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toxophilitis · 7 months

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Mom's Naughty Daughter cont

CHAPTER SEVEN

Lynn wondered if she had done the right thing.

She had a great deal to offer a man. She was quite well-off, owned a nice-sized orange ranch, and she was, she knew, a fantastic fuck. If she and her money weren't enough, her daughter was included in the deal, too. Any man would have jumped at such a bargain. But she didn't want just any man. She wanted Jake.

But did he want only what she could offer? Then she remembered that he was wealthy in his own right. No, he wasn't concerned with her wealth she decided.

It was almost time for Carolyn and Bobby to come home from school. She rushed to her room and bathed. Carolyn and Bobby would have to be told about Jake. Lynn wasn't worried about Carolyn, but she worried Bobby might feel threatened. But Bobby felt no threat at all.

During the noon break at school, he sought out his sister. "Do you think Jake's gonna move in with us?" he'd asked her.

His sister shrugged. "You know about it as much as I do," she said.

"Would you like it if he did?"

Carolyn hugged herself, remembering Jake's big cock plunging into her cunt. "I wouldn't mind," she whispered.

Other students were all about them. Bobby caught sight of a lovely little girl sitting alone, her knees drawn up. He peeked at the girl's panties and his cock started swelling.

"You liked fucking him, didn't you?" he asked.

Carolyn's eyes sparkled as she nodded.

Her brother was still staring under the dress of the little girl and Carolyn glanced at his crotch. With a soft giggle, she pretended to accidentally brush her hand over Bobby's swelling cock.

"Somebody's gonna see!" he warned.

"I'm getting hot, Bobby," Carolyn murmured. "My cunt is getting wet."

"You're not the only one," he whispered back.

Carolyn looked around, then at her watch. They still had fifteen minutes to go before classes started.

"Want a fast blow-job, Bobby?"

"Where?" he replied eagerly.

"Come on," Carolyn said, getting to her feet. "We'll find a place."

They walked around the school grounds finally finding some tall shrubbery. As soon as they were hidden Carolyn went to her knees, opening her brother's pants quickly. She was already panting, her eyes hot.

Bobby stood before his sister, watching her. His cock was very hard as she pulled it free. Carolyn purred with delight as she closed her fingers around his prick, jacking him for a moment.

"Ooooo, my cunt is so wet. Bobby," she whispered, smearing the piss hole of his cock about her face.

"You're gonna make me come, Carolyn. But what about you?"

"Oh, I'll come, don't worry."

She lapped her tongue along his cock, her fingers pulling his balls free. She licked her brother's balls, the sounds of boys and girls playing filling her ears.

"What if we get caught?" Bobby asked, watching his sister's tongue lick at his balls and cock.

"Mmmmm, they're going to have to wait their turn," she giggled.

"We better hurry," Bobby said.

Carolyn sucked her brother's balls into her mouth, pressing the throbbing hardness of his cock against her cheek. Then she raced her lips to his cock, closing them about the head. She flicked her tongue against his seeping piss hole, tasting his juices. Sliding her hands around his hips, she clutched the cheeks of her brother's ass and with a powerful jerk, pulled his cock deep into her mouth.

Bobby thought he was going to come right then.

Carolyn moaned as her lips sucked back and forth on his cock. Bobby gripped his sister's shoulders, gasping in pleasure, watching her tight lips pulling on his prick. Hearing the boys and girls laughing and talking all around them only made it more exciting for him.

Carolyn, too, was excited by the nearness of others. Being on her knees, her brother's cock stuffed into her mouth, with the possibility of someone catching them, made her cunt pulsate as if it were on fire. Digging her hands into Bobby's ass cheeks, she began pushing and pulling, making his cock fuck into her mouth. She squealed softly as the pressure increased in her cunt, her succulent tits aching with desire.

"Oh, suck it, Carolyn!" Bobby groaned, his body trembling. "Oooooo, you've got a hot mouth! It's almost like fucking your cunt!"

She gobbled his cock deep into her mouth again, her tongue swirling. She bobbed her pretty face back and forth quickly then began jerking his prick, driving his cock into her mouth. Bobby understood what she wanted and grasped the back of her head. He began fucking his sister's mouth vigorously and the more he thrust, the more ecstasy Carolyn felt.

She loved the way his swollen cockhead banged into her throat, the heat of his hard cock burning against her tight lips. She closed her eyes, savoring the taste of his cock but she was fantasizing about Jake's cock. Sucking on her brother's cock while thinking about Jake's prick made her suck his cock harder and sent tremors of feverish hunger racing about her young body. Her clitoris swelled, throbbing. The lips of her cunt were swollen and she was seeping hot, slippery juices.

"Hurry, Carolyn!" Bobby gasped. "Hurry and make me come! That fucking bell is gonna go off... and I'm gonna go off, too!"

Carolyn felt her brother's cock swell and throb, and his dripping juices increased. She had to swallow more and more often, her lips squeezing hotly about his pumping cock. With each fuck-thrust his balls brushed her chin and Carolyn began to moan in passion, her cunt ready to explode.

"I'm gonna come, Carolyn!" Bobby yelped, holding his voice down as best he could. "I'm gonna come in your hot mouth!"

Carolyn moaned, nodding her head.

As the thick come juice splashed into her throat her cunt convulsed. Swaying her ass, she swallowed with greedy, thirsty gulps, her tongue being coated with Bobby's sweet juices. She dug her fingers painfully into the cheeks of his ass, her slim throat working quickly.

Bobby's body shook, his cock pressing down her throat as he came. Then the bell clanged, making them both jump.

"Just in time!" Carolyn laughed, wiping at her mouth. "We better run or we'll be late for class."

Lynn heard the school bus stopping to let her son and daughter off. She looked out the upstairs window, of her room and saw them coming up the drive holding hands.

She stood at the top of the stairs as they came in. Carolyn and Bobby looked up, both of them seeing under their mother's dress. They could see almost see to her crotch.

"It's about time you two got home," Lynn said.

"We always get home at the same time, Mom," Bobby answered. Then he giggled. "Carolyn gave me a blowjob at school!"

"Is that right?" Lynn smiled. "You two better be careful. You'll get caught one of these days."

"Fuck them!" Carolyn said.

Lynn laughed. "You know, it's usually been very lonely here when you two are at school."

"What do you mean, 'been' Mother?"

"Oh, you know," Lynn laughed softly.

"You mean Jake?" Carolyn asked.

Lynn looked at her son, nodding her head.

"He's paid to make those guys work, Mom," Bobby said. "He's not paid to fuck you all the time."

"You don't understand, Bobby," Lynn said, starting down the stairs.

She paused halfway down the stairs, looking at her son. Bobby leaned down to see farther up her dress. Lynn grinned and lifted her skirt.

"Is this what you're trying to look at?" Lynn wore no panties and her hairy cunt excited her son.

"Or is this what you want?" Lynn asked, presenting her curvy ass to them.

Bobby ran up the stairs shoving his face into his mother's ass. Feeling her son kissing at her naked ass, Lynn mewled and shook it for him.

"Mmmmmm, did you miss your mother's ass this much?"

Bobby licked at her creamy asscheeks then shoved his face into the hot crack, trying to reach her asshole with the tip of his tongue. Lynn leaned over more shoving her ass into his face. Bobby's tongue met the tight pucker and he started licking it, holding his mothers hips.

"I don't think Bobby ever cools down, Mother," Carolyn laughed as she came up the stairs. "But he's never licked my ass like that."

"Maybe you never shoved it in his face honey," Lynn whispered, wiggling her ass.

His tongue lapped at her tight asshole, licking up and down. It sent a shudder of delight rippling through her and she grasped the checks of her ass, pulling them wide. Bobby closed his lips around his mother's asshole, sucking at it hard. Carolyn stared into her brother's eyes.

"Does her asshole taste good, Bobby?" she asked, her voice quivering. With his mouth tight against his mother's throbbing asshole, Bobby nodded his head. Carolyn pressed her hand to his cock, feeling it very hard inside his pants. She opened his pants and pulled his cock out. She began to jack on him as he licked at his mother's asshole. Carolyn's other hand stroked up between her mother's thighs, cupping the hairy cunt then working a finger into it.

"Ohhhhh, this is good!" Lynn bubbled. "Suck my ass, Bobby! Ooooo, suck Mother's asshole! Finger me, Carolyn! Fuck me with your finger!"

Carolyn jerked her brother's cock swiftly, plunging her finger into her mother's tight cunt. Lynn rested her hands on the stairs, arching her ass high. With her son's tongue swirling about in her asshole and her daughter's finger up her cunt. Lynn began to wail with pleasure.

"Ahhhhh, Bobby! Lick my asshole! Lick Mother's hot ass, baby!"

Carolyn began to swirl her tongue about her mother's trembling hip, licking at her smooth flesh as she thrust her finger in and out of the hairy cunt. Pumping furiously on her brother's cock, Carolyn's young cunt was so hot she thought she could actually feel it steaming.

"I'm coming!" Lynn shouted suddenly. "So fast! It's too fucking fast! But oh, so good!"

Bobby's tongue licked faster at his mother's pulsating asshole. Carolyn, feeling her mother's cunt convulsing about her finger, fucked Lynn faster yet. Lynn's mind reeled with erotic ecstasy and she screamed loudly, her orgasm strong.

"I'm hot!" Carolyn yelped. "I'm so fucking hot! I wanna fuck!"

"Let me suck you, honey," Lynn moaned, her orgasm starting to calm down. "Let me eat your sweet cunt!"

Carolyn scrambled up the stairs, turning as she sat down. She jerked her skirt to her waist and tore her panties off. She spread her legs wide, arching her succulent cunt toward her mother's face. Bobby lifted his face from his mother's ass, looking around her and watching as she started sucking and licking his sister's cunt. His cock throbbed wildly, and he swiftly dropped his pants.

His mother's ass remained in the air and her cunt pouched invitingly from her thighs. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down the fiery cunt slit, then inched his cock up into her pussy.

"Mmmmmm, fuck me, Bobby," Lynn purred. "Fuck Mother! Ram the piss out of my cunt!"

Bobby drove his cock in deeply, plunging in and out. Lynn shoved her face back into her daughter's cunt, her tongue penetrating the wet sweetness. Carolyn groaned, looking at her brother's contorting face over their mother's back.

"Eat me! Mother!" she urged in a thick voice. "Ooooo, eat my cunt! Suck the piss out of my hot, wet pussy! Fuck her hard, Bobby! Fuck Mother's hairy cunt! Squirt your come up her hot pussy!"

Bobby fucked her powerfully, his lower stomach smacking against the creamy cheeks.

"Come on, Mom!" he shouted. "Eat Carolyn's cunt! I'm gonna fuck the piss out of your hot cunt!"

Carolyn was grinding frantically, her hips twisting and pounding, her cunt smashing into her mother's face. Squealing wildly, she held the back of her mothers head with tight hands. Bobby was beating his cock powerfully into Lynn's cunt, his cock very hard. Lynn was trying to suck and lick her daughter's cunt, but the power of her son's cock often shoved her face too hard into her daughter's pulsating pussy. Still, Carolyn ground her cunt against her mother's lips.

"Ooooo! Mother, Mother!" Carolyn wailed. "I'm going to come! I'm going to come in your fucking mouth!"

Lynn moaned, feeling the wetness of her daughter's cunt increase then the spasms struck. Lynn shot her tongue into her daughter's cunt deep, plunging it in and out, feeling Carolyn's pussy grip in tight waving convulsions. At almost the same moment she felt her son thrust his cock into her boiling cunt and hold it there. Lynn came immediately when her son's cock burst, flooding her hairy cunt with his sweet come juice.

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for-ests · 4 months

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Suffocation: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Suffocation MLIST Summary: Breakfast with Gojo leaves you with more questions than answers, but just maybe, you do have some room in your life for the white-haired sorcerer. Only if he plays his cards right. And damn, is he already doing a fantastic job. Wc: 5, 112 Warnings: none!

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A gentle touch on your arm stirred you awake.

Contently, you were mid-yawn before your instincts took over, and you lurched forward, smacking your forehead against another.

"Jeez!" A low, husky voice complained as your vision and comprehension focused. It was Gojo, and he was rubbing his forehead mid-laugh.

You winced, bringing your own hands to cover your face. "I'm sorry," you groaned. And when you finally felt the pain on your eyebrow fading, you peeked through your fingers and realized you were only wearing underwear and a baggy shirt. And he was only wearing boxers.

Your head shot up, instantly forming a glare. "What happened to knocking?" You scolded, throwing the comforter over your exposed lower half.

"You're literally in my room!" Gojo raised his eyebrows, mouth agape. "In my bed?"

Glancing around and finally taking it all in, you huffed in defeat. You flopped back against the pillows, hiding your face to avoid staring at his toned chest. There was no way you were going to apologize again. Judging by the sun's position peaking through the windows, it was too early for that. "Get out and let me change," you replied with embarrassment, sighing loudly.

"Kicking me out of my own room?" Gojo teased. "What if I wanted to watch?"

"Oh?" You taunted with tiredness, refusing to lift your head, finding comfort in your smug response.

"What if I kick you in the nuts?"

"Fiesty…" he raised his hands in surrender, backtracking out of the room. You opened your eyes again and watched him pretend he was writing down notes on an imaginary list. "Not a morning person." Check. "Got it!"

Once the door shut, you hurried out of bed and zipped open your backpack. You winced when you realized all you had was a tank top and hoodie. It was better than nothing, better than giving him the satisfaction of wearing his shirt.

You couldn't help but want to at least look presentable with what you had. You applied some chapstick and brushed through your hair before exiting the room and meeting a now fully clothed Gojo in the kitchen.

The smell of coffee greeted you, and you sighed with relief. There was no reason for you to be so groggy, but you were, and your muscles ached. Not from the bed, but from the strain your muscles had gone through the night before. God, you could still hear the sound of your car imploding on itself. Your elbow still ached from smashing against the cracked glass to crawl out of the window.

Still hazy, you slumped into the breakfast bar chair, elbows propping against the granite countertop. "You like coffee?" You asked, watching as he started to pour you a cup.

"Cream and sugar?" That was all he said in return. You nodded.

His cup was next, and the second the steaming liquid was finished pouring, he took it to his lips.

Sneering at the thought of a burning tongue, your hands cradled the mug before you. But before you could say anything else, the tempting aroma of frying food filled your nose. You tilted your head past Gojo's towering frame and found bacon and eggs frying on the stovetop. There was more than enough for two.

You glanced back at him in disbelief. He had already shown you enough kindness, and this was the last thing you expected. It felt domestic and didn't make you cringe or shy away. Instead, it made you start blushing, and you hated it.

"You need energy." Gojo shrugged.

"I could have-"

"None of that," Gojo interjected. "You've been through enough."

Contemplating your response, you brought the coffee to your lips and took an apprehensive sip. It was the perfect temperature. Your eyelids twitched as you relished in the flavor.

With satisfied, upturned lips, Gojo turned around and separated a portion for you. "So, Y/N, tell me what you want," he asked, needing to know the answer before he let himself fall harder, to do things to and for you that he had never dreamed of doing for a woman.

"Meaning?" You questioned, taking another sip.

"Do you want me to find a reason for you to leave or to stay?"

It was blunt. But you appreciated it. There were many reasons for you to do either. Following your heart had brought you to Jujutsu High, and you felt it wanted you to stay—at least for the remainder of your paid time off. Two weeks was enough time to know, grow, and figure it all out.

If Gojo was willing to be blunt, you would grant him the same.

"I want to stay," you replied. "At least, for now."

"You want—"

"Yes." Your throat felt tight. Perhaps it was from sleeping in a new atmosphere and climate, but you suspected it was from his presence and what he was doing for you. What he had promised before, what you wanted to explore. "I want you to teach me."

Jujustu sorcery wasn't foreign to you, but the possibilities were. What he had already shown you in 24 hours was enough to crave a greater understanding.

Gojo placed the food in front of you, handing you a pair of chopsticks.

Taking them, you hesitated, poking at the eggs as if they would reveal the answer you were looking for.

Was it wise to be honest with Gojo? You contemplated. He had been watching over your brother, but that wasn't enough conviction to relent, to bow down and follow his lead. Even if he had given you his bed for the night and made you breakfast, even if he made you feel butterflies—you had gotten this far on your own. The power you already had, was all because of you, what you suffered through.

You had been alone your entire life. That was true, but that didn't mean you had to be forever.

You glanced up at him, softening as you realized he'd been waiting for your truthful answer the whole time. If you could read him, it was naive to think he couldn't also understand you.

"I want to protect Yuji…" you started, speaking before critically thinking. "This wasn't what I was expecting but that's because I have never met anyone like me. I assumed he wouldn't share the same gift. But I'm happy we do."

"It's dangerous," Gojo said softly but with a hint of warning.

"Clearly," you laughed through your nose, finally being able to stomach a bite of food. Once you swallowed, you continued. "But I've lived long enough to understand the repercussions. I've spent my entire life wondering what my true purpose was, feeling out of place, seeing things nobody else could. I've understood what I could on my own, but I want more."

You paused to take another bite, wondering if Gojo would interrupt you again. But he didn't.

Swallowing, you continued, "I'm not oblivious either. I know you're powerful, I can sense it without knowing everything. But this time I want to understand it all and not turn away. "Another bite of food. "I don't want to go back to the office and see my patients suffering." Your eyes darkened. "The curses constricting around them and not being able to help."

For your own twisted relief, you laughed. "I thought I was crazy, that's why I studied psychology…tried all the medications I could." You began to poke your breakfast again, not even noticing that Gojo had sat beside you. "But it had been something else all along. All those notebooks I filled with what I thought was gibberish are turning out to be for a reason."

All those nights you spent sobbing, crying out to God for an explanation. From all the loss you'd suffered, the loneliness, the pain, the bad decisions that only confused you more.

The cure was right before you, and you were still hesitating, on edge, and cautious.

You turned your gaze to him. "You called it a gift."

Did you even deserve that compliment?

"I wasn't lying." Gojo stuffed his mouth with food, finding it hard to look at you even with a blindfold on. The conviction in your eyes was enough, the way they threatened to tear over. The color of your irises was beautiful—you were perfect, everything he hadn't ever thought to ask for presented to him in a moment he'd never expected. "Y/N, you captivate me."

He didn't even realize what he'd said until he watched your eyes widen, and your entire expression shift into meekness. "How sweet of you," You replied lowly, your cheeks clearly dusting with pink.

Sweet? Maybe. Gojo tried to remember a moment when someone had complimented him that way. It didn't matter if someone had. It meant the world coming from you. The time you'd already taken to get to know him and deal with his company. He tried to think of something witty, but your openness beckoned his own to come forth. "I want you to stay…as selfish as that is." Selfish because he was attracted to you, and selfish because you were useful. Were those reasons all that bad?

No, they were not. But knowingly inviting you into this realm of uncertainty would be. Even if you expressed that the standard alternative was just as hard. Life hadn't been easy on you.

The plate before you was empty, and you pushed it away. "Maybe we can both find out what it means to be selfish for once."

"Would it be selfish if I was still putting you first?" Gojo asked, almost without sarcasm, before it instinctively took over. "I never indulge in my cravings."

His eyes were all over you. Your ability confirmed as much, even if you couldn't physically see his gaze.

"I'm being selfish enough as it is," you replied quickly. "Disregarding the responsibilities of what I have back home, the people that rely on me, the life I thought I wanted to live. My friends…" you trailed off. You almost said family. But your family was no more. Your family was Itadori. And you had gone over a decade without thinking of that name, your given name, your birthright.

The explanation of your predisposed insanity.

Gojo's hand covered yours. Not insanity. No, it was a gift. Letting his fingers glide through and intertwine with yours, you felt relief and safety.

"Can I trust you?" You whispered, still unable to look over at him, staring at the empty plate and trying to calm yourself down by counting the crumbs left behind.

"Yes." His shoulders relaxed, and so did his hold on your hand. He didn't want to let it go, so he turned your palm up and nudged his thumb along the softness of your skin. "I'll make the arrangments as soon as I can."

"What does that mean?"

"Whatever you want it to mean," he replied from his heart. He meant it even if it sounded otherwise. Gojo was confused by his submission to your questions and your wants. But he would be damned to refuse your needs.

That's how you took it. You knew he hadn't forgotten his promises last night, what was supposedly going to happen later that evening. A tour, some drinks. Whatever you requested from the strip mall that you'd taken notice of your way through the suburbs of Tokyo.

You snickered. Possibly the first genuine one you could've mustered since meeting him, since confirming all of your suspicions. Gojo was satisfied to know it was because of him.

"Do I get my own room?"

The sorcerer laughed, too. "Of course."

"A kitchen?" You raised your eyebrows. "Something like you have here?" You gestured around, insinuating that the remaining vacant rooms down the hall were only bedrooms, bare necessity dorms that couldn't suit an adult woman like you.

"If you want it." He smiled. What he wanted to reply might have been considered inappropriate. You deserved what you requested, even if he knew you would be content residing in his space with him. But that would take time. Gojo was still battling to not flirt excessively and outwardly with you.

Tongue gliding over your lips, you bit down anxiously, squeezing his hand simultaneously. "For now."

He squeezed your hand back before pulling it away. He had to distract himself and retreat, feeling his breath catch at how plump and kissable your lips were. The craving to just lean down and kiss you had happened too many times already, and the urge grew stronger each time it crossed his mind.

All Gojo could seem to think about was how peaceful you had looked sprawled across his bed, ass poking half out from underneath the comforter, hardly covered by your pink lace panties.

"What?" You questioned with raised eyebrows, noticing the smirk threatening to grow on his lips, the flush of his cheeks that weren't covered.

"Nothing!" He replied right after your question sounded, the stool screeching against the hardwood with how fast he jumped from his seat. He quickly recovered, reaching for your empty plate and setting it over his. "Just planning out the day for you."

Watching him frantically try to clean, you sighed and pushed onto the stool with the intent to help him. It was the least you could do after the welcomed surprise. "What are you thinking should be first?" You asked, snatching the plates from his hands and nudging him away from the sink with your hips.

Gojo's expression was dumbfounded. He was frozen, wondering why he initially wanted to reach out and grab your ass. Once the shock of it all disappeared, he glimpsed the smug yet masked look of innocence in your expression. He noted that he would punish you for it once you uttered your consent.

Reaching under the sink beside you, he pulled out a spray and twirled the bottle around his pointer finger. "Maybe I want to get you drunk first and see what you can actually do."

You raised an eyebrow, as if you suspected that was what his retort would be. "That's why I asked you out for drinks."

"Clever," he spoke aloud, followed by the squeak of the disinfectant bottle.

The faucet began to trickle with hot water once you turned it on. Comfortable silence filled the usually quaint apartment as you scrubbed the dishes, taking note of where Gojo stored items in the cupboards, how he cleaned, his preferences.

Despicable. You cursed yourself. What the hell were you trying to do? You were no housewife. You had a degree, a business, no need for a man in your life. Yet you still finished washing the dishes and set them aside to dry. This was the last night you would spend in his space. You didn't know his intentions, whether he would be grateful for your contribution or not. But the fact was that you had done it without asking. As if it was normal.

You knew you didn't owe him anything. The notion of repayment hadn't even crossed your mind. You weren't doing it to impress him, or to give thanks. So why?

The hairs on the back of your neck shot up, a chilling realization zipping down your spine.

Gojo was already making you feel safe. What he had accomplished was your security. A promise made that hadn't been broken.

Wiping your hands dry with the dish towel, you turned to find him waiting, leaning against the kitchen island. "Thank you," he said. "You didn't have to."

"You didn't have to make me breakfast either." You stared back intensely.

"Is that a big deal?"

You looked away. "Maybe."

"It doesn't matter what I want from you, Y/N." He set his elbow against the countertop. "The choice will always be yours."

"What do you want from me?"

Gojo shrugged, not like he didn't know, but he wasn't willing to admit it. "I don't know."

"Don't lie to me." Your tone was firm, a challenge.

"What you're willing to give." The sincerity in his tone was apparent.

"I've already promised you my entire day. So what do you think we should do first?"

"A tour of the campus of course," He chuckled. "Yuji wants some alone time with you."

"And what after?" You raised an eyebrow.

"I said I would take you out, didn't I?"

"Is that a date?"

"Oh!" He threw his head back with laughter, elongating it on purpose. "That's what you want it to be, huh Y/N?"

You chucked the dishtowel at his face, but he caught it before it could make contact. Gojo began to fold it, delaying his retort to make you overthink and squirm.

Then, he nodded toward his bedroom, where all your current possessions unfortunately resided. "Go make yourself feel prettier than you already are."

Your stomach flipped. But you still refused to move without an obvious answer.

Gojo smirked. "You have twenty minutes."

You wouldn't find out until weeks later that Gojo had instinctively turned his infinity off to hold your hand, be close to you, and touch you—without realizing it himself.

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It took you a bit longer than twenty minutes to feel satisfied, but Gojo hadn't commented on it. You would emerge breathtaking either way.

Now, you were gazing at a well-kept traditional sports stadium, your purse hanging loosely off your shoulder, Gojo standing far too close on the other side. There were multiple students in uniform sparring in the middle of the field; the only one you recognized to be Yuji. Whether or not you suspected or wanted him to be fighting so intensely with his fists, he was. The other students were just as determined.

It made you nervous, but it was admirable. Attendance was small, but they were close-knit. That mattered: if they complemented each other, if they could work together, if they could make a difference.

"Are you the only teacher?" You asked, adjusting your strap higher up on your shoulder, eyes entranced by the multiple forms of cursed energy erupting in front of you.

"No," Gojo replied. "Others specialize in different studies, but I'm the main guardian if I'm present."

"Where would you be?"

"Wherever I'm needed," he chuckled. "Which is more often than I'd like."

"So you really are the strongest?" You pried, gaze still focused ahead. You had assumptions from your gut feeling, but half were based on what you had picked up from Gojo and Yuji. Excitement bubbled inside you from what you could learn from the other students and staff you still had to meet.

"And how did you come to that conclusion?" The sorcerer tilted his head down at you, arms crossed.

It was bold, but you pushed your finger into his chest, on the exact spot that you could hear the rhythmic beating of his heart. You didn't have to say anything, and Gojo didn't need to ask.

A vixen you were. Gojo wondered if you realized, to a curse user or ordinary person. You used every piece of information you learned to further your knowledge. It was funny, because you had pretended to know nothing at first. Every second he spent with you disproved his initial assumptions.

The two of you had gone unnoticed for over ten minutes. You preferred it that way and were satisfied, curiosity invading your thoughts of the places you still were yet to see.

Then, you thought about what you'd seen before bumping into Gojo yesterday. "Show me the gardens."

"How did you know?"

"The map is pretty straightforward." You shrugged. All the trails were documented, even if the meaning was absent. But there was a small cemetery past the onterage of blossoms and foliage. It did not matter what part of the mystery was calling out to you. You would find it.

"It was where we met." Your tone was delicate, not too forceful or too soft. There was a heartfelt emotion behind it, and Gojo was unsure how to analyze it. "There was a discrete trail. If you hadn't stopped me, thats where I would have gone."

Trying to think of a reply, Gojo watched you raise your hand and enthusiastically wave. The students had noticed your presence. Yuji seemed particularly happy to see you, the call of your name echoing throughout the stadium.

"I promise it's nothing special." Gojo seemed dumbfounded, not because you were wrong, but because he hadn't remembered the landscape of where he first saw you. The campus was blind to him. Most of his life and memories were rooted there, and nothing seemed extraordinary to him anymore. But when he saw you, it was as if he'd seen the world and all of its entirety again. Nothing else mattered more, and that's why his soul was searching for a more straightforward answer, unclouded by the distraction of your perfection. Were you part of the answer?

For almost a decade, Gojo had walked through life believing he had figured it all out.

"Special or not." You glanced up at him. "It's part of the tour," you teased before descending the bleacher steps.

Itadori raced over to you before you even reached the grass. "How are you big sis?" He asked, arms reaching out like he wanted to hug you.

"Cm'here," You giggled, pulling him into an embrace before he could retreat. You ruffled up his hair for good measure, eyes softening at the content smile he shot you before turning to his curious peers.

“This is my sister, Y/N Itadori.” Yuji grinned, bending down with his arms like he was presenting you to an auction crowd. A boy with fluffy black hair and a cute girl with a bob stared back at you, clearly annoyed with Yuji's overreaction.

"That's your sister?" The boy blinked in disbelief.

"No way you're related!" The girl also seemed dumbstruck. "She's too pretty to be related to a rat!"

"Hey!" Yuji pouted.

Unsure of how to reply, you glanced nervously at Gojo.

But, of course, he would only participate. That much you had learned about him. "Right? Shouldn't she be a model?"

"And Yuji would be like… the…" The girl tapped her finger against her cheek, deep in thought.

"Don't say, manager." The boy grumbled. "He's not smart enough for that."

"You guys suck." Yuji deflated, etching a laugh out of the girl. It all seemed to be good fun. You later learned their names as Megumi and Nobara, the only two students in Yuji's freshmen class.

After a passing introduction, all three of them started to bombard you with questions.

"How long are you staying?" Yuji asked enthusiastically.

"Is Gojo going to train you then?"

"What can you do?"

"A few things." You shrugged. "Nothing with crazy combat… more on the sidelines."

"Like?" Megumi asked, his interest finally piqued.

Nervously, you itched at your neck. You didn't know how to explain it or make it sound cool to a group of teenagers who were far more capable than you. "If it makes sense, I can see souls. Well, the color of them..."

"She can also see the future," Gojo added lowly.

"What color am I?" Nobara jumped up and down, Gojo's comment flying past her head.

"She said mine was sunset orange!" Yuji boasted. "How cool is that?"

"Megumi's is probably poop brown." Nobara pointed at him and cackled mischievously.

Once the laughter died down, Megumi made the mistake of locking eyes with you. In turn, you gained access. He was more challenging to get through, no regular human boy, a sorcerer with enough training to fortify barriers, but weak enough for you to slip by.

A roaring ocean at dusk, low hanging clouds that threatened to release at any moment. But there was another layer behind the grey—a yellow warmth that promised to kiss the dark ocean and reveal the blue beauty once again.

"Midnight blue." Your eyes softened, understanding the reasonings behind his aloof and perceivingly cold demeanor. The lack of affection for those he cared about and how it would be misconstrued.

Everyone turned their attention to you. How did that even make sense?

But when they glanced back to Megumi, it was a precise explanation and more. He somewhat pouted from the attention but did not seem to disagree with you.

"Me next!" Nobara pleaded, still unsure how you were doing it but staring at you with the same curiosity as the others.

Looking into her eyes, you saw shades of reds and pinks, blending together with a spunky uniqueness you hadn't seen in anyone else before. Confidence and neon signs, a shade of mature lipstick, and high heels that clicked down obsidian tiles of luxury brand stores. But there was more than that; you saw tulips and kimonos of the same shade, dripping blood with unruly power. A sarcastic yet loyal type of love.

It made you simper. "Rogue pink." You pointed to your cheeks and gestured at her to do the same. The makeup was light but placed delicately on her cheeks, rosy enough but feisty.

"That's definitely you." Yuji nodded at Nobara. "You should see her room."

The young girl seemed satisfied, slightly shocked at how you guessed her favorite color. But she smirked at you, and you smiled back—both of you smitten about something the boys wouldn't understand.

"Okay!' Gojo clapped his hands together. "Introductions are complete! Get back to work before you start boring poor Y/N."

"It wasn't boring," you assured. "But he's right, it seems like you all have a lot to prepare for. Especially you, Yuji."

"Noooo!" Yuji deflated. "Can't she stay and watch?"

"Even better, she'll be training with us tomorrow!"

"What!?" All four of you asked in unison.

Tomorrow? Did you even want to? Hardly anything had been discussed yet or adequately planned. You still had people to meet and responsibilities to sort out. Before you could even ask another question, or fathom why you needed to begin so early, Gojo started speaking again.

"Fine," he threw his head back in a defeated sigh. "I'll give her three days to settle in!"

"You're ridiculous," Nobara huffed.

Clearly, that much was obvious. But there were things you and Gojo knew that the students did not, and you would rather have him act oblivious and lighthearted around them in the meantime. Especially as you pieced your future together.

Even if you were skeptical and fearful, you agreed to stay. The knowledge that you would come to know never promised to be easy. In fact, Gojo warned you of the dangers. It was all for Yuji in the end. And you were desperate to help him keep that innocence and happiness in his eyes.

"I have to finish giving her a tour of campus." Gojo held his arm out for you.

You took his arm, much to the surprise of the students. It was all to act unbothered by what lay in your uncertain future. Those scribbled prophecies could only reveal so much of the present.

"I'll catch up with you tomorrow, okay Yuji?" You smiled. "There's some things I have to sort through first."

"Adult duties!" Gojo cheered beside you, tugging you away. "Of course Gojo sensei can help with whatever Y/N desires!"

"I don't want to know what that means," Megumi grumbled to Yuji and Nobara as they all watched you walk away, disgustingly joyful to be so close to Gojo.

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Shopping bags weighed you down, the plastic handles digging into your skin. Gojo was struggling with triple the weight, yet the smile on his face remained. He was able to purchase everything you needed to remain comfortable. It wasn't much, but he bought everything you gained the courage to ask for.

And it was not even 9pm.

"Still on for drinks?" Gojo asked as you both dumped the bags on your new bed. A chuckle left your lips as you unpacked some of the amenities you desperately needed. The apartment was reasonably spacious, equipped with a bedroom and bathroom. Nothing special, but it was enough.

It was more than you needed, the equivalent of the motel room you'd been desperate to return to only a day before. But this time, you were protected.

Biting down on your lip, you thought about your apartment back in the city. That was where you were most comfortable. Would you be comfortable here? Enough to stay?

It was for Yuji. You told yourself, then turned to face Gojo. "Is there a place close by?"

"I can actually take you anywhere in the world." He said with a surprisingly serious tone. There was an invitation in it, asking where you would want to go if you could. But it was also just the truth, and the innuendo excited you in both ways. "But I would prefer to stay close, traveling that far makes me sleepy sometimes."

"And you want to stay up with me, huh?" You teased.

"How'd you know you?" His mouth dropped open.

You threw a new sweater at him, huffing in annoyance at his over-exaggeration. "Yes, we can go then."

"I guess we'll see if you can outdrink me?" He smirked.

"Once you start answering my questions I'll know that's when you had enough," you snickered.

"Hmmm…" Gojo pursed his lips. "Not when I let you you take off my blindfold?"

You immediately flushed. "I wouldn't do that!"

"I believe you," he said with a chuckle. "But I don't believe you can out drink me… you're too weak."

He lowered his face to yours to get a better look as if he were studying you. It really wasn't fair that you couldn't see his eyes. “And short… and…”

"What?" You scoffed.

"Beautiful," he whispered.

Your breath hitched in your throat, and so did any attempt at a rebuttal. The teasing always quickly turned into compliments, and there was no denying that you didn't mind. How was he able to make you speechless for a second time that day?

"Beautiful girls don't drink a lot of alcohol," he said sarcastically. "So it's looking like I'll win."

He switched so fast, but you saw his hesitation, his preference to make the moment stretch just a little longer. The way his lips parted, the way you looked at his lips that were only inches away.

Had you wanted him to kiss you?

"Let me change quick!" You tittered. "Then we can be on our way."

Satisfied to see how evidently flustered you were by his proximity, Gojo pulled his head back and stepped away from you. "Alright, go ahead," he said, but he didn't move.

"Outside the room." You glared.

"Maybe next time," he sighed but then started laughing. You rolled your eyes and pushed him out of your room. Under the fabric of his uniform, you could feel the hard muscles of his back. He was solid and heavy, and you knew you could only push him because he allowed it.

Once the door closed, you leaned against the back of it and exhaled. Irritatingly enough, your face was consumed with a grin. Gojo had called you beautiful.

The way he said it, too, caused your cheeks to remain hot. Were you that easy to impress?

No… no man had ever caught your eye the way he had.

Maybe you'd find some answers at the bar, where you could loosen up. Maybe with a bit of liquor in him, he could open up.

#gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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yuna542 · 11 months

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Connected (OT8 x Reader)

Part 18<-

Part 19

Pairing: Han x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: 18+, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, Fighting

Word Count: 3k

Note: Finally a new Part. Hope you like it and I‘m really sorry that you have to wait for new updates. But I want to write things I‘m confident with and that takes some time. <3 You remember that Video of Felix sitting on Hannies legs? Got inspired ;)

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

"I don't wear panties, you know."

Jisung's wide eyes, pouted mouth, and frozen look on his face was pure gold as you leaned down and whispered in his ear. You didn't know what had made you do it, but you had been so restless since this morning and an excited tingle had been spreading through your stomach all day. The boys made you unsettled, especially living with them. Seeing Chan‘s firm stomach, while he walked around the dorm almost naked every day, or Changbin‘s sweaty body when he came back from working out, Felix morning face, with those big glasses or Jeongins puffy cheeks after showering. All that was too much to handle the whole day, without being able to release some steam. The schedule for all of you were extremely time and energy consuming, which meant you hardly had any time together. It sucked but the preparation for the comeback would soon be over.

Then Jisung started to tease you in front of the whole crew of the Studio Choom Channel. The kids recorded the performance video for the title song today. It was a strong song and you were sure it would hit the fans like a wrecking ball, despite its unusual emotional depth and extreme mixed genres.

The Kids all looked fantastic. The new hair colors looked great on them, and you were especially taken with Han today. Probably because he wouldn't stop teasing you. He was clingy, kept pulling you back by the hand when you whizzed past him, called your name loudly to embarrass you in front of the film crew, and kept stealing little things you needed to work through your checklist. To sum it up: He was getting on your nerves big time with his outrageously handsome face.

While the guys all had enough to do themselves with makeup, outfits and rehearsals, Han seemed to calmly devote his attention only to you. You were already hurrying across the set again, where the lights were set up, and urgently needed to write down the number of one of the new stylists to hire him for the next time as well.

Thanks to him, the outfit selection had gone quickly and smoothly.

You patted down the pockets in your dress and then your bag, but you couldn't find anything there either.

"Jinnie have you seen my pen?", you asked stressed, but he just shook his head:

"Sorry, princess."

Then he proceeded to throw cheeseballs at I.N.

Chan and Felix were sitting in makeup getting made up while Seungmin and Minho were already in front of the camera getting their positions set. Just as you walked past Han, who was lounging in a chair, you wanted to scream out loud at his grin.

"Looking for something?", he asked in an innocent voice, tilting his head so that he could almost rest it against the back of the chair.

Annoyed, you took a deep breath and approached him.

"Where is it? Ji give it to me!", you snapped at him and he just grinned broadly.

"I don't know what you're talking about, sweetie. But when you're mad, you look really hot."

"Stop playing games!"

He chuckled and you wanted to be angry at him so bad, to get that stress off your chest, but he looked at you with so much joy in his shining eyes that you just couldn't do it.

"You... Just wait!", you muttered and your fighting spirit was gradually awakened. That's how it always went between you two. Everything was a game by now and the other was trying to win at any cost. If you weren't so competitive, you might have admitted that playing games with Jisung was fun and you even liked it a little when he annoyed you.

You leaned down towards him and began to scan his upper body with your hands. Irritated, he raised his arms and let you slide your fingers into each pocket and fold of his clothes. But there was nothing there. When you lifted your gaze, his face suddenly hovered directly in front of yours. Your hands were firmly at his stomach, and as the corners of his mouth slowly lifted, you drew your eyebrows together.

"Go ahead and keep looking! Maybe it's hidden in my pants. You should search there."

His suggestive tone of voice was unmistakable.

Shaking your head, you couldn't hide the smirk at his audacity. Slowly you let your hands wander into his lap and braced yourself against his thigh, arching your back a little. The red accent in his hair made him look even bolder, and today mischievousness shone in his eyes to a whole new extent.

"Isn't Minho playing with you today, or why are you so needy for my attention?", you asked provocatively, and immediately his eyes darted to your lips.

It would be way to easy to overcome the minimal distance for him to kiss you and you loved to stir him up like that.

You squeezed his thigh lightly and as if by itself he looked into your cleavage next.

"I'd much rather play with you. You have better arguments", he shot back, clearly alluding to what he hoped to catch a glimpse of under your dress. Now the corners of your mouth lifted as well, and you got an urge to take it to the extreme to see who would give up first.

"Tell me where my pen is now or you'll never see a glimpse of those arguments again, Ji!", you muttered dangerously, digging your fingernails into his leg until he hissed.

Then he nodded behind you.

"There it is..."

You followed his gaze and rolled your eyes directly. Of course, the pen was lying on the floor right in front of his chair. He must have thrown it there before you got to him.

You pushed yourself away from him and understood his plan too late. It was only when you bent down to pick up the pencil that finally the penny dropped. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Jisung with his hands clasped behind his head, leaning back in his chair and enjoying the view of your butt peeking out from under your dress.

From the satisfied look on his face, you knew his plan had worked. You stood up and as you walked by, you murmured to him:

"You can only lose this game, dickhead."

Jeongin looked confused at you two, but Minho only shook his head at him and gestured for him to say nothing. He was already used to your bickering and knew it was better not to interfere. There was always that weird sexual tension which everybody left speechless.

Finally, you had unceremoniously disappeared into the bathroom as the boys were busy shooting the first part of the choreography. You slipped out of your pink lace panties and crumpled them up in your hand.

When you came back, the guys sat together in a little break where makeup and hair were touched up.

Seemingly by chance, you sat down next to Han, who was talking to the director. He advised him to stand at a different angle to the camera for his part, and Han nodded vehemently. Under the table, you apparently randomly brushed Han's thigh with your leg and smiled to yourself as he stiffened next to you.

"I don't wear panties, you know", you whispered to him at a moment when the Director across the table was talking to Chan. Han's mouth opened and closed like a fish and he had obviously forgotten everything the Director had said to him.

If he gave you a hard time at work, so could you.

His gaze was glued to your lap and he inevitably imagined you wearing nothing else under that skimpy black dress.

"You're bluffing", he finally whispered, slowly lifting his gaze to look you in the eye.

You crossed your legs and returned his gaze with such intensity that it gave him goosebumps.

You closed your elegant fingers around his hand under the table and with the other hand you put your lace panties in his palm before you just stood up and disappeared. Just as the director turned back to address him, Jisung stared down at his hand where the piece of thin fabric now lay. You saw him snap out of his daze at the third repetition of his name, and he quickly slipped your underpants into his pocket.

You had won this round, that was clear.

Self-satisfied, you watched him give you warning looks as soon as he was back on the set. For the rest of the shoot, he never had a chance to talk to you. There was always someone around who could listen and so he was forced to watch you with the knowledge of your bare cunt, when you were squeezing your knees together while sitting down or adjusting your dress.

It drove him crazy. He wanted to rip the dress off your body and risk a glimpse of your naked middle, to finally get that temptation out of his head. That only he knew and couldn't tell anybody made it so much worse.

After hours of dancing and tons of repetition, he dropped loudly onto the couch. A small seating area had been set up next to the set so the guys could take a break there and watch the footage.

Felix and Jeongin sat on the second couch while Chan and Hyunjin watched the choreography on the screens to judge if they were happy with it. Your feet were already hurting from the long day, and even the walk to pick up the coffee you ordered felt like an eternity.

But now you were walking around distributing the orders among the guys and the staff. When you were about to give one of the last coffees to Felix, Jisung looked up from the sofa with wide eyes. You could see exactly how much the whole thing kept him busy and that he had your panties in his pocket the whole time, even during the shoot, didn't let him rest for a second.

You handed Felix the only milkshake and he smiled brightly at you.

Seungmin leaned back on an armchair with a tissue stuck to his forehead so his makeup wouldn't be ruined by the sweat. Changbin sat at the other end of the sofa with closed eyes, so there was a gap between him and Han.

"You could have sent someone to get the coffee", said Minho, sitting in an armchair and propping his elbows on his knees, the coffee between his hands.

"Yes. But no one but me can remember your confusing extra requests", you said with amusement, taking the last cup from the cardboard box.

"That's why we love you", Jeongin sighed, exhaling with relish as he took a sip from his cup.

"Come here and I'll thank you appropriately!", flirted Changbin suddenly awake again, winking charmingly at you. He stroked one hand up your thigh to the hem of your skirt.

"Stop that, Bin!”, you breathed with a laugh and quickly jumped on before anyone saw how red your cheeks were getting just because of his touch. You ran over to Han and handed him his iced Americano.

"Does it have cream in it?", he asked just to annoy you, and you coolly returned his gaze. Of course, he had to keep provoking.

You withdrew your hand just as he was about to grab it, opened the lid and took a big gulp.

"Yes... Yes there's cream in it," you said, continuing to deny him the cup.

He tried to reach for it, but you held it a little higher so he couldn't reach it from a sitting position.

"What's the matter, Hannie? Do you need caffeine to get back on your feet?", you asked with a sweet undertone, like you were talking to a puppy and the others watched you intently. Han pouted and fell back on the couch. His legs were apparently barely cooperating. After hours of dancing, it was no wonder.

"Give me that! Please! I need this. My legs hurt like hell."

You looked down at him and considered teasing him further for a moment, but he looked really exhausted. So you sighed and gave him the cup. Hastily he started to drink a big gulp. Coffee was really like gasoline for the kids. It only took one full cup and they were working again.

But you were also done so you wanted to sit down between him and Changbin. It was the only empty seat and your feet were screaming for a break.

Jisung realized this as he put his coffee down on the floor. He was faster than you and spun to put his legs across the couch. Uncomprehending, you stared at him and he just looked back with an innocent face.

"What are you doing?", you asked, and he clasped his hands behind his head.

He widened his eyes on purpose and grinned in amusement, to mock you. With a snort, you simply turned around and dropped onto his thighs. Immediately his upper body shot up and a tortured cry escaped him as your entire weight abruptly landed on his already exhausted thighs.

But you made no move to get up and his whining quickly turned to a frown as you slid around a bit on his legs to get comfortable.

"What?", you snapped at him as he just glared at you.

"Do that again!", he urged you, and you looked down at his legs in wonder. His thighs under yours felt tense and you could feel the fabric of his pants right against your bare core. Slowly you moved your pelvis back and forth and an overwhelmed moan escaped him.

"Oh. That feels good!"

The pressure you applied to his tense muscles with your legs was more than pleasurable for him and his head fell back into his neck.

"Does that massage you? Does that really help?", you asked in wonder, moving a little harder as you braced yourself against the back of the sofa behind you. Another loud gasp escaped him and he clasped your thigh with both hands.

"Yeah... That's good. It feels good", he sighed and you had to grin as his fingernails dug into your inner thigh as soon as you put more pressure with your left thigh on his bulge. Suddenly he opened his eyes and your gazes met. Now he felt your exposed cunt right up against his thigh and the friction of your bare skin right on his length, sent heat racing between his legs.

"Wha... Hold still!", he breathed suffocated.

He grabbed your thigh so tightly you couldn't move and pressed it against the growing hardness between his legs. That had been far too easy.

His hands were so tense against your thighs that his veins stood out, and the silver rings he wore pressed cool against your skin.

A choking gasp escaped him that you had only heard so far when he had fucked you as you rolled your hips harder against his lap.

At that point, Hyunjin cleared his throat loudly and glancing over at him, you noticed the cameraman shooting the Making-Off for the Stray Kids channel much too late.

Had he been recording all of this? Han also cleared his throat softly and his cramped fingers would definitely leave marks on your skin. So you leaned back, seeming relaxed, and had to grin into yourself when you felt the outline of his hard dick pressed against the underside of your thigh.

"Are you okay, Ji?", you asked in the most innocent tone of voice that had ever crossed your lips, and he just glared at you with clenched teeth. His face was fiery red by now, even though he tried to look unbothered.

You started a casual conversation with Jeongin and Seungmin until the cameraman lost interest and Chan started talking to the camera. Han was never so quiet in his life.

Not long after, he excused himself and disappeared.

You didn't meet him again until you were in the car half an hour later. The shoot was finished and you could finally go home. So you had the afternoon free.

In the car you felt Jisung's piercing gaze on you and that could only mean one thing:

He would pay you back.

At the dorm, you had just set a foot over the threshold when Han pushed past you and jumped into the hallway, making you almost loose your balance.

"Why are you so annoying?", you snapped at him, and he stepped so close to you that you had to tilt your head back to look him in the eye.

He bent down and grinned meanly while one hand gripped your ass and the other held your waist tightly.

"I love it when you look at me like that", he teased, squeezing your flesh until you hissed and pushed him away by his chest.

"Can you just shut up for five minutes, Ji?"

The others watched you silently as they slipped out of their shoes. Despite the apparent argument, there was so much tension in the air between you that it almost seemed like you were having fun with it. The others just waited for you to pounce on each other.

"Just ask nicely. You know I love it when you beg."

"I liked you better with your head between my legs. At least you were quiet then."

Felix almost tripped over Jeongin, who froze and put both hands to his mouth. Changbin snorted loudly and Hyunjin grabbed Chan's arm to stop himself from bursting out with laughter, exactly like Chan who looked at you with disbelieving eyes.

"Shots fired!", laughed Seungmin and Minho patted Han's shoulder as he walked by, as if to comfort him. Ji looked at you speechlessly as well, but instead of countering, the corners of his mouth lifted ever so slowly.

You were just able to kick off your shoes before he grabbed your arm and dragged you into his room.

Behind him, the door flew shut with a loud bang and before you could take a breath, he pressed his lips to yours.

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cricketnationrise · 3 months

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hiii cricket been eating up your recent fics (and literally all the ones before that, too)

here’s a fic ask!!

8:30 pm, the brownstone

hen and alex

“and you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me, and at every table i’ll save you a seat, lover” 💕

rating: M or E

thanks sm cricket ❤️❤️❤️

oooh very nice prompt. i'll admit this could have gone in a few different directions and then i thought of the joke at the beginning and it, er, devolved from there. anyway its definitely E so enjoy! 💜🦗

read the rest of the ficlets here

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8:30pm, the brownstone

“…then the donor said something about riding ‘requiring the right equipment,’” Henry giggles, warm from the bottle of wine they’re splitting.

“Oh my god,” Alex sniggers.

“And it truly took every ounce of self control not to say ‘if homegrown isn’t available, store bought is just fine.’”

They both lose it completely as Henry chokes the words out. His cheeks hurt from grinning all evening, and now his stomach is cramping and he can barely breathe. Alex is clearly in the same boat if the tears in the corners of his eyes are any indication.

It’s a perfect evening. Alex got a fantastic mark on a paper and Henry submitted his manuscript ahead of the deadline. They don’t have anywhere to be until Monday and the reality of a free weekend, just the two of them, spools out tantalizingly in front of them. A flurry of exclamation marks and unhinged GIFs bounced between their phones all day as they planned this long-delayed night in. It’s everything Henry has been missing the past few weeks; their shared wine, dinner, and laughter a balm to his soul.

Alex gets a hold of himself first, barely.

“Holy shit, baby, that’s incredible,” he wheezes. “A dick joke slash sex toy meme spin, I’m so fucking proud.”

“You’re a demonic influence, of course you’re proud.”

“Hey, you were at least sixty percent of the way there before me, Mr. Oxford-Slut-Phase.”

“That’s Prince Oxford-Slut-Phase to you.”

“Of course, my mistake, Your Majesty.” Alex beams at him and Henry, as always, melts a little. He’s trying to convince his legs to maintain their structural integrity when Alex speaks again.

“We could mix and match tonight, if you wanted.” Henry tips his head to the side in confusion. The heat building in Alex’s gaze makes him want to be pinned to the couch cushions. Or do the pinning, he’s not feeling particularly picky about how he gets his hands on Alex this evening.

“We have both homegrown and store-bought equipment available,” Alex says pointedly. “Wanna use both in me tonight?”

A flash of heat runs down Henry’s spine. “Bedroom. Now.”

A mad dash up the stairs, a flurry of clothes tossed every which way, a reverent kiss to Alex’s wrists—just above the leather cuffs Henry buckled him into and attached to their headboard—and Henry is straddling Alex’s thighs.

“So gorgeous like this, love.”

“Henry, fuck just touch me, please.”

“Begging already? Interesting.”

Alex’s retort is cut off with a pleased gasp when Henry gets his mouth on Alex without so much as a warning. Henry practically worships Alex with his lips and tongue and—occasionally, delicately—teeth. He moves from Alex’s cock to his rim, before practically burying his face is Alex’s arse. It’s been so long since they’ve had time for more than hurried hand jobs in the shower and Henry has missed this. Missed how worked up Alex gets, how desperate he is when he’s not allowed to touch while Henry fucks him with his tongue.

Henry gets his fingers slicked up without moving his mouth, and then slips two into Alex alongside his tongue. Alex shouts when Henry crooks his fingers, begging a multitude of saints and Henry—always Henry—to make him come, to take pity, for more.

“How can I resist when you beg so nicely?” Henry says as he sits up, reaching for their favorite toy with the hand not knuckle-deep in Alex. They picked it out together, browsing the site Pez recommended to Henry back when they were still in uni. It’s a deep purple, about Henry’s size, but with a wicked curve that never fails to make a mess of them both. Alex whimpers when Henry adds a third finger and spreads them out, but he does his best to work his hips and take more and Henry knows he’s ready. He covers the dildo with lube and rests the head on Alex’s rim.

“Baby, c’mon, I need it,” Alex pants—and who is Henry to deny him anything?

“Remember to breathe,” is all he says before pulling his fingers out and swiftly pushing the toy into Alex all the way to the hilt in one movement. Alex moans, low and long and the inevitable spike of pride that Henry is the one making Alex feel so good hits Henry like lightning. He fucks the toy in and out of Alex a few times—delighting in the sweat gathering at Alex’s temples and hairline—before thrusting it all the way and holding it there.

“You’re going to be good and keep this inside.”

It’s not a question, but Alex answers anyway. “Yeah, fuck, I want it—”

“Because if it slips out of you, I’ll stop.” Henry gives it a twist, so the curved end hits Alex’s prostate, with a devious smirk.

Alex makes a noise like he’s been punched in the stomach, but he nods, eyes wide. “I’ll be good, promise.”

“Excellent. Now open that pretty mouth for me.”

Alex does, gaze eager, as Henry shuffles up the bed and settles close, his cock brushing Alex’s bottom lip. Henry’s the one to groan this time as he pushes his cock into Alex’s mouth. He’s got one hand on the headboard and the other cradling the back of Alex’s head, threaded through his curls. He can’t look away from the sight of Alex’s lips stretching obscenely around him, from the flutter of Alex’s—

“Fucking eyelashes.”

Alex hums around him and Henry’s gone, tugging Alex off his cock by the hair so he can come across his mouth and neck, his release coating stubble and chain alike.

“H, Hen—can I—need to come.” Alex’s voice is utterly wrecked and if Henry hadn’t just come he would be now.

“Just a moment.” Henry clambers off Alex, and stretches out at his side. He reaches a hand down and grasps the base of the dildo once again. “Alright,” he says, thrusting the toy, “Come for me.”

And Alex does.

#cricket writes #farrybarry #ficlet fest 500 #rwrb #rated E under the cut #henry pov

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Succession Preference: Tattooed Baby Sibling

Requested: Hi! Hope you are well! Idk if you're taking requests atm, feel free to ignore this if so! But I was thinking of a preference for The Roy Siblings. In which the reader would be their baby sibling, but they have A LOT of tattoos and maybe how the family reacts to them or or how they deal with that part of their sibling? - anon

A/N: I love this!!! I only have about 30, so idk if I qualify as tattooed person just yet lol, but picturing this is fantastic! Thank you for requesting my love!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Connor comes from a different generation. He's not used to seeing tattoos in the professional world. Knowing this, you keep yourself pretty covered until you can't. It's at Caroline's wedding you shed some layers, letting your skin show in the heat. He's taken aback. He knew you had a few, but you're covered now. You catch him staring, unsure of his emotions, ready to defend yourself like always: they won't stop you from getting a job, they're a freedom of expression and art, they make you feel more at home in your body, some are just funny and others far more sentimental, that it's your money and you can spend it however you want, etc. Instead though, he just gives you a small smile. "I like the one by your elbow, kiddo." He has a lot of questions, like what does it feel like to get them and why you gravitate towards them when others, like him, feel no need. He knows you get enough judgment from your mother and father. He's your biggest brother, he loves you no matter what.

Kendall doesn't really understand them. Like Connor, he has questions, though you're often reverting back to your childhood self when you answer them: totally defensive. You're busy showing them off to Kerry when you catch his attention. There are a few fresh ones, still raised and irritated. It makes his skin hurt just looking at it. You're completely covered now, working on filling in the gaps. He doesn't see the appeal. He thought, like most "phases", you'd grow out of it, but these things are permanent. Forever. It's a big commitment he could never make. What if he likes something today and hates it tomorrow? You assure him you've never felt that way, but if you ever do, it's something you liked once and that's enough. He makes some not so great remarks about professionalism and what happens when you get older, but they're all out of big brother concern. Eventually you tell him that they've never affected your ability to get a job and that they'll look cool just like they do now when you're older. End of discussion. He doesn't hate them, but he doesn't think they're great either, especially you being his baby sibling. He'll never approve.

Shiv has always wanted to get a matching tattoo with you. Something small, delicate, tasteful, probably on her ankle. You make plans for this, but it never happens. You can never agree on what you want. You urge her to hurry up since you're running out of space. She loves them, she thinks they're really cool and also a huge middle finger to your father. You're always eager to show her the newest ones. She wouldn't expect anything less from you. You've been drawing on yourself since you could hold a marker. Every time you came home from school covered in ink your father would order either one of your siblings or one of the nannies to scrub you til skin came off. He barked that this was unacceptable behavior, but it never stopped you from doing it again. Now look at you. She doesn't hold the same fears or beliefs as your brothers. She's under the belief that if it makes you happy, truly happy, and it doesn't kill Logan, then it's fine. Why should anyone try to stop you? It's a tattoo, that's all.

Roman is the least bothered by them. Why would he care? It's not his body. He calls Connor and Kendall old men for being so uptight about it. Does he make fun of you to no end about them? Of course. Oh no y/n, a Chipotle bag threw up all over you! Looks like you've still got some unused space right. . . there. Where's Waldo am I right? If I can find the end of the maze do I get a prize? He has a habit of poking fresh tattoos and feigning ignorance, too. How am I supposed to know what's new and what's not? He also loves to point out new ones to your mother and father, who both despise them. Oops, did I do that? He runs away before you can hit him. He understands, while also an aesthetic thing, it's about pain, too. There's something satisfying about the needle that you can't get anywhere else. That noise, the constant poking, the radiating ache. He gets it. You all have to do what you gotta do to get by. A need to go back, this inner wanting for the pain again. It's socially acceptable and you get permanent art to go along with it. Win-win.

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ask-the-royal-absol · 10 months

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*The bisharp bodyguards, Roy and Hershel, looked down at their Prime, refusing to budge. They couldn’t let the Prime go without saying what they needed to say.

Destino looked towards the Bisharps, annoyed at their sudden entrance. They noticed that the two had fresh wounds. Hershel with a nasty gash on his face and Roy missing an eye. Seems mother and father had inflicted some form of punishment to the both of them. Destino was quite thankful that they didn’t receive worse wounds. They knew the King and Queen could be quite brutal if they needed to be. Their attention was caught by Hope speaking.

“How are we going to get past them? I could always give them a nice double kick to knock them off their feet.” Hope was ready to fight. She’d knocked them out before, and she could certainly do it again. She was tired of this messing around. She just wanted to be out of here. Destino raised their paw.

Destino sauntered towards the two bisharps. It was going to be easy to convince them to move. Roy and Hershel both looked at each other and Herhsel stepped forward to meet the Prime.

“My Prime, I need you to-“

“Stop and take the prisoner back inside her cell? You know, I don’t think I really want to do that. I quite like doing my own thing and, as your Prime, I shouldn’t have you trying to stop me.”

“No, my Prime, we weren’t going to-“

“Hershel buddy, you don’t have to keep talking. I understand. You’re just doing your job. You’re doing a fine job. Top marks. But, we’re kinda on our way out of here. And you’re blocking the path.”

“My Prime-“

“Shhh, no more.”

Well, that was unexpected. Hershel had never raised his voice at Destino before. It was unheard of for someone of his standing to even consider shouting in that way at royalty. Destino stood in stunned silence for a bit. How dare he raise his voice at them?! Destino wasn’t going to get angry though. Instead, they chose to hear out what he had to say.

“Alright. What’s so important that you have to stop what we’re doing? We’re in a hurry so make it quick.”

A sigh of relief washed over Hershel. Thank goodness the Prime was more tolerant than their parents. He had to make this count. He knelt down, trying his best to meet the Prime’s eye level.

“Thank you my Prime. I shall make this quick as I know that you have a mighty journey ahead of you and the world to save.” He knew? Destino didn’t know how to feel about that. Were there other Pokémon down here that knew they had to save the world? Surely if the Bisharps knew of what they had to do, that would mean their parents did too? So many questions, but not enough time to get to the bottom of it. “My Prime, I have wanted to say this for the longest time. I have not been able to find an opportunity to tell you.” He placed both hands on Destino’s shoulders. Destino had to know. He didn’t know when he was going to see the Absol again so he knew he had to say it now.

“You surprise me everyday. You have many great qualities that will turn you into a fantastic ruler. Your confidence and your charm will prove to be useful tools. But you also have much to work on.” Wow, rude. What on earth would Destino have to work on? They were perfect. Perhaps they shouldn’t have let the Bisharp speak if he was going to insult them like that. “I know you will be able to surpass those negatives and become someone who the Pokémon can look up to. Someone who can inspire others. I see so much potential inside of you. I have enjoyed working alongside you, training you, helping you when I can. I know Roy certainly feels the same.”

Hershel turned his head towards his brother and his brother gave them both a thumbs up and a warm smile. Roy wasn’t much of a speaker. Destino didn’t think they’d ever heard him speak. But he knew his actions spoke louder than any words could. Memories of their time with the two Bisharps flooded their mind. The games of hide and seek they used to play. The training sessions they used to have with the pair. They may not have tried as hard as they could have done but the Bisharps persevered through. The times when Destino would tell them things they would never dream of telling their parents. The support Destino would get from the both of them.

These two Bisharps had been there for Destino their entire life and only just now did they realise how much they relied on the two. How on earth were they going to survive up there without them? They could barely survive down here without their guidance and support. In reality, they couldn’t do anything for themselves. How was they supposed to save the entire world?

Hershel looked straight into Destino’s eyes. He could see they were terrified deep down and hiding it behind their confident facade. Time to give them some words of encouragement. “I know this journey of yours is going to be difficult. I know it is going to be a huge step for you. I have never been up to the surface before but your parents have many times. From what I have been told, it really is not as bad as they have been making it out to be. You will do well up there. I feel you have the skills needed to survive and perhaps even convince the surface dwellers that dark types are not as bad as they fear.”

Hershel then did something that Destino would not have anticipated in a million years. The Bisharp wrapped his arms around them for a hug.

Destino had no words. No witty comebacks. No snide remarks. Instead, they wrapped their arms around Hershel, tightly embracing him.

There was only one thing that Destino could muster up. It came out as a soft whisper.

#pokemon ask blog #pokemon #pokemon askblog #pokemon oc #ask blog #ask the royal absol #destino the absol #chapter 3 #this is probably the best post I’ve ever made #so Destino has different emotions lol

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all-pacas · 1 month

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oh no i wrote a fanfic,

"Who," House says grandly as Cuddy approaches, "ever heard of a diagnostics fellowship?" He's sitting in the hall by the elevators, ready to pounce.

"Who ever heard of a diagostics department?" she retorts distractedly. She slows. "You're hiring a fellow. Maybe even two, if you can find that many. This is a teaching hospital."

House doesn't retort. She looks at him suspiciously and he twists his expression as if to suggest he has no idea what she's suspicious about. "Hire a fellow," she repeats. "That Treiber kid -"

"Don't like him. He's abrasive." House all but bats his eyes, the picture of innocence.

Cuddy shakes her head. "Fine. Sulk in the hallway. I have to go."

He doesn't argue. She hurries towards the arriving elevator. He watches as she tries to enter before the doors close. A blond kid sticks out his arm to block them, flashes a thousand perfectly white teeth at her when she says thanks.

Interesting.

"I would have thought you'd be all over this," Wilson says as they sit with their lunches.

"Why? Because of my warm and welcoming personality?" House leads them across the cafeteria, past several empty tables, before taking his seat.

"Because a fellowship gives you a minion," Wilson says fairly, taking a bite of his sandwich. "Paid to listen to you and obey your every command. I'd have thought that would appeal."

"What kind of man do you think I am?" House is staring over Wilson's shoulder with a certain intensity. He turns his head. A cluster of nurses chatting, a tired couple with all the earmarks of parents of a sick kid, a blond kid reviewing a thick sheaf of papers, the head of pediatrics eating a solitary lunch.

"What about that Johnson girl? She was..."

"Cute?" House snarks.

"Appealing," Wilson amends. "Sweet."

"She was an idiot. If I wanted eye candy, I could hire a hooker for half the price. There's an idea. How easy is it to fake a background check?"

"Great plan, until Bambi has to draw some blood. Or were you planning on finally using nurses?"

"I don't trust nurses." House keeps staring over Wilson's shoulder. The papers are too far away to read, but he can just make out the logo on the cover sheet. "Who does immigration paperwork in a hospital?" he asks.

"Come on," Wilson misunderstands, joking. "The least you could do is sort out Bambi's status before you hire her."

"You care about results," Trier says. "So do I. Facts and research. I would be an asset to this department."

He knows House isn't easily impressed. Won't respond well to fawning. He'd prepared for the interview, came in expecting power plays. But he wants this job. He deserves this job.

House flips a page in the rheumatology textbook he's examining. Trier tries not to fidget. "Classic power play," he blurts. "Read a book to show how little you care." House glances up. "I get it. I get you. I would be a tremendous help to you and your methods --"

"Oh," House says brightly. "Silly me. I thought I was hiring a fellow, not the other way around."

"You're brilliant. So am I. There's no need for either of us to fake modesty."

"Then what on earth could I possibly teach you?"

"Diagnostics," Trier says, slightly flustered.

House turns back to his book. "Did you know there are over a hundred possible symptoms of rheumatoid arthritis?" he asks, his voice dripping with false excitement. "Fascinating!"

House rides the elevator up and down for a solid half hour, his leg aching. Finally Dr. Thomas gets on, offering barely a nod to House's exaggerated smile. The door starts to close. House counts down from three... two...

"Hold the door!"

Dr. Thomas sticks out his arm, and the blond kid hurries onto the elevator, all smiles. "Thanks."

Thomas nods. The doors close. "You're Dr Thomas, aren't you?" the kid asks as the elevator starts to move. "Oh - I'm not a patient, don't worry." He smiles, sticks out his hand. "I'm interviewing for the surgical residency. Dr Cuddy spoke highly of you. Rob Chase. Fantastic to meet like this - we're due to interview next week?"

"Dr Chase. Of course." Thomas clearly has no idea who the kid is, but shakes his hand. The elevator dings.

"Nice to meet you," the kid says, oozing charm, as Thomas exits.

"Nice trick, Doogie," House says when the doors close. The kid jumps, noticing him for the first time. "Repetitive, though. Do you just hang out around the elevators waiting for your future bosses?"

The kid's neck colors, and he doesn't respond.

"Relax. I'm impressed. How'd you know who to corner?"

"There's photos on the hospital's website."

The elevator stops. "Follow me," House says, pushing past the kid. He obeys. "Fresh off the boat?"

"Been in the States a month."

"So you moved before you had a job? Immigration must love that. No wonder you've been trying to get that paperwork finished. Kids these days. So irresponsible. So rich."

"I've interviewed at Mercy. At Columbia."

"But you're lurking around here."

"I only got half through my surgical residency, and I like this place's program."

"So you're only half a surgeon?"

He turns on the kid, who stops short, uncertain. "Say," House asks. "Is my photo on the website?"

The kid recites obediently: "You're Dr. House. Head of diagnostics. Double specialty in -"

"Yeah, I know. You haven't been stalking me around the hospital."

"I'm surprised you noticed." For the first time, a little heat colors the kid's tone. "Maybe I didn't have to work to get your attention."

"Maybe I'm just a fan of your father's," House snarks back. The kid flushes red. At House's office, he hesitates until House waves him inside. "The way I see it, Dr. Chase's only son could get a job in any hospital down undah he wanted, no matter how mediocre his grades."

"My grades were fine --"

"And yet you moved to New Jersey and started sucking up to department heads in elevators," House finishes. He looks the kid over. His suit isn't fitted, his shirt wrinkled, and yet the kid looks like a model.

"New York, actually," he says.

"Hell of a commute."

"Is this a job interview, Dr. House?" The kid sits slowly in the chair across the desk.

"I'm not interested in hiring some asskissing pretty boy. Now, pretty girl --"

"Because I don't want the job," he continues. "I want to finish my residency."

"Why? You've already finished two. Overachiever?" House pulls a face. "Daddy issues?"

"No," he says, too quickly.

"Of course not. Who doesn't move halfway around the world to job hunt?" House mocks. The kid's obviously upset, but doesn't retort or argue back. Just sinks into his too-large suit. "Do you even have an interview with Thomas, or were you planning on kissing his ass until you got one?"

"I'll have one by the end of the week," the kid says defiantly. House smirks.

"Surgery and intensive care," he says. He turns to the counter behind him, picks up the kid's resume he'd had Cuddy procure. "You must love saving lives."

"I do," he says, eyeing the resume and the copy of his father's book House had strategically placed under the manilla folder.

"How sweet."

"I like them when they're dying," the kid says, leaning forward. "When you have a bleed and ten seconds to find it. When they crash and you don't know why and you have less than a minute to fix the problem."

"And that's why you're a perfect candidate for my fellowship?" House mocks.

"You tell me. You're courting me, aren't you?"

"Sudden attitude shift. Trying to appeal to the nearest authority figure by imitating his grizzled charm?"

"If I'd said I like saving lives because it makes me feel nice inside, would that have helped?" The kid tilts his head.

He skims the kid's file again. Looks up at him over the top of the folder, then tosses it down. "Have your dad call me."

"What?" he blinks.

"You want the job, I'd like a character reference."

"I have references."

"Yeah, but I'm such a fan of daddy. Shouldn't be a problem. Not like you fled England rather than live in his shadow or anything."

"Australia."

House waits. Finally the kid stands up. He offers his hand to House to shake. He doesn't take it.

Rowan Chase calls the next morning.

"I want to hire Bobby," House says, cornering Cuddy the next morning.

"Who?"

He passes her the manila envelope. Cuddy skims it and looks disapproving. "Dr. Chase is the new surgical resident. Dr. Thomas --"

House is already walking away.

He finds the kid in the central hall with two styrofoam cups. "Did the website have my coffee order, too?" he asks, saccharine.

"One's black and the other has milk and sugar. Did - did my father --" He blinks, losing his confidence.

House takes the black coffee. "God, I'm never going to have to talk to a patient again with an ass-kisser like you around." He grins. "See you Monday."

#no idea what i'm doing #never written for this before #something something adopting a grown child and watching him become you and only realizing too late that's a bad thing #they make me feral #my new house hyperfixation

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ourflagmeansgayrights · 8 months

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ofmd s2e3 rewatch where i pause to jot down my thoughts and other random shit

squeezing this one in riiiiight before the next two eps drop lol. anyway these posts are about me processing these episodes and if you want to read them then that's cool too. but fair warning this is gonna be a fucking mess.

s2e1, s2e2, s2e3, s2e4, s2e5, s2e6, s2e7, s2e8

show opens on zheng leading a raid and INTERESTINGLY ENOUGH. this might be the first time we've seen a raid where like. the background music is kinda moody. and what's odd is that it has like the same level of comedically over-the-top violence and characters just having a casual conversation as like, the e5 cold open. but there's sad piano and strings doing tremolo in the background. i have no idea what this means.

god. zheng is so fucking hot.

i love olu's "no, no, sorry, bruv." and the FACE HE MAKES AFTER!!! so good

olu's a feminist

ZHENG IS SO FUCKING HOT

~champers?~ stede you are such a dork. i need to pinch ur cheeks.

yeah fuck the english!!

zheng saying "everyone's cracking down on the little guy" makes me wonder if the show is gonna do anything abt how the end of the golden age of piracy was like. a year off. which i only know from reading a few fics where the authors incorporated that into the plot. and there was the one trailer where we see zheng in jackie's bar while stede's giving everyone a speech so yknow what that might be where all this is going. big pirate battle at the end of the season, right?

another thing ive been wondering abt tho is just how much is this show gonna completely fuck with history. because like. is zheng yi sao gonna conquer the fucking caribbean. are we just going completely off the rails re: historical accuracy and inventing entire major historical events?? like crocs and pinocchio and pirates from different historical periods all existing at the same time and in the same place is one thing but if the characters like. overthrow england. then ofmd just straight-up exists in an alternate timeline at that point.

stede "the gentleman pirate kills with kindness" bonnet being so impressed with zheng is so cute to me tho

fhsjkgdhfushl oh my god when zheng snaps her fingers and stede hurries to refill drinks the other captain guy grins and flashes finger guns at stede and this is SO fucking funny to me

zheng being like "noooo it's stupid teehee" tucking her hair behind her ears ALSO very funny to me

whose job was it to make the letter N out of caviar for the title card in this episode bc it looks fantastic. got little serifs and everything

stede taking his towel duties VERY seriously and just. dropping them on zheng's desk for no reason. even olu is like "stede what the fuck are you doing"

obsessed with the running gag of stede being like "i always say that!" and other characters being like "no you fucking dont"

stede having zero impulse control and seeing the abacus and just being like "hey what the hell is this thing" and shaking it around. me too, king.

i wont lie tho part of me wonders if stede like. going overboard with towel duty and messing shit up is on purpose. like is he playing dumb so zheng lets her guard down just in case he needs her to think he's completely helpless?? bc at the end of the episode he does get one over on her and i assume it's partly bc she underestimated him. or am i just reading too much into it lol.

but idk it's weird that olu's like "ok stede zheng is busy" and stede's just like "im gonna shake this thing now teehee"

WAIT ALSO backtracking a bit. why were stede and olu shadowing zheng at the beginning of the episode. i mean olu i get, it's bc she has a crush on him (who can blame her) but what's the in-universe justification for zheng being like "yeah alright white boy u can come too"

stede's gay little run out of the room. GO GET YOUR MAN!!!!

awww the crew all look so sad at how messed up the ship is :( THAT'S THEIR HOME!!!

I KNEW THE GNOSSIENNE NO. 5 WAS GONNA KILL ME WHEN IT SHOWED UP IN S2 BUT THIS WAS TOO FUCKING MUCH. THE WAY IT TRAILS OFF AND WE JUST HEAR THE WIND ECHOING. FUCKINGGGGG CLAWING AT MY EYES

i love that there's knife stuck in the painting guy's dick. stupid gags like that never get old. also if that was izzy it's extra funny like what the fuck did he even do that for

also have we ever actually seen the outside of the door to stede's cabin like this before??? we saw those dutch guys get chased down this hallway but idk about. the door.

the crew is too busy feasting on raw bird like they're extras in a zombie film to hear stede calling for ed. love that.

the two people that the camera focuses on individually are jim and izzy. makes sense bc these are the characters who i think are gonna have the most important shit going on re: the fact that they all tried to kill ed.

stede's painfully awkward smile after "um... hi." i mean honestly tho what the fuck else do you say to walking in on this

oh shit jim was totally about to tell stede what happened tho. and then archie interrupted with "oh shit, you're stede?????"

this must be so fucking funny from archie's perspective tho. must've heard so much abt this guy and now she finally gets to meet the main character of the story she stumbled into about a third of the way through. and he's kinda just some blond guy.

stede sounds so defensive too tho when archie's like "i thought you'd be taller, charismatic, muscly" bc god that's exactly what he thinks he should be. i mean ok stede is charismatic in a very unique way but his whole e1 fantasy of having a beard and being all macho and badass was just putting all his insecurities on blast. and now archie is like "this is the guy blackbeard was so fucked up over?? really????"

shoutout to archie saying "got tired" when theyre all saying ed retired

also why was wee john in this shot. like not even just in the shot he's just sitting RIGHT behind stede listening to the whole thing. he doesn't have a single line.

stede rolling his eyes and ignoring izzy is so good. yes king dont take the bait

oh ok wee john was there so that we can see frenchie go over to him and give him a fist bump in the background while stede walks away to stare off into the distance

eddie on tha beach

piggie!

cave! remember when we were all like "CAVE KISS???? ARE THEY GONNA KISS IN THE CAVE??????" it would be funny if this is it for the cave. just off in the distance for one shot. cant actually tell if this is the cave they were posting pictures of last fall tho and idrc enough to try and figure it out

pig's name is ruthie. ed why did your subconscious name the pig ruthie.

why did ed's subconscious make hornigold tell him "open up for the cargo ship" ed your daddy issues are fucking insane

hornigold fully like rubs ed's chest for a second there. kinda a weird choice there.

"last time i saw you, you said you were gonna flay my skin and feed it back to me" man what is it with these pirates and forced autocannibalism, huh? i think getting flayed would hurt more but skin's probably easier to eat than toes so idk which i'd prefer. no i dont know why im pondering this either

smthng abt how this is ed hallucinating this whole bit where hornigold pinches his nose and force-feeds him soup is so funny to me. it's a metaphor for ed dragging himself kicking and screaming to therapy.

frenchie telling fang to stfu scjgdfchjxgk

fucking incredible line delivery from joel fry through the whole "it's quite hot, im burnin up here! should we go and get some coolin' bevvies?" bit. love it.

uhh line break

also bro auntie is dead-on about the guilt. i dont blame the crew at all for what they did but this + the whole bird-eating sequence bro. they all liked ed. they cared abt him. other than archie, they all knew him as a pretty cool person. like BRO im gonna have to make another post abt this but the trauma of like, someone you liked becoming so suicidal that he puts you in increasingly miserable situations hoping you'll snap and kill him and he keeps escalating it until you have no choice but to kill him for your own safety. but you know he was a funny and chill person before this. and you know he only did this bc he wanted to die. dude this shit is fucking heavy.

anyway cut to jimolu lol

bro what IS going on in towels. i love how stede just passes around towels for smelling. is this something people have done literally ever or is this just so we can have chloroform towels at the end of the episode

sorry i know in the last post i was sort of squinting at the bit where olu forgot how to pronounce china but the was he mispronounces eucalyptus is just so satisfying to hear i cant even be mad abt it

awwwwgh u can tell jim was scared to tell olu abt kissing archie

lmaoooo when jim says "i saw her boobs" olu's head WHIPS around and he's like "oh??" all wide-eyed dbhjgkhdfyjsk

naw im sorry this is cute. this is a cute tealoranges scene. yes it's jim telling olu abt how they hooked up with someone else but bro i LOVE relationships with this kind of comfortable discussion abt sex and abt relationships in general. i mean there's a lot more for them to talk about still but in a worse show this wouldve been a whole screaming match. instead we got jim saying "you're kinda the best friend i tell everything to" and joking about boobs and UGH. it's so cute!!!!

it's also so fucking funny tho. "i saw her boobs" "oh?? okay, nice" "both of them" "nope, too much" WHY IS THAT WHERE HE DRAWS THE LINE HFKHSGJKFKKJFHK

also when did jim see archie's boobs tho. like ok realistically they've seen each other in varying stages of undress just bc it's not that big of a ship and there's only so much privacy. but the funnier answer is that after ed kicked them out of the secret room and a few minutes later a gunshot went off (who did the rest of the crew think pulled the trigger, i wonder) and they think izzy's dead probably. and then jim and archie decided this was a good time to hook up.

wait i forgot abt the nebulous amount of time between the mutiny and stede walking in on them all eating a dead bird. who fucking knows how much time that was tho. but they could've hooked up then i guess

GNOSSIENNE NO. 5 PART 2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO. IM SOBBING.

the song gets to play out more in this scene and ohhhh baby i missed this piano piece. also stede looks more annoyed than upset. he's just casually yoinking things out of the wall. and then he sees the ones on the ceiling and is like "really, ed?"

i think i said this in the tags of a gifset but izzy says "don't cry, bonnet" when stede's back is to him and i just think it's funny bc stede literally wasnt crying. he just looked kinda pissed off. izzy continues to not understand ed or stede even a little bit.

also i love how the music changes by just playing a minor chord and then there's like a spooky echo and then. no more background music.

i just realized izzy's crutch is literally just a mop he's holding upside down. this is funny to me for some reason

"he was a wild dog and we dealt with him like one" izzy hands racism moments

why does izzy even lie about this. why does he say "no i could never do that" when literally he did. he looked right at ed's face as jim hit it with a fucking cannonball. like. what fucking purpose does lying about this even serve. in what way does that benefit izzy. idgi

also ive heard that apparently ppl think he did this to spare stede or something but 1. why would he not want to specifically torture stede as much as possible 2. this is literally not sparing stede bc stede would spend the rest of his life scouring the entire caribbean hoping to find the island where they dropped ed.

RANDOM fucking idea tho but what if they did maroon him but it was on the island from 1x02. that wouldve been great for ed probably. get therapy from the old guy. have some coconut rum drink. chill out. oh well instead they shoved ed into a secret closet and left him there to die from a traumatic head injury.

hornigold calling ed "bro" was such a dead giveaway for me that this was a dream sequence or whatever. like from trailers and stuff i had already figured that this guy was hornigold and that he was probably a ghost or something but i think i mightve been questioning it a little bit at this point. but yeah anyway ed says "bro" and while obviously we dont know exactly what hornigold was like, he didnt sound like the kind of guy to say "bro"

i do love how hornigold's like "you worried you're insane?" and ed's just like "yeah a little bit!"

hornighost: you gotta move on or blow your brains out. or... we can make some soup. ed: yeah let's do soup.

wait stede told zheng that they marooned ed. and then zheng is like "well it's at least mutiny-adjacent" like no im pretty sure that's literally just a regular mutiny

bro rubio qian is so good at making faces

i love how ed's like "you ever thought about selling these shoes?" like who the fuck is hornigold going to sell them to. where does ed think they are.

OUGH RETURN OF ED'S HAIR ALL UP IN A BUN!!!!

ough... return of ed's trauma :(

ughughghuhguhughughgffffff every time i hear ed's voice in the bathtub scene i want to cryyyyy SOMEONE HUG THIS MAN I SWEAR TO GOD

also hornigold's mouth definitely moves in this shot where ed climbs off his body lol

hnnng... ed arm

oughuhgu and a strand of the wig came out of the bun WHY IS HE SO PRETTYYYYYYYYY

i cant believe for months i had my fingers crossed for the "person A thinks person B is dead" trope with ed hearing about the fuckery but instead i got it THE OTHER WAY AROUND. AAAAAAAAAAAHH

yo is hornigold wearing like. a flag. idk why i just noticed this but there's like a giant metal rung with rope tied through it holding his whole robe-ish situation together. is that a flag

very random thought but i love how tv shows just cut back and forth btwn plots and one plot might basically be one conversation but every time we cut back theyre in a different setting and we dont see how they got there. like the cut from stede walking in on the crew eating a bird to all of them back on zheng's ship eating soup. and now we went from ed yelling "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON" at hornighost's hut and now they're on a beach talking abt what the fuck is going on. why did they go there. who knows. doesnt matter.

ed is so fucking stressed abt being in the gravy basket. poor man is nervously playing with the big stick and trying so hard not to lose his cool.

damn he threw that stick really far tho. good arm.

im sorry but it's SO fucking funny how zheng is trying to seduce olu in this scene and she's like "whats the status of your boatmance is it... ongoing?" *unsheathes sword* like girl that's not seduction that's a full-on threat. i mean it's still hot dgmw but it's unclear what exactly you're going for here

YES STEDEY-BOY

loving the jaunty little escape music

archie and jim holding haaands

stede: you always say you have perfect aim black pete: ive never said that roach: you always say that lucius, throwing his beloved boyfriend under the bus: you said it today

buttons is so fucking loud fhjkhgyejkthfjkhg. ngl i relate tho

obsessed with the noise button makes when he slides across to the Revenge

and they use tea towels to slide over!! god stede really made the most out of his time in towels

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE how olu is the one sitting on the desk with his legs dangling and kicking during this makeout session

also obsessed with how theoretically olu could've seduced zheng out of killing the crew and it's possible that none of this was necessary

wait i literally just realized that they stole the wheel not just so that zheng couldn't follow them but bc the Revenge didnt have one lol

ugh ed's tits look so good what the hell

ed in his head instantly associates the phrase "calico jack" with someone going "WHOOHOO" at the top of their lungs

oughu FUCK i did not fucking realize this but ed is taking hornigold's presence here as confirmation that he's not loveable. earlier hornighost said "you're afraid you're unlovable" but then when he's on the cliff and he's like "you brought me here because you hate yourself" ed is like "im not loveable." ohhhhhh fuck

and then hornigold is like "and you're afraid to do anything about it. but im not" and then throws the rock off the cliff. this is the shittiest part of ed's brain calling him a pussy for not killing himself and telling him he deserves to die. fuuuuuuuuck me.

oh boy okay. ed got yanked off the cliff. stede is heading into the secret room. idk if i even have anything to say about the mermaid sequence like i cant believe this shit is real. fuck. this is a fever dream. they really just... wrote this. filmed it. put rhys darby in a fish tail. FUCK

ok the two things i have to say about this. first: the fucking flashback montage in this sequence makes me stop breathing like every single fucking time. secondly: when theyre face-to-face in ed's mermaid fantasy there's a split second where ed sort of jolts forward a tiny tiny tiny half of an inch. and i have no idea if it's intentional. but it makes me think of how in the "you wear fine things well" scene ed TOTALLY STEPS IN THINKING STEDE'S ABOUT TO KISS HIM.

WRITTEN BY ALYSSA LANE AND ALEX SHERMAN. SHOUTOUT TO THOSE GUYS.

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FIC REC WEEK 14 – AUTHOR WEEK

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: Amuly

Amuly is not only a master of smut, but also of unique and interesting concepts. I'm constantly in awe of how varied their writing is. There are a ton of fantastic fics on their AO3, but I'm going to have to limit myself, otherwise I'd probably want to rec all of them, they're just that good.

Here's some of their work that I think you should check out:

Shower Rocks

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,268 Tags: Domestic Fluff, Sam is a Good Bro, Steve vs the Future

Summary: Steve decides it's time to stock his shower up with some of Tony's bathing supplies. Even if one of those supplies is a strange, scratchy rock.

Reasons why I love it: First off, the Sam and Steve friendship in this really warms my heart. Steve is such a considerate sweetheart, Tony should hurry up and put a ring on that. This fic is sweet as hell, so go and get yourself a little treat!

Fairy Godmother

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 5,186 Tags: Peggy is Tony's Aunt, Howard Stark's A+ Parenting, Alzheimer's Disease

Summary: Auntie Peggy has been telling Tony stories about Captain America his whole life. Only problem is, the real thing just about measures up to the stories. Which means, of course, that Aunt Peg has to go to work, because an Aunt's work is never done.

Reasons why I love it: Peggy is so sweet with Tony. Thank god for her, honestly, considering how Howard was. And her playing matchmaker is amazing. I love the moment she sees Steve again for the first time, and it's so heart-warming to see Tony visiting her later on in life. I wish we'd gotten that in canon. This fic is wonderful, and I really hope you check it out for yourself!

Close Shave

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 4,123 Tags: Shaving, Bathroom Sex, Porn with Feelings

Summary: Steve and Tony are stuck in a hotel room waiting on an AIM arms deal. Tony makes fun of Steve's straightedge razor, Steve thinks Tony's LASER hair remover couldn't possibly do as good as a job. Steve offers to show Tony exactly how close a shave his razor has to offer. Obviously this leads to sex.

Reasons why I love it: This fic is so fucking hot! I could cut the sexual tension between them with a knife, and shaving as foreplay is something I've always loved in fanfic, so this is right up my alley. Plus, the hints of possibly something more than just sex are fantastic. I love this one so much, please go and check it out!

Gold “Member”

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 3,004 Tags: Extremis, Sexual Humor, Bottom Steve

Summary: Tony realizes one night that the golden under-armor he pulls out of his skin with Extremis can be pulled out to cover only very specific parts of his anatomy. Namely, his penis. He decides he really needs to share this with Steve.

Reasons why I love it: This fic is hilarious in concept alone, so I was surprised how much the feels actually hit me while I was reading it. Steve and Tony give off major old married couple vibes, their love for each other is palpable. Plus, the smut is really hot – Steve being a sapiosexual made me smile. I love this fic, so I hope you check it out!

Sheriff's Watch

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 2,646 Tags: Marvel 1872, Blow Jobs, Western

Summary: Steve and Tony enjoy each other company in Tony's home of technological marvels. But there's something out there, and Steve's beginning to take notice.

Reasons why I love it: I really love the descriptions of Tony's house with all of its inventions. And the smut is so fucking hot, my god. Steve discovering the wonders of sex is always fun, and this fic definitely does the trope justice. I love it so much, and I bet you will too, so please go and check it out for yourself!

#marvel #stony #fanfic #fic rec #ficrec #fanfic rec #a year in fanfic recs #author week

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sandy-the-glader · 2 years

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can we have number 5. “You’re gonna have to be quiet.” w/ corey cunnigham? it gives me hide and seek vibes 😉

I just love this idea so much

Be quiet!

Pre-Accident Corey Cunningham x Fem Reader

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Summary: You and Corey get heated during a game of hide in seek..

Warnings/contains: Smut, semi-public? (Chance of getting caught), (Sub) Corey, (Soft dom) reader, just really fluffy smut, friends to lovers stuff, hair pulling

Word count :1.4k

A/n: Sorry if the format is weird I’m writing part of this on my phone and part on my computer. I took too much time to write this. Also i apologize if this isn’t the best i don’t have a lot of experience with writing smut I'm more of a reader.

“So your telling me….” Corey was crouched down looking at the 10 year old, he was obviously tired. “You don’t want to watch tv, read, play board games, or make snacks. So what do you want to do?” He was slowly losing patience with the child.

You wanted to clean up the house. You guys already had made such a mess around doing all these things. Pillows were flung from off the couch, Shoes were tossed and thrown by the door and even the kitchen. The girls mom ordered pizza before hand for her daughter of course but was also nice enough to get a box for us. So there were cups and plates all over the table. Some still had drinks/Food in them.

It almost looked like someone threw a frat party rather than a couple of babysitters and a 10 year old.

You and Corey have been babysitting together since you both were teens around 16 or so. And you’ve been friends for a even longer time. This was something you’d always do together more than separate and alone. Handling certain kids alone is a complete nightmare. I mean for you at least Corey is fantastic with kids it’s insane how he talk’s to them so well.

It’s just a little temporary job to make money till we find something more permanent. I mean we still ride our bikes to each person’s house we babysit. And besides a more permanent job we still wanna go to collage too. Feels like so much work in so little time. Corey want’s to do some nerdy engineering stuff but, I still really don’t know what I want to do.

“Hide and seek.” The little girl smiled. You were sat on the floor next to Corey, you smiled at her wholesome face. Corey finally cracked somewhat of a smile considering his small success with making the kid finally make up her mind. Corey could never turn down a game of hide and seek. He’s just too good.

“Come on Corey hide and seek.” You chuckled, both standing up. “What if you count to 30 or so and we go hide?” That would provide a tad bit of time for us to be alone. Babysitting is tiring as hell.

“Okay.” She agreed. She turned around facing a wall and placed her hands over her eyes. She began counting which made you and Corey quickly look for a place to hide. You turned in circles looking all over before you came to a stop when seeing the stairs. You pointed your thumb to the staircase and he nodded of approval before he followed after. You guys take games of hide and seek very seriously.

You both carefully made it upstairs without too loud of a noise. It was easier when you had only socks on to cushion any creak or thump we could have made. You decided the guest room would be a great spot since it was farther away from the stair case and also farther from all the other rooms. You hurried in there and made it to closet. You slide the door to the right and made it in. Corey slipped in right you and smiled with a thumbs up as he closed the door. It was bare. Nothing but extra hangers but at least you and Corey had space. And by space you guys barley had a inch between each other when shoulder to shoulder.

“How long do you think it will take for her to find us? I mean her house is sorta big.” You whispered. That was a pro to some kids you guy’s baby sat. Some family's were rich which meant a better pay and sometimes food like what we got today. We always had kids to baby sit which i was surprised since it’s Haddonfeild.

Corey paused for a second to think about the question. You guys were facing each other so you both had more space to even breathe.

“Maybe 10 minutes depending on how long it takes her to get through the downstairs and then you know all the other rooms up here.” His mind thought out everything even though it may be unnecessary. Corey looked over to you his brown eyes were soft and caring. Easy and gentle. You guys were so close. So close.. Your faces inched closer, and closer. His eyes were now closed and so were yours.

You don’t know who kissed who first but it didn’t matter. Not baby sitting, Not breathing, all of it didn’t matter. Not right now anyway. All you could do was concentrate on was Corey’s soft pink lips pressed against yours. Like they were meant to be together.

His kisses were messy and rushed. We didn’t have much time anyways. His glasses became fogged and the closet quickly became hot. Your hand quickly reached to tangle with his curls. His hands snaked around to your hips.

Thought’s swarmed your head. Would this ruin our friendship? Would it be awkward? Or would everything work out?

Corey tried to thrust his hips upward to connect with you but you kept them down which made him let out a whimper against your lips. A feeling went through your body at that moment. You needed to hear those noises again. Your both broke apart breathless.

Pants were quickly discarded along with your sweater you’d worn because of the colder weather approaching. The only thing guarding you from one another was your underwear.

Never in your mind you thought you’d be in a closet fucking your best friend. Considering we didn’t have much time either. You moved his glasses to the top of his head. Him without his glasses was a sight that never failed to be beautiful.

Corey was melting under your gaze. He looked disheveled and messed up already and you’ve barley started.

“Is this okay?” You whispered into his ear. He let out a sound of agreement. You both traveled to the floor, Corey was on his back looking up at you. You felt like a angel just hovering up over his crotch. You slipped his white boxers off and you moved your underwear to the side. Your hands were pressed against his chest.

Corey wasn’t ready for the amount of pleasure you were about to give him. You slammed down on his cock and he let out a loud choked moan out.

“Shh.. You’re gonna have to be quiet.” You placed a hand over his mouth. “Wouldn’t want her to hear us now would we?” You teased. “Try telling that to her mom.” You laughed before letting out a hissed moan as he hit so deep inside you. You felt him throb inside you.

Your hands traveled back to his hair giving it a firm tug. You kept bouncing up and down on him making him even more needy than ever.

“Fuck you feel so good.” He moaned quietly this time, from under you as he thrusted his hips upwards to meet you. His moans and whimpers had you wetter than before. He gripped your hips so hard as if you’d leave him. If it was a dream.

He was so unbelievably needy his hips felt like they were moving in their own. Like he has no control. You just felt too damn good.

It didn’t take him long before he felt his orgasm approaching. Corey let out another little array of moans as he started to get closer and closer to the edge.

“You gonna cum for me Corey?” You leaned over to whisper in his ear. Each bounce and each thrust got more and more powerful. You weren’t too far behind. Chasing after your own as well.

“Yes- oh! Yes.” He moaned. “I’m gonna- I’m gonna..” He panted. you bounced until your finally reached your high letting out a small “Fuck…” You removed yourself from his cock and stroked him until he released on his stomach.

You both took heavy breaths in and out. You pressed your forehead to his and gave him a kiss. You felt his lips quirk upwards as he smiled into it.

“Thank you.” He spoke shyly.

“Anytime Corey.” You kissed his cheek.

“Hey core?” you sighed.

“yeah?”

“I love you.” You brushed his hair from out of his face before you grabbed your sweater from the small pile of clothes that has been discarded earlier. He smiled softly at you.

“I love you too.” he kissed your forehead. You both quickly got dressed before she could find you.

After you both got your pants on you heard the girls foot steps rush into the room as if on time. You heard her shuffle through things before she pulled open the closet.

“I found you guys!” She giggled.

“You sure did!” I smiled at her.

“You guys look really red!”

Tags: @wolvesandvampires

#corey cunningham #rohan campbell #Halloween ends #Corey Cunningham smut #he’s just a baby girl #mwah #smut

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Pick and Choose

WC: 787

Warnings: Bad Parents

Pairing: Seokjin x reader

The day had started off perfectly, Jin woke up to his beautiful girlfriend peppering kisses over his face before the two parted ways to wake up her younger siblings. As soon as the two had begun their relationship, Jin had come to the realization that his lover was basically the mover of her 5 siblings, and quite honestly it bother him that she had been doing it alone for so long, since her father was a drunk and her mother up and disappeared when she was younger, so he helped the best he could. Opening his heart completely to the little kids who looked to him as a father with how much he looked after them all.

Jin walked into the boys’ room with a wide smile that only grew upon seeing the three triplets snuggled up all clad in his old shirts that they had taken to sleeping in, he moved forward and jumped happily into the bed to wake the three up with a tickle attack but when the three giggling children awoke they let out a battle cry and jumped onto his body to return the favor making him pretend to fall back with a defeated cry to indulge in the silliness, “Okay bubbas, get dressed, we got to hurry on if you want to make it to class on time.” He grinned, freeing himself from the clinging trio before walking to the girls’ room to watch his lover wake the two up with a fond smile. She stroked their hair gently and cooed their names out sweetly, getting softer when the girls looked up at her with sleepy eyes and arms held out for their mother figure.

“Come on little ones, time to get ready for daycare.” She hummed, pulling the two into her embrace and hummed as she watched Jin move into the room to pick out the girls’s outfits, as he loved doing every morning. He, of course, picked out clothes that closely resemble the clothes he had for himself, khaki skirts and blue tops for the girls, and once he picked them out he headed to get himself ready for the morning, while his lover helped the girls.

After everyone had gotten ready, Jin’s desire was fulfilled as they all matched in color scheme, and had the kids eating breakfast, Jin stepped out back to take the trash out, just barely missing the two parents arriving through the front door.

“You don’t get to come here and play parents! Okay? You birthed them, but I raised them. These are my kids. You couldn’t tell me the first thing about any of them except their names!” He heard his girlfriend scream causing him to drop the bag and run inside, he burst the door open seeing her standing protectively in front of her siblings while her two parents stood before her trying to get closer.

“They’re our kids, we have a right to them. You did a good job but we’re here now.” The mom dismissed trying to move for the youngest who had the softest spot for the parents but he hid himself behind his eldest sister.

“No, I didn't do a good job. Jin and I did a fantastic job, you don’t get to pick and choose when to be parents. We raised them, we were the ones they went to when they had a scraped knee, we were the ones to help them with homework, we were the ones who worked two jobs each just to provide for them. We are their parents, not you.” She argued back, grasping her brother's head to comfort him, Jin quickly moving his body to join hers in separating the kids from the parents.

“You can’t keep us away from our children.”

“Yes I can. I have the best lawyer in the country and no qualms with taking your asses to court.”

“How about you let the kids decide who should be their parents?” Her mom countered, smiling smugly as she thought the kids would choose her since she birthed them.

“Go ahead.”She hummed, backing away from her siblings to allow them the choice, but the five didn’t even let her separate, simply following her.

“Come on guys, We’re your parents!” Her father exclaimed, trying to move forward for them, only to be shoved back by Jin,who simply raised a brow and shook his head.

“In no world would they leave us, we rebuilt the foundations you broke, we gave them stability and love, we gave them the childhood they deserve. You don’t get to pick and choose when to be parents.” Jin said sternly, before lifting his hand to point at the door firmly. “Get out of our home.”

#bts imagines #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #kim seokjin #jin x reader #jin imagines #bts jin #kpop scenarioes #kpop idol x reader #kpop imagines #kpop #idol imagines #idol x reader

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ashinaisshin · 1 year

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A more direct EN translation of some of Alhaitham’s voice lines in CN

(Note that in order to show the meaning in CN more clearly, some translations might not sound as smooth as the official EN text to stay closer to the CN.)

tl;dr: dude is in general more of a piece of shit in CN (no) LOL

i love he

About the Vision

To be honest, a Dendro Vision isn’t of much help to my research. But I do hit people harder now that I have elemental powers, so it's still useful enough.

[Personal opinion: I really wish the translators had kept his cruder/rougher wording in CN here, instead of making him sound kinda formal with the “settling a physical dispute” “proves useful at times” and all. (There are other lines, including some during the archon quest, where I’ve noticed that the EN translators made him sound more “formal” like this.) Despite the strong “rational/logical” image that he has, in CN Alhaitham rarely uses the kind of “academic” or “smart”-sounding language that one might think he does unless the occasion calls for it, and I find that aspect of his character really charming. Like Alhaitham says himself, “Rather than lacing my words with rhetoric, I prefer speaking factually” – I love hearing his lines because this guy is so good at making sharp, concise comments using his iconic crude and down-to-earth language. The writers really did a fantastic job portraying this smart and badass and hilarious character while intentionally (imo) breaking the stereotype in the use of an “academic” tone.]

About Us: Helping Each Other

You are very capable of taking care of yourself, so much so that you can even look after the companions around you. I don’t have any advice for you, and you most likely don’t need my help.

[Unlike in EN, it’s not very obvious that he is specifically referring to Paimon there in CN. It’s also a general trend that he is more curt/direct in CN, not hedging his statements as much with words like “seem” “frankly” “tend to” etc..]

About Kaveh: Compassion

He shows too much compassion towards everyone and everything. Probably because he is too fragile, he’s always making a fuss over nothing.

[The word choice in CN is more positive. At least “关怀” is a positive word – more along the lines of “compassion/care” – while “sensitive” is a neutral word that could be understood in either way, and probably negative in the context of “overly sensitive”. While Alhaitham is arguably also using some sarcasm in CN, I still think “sensitive” is neither an intuitive nor a fitting translation for 关怀.]

Birthday

Happy birthday. I’ve always thought that people invest an unnecessary amount of enthusiasm into celebrating the day they were born; it’d be more practical to channel that energy into getting more joy out of each day of their lives. You’re doing an alright job with this. I don’t know what kind of gift to get, so I’ll just reserve one pass for you through a special application channel.

[Funnily enough, he is less nice to you on your birthday in CN lol… I appreciate the sheer objectivity in “alright job”, bro Especially the “gift” he prepared for you, in my understanding, the special channel is only effective for once in CN and not permanent as the EN version seems to suggest, LMAO. Alhaitham, you just really don’t want to put extra effort into this huh Idk, maybe the EN translators just wanted to make him sound nicer to the players 😆 I can appreciate it either way though.]

Opening Treasure Chest: I

Hold on to them yourself.

[Aka: I don’t need this stuff. How nice of him.]

Opening Treasure Chest: II

Hurry, it’ll be hard to pick them up once they roll away.

[But he’s also genuinely being such a good (and fourth-wall-breaking-ly helpful) teammate kekw]

Joining Party: II

Let’s do business the business way. / Let’s keep things straight business.

[OK, if all the other discrepancies in translation are mostly just me being nitpicky, this one, I would argue, is a significant mistranslation that almost gets the opposite meaning across. “Let’s get down to business,” in my opinion, makes it sound like Alhaitham feels the need and is potentially quite willing to join the party, while in CN, “公事公办” is an idiom that clearly conveys the meaning that Alhaitham is Not joining you because he wants to/thinks he needs to but rather he’s treating it as Business, as a Job. In JP this line is straight up translated it as “公務に��情は挟まない” – “no personal feelings involved in official business.” In fact, linguistic elegance/cultural factors aside, I feel like for Alhaitham’s voice lines at least, the JP translation in general stays much closer to the CN text compared to EN. Like I mentioned in my last CN/EN comparison post, some EN translations make Alhaitham sound like a leader, while a big part of this dude’s life is just rejecting any and all leadership responsibilities thrown his way.]

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Some additional translations FYI

More About Alhaitham: IV

Once order is disrupted, the consequences will spread rapidly. I don’t like this; it will get in the way of the life I have right now.

Feelings About Ascension: Conclusion

Can’t let those slackers from the Akademiya know that I’m making progress yet again, otherwise they’ll do everything in their ability to push trouble my way. Of course I won’t accept any of it, but the back-and-forth in communication is always going to waste some (of my) time.

Low HP: III

This will take up more (of my) time.

#genshin impact #alhaitham #translation #localization #writing #my translation #tr:game #his cn heavy dmg taken lines are also Gold but it's a bit hard to explain why they're funny so i didn't try 😂🤦‍♀️#its basically like he suddenly sounds so offended and goes 'tch... tf?!'#and the other line is very reminiscent of a cn internet slang/meme lol #his cn va did such a good job 👌😭😂#also i absolutely loved his character story 5... showing how his snarky smartass personality actually stems from a loving family 😭

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klc-archive · 18 years

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“I almost cried with laughter when I read the first script and then I met Keith-Lee Castle, who plays the Count and just looks like a rock star, and I knew it was going to be cool.” - Donna Grant (Magda)

Daily Record interview with Donna Grant (Magda) By Samantha Booth.

Sinister, calculating and scheming is how Scots actress Donna Grant describes her character in the BBC’s new kids’ show Young Dracula. In fact, vampire mum Magda sounds quite despicable - but that’s exactly why the 30-year-old actress from Inverness was so desperate to play her.

The mum-of-one said: “I just couldn’t resist playing her because she is such a fantastically nasty character. She is a vampire and like all vampires she thinks she is better than everyone but Magda really does take it to another level. She is just so brilliantly evil.

The show is about Count Dracula’s move to Britain with his two children after his wife, Magda, has run away with a werewolf. And in tonight’s episode Magda returns to her family - although I am not saying if they welcome her back or not because, not only is she not the best mother in the world, she also broke the Count’s heart.

"But he loves her for her evil - so in a way she can do no wrong.”

Donna was intrigued by the role of Magda from the minute she heard about it and as soon as the show’s producers set eyes on the Scot, the role was hers.

She said: “I think it was a combination of me getting into the part and because they thought I had the right look. They offered me the part on the spot.”

Since then Donna has been filming the show in the Brecon Beacons in Wales and has thoroughly enjoyed every minute if it. She said: “I almost cried with laughter when I read the first script and then I met Keith-Lee Castle, who plays the Count and just looks like a rock star, and I knew it was going to be cool”

"And it really has lived up to all of my expectations.

"The show has been great fun to film and some of my outfits have just been fantastic - I have a wedding bouquet with dead bird skulls in it.

"I know it is meant for children but I really think some adults will love it too.

"It is incredibly well written and because the whole Goth thing is pretty cool at the moment I think it could be a huge success.”

Growing up in Inverness with her mum and grandparents, Donna always wanted to act. She had an idyllic childhood, spending a lot of time out riding on her family’s horses, but when she left school as a teenager she was desperate to get out into the world and, in particular, she had her sights set on London.

She said: "I absolutely loved growing up in Inverness and, if I could, I would bring my own daughter Scarlet up in that way too – but I have to be in London just now for my work.

"But when I was 17 I was just desperate to get out and get started living and working. "I didn’t even want to go to university. I just wanted to get stuck right in.”

Luckily for Donna, some photographs she’d had taken by an Inverness photographer found their way into the hands of a London talent scout. The next thing Donna knew, she was being invited down to the city for a meeting with a top agency.

She said: “It was always acting I had wanted to do but modelling found me, so what could I do? The agency liked me and before I knew where I was, I had moved down to London and was thrown into this mad world of modelling.

"At the time it was the easy option but I quickly discovered it also meant I could make lots of money, travel and meet really interesting people so I wasn’t going to walk away from it in a hurry.” Donna did every kind of modelling, from catwalk to billboards.

She worked for a time in Japan and Germany, shot ads for Agent Provocateur and Baileys and appeared in several television commercials. BUT just because she was finding a certain level of success as a model, it didn’t mean Donna had forgotten her dream of becoming an actress.

And in 2001 she finally got her first acting job in a film called Is Harry On The Boat?, following the loves and lives of a group of young holiday reps in Ibiza and co-starring Danny Dyer and Davina Taylor.

Donna said: “It was brilliant fun to film and I’m still friends with a lot of the people I met out there in Ibiza.”

It wasn’t long until Donna found herself having to take time out from acting to have her baby daughter Scarlet, who is now three years old.

A bit of a rock chick at heart, she met Scarlet’s dad Chris McCormack, guitarist in hard rock outfit 3 Colours Red, when his band at the time, Grand Theft Audio, were supporting The Cult in concert at the Brixton Academy in London.

The pair had a whirlwind romance, married and had baby Scarlet. Donna said: “I have always been into my rock music and through modelling I did hang about with a lot of rock types at the time. So I was instantly attracted to Chris and we ended up having a whirlwind romance. Sadly, things just didn’t work out and we are now in the middle of divorce proceedings. But we really are still best friends.”

Donna now lives a much quieter life with Scarlet in north London and loves nothing better than the chance to return to Scotland to see her family and get out into the hills.

She said: “I love coming back up to Scotland and I am so excited because I just booked my tickets for Christmas so I’ll be spending the holidays at home.

"Drinking wine, eating lots of nice food and going for walks in the hills - it will just be wonderful. My life is a lot quieter now than it was a few years ago but that’s the way I like it. Where I live in London is a bit like a village so I do get the best of both worlds down there and I do like it, but nothing beats coming home.

However, I don’t think I would have settled down as well now if I hadn’t had my wild time when I was younger. It was a load of fun at the time and I met loads of amazing people. I even met some of my heroes, such as Joe Strummer from The Clash, although my most star-struck moment came when I met Chris Morris from Brass Eye. I really admire him and think he is so funny and clever but when I met him I just didn’t know what to say. I mean, because of my modelling, I am quite used to meeting famous people but when I came face to face with him all I could do was make a bit of a whimpering sound. I just thought that he is so witty and cutting he’s just going to chew me up and spit me out whatever I say. Can you imagine what he would have said to me if I had said I really liked his work? And I know I said I lead a quieter life now but my uncle has just opened up a new venue in Inverness called The Ironworks and we have Dirty Pretty Things playing there at New Year - so I might not be able to resist digging my rocker gear out once again. Especially as I will have my mum on hand to babysit.” A rock ‘n’ roll loving mum in rocker gear … Magda would be proud.

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