#mochi: ? its the uniform?

[musubiki]

im actually fully convinced now that mochi used to wear the long skirt uniform until coco convinced her to be a normal high school girl and wear short skirts like everyone else, and thats when limes Thing(tm) started

#coco: cmon be young while you still can!! everyone wears the shorter skirt!!! #mochi in her head: (everyone?....i guess thats true...itll actually help me blend in more...maybe the long skirt was making me stand out... #...as a witch i need to blend in as much as possible...) ok! #and the next day lime is tripping over his own feet and walking straight into walls #he has to legit take a moment to recenter and be like (what the fuck is wrong with me?) #its like that feeling when you keep trying to say a very normal word but keep getting tripped up #and you just stop and fall silent for a few seconds like (what the fuck) #dumbass lime is like: are you sure thats within dress code...? #mochi: ? its the uniform? #lime: oh. right. (fucking idiot what kind of question is that)

[eldritchmochi]

im working on my project of "add every book i own to a spreadsheet because im insane" (roughly half done at 456 books 🫠) and i got to the shelf with one of my absolute favorites in my collection

the marvel comic edition of the og star wars, adapted way back when the og movies came out and bought by my dad new when he was a teenager. its beat to shit but would probably still be worth a hefty chunk of change except

my dad used it as a coloring book

whats extra cute is, before i accidentally stole this book from my dad, i would use manga pages for coloring practice. like father, like son

#mochi rambles #im not allowed to get rid of this book ever #partly because id feel bad because despite having it in my grubbly little hands for more than half my life at this point #i still dont consider it MY book #but also because its incredibly charming to flip thru and see what fifteen year old dad thought would be fun to color #you can tell the plan was color the whole thing #because theres large chunks of pages that have only one color filled in #just page after page of brown uniforms and hair and nothing else #but only probably like a dozen pages are fully colored like above #mostly the chapter covers

[bukuoshin]

I'm gonna be real: probably made too many food miniatures for my niece. But I'm not done yet either.

#rae rants #i finished abt a page of the two pages of foodstuff i wanted to make from clay. i need to buy new supplies to move onto another category tho #ig i could start making mugs and plates and stuff. even tho i haaaate doing those. #cuz. i dont use molds. i dont own resin stuff. or a drimel. everything has to be done by hand and still be uniform. #and when i was a kid i hated that doll plates never has divets. ya know theyre just discs? always hated that. #but now that i make minis like. i understand why. its soooo annoying to make plates. #anyways. i have a mochi icecream tray im using to dry last night's batch. theyll probs be dry tomorrow. but i wanna keep working NOW. #... ig i could eat the last two strawberry mochi and take that tray too. that could work. #anyways 2. i didnt have my dolls eat a lot as a kid. i would have them have like. one meal together a day tho. if i could. tea time maybe. #but it always annoyed me that i only had like. one kind of breakfast for them. #or that i didnt have enough food for the family to have a realistic breakfast. like if one person has pancakes everyone would ya know? #i'll post pics when theyre painted. which is a while away. #and when i finish the project (which probs wont be until xmas) i'll post a bunch of pics on my instagram ig. #cuz this is a project that will be my niece's xmas present eventually.

[shaisuki]

gojo had been in this situation many times where you ran away from him and he knows it all too well. he could be a menace at times. could be too much at times with his antics. he knows it very well and seeing you running away from him, unlocked this feeling that he never knew he have. something primal—an instinct to hunt, to devour something with the metallic taste of blood in his tongue.

the way your body bounces with a huff, like a bunny hopping away from its predator.

you're in for the hunt and gojo likes it. he lets you run. giving him a setback of few minutes of making sure you were far from him but gojo knew you, more than you could ever know yourself. from your scent, to your heartbeat and to your small intakes of puff in your breath. it's like instinct for him to mark you and own you.

the teeth marks on your skin are evidence. they're like tattoos permanently etched in your skin. it fades but gojo replaces it with such eagerness until they're permanently marked in your supple skin.

when satoru decided that you've given him more time for him to get you and so, the hunt begins.

he didn't need his six eyes nor his ability to detect someone. it's all natural for him to sense you. no matter the distance or the poor attempt of disguising yourself.

“gotcha.” he says in his playful voice like it's the most innocent thing. you can never fool him. it's too easy. you and him were one. never be separated for too long. the other one ends up too delirious or maybe—crazy. lose control of what they are to feed the hunger in the pits of their soul. it doesn't work for him though, everything the gojo satoru can be but never temperamental and quick to diminish stuff. he's lax and cool. that what he is.

well, he could lose control too.

his hold to you, a vice grip like. fingers digs in the pudginess of your body. one he explored many times. claimed and marked. your back pressed in his chest. your heart beat thrumming like nails tapping in a hardwood desk.

it was never an intention to run. you could never escape his grasp. he's too much sometimes. biting your round cheeks like they were the mochi desserts he always had in missions. it leaves mark for everyone to see.

it never prepared you how dating gojo satoru could be like this. obsessive. it's not like you're going anywhere.

he holds you for a moment—his lips nibbling on the shell of your ear sending shivers down your spine while his hands grabbing the handful of flesh in your stomach through your uniform.

his index finger swipes to feel the shape of your lips. he kissed it many times. made claim to it that it only can be kissed by him, and only him.

turning your head to the side and looking above to meet his flawless face and he looks down to place a kiss to your lips. what tenderness started turned to desperation.

“satoru.” murmuring his name in-between kisses. stopping in a second before claiming your lips in his again.

gojo knew he could get high when in the brink of the death but fuck, your lips too had the same effect. your whole being is a addiction he never wanted to get rid of.

it continues for minutes until you're both panting for air. still gojo continues to slither his hands all over you body, grabbing and pinching whatever he can get with his hands. large palms holding your thighs. it splays and the flesh spills out in his palms despite being wide enough to grab someone's head.

you're a fucking delight for him. loves when you run away and only for him to catch. he murmurs your name in your ear. his breath tickling the nerves in your ear and sending tremors to the depths of your soul when he calls your name. it's the same for him.

“i could eat you whole.”

you shake your head at the statement. he'd already done that. strip you naked with nothing but his hands covering your most intimate parts. bites and nibbles at your flesh while he ruts himself deep into you.

savoring every moment. lavishing his palate with the most exquisite taste of your skin in his tongue. he's insatiable.

you could tell from how he gets desperate at times when you ran away from him like you were going to disappear at any given moment and it's his weakness. what weakness turning into something primal, so raw to claim you as his and that's the only way he can think to never let you go. if only you can stay forever in his arms he'll do it—with the power vested by the universe for him.

it's always this chase where he catch you everytime, the more he stays and sticks with you and that's the only thing you could ever return for him.

#꩜ ⋮ shai's thirst/drabbles⸝⸝ #chubby reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x chubby reader #gojo satoru drabble #gojo satoru x chubby reader #gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader

[yeppeun-riaa]

Hi, how are you? I saw on your profile that you like Ran so I was wondering if you have some headcannons for him and if you could share? If you want, it can be his and Rindou or just Ran... Your preference ♡

hii, I'm pretty okay thanks🫶🏻 and I have a few!

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Ran definitely went through a lot of girls and when he was in tenjiku, he never saw himself committing to a relationship

He wants to learn baking, specifically so he could make mont blanc....key word 'wants' he's to lazy to actually attempt it

Someone told me that ran is a yellow flag, and now I firmly believe that

He takes time to listen to whatever beats rindou makes, he's impressed but will always tease him before giving actual feedback

He plays video games with rindou, shion and mochi (occasionally kakucho) on weekends

He brought up the idea of having different colored uniforms to stand out

He loves to intimidate people for fun

100% sure he talked his way out of trouble at least 10 times before

He knows he has charisma and takes full advantage of that

He would never hit a woman (good timeline), in the bad timeline he'd pay someone to do it for him:)

Its important to ran that rindou gets along with his partner, if rindou asks ran would consider breaking up with his partner

he cried a bit when he cut his hair, rindou laughed at him

he hangs out mostly with mochi and kakucho while rindou hangs out with shion more

He and rindou are natural blondes🤷🏻‍♀️

They're dad left them but is a dilf👹

They're mom is a rich business woman

he hates talking about his feelings, even to rindou

he dislikes hanma and the tenjiku guys try to keep them away from eachother bc hanma is a bitch and ran will not hesitate to hit him with his baton

Hes a big fan of pda, loves to show his partner off and spoil them

He's a sucker for if his partner wears skirts

Hes an ass and thigh guy

ran can't swim, but rindou can

rans lazy but when it comes down to it, he gets shit done

Hes good at at sports, but doesn't really participate in them

Its rare for him to be on time to anything

Hes clingy when drunk

Has a huuggee sweet tooth

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#ran x reader #ran haitani #ran haitani x reader #haitani ran #tokyo rev ran #ran hcs #tokyo rev x reader

[whalesforhands]

uniform exchange

Shoko -> Suguru -> You -> Satoru

“Seriously, how does she get this on?” Gojo’s whining as he struggles to pull up Shoko’s skirt over his hips, hindered by the tight seams that were stuck by his rather thick thighs. The upper part of his body was faring no better, jacket taut against his body as the buttons struggle to hold onto their clasps over his chest, white undershirt so short it was basically a crop top.

“If you rip my uniform you’re paying for it.” Shoko’s already dressed, bell bottom pants dragging on the ground as she stands there, Suguru’s uniform basically swallowing her whole. She physically cannot walk, for if she did, she’d trip over the sheer length of his pants.

“No way!”

“You suggested this.” Shoko’s reply is curt, ending on a slight wince of pain as you brush through her hair behind her, pinning up and putting her hair in a bun, several hairties held between your lips as you begin tucking out a singular strand of her bangs.

“Perfect!” Satoru’s sunglasses are pushed up and placed in your hair, his uniform similar to the oversized one you regularly wear, save for it being many times longer due to his height. You… Can’t exactly walk either. Or even see through his sunglasses. If you put them on, it'd be pitch black.

Suguru… Isn’t doing so well next to Satoru. Despite your uniform usually being a good fit on you, with room for space… He can’t exactly button up your dress shirt or slip on your long skirt.

Your button-up is tight against his chest. If Shoko’s shirt on Satoru was struggling to hold on, the buttons on your own shirt on Suguru were hanging on for dear life. He could only button the middlemost one, for if he did button the rest, he'd be struggling to breathe.

“There’s no way I can fit in this…” You’re trying to look away, quickly pulling the sunglasses over your eyes to black out your vision before you’re caught admiring either of them for the skin they were showing.

(They already caught you.)

"Ehh? Suguru that's so inappropriate." Satoru's crossing his arms as he regards his other half, getting a good closeup glimpse of your button basically screaming as he clasped on with all of its might. He pokes at Suguru's exposed pecs.

("Are you keeping something from me in your workout?!"

"We have the same goddamn routine.")

"I can't exactly help it, can I?" He's now trying to pull up your skirt, the waistline, much like Gojo's, struggling to get over his thighs as he struggles to pull them on over his boxers.

"I did it!" Shoko's skirt was now tightly over his hips, so short that the bottom of his dragonfly boxers were still exposed. His hands are haughtily placed over his hips as he began to strut over to both yourself and Shoko.

"Oh, Gojo. You actually got it on-"

"Ah." Gojo's eyes go blank, smile freezing as he hears a rip from Shoko's skirt, the same time the singular button of yours decided to give out.

("You need to start laying off the mochi."

"Suguru, you're so mean!"

"I think it's good that he's eating so healthily..."

"See?! (name) thinks eating well is-"

"The only thing you're gonna end up with is diabetes.")

Shoko’s simply regarding them both with a chuckle, watching amusedly as Gojo makes Geto suck in his stomach to pull your skirt up. Shoko places her arm around your shoulder posed with a V-sign as she points the camera upward, Gojo and Geto in the background with her and yourself smiling up with your sunglass-clad face in the foreground.

"Cheese!"

("We weren't ready!"

"Too bad.")

masterlist

Notes:

Suguru was the one who repaired all the broken uniforms. He brought you out shopping for threads and needles with him. You have a special button on your uniform now. One he specially picked out.

Shoko didn't kill Satoru for her uniform. She just got him to give her a pack of cigarettes instead. Needed a reason for him to owe her.

Satoru was the one who suggested this. Initially, the plan was to swap all your uniforms without anyone knowing, but Shoko caught him when he was busy trying to 'sneakily' take yours. (He shamelessly walked into your room whilst you were napping in the loungeroom.)

(You don't actually mind any of the SSS trio doing that. You take trips to Gojo's room to borrow a lot of his outerwear. They're really good quality.)

Suguru always looked way buffer and broader than Satoru in their high school days, so I have described this story as such.

The photo was actually printed out. Everyone received a copy. Including Yaga. (Gojo's doing.)

#geto x reader x gojo #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #dyf au #satosugu x reader #whalewrites #geto suguru x reader #jjk fluff

[soobadnoonecanstopher]

Can I Stay? (A Baekhyun Story) Part 15.

Pairing: You x Baekhyun

Rating: M (Mature)

Word Count: 10.3K

Warnings: Smut. What plot? The plot of this story is smut. Various sexual acts. Oral sex. Dirty talk. Some bratty submissive behavior. Face sitting. Overstimulation. Cockwarming. A sex marathon is better than a Star Wars marathon.

A romance between two adults with an unspecified age difference between them, an English story that uses the word Noona for lack of another word in English that carries the same feeling, if you don’t like this, then don’t read this story.

Tag List: @andimoon @his-mochi-cheeks

Links: Part 1 … Part 14, Part 15, Part 16

You’d nearly made it all the way to his bedroom. Nearly made it through with your quiet and careful footsteps. Despite his giggling lips pressing up against your own with every other step; his teeth bumped into your smiling mouth and his hands with their wandering fingertips that connected to his strong arms, they wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you back into him again and again. He was warmth. He was lightness. He was hot palms on the bare skin over your rib cage slipping underneath the loose and comfy sleep shirt you wore and you could actually see the clean white double doors of the sanctity of his bedroom. You had it in your sights.

But there was a throat clearing sound again. You heard a low rumbling growl come from somewhere hidden within your hair. It was a complaining sound. Baekhyun had heard the throat clearing this time and he was obviously quite put-out by the interruption.

His eyes brushed heavily against yours on their way to locate the source of that sound and his pupils were large and dark enough to swallow you whole in this dimly lit nook just off of the hallway to his bedroom.

“What?” His voice was gruff and his head whipped in the direction of the younger woman in what was some sort of crisp gray uniform; a pencil skirt, a white button up top, a tasteful bun. You laid a hand over his shoulder. This was obviously her job and he didn't need to make the mood she interrupted so very obvious with the tone of his voice. Once again you felt selfconscious of the ultra casual sleep set and your lack of makeup. You felt even more selfconscious as you pulled your shirt down out of caution; making sure the skin of your abdomen, that still echoed with the memory of his traveling fingertips seconds earlier, was well covered.

You weren’t exactly sure what to make of this place but it definitely didn’t feel like a comfortable home where you could just relax and let your guard down. It kind of felt like there were eyes everywhere and you missed the isolation of your quiet apartment with its quaint kitchen, small single bathroom, and your secluded bedroom where his stolen kisses and intimate giggles were for you and him alone.

Your hand on his shoulder pulled his eyes into yours for the briefest of moments and he inhaled deeply and slowly with the smallest tick of his head back and forth before looking back at the woman.

She was, of course, bent at the waist with her hands folded just over her belly and her face was angled downward with an impassive smile on her barely visible face. This was a different one than the butler from earlier. You wondered if they played rock paper scissors for this or if they just took turns.

“Pardon the interruption, Master Byun, but the kitchen is asking — Will Miss... err...Madam... will she be joining us for breakfast in the morning? Do you have any dietary restrictions or allergies, Madam?”

Her voice lifted and she turned her direction toward you to ask the question.

It took only a moment for your mind to clear enough for you to process it and you gave her a small polite smile with a shake of your head.

“It’s Miss and I’ll be fine with just coffee,” you said with a not unkind correction and you caught the movement of Baekhyun’s face in your peripheral vision. Your focus flitted over to his face easily. He had the smallest smile on his lips and you caught a tick up of a single eyebrow on his forehead.

“Miss, for now,” his voice rose in volume and his smile widened with the words. He was looking at you although he was clearly speaking to her, “Soon to be The Madam of this house — will just have coffee, thank you.”

You gasped and covered your mouth, lightly smacking against his chest with your other hand. “Don't tell her that,” you whispered. Any corrections you wanted to make would be wasting breath because she had already turned on her heels with a quick nod of her head and she was gone just as silently as she had arrived.

“Why not? They’ll need to know.”

“They don't need to know anything right now, and besides. The Madam of this house? This house?” You lifted a hand to gesture widely around you, as if your point had been made with the wide sweeping motions of your arm. This place was ridiculous. This place was a palace; a museum; a mausoleum even. It definitely wasn’t a place you could actually see yourself living in, let alone being the Madam of. He was insane. His face was blank as he watched your incredulous expression grow even more and more unbelieving.

“You aren’t serious. This house?”

“Yes, this house. We can live here together. This can be our house. Me and You.”

You closed up your gaping mouth and pulled your arms across your chest as you leaned away from him just a little bit to get a better look at the expression you saw on his face.

You found no traces of humor in his eyes. They sat heavily inside his head. Deep brown, immovable, and steady. The man was serious.

“Baekhyun,” you said as a hundred doubts flew through your mind at once about this place and his plans that he laid out so plainly and easily as if his family, his world, his entire empire would simply open the door wide for someone like you to come in and simply take what she wanted from their precious son and his palace and all who laid claim to it.

“What?” He lifted another eyebrow and his face ticked upward. “You don't like it here?”

“I’m—” your face rolled with your eyes around the empty space above his head, “—I’m just a visitor here. This place isn’t … me.” You lifted both of your hands up with your palms facing outward, lightly flexing your fingertips into the air in front of you once before you took a step into him and laid both of your hands over the warmth of his abdomen. You had no intention of offending him, or worse, hurting him with this reality of how you actually felt about this house. You just didn't see yourself ever really being able to relax here. A home should be comfortable, shouldn’t it be?

He was watching your face and you caught the way he swallowed lightly before opening his mouth once to speak.

“I’ll come to you then,” he said. He took a step forward and your hands that rested on him moved with his motion. You had to step back to keep your balance. You felt the cool solid wood of his bedroom door at your back. You were out of steps to take away from him. “Wherever you want to be, that's where I want to be. As long as it's me and you.”

“Me and you?” You whispered through a tiny grin. You felt desperate to believe him. Every single word out of his mouth sounded like make-believe. The man had never known how to go without. The man didn’t know what it meant to be denied. He was so beautiful and so romantic and yet every one of his heady promises and oh there were so very many, every single one was marred with what you knew about the harsh truths of real life.

“None of them even know about me and you.” His wandering fingertips had returned. It was so very hard to think about anything other than the romantic fantasies with his hot hands on you like this. “Not your parents, grandparents, aunts or uncles. Not unless they have their own spies installed here disguised as staff members, like in the movies. None of them, the ones who might have an opinion about this — about me — none of them know.

“Then I’ll tell them all,” his breath heated the surface of the skin of your face, fanning across your flushed cheeks, “that I’m in love with you. That I need you in my life forever. I’ll tell them how desperate I am for every little bit of you. I will tell them. I will handle it.”

“And what would they say?” Your question pushed through the haze inside your mind. His hands had reached the waistband of your shorts and he had slipped them beneath the elastic fabric and he roughly gripped your bare ass inside of the shorts. With his lips he placed delicate kisses over the shapes that made up your face and the stark contrast between the two actions had you reeling. The softness of his kisses that pleaded and begged; the roughness of his hands that demanded and took.

“What would they say?” You repeated. He made no efforts to answer your question so you pushed through again, gasping when you felt the wetness of his teeth bite down onto the flesh of your earlobe. Whimpering through the moan that echoed out inside of your eardrum. “Tell me, Baekhyun. Would they even accept this?”

“They would have to. For me it’s only you.”

“Have you always gotten exactly what you wanted, your whole life?”

You’d lost his hands from inside your shorts. His face pulled back just enough for dark brown eyes to peer into yours for a silent moment. His expression was stoic and serious as he looked into your eyes and just when you began to feel truly lost inside of them you caught the smallest change in his expression. At the corner of his lips, just on one side played right there was the smallest smirk.

“Yes,” he whispered. The smirk grew bigger and bolder and that self confident grin on his face sunk down deep inside of you with a splash, “I always get what I want.”

Unbelievable. You looked into his face, gauging the truth in his words as best you could but you couldn’t quite make sense of it with the look he was giving you. The darkness you found in his eyes paired with the self satisfied smirk made you doubt what he was actually talking about. Did he mean he always got his way with his parents or was he referring to you?

“Always? You’ve never been told no? You’ve never wanted something so desperately only to have it ripped out of your hands? Never?”

His smile faltered briefly and his eyes lifted to look up into the space above your head as his lips pursed in thought.

“When I was a kid, I got everything I wanted. I was a spoiled brat, of course. I didn't really know what it meant to want something. I definitely didn't know what it meant to need something.”

“But then when I was a teenager I rebelled against it all. There was a time when I hated everything. It just pissed me off; all of it. I gave Mimi so much trouble back then. I remember she would say that I was throwing a fit because I knew I didn't deserve it and she was right. So I had to deserve it.” His pretty smile grew nostalgic with the memories of what must have been an angsty teen phase, pushing back against the life of excess he was born into.

“By the time I was an adult I began to really understand that just because I reject it; It doesnt change the privilege that comes with who I am or who my family is. I’m still working on deserving it. I’m working on that every day.”

You watched his face as he spoke animatedly, a small grin spreading across your face to hear him being so open with you about his life so far. The more he spoke, the more you were reminded again why you loved him so much. He had turned out to be such a beautiful person inside and out.

While you were still standing close enough to him to feel every inch of his warm body against you, his little speech had taken his focus away from your face and his eyes had been bouncing around as he talked to you. Still, you couldn't help the intense affection you felt surging inside of you and when you leaned forward and caught the softness of his warm cheek in a stolen kiss his eyes shot down into yours and his lips pulled wide. He inhaled to speak again with his focus down on your face.

“But as far as getting what I want — as far as me and you — I will tell them and we will get married and we will live wherever we want to live as long as it’s me and you.”

He leaned then, pressing his lips lightly over yours before he pulled his face back to speak again, “and I’ll spend my life deserving you.”

Your breath caught halfway in your lungs and you felt the stutter in your heartbeat to hear his words. He sounded so sure. You wanted to believe that everything would work out. You wanted to lean on him and trust him that this would work; that you could be with him forever and that nothing would come crashing down around you just because you dared to dream of this.

“You sound so certain,” you whispered and you felt the warmth in your cheeks as your blood pumped and flowed just below the surface of your skin as if even the very life that ran through your veins was magnetized by him.

“I am,” he whispered back.

“How?”

“Because I’m putting everything I have inside of me into this. I can’t lose you. There would be nothing left.”

The look in his eyes was much too determined for the paper thin words he was telling you. Yes it was incredibly sweet and yes it was extremely romantic and, my God, did you love this man to pieces for it; but you’ve been on projects like this before at work that ultimately failed because the foundation behind them had been as shaky and flimsy as his words right now. The man was absolutely convinced this would all work out on his own gumption alone. No past experiences to pull from, no facts or concrete evidence of success, just the feeling in his gut that he would face absolutely no opposition from his very formidable opponent simply because he wanted it more. That was it. He wanted this more than his parents were willing to fight him over. And what happened to you during such a fight? Surely you’d lose most of yourself to the crossfire.

You pondered every possible scenario, looking through endless possibilities for any and every one that might result in something that might take hold. For something that might possibly succeed and, despite it all, the glaringly obvious holes in his plan stood out more than the sheer force of willpower this man touted as his main character trait. As you considered and begged and pleaded with your business mind to just be quiet so you could enjoy the happiness that you should be feeling tonight with him and you stared into his determined face for long enough for his serious expression to fade.

He shook his head and scrunched up his nose with a little whining sound that interrupted your quiet contemplations. You felt a little shake as he grabbed your arms and wiggled your whole body back and forth.

“Come on, Noona, I was so cool just now. Why are you looking at me like that?” He wiggled your arms again, harder now with a smile on his lips that he couldn't fight despite the whining you still heard coming through his nose. You felt as if a spell had been broken.

“How am I looking at you?” The whining had done its trick. You could feel yourself giving in easily and you bit down on your lips to keep the smile under control. He saw the smile. You reached a hand forward to grab ahold of the fabric of his shirt simply to break eye contact and have something else to look at and you heard the smallest chuckle from his throat.

“That’s better. It’s gone now. You had that scary manager face on for a minute. God you are good at that. You have to teach me how to make someone drop to their knees with just one look.”

As soon as he said that, his mouth closed up and he quit talking. The silence was abrupt and maybe if he hadn’t had such a reaction you would not have even paid it that much attention. But his sudden silence called attention to it and then his particular choice of words pulled your eyes up into his as they replayed again inside of your mind, carrying with them little flutters that tinged the edges of your imagination. How could that one slip of his tongue be having this sort of effect on you?

How to make someone drop to their knees with just one look.

It was a dangerous choice of words. It was something you hadn’t yet done with him. The opportunity hadn’t presented itself. But now the thought of it had slipped into your mind and you could feel the flush under your skin. Your curiosity was a driving factor now as questions flew through the darkest parts of your mind. How would he react to feel your mouth on him? What kinds of sinful sounds would he make? Would he give in to you entirely and lose himself? Would he let you worship him like you wanted to?

You’d moved only your eyes at first but you noticed his focus did not meet yours. When you lifted your chin and let your head loll back and you watched his face freely. Perhaps he had caught himself off guard with his words as well. He was blinking quicker and he ticked his head to the side, lifted a hand to his face and he lightly scratched at the tip of his nose with his fingers all the while his eyes danced around, lightly landing into yours for a millisecond before they looked away again.

“That came out sounding kind of…” when he finally spoke, your suspicions were confirmed. You couldn’t pinpoint it, but he looked kind of caught. The way he held his jaw, you saw signs of movement inside of his mouth as he worried his tongue around inside. When his lips parted you caught sight of the tip of that tongue as it darted out and wet his lips. You slipped your fingers down the length of his forearm following it to the end where you wrapped a hand around his palm and gripped him tightly.

“Let’s get ready for bed,” you said, “it’s getting late and we have work in the morning.”

“Yes ma’am,” you heard him whisper under his breath as you reached for the doorknob and turned it. You slipped inside first, feeling no resistance from him behind you as he followed in step and the quiet click of the door behind him was followed by a thick silence that coated you from head to toe.

You went through the motions of it; following Baekhyun around his place, brushing your teeth beside him, washing your face and quietly applying the same moisturizer that he used. It was completely new to you, actually getting ready for bed with him in his home. And yet, this man made you feel so entirely at ease and comfortable in his presence there was a strange feeling of almost familiarity in this; despite the fact that it was indeed your first time spending the night here with him. Your heart fluttered and leapt when you realized that you and him might very well do this kind of thing together for the rest of your lives.

You had been staring. His eyes bounced toward you in between putting little bottles of skin care products back into their places. He looked so beautiful like this; dressed down in just a pair of comfy gray sweatpants and a clean white t-shirt. Below the shirt his shoulders were broad and you could make out the shape of his beautiful chest.

You must have been frozen by him. You came-to with the brightness of his easy smile that jump-started your heart and you found him staring back at you; leaning against his clean marble countertop of this bathroom. His posture looked too relaxed for how handsome he looked and your eyes followed a slim arm that was draped across his thigh. His other hand braced him up on the counter and in that arm his biceps flexed tightly.

It took you a while to look into his eyes but when you did you were greeted by a tiny smile, a slight eyebrow lift and those deep brown eyes that widened a millimeter once he was finally sure he had your focus inside of his eyes rather than all over the physical shape of the man.

You felt caught; but it was not an uncomfortable feeling. Nothing with Baekhyun was uncomfortable.

He did not speak nor did he move and the silence with which he looked at you lasted for four - five - six slow and deep breaths that you pulled into your lungs until —

“I’m going to make love to you all night,” he whispered through his parted lips and looked at you through half closed eyelids and his quiet declaration flooded through your chest with the force of a megaphone. You felt weak all over. Particularly in your legs with the steadfast determined way this man was looking into your face right now.

“I think you already know how to make someone drop to their knees with just one look, Baekhyun.”

The pace of your own breaths quickened. You were just out of control enough to have said what you had just said. He watched your face in complete silence and when he finally moved it was just a slight parting of his lips when he inhaled a quick breath.

You wanted to touch him. You wanted the warmth of his body temperature in the palm of your hands. You wanted to feel his rapid pulse below your fingertips and with your tongue.

You moved then; stepping up to where he leaned against the counter and you eyed a padded bench just to his right you wrapped your fingers around his wrist and you pulled him; you steered him to that place.

His blinks came slower now. He moved where you placed him and his brown eyes with dark pupils followed your every move.

He was seated before you when you lowered yourself before his parted knees.

His thighs were tensed below your palms and he was so much warmer than the cold hard tiles below your knees. The pain was the first thing you felt but its impact was secondary to the warmth of him. The moment you moved a hand up higher on his thigh you felt him flinch. You weren’t sure why. Perhaps it was from surprise but your eyes sought him out. You found him looking down at you with wide eyes, an open mouth and the tip of his pink wet tongue laying over the front of his teeth. When he moved it was only to close up his mouth and he bit down on his bottom lip. His eyes did not leave you. You reached the space in the middle of him and your hand landed over the heat you felt there, below the fabric of his sweats.

“Take these off,” your own voice sounded foreign to you. It didn’t come out as the soft request you had aimed for; more of an unquestionable commandment.

He was jolted by it; moving instantly, a quiet curse word leaving his lips first with a growl as he lifted hips and pushed away the gray fabric and whatever underwear he wore beneath them.

You reached for him. The second you felt the smooth growing stiffness of him below your lightly tracing fingertips you heard him make a sound. He had lifted his hands to his face and you looked up as you wrapped a hand around him, finding his fingertips splayed over his gaping mouth and his eyes black and transfixed on your movements as you touched him; very gently at first.

The sweats were pulled down only to his thighs and you tugged them down over his knees so they rested over his ankles and, my God, he was beautiful. You watched and felt it happen inside of your hands as he grew harder because of you. You could worship this man; every single part of him was so pretty.

You dipped your face down to him and placed the first light kiss just on his tip, just a tease. When you wrapped your fingers around, then your palm gripped him, holding him steady to take his length into your mouth for the first taste and he was moaning. The sound was glorious.

“F-fuck, Noona, oh god — oh my god.” He was whining; unable to really keep his eyes open but incapable of letting them close completely because he was watching you through his struggling eyelids; through heavy breaths that moved his abdomen up and down and through the restrained light upward thrusts of his hips into your open mouth.

You let him push, just a little, keeping your hand around the base of him when you sucked harder and when you took him into your mouth as far as you could stand, the low timbre of the growl that came from the back of his throat preceded the “fuck, oh my god. Oh my god — I’m losing my mind — holy fuck, Noona.”

Some sounds came out as actual words, mixed in between incomprehensible whines, grunts, and moans. He had slipped forward on the bench for you, letting his knees part open further and you made no efforts to contain the dripping saliva that dripped over your clenched fist. This should be wet. This should be messy. You used the flat of your tongue to massage down the length of him and as you opened your eyes to catch the darkness of his eyes as you moved between his legs, slipping your tongue over the stretchy skin of his balls, you pulled his flesh inside of the vacuum of your mouth and he gasped out loud. His eyes rolled back; his head fell back as well, this fight, whatever futile ideas he had inside of his head that he could somehow prolong this was actively and quickly slipping away from him.

His slim fingertips threaded through your hair, tightening within the strands there to hold onto you. You felt the push of his hips as he pushed himself into your open mouth. You felt the bump of his dick against your soft palate and you relaxed your jaw when you felt his other hand on the other side of your head and he pushed again. The threat of too far — that tempting threat, you pushed against the head of him with your tongue. You relaxed as best as you could and you breathed through your nose; feeling the grip of his fingers tighten as he pushed in again before pulling out of your wet mouth. And it was again and again; he was so overcome. You sucked as he moved and you could feel the change in his muscles; the falter in his rhythm.

He was close. His voice warned, a low whine turning into a quick spoken warning. It had been too much. He couldn't stop it.

“F— fuck, Baby, I’m going to cum.” His hands had let you go. He was giving you maybe a half a second warning. Just enough time to pull your mouth off of him if you wanted. You understood what he meant but you had so much of an obsessive need for every drop of this man inside of you; you stayed put. You sucked on him again, instantly rewarded with tremors along the underside of his length; just below your tongue. He cried out loud and his strong thighs tensed firm below your forearms. Pulses and spasms and the bitter taste of his cum hit the back of your tongue and coated the back of your throat, slipping easily as you swallowed quickly once, then twice; sucking until every drop was pulled from him.

He was left shaking and trembling when you pulled your mouth up. His eyes were closed and he was still pulsing inside of your hand with gentle movements that were timed to his heartbeat. The look on his face was overcome. He looked so good like this. You knew this look was only for you; this man was yours to love.

Oh — you felt aflame. Between the taste of him that lingered on the back of your tongue and the spent and frozen way he stared at you with half closed deep brown eyes, pink cheeks, a heaving chest as he breathed through pink parted lips; you were on fire. His focus stayed fixed on you; his eyes following every one of your movements.

You lifted a hand, lightly wiping away wetness from your mouth with the back of your hand and what remained on your mouth was the smallest self satisfied smile and he closed his eyes up tight with a furrow of his brows and the smallest quiet whine coming from deep in the back of his throat.

“You,” he panted through the whine, mumbling in a tired sounding whisper, “You are in big trouble. You’ll never be able to get rid of me now.”

You were at the sink, brushing your teeth for the second time in under an hour and Baekhyun had slinked his way to lean against a cabinet beside you. He leaned on his shoulder and tilted his head and watched you in silence with a small smile on his lips.

You were spitting and rinsing and he was watching and blinking; not saying anything outside of just watching you. His silence was compelling and every time you looked at him his smile had changed just a little bit. Something was coming. This man could simply not be quiet for this long without the words bursting out of him.

“Noona.” There it was. Your lips were already pulled into a smile fully against your will. You let your lips part so you could bite down just a little on your bottom lip and you hummed out a quiet response as you lifted your eyes, turned to face him and you looked into his questioning face. “You have some more secrets don't you?” You felt the movement of his fingertips as he reached a hand out and lightly trailed the backs of his nails over your top. His movements were so light you felt only the very slight tickle through the material. His eyes followed the path of his hand and you shook your head back and forth with a little shrug.

“Secrets? What kind of secrets do I have?” You asked with raised eyebrows, feigned innocence and a barely concealed smile. He leaned in and at the same time laid his hand on your waist. The shirt was short enough that in his travels his palm slipped below the fabric and you could feel the warmth of his fingertips over your skin.

“Secrets. Things you want from me but won't say out loud. Like what you did to me just now.” He had leaned in so much closer you could feel the warmth of his breath on your lips, you could smell the scent of his skin and with his hand on your waist his fingertips flexed and he dug into your flesh. “Like you wanted me to fuck your mouth — you wanted to suck my dick and swallow all of my cum.” His words erased your smile. You were already overwhelmed by him but him speaking of these things in that low growl of his had your pulse racing.

“What else do you want? You have to tell me, I want to hear it, desperately. I’ll give you anything.” he said. You had your eyes closed and he was everywhere. You could smell the minty toothpaste still on his tongue. You could smell his shampoo. You could smell his body temperature and the way it warmed your own skin and magnified his scent with him this close to you. It had to be biological. Something in his DNA that matched perfectly with yours that made the smell of his living flesh so unbelievably attractive to you. You inhaled a deep breath from the skin of his neck and you felt drunk from it.

“I can’t think of anything right now,” you answered honestly and you felt his low hum vibrate against your body, “but I will tell you when I do.”

“I want some things too,” he said as he pulled his face back just enough for the black of his pupils to nudge you lightly. You looked up and lifted your eyebrows. Your attention had been tuned in to his words but you were unprepared for actions.

You gasped out loud when he moved, surging into you, he bent at the waist and he wrapped strong arms around your hips, lifting you up entirely off guard and of your feet you felt jostled and hoisted; dizzy and disoriented — suddenly upside down and moving. He had tossed you over his shoulders like you were a sack of rice. It was so unexpected that your reaction was loud. You were laughing and frantically grasping at him with your hands that hung over his strong back. It all happened so fast. By the time the panic of the surprise had faded you were tossed onto his bed and at last the world had stopped moving in such unpredictable ways.

When he was back, it was on top of you on the bed with his arms and legs on both sides of you, caging you in. You had a feeling of very slight curiosity about what he might be up to. Not enough to cause you any distress, but he had mentioned some things he wanted a few moments earlier. And he had yet to elaborate.

“What things do you want from me, Baekhyun?”

He was looking at you but he wasn’t inhaling to speak. He just looked into your eyes with his dark brown pupils dancing around your face for longer than you thought he needed to think about it. His silence was nearing the point where it went on for too long when, at last, you heard him take a breath and you watched as his lips parted.

“It’s a lot,” he whispered. “I have so much that I want from you.”

“Tell me. Just start talking.” The curiosity was heating you up inside. It was beginning to get too tempting to know the truth of what his desires were. You hoped it was nothing too weird. You could get on board with most things for him as long as he wasn’t about to ask to bring in another person again.

“It’s not just one thing, Noona. I want… I have wanted you for a long time. I want to do things, I want you to do things.”

He hadn’t said anything of substance yet. Sure he said some words but there was no meaning in them. He was avoiding it. You felt it then, just a bit of frustration with the silly way he danced around the truth.

A part of you even wondered if he was doing this intentionally. You already knew that he enjoyed teasing you. Perhaps he was being vague to build up the tension which you already felt in every single cell in your body at this point. You didn’t need any more tension. You needed this man to start touching you, or kissing you, or doing something with his mouth, if not talking about it, then just doing it. Just the idea that he was dragging this out on purpose added to the pent up feeling you had inside your belly and something once built up had to go somewhere. You wondered if you might actually explode.

You figured he had about twenty more seconds. You weren’t exactly the most patient person even when you weren’t unimaginably turned on and needy. But right now? Right now you wanted this man to do something to you.

You might have shifted your expression; giving your frustrations a place to sink down deep inside. Perhaps this was reflected on your face. Something in your eyes must have changed, because his silent blinking suddenly shifted and he lifted a single eyebrow and his lips pulled into the slightest, barely detectable smirk. Had you been less familiar with this man’s tells you might have missed it. Baekhyun was definitely teasing you.

“Baek,” you began with just a bit of a warning on your tongue, “tell me something — anything. Or do something. You’re making me feel really crazy.”

“I know,” he said and he dipped his head this time, nuzzling the tip of his nose over the fabric covered mound of your breast, “I like making you really crazy.” He repeated the last two words in a lifted octave, as if he was doing a mocking impression of you.

Right now. In a situation such as this. The man was playing games. You could have cursed. You wanted him to touch you and fuck you, not tease you and laugh at you.

His mouth opened then, right over the spot where your nipple sat below the shirt and he bit down on you, just hard enough for you to feel the bite through the shirt and through the bra. His aim was impeccable and the jolt of slight pain and tingles of pleasure that burst through your body made you arch your back and you gasped. When he pulled his face back up he was definitely smirking. Your shirt had a big wet spot from his mouth.

“I have to admit, this is one of the things I want. Teasing you until you get just a little bit mad. You are my pretty little toy and I want to play with you. Noona, I think I might still be a spoiled brat.”

He was moving. You were reeling. This you knew about him already. He knew exactly which buttons to push to get you to react to him exactly like he wanted but hearing him say it with his own lips so plainly was doing something new inside of you. His audacity was shocking. You felt a weird mixture of genuine annoyance and arousal.

Baekhyun had reached for your shorts and he gripped and pulled at the elastic fabric. You complied easily with him; lifting your hips so he could slip them off; feeling the cool air of the room on the skin he was uncovering. Maybe now, maybe the teasing was out of his system.

“A brat should be scolded and you are so fucking hot when you get mad. But I want more than that. I want you to use me like I belong to you. Use me to get off. Fuck me like you want to fuck me. I want you to snap. I want you to sit on my face. I want to suffocate between your thighs, baby, I want to drown in you. I want to wake up with your mouth on my dick. I want to wake up with you on top of me.”

“Should I keep going? Do you want to hear more?” You didn’t know if you did. You kind of needed him to stop talking; you were already feeling overwhelmed by the things he had told you. While he spoke he was undressing you. The panties were gone. Pulling you up just enough to take off your shirt. You didn’t even notice when he unclasped your bra but it was loose enough to fall off when you moved.

But did you want him to tell you more? You felt too weak for any more. This was already way too much for you to take. He was inhaling to speak again. You writhed below him on the bed. You shook your head back and forth. Aside from undressing you, he had at no point actually touched you. You needed the touch. You reached a hand up and touched the side of his face with your fingertips and he turned his head into your hand, grabbing your middle finger in between his teeth and he bit down, pulling the digit into his mouth, you felt the wetness of his tongue as he sucked it far inside. His tongue swirled around your finger a few times and your skin prickled all over with goosebumps.

His mouth. You wanted his mouth. He told you to sit on his face. He was asking for it.

But you were still on your back. You were still caged in by his body on top of you on this bed. It didn’t seem like he planned on moving and he inhaled to speak again.

“I want to fuck you at work — in your office. I think about that so much. I want to bend you over your desk, pull your skirt up over your hips and slip inside; with the blinds closed and an office full of people; with my hand over your mouth. I want to put these ideas into your head so you think about them while checking your email.”

Your eyes widened and you gasped out loud. How dare he say that? You both experienced the very scary, very real close call in that stairwell.

The look in his eyes was different now. He glared down at you, challengingly; still clothed and he knew that saying things like this was so very dangerous. He had lost his mind.

“Baekhyun,” you whispered through tightly closed eyelids as you shook your head back and forth.

You didn’t feel strong enough for this. In the back of your mind you thought that maybe if he was convincing enough you might actually give in to some of these insane desires of his. You’d had the exact same fantasy of the sex in your office only you weren’t unhinged enough to say it outloud and you definitely weren't about to act on it.

“I want to bite you all over. I want to mark you as mine and I want everyone to know it. I want Chet to know it. I hate keeping it a secret. I want you to kiss me in front of him. God, I want to cum inside of you without your birth control — knowing the risks. I’ll do anything to keep you by my side — I’ll buy you anything, tell you anything, do anything for you, get you pregnant with my baby. I’ll elope with you. We can get married without anyone’s permission tomorrow if that means I get to keep you. I have no limits. I want you to scold me right now for even saying all of this.”

“Byun Baekhyun.” You mustered as much authority as you could and you sat up on your elbows. You had told him about your birth control that you always took to help with your periods after the first night you’d slept together. He confessed that he was aware that you took a pill every day, and had put two and two together. But for him to want something so risky? For him to confess all of that? Was he really this brazen?

“Baek, Baby, you need to stop talking.” He had leaned back on his ankles when you sat up. He let his arms hang lifelessly by his side and he looked at you with a wholly desperate expression on his face — furrowed eyebrows and parted and pouting lips that hung open. His face was flushed pink and his breathing was heavy and labored. In his eyes, his pupils were large and black and with each rough exhale his eyes narrowed and he flinched in tiny trembles.

“So shut me up,” he whined through the breaths, “please, Noona.”

He was overwhelmed. You were overwhelmed but you were doing your best to withstand it but the difference between the two of you was staggering.

He was fully clothed and you were completely naked. Yet with his confessions laid out so clearly it felt as if he was the more vulnerable one.

“Take your clothes off,” you said feeling much too reckless, “and lay down,” you pointed a finger to the bed beside you. He was moving, doing as you told him and when his clothes were off you could see that he was already fully hard again. This young and beautiful man — his skin was smooth and golden; his shoulders were broad and strong and as he moved you could make out the muscles in his abdomen that flexed with him. He’d reached a hand up behind his head and tossed the pillow off the bed and when he’d stilled his motions his brown eyes turned to look into yours. He was reaching for you with needy hands, pulling you by the arms until you came to him. Your legs felt weak when you lifted yourself and you straddled him high up on his belly.

“Move higher. Come here,” he said. He was lifting you up, moving you up higher up onto his chest. With your legs parted over his bare skin you could feel your own wetness between your legs. It felt so telling. It felt like too much. You had a slight moment of panic, knowing that he would be able to tell exactly how aroused you were and how badly you wanted him. How could you let go of this nervousness? Baekhyun had just been so honest and so raw with you and he was here below you completely bare, begging for you to let it go and give yourself over to him.

There was no time for any of your protests. He shifted below you quickly, slipping his arms underneath both of your thighs and he lifted you up higher with an impressive strength as his biceps flexed hard below you. You found yourself situated with your legs fully parted right above his face and his big brown eyes looked up at you as he pushed; nuzzling the tip of his nose into you with a bump against your swollen clit. You felt heat from the first breath of air he took deep with a low moan from within your wet center right before he opened his mouth. You had to hold on to the headboard to keep from grabbing his hair; although you did consider it for a moment.

You felt consumed. Literally, the man pulled you into his open mouth, licking and sucking with lips and tongue, all the while the sounds that came from below shocked you with how sinful it felt to hear this with your own ears. The sounds he was making were even more so; with the low moaning, sounds of wetness upon wetness, filthy sounds of sex as his fingertips dug in hard enough to bruise the backs of your thighs. You felt yourself slipping. This felt like nothing you had felt before. With you positioned on top of his greedy mouth like this, you felt everything so entirely and in exactly the right spots. It was hitting you fast. You felt your eyes drifting closed as the first wave overcame your senses. Your mouth flew open with it. You laid a hand on his head; gripping strands of his blond hair between your fingers; probably holding on too tightly; probably pulling his hair too hard.

You’d relaxed your hold on him when the dizziness took over, but the strong grip he held you with and the strong suction you felt from his mouth did not let up. He did not let up. He did not let go when you let go and his demanding mouth took and took. Pulled by force with his sheer strength and commitment until another dizzying wave that quickly took over your body; made your legs shake and tremble and made you cry out loud as it surged through you. Again. He was relentless. He would not stop, despite the very obvious orgasms you had just had, you still felt him pulling you inside his mouth. He still held on so tight. He knew it. He had to have known it. You came right on his face. You had to let go of his hair. You had to let go of the headboard. It was too much and yet, and yet — you pushed up, pushed against his strong grip. The tightness with which he held you into him was finally relinquished.

You toppled over onto the bed. Whatever strength you’d had in your body felt used up and when you moved off of him, Baekhyun followed you. He sat up, slipping his arms around your naked body, following where you landed. You felt too spent for much conscious movement but you recognized how wet he was; his face, his neck, his hair even.

That was you.

You made such a mess of him.

You felt his lips and your own wetness all over your skin. You felt small bites between your legs, high up on your upper thighs. Below your belly button. On your ribs and on your breasts. You felt the pull of his mouth as he marked your skin. Sometimes it hurt. Sometimes it tickled. When he bit down hard on your nipple you jolted to life, surging again with that painful pleasure that came back to you so easily again and again with his mouth on you.

You would find these later. Alone in the shower. Alone while you changed clothes. Reflected in the mirror in places you hadn’t even realized. You would be pulled back to this moment, back to this man, and back to this obsessive love again and again and again.

This same love pulled your eyes open and you found him searching for you; his lips landing into yours you only tasted yourself on his tongue. The first few deep kisses felt filthy, needy, yet so compelling.

You could feel him on top of you, pushing your legs apart for him, pushing inside of you fully. Coloring this love with that same particular shade of desperation that hadn’t quite been satiated yet.

Yes, you had both climaxed enough today.

Yes you had seen plenty of the physical pleasure from each other's bodies but even now as he was inside of you, as he pushed in and pulled out, seeking to go deeper, desperate for more closeness than the physical connection of your bodies could offer, it felt like you needed more. It felt like he wanted more. If there had been a method to slip inside of someone’s mind at a time like this; if he could somehow find a pathway to melt into your heart; you were sure he would do it.

He left you then. It was abrupt. You felt the vacancy without him and it was stark. You instantly missed his body weight pressing your back down into this bed; you felt colder and empty without him.

You found yourself moved. You were lifted by his arms and you turned, leaning yourself into him where he laid you down and when he pushed inside of you again from behind you on this bed, it was like coming back home. You did not want him to leave you. He pushed again. Sure, with his quick shallow pushes you knew he chased his climax. You could tell he was close by the tight grip he held around your breast; by the fingertips that dug into your hip bone, keeping you in place while he fucked you. When the release came you were flooded again by the heat and warmth he gave you; but he did not loosen the hold on you when at last he stopped moving. He held you there still in place, still inside of you as both of your labored breaths turned slower and steadier.

The dizziness and the haze was replaced by peace and drowsiness. You wanted to keep him this way. You did not want him to leave you, no matter what called his attention but he was moving a little. Little movements separate from the small tremors you still felt happening inside of you. He was shifting his position as the spell was wearing off and his mind was alerted to things like the impending mess that threatened to spill out onto this bed or the need to clean up quickly so you could both go to sleep. You’d both been quite involved in this all night and it was getting pretty late.

Baekhyun lifted his head from where he was burrowed in your shoulder, planting the smallest kiss against your bare skin before he did it.

“We should clean up,” he said in a sleepy voice.

You placed a hand behind him on his hip, lightly pressing him down, keeping him from moving from where he laid. He was still inside of you, although he was now softening and molding to the shape of you.

“Can you stay? I want you to stay inside of me. Let’s just sleep like this. Feels nice.”

You felt the movement of his head again as he dropped it back down. Your words had interrupted his retreat so easily. He had told you earlier that he would give you anything you wanted. It only took you asking for him to give in.

“Hmm? You want me to stay inside of you?” His little question sounded surprised at first. You nodded your head and gripped tightly around his arm that was still wrapped around you, strangely worried that he might move and decide that you were crazy to suggest this. But he wasn’t moving; not after hearing you ask him so sweetly if he could stay like this.

“It does feel nice,” you heard his sleepy declaration. “I’ll stay here, Baby.” His hips moved and he pushed into you again. You felt the nudge he gave with his hips and he slipped further inside with the softest moan in the back of his throat. It wasn’t about the sex anymore for either of you, yet keeping this connection with him felt so unimaginably good — perhaps you’d unlocked some heightened level of intimacy here with him, the man you loved more than you’d ever loved anyone else in your entire life.

You felt slight movements in his arms as he reached for a pillow, pulling it under both of your heads, and you could just barely reach the blanket with your fingertips, enough to pull it over your bodies without disturbing the careful connection you kept with each other.

The sleep came so easily. You felt full. You felt whole.

The morning came so suddenly. You woke up in almost the exact same position as you fell asleep in, minus the man who was inside of you. He was located in a tangle of blankets elsewhere on this big bed.

You felt less than awesome. You had a very significant and familiar soreness all over your body; the kind that told you that you’d had some of the best sex of your life the night before. But you were also sticky and pretty gross feeling all over; but mostly between your legs and on the dried stiff feeling bed sheets below you.

Your stirring must have awoken Baekhyun who let out a soft moan from somewhere buried under the blanket. That first moan led to a second one and you caught movement as his fingertips pulled the blanket down to uncover his sleepy and squinting face.

“Morning Baby,” he said in a low voice at least four octaves below his usual speaking voice and it took him a few moments of slowly opening and closing his eyes before he was awake enough to move.

“Ahh,” he complained the second he moved, his face winced and scrunched up in something that looked like half pain, half disgust. “Ahh, oh no — it’s stuck,” he said quietly with a slight hint of alarm in his voice.

“What? Stuck?”

“Shhh…”

He was focusing on something below the blanket. Something that required his attention. You watched and waited quite curiously and after a moment he sighed out a breath and turned to look into your eyes with a sheepish smile. “I’m okay now. My dick was stuck to my thigh,” he said softly with a laugh that consisted of a single chuckle, followed by a groan from deep within his chest.

“Ohhh….oh I’m sore.” He was half giggling, half wincing from it. His sweet laughter brought out the same in you only with each short laugh you could feel the remnants of last night between your legs. It felt terrible and only fueled the hopeless laughter.

“I’m sore too,” you said through your little giggles, “and I slept in the wet spot.” Your lips pulled into a dramatic frown and his eyes widened before he was shaking the bed with his stifled laughter. “The bed’s all crusty below me.” Baekhyun laughed again with his belly this time and he winced at the same time.

“Oh no! Not the wet spot!” He was still giggling but you could tell that while it was very funny to him, he also meant no sarcasm at all in his reaction, “That’s so gross. My poor baby.”

A quick examination of yourself in his bathroom that morning alerted you to a few things of note. You found about 10 individual sex related marks on your body. Most of them on your trunk and abdomen, a few on your inner thighs, one good sized hickey on your right breast, completely visible should you decide to show any cleavage at all for the next five days. Another thing you found right when you vacated his bed and made your way to the bathroom for a short bit of privacy, and much to your very own surprise, was about three strands of blonde hair still tangled in between your fingers.

You did not mention them to him. Instead you busied yourself with showering off every last bit of last night’s aftereffects from your skin and getting dressed for the busy day at work. You’d opted for one of the business outfits Baekhyun had bought for you, all the while catching glimpses of your boyfriend doing the same. Showering, shaving the very little bits of stubble he was actually able to grow on his chin, fixing his hair that was just a little less full because of you, buttoning up a crisp dress shirt and catching every one of your stolen glances with his pretty smile, a blown kiss, or a playful wink.

The air around you both seemed to change the moment you both pulled on the final pieces of your professional suits. You really did look good together. You had sort of a power couple vibe as you walked out the door of that bedroom together.

Inside the elevator you took a small sip of the travel cup of coffee that was handed to you by someone working inside that big house and you tasted what was probably the best tasting cup of coffee you’d ever had in your entire life and your mood was about as elevated as it could be. You caught sight of your reflection in the stainless steel walls of this private elevator. It was garbled and distorted but you did a quick check of the buttons of your dress shirt, making sure it was closed up tight to hide the big red mark there.

“Assistant Byun,” you said softly, padding the button with your fingertips. He turned his eyes over to you as the elevator dinged and opened its doors.

“Do you know how many hickeys I found all over my body this morning? At least ten.” You said it in your best business voice and you heard the stifled chuckle erupt from his chest.

“Miss Manager,” he said with a hand inside his pocket, fidgeting with the key fob he kept in there. “Do you know how many strands of my hair I found in the bed this morning? At least twenty.” He pulled his lips into a wince and shook his head dramatically in disapproval.

You felt the laughter push up your chest but you held your breath to keep it contained.

“Well that’s very rude,” you said softly with a falsely offended tone, lifting a hand to lay over your chest. “You’re very rude, Assistant Byun.” Baekhyun laughed noisily but just kept walking ahead of you toward his car.

“Someone should fire you,” you called out behind him and he laughed again as he pulled the passenger door open and motioned with his hand for you to just get in already.

You climbed into the seat and fastened your seat belt. Right before the door closed noisily though, you heard him mumble his response. “Baby, you can’t fire me. I own the company.”

To Be Continued…

Links - Part 1, … Part 14, Part 15, Part 16

#exo #exo fanfiction #exo smut #baekhyun #exo fic #exo scenario #baekhyun smut

[greycaelum]

ahhh your kaleidoscope series is so heartwarming! i was wondering if its possible to write a timeskip where kikufuku is older and is basically really protective over his mum in public, i think itd be really cute but funny that hes acting like her bodyguard 😭🫶🏻🖤 thank you if you do this! (his parents taught him well)

Kaleidoscope Series—Clouds and Mochi Chapters: { SSS }

—Gojo Satoru X Reader

𑁍 Synopsis:

16-year-old Kouki is just as tall as the 5'8 man. He should thank his Papa's genes later.

"You need something from my mother?"

"M-mother? I w-was just asking directions." The man replied, looking at you and Kouki back and forth.

𑁍 Genre: fluff, family theme, time skip

𑁍 CW/TW: (1.1k)— stranger trying to hit on you, protective Kouki, Kouki can be a little menace, Kouki's thoughts about relationships, didn't proofread, sorry 'bout that

𑁍 A/N: I've been rewriting this ask for several times over the months and only until this very morning did I feel I could finally do it at my own pace. Pardon the very long wait sweetheart, but I do hope you like this one! I hope you have a great weekend everyone~

Kouki is used to being fawn over. Not even bragging, but girls do swoon over him in his class that he has to escape to the rooftop to evade them.

"Eh? Cause me and your Mama are pretty, that's why you look like that." His Papa answered when he told him that girls in his class kept following him.

Papa? Well, he's not really handsome. His Papa is weird. He looks like a really long sugarcane when he stands straight in his violet uniform. Has someone even told his Papa?

Mama though. He thinks you're very beautiful. Kouki really loves his eyes because it's the same color as yours.

So it's not a surprise having a pretty mother that when you go out guys look at you, a little longer than Kouki would approve.

"We have to buy you new clothes, you're not fitting in the ones we bought last year." You sighed and walk to the department store with Kouki trailing behind you. "I know your Papa is tall, but I never thought you'd be this tall too."

Kouki pouts and shrugs.

"You use me to get the high things Ma, why are you poking my height?"

You laughed, teasing him more about girls in school breaking their necks when he passes them. His sister can't keep her mouth shut to get back at him at dinner time.

His Papa told him it was normal. Those kinds of things, getting attracted to the opposite sex because of curiosity. But he's never felt the need to entertain it. Kouki does get confessions but all of them are politely turned down.

"Why should I? It's not like I like her." He sighed at Yusuke, his friend since middle school telling him he's been a real snob with girls, this recent one is the principal's daughter.

"But don't you get curious about getting into a relationship? All that romance and stuff? C'mon, you're not planning to be a hermit or a monk are you?"

He already knows what it's like. Seeing his mother and father every day, Kouki doesn't really feel the need to seek out relationships, especially fleeting ones. It's not like he likes anyone anyway.

"Oh! I know. You're waiting for Mayumi? Right! It's been years since she changed schools. Are you still exchanging emails with her?" Yusuke grinned ear to ear.

"She's like a sister to me." Kouki stood up and pat his pants from the dirt. "I have siblings, and I'm gonna get angry if some boy or girl just dates them for fun too."

Dating... Huh?

He's rather protective of the girls in the house than fooling around. The same goes for his Mama.

"I want this hoodie Ma." Kouki came back to the aisle with a white hoodie in his hand when he saw a man talking to you.

"Do you know where this cafe is? The mall is big and I'm lost." The man—looking late 20s—rub the back of his neck while looking at you intently as you told him the directions.

Asking questions? Probably the man is lost. That's alright, he'll wait here 'til you finish helping the guy.

"Ah, thank you. If you're free can we get coffee together? I'm Hayato."

Formation SSS

"Ma, I was looking for you." Kouki swooped in. Your eyes lit up and smiled. The man was taken aback by his presence but Kouki ignored him and put on a worried face, with a soft voice. "Papa told you to walk slowly. You can't stress my baby sibling walking around tirelessly. The first trimester is really delicate, didn't you hear what the doctor said?"

"What are you talkin—" You frowned and stare at him like he's ridiculously grown three heads.

"Papa mailed me he's waiting in the store, your rings just finished getting cleaned."

You frowned at him with the sudden remarks but he just winked at you and turned around, and everything changed. Slipping his hands into the pockets of his jeans with a blank look on his face, Kouki took one step forward. The man steps back and looks at him with confusion and a glare.

16-year-old Kouki is just as tall as the 5'8 man. He should thank his Papa's genes later.

"You need something from my mother?"

"M-mother? I w-was just asking directions." The man replied, looking at you and Kouki back and forth.

"Go straight in that corridor, turn right at the corner then take the elevator to the ground floor you'll get there." Kouki flatly answered. "Excuse us, my father is not really a patient man."

Kouki ushered you out of the shop. The directions he gave led to the parking lot.

"Y'know, you're really a minion of your father. The only you got from me is your eyes." You chuckled, finding your protective son funnier than scolding his rudeness. "And what baby sibling? Really Kou-chan, after your siblings you still want to babysit another one?" You teased.

Kouki huffs. He really wanted that white hoodie but forgot about it. Unknowingly you didn't realize the direction you're heading.

It was the same cafe the stranger earlier asked you about.

"What took you so long? I was really hungry." His Papa waved.

"Satoru?! I thought you were coming home tomorrow?" You shook your head and sat beside the grinning man. You were quickly enveloped with smothering and teasing.

Kouki sighed at the scene in front of him and turned to his phone, the tread of the recent message is still there.

—————

Him:

Pa.

Papa:

Yes, yes? Miss me Kikufuku? I'm on my way home~ I brought you a ddeokbokki, the spiciest one!

—————

Great, he feels the love. Note his sarcasm, please. Kouki ignored his father's words and got to the point.

—————

Him:

Pa, formation SSS

Papa:

Roger that, where?

Him:

Department store.

Papa:

Okie-dokie on my way Kikufuku.

Him:

On second thought, wait at Cafe Rio

—————

"You two are really!" You huffed but a defeated glint in your eyes.

Kouki stared at his parents getting all lovey-dovey despite the public setting. He should've chosen a more private place to eat.

"I'm gonna get that hoodie, I'll be back." Kouki stood up.

"Owkay~" His Papa chuckled, shooing him away. "Oh, Kikufuku?"

"Mnnn?" Kouki turned back and met his father's thumbs up. This time a genuine tenderness in his Papa's eyes.

"Nice one, son."

Kouki shrugged and waved, walking out of the cafe. His Papa is weird, but he's the only man worthy of his Mama.

On his way out, he saw the man in the department store. The man's eyes were wide open as he stares at his Mama and Papa inside the cafe in disbelief. He then saw Kouki, walking on the other side.

Kouki smirked tauntingly crumpling the man's face and ego more than ever.

Guess what? You're right.

The only thing he inherited from his mother is her eyes. He could be a menace like his father.

—GreyCaelum

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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General/Kaleidoscope Series Taglist: @ice-icebaby @aeanya @gummy-dummy @tender-rosiey

#kaleidoscope series #c&mchapters #gojo kouki #gojo satoru x y/n #jjk gojo married fluff #jjk dad gojo fluff #gojo saika #greycaelum #gojo satoru x wife #husband gojo x wife reader #jjk gojo fluff #married gojo fluff #gojo satoru fluff

[japeneselunchtimerush]

MURASAKIBARA CROSS COLORS PICS I:

A special gift for @raspberrylix Ik its hard when the tag for your favourite character is dead. Im very lucky that there are quite a few people here who post about akashi.

Also the quality of a lot of these are so so bad and Im so sorry but ive tried everything and there's nothing I can do about it.

I love the Mura's sailor uniform its so cute

Look at sleepy Mura🥺🥺 give my boy a blanket and a fluffy pillow please

He looks so...Ugh he is soo🥰🥰

Those cupcakes look so cute and he looks so happy with them

Raindeer Mura looks so baby look at the way hes posing

Butler Mura is also a concept thats a little difficult to understand, chef I get it but butler??

Mura as Honda Tadakatsu (loyal retainer of Tokugawa Ieyasu who did not get wounded on the battlefield)

Bear Mura really fits him, hes big, crazy strong but cute and huggable(I mean bears arent huggable but mura is)

Mura holding a giant Kagami Mochi

Again I have no clue what breed he is but he's a cutie soo..

#murasakibara atsushi #murasakibara cross colors #ill post the rest later because im tired

[ginnyn]

So, Donbros vs Zenkai. It wasn't what I was expecting, but at the same time that doesn't mean it was "bad". It wasn't a traditional VS movie, but it was a VS movie at the end.

What I call a traditional VS movie changes around time but is usually an Extended Episode of a Super Sentai with the team of last year been there as special guests. Sometimes they have interactions, sometimes they don't, but at least some sort of pairing happens in the battle, which is at the end fan service part of this whole thing. And, in all honestly, who watches Super Sentai VS movies not for the fanservice? (Magi vs Deka have Wolzard and DekaMaster pointing each other with their swords for a solid minute only because they need to fulfill their fanservice quota).

Donbros vs Zenkai don't do that. I truly don't know why, honestly. The teams been too different do not feel to me like a good excuse, but whatever the reason, they decided the VS of the title is going to be something different this time.

Both parts, the Zenkai part and the Donbros part have basically the same plot: The Tsuika (Both also happen to be Gold) go mad with greed and power thanks to a... reference to them in the show. In the case of the Pirates, Kachiwa Mochi World was the enemy from the episode No. 9-kai! World Pirates, Pleasant Twokai!, the episode in which the whole Pirate Family is properly introduced, while Don 20: High Nose Elegy, the episode from where the Donbros part takes most of its cues, its the episode in which Jirou transform himself for the first time into Don Torabolt (You know, the real Jirou). The VS now means how the same plot is radically interpreted different by the different series, just based into their themes and the characters.

The Pirate Family goes full on fascist dictatorship, basically conquering the world just to satisfy their own desires and abusing of the Kachiwa Mochi World power, despite they are also affected. They establish one single type of Kachiwa Mochi can be prepared, and there before everyone must conform to this new status quo. And the Zenkaiger cannot live in a world in which uniformity is the status quo.

Because this is the same thing the Tojitendo did. Anyone who didn't conform to their standard was lesser and conforming to those standards for them is extremely difficult, to the point of impossible. Heck, the fact Hakaizer was coerced into working for Zocks is another reference to the Tojitendo, who did the same.

But that´s the point, controlling others thru cruelty, and the Zenkaiger, especially the Kikainoids are acutely aware of that. That's why the plan end up been introducing actual diversity (In Kachiwa Mochi, but still), which introduced kindness back to the people, which introduced a bit of rebellion into the system, and, you know, they are the kind of people who are going to rebel, even if they know the consequences. Why? Because they cannot not do that. Conforming or trying to do it, it will be concede that they are not worth how they are and they know that's wrong. So never again.

This is why the Zenkaiger are evergreen for stories, because there always bullies who want to impose their only way of life, and the Zenkaiger who will say no, as many times as needed.

The Donbros meanwhile are very comfortable in their status quo. Of course, they don't live in a comically oppressive robo/pirate dictatorship, but at the same time they aren't the ones to stop and truly think much about what its happening. Jirou, trying to keep his grip on the Donbros, have got into giving them gifts, since now somehow he has ton of money. The idea is to keep them happy and obedient by giving them what they think they desire, and since neither of them are truly that introspective they haven't caught up to that yet.

The Sono Trio have though.

The three of them serve as comparison points for the story, showing how much uglier and cruel and self important and sad their personalities have become, continually calling them out and trying to confront them so they could see the problem, but, as the series have shown time and time again, the Donbros will prefer to keep a blind eye to the truth unless they are forced into watch it. So Tarou has to come back.

Tarou, as a good red, has the ability to make people confront the truth and help them change, on purpose or not and, as an extreme circumstance, only a tragedy was able to make them realize their own faults and back to the road of their actual happiness.

I hope you already noted, one the main differences between Zenkaiger and Donbros is from where the conflict actually comes from: For the Zenkaiger is always from outside, a world so hostile which hates them just for existing and the continuous fight to demonstrate to that world, or at least to themselves, that the world is wrong and they have value, while for the Donbros is from inside, personalities with that one fatal flaw which handicap their capability to see the forest from the trees, unless they are confronted with extreme circumstances, which sometimes are literal tragedies.

So, this is Donbros vs Zenkai, two series which you give them basically the same plot idea and end up doing something completely different. But, at the same time, both are Super Sentai, so both end in the same place anyway: In the Toei Barren Lands, doing a roll call with a ton of explosions.

I really love this movie, despite is not what I was expecting, to put it mildly. Yeah, the fanservice side (The main dish of a normal VS movie) is lacking, but they just did some of the best two episodes of their respective series back to back, so, if you love either series (Or both like I do), you own to yourself to watch it.

#avataro sentai donbrothers #avataro sentai donbrothers vs zenkaiger #kikai sentai zenkaiger

[musubiki]

Wait is the m34th lime a canon thing or an au?

at this point i think its a canon thing!! i like what it does for his character and the story so i think ill keep it!!!

#i like that it puts him on much more even ground with mochi #and i like that it makes full use of his skillset #and i like the uniforms #its good for him #i think this is his calling guys

[iam-emmet]

//What am I doing with my life??

//this is basically a 'the story thus far' except it's set up like a bad infomercial

Are you bored with your life? Wanting to try new things? See new places?

No?

Well, who cares. Arceus sure doesn't. Congratulations, you've won a great trip to the wonderful land of Ancient Sinnoh! Don't worry about the people you left behind, you won't even be able to remember them anyways!

Welcome to Hisui, the historical name of the beloved Sinnoh region. Here you will learn to fight pokemon thrice your size in hand to hand combat, solve ancient feuds, and cope with the fact that almost everyone here hates your guts!

Just remember to trust your instincts, and if they say don't take the cold medicine, there's probably a good reason for that.

Along the way you will get a phone and contact people from The Future! This includes the twin brother of your soon-to-be adoptive parent (more on that later), as well as the leader of an evil team, and a bunch of other random people.

But not everyone hates you! You have the Warden of Lady Sneasler and some random kid on your side! And let's not forget the blond fuck-face who lives in the walls.

Oh no, it seems you've been sent Back to The Future. Now you're out of time twice! Unfortunately you're also wearing a modified version of an evil organization's uniform so you have to dodge Officer Jennys until you make it to the subway station some rando you met on the internet works at. Luckily, he's actually not a creep and he's your adoptive uncle. Not that you realize that, it's not like him and your dad look basically identical. Not at all...

But that's boring, so now you're going to a private school you probably broke into until a Dragonite decides to carry you off to another region. Whatever, you don't care. You've been displaced so many times it'd be weird if it didn't happen.

[We interrupt this program to give you: Emmet gets to not have to deal with anything bad as his twin didn't go missing. Dumbass decides to eat a weed brownie and is paranoid the weed monster wants to eat his joltiks]

It's fine, you get to catch this cute pokemon. You're smart enough to not eat its 'wish granting mochi' so nothing bad happens-

Oh look, your uncle finally caught up with you. He also hasn't slept in a week and is stupider than usual. Oh no he ate the mochi. Oh wonderful, he's possessed. Now you have to deal with your guardian completely delirious and convinced his brother is back when he's clearly not. It's definitely not scary to watch someone interact with something you can't see.

[We interrupt this program to give you: Welcome to Wonderland, Emmet spends the entire time absolutely blasted out of his fucking mind]

Your time has been cut short as some other God got bored of your existence. Goodbye, fuck you, no one needed to remember you anyways. You're now living in the Who-knows-where Place and get to watch the boy version of you deal with your problems instead. Also your dad went AWOL but we're not entirely sure what he's up to at the moment.

[We interrupt this program to give you: Alternate Emmet got Winter Soldiered after trying to get Ingo back from (where he thought he was) in Team Plasma and Akari didn't get isakaied]

You've actually interacted with that guy before, but you had more problems to deal with than an alternate universe version of your uncle being brainwashed.

That's all we got so far, but aren't you so glad you were chosen for this shitshow?

[@thetraveleroftime]

#pokemon irl #rotomblr #pokeblr #irl pkmn #irl pokemon #pkmn irl #//Ooc #//what is this plot? I dunno. I have no clue either #masterpost #< kinda #//I'll add to it as the plot continues. I was getting confused so I'm sure you guys were #//it's the shitpost blog for a reason #long post

[fsvivi-9]

SENDAI: you dared to look at me despite everything / part one

Disclaimers: this isn't a reader x megumi fanfic, this is an fan made oc x megumi fanfic, past relationships, aged up megumi, takes place now, high tension, high tension

Summary: past lovers, Megumi Fushiguro and Cherry E are forced onto a mission in a remote village in Sendai.

Cherry chewed her lip. Her eyes wanted to look at Megumi, but she couldn't. It had been what, ten months, since they spoken to each other, and the last time they spoken with each other, Cherry was bawling, and Megumi was just staring at her reddish face. Right after he had broken up with her, there wasn't any explanation, just a ‘I wanna break up.’ Megumi was supposedly in love her since they had attended Jujustu High—two years since they graduated, now four years. That is what he had told her under the sakura trees.

Megumi looked just as aloof as he did when they were first grade sorcerers in Jujustu High. His green eyes locked outside the window, taking in the amount of sakura trees senbonzakura had. Sendai was really pretty, just like Yuji had said. His brown eyes gleaming when Cherry mentioned her mission would be in Sendai. He started talking on about how pretty Sendai was. Cherry was regretting a bit for not taking her camera that Gojo-sensei—her former teacher at jujustu High—had given her. Gojo-sensei was also the annoying bum who had sent her on this mission with her own ex boyfriend, Megumi Fushiguro. He swore on the pack of mochi he bought that it wasn't intentional, Gojo-sensei said he chose Cherry E. and Megumi Fushiguro based on their curse grade—grade 2, while for Cherry it was grade 3.

The mission they were put on was for a remote village in Sendai infested with about eighty cursed spirits.

There was a definite answer that probably the majority of the small population of the village was dead. Maybe a few—five to fifteen—people of the village were alive. Gojo-sensei had said that the population before the infection was about forty five. But for some odd reason, the infestation of the village wouldn't spread to near villages despite the cursed spirits’ starting in early 2022 Cherry went with the idea that there was probably a veil in the village.

“Sendai's very beautiful. You two chose to spend your honeymoon somewhere nice.” The driver comments. Cherry and Megumi were barely 22, and they were getting marriage comments. She curses under her breath, they should've just let postponed for the mission to be set in mid 2023. The infection has been in the village for almost a year. But then, the veil or whatever made the infection stay in that village could break. Cherry cursed herself for being so selfish.

Megumi laughs sheepishly, breaking his stare outside the window and towards the shabby driver, “we aren't married. We just need to go somewhere for business purposes.” It felt less for business for Cherry, more of a duty she needed to do with being ‘blessed’ with the Shadow Curse Technique. Megumi, it had been about seven years since he had told her his reason why he became a Jujustu Soreccer. Maybe his reasoning had change. It had been seven years.

Cherry adds onto Megumi's statement, “yeah. We heard in Sendai is where the prettiest beaches are.”

What a total liar. Was my only trait just lying and lying. I lied to myself, and told myself I just liked Megumi as a friend. It was March, hardly any good time to go the beach.

The driver laughs at the two. “Yeah, yeah, sorry. It’s just, what your wearing. Its something similar my wife wore during our honeymoon, when we went to Tokyo,” he tells Cherry. Megumi’s eyes glance over to Cherry, looking at her outfit—the Jujustu High uniform, just slightly more tailored to her liking, with a longer skirt and more tactical for fighting with cursed spirits, and other sorcerers.

Cherry took that with offense—basically everything any one would say to her, she'd take with offense. More with males than with girls. Maybe it was way of protecting herself besides with Jujustu. Cherry picks on her lips and she lets a fake laugh, “wow, your wife must have incredible taste.”

Megumi joins in, “Yeah. Amazing taste.” It makes Cherry gasps a little. Megumi was always really stoic, even during when they had dated, he was mostly always static. It was also the first time they talked besides the mission, and normally. That typical, natural bored expression plastered on his face all the time. Even the childhood pictures she'd get, his face was always that frowning, but not smiling face. It was a little funny when thinking about it, for someone whos hair is like a sea urchin, he had the face of a blank white board, just blank.

“Thank you too, you guys are really nice!” The driver exclaims, oblivious to their sarcastic comments.

The rest of the car ride to Sendai was pretty chill. There was little small talk between Cherry and the driver. The awkward tension between Cherry and Megumi was still as thick, thicker in the lump in Cherry's throat. She wanted to say something to Megumi. Ask him why he broke up with her. Just scream at him. But that'd be childish, wouldn't it? They were bright adults. Not the hormonal teenagers they were at Jujustu High. By the time the driver had driven them to Sendai, the sky was orange and the sun was setting.

“Me– Fushiguro, lets try to find some survivors,” cherry starts. Megumi felt his heart itch, a burn more. Did the nine months make Cherry and him strangers? Couldn't they go back to friends? That was a stupid thought. Megumi was the one who broke up with her, Cherry E. not the other way around.

Megumi bites his lip, “no. We shouldn't try. There's no use trying.”

Cherry's head looks at him, puzzled completely. “Fushiguro, you aren't being serious.” She stares at his eyes, desperately trying to find some type of clue that could tell her that Megumi was joking. But there wasn't any. “These are real people we are talking about. We shouldn't just skip not checking!”

“No. Even if there was people alive, their probably just hiding from the cursed spirits. We will waste time if we search.” Megumi retorts, staring at Cherry coldly.

“But—” Cherry retorts, a thick lump forms in her throat. She bites her lip and mutters an okay to Megumi.

Megumi and Cherry walk towards the small village’s center. It wasn't a long walk, the village was small. Moss had taken over most of the village, and no real human signs of life was there. But something felt off. These were meant to be somewhat strong spirits, but it felt like there was no cursed energy. Cherry couldn't feel anything. It was suspicious.

Cherry clicks her tongues, “Fushiguro.”

Megumi’s head jerks over to look at her. Cherry’s face was serious, dead pan on something. She was smiling always so it felt odd to see her like that.

“it feels like there's no, no cursed energy here.”

Megumi thinks for a slight moment, “maybe you just got stronger. You are an amazing soreccer."

Cherry laughs at his comment quietly and sheepishly. But her heart felt itchy for an odd reason. Like an odd banging, like the strings of her huge heart were trying to escape or something. She bites her lip. I thought he hated me? Why would he say that? No, wait. He's just knows I'm an okay soreccer. “Yeah, yeah Megumi. There's no way I can get stronger in ten months.” She says with an another laugh.

His green eyes stare at her face in disbelief. “You are amazing. Let's just look for cursed spirits.”

She laughs, twirling a strand of her silk like hair. Cherry scans the village. Megumi taps his foot, doing the same and scanning around the village. There was nothing. The two couldn't feel any cursed energy despite Gojo-sensei claiming that there an infestion and the cursed spirits being grade two spirits. It was odd to say the least. It just looked abandoned. There was no hints it was infested with spirits.

“I think gojo-sensei is a liar.”

Megumi jerks, “what?”

“You heard me, boy. I think Gojo-sensei is a liar. There's nothing in sight, didn't even feel when we were going here.”

He rubs his nape. “But, Cherry. You realise this Gojo who your talking about?”

“Just because he's the strongest jujustu sorcerer doesn't mean he can be wrong,” she adds. Cherry swings her sword in the air before taking a seat.

“It just feels like…” she trails off, sucking on her lips. No, you can't just say it. Then everything you and Megumi will be gone, even if it's little, what if he finds it weird. Not once did Megumi ever find Cherry weird. In fact, he thought she was super cool. That's what caused his ‘little’ crush on her. Megumi thought the way she would skate around the block was really cool. Everything about her was cool. Cherry would disagree. She was just a girl. A pathetic one at that

Megumi takes a moment to process her words. He doesn't reply, but instead joins her. He sits awkwardly away from her. Too far. But they were broken up. Of course he wouldn't sit so close. Cherry's heart felt as if it was gonna break. There was banging her head. It made her dizzy, and before she knew it, she fell asleep. Megumi blinks, and tucks a hair behind her light hair.

“You're really silly, y'know that?”

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Tenjiku's Prince

Chapter 3: War

WC: .7k

Days passed without a word from the Haitani's squad; and while everyone else seemed concerned, Izana didn't seem to pay much attention to the missing brothers. Meetings continued per usual, much to my resentment; listening to Izana bragging about his achievements for an hour is frustrating to no end. But even through all that, there was still something about him that I couldn't describe.

He was charming in the worst sense of the word. At the time, I couldn't quite put my finger on what was so special about him. His passion for violence? His soft, orchid eyes? His melodious voice?

I was snapped out of my thoughts by a loud banging on the door of the old warehouse where Tenjiku held its meetings. The banging was frantic as if it was a bunny being chased by wolves. Izana stopped, his expression unreadable as he flicked his wrist towards Mochi. He understood what Izana was saying, and he moved the under levels aside and stood behind the door, opening it for whoever was outside.

Two men fell onto the ground when Mochi opened the door, soaking wet from the rain and clearly hurt. It took the taller one lifting his head for everyone to realize who these people were.

The Haitani Brothers.

The rest of their squad walked in behind their leaders, clearly just as hurt, if not worse. Izana stood, slamming his hands on the table in front of him with a look of unbridled rage.

"You fuckers interrupted my meeting," Izana gritted his teeth, "And you're bleeding on my floor."

Rindou lifted his head, clearly hurt worse than his brother, "We have information, sir..."

Izana's eyes widened, not in surprise, but in dystopian triumph, "Don't change the subject, Colgate. Get to the back room with your squad."

Ran helped his brother up and led his squad to the back room. The executives looked amongst each other with a look of concern and confusion. They stayed silent for while Izana followed behind the Haitanis into the back.

Shion was the first to speak, "Until the great leader returns, I will be in charge."

"Shut it, shit-for-brains. Leading requires a skill that you do not possess," Mucho yelled, "Everyone, just wait for Izana to return/ Don't listen to the fodder executive who kisses Izana's ass on the daily."

Everyone observed the scene in front of them with amusement. Some watched the fight between Shion and Mucho, while others turned and talked amongst each other. I returned to my thoughts about Izana.

After a few moments, Izana returned from the back, slamming the door to shut everyone up. Everybody stopped talking, Shion and Mucho returned to their seats. Izana had that same look on his face; that same blank look and the same wide eyes.

Izana sat back down and smiled at us, "In three days, we attack."

He had to be joking. Most of the new members didn't even have uniforms yet, and now they're supposed to be fighting in a territory war? As much as I didn't want to believe it, Izana's eyes bore the message that the words that came out of his mouth were genuine. Even Izana's most loyal supporters looked at one another with a look of dread.

He was insane.

"We're taking the Blooming Moons of Yokohama. They're well established; the Haitanis estimated that they have about 500 members."

There wasn't a single person in that room who thought that taking the Blooming Moons was a good idea. They were scared at the premise of fighting such an established gang. The Blooming Moons were terrible; their boss was the worst. Yuuki Katsu would do anything to gain power; he was completely sick.

Izana looked down at all of his followers with that same void look, his hands gripping the table so tightly that his knuckles were white. It was a scary look, but not in the sense that he would hurt us, but that he was not in a good state. Shion and Koko were shooting each other concerning glances while the other executives bowed their heads in thought.

"In two days, we strike. Be ready," Izana's voice was barely audible, "The new members will receive their uniforms shortly. Until then, I need a word with the executives."

With a flick of his wrist, we were dismissed. Nobody was complaining about leaving the meeting; we all had that same shared feeling of disconcert. If there was anyone on the fence about Izana, we were all on the same side of it now.

He's delusional.

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MASTERLIST

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My Dumb Thoughts on Higurashi- Onikakushi

The first of my Higurashi Reactions I started on Reddit, now with GIFS! These are basically the notes I put down of my thoughts after each chapter.( I'm not sure if long posts like this are seen as okay, so I may break up the later chapters for readability) [also spoilers for Onikakushi, obviously]

Oh, and before I begin, I read the main five in the following voices:

Rena and Keiichi: higher and lower versions of my own voice

Satoko: heavy enunciation

Mion: Peni Parker's Sonic voice

Rika: Cherami Leigh's voice for Sunako in Shiki

any other voice, I'll say when they show up. With that, let's begin!

Well, that was an uncomfortable opening 

Ch 1-1

Honestly the fact Keiichi’s mom has no sprite way more unnerving than it should be

Keiichi, you’re gross. Stop that

Oh hi Rika, I can’t wait for you to murder me and/or Satoko and for it to be like big sad.

Tip about the uniforms: ah, either Mion’s relatives are part of some sort of criminal underground, or this is a pervert thing.

Ch 1-2

WHY DOES MION HAVE A GUN?!

Hello?

(Zero Escape 999) Rika giving me some *Redacted* vibes with these rabbits

Yes, this is a cute picnic, but Mion still has a gun, and no one has said anything about it.

Tomitake Is voiced by Kyle Herbert (specifically his Kaito voice). No one can tell me otherwise

Oh, shit a Sanders Statue!

When Rena talks like my great grandpa side stepping topics ‘,:(

Why is there no tip about the GUN?!?! - future me here to say I now know why no one talks about the gun. thank you. -

Ch 1-3

Should have believed in the heart of the cards, Keechi.

So Mion is shady about the 79’ murder too, Huh?

Never let go Sanders!

The XX killer be like:

That moment when you completely redress to grab an axe.

Ch 1-4

Zimbo Zamboo Zombie blasto!

Man, Mion had to be really lucky to fake a tagging. Like how did that even happen?

Ayyyy Tomitake!

I’d love for a pic of the guy who died in 79’ to show up and its straight up Colonel Sanders given the parallels

Ch 1-5

I don’t like the one kid who canonically has a gun is the one proposing a “four demon fire-fight”

Oh hey, it’s like me playing pook. Keiichi has learned to believe in the heart of the cards!

Rika: So, you want to die? That can be arranged.

You insinuating somthin’ Rika? I don’t like that tone

Ch 1-6

Festival time!!

+ Tomitake has joined the party+

Me: *suddenly realizes we now have six ppl for parallels*

Spooky time with Tomitake and new lady (I’ll call her Ms. Clover until I get an actual name) - also I realized later I forgot to give her a voice, so she's british-

And then nothing bad happened.

Ch 1-7

Well this is a funky version of clue… I wanna try it.

Rika, stop saying cryptic stuff like that. Stop it. Get some help.

Ooishi, sir, you look constantly high. I think I'll give you a southern drawl.

NO!! Tomitake!! Oh, and Ms. Clover is missing, I guess.

Oh god, that’s deeply upsetting.

Secret~ agent~ Keiichi~!

Tomitake isn’t you’re name ?!?

Ah so Ms. Clover is Miyo, and she’s a nurse from nearby. Neat.

Ch 1-8

Two events masquerading as one event. They’re evolving…

“You got home safely, right?” sus

Secret member Satoshi has entered the chat

Hmmmm so that cat eye thing is not just Miyo. Hmmmmmmmm

I don’t like Rena-x.

double don’t like this door shenanigan thing. You call that officer back right now! Keiichi!

Ch 1-9

I feel that Keiichi +passes out for nine hours+

The staple of mysteries, gossiping grannies!

Ooishi out here to drop some truth bombs. Oh shit, may have been too much.

Huh I wonder why he censors death in his own mind there? Maybe effects of something.

Keiichi you are so lucky they don’t know your family’s away.

So, either A, there’s a spy network, or B, they can do some sort of vision thing. Not fun either way.

Welcome to the “Keiichi digs himself into a bigger hole” hour. I hope the conclusion of this game is him eventually learning to talk around the truth.

Keiichi if you don’t cut open those Mochi to check them I swear to shogoth!

God damn it.

Keiichi, you currently have an in with the cops, and actual evidence of an attempt on your life. LEAVE! Find safety, Please!

Ch 1-10

What Keiichi’s brain feels like:

I wonder what they would have said if Keiichi had guessed the mochi?

Keiichi: I just have to act normal

Also Keiichi: No I won’t play games because that would be nice.

*Telling parents about the clock* Ah yes, very subtle Keiichi.

TIP: Hmm… is this implying Satako or Rika aren’t fully in the know? Seems the only reason to play it coy like this.

*Casually looks up how long the game is*

Ch 1-11

White van dude:

IDK why but I imagined Keiichi flying back with a twirl like in a fighting game.

Okay Rika definitely knows as much if not more than everyone else.

Man this sucks Keiichi.

Rena: I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…

Store Tip: huh, does Keiichi have like an eidetic memory or something? Also, hi langolier in my memory.

Ch 1-12

Wait this should be the weekend… *googles* man, tough luck Hinamizawa's a Sunday only town.

Spilling all the beans today, aren’t we Keiichi?

Mion and Keiichi:

(art by @ratt-lord)

Oooo secret past of Mion and Ooishi, sounds interesting.

This cycle? Keiichi do you know something I don’t?

So you’re saying Oyashiro-sama is what, a Cubs fan? God of bats?

That set up with Rena sounds like those guys probably deserved to get beat up.

Wild goons have appeared!

When you monologue so hard you can actually freeze time… HE REALLY IS SHADOW!!!

The Manager? Ryuukishi!?!

Keiichi, Quick! What number was the mochi?

Oh no.

Oh no oh no.

Sorry the most important part was stolen bud. Also, it’s weird they left the white van stuff. Must be pretty confident.

AFTER PARTY

Tomitake!!! You’re Back!

When you are too poor to get a character sprite #Protag-Problems

Love this theory talk. Personally, I’m going with it being people, but the curse is also going on but as an unrelated thing. Also I feel like maybe the girl's astral project or something.

So there's my Reaction for Onikakushi. The later ones have a lot more custom memes, so I hope you like the one I added in here. I'll try uploading Watanagashi some time in the next few days. See You Soon!

#higurashi #higurash no naku koro ni #reaction #long reads #memes #dumb-thoughts-series #so many gifs #humour #visual novel #Onikakushi spoilers

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Drabble Shot 1- “Really wish you were here-“

Words: 333 {EraserMic} Support Me on Ko-fi

Hizashi both loved and hated being a hero with his husband.

No matter what he would love being able to help and save people, to bring a smile to his listener’s faces when they recognize him out in public. But what he wouldn’t do for a night off with Shouta.

It had only been a few nights when his phone rang, gartering Shouta’s attention just as they were getting ready for bed after a day of teaching their students before break. Hizashi knew how exhausted Sho was but they were heroes, you never knew who would be on the other side of the phone. Hizashi wished Shouta never picked up his phone that night.

A sigh left his mouth as soon as he muted the mic to his radio station, letting the music flow through the system as he loaded another song into the playlist. It was supposed to be their anniversary tonight and neither of them were home where they should be. Cuddled on the couch with Ghost and Mochi trying to steal attention from either of them, a random movie on the television as they just relaxed for a while.

“Really wish you were here.” The words leaving Hizashi with a quiet sigh as he reached for the now-cold mug of coffee that was nearby, his hair wasn’t styled in its usual way, just tied away from his face as he pushed the bridge of his glasses back up his nose. “Happy anniversary, Sho.”

“Am I too late?”

Shouta’s voice came from the door as he leaned against the side of it, goggles tiredly pulled down and around his neck as he held a bouquet of wooden, painted, roses. He knew how Hizashi hated throwing away old deadened flowers when they lost their colors.

Hizashi spun around in his chair quickly, his eyes immediately locking onto his husbands as he jumped out from his chair, latching his arms around Shouta tightly as he buried his face against his husband’s uniform. “Never—“

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