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miyuhpapayuh · 11 months
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Wandering around the indoor greenhouse, littered with different variants of flowers, Zora stops in front of the Japanese camellias.
“Wow... absolutely beautiful.” She admires them, before picking up a wrapped bunch and bringing them to her nose.
“Hm. No scent. Interesting.” She places them in her basket, continuing to move about.
Little did she know, she’d caught the eye of a man. A fine one at that, and he was on the move.
Sliding up beside her at a respectful distance, he clears his throat quietly before speaking.
“Excuse me,” he starts as she whips her head in his direction, looking at him over her glasses, very pleased with what she was looking up at.
“Yes?” The depth in her voice makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
“Wow, I forgot how to speak for a second there,” he says, making her laugh and subtly adjust her glasses, getting a better look at his handsome face.
“You’re absolutely stunning. Floated through here like an angel.”
“Aren’t you a smooth talker,”
“Just stating the facts, beautiful.”
“Smooth talker got a name?” She asks.
“Leon.” He holds his hand out for her to shake and she obliges, pleased with his firm grip.
“Zora.”
Her hands were smooth like cocoa butter, his formal grip on her lingering for a second longer.
“Nice to meet you, Leon.” She says, smirking once their hands finally detached.
“Pleasure's all mine, miss Zora.”
He flashes her a smile that takes her breath away, and inevitably makes her return the gesture.
Gathering herself, she looks down at the lavender flowers in his hand and back up at his handsome face.
“Aster, how pretty.”
His brow raises, making her smirk return.
“You like these too?”
“Yeah, they're actually one of my favorites!,” she laughs. 
“Who else has such good taste, if you don't mind me asking.”
“My mama sends me down here almost every other week for these and petunias,” he answers.
“Aw, how sweet is that.”
“I love my mama,” he cheeses, “what about you?”
“Oh, I just came to see if they'd taken my advice about rotating out some bunches for the season, and I lucked out with these!” She exclaims, pointing to the camellias in front of her.
“What kind are these?”
“Japanese camellias. Aren't they beautiful?”
He smiles, glancing between her and the flowers.
“Absolutely.”
She meets his gaze again, blushing behind her purple frames.
“I hope you don't have a girlfriend, the way you keep lookin’ at me. Cause I'd hate to break the news to ‘er.”
He lets out a hearty chuckle, shaking his head.
“Of course not! I'm as single as they come.”
“Mm, so you say.”
“I look like trouble?”
“With a big ol red bow on ya, mmhm.” She teases, earning another laugh.
“Damn, that hurts.”
“Oh, you'll live!” She laughs, looking back toward all the pretty colors the flower comes in.
“Get the pink ones, you keep eyein’ them.”
Refraining from gazing back up at him, she clutches a pink and purple bunch in hand.
“Alright, I think I'm done here.”
“Would it be cheesy if I asked for your number?” He asks, and she's right back to gazing at him.
“Cheddar,” she burns, with a smile and holds her hand out.
He hands the device over, watching her tap across the screen and hand it back.
“If you call too late, I won't answer.”
“No worries, beautiful.”
She hums a laugh as they head towards the register to check out.
He offers to walk her to her car since the sun is beginning to set, and she obliges, lingering a moment to catch the dip in his walk.
“Since you declined my offer to buy your flowers, how about a date instead?” He asks, once they get to her pretty yellow bug of a Volkswagen. Her prized possession.
She smiles before she can stop herself, already giving him his answer but he was patient in hearing it from her.
“Okay,” she answers, getting to see that award winning smile again.
“Maybe you're a good time outside the flower shop, too.”
He's not the only smooth one.
“That's guaranteed.”
“Good to know,” she unlocks her door, “goodnight, Leon.”
“Goodnight, Zora.”
I hope y'all enjoy!
Ch 2
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juno-of-wonderland · 3 months
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ok, did some searching.
I really like the Shinigami Yokai for Idia and Ortho.
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Or alternatively this thing, (I forgot the name but BONES)
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Pomfiore would be FUN!!!!
so of course, I think Vil would match the horrifying yet beautiful story of The-Slit-Faced-Woman., wearing a beautifully made intricate mask to cover his mouth and long tongue
Rook would be the tall woman. The woman in the forest that goes. “Po. Po. Po.” And hunts her victims til they die.
Epel is difficult. I’d think maybe….. hm a KIRIN! It’s a Japanese folklore of a unicorn, though much more dragon like and vicious, despite being beautiful.
I think the name of these skeletons are gashadokuro but I could be wrong
I have one but it's about Frollo, have you heard of Aobozou? This guy gives me that vibe.
maybe it's because of the event, but Epel could be the rabbit on the moon but a more...bold version anjsjsmsk
Chenya would be a bakeneko
Jack would be a hoko
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adachimoe · 8 months
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I forgot Hiruko. Oops.
Today I realized I forgot about a fairly important part of the Kojiki in my big ass tl;dr post. I blame it being related to Teddie because I want to punch Teddie.
We know a lot about Izanagi's foolishness by now. But early on in the Kojiki, Izanami also messes up. When visiting Ongoroshima, they performed a ritual of sorts where they walk around pillars in opposite directions before meeting one another. But because the woman spoke before the man (eyeroll), she committed a taboo, and their first child (Hiruko) was born "wrong". They abandon Hiruko and send it away on a little boat. It's unclear what "wrong" means, but the interpretations I've read in Japanese are as follows:
Hiruko had no limbs
Hiruko had no bones and was leech-like
Hiruko was literally a leech (based on the name meaning leech child)
In the context of Persona 4, I think Teddie *is* Hiruko, or a stand-in for Hiruko. Or, perhaps the TV world itself is the Hiruko figure, and Teddie is kind of a representative for it?
The myth attributes Hiruko being "wrong" with Izanami messing up by speaking before Izanagi. The Izanami of the game is also responsible for the TV world becoming the place that it is. But Teddie remembers it used to be beautiful, as we see in the ending, and he would like to see it go back to that. As for the TV world itself being a Hiruko-like figure, Hiruko is connected to the land. Even though we talk about it as having human-like features, it was born during the part of the tale where Izanagi and Izanami were giving birth to islands. All of Hiruko's siblings are the islands of Japan.
Like how Hiruko is sent away, Teddie can abandon the human world and send himself away. But this only happens if the protagonist follows the Izanagi of myth, gives into rage, and murders Namatame. Or if the protagonist can't find the truth.
Additionally, after you rescue Naoto from the TV, she insists on doing a health screening. Which leads to a revelation about Teddie: When the doctors tried to x-ray his human body, they couldn't find anything. His body is not "normal", which also might hint towards his connection to Hiruko. (Altho, Teddie is a shadow, and the default shadows are little pudding blob dudes which would make his original blob form before becoming a bear fit the theories about Hiruko being boneless. Hm.)
I think the protagonist's bond with Teddie and his social link being required in the story is the protagonist trying to make up for Izanagi and Izanami abandoning Hiruko. You are required to make up for Izanagi's tomfoolery in Yomi in order to see the true ending, so why not make up for Hiruko too? Yosuke's family taking in Teddie and Nanako insisting that Teddie stay for dinner show Hiruko being accepted rather than abandoned. As if the luscious green landscape that the TV world becomes at the end and Teddie's blonde pretty boy look represent what Hiruko would look like if Izanami hadn't spoken first.
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sayakxmi · 2 months
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[Magi rewatch] Episode 10: His Name Is Judar [Part 1]
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UGO-KUN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???
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>:O
Markkio's voice sounds so creepy. Good fit.
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I like to think myself a creative person, but then something very simple will turn out to be beyond me. I usually use "Idiot King" cuz how else do you translate it? Well, "His Stupidity" for one. Not a bad choice at all.
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This bitch has no reason looking this pretty.
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"Yo, I'm here."
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D:<
Also, I love how they all got so dumbfounded by Judar's appearance that they forgot to resist (Alibaba) or stop him from resisting (the guards). It was like, wait a second, we were doing something here, weren't we?
Ahbmad, you dumb bitch.
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RIP
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I SWEAR the Moon is always full
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Despair
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Small thing, but the fact that Alibaba still refers to Ahbmad as his older brother.
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Aladdin, you are a blessing when you aren't awful to women.
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Mood
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Ok, that's different. Here Ja'far say that Sin will announce the results, while in the manga it was "Sin said we will announce the results"
On a different note, I haven't noticed Masrur previously, but it looks kinda funny. Man, how tall is that guy. Or maybe how small are these doors?
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Ok but
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Listen-
(I couldn't find a better pic, I'd have had to rewatch the movie)
Ok, jokes aside, here it's definitely Sinbad speaking. In the manga, again, it's hard to say who it is, though I've wanted to assume this part about the negotiations falling is said by Alibaba. But I don't know. I'd have probably needed to, idk, know Japanese & read in the og language to see if there are some differences in the way they talk (cuz I assume there are), but based on a translation it's a little harder to say.
Ok, again, WHY are they changing the dialogue so much? Here Sinbad is like "the negotiations have failed, which is why we gotta fight the military now" like, bro. First of all, that makes his entire "I make a point not to get involved in other countries interanal affairs" even more of a joke than it already was, and second, he's literally instigating the goddamn rebellion here. The show, ironically, portrays him to act the exact smae way goddamn Al-Thamen does, only he's "on the right side". Sure, it's kinda fun, given what happens later, but this sort of behavior should've raised red flags since the day one?? Hell, if not Alibaba, then ALADDIN should've been able to tell, given he could see the resemblance between what Balbadd & the Kouga Clan are going through. Ugh
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"Up until now you could've only fight them as a band of thieves, but now you can't fight them like equals."
I really, really don't like these changes.
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In the manga it's Aladdin and Alibaba who comment that Sinbad is amazing & yeah, that's a king for you. Here it's some random citizens.
Also, Alibaba looks so sad in the anime? In the manga he clearly admires Sinbad. There might be some sadness there, too, but not on the same level?
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Then again, here these ppl are also saying how he looks like a real leader, so I guess it could make him feel a bit bad, lol
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Hm, I wonder what does that mean
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T H E M O ON I S A L W A Y S F U L L
Also, Judar's here
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He does look good in here, ngl
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The anime just never manages to catch the unhingedness of some of these moments smh He doesn't look like a madman, he just looks like a regular weirdo who thinks war is neat.
But damn if his VA isn't awesome
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I wanted to focus on this moment, then I noticed Alibaba dissociating
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Ja'far on the left 100% ready to cut the bitch, I tell you. It's that empty stare
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Not suspicious at all
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redux-pain · 11 months
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chapter 11: Touhou-dou
[NOTES:
I previously thought that one of the Extra scenes is the only time we find out that 飯田 is supposed to be read as Iida. Ryou actually stammers her name in this scene as well, showing how it’s supposed to be read, but it’s still incorrectly translated as “Handa” anyway.
Weirdly enough, the book mentioned in this scene that sounds like a fake one turned out to be a real one, and the two that were localized as references to real books are fake ones.]
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やあ西条、どうしたんだ?
ん? もしかして本を買って くれるのかい?
What’s up, Saijo?
Hm? You going to buy a book?
[RYOU:] Hey, Saijou. What’s up?
Hm? Are you here to buy a book?
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西条なら別に買わなくても、 いくらでも貸すつもりだけど
「あの~すいません。  『宇宙を支配する6つの数』  は、どこにありますか?」
It’s OK, I’ll lend you any book you want.
”Excuse me, do you have ’6 Numbers That Control The Universe’?”
[RYOU:] Don’t worry about paying. I can loan you anything you want.
[CUSTOMER, offscreen:] “Um, ‘scuse me. Where’s your copy of Just Six Numbers?”
[NOTE: It looks like the original title was accurately translated word for word, but it’s actually the Japanese name of a real book by Martin Rees.]
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西条、ちょっと待っていてくれ。
「ああ、それでしたら、  この階段を上がって  直ぐにある棚の」
One second, Saijo...
”That’s up these stairs, on the first shelf you see.”
[RYOU:] One second, Saijou.
[RYOU, offscreen:] “Let me see, that would be up the stairs and then on the first shelf you see.”
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「上から3段目、  右から12番目  辺りじゃないかな」
…ごめん、ごめん。 今日は不思議と忙しくてね。
”3rd shelf from the top, 12th book from the right, I believe.”
Sorry about that. We’re so strangely busy today...
[RYOU, offscreen:] “Third shelf from the top, twelfth book from the right, I believe.”
[RYOU:] ...Sorry about that. We’re oddly busy today.
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でっ、何の話だったかな?
「なあ店長、さっきから 『天保の江戸』を探して  いるんだけど……」
What were we talking about?
”Hey Manager, I can’t find ’Neuromancer’ anywhere...”
[RYOU:] Now, what were we talking about?
[CUSTOMER, offscreen:] “Hey, mister, I can’t find “Edo in the Tenpou Era” anywhere...”
[NOTE: This time I’m the one with the word-for-word translation, because this doesn’t seem to be a real book even though it was turned into William Gibson’s Neuromancer.]
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「吉田さん、中世日本は  奥の棚にありますよ。  どうしたんですか、  吉田さんの専門なのに?」
「ああ、そうかすまない。  忘れてたよ」
”Mr. Yoshida, that’s on the back shelf over there. You love Gibson, you should know that by now!”
”Ah, sorry, I’d forgotten!”
[RYOU, offscreen:] “Yoshida-san, the books on medieval Japan are in the back shelves. I thought that was your specialty?”
[CUSTOMER, offscreen:] “Oh, yeah! Sorry. I forgot about that.”
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はぁ…なんか妙に忙しくてね……。
忙しいのも嬉しいやら なんとやら。
Wow, we’re so busy...
I guess it’s good to be busy though, huh?
[RYOU:] Whew... We're really weirdly busy...
I guess it’s good to be busy, though, huh?
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それで何の話だったかな?
「ちょっとすみません。 『島国の比較文化』って  置いてありますか?」
What were we talking about?
”Excuse me, do you have ’Terror & Hatred in LA’?”
[RYOU:] Now, what were we talking about again?
[CUSTOMER, offscreen:] “Excuse me. I’d like to buy a copy of Comparative Civilizations of Island Countries?”
[NOTE: Again, this one is a fake book despite the first one having been a real reference. Apparently the translator just felt like going for a joke this time around.]
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むむ、ちょっとごめん……。
「い、飯田さーん!  いまどこに居るんですか!?  ちょ、ちょっと急いで  来てくれないかな!」
Sorry, one second...
”Ms. Handa!! Where are you?! Could you hurry back here, please?!”
[RYOU:] Hm, sorry. Just a second...
[RYOU, offscreen:] “I-Iida-san! Where are you? C-could you hurry back here, please?!”
[NOTE: I’ve said previously that we can only tell her name is read as “Iida” because of one of the extra scenes, but it looks like Ryou actually stammers it in this scene too! Here, though, it looks like the translator missed what that い  means.]
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大声で店員を呼ぶ リョウの姿に、 なじみの客たちは クスクスと笑った。
「あっ、すみませ~ん。  奥で在庫整理してました!  すぐ行きます」
The customers all giggle at Ryo, shouting through the shop like that.
”Oh, sorry! I was taking inventory in the back! Be right there!”
/Ryou’s regular customers all chuckled at him shouting through the store for his clerk./
[IIDA, offscreen:] “Oh, sorry! I was just sorting through inventory in the back! Be right there.”
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「ああ、アイちゃん。  『島国の比較文化』は  どこかな?」
「あ、それはこちらに。  どうぞ」
”Hey Ai, where’s ’Terror & Hatred in LA’ located?”
”That’s this way. Follow me.”
[CUSTOMER, offscreen:] “Hey, Ai-chan. Where’s Comparative Civilizations of Island Countries?”
[IIDA:] Oh, that’s right this way. Follow me.
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「飯田さんありがとう。  後は任せます」
ふぅ……。
後は飯田さんに任せておけば、 良いだろう。
”Thanks, Ms. Handa. I’ll leave the rest to you.”
Haah...
I’ll leave the rest up to Ms. Handa.
[RYOU, offscreen:] “Thanks, Iida-san. I’ll leave this to you.”
[RYOU:] Phew...
I should let Iida-san handle the rest.
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恥��かしい話なんだが、 彼女の方が、店のことに詳しくてね。
不思議なこともあるんだよ。
あれほど本のことに詳しいのに、 彼女は全く本に興味がないときている。
It’s embarassing, but she knows the shop best.
It’s strange... She’s so knowledgeable about books,
and yet she has no interest in them whatsoever.
[RYOU:] It’s embarrassing to admit this, but she’s the one who knows the shop best.
It’s very strange.
She knows the books so well, yet she has no interest in them whatsoever.
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だが、全ての古書の保管場所、題名、 著者名を暗記しているんだ。
本当に謎だが、紛れも無く事実なんだよ。
But location, author,  title, she knows it all!
It’s such a mystery, huh?
[RYOU:] But location, author, title, she knows it all!
Very mysterious, but there’s no doubt that it’s true.
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あ、そうそう。
それで古書を買いに来たんだったら、 その必要はないよ。
Oh yeah.
If you came to buy a book, you don’t have to do that.
[RYOU:] Oh, right. If you’re here to buy one of my books, there’s no need for it.
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もし、読みたい本があれば、 ぼくか飯田さんに言ってくれたまえ。
それじゃ、失礼するよ。
If there’s a book you want to read, tell Handa or me.
OK, see you later.
[RYOU:] If there’s anything you want to read, just let me or Iida-san know.
Okay, see you later.
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aeoki · 10 months
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Machina - Deus ex...: Chapter 1
Location: Cafe Characters: Mika, Shuu, Sora, Makoto & Natsume
< Sometime later. >
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Sora: Oh, so that’s what happened.
The reason why Mika-chan-san had such a sparkly “colour” while working on his art was because of that, huh~ Sora understands now!
It’s true Sora was the one who invited Mika-chan-san to the “Test World”.
But that was what he wanted… It’s not the kind of scam you’re thinking of, Shuu Nii-san!
Shuu: It’s new technology so there’s bound to be merits and demerits. You say it’s not a scam but there’s not enough security.
Even if Kagehira and I are always criticised as artists even if we don’t use such technology, don’t you think there’s no need to cross over a dangerous bridge?
Natsume: Hehe. I see you truly care about Mika-kun’s welfaRE, Shuu Nii-san.
But is it really fine for you to reject a new kind of technology you know little to nothing aboUT? It does appear as though you’re forcing onto us an established interest in the name of aRT…
Shuu: I’m aware there will be that sort of criticism, of course. However, art needs context.
What sort of background does one have? What concepts do they have in mind when they’re making it? Those things are left out when it comes to digital art.
If someone uses innovative technology to create art, that doesn’t mean they’re skilled in it. They’re two independent matters and fall short of a rebuttal.
Those things should be held in exhibitions. Making life richer with new technologies is something art does not play a role in.
Natsume & Sora: …………
Shuu: Also, it’s not a good thing to say to someone, “When you know little to nothing about something”.
Naturally, the digital art scene has also made an appearance in Paris. I cannot stay in the dark forever.
Will you help me separate Kagehira from “SSVRS”, Natsume?
That technology is dangerous. I must make Kagehira wake up immediately.
Natsume: Dangerous, hM…?
AlrigHT. If that’s how you feEL, then I’m sure nothing I say will change thAT.
Can you help us oUT, Sora?
Sora: Yes. Sora feels sorry for Mika-chan-san, but if he’s so absorbed in the game to the point it can make the people around him unhappy, then that’s not good~
Sora will call the game company now.
If we take the “Test World” away from Mika-chan-san, it probably won’t just be his issue.
Shuu: ……? What do you mean, Chibisuke?
Sora: HaHa~ It means exactly what those words mean!
Mika-chan-san doesn’t just belong to himself.
If we’re going to separate Mika-chan-san from “SSVRS”, we need to make the appropriate arrangements~
< At that time. The “Test World’s” main street. >
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Mika: ♪~♪~
Makoto: Kagehira-kun, Kagehira-kun! The results of the auction are out!
Mika: Ngh, it’s that time already? I completely forgot since I was concentratin’ on what I was makin’. Thanks ♪
But still, you didn’t have to come all this way to tell me in person.
Makoto: It’s fine. I thought the notifications were kinda annoying so I ignored it, but I realised something once I saw the results and the notifications stopped.
It seems the people who know that digital art in the “Test World’ is a hot topic right now are taking part by investing and the value of the “VL$” has skyrocketed.
Ohh, the exchange rate for the “VL$” has hit the maximum amount just as I said that…
Mika: Umm. I don’t really get it but how much is one “VL$” worth right now…?
Makoto: You probably won’t believe me if I told you, so take a look yourself. It’s displayed on the exchange screen.
Mika: One, ten, a hundred…
Wait, the digits are different than I remember!
Which means this is the same for the Japanese yen… Ngh, a-a hundred million!?
Makoto: Yeah. Someone has bid an amount in the hundred millions of Japanese yen on one of your auctions right now. Honestly, I can’t quite believe it myself…
I suppose this means your art has basically the same worth as some of the renowned artists from around the world…
Mika: Huh?
WHAAAAAAAAAAT!?
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A3! Mikage Hisoka | SR - Sleepy★Stage | Translation
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Thanks, Anna for helping me with some lines!! (´。• ᵕ •。`)
Note: This backstage is cross-posted on yaycupcake.
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Disclaimer: Neither English nor Japanese is my native language, but I did my best with the translation. If you find any mistakes, feel free to tell me. By the way, Director’s name will be Izumi.
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Mutsuki: Hmm, there’s a good time today~. Mutsuki: This kind of day makes me want to take a nap. Somewhere nice under a tree… Mutsuki: …Huh? Hisoka: Zzz… Mutsuki: I met that person before… Hisoka-kun, isn’t it? Hisoka: …Zzz. Mutsuki: …Aww, he looks so comfy. Mutsuki: Yawn~... I got sleepy after seeing Hisoka-kun… Mutsuki: I will sleep here too~. Mutsuki: …Zz…Zz. Hisoka: Zzz…
Sakuya: Then, we told Director about our performance with you guys. She was upset because she wanted to see it… Seiya: In that case, invite your director and come again! I’ll always be ready to welcome you with open arms! Sakuya: Are you sure? Thanks! I’m sure Director will be happy— Hisoka: …Zzz. Mutsuki …Zz…Zz. Sakuya: Huh? Those are… Hisoka-san and Mutsuki-san? Seiya: That Mutsuki. How come he’s sleeping in this kind of place again? Seiya: He’ll keep sleeping if I just leave him here. I have to carry— Sakuya: Ah, wait! They look so comfortable sleeping. Let’s not wake them up. Sakuya: Hisoka-san will go back when it’s lunchtime. He can wake up Mutsuki-kun then. Seiya: Hmm… well, it isn’t that cold here, so I guess it’ll be alright for a bit. Seiya: Okay, let’s get going, Sakuya! This shop from before has a pretty good Neapolitan! Sakuya: Mhm! I’m so excited! Hisoka and Mutsuki: Zzz…
Hisoka: …Zzz… Mutsuki: Zz, Zz… Homare: The tenuous sun and an evergreen square. The sunlight streams through the trees resembling the delicate steps of a fairy… Hm. Homare: …Hah! Poetic inspiration has suddenly come to me! Homare: A shining forest along with a whispering fairy–. Homare: Hm? Hisoka: …Zzz… Homare: Mhm, are my eyes deceiving me? Hisoka-kun is once again sleeping in these weird places. Homare: Come on, wake up! You will catch a cold sleeping outside… Huh? Mutsuki: Zz…Zz… Homare: You are one of the I-chuu guys… Yes, I think you are Mutsuki Kurugi-kun. Homare: Hmm… I can’t come to wake you up too. It would be a whole different story if Hisoka was alone. Homare: …Mhm. Those two are sleeping princes. I’ve found a good theme that matches them, haven't I? Homare: Delighting sweets, blooming hearts, sweet dreams for the sleeping princes! Homare: Ahem, a wonderful poem of my own. Now, I must show everyone the masterpiece I’ve created…! Hisoka and Mutsuki: Zz… Zzz…
Sakuya: I forgot the time while talking with Seiya, and now it’s really late. I need to hurry to be on time for practice—. Hisoka: …Zz…Zzz. Mutsuki: …Zz, Zz… Hmm… Sakuya: What?! Have Hisoka and Mutsuki been sleeping here all this time?!
Marshmallow Desserts Tasting / 2
Sakuya: Hisoka-san, Mutsuki-san, wake up! Hisoka: …Sakuya? Sakuya: It’s already evening! You have to go back before it’s completely dark and cold. Sakuya: I’m going back first since I have practice today… I entrust Mutsuki to you! Hisoka: Okay. Hisoka: …Hm, Mutsuki? Mutsuki: Yawn~. I had a good sleep. Hisoka: …Ah. Mutsuki: Oh, good morning, Hisoka-kun. You were warm and comfy~. Hisoka: …I see. Hisoka: …I’m hungry. Mutsuki: I get you… I feel a bit hungry too. Hisoka: … Mutsuki: Huh? Where are you going, Hisoka-kun? Hisoka: Our troupe dorms. There will be marshmallows when I get back. Mutsuki: Do you like marshmallows, Hisoka-kun? Hisoka: Mhm. Mutsuki: So you do. Marshmallows are sweet and tasty. You can put them on desserts, and they are cheap too… Mutsuki: Speaking of it, an acquaintance taught me some sweet recipes with marshmallows the other day. Hisoka: Sweets with marshmallows…?! Mutsuki: You can spread melted marshmallows on pancakes and fruits. And also bake pies or tarts with them as toppings. Hisoka: … Mutsuki: I’m practicing to make them for Satsuki. I want to see his smile eating them. Hisoka: Satsuki? Mutsuki: My younger twin brother. He’s the cutest boy in the whole world~. Mutsuki: –Ah, I know. Why don’t you taste my sweets with marshmallows, Hisoka-kun? Hisoka: Sure. Leave it to me. Mutsuki: Thanks! …But where can I make them? Hisoka: You can make them in our dorm kitchen. Let’s buy the ingredients quickly. Mutsuki: Ah, Hisoka-kun! Wait for me~!
Hisoka: Here is the kitchen. Mutsuki: I’m coming in~. Mutsuki: Wah, it’s a neat kitchen. Then, let’s start right away…. Omi: Now, time to prepare for dinner– hm? Who is he, Hisoka-san? Hisoka: Mutsuki. Mutsuki: Nice to meet you, I’m Mutsuki Kururugi. Hisoka: Mutsuki is going to make some sweets with marshmallows. I will be the tester. Omi: Haha, I get it now. It’s marshmallows related. Omi: I’ll be getting ready for dinner over there. If you need any utensils, don’t hesitate to ask me. Hisoka: Alright. Mutsuki: O~kay! I will do my best so you can say they’re tasty, Hisoka-kun.
Mutsuki: They’re done~! How do they look? I tried to make them look cute~. Hisoka: Mhm, I think they are pretty. –Then, I will take a bite. Hisoka: Munch, munch…So tasty…! Mutsuki: I’m glad~! Fufu, will it be good enough to make Satsuki happy? Hisoka: Yeah, it’s perfect. Mutsuki: …Yawn. I think I’m sleepy again…
Hisoka: …Thanks for the sweets. Mutsuki: …Zz, Zz. Omi: Hisoka-san, dinner is almost ready… huh? Mutsuki fell asleep. Hisoka: …Ah, it got dark without notice. Omi: It was evening when he started making them. Is someone coming to pick up Mutsuki? Hisoka: No, I’m going to take him back to say thank you for the marshmallow’s sweets feast. Hisoka: …And up. Then, we’ll get going. - They disappear - Omi: …That’s Hisoka-san for you. I’m sure he’ll be back in no time. 
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Day 10
At home
Kidou: Good morning, mar.
We have our first match of the tournament against Ryuuguu today.
We haven’t played an official match in a long time, so I’m excited, even if it’s just against Ryuuguu.
mar: (The match against Ryuuguu…)
Option 1
mar: You can afford to take it easy today!
Kidou: Yeah, we’ll just play like usual.
Option 2
mar: Don’t overdo it, okay…?
Kidou: Heh… You know I never go easy on anyone.
Kidou: The match is at 14:30.
I hope they’ll put up at least a little bit of a fight.
*
Kidou: I woke up before my alarm this morning.
Breakfast
Kidou: Hm, it’s good.
You know, you can already tell if you’re in good condition by breakfast.
I’m in perfect shape today.
Kidou’s room
Kidou: …Oops, almost forgot my cape.
I can’t properly start my day without it.
In the car
Kidou: Hmm… Should we use Koutei Penguin no.2 in today’s match…?
…No, we shouldn’t reveal it yet.
Morning practice
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Kidou: Koutei Penguin!
Sakuma&Jimon: no.2!
Doumen: Woooow! It’s so cool!
Genda: They got it right away, too!
Not that I ever doubted them, but they really are amazing.
Kidou: Jimon, try going a little faster!
If we can get the timing right, the shot will gain even more power!
Jimon: Got it, I’ll try that.
*
Kidou: Sakuma and Jimon both adapt quickly to the changes I make.
I can already feel our Koutei Penguin no.2 is going to become an amazing secret weapon.
At school
Class (physics)
Kidou: The story about Newton figuring out the laws of gravity from an apple falling off a tree is pretty famous…
I wonder what law it is that makes you want to kick a ball when it falls on the field?
Break
Kidou: Sakuma, how are you holding up?
Koutei Penguin no.2 is lighter on us, but it’s not like the burden is completely gone…
Sakuma: I haven’t had any problems with it so far, don’t worry!
I’m actually excited to finally use it in a match…
Kidou: No, it’s too soon. We don’t need to use it against Ryuuguu.
Class (social studies)
Kidou: Behavioral psychology… I learned a little about that with Kyougoku-sensei.
It kind of reminds me of personality quizzes... It’s pretty interesting.
Break
Kidou: We have a match today, but I can’t really feel any kind of emotion from you, Gojou…
I can tell the others are excited, but you’re a complete enigma to me.
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Gojou: Kukuku… “Don’t show your emotions, keep a poker face”...
That’s what the commander always says, after all…!
Class (PE)
Kidou: Oh, so we’re having a shooting competition today.
Good timing. It’ll help me concentrate for the match later.
Break
Jimon is sitting still, his eyes closed.
Kidou: …What are you doing, Jimon?
Jimon: …Meditating.
I’m trying to focus for the match.
Kidou: Oh, alright. Sorry to interrupt.
…I’ll give that a try too.
Class (Japanese)
Kidou: Oh, this is The Book of Five Rings, Miyamoto Musashi’s masterpiece about the martial arts.
There’s a lot in there I can apply to soccer. I’ll have to read it thoroughly.
Lunch
Kidou: I’ll keep it to a light lunch since we have the match right after…
As usual, don’t worry about that and eat whatever you want, mar.
Pre-match meeting
Kageyama: This is our first match of the regional qualifiers… Well, playing against Ryuuguu will essentially just be a way to kill time for us.
Prove yourselves worthy of the Teikoku name and show everyone the overwhelming difference in power between you.
Team: Yes, sir!
Kidou: Heh… We should play a match that the commander can enjoy, even if just a little.
We’ll bring back an absolute victory to him.
Ryuuguu [1]
Henmi: Hmph! They look like a bunch of wimps.
Kidou-san, what’s the plan today? How many points are we scoring?
Doumen: Maybe like, 10 points?
Kidou: Heh. You two, don’t be rude to our opponents.
Jimon: You said they had a new special move, right?
Come on, let’s have some fun.
Kamenaga: What’d you say?! You’ll get hurt if you continue insulting us!
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Sakiyama: Huuh?! You looking for a fight?!
Otofune: How dare you! You’d better brace yourselves!
Kidou: Their new move’s nothing to worry about.
Heh… Let’s just get this over with.
Match begins
mar: (What should I do…?)
Option 1
mar: Yuuto-kun, do your best!
Kidou: Hmph. They’re slow.
Option 2
mar: Everyone, do your best!
Kidou: Let’s go!
*
mar: (What do I do? Ryuuguu’s falling apart…!)
Option 1
mar: I’ve had enough… They don’t need to go that far…
Kidou: Heh… Guess it’s over now.
Option 2
mar: …………
Kidou: …That’s the end.
After the match
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Otofune: You… You’re all horrible… You can’t call this a match!
Kamenaga: My body and spirit are both completely crushed…
Kidou: Heh… They were no match for us, after all.
Sakuma: You lost because of your own weakness. Don’t blame us.
Genda: Sigh… I didn’t get to do anything. I was bored out of my mind.
Henmi: Hey, at least it was a good warm-up for today’s practice, right?
Kidou: All of you, don’t forget to do your cool down exercises. Be careful not to get hurt.
The bus leaves at 16:00. Don’t be late.
*
Kidou: Oh, mar. We’re advancing to the second round.
Well, with Ryuuguu as our opponent, it’s really no surprise…
It wasn’t much of a workout though, so we’ll keep practicing when we get back.
On the way back
Kidou: We’ll practice some more when we get back to Teikoku.
Honestly, practice matches against the second string’s team are more enjoyable than this…
We’ve got some time to kill until we get back... I’ll look over the class report[2].
Practice
Kidou: You’re too slow, Henmi, Gojou! You need to read your opponent’s moves better!
Let’s do that one more time!
Henmi: Yes!
Gojou: …Oookay, kukuku…
Kidou: Sakuma! Jimon! Let’s go!
We’re doing Koutei Penguin no.2!
Koutei Penguin!
Sakuma&Jimon: no.2!
Kidou: Good! Remember that timing!
Jimon: Got it!
Sakuma: Let’s do it one more time!
mar: (They’re practicing even after playing a match…)
Option 1
mar: You guys have a lot of stamina!
Kidou: That’s not it… We just don’t feel particularly tired after a match like the one we just had.
Option 2
mar: That’s just Teikoku for you, I guess…
Kidou: The match was essentially just a warm-up for us.
Kidou: The semi-finals are next… I can’t wait to find out who our opponent’s going to be.
I didn’t enjoy the match against Ryuuguu at all.
In the car
Kidou: Hmm… It’s still not quite there yet. Just a little more precise…
I guess it’s only fitting that we reveal Koutei Penguin no.2 in the finals…
At home
Kidou: Our practice made me sweat more than the actual match today…
I’ll go take a refreshing bath.
In the bath
Kidou: Koutei Penguin no.2 is great…
The way they jump out of the ground looks awesome…
Dinner
Kidou: I didn’t eat much before the game, now I’m starving…
Ah, but getting seconds is… No, I should stop there. That’s too many calories.
Kingcraft lessons
Kyougoku: You will find that throughout history, all of those who managed to rise above others have one thing in common.
And that is… an indomitable spirit. An unshakeable will to accomplish anything they set out to do.
Yuuto-san, would you say that is something you possess, too?
Kidou: Yes, without a doubt.
There is… There is something I absolutely have to accomplish, too.
Kyougoku: Hm! Very well.
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Kidou: An indomitable spirit… Yes, I’ll absolutely get it done, no matter what…!
*
Kidou: I do have something I absolutely have to accomplish…
Teikoku has to keep winning…!
*
Kidou: Oh, mar. You can eat the chocolate over there if you want, it’s fine.
I just felt like eating some after using my brain.
The game against Ryuuguu today… It was pretty boring, wasn’t it.
What did you think?
Option 1
mar: I wish you could fight stronger opponents!
Kidou: Right?
Option 2
mar: A lot of them got hurt, I was really worried…
Kidou: …Huge differences in ability can be cruel like that.
Kidou: Tomorrow’s the match between Biyuutei and Ooedo. Whoever wins will be our opponent in the semi-finals.
I’m expecting Biyuutei to win… Though they’re both B-rank teams, so either way, they’re no match for us.
Speaking of the tournament… Looks like Mikage Sennou’s soccer cyborgs went to Raimon, after all.
I hear they had a bit of an argument with Endou and the others though.
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Kidou: Well, no matter… We still need them to crush Raimon.
*
Kidou: I ate too much chocolate… I’ll have to brush my teeth well before going to bed.
You too, mar. Watch out for cavities.
*
Kidou: Alright, time to sleep.
Goodnight, mar.
At night…
Kidou: …………
…choco…late…
Ryuuguu as a whole is based on the tale of Urashima Taro. Ryuuguu is the undersea Dragon Palace, Otofune is based on the princess Otohime and Kamenaga is based on the turtle who takes Urashima Taro to the palace.
Kidou gets a report of what was taught in every class he missed when he goes out. I wrongly called it a "report card" in a previous day because I had no idea what it was... Now you know (I still need to fix it)
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"I want a fucking tat." Rage whined.
"Then let's go get you a tat, man!" One of his band mates proclaimed, arms swung out wide, "Fuck it, it's your 20th birthday!"
"Daiki, it's fucking 2am, where the fuck is gonna be open that isn't gonna scream over me, ah?" Rage slid down further into his chair, "All the high end places are cloooosed." He stares at the dregs of his drink as he whined again. He's drunk as hell.
"Yeah, and anywhere that's open probably won't tat him drunk." Their drummer, Ren, added.
"No, no, no, we'll go to my guy, he's fucking great! He did the birds on my back!" Daiki pulled up his shirt and showed the flock of birds that formed a skull covering his shoulder blades. Rage's eyes widened and he leaned in to look at the detail on the feather, "He ain't a groupie, neither!" The shirt dropped back down, "Lemme call him real quick, hold on..." He excused himself, dialing on the phone and stepping into another room.
Rage sat back, "What the fuck am I even gonna get?"
"Maybe some lyrics?"
Rage made a gagging noise at that.
"Maybe like a tribal thing."
"Boring."
"Wait, what's your favorite animal? Get, like, it's skull or some shit."
"Eh--..." Rage paused, then considered, "Oooh..."
"That's too detailed, it'll take hoooours..."
Rage listened to them for a minute before he looked down, "What about, like, a chain around my wrist?"
A collective agreement came at that, and right on time as Daiki came back, "We're on! He says he's totally free right now!"
A quick ride thanks to the baby sitter--I mean designated driver--and they arrived at a little side alley, the shop marked with a little neon sign that declared it the "Silver Fox" tattoo and piercing shop.
They bantered and laughed on their way in, Rage jokingly accusing them of taking him somewhere to murder him. As they stepped in, Rage paused as he spotted the artist in question.
He was watching them with amusement, a lazy smile over his face. Messy white hair over wicked sharp cheekbones and jawline. He wasn't Japanese, that's for sure. And under that jawline and on every area of exposed skin was ink. Snakes down his arms, a scarab on his chest, moths on his neck, and geometry down his knuckles and mirrored on his shoulders, taking up the speces between the other images. His white tank top left little to the imagination. His first thought was 'yakuza'.
He realized he was staring only when Daiki jabbed his shoulder, "Come on, man! Dont get cold feet now!"
"I'm not!" Rage scowled behind his mask and walked over, pulling a languid laugh from the man, who motioned him into a chair.
"So, what do I have the honor of inking onto the birthday idol, hm?"
His second thought is 'foreigner.' His voice was low and whatever accent that was he had made Rage stutter, "I was thinking, uh, a chain. 'Round my wrist." He held his arm up and the man took his hand to look at his wrist.
"Be hard to cover up with a patch, you okay with that?"
Rage nodded, distracted by how the man's hand dwarfed his. The man named a price he quickly forgot. He didn't care, he had the money.
"Alright, let me go sketch and make a stencil for you."
As the artist got up to get prepped, Ren snuck up, "Your face is reeeed."
"It is not!!!" Rage protested, only making himself redder. He grumbled and hiss-whispered, "No body warned me he was gonna be hot...! He looks like he just jumped out of a movie with all his ink!" He slid down in the chair.
Daiki cackled, "That's what I told him! He looks like he's yakuza or something."
"That's exactly what I thought...!!" Rage sat up straighter, "You fucking knew, didn't you, you're setting me up, Daiki!"
"I would never!" The sheer amount of theater-fake disbelief that left Daiki as he feigned a swoon made them all laugh, even as Rage punched his shoulder.
The artist came back a little bit later, now with gloves on and stencil paper in his hand. Rage held his arm out and watched him lay it down, forgetting about his idiot band mates for a bit. His eyes were drawn to his long fingers and prominent knuckles. Traced the lines of his ink along his arms with his eyes.
"How does it look?"
Rage startled back to reality and looked at the stenciled marks on his wrist. Of course he liked it, nodding, "It looks great...! Sorry for staring, I'm--"
"You're tipsy, it's fine. And I'm used to it, full body tattoo and all."
"I'm proper drunk, first of all. And you're fucking pretty! It's distracting!"
The artist laughed, looking away, "Well, thank you. Maybe it'll help distract you from the pain, hm?"
"...oh, right. Needles."
"Needles."
Rage huffed and shifted his weight, watching him prep the needle and tattoo gun. He set his arm up on the arm of the chair and the artist held his arm down, a good strong grip that scrambled Rage's brain for a minute.
At least until the gun came down and he felt like the man was taking a razor blade to his wrist. He hissed and jerked, realizing why the man had such a strong grip on his arm. The man flicked his eyes to him, "Let me know if you need a break at any point, okay?"
Rage groaned softly and nodded.
"Why a chain?"
The artist was making small talk. Rage usually hated small talk, but right now he was drunk and in pain. He appreciated the distraction.
"My first album I had chain cuffs on for the cover." Rage mumbled, eyes wandering towards the man's hand on his arm. He scanned the tattoos on his wrist and forearms. He didn't know the language of the words that followed the curve of the snake's head... but it was pretty.
"That makes sense. Forgot about that. I guess since you wear cuffs and gloves a lot this'll be pretty easy to hide."
Rage nodded a little, then used his other hand to motion to the man's arm, "What's that say?"
"Hm?" The artist looked and then smiled, "Ah, it's French. Jamais être pris vivant. 'Never to be Taken Alive'." He shifted and went back to the work, "It's from my time in the French military."
"You're from France?"
"Mhm."
"...did you have your tattoos before you came to Japan?"
"Most of them, yeah. The filler stuff is stuff I did after getting my license here, some of it my other artists here did."
"Ooh... how old are you?"
The man chuckled, "27."
Rage blinked, "And you have your own tat shop?"
The man shrugged, "I got lucky. Family has money."
Rage flinched every now and then through the rest of the inking, even as they talked. The rest of the band were watching from the front of the store and bantering among themselves. It took a few hours to finish, but Rage only had to take one break after the lines were down.
One tattoo care lecture later, and the man stood up. The others cheered and Rage threatened to shove things where they had no business being. He got up and headed to the counter to pay, pulling out cash. His eyes were drawn to business cards up front. One was black with gold embellishments, with a triangular mask on it. He picked it up.
"How d' you, uh... pronounce your name?"
"Paresseux. Paresse works just fine, though."
"Paresse... fuck you, you can't have a pretty name, too." He laughed. Then... after a pause, he snatched a pen and scribbled his number down quickly, handing it over, "S' my private number. Better not hand it out."
He hurriedly turned and walked out, glaring at Daiki who was giving him a shit eating grin.
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Paresse sighed inwardly at the nearly illegible digits. The hell was he doing? He picks up the card and considers it before putting it in his contacts and tearing up the business card. He closed up shop. He was supposed to have been closed at midnight, anyways.
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Rage woke up the next morning with a searing migraine and his wrist aching. Well, it wasn't really morning anymore. After a date with sink water and pain killers, he glanced at his wrist... and turned it over slowly, looking at the tattoo through the clear plastic.
Oh, if this goes south he is FUCKED. He put his whole gay ass on display to a foreign tattoo artist AND gave him his personal phone number. If this becomes a scandal he is NOT coming back from it.
...
The little details on the chain are really pretty, though...
He glances sideways through pain-squinted eyes at his phone. He flops onto his bed and opens it at last... and seeing a text from a new number that couldn't be from anyone else.
[Don't know how you feel about fast food, but Yoshinoya is my go-to for hangover food.]
It hadn't been sent that long ago...
After a second, he rolled over, added the new number to his contacts, and responded.
[What do you usually get?]
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inthewild-flowers · 2 years
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Tell me about your ocs!!
ohohohoho okay okay okay SO they r for my space pirates story and last summer i had a whole bunch of characters for this story but i forgot them all so today i did some writing for it and am remaking the characters so far we have three
there’s Cap (they/them): they’re the captain ! when they came out as nonbinary they were not yet the captain of this ship but they were PLANNING to be so Cap got jokingly used as a placeholder name while they tried to find another one and then it stuck. they’re very. hm. not uptight exactly but very controlled? not likely to show their emotions in loud or showy ways. they and the first mate on the ship grew up together and planned the whole running away to be space pirates together. they try to seem rlly tough but they love people so much they want to cry abt it. also they have a cool gun and are aromatic but they DO have a weird gay thing going on with the first mate. like those two fuck for sure
Tachi (he/him): he’s the first mate !! caps bff and also partner (romantic-ish). he’s trans and named himself tachi bc it’s a type of japanese sword and he’s japanese and loves swords. he DOES fight with one even tho more practical weapons are available. he also talks to it like it’s a person. he has an odd relationship with his sword. he’s a lot more open abt certain stuff than cap tends to be but both of them can have trouble trusting new people and both of them have spent a lot of time learning how to look tough and intimidating
Maisie (she/her): okay so i’ve not rlly written maisie yet but she HAS been mentioned. she grew up with cap and tachi but DIDNT get invited to run away and steal a ship and be space pirates. she did however know abt this and secretly stow away on their ship. she too wants to run away. she’s very good with explosives and definitely a little bit mean and horrible. she likes to hide in little nooks doing her own thing and then when people walk by she’ll try and scare them. she does care a lot abt the crew tho and bc i’m me all my characters r poly so she’s definitely gonna join the cap/tachi relationship at some point
i don’t rlly have specific ages for any of them rn but i’m thinking like. vaguely 18-22 range ? something like that. and i’m gonna add more characters also !! i don’t rlly have much of a plot but definitely part of it is them picking up new members of their crew/polycule
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my asks are getting so long that i literally need to reread your answers thrice to remember what i have to answer to Lord help me—
let's try to be organized (something i am really not lol)
1. i am, indeed, a huge tea lover. most importantly i am a huge tea drinker because guess what caffeine makes me sleepy instead of active and thus i like to drink a bunch of tea before going to bed despite me being italian i actually do not like the taste of coffee lmao
and people that know me also know i overshare a lot about things i like so yeah. green tea is one of my faves to drink like, without any alterations! any type of green tea and earl gray tea are high on my personal favourites — i also love roasted varieties like japanese genmaicha but they do taste real strong for beginners and people that don't really enjoy bitter flavours like i do. hhh if you've drank green tea and liked it that's good tho! even tho, despite matcha being green tea, it does taste like 5x stronger any tea you might've had in your life (it's also pastier on average bc it's not brewed like you usually brew normal tea)
white tea is also not the easiest to find but it's really sweet! totally recommend it if you like gentler flavours :3
2. now that i've ended the unnecessary long tea ramble, i do like to thing scara actually loves theatre. my reasoning being, his harbinger name / like literally that of every harbinger / comes from the italian tradition of commedia dell'arte, which is a type of theatre (even tho scaramouche got the french version of the original italian name), and even his given name kunikuzushi (literally country destroyer bc he's edgy like that) comes from a japanese theatre archetype! that man bathed in theatre references his entire life lmao also ye he's the balladeer
oh ye that french!genshin au was so filled with stuff... off the top of my head we had painter albedo, xiao and kaeya as decadent poets (literally one of my favourite french poetry style sigh), art critic zhongli, and then all the harbingers worked as actors at the opera as a sort of cover up for a criminal organisation let by the tsaritsa lmao. oh, and we had traveling merchant kazuha and rich son of the chinese aristocracy who fled to france to become an artist xingqiu which was so cute. they met every night at diluc's bar and made art and diluc pretended to be annoyed by it
3. smol language parenthesis, i actually found spanish harder than french lmao. like, rn i consider myself to be fluent in both but God if certain spanish grammar rules are filled with bullshit. but at the end of the day everyone is different so good luck with your spanish studies if you ever do commence them!
4. where i forgot what i was meant to be writing ah, yes!! the scara piece made me tear up a lil but it goes without saying as i am a massive scara stan and you, my friend, are a very good writer. and nothing thanks for the scara food which i absolutely enjoyed :33333
with this i'll go for real. first of all, because i have written way too much once again, and second of all i have forgotten if there was anything else in your original reply ahah. but i do, really, enjoy just talking like this with you!! our nightly exchanges always make me go to bed with a smile on my face ahah
with this i'll wish you good night! in italian we'd say ti voglio bene, which is kind of i love you but like, for friends? (it literally means i wish you well, it's funny because we're the only language i speak that actually does have a platonic ily)
with this, i wish you well a whole lot!
- 🍓
I have also been scrolling up to see what I need to reply too but no matter what the topic is, it’s always nice to talk to you <3 so I don’t mind at all
1. I’m also a big caffeine addict but I’m not sure it gives me the energy boost I need and it makes me pretty sleepy too. Hm, tea is starting to soy d rather tempting now.
1.2) the green tea I had really didn’t taste of much, it was a very subtle taste that I didn’t get, it was like drinking water,,, so it would be interesting to try it without any filters. I’ve heard matcha is good though !! So maybe I’ll have to give that a try when I’m ‘more experienced’ hehe. I like flavours I can taste, but I’ll still give anything a try.
2) I actually didn’t think of his real name also being a theatre reference, ah my little dramatic balladeer <3 I would watch him perform. But I did know about the Italian theatre that inspired the harbingers, and it’s all very interesting. Confusing, but interesting.
2.1) of course zhongli is the critic lmfao I love that, and Diluc still having a bar even in a completely different universe - that man is destined to be around alcohol even if he hates it. But the harbingers working as secret theatre performers? Goodness I’m so intrigued. Like this AU sounds really thought out and I’m so???? Like??? Hello what happens next??? Why are they undercover??? If you ever write snippets of this please just send some because I really love this idea. And Kazuha, my wanderer, oh I’m so soft for him just living his life and painting things because it makes him happy <33 I wonder if he writes poems on the side too? All of them sound wonderful, but I couldn’t help but giggle at Zhongli
3) I’m doomed if it’s not easy OTL, maybe I’ll just stick to flowery English that no one seems to understand sometimes like kazuha and call it a day ): but I’ll most likely try to take up learning a language when I start university this year so we’ll see which one I pick
4) berrryyyy… making me blush and smile and nearly cry from this. I liked writing it and I love hearing how much you and others liked it so you’re very welcome for the food<33 hope you’re not full though because there’s two more I have to write
5) this also makes me smile when we speak like this, a shame I’ve been so low on energy lately. I really didn’t want to make anything I said depressing so I just wait until I feel okay enough to reply.
- ti voglio bene, I really like that :,) it’s exactly what I mean instead of saying I love you, but platonic, so I might start signing our exchanges with that <3
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For now, until I get to the second part, ti voglio bene, berry <3
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smilingperformer · 3 years
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Alola event has officially been announced for Masters now, officially revealed Elio & Popplio and Selene & Rowlet as new sync pairs!
Also for the first time feat. LANA AND KIAWE AAAAAHHH-
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hazy-dr3am · 2 years
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Big Bro Giyuu To The Rescue
Tomioka Giyuu & Tokito Muichiro
pairing/s: muichiro x gn!reader
summary: how come giyuu notices the all the pining? the fond smiles?
warning/s: japanese honorifics
a/n: i know relationship worked differently in the taisho era but yk-
also the honorifics thing isn't really a warning, it's just for those who find it cringe ig
!NOT A SHIP! {Giyuu & Mui}
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what the hell.
how come he was witnessing two (2) oblivious teens pin after each other but no one else?
wasn't he supposed to be the emotionally constipated one?
giyuu repeatedly watched muichiro and y/n, the said oblivious teens interact for the 100th time.
he saw the look in y/n's eyes as they oh-so patiently helped with the mist pillar's memory about them.
he saw the said pillar's face soften when they took their time with him and never seemed to be annoyed with his forgetfulness.
but giyuu also saw that when they would leave, muichiro's would face turn sour. mad at himself for forgetting who they were. mad at himself for feeling things he didn't know he could feel.
he saw how conflicted he was.
so, giyuu went to the a local store that sold notebooks and bought one or two.
and when he came back he witnessed his daily dose of oblivious teens.
there they were, standing in front of each other. y/n explaining who they were once again and muichiro trying to rack his brain for recognition.
they seemed to have conversed for a minute or two until y/n bowed and went their merry way.
perfect.
the water pillar walked towards the youngest pillar, calling out softly his name.
"tokito-kun."
muichiro slowly turned around to giyuu, giving him the same look he must've done to y/n.
without saying anything else the water pillar offered him the notebooks and the mist pillar looked at him confused.
"who are you again?"
the long black and mint tinted haired boy titled his head to the side.
(a/n: that's a mouthful-)
"that doesn't matter right now, take these."
giyuu said, watching on as muichiro takes the notebooks and watch them curiously.
"just read what i wrote on the front page, you'll understand then."
and in a blink of an eye the young boy watched the older man walk away. he glanced down to the books given to him, deciding to do what he was told before forgetting later on.
"i gave you these notebooks for a reason.
i like to call them memory books, you can write down what you'd like to remember and if you forget you can read through your book.
hope you put it to good use. :)
- giyuu tomioka
{i wish you luck with you and y/n's future relationship.}"
muichiro felt his cheeks heat up at the last comment, he didn't think it was obvious he had some sort of attraction to his friend.
hm, maybe if tomioka knew his little crush he could help him? he should ask the next he sees to thank him as well.
he was gonna write that down but realized he didn't have anything to actually write with. he felt conflicted, because if he doesn't note it down now he'll end up forgetting to what he wanted to do.
that is until muichiro saw an old looking crow fly towards him with a pen(?) and a little letter. the crow dropped the contents onto his open hand and quickly flew away. (with struggle-)
"almost forgot a pen, my apologies.
maybe i should a memory book as well. :>
- giyuu tomioka"
muichiro felt himself chuckle at the letter, quickly taking the pen and joting down notes.
reminder;
• thank giyuu
• ask for help with m/n y/n
(an: m/n = misspelled name)
──•𓄹𖠲۪۫ᮀ〭。。 timeskip a week later
muichiro held his notebook and flipped through the pages, smiling fondly. he couldn't thank tomioka enough for helping him ask out y/n, his now significant other.
he had asked them out earlier today, with tomioka's advice and help of course.
muichiro now was trying to find the water pillar, he wanted him to be the first one to know of his new relationship.
he doesn't know why though, maybe because his help and advice was heavily used?
i mean, he did feel this sort of comfort around him.
his black haired friend helped him write down any information about the other pillars, the kamaboko squad, which estate is which and certain locations he went to more.
muichiro never felt unsafe nor judged around tomioka, he never underestimated when he first joined the pillars.
oh well.
speaking of which, he completed one notebook due to tomioka's help and he even made him a little quick way to find things.
he got a little color organization for him;
pink = y/n information
green = hashira information
blue = estate locations
purple = kamaboko squad information
orange = certain locations information
which was honestly muichiro's life saver.
so muichiro quickly turned to the blue section, flipping pages a few times before landing on the 'water pillar estate info;' page.
after reading what he needed to know he was quick to go to said estate.
once he arrived to tomioka's estate, he knocked on the door. not waiting for a minute he entered the oh so- quiet establishment.
muichiro was almost confused on how he managed to tomioka's bedroom but shook off the thought as quick as it came.
the young boy called out to the man, hearing a 'come in' was all it took to swing the door aside.
both of them looked at each other, giyuu raising his eyebrows in amusement and confusion. it wasn't the first time muichiro barged in randomly but he felt a lighter aura around the young boy.
"is there anything you need?"
the taller man asked, noticing the slight change in the young pillars face. it looked brighter, his eyes had an unsual but pretty shine to them. not only that but he was fidgeting with his sleeves and swishing side to side slightly.
"y/n is now my partner."
now he might of said it with a straight face but all muichiro could feel was the buzzing of excitement.
giyuu's face morphed to such a soft way.
a small genuine smile, pure eyes that crinkled up and a very relaxed posture. he could only look at the young boy, who he saw as a little brother of sorts- with fondness. 
"i'm so glad to hear that, i'm very proud of you mui." 
giyuu could only offer his most sincere smile, not even noticing the little slip up.
not being able to contain himself, muichiro rushed towards him, warping his arms around giyuu's waist, squeezing tightly.
the man almost fell back, letting put an 'oof', not expecting weight to crash onto him.
fortunately he quickly gained his balance and pressed muichiro's head to his chest, happy to know that everything worked out in the end. (not that he had any doubts or anything)
"i'm so happy for you both, mui."
"it's all thanks to you, yuu-nii."
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sweet-demiboi · 3 years
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Well. Mhmmm, I was thinking of being the other King of Asgard and maybe also a God? (maybe the God of Knolagde). And maybe the Avengers need help so Thor asks his Husband😜 and that of course, means that the Avengers will meet him and maybe kinda fangirl? Oooh I'm so stupid, I forgot to ask, do we need to describe our personality? Cause if so I'm rather shy.
Also feel free to message if you need any clarifications.
Thanks!
Thor x Male!Reader
Plot: Requested
Warnings: Hm... bad English? A bit angst, but really not much
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You were having trouble in your mind. You sat outside in the beautiful gardens of Asgard's palace, admiring the beauty of the nature around you. But it wasn't able to clear your mind of the concerned thoughts you were thinking about for the past days now.
Thor had promised to inform you about everything that was happening in his life on Midgard but he had neither sent a message nor had he visited Asgard by himself. You were seriously concerned about your husband.
You got up from the chair you were sitting on before and started walking around the gardens. No other god or goddess disturbed you as they could clearly see that you were trying to focus on your problems.
At least that was something you could do really well, after all you were the god of knowledge and wisdom. Different scenarios played in your imagination and you didn't notice the person standing next to you until they laid a hand on your shoulder.
Your head went straight up and in the matter of just a few seconds, you had pulled out your dagger and were putting it against the intruders throat.
"Whoa, keep calm, (Y/N)!", Thor laughed with raised hands. You sank your weapon and looked at him with an accusing look in the eyes. "Why didn't you tell me about your days? I was concerned.", you asked with crossed arms.
Thor smiled but looked a bit defeated at the same time "I am sorry, my love, but I wasn't able to send you a message. The mission we're working on right now is quite hard.", he stepped closer to you and took your hands in his own, big and warm ones. His blue eyes had a pleading look in them "I should have told you about it earlier, I'm sorry." A small smile spread on his lips as well as on your own.
"I'm still mad.", you informed him "But not as mad as before." Of course your husband could've handle the situation otherwise but everyone made mistakes sometimes although Thor didn't want to hear that. You decided that you had forgiven him, but wouldn't tell him now.
"So, why are you here?", you asked "Obviously something's up." The god of thunder smiled, you knew that he loved it, when you acted smart "I need your help with that mission I was talking about before." You nodded slightly and and started slowly walking with his hand in yours. "Tell me about it.", you demanded, so he told you:
"Hydra is active again, it's a terror-group, which managed to hide from us for quite some time now, but we managed to get a few hints from some... shady people. If we could crack the code they gave us, we could handle them! This coded message can tell us their location! But sadly... we couldn't crack it until now."
"That means you want me to help you with that message?", you understood. Thor nodded "You're the god of knowledge and wisdom!", he took both of your hands in his and stood before you, excited and with pleading eyes "Please! Please, (Y/N), help me!" You smirked slightly and whispered: "Of course."
Thor smiled brightly, cupped your cheeks and kissed you pasionately on the lips. Oh boy, how you had missed that! His warm lips on yours, his body pressed against your own and rising together in that bubble of love for each other. His tongue found its way into your mouth and played eagerly with your own. You slung your arms around his neck to stabilize yourself.
You looked deeply into each others eyes after this kiss. "Let's do that code!", you whispered against his now swollen lips, which showed you a big smile now.
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Over all this excitement you had forgotten that you were rather shy towards new people, so you grabbed the hand of your husband while Heimdall was bringing you to earth. Thor's thumb brushed slightly over the back of your hand, calming you a little bit.
Suddenly you stood on the top of the Avengers tower, Thor had already told you about. The outlook you had over New York was stunning and something you had never seen before. "It's beautiful, isn't it?", Thor asked next to you and you were only able to nod. He closed your mouth with putting a finger under your chin, smirking when you blushed slightly.
"Oh, Thor, you're here again!", a man with sunglasses and an expensive looking suit walked over to you. It had to be Tony Stark, who your husband had also talked about. "And you must be his charming, smart husband he always talks about!", he gifted you a smile and put out his hand for you to shake it.
"That's right, Tony Stark.", you shook his hand a bit nervously, but he didn't seem to notice. "I guess Thor already told you about our problem?"
"I wouldn't be here, if he had not.", you answered and Tony laughed, already guiding you inside. You weren't pleased by seeing even more people in the conference-room, where you had just walked in. The looks were on you, the other Avengers seemed interested in your presence and someone was walking towards you.
"Hello, my name is Steve Rogers.", he shook your hand "Thank you for the cooperation.", he acted a bit nervous himself, but you just smiled and introduced yourself too.
"Where's this code I'm here for?", you asked. A red-haired woman in a black suit came to you and gave you a piece of old-looking paper. "We tried to figure it out with countless programs, but nothing worked.", she had a slight russian accent, and looked you up and down.
You took the paper out of her hand and looked briefly at it "No wonder, I don't think any computer or even program was invented in the time this language was spoken, Ms Romanoff."
"Wait a moment, it's a language?", a man, Clint Barton, asked with crossed arms. "How could you figure that out so fast?", another one interfered, who had to be Sam Wilson. "The structure and signs in the text are similar to old-greek although it's way older. It might be an old japanese text, as there are still some people who can translate it. Give me an hour and you'll have a translation."
The group was starring at you with surprised looks, which made you a bit uncomfortable, so you looked over to your husband, searching for help. Thor came right next to you and requested the others to get out that you could concentrate. "Can we keep him?", Bucky mouthed to Thor, who rolled his eyes smilingly, but you felt very flattered as Thor had told you that the 'man with a metal arm' wasn't trusting people fastly.
"They already like you.", Thor commented, when everyone had gotten out of the room. "Looks like so... it's calming that I'm not the only one who is nervous." Your husband laughed a little and caressed your cheek. "I wish you good luck with the code.", you smirked "I don't need luck." Thor smirked back "Have fun." He kissed you softly and left the room too.
You weren't mad anymore. How could you? You loved him.
I found time a bit earlier! :D Hope you enjoy it, @marilynmonroefanfics
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weird, m | ksj
pairing(s): seokjin x reader
summary: Your roommate and best friend, Kim Seokjin, forgot to double-check the autofill information and shipped his package from the online sex shop with your name on it. Naturally, this ends with you tying him up and sucking his dick, and him tying you up with you riding him like a wild animal. Wait, what?
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; friends with benefits; crack (sorry, I can't be serious for more than two seconds when writing Seokjin); yes, reader usually fucks younger dudes XD; smut (fem reader, D/s dynamics (both switches), bondage, m-receiving oral, thigh riding, cowgirl, spanking); non-idol!BTS - just two best friends fucking for sexual exploration, don't mind them
technically a prequel to love roulette, m | myg yes, this is the explanation to that mysterious package, but is it really an explanation or rather an excuse to fuck WWH, you decide
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“Seokjin, can I ask you something?”
“Hm?”
When Kim Seokjin looked at you, it was a bit like looking into the eyes someone much younger than you even though he wasn’t. He had that youth about him, the ‘here’s-to-never-growing-up’ sparkle in his large brown eyes, complete with parted lips in a small ‘o’ and, alright, yes, his Nintendo Switch in his hands.
“A long time ago, I asked you which way you think you lean, more dominant or more submissive, no?”
His handsome face flushed pink, slowly scooting away from you.
“Er… yeah, I remember…”
“What?”
“Huh?”
You poked him and he squeaked, slapping a hand over his side even though he was wearing a brown sweatshirt. Seokjin was always cold, even during the summer.
Your best friend was an odd character.
You chuckled. “Why are you being so awkward? I thought we were over this phase.”
Well, he should be. You had known Seokjin since elementary school and seen him, er, date was a strong word for what you both were doing in middle and high school, more like being bumbling messes and walking in on each other bonking classmates, but, hey, what mattered is that you both got better at it over the years.
It being sex.
Not romance.
You both still had only sketchy ideas about what romance was supposed to be.
“We are,” your best friend coughed, clearing his throat for absolutely no reason. “We are, I just…”
“Used my name for purchasing goods from an online sex shop?”
He choked and nearly flung his Switch. You caught it, swiftly placing it on the coffee table as you procured the cardboard box from behind your back, already open, address and name circled in thick black permanent marker on the rather inconspicuous package.
“W-What, that’s absurd, why would I ever–?”
You hummed pleasantly, sweeping the box away from his lanky limbs and his flailing hands. For someone who didn’t purchase goods from an online sex shop, he sure was interested in getting the box. He tumbled into your lap, and quickly scrambled back, black hair suddenly fluffed and wild from the movement.
“Something tells me you didn’t check the autocomplete form before clicking submit.”
You saw Seokjin choke on air.
He jerked away from you and fumbled with his phone beside him. You peeked over his broad shoulder and saw that he was scrolling through his emails like a madman, except Seokjin had a bad habit of never deleting any. He had maybe fifteen thousand unread emails to sort though.
“You don’t have to check. I am sure I didn’t order red cotton bondage rope and a leather flogger.”
Seokjin whipped his head around, face redder than a tomato, looking halfway between fainting and screaming.
You raised an eyebrow. “Is it for you or a mysterious imaginary girl that you’re dating?”
Now your best friend seemed to be contemplating holding his own breath until he passed out to avoid your questioning.
“I-It’s not for me!”
“Oooh, then who? You’re not an internet hookup kind of guy though… unless she was dumb enough to put her full name as her username, then she’s too airheaded to be a catfish–”
Seokjin flapped his hands, smacking you in your pajama-covered chest, sputtering. “No one! There’s no one! I just…!”
You caught one of his wrists, raising an eyebrow.
“Just?”
He froze.
Silence.
“… Seokjin?”
You left go of his hand. It stayed there, frozen in the air.
Ah, it seemed as if his soul left his body.
Rest in peace Kim Seokjin. You were the handsomest best friend one could ask for.
You prodded him in the side again and Seokjin doubled over, trying to cover his face with the large sleeves of his sweatshirt, long legs in black sweatpants curling up as if he could cocoon himself away from the conversation.
“Seokjin, you can be interested in whatever you want,” you snickered, placing the package next to his fetal positioned body. “I simply thought it was funny that you accidentally used my name. Although I wouldn’t use that flogger on a real person, only for posing in pictures. In any case, have fun being freaky by yourself and not for some mysterious woman you refuse to tell me about.”
You stood up, about to leave and give your best friend some space. You shouldn’t go too far teasing him after all.
“What do you mean?”
You stopped, looking back. Seokjin’s large brown eyes were peeking out of his splayed fingers, shifting awkwardly when you made eye contact. He cleared his throat. He was doing that a lot for someone who seemed perfectly healthy ten minutes ago, shrieking at himself for missing the ledge in his game and dying.
It had seemed like a good time to interrupt and embarrass him so you could save your eardrums.
He coughed and pointed to the box. “About the… um… whip… thingmabob…”
You cocked an eyebrow. “Isn’t it obvious?”
You marched over and opened the box, making Seokjin jolt and cover his red ears instinctively, but you ignored him, pulling out the black pleather flogger you had already unwrapped from the plastic – purely from thinking it was your own package, by the way, no other reason, surely not because you were mildly curious about what your best friend was into, nope – and you slapped the short three tails into your hand, wincing.
“This kind of cheap material is too plastic-like. If you use this on bare skin and hit too hard, you’re going to cut someone and I know you’re squeamish around blood, unless you secretly have a blood fetish too and have been a really good actor all this time–”
“How do you know that?”
You blinked at his question.
“What?”
Seokjin sat up, giving you a confused pout. “Why do you know something like that?”
Now it was your turn to shift your eyes around.
“Uh…”
Er… how to tell your best friend that the younger guy you were casually fucking for the past couple of weeks was, ah, rather knowledgeable about certain things, was, um, interested in teaching, uh, yeah, teaching…
Seokjin squinted at you suspiciously. “Is it that idol trainee that was here two nights ago when I was out drinking with Hose–”
You waved your hands very quickly, tossing the flog aside carelessly and slapping your thigh to silence Seokjin and his far too invasive questions. “Look. I just don’t want you to hurt anybody on accident, okay? Your rope choice was good though. You should always use an organic material for shibari, cotton, hemp, linen if you’re rich, but you’re a cheapskate, so–”
Your best friend narrowed his eyes into slits. “How much younger is that guy compared to you again? Hm? And what was his name? Ye–”
You slapped a hand over Seokjin’s mouth, smiling sweetly and dangerously, reaching into the box and pulling out the red cotton rope.
“I know a lot of knots now and I can tie a noose just for you, Seokjinnie.”
Your best friend, rightfully so, looked terrified.
“Now. Let’s talk about you, okay? Okay.”
You removed your hand and held onto the rope.
Seokjin gulped, but then shook his head vigorously, frowning. “What did you call it?” He was already moving past your death threat. Smart man.
“Call what?”
“Shi-something?”
“Shibari? Japanese rope tying?” You lifted the cotton cord in your hand. “Is that not what this is for?”
Seokjin blinked very rapidly.
You blinked back at him. Then it dawned onto you. “The diamond-y rope patterns where they’re all tied up and stuff.”
“Ah! Yeah! That!”
“You want that done to you?”
Seokjin jerked to one side. “What? No! To someone else. Maybe. No. What?”
You slowly placed the rope on his lap and scooted away.
“Uh… huh. Okay. Enjoy.”
“Wait,” he blurted.
“What?”
“CanIpracticeonyou?”
“Can you WHAT?” you echoed shrilly.
“Right, yeah, okay, never mind–”
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“Seokjin.”
Your best friend choked on his own toothbrush and threw himself into the bathroom wall, colliding into the towel bar and howling in pain while simultaneously hacking up a lung.
“I’ve decided I am going to teach you some simple knots to prevent me from having to pick your naked ass up from the police station or hospital,” you said calmly as Seokjin half-died on the floor tangled in your mint green and his navy-blue bath towels. “And because I don’t want to have to cut some poor girl off your bedframe because you’ve blacked out running onto your door trying to find me.”
“I’ve never–” he wheezed.
“But you will if I don’t take precautions,” you cut in, grabbing your purple toothbrush and putting toothpaste on it as Seokjin attempted to collect himself off the ground. “Like that one time you ran into the window when that wasp was in the apartment.”
“That was a fucking wasp, you freaked out too!”
You started brushing your teeth. “Yeah, but I didn’t knock myself out and wake up with a fat bump on my forehead. That was you,” you gargled.
“Ack…”
“Anyway, I know a few things and I figured I would do a good deed and enlighten you.”
“Who taught you? Was it Ye–”
You jabbed Seokjin forcefully in the ribs and he immediately shut up because he choked on his toothbrush again.
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“Why do you have scissors?”
“For cutting the rope.”
“Yeah, but why are they so big?”
“That’s what she said.”
Seokjin narrowed his eyes. “I hate you.”
“Cool, now I’m gonna tie you up. Give me your hands.”
You unwound the end from the bolt and frowned, nudging his knee with yours. You were both sitting on his bed, him cross legged and you on your knees because he was wearing black sweatpants and you were wearing no pants, just your usual large lavender pajama shirt with a pattern of yellow stars.
“Take off your sweatshirt. It’ll get in the way.”
“But I’m cold.”
“You won’t be because apparently this shit turns you on,” you snickered.
“Shut up, it does not. It’s the other way around,” Seokjin grumbled, yanking his chocolate brown sweatshirt over his head.
You paused.
“I thought you were more sub.”
Seokjin froze, head half-out of his sweatshirt. You waited. He didn’t move. You waited some more. He coughed and chucked the article of clothing aside, yanking his white t-shirt down and smoothing his hair, not looking at you.
You waited.
He smoothed his hair for a full two minutes.
“Um, anyway–”
You planted a hand on his knee and Seokjin tried to chop your hand away, only for you to snatch his wrist, so his other hand came up to stop you, but you wound the end of the rope around his wrist and bounced off his mattress, pinning your knees on top of his knees and making him squeak as he tumbled back into his pillows, bringing you with him. You had to jerk your head out of the way to avoid collision.
“My nuts!”
“I didn’t hit your precious nuts, you numbsku–”
Hang on.
You locked eyes with Seokjin under you, who gawked back at you, absolutely terrified.
“… You are still a sub.”
Seokjin winced. “Ugh, it’s just… I’m getting older, alright? I can change my mind…”
You could get off him. You could let it be. You totally could.
But were you going to?
No.
You straddled his abdomen and brought his hands to his chest with a big grin. Seokjin’s eyes turned into giant brown saucers. He looked ready to pass out and not from your weight because you weren’t putting much weight on him.
“W-W-What are y-you d-doing?!” he shrieked.
You rapped him in the forehead. “Teaching. Pay attention. Hands up.”
“You aren’t taking your rings off?”
He was referring to the three silver rings you wore on a daily basis – an onyx stone on your left middle finger, a goat-head shaped ring on your right thumb, and a skull with a jester hat on your right ring finger.
You raised an eyebrow. “Why do I need to take them off?”
He lifted his hands and gave you an exaggerated shrug in between your thighs. Come to think of it, Seokjin had a rather broad chest so you had to spread your legs pretty wide to accommodate and hover over him.
Precarious.
“Ah, perfect.”
Your best friend yelped as you wrapped the rope around his wrists, leaving the end sticking out between them, first focusing on loosely binding. He tried to break away, but you harshly squeezed his sides with your thighs, narrowing your eyes.
“Stop squirming.”
He froze at your cold tone, shifting his eyes awkwardly.
“Watch. Now.”
His eyes immediately snapped to your hands.
“Wrists together.” You nudged them so the inner parts of the wrists were touching. “A little space in the center,” you added, looping out the end of the rope. “I’m just teaching you how I learned it, there are a few ways, but the details are important so you don’t prevent loss of circulation,” you added seriously, waiting for him to nod before continuing. “So, wind it around a couple times, but don’t overlap. Four or five?”
“But I can still get out.”
You glared at him. Seokjin shut up and jammed his plush pink lips together, shaking his head rapidly as if to say, who me? I wasn’t talking!
“Turn it ninety degrees like this,” you demonstrated. “And start going perpendicular to and in between the wrists to create the binding. Line up each coil side by side. Mind the starting end here. Then…” You reached for the scissors and snipped the excess away, dropping the rope and scissors beside you on the bed. “You tie it off on the outside. I use a square knot, so this end over this end, and then retie it the opposite way. Try to break free.”
Seokjin frowned at the red rope around his wrists, twisting it this way and that, squirming underneath your legs. You put your hands on your waist triumphantly, nodding to yourself in pride. You did a good job! It looked neat and it was inescapable without tightening on any blood vessels to cause any dangerous loss of circulation.
Hang on.
Seokjin froze.
You froze.
You both looked down.
You smacked him in the cheek.
“Ow!”
“What are you looking there for?!”
“Why did you hit me? Why do you always resort to violence?!” Seokjin accused, jabbing you underneath your breasts with his bound hands. “What is going on down there?”
“Nothing! Stop moving!”
“No!”
“You–”
You closed your thighs around Seokjin’s waist and sat down on him, causing him to gasp, wind knocked out of him as his diaphragm was pushed up into his lungs, struggling with the rope between his wrists and resorting to slamming them down on the bed above his head. You growled as you towered over him. He started yelling, as he always did.
“Yah!”
You slapped your free hand over his mouth.
“Silence.”
He glared at you behind your palm, breathing hard. You sat on top of him, breathing just as hard. He was bigger, strong, yes, but not in the position of power and – being honest, after all – your best friend was never really out to fight you and win. He was more of a ‘I’m-going-to-be-stupidly-annoying-until-you-do-what-I-want’ type, which made him rather childish in some ways. You were more of the ‘I’m-gonna-beat-your-ass’ type.
In conclusion, it was a healthy friendship.
Seokjin started licking your palm and making crazy eyes at you.
Your eye twitched.
“Stop it.”
Unsurprisingly, he did not, in fact, stop it.
“I said, stop it.”
And you slid down, past the wet spot now on his t-shirt, planting your soaked panties on top of his crotch, grinding down, and, yup, Seokjin bucked and yelped, immediately stopping and seizing up as if he could hide the massive erection that you had been willing to ignore but he was being a little – nah, actually, an extra-large, supersized – shit and it was getting on your last nerve, so what better way to resolve a wordless argument (on his part, heh) then humping his hard-on?
You removed your hand and Seokjin had a brief moment to gasp your name before you slid the pads of your fingers onto his tongue, rubbing it roughly and making his eyes nearly bulge out of his head.
“I told you to stop, but you aren’t listening,” you snarled.
Seokjin whimpered, brown orbs glassy, pupils blown out.
You stilled.
Hold on a second.
You had a brief epiphany where you realized you were grinding on your best friend’s dick with him tied up and you were wetter than the Yellow Sea. This wasn’t some guy you picked up at the night market that won you that sleeping Pikachu at the claw machines, only to chat him up and end up with bed with a guy who was – ack, never mind his age – anyway, this was your best friend.
Kim Seokjin.
Oh shit, I’ve gone too far.
You let go, backing up. “S… Sorry, I–”
But then Seokjin’s plush lips closed around your fingers, sucking hard and you choked slightly, feeling his hips roll and the tip of his clothed erection hit your covered clit. He was glaring at you. You gasped as his teeth gently but firmly caught your two fingers. It did hurt, but only a little. Mostly it sent a rush of rather uncomfortable and mind-boggling arousal racing from your knuckles to your core, drenching your panties further.
“Don’t stop,” he mumbled around your fingers.
Don’t stop?
DON’T STOP?
His teeth let go, panting, staring into your eyes.
“Don’t make this weird,” Seokjin muttered, shifting his gaze. “Don’t make this weird, okay?”
His brown eyes flickered back to you. His bound hands were still over his head, black hair flaring out of his pillows, white t-shirt messed up, still trapped between your thighs. You paused, fingers slipping out of his lips, the pads trailing on his lower lip, turning it glossy with his saliva.
Your heart was racing fast.
He furrowed his dark brows and, for the first time, his serious expression made you think that perhaps, maybe, there was a side of him down there, the other side to the coin.
“I just…” Seokjin exhaled slowly, not looking away from you. “I trust you to do this. You’re capable and knowledgeable. I know you are. Word gets around with your, er, habits with younger guys…”
You felt your cheeks heat and you scratched your head awkwardly.
“Anyway, it’s fine if you wanna… er… get off. With me. Because I’m so handsome and all.”
You were thiiiiiiis close to leaving out of sheer embarrassment that instantly dissipated at Seokjin’s sudden unexpected self-compliment. Instead, your eye twitched and you squinted in annoyance.
Seokjin coughed, ears singeing bright red. “Unless you can’t, of course. Because it’s easy to fall in love with me, and that would be very bad considering I don’t want to marry you–”
“I don’t want to marry you either,” you snapped. “You’re ugly.”
Seokjin gasped dramatically, highly offended. “How dare you–!”
He abruptly sat up and you twisted back, only for his arms to swing over your head and sandwich you between his tied wrists and his chest, ramming you back onto his lap and his hard dick. You hissed and bit down your moan, not willing to admit it was mildly turning you on, because of course neither you or Seokjin hated each other – only in that classic way best friends hate and love each other at the same time – and, yeah, sure, you could admit Seokjin was handsome and cute and fun to be around, but he wasn’t the one, not that you knew what the one was supposed to feel like or knew if you would ever feel such an intense, romantic love, but you had this strange idea that the one for you would be someone who could understand you on a different level, and you didn’t have that with Seokjin even if you did talk all the time. You were quite sure the feeling was mutual and now, looking into his brown eyes with a scowl, you saw that the feeling was indeed mutual.
Also, Seokjin was an immature shithead.
A loveable, worldwide handsome, immature shithead. Redeemable.
Still.
You were horny.
And Seokjin was horny.
You weren’t going to date Seokjin ever, but your best friend was hot as hell and you could definitely bang him without any regrets.
“Let’s fuck,” he breathed into your face.
You raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t make it weird.”
Don’t make it weird, yeah, okaaay dude–
Your thoughts were suddenly cut off when Seokjin kissed you.
His forearms closed in behind your back and he pressed his bound wrists into your shoulder blades, pushing you into his solid chest and his embrace, taking your breath away. He always had good hugs, even if they were just to comfort you when your favorite flavor of ice lollys stopped being stocked at your local grocery store – still tragic to this day – and even when he was clinging onto you like a howling monkey because a cockroach was in the bathroom and he was screaming at you to kill it and nearly blowing out your eardrums, even then…
Now.
You closed your legs in around his hips and rolled your crotch into him, suddenly kissing him back.
He gasped into your mouth, your eyes half-opening, him gazing back at you, long lashes and dark eyebrows and glowing tan skin, holy shit, your best friend was handsome as fuck, why did other men even try when Kim Seokjin existed?
“Are you falling in love with me because I’m so handsome?” Seokjin teased, nipping at your lower lip.
Your eye twitched. Oh, yes, that’s right, because you’re annoying.
You shoved him and he yelped, clutching your back as you both fell onto the bed with a flump! You slid out from under his arms, skin prickling at Seokjin’s involuntary whine at your departure. Don’t make this weird, yeah, okay, don’t turn me on this much, dumbass, you are reminding me of… You pushed the thought away.
You didn’t want to think about other people when the person you were touching was right in front of you.
“What are you – yah!”
You gripped the waistband of his sweatpants and yanked down, exposing his underwear – bright blue, nice, nice – and his clothed erection, leaning in, hot breath ghosting over it, Seokjin jerking his arms about because he seemed undecided on either if he wanted to see or not see, but you let him deal with that in his own time, lowering your mouth, tongue extended, fingers splayed over his hips, silver rings glinting in his bedroom lights.
“You look like a demon,” you heard from above you.
You planted your tongue on the spot where the head of his cock would be and soaked it with saliva.
“F-Fuck!”
That shut him up real quick.
Your eyes drifted up, lapping slowly, barely stimulating the sensitive head through his underwear, closing your lips around it so the fabric clung wetly to the taut skin underneath. His cock swelled and twitched under your mouth; the action was mirrored by Seokjin’s jaw. He was clenching it along with his hands balled into fists, gasping for breath.
“O-Oh, f-fuck…!”
You were beginning to get the hint with each passing second of working your tongue around his rapidly hardening cock. Seokjin had put himself in the sub category when you asked back then because he liked to things being done for him. It was less about the mental aspect and more of the physical acts of service in his case. However, he wasn’t very good at articulating what he wanted and thus the natural pattern of someone just doing it led to, ah, exhibit A.
You currently parting your lips and letting your tongue snake out, coating the length with saliva.
But.
You could see it in his eyes, that burning intensity.
Maybe part of it was because it was you. He probably didn’t have those butterfly jitters of trying to woo a stranger or the nervousness of looking bad in the honeymoon phase of a relationship. There was already a level of comfort – and the ability to readily shit-talk each other at any moment – and so Seokjin was free to relax, even if it was a bizarre situation of sexual discovery.
“Take it off,” he growled.
Your fingers creeped up his sides, hooking over his boxer briefs. Slow, deliberate, kissing up his length, on the tightrope, dominant in your control, submissive in the action, raising your head so Seokjin could lift his hips, feathering kisses on the exposed skin and making him hiss and shudder, eyelids fluttering, slipping into subservience a little.
At the end of the day, who killed the unwanted bugs in your shared apartment?
Yeah, you.
“Oh, f… fucking shit…”
You tilted your head and ran your tongue up and down the length, licking up the sides and circling around the thick head, bordering on frustratingly soft, switching to wet, sloppy kisses when his hands raised, making him pause, gazing down at you curiously and attentively, entranced by the action. You ducked down, tongue slurping around his balls, lifting his cock, kissing, sucking, eyes closing, tip of your wet muscle drawing zig-zag patterns that soft skin.
Seokjin moaned your name.
A shiver of electricity went up your spine.
Alright, fine, you were getting turned on.
You wrapped your lips around his balls and enveloped them both with your mouth.
“Whoa!”
You opened your eyes to see Seokjin staring wide-eyed at you, hands straight up to stare at you between his upper arms. You almost laughed at the hilarious triangular-looking pose, but your mouth was currently full, so you restrained yourself.
“That’s possible?! You can put both nuts in your mouth at the same time?!”
Uh.
Where you supposed to respond with your cheeks stuffed with his nutties?
You hummed casually in response.
“A-Ah…!”
Seokjin gasped at the vibrations and the movement of your tongue slapping all over them, short, rapid licks all over his skin, watching him with a cocked eyebrow, but he didn’t even notice, hands dropping and moaning to the ceiling, his eyes closing and savoring the hot wet warmth and the power of your mouth, shivering as your hand slowly stroked his length in time with your tongue.
You let him bask in it before detaching and swallowing his cock.
“Gah!”
Seokjiinie, you thought wryly, we gotta work on your repertoire of sex sounds.
You spied him looking down at you, so you paused around the swollen head and slid your tongue out, circling and wrapping around his length while sucking on the tip and rubbing the back of your tongue along the underside.
Seokjin made a bunch of weird croaking noises that were, strangely, rather attractive. Okay, you could admit it. You were kind of a sucker for your best friend in the most platonic way possible… while in the middle of sucking his dick.
What?
He was handsome!
You began to bob your head up and down, tongue and lips descending, taking him deep so you kissed the base of his cock, head buried in your throat, waiting for him to glance down at you, hazy brown orbs under lush lashes, and you would peek your tongue out and lap at his balls, interrupting the tightness, causing him to swear and jerk his hips up, urging you to keep consistent speed and pace, all the while watching every single movement of your tongue. You kept this irregular pace, slow, then fast, then slow again when he looked at you, then fast when the ecstasy was too much and he closed his eyes, over and over. You could see that a battle was being waged Seokjin’s pretty head, between wanting to observe the lewdness of you licking his balls with his hard cock buried in your throat while also desperately needing to get to the fuck off.
“You… bitch… suck me off properly, fuck…”
You raised all the way so only the head was in your mouth and sucked, rubbing up and around it, swirling all over, teasing the slit and soaking the sensitive skin, rutting it against the roof of your mouth and Seokjin groaned, pressing his head back into the pillows, black hair covering his eyes, fists pressed to his chest.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, please, let me cum!”
His hips rammed up and you dug your nails into them, wincing as the head hit the top of your throat and slid down, cutting off your air, and then he began to thrust erratically, the position, inability to use his hands as leverage, and your resistance not letting him set up a good rhythm. You had to force him back down, popping your mouth off, snarling.
“I’m gonna gag if you do that! You want me to vomit on your dick or what?”
But all of a sudden Seokjin sat up again, grabbing your pajama shirt and yanking you to him, saliva dripping down your chin and then it was on his chin, a messy, savage kiss, ravenous need in his actions, pulling you to him, close, closer, you twisting and then gasping as he pushed one of your thighs down, planting your soaked panties on the exposed part of his thigh.
“Ah, Seok–”
He attacked your lips again with a light growl, sparks shooting across your skin, his thigh rising and bouncing you both on the bed, his legs still tangled in his pants and underwear but the effect was undeniable.
Seokjin was making you ride his thigh.
Whoa.
He bit your lower lip and sucked hard, your eyes fluttering closed, hips rocking, heat turning hotter, wet turning wetter, your sticky, sweet juices clinging to his upper thigh, your own pressed against his saliva-covered cock, wrapping your arms around him, close, closer, you thrusting your tongue in his mouth and him moaning before he did the same to you, starting a tug of war, rubbing harder against his skin, his muscle tensing against your covered clit, friction and wetness everywhere, too many clothes and no eye contact, one of your hands slipping into his black locks and tilting his head, deepening the kiss and inhaling his exhale, shuddering at the erotic nature of the moment.
He mumbled your name against your lips, still clutching your pajamas, stars bunched in his hands, fingertips pressed into the curve of your breasts.
“Can I try the rope tying now?” Seokjin whispered, voice gravelly and low.
-
“Excuse me?”
There was a ripped-open condom wrapper sitting on the bed.
“What?”
Your pajama shirt, bra, and panties were on the floor, along with Seokjin’s shirt, sweatpants, and underwear.
“Why are you – gah!”
You sucked in a breath as you sank down on his cock. Fuck, it was tight, tight as you lowered yourself onto his hips, Seokjin gasping and clutching the long length of red cotton rope that you had carefully untied from his wrists. You had even taken the extra step to massage them afterward, not that he needed it because of your careful work – good job, past you – but he appreciated it all the same, because deep down Kim Seokjin was a prince.
“Oh my God, you’re so tight, shit, shit, shit…”
You neglected to tell your best friend that you were both low-key proud of and turned on by your own ability to take dick without much foreplay. That little edge of tightness added just the right amount of spice of pain that amplified to the pleasure.
Okay.
And yes, you felt a special kind of glee as you witnessed Seokjin’s stunned shock and near passed-out expression from being inside you.
You held out your wrists and grinned. “Go ahead. Tie me up.”
Seokjin gawked at you like you had three heads.
You squeezed your breasts together with your upper arms, tilting your head with a devilish grin.
“God, you’re so hot, but you look crazy,” he wheezed.
Your grin dropped and your eye twitched. “Is that supposed to be a compliment or…?”
Seokjin shrugged, and moved your hands so they were in the better position for him. Much to your annoyance, he didn’t elaborate.
“Um, let’s see, you left a bit out to use as a tie and…”
You began to rock your hips.
“H-Hey!”
The side of your lips curved upward. “What? We’re multitasking.”
“We–?” Seokjin choked, gritting his teeth as you pulsed around his hard length, rolling your hips gently, adjusting until you found a comfortable spot so the head hit you in just the right spot, ah, yes, right there, spreading your fingers out over his chest, leaning your forehead against his, not quite going full force but a slow, deliberate rhythm that wasn’t going to make either of you cum, but, damn, did it feel good.
Seokjin shuddered, gasping your name.
“Tie me up, Seokjin,” you murmured back, caressing his skin.
His eyes darted up, saturated with lust, searching your eyes, and you gazed back.
You could be a real jerk right now.
His hot exhale washed over your lips, a shudder of nervousness.
But this was your best friend, and he was trusting you.
You tilted your head and kissed him softly, flush against his plush lips.
“Come on,” you nudged his nose lightly. “Do it.”
You viewed him from under your lashes. He shivered. Almost.
He needed only one more little push.
“Want you, Seokjinnie,” you breathed against his skin, hints of need and desperation in your voice.
A small smile danced on his lips, staring into your eyes.
You might have fallen for him a little bit in that moment.
“Okay.”
He kissed the side of your mouth, a teasing little peck, and you smirked, turning your head so you wouldn’t break the image you had created for him, but he was already looking down, busily occupied with your wrists, so you drew back, focusing instead on riding him, closing your eyes. You built a leisurely, pleasurable pace, leaning forward a bit to rub your clit against the base of his cock, sighing contentedly at the way he filled you, a wonderful, thick, satisfying girth that you could get used to, other than the fact that most of the time Seokjin drove you up the wall, but, hey, maybe if both of you reached a certain age and you were still single, maybe you could marry your best friend solely for having accessible dick…
“Ah! Perfect.”
You cracked open one eye.
And tried not to burst out laughing.
“Erm… well…” you coughed, tugging at the rope a little. It looked messy and rather hideous, parts overlapping and twisting awkwardly, but he had the… basic idea? It wasn’t like you were going to do anything dumb anyway, so it was pretty good for a first time.
Seokjin frowned. “I don’t know how you did it so neatly…”
“You line up the coils next to each other – ah!”
He seemed to think that was good enough and grabbed handfuls of your ass, causing you to tip forward and brace your hands against his chest, gasping as his hips thrust up into you, abrupt pleasure blooming up your core, sudden squelch of wetness between your joined hips.
“Come on,” he grunted, clenching his jaw, tone getting deeper and more dangerous with each word. “I have to get off, and now.”
He smacked his hands down on your ass and you almost whimpered.
Almost.
Seokjin drew back a little, giving you a strange look.
“W… What?” you managed to get out.
He tilted his head. “Do you like that?”
You almost said, no, of course not, but you stopped yourself, looking down at the red rope tied around your wrists, heat flaring in your cheeks, ass stinging slightly from his slap.
His cock twitched inside you.
Your eyes flickered up to him. A sly smirk danced on your lips.
“Yeah. I like the things you do to me.”
You saw Seokjin pause, brown eyes widening a little, black hair over his forehead.
You pushed him down on the bed. He gasped, but he was used to it now, gripping your ass and tipping his head back as you began to really ride him, waving your hips to ram his cock into your pussy, not even noticing the moan seeping from your lips, fuck, it was good, fulfilling and deep, your bound hands on his chest, fingers spread out and nails digging into his skin a little, but Seokjin seemed to be into it, his own nails sinking into your ass, pushing you down with every descent, hitting you harder, rougher, intensifying the pleasure, building onto it. Hot breath, warm skin, joined hips, loud slaps, rocking bedframe, your breasts bouncing with each thrust, gazing at each other through half-lidded eyes, not quite seeing each other but drowning in the gratification, the roughness, gasping sharply as his open palm smacked down on your ass again, making it bounce and jiggle in his hands, your core and thighs squeezing tighter, witnessing his tight hiss of desire, mesmerized by your sound so he did it again, spanking the other cheek, and you did it again, whimper creeping out, arousal consuming his handsome features, intoxicated by your reaction to his action so he did it again and again, hard, stinging slaps as you rode his stiff, quivering cock harder and faster, fuck, Seokjin must be incredibly turned on because he was so fucking hard, just so incredibly sexy how hard he was right now, even the pain was nothing but an injection of added carnal pleasure, throwing your head back and sinking your nails into his skin, fucking him recklessly, forgetting about hiding your moans, who the fuck cared, not you and not him because Seokjin too was crying out, the sinful sound of sex echoing off his bedroom walls, except instead of you in your bedroom putting headphones on to drown him out, you were in his bedroom, doing it, fucking the daylights out of him.
Alright.
You could see why girls wanted to date your best friend now.
Seokjin was a loud dork, but he had a great dick.
“F-Fuck, Seokjin, fuck!”
He had a similar response, although it was more a choked garble of your name mixed with, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!”
You must really be drunk on his dick because even that turned you on and tipped you over the edge.
Your thighs tensed and you moaned deeply, tucking your chin down and spreading your palms onto his pecs, wrists straining against the cotton rope, a rapid torrent of adrenaline soaring through you and then you smacked your ass down onto Seokjin’s crotch, whining as you came in vicious pulses of pleasure, clenching around his jerking length and you realized Seokjin was clutching your ass, pinning it down so you couldn’t move, shooting his release into the condom, so much that you felt his cock shudder and throb inside you, head buried in your deepest, most pleasurable spot, you feeling all of him and him feeling all of you.
Holy shit.
You almost saw stars.
“Hah… wow… I guess I can’t blame younger dudes for wanting this pussy…”
Your eyes weren’t open but your eyebrow twitched in annoyance.
“Shut up, Seokjin.”
-
“Come on, man! Look what you did!” Seokjin barked accusingly, pointing to his chest with red indents of your rings.
“Excuse me? I’m the one who has scratches and a bruised ass!”
“You’ve marred my beautiful skin! I should fine you!”
“Where’s that fuckin’ whip – get your naked ass back here, Kim Seokjin!”
-
Hm, well, maybe you would find your true love some other time. Maybe try gambling?
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Hi there! 🤗 I hope it would be ok for me to request something, since I loved the “Flashing the Suitors” headcanons you wrote 😉💖 Since Jean is a boob guy, may I ask for an nsfw fic or headcanons for him and Reader involving some good ol’ tiddy action? 🥴💕👀 Thank you so much!! ^^ (Also just one additional thing; your art is AMAZING, and I LOVE your Beethoven OC! He a SNACC 👀👌🏻)
Thankyou for the request dear!!! An nsfw-jean-boobie-moment fanfic coming right up! 💜🤣
And thankyou!!! Beet would be glad to hear that /his face would turn into an beet aswell-
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💙Erotic Manga💙
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Pairing: Jean x F!MC
Content: Smut, boob job, creampie, soft to rough sex, slight biting, virgin MC and Jean
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It was a peaceful night in the mansion. Y/N was tidying her room up just to put some things back in order. While doing so, her bag, which she hasn't touched in a while caught her attention. The bag was stuffed under the bed. She looked under her bed and reached over to grab the abandoned bag.
"I haven't seen you in a while my dear bag" she mumbled to herself .
The bag was slightly dusty, considering where it had been left sitting. Y/N plopped her decently heavy bag onto her bed and proceeded to rummage through its content.
Everything she remembered bringing was there besides 1 item.
"Hm?? Why is this here??" Y/N thought to herself as she cocked an eyebrow
There in her hands was.. an erotic manga she bought back in college.
"I must have left this at the bottom of my bag years ago.." she said to herself.
Curiously, she sat down on her bed and proceeded to read the manga.
She read it page by page while recalling some bits she remembered happening. She immersed herself into the erotic manga as it got intense.
"Crap i forgot how lewd this one was.." she thought to herself as she bit her bottom lip, squeezing her legs together, not even realizing that her boyfriend jean was staring at her from the door.
"Y/N..?" Jean called her name for the 5th time
This scared the living shit out of Y/N as she was so absorbed that she didn't pay attention to her surrounding.
"Y-yes?" Y/N stuttered as she tried to regain her composure, fixing her night gown and trying to look as natural as possible.
"Are you alright mon amour? I knocked on your door and there was no answer.. so i figured id come in to check if you were here." Jean explained calmly with a gentle smile
"Ah, I'm alright jean..! Its just um.. i was reading a book." Y/N said hoping she didn't sound sus.
"A book? What kind of book?" Jean asked as his eyes lit up
"Well uh.. its like.. drawn pictures that makes a story. And um.. there are some Japanese text on it that narrates it." Y/N explained while fidgeting nervously
This made jean even more interested
"That sounds.. very interesting! May i read it with you?" Jean asked, hoping she would say yes
Y/N froze for a second. She didn't want jean to know what she was reading but at the same time she just didn't have the heart to say no to her sweet lover.
"...come here then" Y/N awkwardly gestured jean to sit next to her
Jean happily sat next to her, but the moment his eyes fell onto the page, his happy aura vanished. He froze in place trying to process what he was seeing.
Y/N could feel how still he was.
"Crap, this was probably a bad idea" Y/N panicked internally as she imagined whacking her head with the manga.
But the further she flicked through the manga, she noticed that it provoked some..interesting reaction out of jean, especially when the page showed the woman giving the man a boobjob
jean kept shifting weirdly every one second, his face was fairly red. His breath also hitched from time to time.
"Ohhhh my??" Y/N said internally as she glanced over to jean from time to time. She was trying to make sure is what she thought was correct.
Y/N wasn't dumb, jean was clearly getting aroused from it. And she found it quite adorable. She didn't know jean was into that kind of thing, after all they both haven't reached "that" stage of their relationship.
They both have gotten close to doing it, but jean would restrain himself and leave to god knows where.
Y/N would never pressure him. She understood that he wasn't exposed to such thing back when he was alive.
Jean placed a hand onto her shoulder, alerting her.
"Could we.. take a break? I feel really strange" jean admitted, this time being his turn to try and sound normal
At this point his big bulge was on display despite him trying to hide it.
"Of course we can," Y/N said as she rubbed his back " in what way do you feel strange though?" Y/N continued secretly trying to tease him a bit
"Well um.." jean looked away, avoiding Y/N's eyes before continuing
"It's nothing.. I'll go back to my room and retire for the night" Jean said as he tried to leave, only For Y/N yo grab his hand
"Wait..!" Y/n exclaimed
Y/N had a plan in mind as she was feeling awfully bold after seeing how cute jean was acting . She was going to ask him the question of the century, hoping she wont scare him away.
" jean.. do you want to recreate what we have just read?" Y/N asked while trying not to die inside
Jean.exe has stopped responding
"P-pardon?" Jean asked making sure he didn't mishear her.
"Um well.. i was wondering if.. you would like to do all these things together.. since we are both a couple" Y/N said as she got quieter at the end of the sentence. Guess she wasn't as bold as she thought she was
Y/N looked away, clenching her eyes shut as her blood rushed to her face. She waited for jean to respond hoping that she didn't break him.
Jean went silent for a bit before speaking up
"I.....do actually" jean admitted shyly covering his lower face with one hand to hide his equally red face. "...i have always wanted to but i thought that it would be wrong for me to fall for my own desires. What if it made you uncomfortable..? That was what i was worried about the most mon amour.." jean continued
Y/N opened her eyes and blinked repeatedly
"What?? It was him worrying about what i felt all along??" Y/N said internally, surprised at the revelation.
She quickly pulled jean into a tight hug
"Ah!" Jean yelped as he wasn't ready for the hug
"Jean, you never make me uncomfortable.. you make me really comfortable and i enjoy doing anything with you. You know, in fact i was worried if you were the one feeling uncomfortable." Y/N explained, hugging him tightly
"So it was a misunderstanding on both sides.." jean said as his lips curved into a soft smile
Jean loosened into the hug and wrapped his arm around Y/N, feeling relieved that all the misunderstanding between them had been cleared up.
"Now that our feelings are mutual.. can we kiss?" Y/N asked, still feeling quite shy.
"Of course we can" jean said as he brushed a strand of hair out of Y/N's tomato red face
Closing their eyes, Y/N leaned into the kiss slowly, feeling his hot breath prick her lips. As soon as their lips met, it felt like a jolt of energy had attacked their lips. They could feel their hearts hammering against their chests. They were both nervous and really excited knowing that they are entering a rather erotic stage of their relationship.
Y/N deepened the kiss by gently inserting the tip of her tongue into his mouth, as if asking permission to enter, which jean gladly accepted. The kiss started of shy, but soon enough their tongues were brushing against each other vigorously
Feeling the need to make the position more comfortable, Y/N proceeded to straddle jean's lap without breaking the kiss.
As soon as he straddled him, jean wrapped his arms around her lower back. she could feel her clothed heat come in contact with his bulge, earning a satisfied sigh from the two of them. She has never felt this aroused in her life.
Feeling the need to breath, the both pulled away.
Y/N nuzzled herself into his neck
"You're throbbing against me.." Y/N whispered into his ear
"Is it a bad thing..?" Jean questioned softly
"Not at all, its the exact opposite actually. I was wondering if i could..touch it" Y/N asked shyly
Jean felt nervous but at the same time he would really like that, in fact he has imagined such countless of times.
"Go ahead.." jean whispered hoarsely
They both shifted positions to make it more easy. Jean had his back against the bed frame while Y/N sat next to him, her face leaning in closely against his bulge. She grazed her fingers against his clothed member gently. She could feel how much he was hiding under it.
"Shit, I wonder how far that would stretch me" Y/N thought to herself as she grew more aroused just by imagining it
Jean was responding nicely to her touch as his breathing got heavier and his member kept twitching under her fingers.
Y/N unbuttoned his pants letting his restrained member spring out to life.
Y/N could feel her nether regions throb painfully good just by the sight of her lover's member
She wrapped her fingers around his throbbing member feeling the heat it radiated. She could feel his pulse. She slowly stroked it upwards, coming in contact with his foreskin which was slightly covering his weeping tip
''J-just be gentle with..*sigh*..that part" jean warned in between breaths
"Seems like this is where he's most sensitive" Y/N thought to herself as she pressed her thumb gently against his tip, smearing his precum all-over.
She could hear how heavy he was breathing, which she took it as him enjoying what she was doing. Going a bit further, she pumped his member going from his shaft to his tip, starting of slowly to a moderate pace.
Jean's heavy breathing slowly turned into small grunts. Y/N felt quite delighted hearing him become more vocal slightly.
"I bet my hand feels better than yours.." Y/N joked playfully
"...it does" jean responded shortly as he was dominated by pleasure
Wowowowowowo the beautiful heretic actually beats his schlong
Y/N had an idea. She took her hands off jean, causing him to wonder why she stopped. She peeled off her nightgown, feeling Jean's gaze on her. She tossed her nightgown aside, leaving her in her panties. She knew that jean had a thing for breasts especially since jean got all red once again, his eyes clearly glued onto her chest.
"Why did you stop..?" Jean questioned , still staring intensely at he breast
"You will see" Y/N said as she smiled playfully
Jean's poor big friend was practically begging for release at this point
Y/N got on her tummy, adjusting herself close to his member. She slowly stuffed his member in between her breasts.
"..are you going to do what i think you're going to do?" Jean questioned
"I am. Earlier i noticed how you were reacting.. so i figured that you are into such thing.." Y/N said as she let out a giggle
Jean looked away trying to hide his embarrassment.
"You don't need to be embarrassed, its natural to have desires.." Y/N said as she started to massage his throbbing member with her breasts while blowing air onto his tip, causing jean to let out a fairly loud grunt
"Mmh!.." jean grunted, feeling his member being stimulated and teased at the same time. He knew that he wouldn't last long.
His member was dangerously close to her lips. She couldn't help but feel hypnotized by it. She really wanted to stuff him into her mouth and swallow what he had to offer.
Unable to resist the temptation anymore she gave the tip of his member a kiss, while licking it gently. This startled jean as he wasn't expecting that
"W-wait if you- Ah!" Jean moaned accidentally, covering his lower face with one hand as his head jerked backwards
He tried to warn Y/N but he was too late as he started spraying his thick cum all-over her face mouth, and breast.
"This is so hot.." Y/N thought to herself as she swallowed his seed that landed into her mouth. To her it had a thick texture and it was rather salty and bitter.
"Ah! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make your face dirty." Jean panicked as he clumsily cleaned her face with his sleeve.
He also cupped his hand and placed it near Y/N's mouth
"You should spit out my ehm.." jean said, unable to finish his sentence as it felt awkward for him to say the word
"I swallowed it." Y/N said casually with a smile
"But.." jean tried to protest, but a soft blush crept onto his cheeks instead.
Y/N placed a finger onto His lips
"Shh, don't worry about it my love. now you might want to take your shirt off because its stained in..you know." Y/N said as she tugged onto his stained sleeve
Jean agreed, which then he unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it to the side.
At the same time, mc slowly peeled her panties off, she could see a string of her wetness connecting her core to her now drenched panties. This of course caught jean's attention...and mini jean's attention.
Actually he was still hard after his first orgasm
"This is what happens when i feel excited" Mc said as she spread her legs.
She used one hand to spread her heat, exposing what she had to offer to him.
Jean gulped as he felt his member twitch violently
"Can i pleasure you this time..?" Jean asked, seemingly less nervous than he was initially
MC was surprised he even asked that, seems like he was starting to feel confident.
"Of course you can.. ill show you how" Y/N said as she reached for jean's hand which was much bigger and rougher than hers.
"This is where I'm most sensitive." Y/N said as she guided his hand to rub her clit.
Jean gently caressed her clit, following Y/N's guidance. The roughness of his finger added the stimulation.
"Ahn.." Y/N moaned out softly. If only she knew how arousing she sounded to jean. He was determined to make her moan more.
"Mm.. and down here is..ngh..where you would enter me. Try and insert your finger in." Y/N said in between moans, still guiding his confused fingers
Jean was surprised that such small entrance was where intercourse was done.
The moment Y/N felt his fingers enter her she let out a slightly louder moan than previously. Jean on the other hand couldn't stand how aroused he was from the sight and the sound she was making.
"Sorry.." jean apologized softly as he started pumping his shaft with his other hand
"Oh my... he's touching himself while touching me" MC thought to herself, enjoying this erotic moment
The expression he had was intriguing. He wasn't wearing his eyepatch tonight, revealing his furrowed brows and how his lips were slightly apart .
Y/N signalled his other finger to enter her, which resulted in her letting out a satisfied moan.
Jean was pumping himself rougher than earlier, signalling that he was close. Y/N herself could feel hers approaching, but she didn't want to finish like this.
"Jean, i think this should be enough.." Y/N said as she signalled him to pull his fingers out, which also caused him to stop touching himself.
Y/N gently pushed him down to the bed, which jean complied. This resulted in him laying on his back while Y/N was on top of him.
"Ill take the lead.." Y/N said softly as she positioned his member against her slick entrance.
Y/N could feel her confidence slowly chip away. She was anxious about the pain she would feel.
Jean could feel the distress she was in causing him to place a hand on her cheek
"You look distressed.. we don't have to do it if it's making you uncomfortable" jean said softly, trying to comfort her
"No..! Id like to do it with you tonight.. its just I've never done this before so mm.. I'm rather anxious" Y/N admitted feeling ashamed that she was all bold only for her to feel silly at the end
Jean went silent for a bit before having an idea
"Shall I take the lead instead..? I think.. there is a way i could make it more comfortable for you." Jean offered, feeling sure that what he planned on might work
She knew jean was inexperienced, but the way he spoke to her comforted her. Its also the fact that she trusts jean with all her heart.
"Alright then, ill lay down.." Y/N said with a small smile, feeling reassured
She got herself off jean and laid on her back comfortably.
Jean adjusted himself so that he was in between her legs with his member pressed against her weeping and anxious entrance. Just feeling the tip nudge against her hole sent pleasurable shivers down their spines.
He leaned into her collar bone giving it a experimental lick, feeling her body jerk slightly. He trailed his tongue to the sweet spot on her neck which she responded with a soft moan.
Jean used his hand to make sure he had his member placed correctly.
"Tell me if it hurts" jean said before sinking his fangs into Y/N's neck, inserting his thick member inside of her at the same time. He pushed all the way through, the tip of his member reaching her cervix.
"Ngh..!" Jean grunted against her neck as he felt her tight core clamping onto his member. It felt as if he was going to melt inside of her.
"Aaahh..!!" Y/N moaned out loudly. The pleasure was so overwhelming that she couldn't contain her voice. The bite eased all her pain and turned it into pleasure.
words could not describe how much pleasure she felt; she felt light headed and she could feel her whole body tingle from the sensation of having jean inside of her. the way he filled her up  hit all the right spots especially since she became extra sensitive from the bite.
Jean lapped all off the blood that flowed out of her neck while thrusting into her at a gentle pace. He was lucky that he came earlier, otherwise he would have came the moment he inserted himself in her.
"Aahh..this feels mm.. amazing!" Y/N said in between moans with her arms wrapped onto jean's muscular back.
Jean responded by planting a kiss on her lips. He felt happy that he was making his beloved Y/N feel good. He felt as good as she did. It was enough to send them both over the edge, but Y/N knew jean was holding back.
"Jean.. nghh.. you can go rougher on me.." Y/N moaned out.
" mm.. are you sure mon amour?" Jean questioned feeling unsure. The idea sounded tempting but he really didn't want to harm her, especially since its her first time.
Y/N placed her hand onto his cheek, causing him to look at her in the eyes.
"Fuck me hard and fill me up with your semen" Y/N said as she looked straight into jean's purple orbs with a innocent yet lustful expression
Its almost as if a switch was turned on as before Y/N realized, she had her legs bent over till her knees were near the sides of her head.
Jean ran his hand through his hair as he let out a heavy sigh
"Ill do as you wish, but don't regret it" he said huskily with lust clouding his eyes
Ooooo boii here comes the inner beast inside jean
He thrust back into her roughly, going in much deeper than it was earlier.
"Ahhnnn~!" Y/N moaned out loudly as jean let out a groan that ended with a fairly loud moan.
Jean was surprisingly vocal when he wasn't holding himself back
Jean pounded deep into her hole hitting the entrance to her womb every time he thrusted in. He was determined to pleasure her and to make sure he paints her inside with his love.
the stamina and strength he had was no joke considering hes both a solider and a vampire.
Y/N's eyes rolled back as she felt the knot in her lower regions become tighter and tighter. At the same time Jean gripped the sheets next Y/N as he felt his own release approaching.
"Merde..!" Jean cursed under his breath, feeling himself lose control
Jean was always so calm. Seeing him lose his cool was really hot and enough to send her over the edge
With one last thrust, He grunted into Y/N's neck, pressing the tip of his member against her cervix. Y/N wrapped her leg tightly onto his waist, inviting him to give her every last drop of cum he had. He released all of his hot load into her as Y/N moaned in ecstasy. She quivered at the sensation of Jean filling her womb up with his load. 
At this point they both didn't care if anyone heard their love making session.
It took them a moment to recover from all of that, once they did, Y/N was the one who broke the silence first
"I really enjoyed that.. do you want to do it again?" Y/N asked with a glint of mischief in her voice
"I was hoping you would ask" Jean responded with a smirk
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Long story short, they fucked their souls away and then snuggled and kissed when they were done. the whole mansion heard what happened and they agreed to say no word about it. Mozart especially, heard everything from next door and he can't ever see jean the same way again
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