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hotcheetohatredwastaken · 4 months

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what do you think the chains favorite breakfast foods are (if they eat breakfast)

I WAS HALFWAY THROUGH ANSWERING THIS AND MY PHONE DIED AND DELETED EVERYTHING I HAD WRITTEN, DEATH AND SORROW AND DESPAIR.

Okay I'm good now.

ANYWAYS, I split you ask into two sections: first, their favorite food ever if they can get their hands on it, the second what they like to eat on the road. And then a final unhinged rant at the bottom about the one thing about teenage boys/young men and their food that I'll never understand: Bacon.

Legend--I have a feeling that he likes sweets. Specifically, waffles with whipped cream and berries. They're a little burnt, but Ravio made them for him, so he'll pretend he doesn't notice (and grows to like them better that way). On the road, he'll go for coffee/tea (he's not picky) if one of the others make it, or nothing at all.

Hyrule--does he have a favorite breakfast food? Food isn't very stable where he comes from--Legend and Wild would spoil him so much in regard of expanding his palate. But I imagine that something like a fried mixture of beef/sausage, vegetables, and a starch (perhaps an even poorer version of an already poor person food Shepherd's Pie, perhaps? it could be a breakfast food) would be a sort of filling, tasty, and easy to procure/make/preserve food that he'd like. On that note, I would say something simple, easy to get and preserve, and hardy would be his go to breakfast on the road--maybe meat jerky.

Wild--Also a sweets person. Fruit cake, cinnamon rolls, frosted cupcakes, basically all the little delicacies he could get at a dumb party 100 years ago, he ain't picky, it's for breakfast and it's fueling a day long sugar high. On the road he, unlike the other Links, can be pretty creative with his breakfasts, and he likes his spice as well. So, I think he'd like Meaty rice balls.

Four--direct this question to someone else please. He has four voices in his head fighting to answer right now, and none of them agree. I surely dont know if he doesn't.

Time--Pancakes and farm-fresh scrambled eggs and toast with jam. Malon makes it for him. What can I say. On the road he is a habitual coffee drinker, he wouldn't be functioning in the mornings without it. But he'll also take a poached egg if he has the time (heh).

Warrior--unlike Time who is a habitual coffee drinker, he is a coffee connoisseur. He likes the breakfasts they serve at the castle--a lot of meats and fruits, expensive, and on top of it all, well plated. Not to say that he can't eat simply--he was in a war, mind you--just that he prefers not to. On the road, he strikes me as the kind that would drink those tasteless quick oats (y'know you just add water, shake and go?) and also be very vocal about much time (heh) it's saving him (being none). I don't know what the Hyrule equivalent of those are.

Twilight--our favorite country boy. I think he likes a true southern breakfast. Ham and pan-fried potatoes and eggs over-easy, with a side of cheesy grits and sausage biscuits and gravy like Uli used to make for him (I HC this man has a black hole of a stomach, out of all the Links). On the road he'll inhale a boiled egg or two (salted and peppered if he's feeling fancy) that Wild made for him. I also head canon that Twilight likes tea with an intensity. And not only sweet tea, but like, ALL of the teas. He gets obsessive. I literally have in my detail/subplot tracking documents for BDOR the following entry underneath chapter 8--Tea: "Twilight’s cure to Wild’s voice is tea. His cure to life’s woes is tea."

Wind--whatever his grandma is making, probably with seafood involved. I've had a crab-spinach-egg casserole for breakfast before, it was good, so I'll give him that. On the road, I can see him packing a lot of bread and some meat (dried fish if he can get it).

Sky--This guy honestly has me stumped. Do those on Skyloft eat Loftwing eggs, or are they considered taboo? They have a lot of pumpkins around--do they incorporate them into their meals?@needfantasticstories you know a lot of Skyward Sword lore, bequeath me your wisdom. Anyways on the road he's a meat and bread person like Wind. Practical.

Now, for my rant about young men and their food quirks:

Bacon. Bacon, as I have witnessed, drives the most reasonable of men insane.

I just a few things to say about this. I have younger brothers, and I born witness to many male sleepover parties. I--as the resident nasty fe-male XD--have been (forced) to cook for them in the mornings. Set a pile of bacon in front of them (or really any meat, but I have found that bacon has the strongest affect) and they turn into WOLVES. They start to crowd around and stare as soon as they begin to smell it (which hey, give me space in the kitchen, please!), snatch it up before the grease even cools, and then retreat into their separate corners of the living room/kitchen and scarf it down, all while avoiding eye contact and projecting just how much they don't care about the bacon they're eating (perhaps so one of the others don't take notice and try to steal it). There's an odd little ritual/rules to the thing, too: for example, it's frowned upon to take more than three or four pieces at a time, there has to be enough for everyone, obviously; but if you finish a second and third serving before some poor sod stumbles in and gets himself a piece--why that is acceptable, even encouraged. But at all times, you could feel them watching each other, judging whether each person had taken acceptable amounts. 6 at once, I have determined, is veritably considered too much, as I have watched an entire group of mid-late teenage boys chase another through the house and outside for this crime of greed. Another thing was the presence of literally any other edible food. If there was anything else--eggs, fruit, even something like a few slices of unbuttered toast or coffee or juice sitting out, this reaction was largely tempered--even if none of the boys took the other foods, they would take a meager one or two pieces of bacon and be satisfied, perhaps reassured that other food was present and their hope of a filling breakfast was not in vain. Most, at that point they would restrain themselves from eating anything (other than their bacon tax) and wait so that everyone could eat together. But the mad scramble that occurs when there is bacon and only bacon in the kitchen (even if other things are cooking, nearly done, and visible to them) is otherworldly.

I never saw it with anything else, not eggs, not fruit, not even sausage or any other breakfast food. And it must be noted that I was exempt from their little ritual of judgement--perhaps as the only woman, or perhaps as the cook, I was allowed to take as much bacon as I liked from the pile, once the initial wave had attacked and retreated with their bounty (and the strips of bacon had cooled enough that mortal human hands such as my own could pick them up). And while they behaved like beasts, I was always very politely thanked for making breakfast once it was over and the frenzy had abated.

Anyways, your ask got me thinking about Malon making a pile of bacon for the boys, activating the beforehand undiscovered "PANIC! BACON!" mode in their brains, and just being utterly confused as they turn into animals. Just the boys descend, and then a few shouts of "Thanks, Malon!" drift in on the wind as they scatter like racoons with treasure, leaving an empty plate spinning behind them.

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 6 months

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The Purple Sign. Part V

Self-Aware! Oda Sakunosuke x GN! Reader

Description: There is The Purple Sign on your door. Part V

Fluff. Oda pampering

Curry recipe I used in this oneshot

Warning: OOC. English is my second language

You heard some noise coming outside your room. Children's voices. And heavy steps.

Then someone knocked on your door and, after some waiting, opened the door.

Oda Sakunosuke was standing on your room's doorstep. Along with his five kids.

Well... Almost standing.

Kousuke hung on Oda like a koala, wrapping his arms and legs around Oda from the back.

Katsumi grabbed Oda's left arm and was hugging it.

Shinji and Yu were hugging Oda's legs, keeping the man in one place.

Sakura was simply holding Oda's right hand.

Oda looked amused, embarrassed and tried. Still, he doesn't seem to view the current situation as something bad. And tiredness... It didn't come because of the kids.

Sakura took a step forward and handed you The Purple Sign.

"[Y/N]! We want to ask you to pamper Oda! He is sad and needs some attention!"

Shinji looked up at you.

"He didn't want to bother you, so we bring him here."

Yu's voice sounded serious. A little comically serious.

"We know, that he is in good hands with you."

Katsumi point at you.

"So don't break our trust."

Kousuke frowned, looking at you.

"Or we will be sad and eat all your snacks!"

This five were so serious. It took all of your willpower not to laugh and pinch their cheeks.

You cast a quick glance at Oda and took The Purple Sign from Sakura.

"Well, I will do it. Oda is in good hands. I promise."

Kids looked satisfied and lose their grips on Oda. After few more serious stares towards you, the kids left you and Oda alone.

You smiled.

"They won't let anyone feel down. They are great kids."

Oda hummed in return. You handed The Purple Sign to Oda.

"Oda, if you don't want it, it's okay. You could sleep here, so kids won't know. Just, remember, I will always be there for you."

It took Oda some time to make a decision. He took The Purple Sign and hang it on your door.

That's the only answer you need.

__________

You were in the kitchen, making curry.

Rice and tofu were slowly fried on the pan. You were carefully mixing them up with a wooden spoon.

And Oda Sakunosuke was hugging you from behind and leaning on you. He almost lay on you.

Both of you were quiet. You were listening to Oda's heartbeat.

And he was listening to yours.

Oda always told you, that he likes it, when you are near him. When he can feel your warmth and heartbeat.

Every time Oda came to you with The Purple Sign, he insisted on holding you close.

"You are your own person. You can choose whatever life you want, Oda."

You add curry powder, then some soy sauce.

Oda rubbed his cheek against yours. His stubble tickle. He hugged you tighter.

"It's not my place to order you to do anything. If you think, that you can write a novel, then do it."

Garlic and ginger were added to the mix. The aroma of spices filled the room. Fresh basil were added shortly after them.

Oda hummed and kissed the back of your neck.

"It smells great, Novel Luck."

You still have no idea, how he came with this nickname.

"Don't do things you don't want to, or you aren't ready. You are your own real living breathing person."

When curry was ready, you put it on two plates and add a raw egg on top of both servings.

"Nevertheless, came to me, if you feel down. I am here. I am near."

You insist on baking them a little, before eating. Oda simply squeezed you in agreement.

_______

You two were back into your room.

The purple lights were on. Tea was served. And you two were sitting next to each other, eating curry.

From time to time you kissed his cheek. In return, he hug you closer to his side.

After curry was eaten, you open the emergency shelf and take few books from the drawer with Oda's name on it.

Every month you took random books from the library and put it in Oda's drawer.

You take any book you can see. Author, genre and length don't matter.

You and Oda read books. Well, Oda read them and his voice is shooting. You sit on his lap and hold the book. His embrace is warm.

_________

Oda is laying on your bed, while you are laying on him. You caress his cheek.

"Want to share something with me?"

Oda shook his head.

"Nothing much. Except for one thing..."

Oda pulled you closer.

"I am glad to have others in my life. And I am happy and lucky to have you in my life. Thank you, [Y/N]."

Oda kissed your forehead, cheeks, nose and chin multiple times.

His stubble tickles you again, and you let out a small laugh.

Tonight you slept on Oda. His arms were holding you close to his chest. His breathing was shooting. You were covered in blankets.

You two were safe. Ready to build your own tomorrow.

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bbangi · 3 months

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Comfort Food

Hailee Steinfeld × Actress!Fem!Reader

Summery: You had a really rough day and didn't expect your girlfriend to make your comfort dish at home.

" Lee? I am home!! " You said like if you were in a sitcom, even though you were tired, you would never let Hailee know it.

" Oh, Hi Babe! " Hailee excitedly said, appearing in the kitchen's door frame. You quickly noticed that her hands were covered by gloves that looked sticky.

" What are you doing there? Must I worry about you and the fire's relationship? " You said chuckling as Hailee's expression went from excitedly to playfully offended.

" You must not! I am not using fire, " She said and quickly got back to the kitchen.

You made your way to the kitchen to try and soy on Hailee, but she was quicker than you using her well-known Spider 6th sense.

" Don't come in here now! Go take a shower, then you can come back and eat. "

" Ok ok spider girl, imma take a shower," you said, giving up and starting your way totally he bathroom " Don't burn the kitchen down!! " You screamed at her.

" I will not chef! " She screamed back.

Hailee was too invested in doing whatever she was cooking for, noticing you getting back into the kitchen after a relaxing shower and going right behind her.

" Whatcha doin' baby monster? " You ask, scaring her while scanning the table. Spam, two bowls of white rice with a brown sauce in it and two fried eggs.

" Hey! What are you doing here??? You're not supposed to enter until I say so! " She says, putting her hands on your eyes. " Go to the table, I'm almost finished "

Y/N waited for about 10 minutes. That was when Hailee came to the table with two bowls of spam poke and chopsticks. You could not lie. You were really surprised, Hailee it's not someone you can trust in the kitchen but this... this looks amazing and tasty.

" Florence told me about your day, Love," Hailee said in the sweetest voice you've ever heard coming from her. " So I am here to help you this night, please enjoy your favorite meal! "

" O-oh my god, thank you so much Lee. I love you " You said in shock and gave her a quick peck on the lips before you dived on the food.

" My Gosh Hailee! This is incredible! " You said with your mouth full.

" Really!? " And now you busted her ego " I think I have the talent for the kitchen you know? " She said with a sly smirk on her face.

" I think you should stay in front of the cameras my love "

" I agree, never doing this again. Unless is for you. I love you "

" I love you too, thank you so much Babe "

#hailee steinfeld #hailee steinfield x reader #fem!reader #blurb

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narafeedee · 3 months

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What’s your go to fast food meal?

this is a fun question, thank you!! i always order the same things at places once i find something i like, so this turned into an absurdly detailed response very quickly

i think my most-eaten meal lately is two double cheeseburgers and a large diet coke because the burgers are BOGO for 29c. if i’m feeling particularly frisky and fat-walleted i’ll get the bakers dozen cookie tote.

in an alternate timeline where budgets don’t exist, i’d be getting a large DQPC meal mayo and pickles only, with a large diet coke, two mcchickens add mustard no lettuce, and either a cookie tote or two of whatever the specialty pies are

i eat McDonalds every day so naturally that’s where my mind went, my go-to orders elsewhere (in order from most to least frequent visits) are:

Tim Horton’s: XL coffee 3 creams, 2 sugars, 1 caramel and a sausage egg and cheese sandwich on a biscuit, every day with very few exceptions. once every couple months i’ll do McDonalds instead and get whatever breakfast sandwich deal they have - usually $2 sausage egg and cheese mcgriddle - and a large vanilla iced coffee

i eat at one of the places listed below maybe once every couple weeks:

BK: 3 to 6 rodeo burgers add mayo add fresh onion, large diet coke, sometimes a hershey pie

Wendy’s: $5 Biggie Bag - which is a double stack, 4 nuggets, small fry, small diet coke; if i wanna splurge i’ll get a large Dave’s Double combo no lettuce no ketchup, large diet coke, medium frosty

Taco Bell: i checked the app to be able to use the actual names of the things i usually order from Taco Hell but i just learned the chicken things i used to get every time are no longer on the fucking menu so i don’t know what i like at Taco Bell anymore and i’m a little salty rn. first they took away my grilled shredded chicken burritos with extra avocado ranch away from me, now this? what the fuck

KFC: two famous bowls and at least 8 hot sauce packets for each bowl, then stop at McDonalds for a large diet coke

Popeyes: blackened chicken tenders (whatever the best meal promo is), red beans and rice, blackened ranch for dipping, something sweet but i change it up every time, large sweet tea from Popeyes or a large diet coke from McDonalds

Checker’s: two large orders of mozzarella sticks, big buford no lettuce, large diet coke, large fries, funnel cake fries or brookie

everything else i eat in a day is normally freezer food - pizza rolls, waffles, uncrustables - or ubereats delivery. i also order the exact same things from the same 3 places on rotation when i order delivery. i don’t have an adequate kitchen to cook how i want to where i live right now but it gives me something to look forward to having someday 🤷🏻‍♀️

#this made my brain happy thank you #narafeedee #naraanswers

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myoongiverse16 · 10 months

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"You haven't had your first kiss yet"

BTS x reader

A/N: This imagine took a hecka ton of thought and it’s also hecka long but I promise it’s worth it😉. It also had me squealing and rolling on the floor, even though I wrote it😂.

Summary: You face the guys about not having your first kiss and it doesn’t quite go how you expected.

Genre: Fluffity fluff fluff

Warnings: Kissing🤓

WWH Jin 😘

A normal thing for Jin was to already be in your apartment waiting for you to come home. You had given him a key a long time ago, since you two were friends for quite some time now. This time you found him in the kitchen, again this was another normal thing for Jin to just show up and start cooking you food. It was especially nice when you had a bad day and you came home to your apartment smelling like heaven.

“Hi jagiya!” There was that nickname again, a thing that had been on your mind about confronting him about. You had no idea what it had meant, until a few weeks ago when you looked it up on google translate. This was something that made you wonder what you two were to each other.

“Hey, Jin Jin.” He smiled at your nickname.

“How was work today?” You sighed as you sat on a stool and splattered your arms on the counter in front of you. “That bad, huh,” he folded his arms on the counter across from you. You peeked up at him and nodded your head with a pout.

“I’m sorry, jagi,” he pouted. Then he smiled and shot up. “Let your Jinnie make it all better!” You smiled then sat up. “Hey, look! We already made progress!” He beamed then went back to the stove and served you a dish of whatever he was cooking.

“Here you go! Your favorite!” He placed a bowl of kimchi fried rice with a sunny side up egg on top. You sniffed then walked around the counter and hugged Jin.

“You're the best Jin,” you buried your face in his chest. He squeezed you back and rested his head on yours. You finally pulled away and your faces were now merely inches away from each other. You looked up at him and gulped. His half lidded eyes and plump lips were right in front of you.

“Jin?” You whispered.

“Yeah?” He breathed, then all of a sudden leaned in.

Now Jin, your best friend for almost 5 years, was kissing you.

This was your first kiss and Jin obviously had no idea, so you kind of just stood there with your eyes wide open as he held your shoulders and kissed you.

Realizing you weren’t kissing back, he pulled away.

“Is something wrong?” His eyes widened. “Oh no! Did I get the wrong idea?” You immediately shook your head.

“No!” You cleared your throat. “It’s just,” you sighed. “I’ve never had my first kiss before and I didn’t know how to react.” You shrugged.

“Oh,” his eyes widened again. “Oh no! Did I just ruin your first kiss too! I’m so sor-” You covered his mouth.

“Jin! No you didn’t ruin it! Why would I regret kissing the guy I like!” Your eyes widened at your confession. Jin’s eyes widened as he moved your hand away from his mouth.

“You like me?” You nodded your head shyly. He beamed then engulfed you in a hug.

“I like you too! Like a lot!” You giggled as he pulled away and extended his arms showing how much. You looked down and played with your fingers.

“Do you mind if we try that kiss again?” Jin’s eyes widened then he grinned.

“Of course,” He smiled then leaned in again. You moved your lips against his and he was very considerate and followed your lead as you tried your best to kiss him back.

When you finally pulled away you were a blushing mess, Jin chuckled at how flustered you were. You laughed then smiled at him.

Yoongs 🐱

You were in his studio, like always, helping him write and produce songs. This time was a bit different though. You had a nagging feeling on your mind about your nonexistent first kiss and you couldn’t help but want to turn to your friend for help.

You’ve heard of girls using their guy friends as practice for kissing. However, this was a bit different for you and Yoongi, since you didn’t really like him as just a friend anymore. You liked him a lot, but couldn’t find the words to express it.

Maybe this suggestion would be the first leap to your confession. You sighed internally as you tapped your pencil on the desk you were sitting in front of. Yoongi was to your left clicking away on his computer tweaking the song you two were working on. You pursed your lips and slightly turned to him.

“Hey, Yoongs?”

“Yeah?” He merely nodded his head not turning to you. You internally contemplated on if this was worth it. Screw it.

“I get that this song is supposed to be about love and such,” you shrugged. “But I haven’t really experienced that.” He finally turned to you and curled a brow. “Heck, I haven’t even had my first kiss yet. So, how am I supposed to write the lyrics for this song?” You laughed nervously. He squinted at you. “Anyway, what I was really asking was if I could have my first kiss with yo-”

Yoongi interrupted your sentence by placing a soft kiss on your lips. Your eyes widened and you had no time to react as Yoongi pulled away then turned back to his computer casually.

“What the heck was that?!” Yoongi shrugged.

“Now you’ve experienced it. Write about it.” You gawked at him at how casual he was after kissing you.

“This conversation isn’t over Min Yoongi! You freaking kissed me! How could yo-”

He cut you off again as he kissed you yet again, this time placing one hand on your hip and the other on your cheek. He pulled away, his face still close to yours.

“What, was the other one not good enough or something?” You gulped.

“Well, I-I didn’t really have time to react,” you stuttered. He nodded his head.

“Okay,” he breathed, then kissed you again. This time you wrapped your arms around his neck, he smirked as you became more comfortable. You kissed him until you couldn’t breathe. So you pulled away catching your breath. He pulled away from you and went back to his computer like nothing happened. You sat there baffled at what just happened between you and Yoongi.

“Hey, get back to work.” He nodded at you with a serious expression. You scrambled to grab your paper and pencil. Out of your vision, Yoongi smiled to himself.

Hobi 🌻

You and Hoseok have been coming up with a routine for one of his new songs. Except this one was a bit different. This song was a love song and had a much sexier vibe to it than his others. The routine consisted of a lot of waist holding, hand holding and close proximity with Hoseok. And to make matters worse, Hoseok always got into the music whenever he danced, so he would stare at you very intensely causing you to blush every time.

This didn’t help your growing feelings for him and you couldn’t take it anymore. Especially whenever you finished the routine, since the ending consisted of you being merely a breath away from his lips.

Then afterwards he would pull away from you and give you his signature sunshine smile like nothing intense had happened.

Like right now, he smiled at you then went and grabbed his towel to wipe the sweat off his face. He took a swig of his water as you played with your fingers contemplating. He noticed your distress and walked back towards you.

“Hey, something up?” You looked up at him and sighed.

“Well, there’s something that’s been on my mind.” His eyes widened.

“Oh, well tell me and I can see how I can help.” You smiled at how considerate he always was.

“The thing is, since we’ve started doing this routine, I can’t help but think about how I haven’t had my first kiss yet and how much I just want to get it over with you know?” Hoseok only stared at you. “So, I was hoping, maybe you could hel-”

Before you could finish your sentence Hoseok spun you around. You were left confused as he held your waist and you two began to do a mini waltz.

Then you realized that he was going through the routine again.

“So, we’re going through the routine again? Okay,” your brows furrowed.

“Just go with it,” he said with a smile.

You shrugged and continued to go through the dance with him. He added a few things though, he spun you around more often and playfully waltzed with you causing you to laugh. He looked at you lovingly as you enjoyed dancing with him.

When the routine finished, he dipped you instead and broke the distance, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. Your eyes widened, but you responded quickly by kissing him back. He pulled you up, his lips still on yours and ran his hand through your hair. He pulled away catching his breath then beamed at you. You smiled then lightly slapped him.

“You planned that, didn’t you?” Hoseok chuckled then shrugged.

“Maybe.” You laughed then hugged him. You pulled away and looked up at him. He looked down at you like you were his whole world.

“I really like you, Hoseok,” you confessed. His eyes widened.

“You stole my line,” he chuckled. You laughed and he pulled you close.

“I really like you too,” he whispered in your ear and you smiled.

Joonie 🧠

You and Namjoon loved reading books, so it was normal for you two to sit in your living room reading books knowing you had each other's company. You two were actually reading the same book series however he was a book ahead of you. So after an hour of you two reading, you would discuss with him about what you read and give him your predictions. Sometimes he would make faces or hold back his laughter at your predictions because he already knew what happened.

Afterwards when you continued to read you would gasp and glare at Namjoon because one of the characters would die or your predictions were really wrong. If your predictions were totally off he would just look at you and stifle back a laugh but fail miserably as you pouted playfully.

If a character died, you would probably be crying and he’d be comforting you by rubbing your back and reminding you that this wasn’t the end and it’s just a thing that’s a part of all books.

However, today wasn’t one of those days. It was much different. You were reading the book on the couch, while Namjoon was reading the book that came after yours in the series on a loveseat across from you.

You were reading happily when the book took a slight turn. It came to a pretty heated scene and you couldn’t help but blush as you read it. It got so heated that you couldn’t keep reading, so you shut the book, a little louder than intended, and tossed it on the couch. You sat there flustered and uncomfortable.

Namjoon heard you shut your book and looked up from his own with a raised brow.

“You okay?” You nodded your head with a nervous smile. He wasn’t having it and closed his book. He folded his arms and looked at you skeptically. “The truth, please.” You scrunched your nose in frustration.

“Fine,” you sighed. “I just got uncomfortable with one of the scenes.” Namjoon immediately understood.

“Ah, you got to that part,” he chuckled. “I didn’t think you were going to get that flustered about it. It doesn’t really describe it in that much detail anyway. It’s not rated r that’s for sure.” You hugged yourself and sighed. He looked at you questionably.

“Hey, did I say something wrong? You still don’t look okay.” You pursed your lips.

“The thing is,” you played with your fingers. “I’ve never had my first kiss before and reading things like that just makes me a little uncomfortable since I’ve never experienced it.” Namjoon’s eyes widened.

“Wait, you’ve never had your first kiss?” He asked surprised. You nodded your head. “Oh,” he smiled at you then stood up and sat next to you.

“Well I can fix that.” Your eyes widened at how close you two were. “Do you trust me?” He whispered against your lips.

“Yes,” you breathed, then he broke the distance. He held your face delicately as he kissed slowly.

After a couple of seconds, he stopped, his lips still on yours, considerately giving you a chance to try. You obliged and tried your best to reciprocate what he had done.

When you both pulled away, he gave you a dimple smile and you grinned back.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a really long time,” he confessed and your eyes widened.

“Really?” He nodded his head, then looked down shyly.

“Can I do it again?” Your eyes widened again then you chuckled.

“Please do.” Then he leaned in again.

Jiminie 🐣

Movie nights were very common between you and Jimin. Whether it be a Friday night or because a new movie came out that you two wanted to watch together. There were even times where Jimin spontaneously showed up with snacks and his favorite blanket wanting to watch a movie with you because he just felt like it.

The best times were when you were having a bad day and he would rush to your apartment with your favorite snacks, drinks, and your favorite movies on DVD because he said movies on DVDs just have a different vibe then just streaming it on the tv.

Today was just one of those casual Friday nights where you just put on a random movie the both of you had heard good things about. Everything was going swell, wrapped up together in Jimin’s favorite blanket, the blanket he has dedicated just for movie nights with you, popcorn in between the two of you splattered with all types of candy and your favorite drink in hand as the movie played.

You placed your drink down on the coffee table in front of you and glanced at Jimin who was watching the movie intensely. You internally giggled at how cute he was whenever he got captivated by the movie he was watching. You turned back to the movie and you wished you hadn’t. The main characters in the movie confessed their love for each other and started kissing intensely on the screen. You gulped and shyly looked away.

You were usually fine when scenes like this came up, but this time was a little different. You were with Jimin this time and you couldn’t ignore the feelings you’ve developed for him over the past few weeks since you two started this little tradition. You two were always so close to each other when you watched movies and you couldn’t help but want something more with your best friend. Not to mention you hadn’t had your first kiss so it was even more excruciating to be next to him while the scene drew on.

Jimin finally noticed how you were looking uncomfortable and paused the movie.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin placed the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and turned towards you. You hid behind your hands embarrassed that you got caught.

“Hey,” he soothed and reached for your hands. He pulled them away and his eyes widened.

“Oh, are you crying?” You sniffed and felt your cheeks. You hadn’t even realized you were crying until it was too late.

“Don’t look at me,” you mumbled and hid behind your hands again, Jimin frowned.

“Please tell me what’s wrong,” he removed your hands from your face again. He wiped away your tears with a sad smile. “I’m just going to keep asking.” You sighed and looked down at your hands.

“This is so embarrassing,” you muttered and he shook his head.

“Just tell me please,” he ducked his head and pouted at you. You giggled and he smiled. “There she is,” he grinned and moved a strand of hair out of your face. He nodded his head towards you and you pursed your lips.

“The truth is,” you paused. “I’ve never had my first kiss before and I want to, but I don’t know how.” You looked down again. Jimin’s eyes widened at your confession. He smiled sweetly and raised your chin up so he could look at you.

“Mind if I help?” You scrunch your eyebrows together.

“I mean, sure but I don’t know how you’re goi-”

Jimin cut you off as delicately placed his lips on yours. Your eyes widened as he placed his hands on your waist. You finally gave in and closed your eyes enjoying having Jimin’s lips on yours. You shyly kissed him back and he smiled into the kiss. He pulled away and chuckled.

“What?” You asked confused. He shook his head.

“Nothing, you’re just adorable,” he smiled then kissed you again.

Taetae 📸

You were one of Taehyung’s best friends because you two just understood each other. You both enjoyed fashion and photography. But the thing that you both had a passion for was song writing. He showed you some of his lyrics and you showed him some of yours. You two immediately hit off, having so many ideas bouncing back and forth between the two of you. You both got so much inspiration from each other. This caused you both to turn to each other when you needed help for the songs the two of you were each writing.

This time though, you and Taehyung were writing a song for the both of you. You couldn't really come up with a ton of ideas that didn’t involve a sappy love song so you decided to suggest something a little different.

You were in your studio spinning around in your chair as you contemplated about bringing up the suggestion to Taehyung. You sighed then stopped spinning. You saw him splattered on the couch in your studio staring at the ceiling thinking about the song.

“Hey, Tae.” No response.

“Taehyung?” No response. You sighed and groaned.

On occasion, Taehyung would get lost in thought. Especially in times like these when he desperately needed new lyrics for a song. You grabbed your pencil and frowned.

“Kim freaking Taehyung!” You shouted and chucked the pencil at him. He stirred like he was waking up from a nap and groaned.

“Ow!” He pouted at you as he sat up. “Hey, I was in the zone! Now we’re never going to find the right lyrics for our song!” You folded your arms in front of you and raised a brow.

“You done?” He sighed.

“Yes,” he muttered.

“Good, cause I actually might have an idea for the song.” His eyes widened and he beamed.

“Really what is it?!” You gulped.

“Well, it’s a little different,” You looked down and played with your fingers. Taehyung quirked a brow.

“Okay, I don’t mind.” He gave you a boxy smile, you breathed a laugh.

“Well I was thinking about writing a song about two lovers not having their first kiss and I thought it would be cool, since I haven’t had my first kiss either.” Taehyung immediately shot up from the couch.

“You haven’t had your first kiss yet?!” His mouth was agape at your revelation.

“Uh, no.” You were confused as to why he was so surprised.

“You,” he pointed to you. “The prettiest girl I know, hasn’t had their first kiss yet?!” Your eyes widened.

“Wait, you think I’m pretty?” Taehyung ignored your question and walked up to you.

“Does that mean you’ve never had a boyfriend either?!” You nodded your head. He placed a hand over his mouth and turned away from you. He took a deep breath and turned back to you, looking at you skeptically.

“You’re not messing with me right?” You shook your head.

“Why is it so hard to believe?” He laughed.

“I just can’t believe that you,” he motions to you. “The most perfect girl in the world hasn’t had a boyfriend let alone her first kiss.” Then he smirked and walked towards you. He stood right in front of you.

“How did I get so lucky?” He leaned close enough that your noses were touching, you gulped.

“What do you mean?” He breathed a laugh, you blushed as you felt his breath on your lips.

“I get to be the first one to do this,” he whispered then leaned in. Your eyes widened as Taehyung lifted you on top of your desk and kissed you passionately. You kissed him back and he smirked as you ran your hands through his hair.

When you pulled away he looked at you intensely and you gasped for air then laughed.

“Guess I can’t write that song anymore.” He smirked and shrugged.

“Guess not,” he licked his lips and leaned in again.

Kookie 🍪

Jungkook had constantly been on your mind for the past few days since you had been watching so many videos about kissing your best friend challenges. You couldn’t help but imagine how Jungkook would react. Would he kiss you back or would he push your face away disgusted by even the thought?

You didn’t know if you wanted to waste your first kiss on just a challenge for views on social media. You decided you weren’t going to do the challenge solely for that purpose, but instead confront him and ask if he could be your first kiss.

What’s the worst that could happen? He’d probably never want to be your friend again, but you thought that was slim since there were so many times when you caught him staring at you or glancing at your lips when you two talked. You decided to take your chances and ask him.

You found him in his room playing video games. You stood in the doorway contemplating all your life choices. You were about to walk away when Jungkook finally noticed you.

“Oh, hey.” He grinned at you and waved. You awkwardly waved back.

“Hey Kookie.” He glanced at you.

“You need something?” He asked as he continued to stare at his tv and play. You sighed and nodded your head. He continued to play and you frowned.

“I can come back another time.” Jungkook’s eyes widened as he saw you were about to leave again.

“No, don’t go!” He turned off his game and jumped on his bed. He patted the spot next to him.

“I always have time for you.” You blushed and he motioned for you to come over. “C’mon, I don’t bite.” You giggled and sat next to him. He turned towards you and grinned.

“So, tell me what’s up,” he asked with his head in his hands. You laughed and he beamed.

“Well, there’s something that’s been on my mind these past few days,” you looked down. “I was wondering, and you can say no if you’ll feel uncomfortable or if you don’t want to, but I was hoping I could have my first kiss,” you paused and looked up at him. He stared back at you with a blush forming on his cheeks. “With you,” you finished. He pointed to himself.

“W-with me?” He stuttered, you nodded your head. He cleared his throat. “Okay.” He scooted closer to you and took a deep breath. You closed your eyes as Jungkook leaned in and kissed you. You melted as you felt how soft his lips were. He placed his hands on your arms as you placed yours on his chest.

He pulled away and cleared his throat.

“You kind of messed up a bit at the end, I think we should try again,” he said in a serious tone. Your brows furrowed, but you nodded your head thinking Jungkook probably knows more about this than you do. He leaned in again but kissed you with a bit more passion this time. His arms moved up to hold your face tenderly while you placed your hands on his shoulders.

He pulled away out of breath.

“Third time’s a try?” You gasped for breath.

“Okay,” you breathed and he leaned in again. You hummed as his hands roamed around your body then finally landed at your waist. You placed your arms around his neck and ran your hands through his hair. He moaned and kissed you harder.

He finally pulled away and smiled down at you.

“You know, you’re a really good kisser.” You giggled.

“Thanks,” you looked down shyly. He gave you a bunny smile then lifted your chin up and kissed you again.

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A Century-Old Cookbook

Ace Trigun Week Prompt 5: Food as a Love-Language Vash's mind carried over a century of recipes. There was always a special one he'd make for anyone who had broken down his barriers.

A Century-Old Cookbook Milly took a deep sniff as she entered the rental-cabin, returning from a trip to the post office to mail off reports. “Oh, is Mr. Vash cooking again?” she asked. Meryl looked up from her hunched position over her portable typewriter on the main room table. “He hasn’t stopped cooking since we unpacked.” “He really likes to, doesn’t he?” “Fine by me,” Wolfwood said, wandering in from the back bedroom, taking a drag on a cheap cigarette. “Do you have to smoke in here?” Meryl complained, “Go outside.” “What’s he making?” Milly asked. “And yes, Mr. Priest, you really should go outside. It’s not good for any of us.” Wolfwood grumbled as he stubbed out his cigarette in an ashtray. “At least Needle Noggin makes the best fried rice on the planet.” “Oh, is that what we’re having?” “It’s ready!” Vash came in from the kitchen with a heaping bowl of his signature dish in one hand and a stack of plates in the other. The aromas of toma-egg, fermented sauce, Geoplant-grown green onion and salty canned meat (probably from leftover tins from the spacefaring age - they were the cheapest one could get) filled the air. “All right! Let’s eat!” Milly chimed. “Are you going to say grace, Mr. Priest?” Wolfwood gave her a chuckle, sidling next to her at the table as Meryl put her typewriter away to make room for a plate. “Good grub, good meat, good God, let’s eat!” he joked, dramatically penting his hands. “This is good,” Meryl admitted between spoonfuls, looking up to Vash. “How did you learn to make it this way?” “A lot of…practice?” Vash said sheepishly. A memory came to his mind of when he was small, his brother at his side, both staring in wonderment at a frying pan as Rem was behind them, praising Vash for how well he was tossing a mess of rice in it – the fluidity of his wrist, getting the toss just right. She praised Knives for his work with the soy sauce and a spoon. She told them that this was a skill that would serve them their entire lives. Teaching them to cook was a part of her inducting them into becoming grown-ups. To this day, Vash remembered his meals on the SEEDS ships, the ones that Rem had prepared for him before she saw fit to induct him into the secret-adult-knowledge of the kitchen. He was surprised he wasn’t a chubby little kid. Rem had been an excellent cook. Vash had cooked many meals for himself and others over the years – most of them lonely out in the desert wilds. Some were simple – nasty half-rotten meat scavenged from worm carcasses made marginally-edible over campfires kindled from the same worms’ chitin and skin that he ate for no reason other than staying alive in desperation. Some were complex, using Plant-manufactured raw materials and even, after a time, the grown crops some of the settlements had managed to wrestle out of the poor land. He’d worked in taverns as he traveled town to town, picking up whatever odd jobs he could, first under his own name and then under many assumed names when his bad luck caught up to him. As a result, Vash knew many old recipes – some going way back to Old Earth while most were improvised for the times and the environment, either by the humans who were making their way here or self-invented. Vash was a living example of a century-old cookbook. He listened to the blissful sounds of his companions at the table as they ate. He smiled. That fried rice that Rem taught him to make was the favorite dish he knew to make for people he loved. Inspired by this comic by @goathag

#trigun #trigun maximum #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #meryl stryfe #milly thompson #rem saverem #ace trigun week #ace trigun week 2024

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Favorite foods! What they like to eat. And what they like to make!

this is so cute. ty i love this question

Franklin: You'd think he's sweets guy, and he is, but his favorite food is croque madame. He loves a good runny egg as a topping. Doesn't like when the whites aren't set though. He likes to make whatever your favorite food is. He's a super competent cook/baker so he just likes to dote on you.

Minsu: Fried rice. Like the kind of fried rice that you make when you need to use up leftovers. Wrapped in roasted seaweed. Korean rice balls. It tastes like what his mom used to make. He doesn't like to make food... But I guess fried rice too since that's the easiest to manage.

Kayden: He's a bánh bột lọc kind of guy Search it up if you'd like. It reminds him of the vacation his parents took him on to visit family in Vietnam. He likes making takoyaki cause he gets to practice his telekinesis turning the little bastards.

Top row is their favorite foods in order left to right. Bottom row is their favorite thing to make left to right. Again, Franklin just wants to make stuff you like so don't take the cookies too seriously

#sub!yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc #dom!reader #request #Franklin Russell #Hwang Minsu #Kayden Nguyen #childhoodfriend!yandere #nightshift!yandere #psychic!yandere #sub yandere

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idk why but ur recent post made me imagine what it would be like if all the characters just had their own girl dinner as their meal in the dinner fic

like its a really fancy setting/atmosphere or whatever and the food gets hyped up so much and then beneath the silver dish is just the plainest pasta you've ever seen w sprinkled cheese and a dr pepper or some shit

and they all eat it as if its fine dining, 100% srs, like reg is just at the head of the table twirling his fork and asking pandora ab politics whilst they all tuck in

omg omg hahaha that would be so funny i'm actually inspired

the dinner fic characters and their girl dinners 🍱✨ :

james: gushers fruit snacks, celery sticks, day old fried rice, the rainbow airhead xtremes, mango (but only if it's already cut up otherwise he'll eat a banana)

lily: pistachios, dried apricots, peanut butter out of the jar, popcorn

sirius: salted tomato slices, toast w butter (the bread w the seeds in it), canned frosting (eats it w a spoon), salami slices, cherries

remus: dark chocolate, cereal (no milk just out of the box by the handful), plums, black coffee

regulus: olives, orange slices, greek yogurt, red wine, cold cut turkey slices from the deli

marlene: a cheese stick (or two), pickles, pepperoni slices, ice cream

dorcas: pomegranate seeds, white wine, babybel cheese, graham crackers (the cinnamon kind), pita chips w artichoke dip

pandora: nachos (but the kind where u throw shredded cheese on tortilla chips and microwave it that's it), sugar snap peas, mini marshmallows

mary: raspberries, cucumbers, diet coke, chocolate chips out of the bag, hot chips

barty: redbull, doritos, shredded cheese right out of the bag, a boiled egg, gummy worms

evan: a whole rotisserie chicken (just going at it w ur bare hands) and oreos

peter: carrot sticks, hummus, chocolate chip cookies, a block of cheddar cheese

#these are so fun #asks

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ialwaysknewyouwerepunk · 2 years

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music for a sushi restaurant - a close reading

well hi!!! hi!!! IT’S HARRY’S FUCKING HOUSE

harry gave us everything that the album is about, condensed in one high speed song as an introduction. it’s his daily life, his career, the industry, his deepest emotions, drugs, thoughts he’s been stuck with, random associations, hiccups, mundane beauty, food, coffee, love. he’s become the beat poet he’s always wanted to be and i’m fucking here for it. LET THE TRUMPETS SOUND HERE WE FUCKING GO

harry’s house, track one

LYRIC ANALYSIS

MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE

THIS ALBUM IS MIINE MINE MINE MINE

Green eyes, fried rice I could cook an egg on you

hey, i have green eyes!

you're so hot

Late night, game time Coffee on the stove

a first taste of the album: impressions, random snapshots. lots of late nights, lots of coffee, a game here and there

"game time": play a part/game on/competitiveness/hanging out at home

You're sweet ice cream But you could use a flake or two Blue bubblegum twisted round your tongue

you're sweet. you're cream // steal my girl, "kisses like cream"

"flake": a chocolate flake? a flake of salt? (take yourself less seriously. take myself less seriously. take life less seriously)

I don't want you to get lost I don't want you to go broke I want you

i want you to keep your job, i want to keep you around - if we see that as h singing about his own career: he wants to keep shit going

he wants to keep it going - the same way? or: we need to switch shit up, but yeah, i obvs don't want to fuck it up so bad that we go broke

It's 'cause I love you, babe In every kind of way Just a little taste You know I love you, baby

loves his career, loves music, loves performing, loves writing, recording, all of it

about lover: // kmm, "just a little taste"

"Excuse me, a green tea?" Music for a sushi restaurant From ice on rice Music for a sushi restaurant Music for a sushi restaurant Music for whatever you want

nonsense.... right?

people placing their order while his music is playing, while he’s singing

using his voice as an instrument like a jazz singer - sounds like something that perhaps could be performed by the band in the background of a jazz club....... but it’s a bit too intense for that, isn’t it? i’m too loud too outrageous to be played in the background bitch

"music for whatever you want": the music i write can be for whatever you want

i'm asked to write for different settings, or as many settings as possible, as broad an audience as possible. for the background of your tiktok, if you fuckin will apparently

if this album is put out in the world, it's yours, and you can listen to it however you want

I'm not going to get lost I'm not going to go broke Staying cool

he’s very sure he’s not going to get lost

“cool”: keeping it cool/not getting fed up/fitting in (// ftdt, “i never felt less cool”)

You know I love you, babe

you know. we’ve discussed it.

about career: reminding himself he really does love it

If the stars were edible And our hearts were never full Could we live with just a taste? Just a taste

IF: but the stars aren’t edible. our hearts are full. and we don’t have to live with just a taste. BECAUSE I LOVE YOU. IN EVERY KIND OF WAY.

“edible” - drugs mention

“stars” - high up in the sky, high on drugs, superstars

-> could we even live with just a taste of the stars - could we live with just a little taste of fame? if our hearts were never full, could we even control ourselves to stop after just a taste of fame? ----- his heart is full, tho, which is why he knows how to pace himself in the wasteland of fame

It's 'cause I love you, babe In every kind of way Just a little taste You know I love you, baby

SYNTHESIS

Track one of Harry’s House hits us around the head, grabs us by the shoulder and shakes us, all while screaming hysterically YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU RIGHT??? So all we can really do is scream back that we do, we know, WE KNOW!!! !

It’s the perfect introduction to an album that’s all snapshots, details, chopped sentences and associative rambling. But, obviously, it’s more than that. It’s always more than that; we’re talking about Harry ffs. At first glance, it’s about his lover. He’s so in love he needs to scream about it. This reading holds up, in my opinion, throughout the entire song. Sure, it’s a bit hysterical, and yeah, it’s a bit intense, but sometimes we go a little crazy when we’re in love and we’re so happy we’re stupid. We’ve got some green, some blue. We’re hot as fuck. I want you to be successful. Let me taste you, and not just a little bit. Taste me, a lot. Need some salt?

When we look a little deeper, though, we see some digs and references. Harry explained how he once heard one of his songs play while he was eating at a sushi restaurant, saying it didn’t seem like the right music for that setting. I think that says a lot about how he sees his own music, and how he’s changed in experiencing the role his music can have for others. Especially the line “music for whatever you want” is telling. We can see it as a bit of a salty comment, as in, “i’ll write music for whatever you want! lemme know, i’m a slut for my career anyway, right? I AM HERE TO ENTERTAIN YOU” or we could just also see it a bit calmer, as an “i’ve written these songs, and i know what they mean to me, but now that they’re out in the world, they’re yours to do whatever you want with them. i might not think they’re made for a sushi restaurant, but hey, if you do, then i won’t intervene!”

In general, little words like “cool” always catch my attention, because I can’t help but interpret them as sarcastic, or at least meaning something else than simply cool. “I’m not going to go broke, I’m not going to get lost.” Whoever he’s possibly talking to (including himself), he’s saying, with conviction, that whatever decisions he’s making, or whatever goals he has, he isn’t doing it to fuck himself over. He doesn’t want to lose what he’s worked so hard for. He also genuinely loves it too much. But he needs to stay cool: stay calm, stay in. Stay relevant. And he doesn’t have that as his goal like he used to. I think he means to say: people, guys, besties: stay fucking calm, i know what i’m doing. i’m not gonna get fucking lost, have a little faith in me. as well as i need to stay fucking calm bc people won’t have a little faith in me. and add a dollop of i’m getting there. i’m getting there. but it takes patience and i need to stay cool.

All that to say that what I hear, in this song, is Harry saying: I know what I’m doing. My heart is full, I have a plan, I know my fanbase and I know the industry. Most importantly, I know myself. Faith in the future. and if you still want to play my music in your sushi restaurant then you’ll have to deal with me being loud

#lyric analyses #music for a sushi restaurant #lyric analysis #it's been so long i've forgotten which tag i use smh #ANYWAY HERE WE GO EVERYONE #i'm ready and i'm having fun #hope you'll join me for the ride #harry's house #YES I EDITED BC I FINALLY HEARD THE MINES

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4/9/2024

I somehow captured this subtle rainbow ring around the sun while taking my sky picture.

Positive thing: Today was a basic but good day.

Just the usual work, therapy, and class. Nothing that notable happened - I guess maybe doing my presentation was a thing, but it was quick and went well so not much else to say there. I didn't have to do homework and I think being so settled made all the tiredness catch up to me because I am so sleepy right now.

I did start looking into what my research proposal for Fulbright should be about. Well, I intended to do that but I got distracted looking at top ranking lists of places that are cool to live in Japan. I saw Fukuoka, Yokohama, and Sapporo come up a lot. I don't know much about them, but all the pictures were really pretty.

I think trying to figure out location without knowing what you want to research first is a bit backwards (your location should probably be conducive to your studies in some way, or at least have the population you want to study), but I had fun Google Maps-ing around Japan anyway. I think besides actually being convenient for whatever research I do, my other factors in choosing a location would be how rural/urban it is and the typical weather. From being in Tokyo in winter, and not even deep winter, I could hardly handle the daily 30s-40s. I think I could get used to those temperatures eventually, but any colder and I think I'd be miserable. That puts Hokkaido out of the picture.

But yeah I'm getting ahead of myself anyway. I need to figure out what to research first.

Oh yeah for dinner I made this concoction. "Cooking" doesn't quite capture what I did because I was pretty much dissociating and just tossed stuff together. I used these old mushrooms we had in the fridge (they smelled fine and weren't moldy don't worry), some ginger and garlic and soy sauce, an egg, and rice. Which written out sounds pretty good but I think I put too much soy sauce because it didn't get crispy like I wanted. The end result looked a little odd and didn't taste like its components. But it was still pretty good so I ate the whole thing.

Aw yeah. Mystery fried rice.

#skyposting #thoughtposting #foodposting

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ah I was the anon who asked "how many times Genji can milk both Hanzo and Cole in a day?". I just wanna ask if a full fic of both of them just going ham at Genji then writing marks on hin indicating hoow many times they just came in/at him.

Welcome back, Anon, and thanks very much for both the question and the request!!

I decided to combine this with my No Nut November Shimadacest headcanon and request. I hope you don't mind, but I figured it would help these guys out to build up a little before this little project.

Thanks again!!! Genji having a milking marathon with Cole and Hanzo, coming right up under the Read More!

It's happened.

It's finally happened.

Genji has completed No Nut November.

Thirty days of blue balls. Thirty days of watching Hanzo’s pecs bounce on the treadmill in the gym. Thirty evenings of Cole’s hairy skin pressed against his as he lay sprawled across Genji and Hanzo’s laps at the end of each day as they watched TV or read or simply talked. Thirty increasingly sleepless nights spent sandwiched between the two perfect men, feeling their breaths ruffle his hair, each and every one of their exhalations sending a drip of precum sliding out of his painful, straining erection.

But he's done it.

For the first time in twenty years, he's done it.

Hanzo and Cole were so proud of him last night. They've been abstaining, too, of course, so they've been avoiding mentioning or discussing anything the least bit sexual among themselves in an effort to help him get through the month, but they're not made of stone. They're also carrying around near-perpetual boners at this point, and last night the brimming, close to overflowing sexual energy was palpable.

Cole even sat up rather than feel Hanzo and Genji’s dicks poking into him all evening, as though he was afraid one wrong move might set them…or himself…right off.

It's been difficult.

Now, however, Genji is going to make it worth it.

But, interestingly, while Genji has missed cumming…

…he's missed cum a lot more.

Now there’s thirty days of backlog to milk out of his boyfriends’ balls, and he's going to have all of it.

All of it.

Genji wakes up bright and early on December first, and the first thing he’s aware of, the first thing he’s been aware of for three weeks, are the erections prodding against his stomach and his buttocks, Hanzo snuggled up behind and Cole hugging Genji’s head to his chest.

It’s warm and safe and utterly, utterly domestic, so he takes a few moments…which turn into a few minutes…to savor everything that he and his boyfriends have built together.

Then he very, very carefully extricates himself from their double embrace, and, bless them, but when his warmth has disappeared, they both shift forward searchingly, and embrace each other, with Cole’s head tucked under Hanzo’s chin, and Genji scrambles as quickly and quietly as possible to grab his phone and take a few pictures, because the sight is just too perfect for his mind’s eye alone.

Then he tears himself away.

Hanzo laughingly but wisely asked Winston to give them all the day off once it became apparent that the grand event was likely. His older brother doesn’t expect to spend the entire day in bed, though. He expects to wake up with his cock hard and leaking alongside Cole’s in Genji’s mouth or ass, and, after a mindblowing orgasm, he expects to spend the morning training, the afternoon taking care of errands and small tasks that have gone by the wayside for whatever reason, and then the evening in their quarters for an encore.

He’s not wrong.

But Genji’s got slightly more grandiose plans.

Starting with breakfast.

His boyfriends like things simple, and they both like fried eggs, which makes Genji’s job easy indeed: two fried eggs over a bowl of rice for his brother, two fried eggs over two slices of toast for his cowboy.

He keeps things even simpler: a bowl of chocolate puffs with milk waiting on the side, because he’s an adult now and nobody can tell him what to do. The milk is on the side, though, because it will be a little bit before any of them sit down at the table, and longer still before Genji does.

The table set and ready in the little kitchenette-slash-living room of their quarters, he returns to the bedroom and crawls under the sheets…from the foot of the bed.

Hanzo and Cole’s cocks are snuggled together as tenderly and cutely as their owners, and Genji licks his lips at the sight of them in the dim light even as it touches his heart a little.

Then he snuggles his face against them, feeling the smooth, shaved skin of Hanzo and the trimmed yet hirsute skin of Cole, and he inhales the mixture of their scents deeply into his lungs.

After a month, he could nearly cum from this alone.

But now that he’s here, at the end of the road, and the suspense of will he or won’t he have enough willpower for the first time in twenty years, and will he trip right at the finish line as the end of the month drew nearer and nearer…all of that is gone and finished, and only bonedeep satisfaction and pride remain, and, most interestingly, Genji’s definitely as hard as a rock and dripping like a faucet, but he has a firm and complete control over his body that he’s never really experienced before, like a steel pressure cooker that’s flexing and bulging from the boiling liquid within but in no danger of bursting or exploding until he himself pushes the release button.

So it’s surprisingly easy to remain in place, his nose buried right under his boyfriends’ shafts up against their ballsacks, and simply breathe.

The pressure builds within him, but he is more than equal to it, and the need within him sharpens every sense, so that Genji can smell every note of aroma, can feel the pulse of his lovers through their skin. It’s incredible.

He has no idea how long he lies there, lost in the heady, musky atmosphere, before he hears a deep chuckle.

“At long last,” Hanzo murmurs, and Genji all but purrs when his thick fingers reach down to stroke through his green hair. “I am so proud of you, Genji. You’ve wanted this for a long time. Congratulations.”

“Thank you, brother,” Genji whispers back, his lips moving against the soft skin of Hanzo’s testicles. “It’s been a long time coming.”

Hanzo shivers under every syllable, but his self-control has always been legendary, and his fingers never falter as they comb through Genji’s hair, lightly scratching his blunt nails against Genji’s scalp. Genji simultaneously relaxes and winds up, his cock jumping and clamoring for attention, but every other muscle loosening under his brother’s gentle touch.

“Hey, there, darlings,” Cole says with a voice thick with sleep. “Today’s the day, huh?” Genji feels him shift as he begins to peck slow, light kisses across Hanzo’s face. “Couldn’t come soon enough, I tell you what.”

Genji chuckles, and Cole hisses at the feel of Genji’s thin, stylized beard rubbing against his sensitive, hairy skin. “We’re only waiting for you, cowboy. Hurry up and wake up and I’ll get started.”

“With a promise like that,” Cole says, sounding much more awake. “But wait…you’ll get started?”

“Yep,” Genji replies cheerfully. “You two have to serve me, remember?”

“Oh yeah,” Cole says thoughtfully. “Well, dang, then how long are you gonna torture us, then?”

“Oh, ye of little faith.”

Genji rises and throws the blanket off the bed, exposing Hanzo and Cole’s glorious musculature and ink to his hungry eyes. Hanzo has been toying with finally finishing his tattoo, but in the meantime, Cole has been busy, getting desert roses intermingled with cherry blossoms across his clavicles. They look up at him with such love and horny ardor that Genji nearly cums right there, but no, not yet.

Not for a few hours more.

Hanzo and Cole, on the other hand…

He takes hold of their limbs with strong, purposeful hands and wrestles them into position, and their eyebrows shoot up and their lips part in surprise when they realize what he’s up to.

Soon they’re lying with their hips and throbbing, thick cocks flush against each other, Genji straddling them both.

Their cocks are so wet and shiny that Genji scarcely believes he really needs to be standing here, hunched over slightly, his fingers working his long disused entrance open, his own cock dripping onto his boyfriends as he makes the slipping, popping noises as loud and obscene as possible, until Hanzo and Cole are panting from the sound and sight alone, their fingers clutching the bedsheets to keep themselves from doing something drastic.

Then all three of them sigh in unison when Genji squats.

Then they moan when Genji feels two blunt cockheads press against his hole.

The pair squirm against each other for a few moments, slick and slippery, until together they spear through Genji’s rim, and for the first time in weeks, Genji feels completion creeping into his body as he breathes slow and deep and sinks onto the two rods of his lovers, crying out when they squeeze past his neglected prostate, until he has them fully seated in his soft, tight, intense heat.

“Genji,” Hanzo pants.

“Genji,” Cole breathes, and the timber and tone of their voices, overlaid with such need, is music to Genji’s ears.

He begins to rise up and lower down, his own dick bouncing with each motion and throwing off thick droplets of precum, and the two men below him absolutely lose. Their. Minds.

“Yes! Yes! Oh, Genji! Oh, my sweet, wonderful Genji! Fuck yourself on us! Milk us dry! Yes! Yes!” they babble, their words piling on top of each other in the midst of wordless yells and gasps, and it’s so, so good to hear their lust again. Absolutely wonderful.

Hanzo is the first to seize up and let out a groaning shout, and from the look on Cole’s face, he nearly has heart failure at the feeling of Hanzo’s cock, pressed so impossibly close to his, spurting out a veritable flood of hot, molten semen that immediately coats both of them, instantly making Genji’s interior even slicker and hotter and more perfect than ever.

It takes only a few more thrusts for Cole to unleash his own wordless yell and his own endless torrent, and Genji buries them inside himself to the hilt as they pulse within him and writhe underneath him, an absolutely sublime picture.

Slowly, slowly, they go still but for their heaving chests and shivering muscles, each feeling the other twitch under the gentle caress of Genji’s body and the sensation of the heat of their essence melding into Genji’s own heat, the three of them coming together once more in the most intimate, wonderful way they know how.

Then, Cole chuckles. “Alright,” he growls, trying to sit up, his eyes set on Genji’s weeping erection.

“No.”

The imperious and cold tone surprises both his lovers. They freeze underneath him and look up at him with something bordering concern, but Genji smiles.

He slowly dismounts, sighing as they pop out of his puffy red rim, and then he crawls onto all fours and sticks his ass into the air, his dick swinging beneath him, heavy and straining. “Clean me up,” he orders, “but don’t you dare touch my dick.”

Hanzo and Cole look at each other, but they don’t question Genji’s order or the fact that he’s picked a strange angle that places his head near the bedside table. Instead, they obey, turning over and crawling to mash their faces together as they plunge together into the valley between Genji’s asscheeks.

Genji shudders under the assault of their soft tongues and rough facial hair rubbing with such delicious friction against the sheltered skin as they seek out every drop of cum leaking out from his oversensitive hole as it tries in vain to wink closed after being stretched so far. They don’t allow any of it to drip onto the sheets to join the almost soaked patches of Genji’s precum as he continues to leak freely, his foreskin fully rolled back and his cockhead dark purple.

“Genji,” Hanzo murmurs right up against his hole. “Genji, you need us so badly. Let us take care of you, brother.”

“No,” comes the unexpected reply. “But what you can do…”

Genji reaches over to the bedside table and retrieves a felt-tip permanent marker and holds it behind himself.

“...is write down two marks.”

There is a short, stunned silence, then Cole, chuckling the entire time, accepts the marker and writes two lines on Genji’s left asscheek. “Does this mean…?” he asks as he clicks the cap back on.

“I’m all nice and clean now,” Genji cuts him off. “Time for breakfast! It’s ice cold by now because of you sleepyheads, but let’s get the day started.”

And he rolls away from Hanzo and Cole and off the edge of the bed and stands, grinning down at their bemused expressions before he grabs the marker and walks away, making sure to sway his hips as invitingly as possible.

They follow like dopey puppies, and they exclaim at the meal awaiting them, and they sit down with words of thanks and wonder…that get cut off when Genji kneels and then shuffles under the table.

Underneath, their legs spread automatically and their cocks chub up, but it’s still a little too soon for another full erection. Genji doesn’t mind.

Hanzo always recovers first, though, so he’s the first to sigh dreamily at the feel of Genji’s wet mouth engulfing him. He doesn’t leave Cole out in the cold, though; he wraps his fingers gently around his half-erection as he suckles and licks at Hanzo’s, and both men moan above him.

“How are we supposed to eat under these conditions?” Hanzo asks, only half-seriously. “I’m going to choke and die.”

“Better choke him first then, I’d say,” comes Cole’s mischievous answer, making Hanzo laugh.

They set about trying to eat because they know that’s the scenario Genji wants and they do their best to deliver.

Genji can forgive them for getting distracted, though. When Hanzo’s penis finally swells to its full length, the spongy cockhead emerging to bump against Genji’s soft palate and leaking anew, it’s another minute or two at least before his older brother remembers to start eating again.

Meanwhile, Cole is still soft under Genji’s fingers, his head hooded under his foreskin, but that’s just fine. Genji loves the feel of him hard or soft, and his balls are equally hefty and loose in their sack either way as Genji cups them and rolls them gently around.

Hanzo then gulps down a mouthful of food and lets his chopsticks clatter on the table as he mutters “Finally,” and pushes away from the table, making Genji follow, regretfully letting go of Cole in the process. His brother’s eyes are burning as he watches Genji bob up and down on his dick before letting him pop out and lick up and down the wet length and tongue at his balls.

Then he grunts and lets his head fall back, and that’s all the warning Genji gets before Hanzo unleashes spurt after spurt of thick, white cum all across his face.

Genji opens his mouth wide, but he’s content to let the majority of it wildly miss the mark and paint his cheeks, beard, and hair.

Hanzo breathes heavily above him, shifting in his seat, until the last weak spurt dribbles down the underside of his cock, and he jumps a little when Genji dives in to lick it off his balls.

“Genji,” Hanzo murmurs. “You are magnificent. Won’t you let me…”

“Brother,” Genji interrupts again. He holds out the marker.

Hanzo takes it with a confused look.

Genji grins up at him. “On the cheek, please.”

Hanzo flushes deep red.

With a trembling hand, he draws a single line delicately on Genji’s left cheek.

“I think,” Cole whispers, watching them both breathlessly, “that I know how today’s gonna go.”

“Do you?” Genji says with a smirk. “Good. Off to the shooting range, now, brother. I may drop in on you to see how you’re doing later.”

Hanzo is a little too boneless to get up right then and there, but that’s not a problem. It means he gets to watch his little brother, his face still covered with his cum, shuffle over to Cole and begin working him back to full hardness with his lips and tongue instead of his fingers, with near-immediate effect, especially when the familiar but long-missed odor of Hanzo’s cum wafts up into Cole’s face, making him sigh fondly and thrust shallowly into Genji’s mouth, his breakfast half-eaten and temporarily forgotten.

Hanzo stays long enough to watch Cole sweat and mutter and tense and listen to Genji slurp and suckle and lick until Cole gasps, his eyes rolling back, and Genji grins triumphantly as he sits back a little to let his cum splash across his face to join Hanzo’s.

The only dry place on his face now is right next to the tally mark on his cheek, and Cole dutifully writes another one alongside it.

“Can’t wait,” he murmurs, stroking along Genji’s bearded jawline, smearing semen the entire way. “Can’t wait.”

Genji smiles. “See you around, cowboy.”

Then he scurries out from under the table, plunks himself into his chair, and cheerfully pours milk over his cereal, and both his boyfriends chuckle as Hanzo stands to leave and Cole tucks back into his ice-cold breakfast, all smiles.

Cole’s surmise is entirely correct.

As soon as Genji finishes eating, he cheerfully waves goodbye to Cole and heads out to find Hanzo.

He’s still covered in cum.

That’s no problem for a cyborg ninja, though. He remains out of sight of the Watchpoint’s other denizens, though, when he happens upon Soldier: 76 in the hallways and has to sneak around him, he hears him sniff suspiciously at the air, undoubtedly at the scent that’s trailing behind Genji with every step he takes, but Genji leaves the old man behind none-the-wiser.

He heads for the shooting range, a pulse of giddy, exhibitionist glee shooting through him.

Then he slips into the range, and he stops for a moment to admire the tableau of martial beauty and precision before him: Hanzo stands proud and tall as he breathes slowly and evenly and lets arrow after arrow fly from his bow to split its immediate predecessor neatly in two in the exact bull’s-eye.

His big brother is incredible, Genji thinks dreamily.

Then Hanzo takes in a deep, deep breath, and Genji knows the aroma of sex, the mark that Hanzo and Cole have left on Genji’s skin, has wafted over to him.

But his big brother knows exactly how to please Genji. He continues to breathe deep, but otherwise he keeps firing, even as Genji sidles up to him…

…kneels down…

…and shuffles around him to nuzzle at the bulge in Hanzo’s trousers, even as Hanzo nocks and aims and lets an arrow fly above him.

Hanzo doesn’t falter when Genji tugs his trousers down to free and swallow down his cock once again, but Genji can tell it’s a close thing.

Then he stops paying attention altogether to bows and arrows and focuses entirely on his brother’s delicious cock on his tongue.

He does try not to jostle Hanzo in any way as he licks and swallows up his salty taste, because he’s just naturally accommodating.

Hanzo, red-faced, sweating, taking in a sharp breath whenever Genji brushes the tip of his tip against the base of his shaft right above his balls, manages to score one last bull’s-eye before he squeezes his eyes shut and hunches forward ever-so-slightly as he releases another torrent onto Genji’s waiting tongue.

Genji has an openmouthed grin when Hanzo opens his eyes again, his tongue stuck out to display just how much spunk Hanzo had in him despite this being the third time he’s cum in less than an hour.

Then he swallows and raises the marker.

Hanzo laughs softly, but he deftly draws another mark on Genji’s cheek.

Hanzo will be training for at least another two hours, which is fine with Genji. He’ll know where to find his brother after he’s done with Cole.

The cowboy is in Winston’s lab, sitting in front of Winston’s desk with his feet propped up on it. He sniffs at the air and does a double take when Genji comes up, looking around the huge empty room and even out the huge window before them.

“Genji!” he whispers, eyes wide. “Winston went out to talk real quick with Tracer, but he’ll be back any minute!”

“Better make this quick, then,” Genji replies, waggling his eyebrows. “That’s what you get for getting roped into work on your day off.”

Cole rolls his eyes. “I ain’t working. I’m checking in with Winston about your birthday party next month. The one he’s gonna cancel when he finds you…finds you…mmm…”

Genji has crawled underneath the bridge of Cole’s legs and then, forcing them apart but leaving his feet on Winston's desk, has straightened up on his knees, unzipped the cowboy’s jeans, freed his erection, and begun nursing right on the cockhead.

Cole doesn't have much to say after that, particularly when Genji starts pumping his shaft with his hands while laving at his cockhead and slit.

He does groan a lot, though. Winston would have heard him long before he saw Genji if he returned through the doors downstairs, but he doesn't, so it's fine.

Soon enough, Cole lets out a short, strangled yell and Genji has a mouthful of tart, bitter semen to swallow down. He holds it on his tongue and savors it while Cole draws another mark on his cheek before he ducks back under Cole’s legs.

"Gotta start adding to the tally on your other cheek," Cole calls after him as he hurries away.

"What do you think I'm going to go do right now?"

And, indeed, when he returns to the shooting range, Hanzo is sitting on a bench, taking a short break, and he chuckles when Genji tugs his trousers down around his ankles…then gasps when Genji clambers into his lap and sinks down in a precision strike right onto his dick.

Hanzo is a lot quieter than Cole, but his pants and hisses and the slap of his skin against Genji’s still echo through the room as he spears into Genji’s welcoming, silken interior and into his own lubricating essence, and Cole's, of course.

He hugs Genji tight and grinds his little brother’s body down onto his cock when he comes, breathing hard between Genji’s pecs as he does so, shuddering from head to toe.

He feels so good pressed up against him like this that Genji can’t help but lay a kiss on the crown of his head, smiling when Hanzo lets out a small gasp at the tender gesture.

Then Genji climbs off of him, turns around, plants his feet shoulder-width apart, then bends forward until he is grinning at Hanzo between his own legs, and holds out the marker.

Hanzo looks both exasperated and fond of how quickly Genji can switch from tender to lewd and back again, but he dutifully marks down another line, trailing his fingertips down Genji’s thigh at the same time.

Then Genji straightens up, blows a kiss to his brother, and marches out, clenching hard to keep from leaking too much.

Cole has finished up his business with Winston and is now standing in the rec room. Genji has to wait, hidden in the shadows, for Reinhardt to finish up a boisterous tale before the giant man suddenly realizes he is late for an armor calibration with Brigitte and hurries out.

Cole shakes his head smilingly at Reinhardt’s back and turns around and starts when he finds Genji on all fours on the floor, his ass sticking up in the air, his hole wet and winking.

"Jesus," Cole mutters fervently as he unbuckles his belt and sinks to his knees. "It's good to have your kinky ass back."

"Less talk, more fuck, Cole," Genji replies, but Cole is an excellent boyfriend and is already sinking into him before he finishes the sentence.

Then he pounds into him right there on the rec room floor, with the doors to the hallway left wide open for anyone to walk through, and the thought of that, how wanton, how obscene it is, is the closest Genji gets to releasing his own boiling load all over the rec room floor, but he manages to hold off. Barely.

The rest of the day is heavenly.

Genji crosses back and forth, sneaking his way from Hanzo to Cole and back again, and his boyfriends, despite having such a backlog, are shooting largely dry orgasms by lunchtime, plus Genji’s hole is loose and leaking and his jaw aching, but Genji has a solution for all three problems.

Hanzo groans when, instead of slipping inside Genji’s sloppy hole for the tenth time, his cock goes between Genji’s slick, slippery, tight, muscular legs, and since they're on the rooftop overlooking the sea, only a particularly sharp-eyed and horny sailor on the container ship passing by might see Hanzo shivering and jolting on the ground, under Genji and between his thighs, as Cole watches in rapt attention, their lunch laying to one side.

"There’s room for one more, cowboy," Genji admonishes with a raised eyebrow, and soon Hanzo and Cole’s dicks are slipping and sliding against each other for the second time that day.

This has the added benefit that Hanzo and Cole can coat each other with hot spunk, because Genji’s thighs can relax and tighten and rub and squeeze together so sweetly and deliciously that they draw upon an hitherto inaccessible well deep within his lovers.

And Genji just knows there's more where that came from.

And indeed, Hanzo squirts two more loads, one onto the ground in the garden where he meditates after lunch and the other onto the workout bench in the gym.

Cole also has two more loads, but he insists on grunting lowly and withdrawing from Genji’s tight embrace to splatter his cum across Genji’s stomach in the pantry and his back in the utility closet.

There are plenty more dry orgasms besides, because Genji’s mouth and asshole bounce back fairly quickly.

Finally, as the sun sets and fills the Watchpoint with a deep red-orange glow, Cole and Hanzo return to their quarters to find Genji on all fours beneath the table, and steak and baked potatoes and romantic, lit candles on top.

Hanzo and Cole enjoy the excellent dinner while Genji, finally conceding that he’s gotten everything his lovers can offer, merely warms Cole’s cock in his mouth and Hanzo’s cock in his ass, comfortably and wonderfully full as he listens to them talk and laugh above him through a haze of scintillating scents and flavors drifting through his immense satisfaction.

Then Hanzo and Cole disengage, draw Genji out from under the table, and all but bodily carry him into their bedroom and deposit him on his back on their bed.

Cole taps the tally marks on both his cheeks. "Eighteen."

Hanzo taps the tally marks on both his asscheeks. "Fourteen."

"Amazing, darling," Cole murmurs into Genji’s ear before pressing kisses down his jawline.

"We're proud and, frankly, astounded," Hanzo adds as he hitches Genji’s knees over his shoulders.

"Your turn," they say in near-unison, and Genji shouts when his ballsack is engulfed in Hanzo’s mouth and his shaft buried in Cole’s, their heat swarming into his core and making him instantly drenched in sweat as his long, long, long-neglected cock, primed almost to bursting by one endless month and then by one perfect day, is finally back in service.

His nerves have not been the least bit dormant in that time. If anything, they've been humming with electricity nonstop since day one, prepping themselves, aching, clamoring, yearning.

Now they seize on Hanzo and Cole’s touch like a lion's teeth around the throat of a gazelle, stopping Genji’s breath just as effectively.

It's ecstasy on a scale he's never known, never dreamed of. He's had bolts run through him before but never lightning, flames but never a wildfire, tremors but never an earthquake.

All of it and more rocks through him now, so strong and so all-encompassing that he can't even come for several blissed-out, interminable, white-hot minutes as Hanzo rolls his balls over his tongue and Cole swallows his cockhead into the confines of his throat over and over and over.

When his body finally remembers it's supposed to orgasm, Hanzo feels Genji tense, almost contort, and drops his wet, cooling ballsack to lick and tease and gape his mouth wide open over his straining, deep purple, weeping erection alongside Cassidy, who pops off in order to share the bounty.

Then the eruption begins.

It's been a month, and boy does Genji’s cock know it.

Whatever doesn't land in or on Hanzo and Cole’s mouths, faces, hair, or hands as they jointly pump Genji’s huge shaft sails up into the air like a fountain, arcing delicately to rain back down on them like a summer cloudburst, and several large globs of himself land in Genji’s own mouth as he gapes in a wordless scream of pleasure up at the deluge descending upon them.

By the time it's over, he might as well have thrown a bucketful over all three of them and the sheets around him.

The aroma is thick enough to cut with a knife.

Genji swears he can see steam rising in thin wisps towards the ceiling.

It's good. It's so good.

He needs more.

"Cl…cle…clean me up," he gasps, needing a few tries to learn how to talk again. "Then bl…blow me again."

His cock isn't softening at all.

Hanzo and Cole grin at him, cum dripping off their beards, then turn to each other. "Rock Paper Scissors to decide who rides him first?" Cole asks. "The other gets to do as he commands and clean him up."

Hanzo hums thoughtfully. "Do I want to lose or do I want to win?" he asks himself.

"Honey, I'm asking myself the exact same thing," Cole purrs as they look back up at Genji.

It's gonna be a long night and Genji is going to be completely and utterly sated by the end of it.

But, somehow, as his lovers decide amongst themselves who's going to milk his next load out, he's already looking forward to next November…or, more specifically, next December first.

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