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#so no there is no 'milking the situation' here. go learn what words mean before you say things perhaps <3
fatuismooches · 1 year
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synopsis: The first to betray him was his creator, his mother. The second was his family, his friend. The third was a child similar to him. Would you, his lover, be the fourth?
includes: scaramouche w/ gn! reader
notes: An uncompleted fic I wrote in October before Scaramouche's release. Therefore it is not very accurate, especially the part where he likes sweets. I don't think I'll finish it, so I decided to post my ramblings here for your entertainment. (Some places won't make sense... I jumped around a lot, by the way.)
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Imagine being eternal lovers with Scaramouche.
You can’t remember the exact date when you first encountered the man, who was the definition of beauty. How many centuries ago was that again? Two? Three? Nevermind that. After all, the one thing you’d never forget was the first memory you made with him.
You placed the sweet treats on your table, ready for your delicious snack. But you know what? You needed something to drink too. Perhaps you’d try some of that Dango Milk you saw, from that guy whose stall never got any business since everyone was so skeptical of it. Dango with dango would surely be an interesting combination. And so you set out to quickly purchase some, not bothering to lock your doors. You would only be gone for five to ten minutes, after all.
What you did not expect, however, was that when you returned, your front door was wide open. Hesitantly climbing up the steps very slowly, you were greeted by an unknown man’s presence inside your house, munching away at your damn dango. It took a few seconds to process - someone went broke into your house to eat your food. And it occurred to you - out of anything he could steal, he chose to steal sweets. Not the stash of Mora you had hidden away, or some vases, or anything that actually had monetary value. He chose the Tricolor Dango lying on your kitchen table, half of it already eaten. If you weren’t so scared of some guy breaking into your house, you would have thought it was cute. (Little did he know, his own tastes reflected that of his creator.)
Wait, you shouldn’t be trying to analyze him, he was literally in your house uninvited! You needed to get the Tenryou Commission or something! And so you stepped back, but of course, the dreaded very loud creak of that one particular floorboard echoed throughout the house, and the man immediately noticed you. You were busted. (Or was he? Later you would learn this was far more embarrassing for him than for you.)
Gorgeous, long indigo hair flowed down, coupled with matching eyes and porcelain skin. Up close, he looked so beautiful that it almost didn’t feel humanly possible.
“Don’t even think of saying a word of this to anyone,” he hissed out threateningly, “or else.” You let out a muffled “okay” and furiously nodded your head, not wanting to know what the ‘or else’ entailed. Then he released his hand from your mouth, quickly slammed the door shut, and left. By the time you could regain your composure and look out the window, the doll-like man was already gone.
All that remained of the encounter were the empty sticks that held dango before on your table.
A good amount of time had passed since that situation. You went about your life, working, eating, sleeping, shopping. But for some reason, you could not get the intruder out of your mind. You had so many questions about him. Maybe it was because your life was too boring and although he had scared you, you were quite interested in him. How’d he know your door was unlocked? Maybe he was following you? What kind of financial situation did he have if he had to steal dango from you?! And for his stunning looks, his mouth was quite… foul. As these thoughts continued to plague your mind, there was only one thing to do.
Attempt to make him come back, of course. Now, you did not have the means to just go out and look for him, nor could you ask around for information about him. So you did the only thing you could do was lure him out. With dango, of course, since that was the only piece of information you had about him.
Every evening, you would wait on the porch with a plate of various types of dango on it next to you. Of course, he didn’t show up, but you didn’t have anything better to do. And so, your nightly activities quickly changed to drinking a cup of tea while reading on your porch, as you awaited the mysterious man’s presence. 
Unfortunately, after a week or two, the only thing you were successful in was gaining weight from all of the sweets you had to eat after he didn’t show up, your wallet consequently being drained, and powering through the strange but appreciative looks the vendor gave you when you came back every day to purchase new sweets.
It was another day of executing your very poorly thought-out plan, and you began to grow rather sleepy. You were practically messing up your sleep schedule for some random guy. That was just… embarrassing, you thought, but you couldn’t help it. Leaning your body against a pillar of the porch, you closed your eyes, allowing your mind to go wild with fantasies. Perhaps you could experience one of those forbidden romance novel plots like from Yae Publishing House with this stranger… ah, how marvelous that would be…
Your breathing began to slow, and your thoughts became less coherent. You were on the verge of falling asleep, but you could hear some noise, even though it was fuzzy in your current state. But no matter, it was probably just some squirrels. But then you heard it much louder, coming much closer to you by the second. It was the familiar crunch of the leaves that had fallen around your house that had made you jump back to life.
And there he was, long silky hair flowing behind him, unscarred skin, soft lips, and pretty eyes, though his resemblance of eternal beauty disappeared when he noticed you were not sleeping, wide awake in fact.
Of course, you sprang to your feet almost immediately, not about to let this opportunity after weeks of waiting slip away.
“Hey! Don’t go this time! I have… more dango! For you!” You must have looked pretty pathetic to be convincing a criminal to stay with sweets of all things, but you gave up your dignity when you started with this plan.
“… Were you trying to make me come back with this simple-minded idea? Idiot.” It seemed like he only liked to open his mouth when he was able to insult you. (But you also thought that he was trying to play off his embarrassment.)
“Well, it worked, did it not? Seems like you’re the idiot because you actually came again, and had to wait until I was asleep. Were you scared of me?” you sassed back. By the look on his face, it seemed like you annoyed him.
“Watch it,” he snapped. “I could make you very scared of me right now.”
You didn’t doubt that so you quickly shut your mouth and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. “W-well, you should come get what you came for,” gesturing towards the dango. But he didn’t move, to your displeasure. Was it too close to you, perhaps? And so you pushed the plate as far away to the other side as possible, and at last, he walked forward to grab it. He picked up a stick of dango and scrutinized it, as if it was possible you poisoned him or something. But it appeared to pass his inspection test, as he began to munch on it.
“I was hoping you’d give up soon.” You perked up at his words. Finally an opportunity for conversation. 
“After everything I’ve invested into this, I couldn’t,” you sighed. “And this means you were watching me, weren’t you?!”
His hair bounced as he shrugged his shoulders, taking a bite of the dango. “I had to make sure you didn’t tell anyone about me,” he said nonchalantly as if watching someone’s every move was normal. You decided to hold your tongue - you and your wallet worked hard for this after all. Some time passed, and you licked your lips, preparing yourself to ask your first question.
“So… what is your name, wanderer?”
The man merely shrugged as he continued to eat the dango. You began to wonder if that was the only thing he consumed. What kind of diet did he have, and how did he only survive on dango? But anyways, you weren’t sure if he didn’t want to tell you his name (which was highly likely) or rather there was another circumstance preventing him from doing so.
“Do you have a name?”
The eccentric individual paused for a brief moment, but that was all you needed to know. “Wait here,” you said, getting up to enter your house. You entered your room and looked under your bed, reaching for a huge encyclopedia. You cursed as you heaved it up, it was quite long. You shoved some other books inside that might be helpful, and carried them outside to the stranger.
“Shit,” you mumbled, practically dropping the books down on the porch. You were an average citizen, well, probably frailer than a normal person so carrying all these books felt like too big of a strain. At this point, the man was eyeing you suspiciously (and almost in annoyance?) but you pushed the books over to his side anyway.
“These,” you panted, “could help you find a name. Any name. Anything you like. You should choose it yourself,” you reasoned. “I can’t keep calling you stranger, you know” you tried to make a joke but immediately regretted it at his flat and almost unamused expression. You don’t think he is very friendly. But nonetheless, his eyes flickered down to the various assortment of books, and you could see a brief glimpse of… sadness? It disappeared as quickly as it came, but he very hesitantly sat down, reached for the pile, and began flipping through the pages. You let out a breath of relief you didn’t know you were holding.
You didn’t know how much time passed, as the golden and orange hues of the sunset gradually vanished, replaced with the glow of the moon and stars. You were worried about if he could still see the text, but he was going through it with ease. He must have good eyesight. You didn’t want him to snap at you for staring at him again, so you looked up and counted the stars instead.
“Kunikuzushi.”
It took you a second to realize that he finally spoke. All of your energy returned as you sat up straight. “What?”
“Kunikuzushi. That is my name,” he repeated.
“Kunikuzushi…” you repeated. If you weren’t mistaken, that meant something along the lines of “country destroyer.” It certainly wasn’t a common name, and you were slightly worried about what country he wanted to destroy, but it was unique. It suited this eccentric stranger.
“Alright,” you smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, Kunikuzushi.” 
Ever since you helped him choose his name, you made it a habit to continue to leave a plate of dango outside your house. Sometimes he would appear and eat with you, sitting all the way on the other edge of the porch. Other times, he wouldn’t show up while you were outside, but when you woke up in the morning, the dango was gone. Although you were still failing to make good conversation with him, his repeated visits satisfied you for now. It felt nice to have a new person in your life. Until one day, he came to you during the night, right before you were about to retire to your bed for the day.
“Where is it?”
You sighed. “Good night to you too, Kuni. To what do I owe this pleasure?”
Kunikuzushi rolled his eyes and scowled. “It’s Kunikuzushi,” he emphasized. “Not that… nonsense.”
“Mhm, totally understand. I’ll stop calling you that, Ku,” you teased.
“You're an exasperating human,” he glared. “Anyway, where is my plate?” His plate? Oh, he was talking about how you didn’t leave out any dango tonight.
“Well, I got out late from work and by the time I went to the stall, it was already closed for the day. So, you’ll just have to survive without any today. Sorry, Kuni.” You were tempted to make fun of him but the look on his face made you feel kind of bad. He sucked his teeth and actually looked kind of annoyed, and was positioned to leave. And then you came up with a solution.
“Hey, don’t go. Come inside, I have an idea,” you said, opening your door wider.
Kunikuzushi squinted his eyes suspiciously at you. “Why?”
“Oh, stop acting as if I’m gonna kill you or something. Just get in here!” You turned your back and headed towards your kitchen, and a few seconds later you heard your door slam shut. You were delighted to have Kuni back in your house.
You retrieved a cookbook and looked over the ingredients for Tri-Color Dango. Glutinous rice flour, tofu, sugar, milk… sakura blooms, and snapdragons for the coloring. And some green tea would go well with it. Good thing you had all of the essential ingredients.
“I’m just going to make you the dango from scratch, so you can sit down and wait.”
“You can do that?”
“Of course,” you laughed. “Buying it is just more convenient and less work for me. Would you like to watch me, Kunikuzushi?”
He couldn’t deny that he was interested, and so he silently pulled a chair and sat at your kitchen table, earning a cheeky grin from you.
You smiled, (insert process on making dango)
“You can’t eat it yet!” you said, quickly stopping him from biting it. “We need to cook it first!” He looked disappointed.
“Just follow me,” you hummed as you began sticking the dango through the bamboo skewer. He looked over and started doing the same with ease. Huh. He was pretty good at it.
“Of course. Most foods taste better homemade.”
You don’t know why, but after that experience, Kunikuzushi started to knock on your door a lot more often, to the point you saw him almost every day. His time of arrival varied, but nonetheless, he became a familiar face you welcomed. To be honest, you had no idea what to do with him at first. He still did not divulge anything about himself, and rather looked at you expectantly. So you decided to teach him things, as you had a feeling he wasn’t good at traditional basic tasks.
You tried to teach him how to sew and crochet. Kunikuzushi ended up pricking his finger multiple times and the string of curses that followed was endless. When he joined you to plant flowers and vegetables, he grew frustrated when the things he planted didn’t grow, when he accidentally placed too much pressure on the seeds, and kept messing up the correct amount of water. Anything that required great care and gentleness, he did not succeed in. 
So you told him about the ancient Irodori Festival, about beloved Inazuman folklore, about your favorite childhood stories, to which he scoffed and rolled his eyes, calling out some of the dumb choices by the protagonists, but always listening to you with full attention. Admittedly, you were guilty of accidentally teaching him some of your favorite combinations of curses.
You introduced him to more of your favorite sweets (with him sitting at the table watching you, it was the best option.) Despite his clear fondness for sweets, he vehemently denied it and didn’t have an aptitude for making them at all. Every time Kuni tried to bake something with you, he poured the incorrect amount causing the excess to slip, or turned the heat up too high or too low, scowling at every failure. He didn’t seem to have much of an appetite for other meals, which confused you. Didn’t he have to eat something else to survive? But he always seemed perfectly fine, in better health than you. You decided not to question it further.
But when Kuni followed you around while shopping, if any of the sellers tried to scam you or raise the price a little too high, he would quickly lash out a string of things you’d rather not repeat. And while you profusely apologized for his behavior, you were secretly grateful because it helped you out a lot. When you struggled to hold the grocery bags, he would snatch them from you, complaints following but none had any real bite to them when compared to his actions. Despite his lean stature, he was surprisingly strong.
The more time you spent with him, the more you grew to like him. You had realized that since your first encounter, Kuni had started to show more emotion, as if he was repressing it in the beginning. You had no idea why he hung around you of all people; Kunikuzushi had no obligation to, much less help you with random tasks. It was as if he had nowhere else to go, to return to. But you didn’t want to question him, in fear he’d leave you for prying.
Your new pastime with Kunikuzushi involved explaining and taking him around Inazuma to partake in “useless human frivolities.” (You were confused as to though he referred to things as if they didn’t include him, but whenever you brought this up, he just scoffed and ignored you.) But one place he vehemently refused to go was the shrine.
“I don’t want to go there.” The firmness of his statement caught you off guard.
“To the shrine? Is there any particular reason why?”
You could already tell by the look on his face that he would not be responding. Perhaps he did not like the Gods. “Well, that’s okay. It’s not my favorite place either.” And that was the end of it. It was the same thing when you went anywhere near the Electro Archon’s Tenshukaku. He would tense up, grit his teeth, and drag you to the other direction. You wished to know why he loathed the Gods, but you still did not know anything about his past. Maybe one day he’ll open up.
Whenever you ushered Kunikuzushi into your house when it was raining, in fear that he’d get sick, he always replied that he wouldn’t, and he didn’t. He defeated hilichurls and monsters easily with electro powers, despite not having a Vision. How he frequently referred to you as human. It was all starting to make a lot more sense.
(I was going to write a scene about you two falling in love here.)
When Scaramouche was on the other side of the nation, the recipes you gave to him of the meals you made before for him gave him some peace. It didn’t taste nearly as good as when you made it. He wondered if it was due to his skills, or rather because he didn’t have you to share it with.
(I had planned that after Scara left to go to the Fatui, he comes back to find you missing. Later he finds you but you were experimented on in a hidden lab, somehow causing your lifespan to increase, hence the eternal lovers part. The experimentation left you really weak which is why he was scared you were going to die and leave him.)
He placed his hat to the side and sat down next to your bed, gazing at your sleeping figure. You were so frail and powerless, like a typical human. Yet he found himself coming back every time. But now as he looks at you, a familiar, disgusting feeling forms in the pit of his stomach again.
The first to betray him was his creator, his mother. The second was his family, his friend. The third was a child similar to him. Would you, his lover, be the fourth?
You couldn’t leave him. You just can’t. Without you, the fury he desperately tries to quell will surely swallow him whole. You had to come and weasel your way into his life despite his persistence in hating humans. If he never saw your eyes peer at him curiously when he told stories of the outside world, if you never laughed again while he insulted his co-workers, he would… he would never forgive you.
Or rather, Scaramouche suddenly thought, had he betrayed you instead? He had promised himself many years ago, to always protect you. Yet he failed. And now you were in this state because of his weakness.
The Harbinger balled his hands into fists so tightly, he threatened to draw blood. And he would have, if he didn’t notice you twitch and sleepily mumble. He drew his attention to you and unballed his hands to gently hold yours.
Scaramouche, or rather Kunikuzushi, rested his head on the soft sheets, squeezing your hand. You would wake up, he knew you would… you never let him down, unlike anyone else… This was a moment that no one else would ever know about.
But the moment of eternity peace was broken by a knock on her door. Immediately, Scaramouche shot up and put his hat back on, needing to get back into character.
“Come in.”
One of the agents appeared, looking terrified for his life as usual. He licked his lips, trying to find the words to talk, but failed.
“Spit it out already,” Scaramouche scowled, annoyed at the intrusion.
“Lord Harbinger I- well, I t-think it would be easier for you to read this yourself. It was found in the lab."
(This was supposed to be the ending of the fic...)
You were there for him. When he was just Kunikuzushi, when he was Scaramouche. When he was a Harbinger, when he wasn’t. When he tried to find a heart with the Electro Archon’s gnosis, and the aftermath of his tears, reassuring him that he was more than enough for you, that your heart was his.
You would belong to each other for eternity.
(The way Scaramouche canonically hates sweets singlehandedly ruined the plot of this fic💀)
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never--doubt · 1 year
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How To Make a Latte- Part 2
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Step 2: Steam the Milk
Chapter Summary: Joel decides it's time to actually enter the cafe Sarah studies at and meet you. As far as first meetings go...it could have been worse.
Pairing: Joel Miller x Female!Reader
Words: 1188
Chapter Warnings: Protective!Joel, , some men can’t accept no for an answer (Joel helps him do so though), Dad!Joel, nervous reader, awkward almost flirting, teasing
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Step 2: Steam the Milk- Milk is the second main ingredient, and a good latte is built on good milk! A little warmth is never bad, and warm milk makes for a cozy drink any day. Be careful not to burn or scald the milk though, sometimes the heat can be too much, and burned milk never tastes good!
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Joel glanced at the time as he pulled into the parking lot of the coffee shop. Work had ended early today, for once, and Joel had decided to lean into the urge to meet this Y/N that Sarah kept mentioning. He was here almost 15 minutes before Sarah was done, so it was more than enough time to go inside and get a drink.
Turning off the engine, he hopped out of the truck and moved inside. His eyes caught Sarah at a table in the corner with her tutor, the two leaning over a notebook and textbook and talking softly. Content to see his daughter working hard, Joel let his gaze turn to the register at the counter, where a woman was glaring at the man in front of her, who was trying to lean on the counter.
“Come on, baby,” the man begged.
“I told you no on Saturday, that answer isn’t changing,” she spat out, her arms folded.
“But-”
“I have customers to help, and things to do, Dan,” she interrupted.
“Y/N, baby, please.”
Joel knew how to read situations, it was something he prided himself on. And what was happening in front of him now was not a good situation. At all. It was clear that she didn’t want him there, and he was ignoring her.
“Excuse me,” Joel spoke up.
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Your date on Saturday had been a mistake. A huge one.
Dan had been introduced to you as a friend, and when he had asked you out you had thought “why not?” It had been a while since you had gone on a proper date, and you wanted to feel wanted and sexy.
That had not happened. Dan was cocky, rude, only talked about himself, and then had the gall to ask for sex. The answer had been a strong no, and you had gone home alone.
But Dan was apparently not going to let that go. Three days later, he was at your work, borderline harassing you. He was not taking no for an answer, and it was not only pissing you off but starting to worry you a little. If he didn’t take no for an answer, what would he do?
“I have customers to help, and things to do, Dan,” you interrupted.
“Y/N, baby, please,” he begged.
“Excuse me.”
You froze and looked past Dan, seeing an older man standing behind Dan. His arms were folded over his chest, his brow furrowed, and a glare sent at Dan. “She doesn’t want to talk to you,” the stranger stated.
Dan scoffed. “She clearly does.”
“No, she doesn’t.” the older man stated. You noticed his shoulders pull back, his back straighten, and he was then towering over Dan. “She has said no, so she means no.”
Dan rolled his eyes. “She’s just playing-”
The stranger stepped forward again, now chest-to-chest with Dan. “She is not playing hard to get. She does not want you here, and I think you should listen.” His eyes narrowed, and you could feel the anger rolling off of him. “Before things turn south.”
Dan swallowed and slid away, practically running out the door without another word.
You sighed in relief, looking at the man. “I…thank you. I wasn't sure he’d leave at all.”
“Boys like that will only learn lessons the hard way,” he responded, relaxing slightly. “Hopefully he’s learned his.”
“I hope so,” you agreed softly, unable to place what was different about the man in front of you. Was it just because he had helped you, and ran the creep out of the cafe? Or…was it something else?
“I-I am so sorry,” you muttered, shaking your head. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“Just a black coffee, if you don’t mind,” he stated, his gruff voice still deep, but with less of the fury you had seen before.
You nodded and turned, pouring the hot coffee into a cup, sliding the sleeve, and popping the lid on. Facing him, you slid the cup across the counter. “There you are.”
“What do I owe you?” he asked, pulling out his wallet.
“Nothing, it’s on the house,” you replied, shrugging. “Consider it a thank you for helping in a situation you didn’t need to.”
He paused, before nodding slowly. “I’m happy I could help.”
He pulled out a bill and slid it into the tip jar, right as Sarah called out, “Dad?”
You froze as he turned, a smile growing on his lips as the teen jogged towards him, a smile on her own face. “You’re early,” she said, wrapping her arms around him.
He chuckled, hugging her back. “Told you I’d be on time.”
Your heart melted at the sight of Sarah curling into this man, and him wrapping himself around her, providing the comfort only a father could provide. Looking at them side by side, you could see the resemblance; the brown of their eyes, the similar jawline. Sarah clearly got a lot from her father, and what wasn’t helping you right now was the fact that he was very handsome, on top of clearly being a good father.
The hug ended, and Sarah smiled at you. “Y/N, this is my dad. Dad, Y/N.”
He glanced at you. “Joel, please.”
“Good to meet you, Joel,” you said softly, the name repeating over and over in your mind. “Sarah talks about you all the time.”
“Oh does she?” he asked, glancing down at her.
Sarah nodded, smiling. “Only bad things.”
You all laughed softly, your heart skipping a beat as Joel’s deep chocolate eyes turned back to you. “Well, Sarah mentions you too. Thank you for keeping an eye on her.”
“I’m happy to,” you responded. “She’s a good kid.”
Sarah grinned widely, looking up at him. “Hear that? I’m a good kid.”
“I think I misheard,” he replied, the corner of his mouth rising slightly. “You? Good?”
Sarah rolled her eyes. “Says you.”
He chuckled, nodding to the table she had been sitting at. “You done?”
“Yup, lemme get my stuff.” She darted off to the table, leaving Joel alone with you again.
He looked back at you, and you swore that his eyes were staring into your soul. “She says you work every night?”
“Only weeknights,” you stated. “I’m off weekends. Perks of being the veteran barista.”
He chuckled. “Those perks are nice. Well…” He stepped back, his coffee cup in hand. “Maybe I’ll come in early again on Thursday. Get another cup.”
“I’ll be here,” you muttered, swearing your heart skipped a beat.
He nodded and waved goodbye, taking Sarah’s bag as they moved out of the cafe.
Forcing yourself to look away as he climbed into his truck, you took a shaky breath.
Fuck. You were screwed.
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aestheticvoyage2023 · 6 months
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Day 284: Wednesday October 11, 2023 - "This was 27 months"
The 27th month was a really fun entertaining month, and in the busy-ness, and task loading I lost track of that quite a bit - I need to pay better attention to the blessings in my life - the blessing of this happy funny sweet innocent boy. Looking back, out of the heat of the moments, it all doesn't seem so bad - there isn't much thats terrible about these twos once you settle into the rhythm of it. And as much time as we spend together, he's become very predictable to me - I'd like to think maybe he feels the same for me. I spent some time away from him for a weekend this month, and spent the whole time feeling like I was missing or losing something. I can only imagine the same tether effect Audrie must feel every time she leaves home, and love her all the more for it. As much as it was overwhelming at times this past month to be the primary parent - it was a real gift, I realize. I was fully engaged in the work to grow my plate, and I was here as he grows his. Its fascinating then to watch Mama come back home into this ongoing operation and get back into his groove and fill him back up. Pouring so much in and as Audrie tells me consistently, we just gotta keep pouring in. Thank god for these monthly reflections, because otherwise it would be a blur. A blur with a tagline about how damn hard it was and how much work it was. But by stopping, it comes into focus. What a huge month for all of us. Our family is evolving, shedding skin, figuring it out. As hard as the molting might feel.
It helps that William is such a sweet boy, a funny character - a live one. And the training is fully underway. Careful now in the way we explain and what we explain and how we talk about him in front of each other - building him up, supporting him, coaching him - starting to work on making sure that he comes up a better version of ourselves. I am careful and intentional in how we spend our time together, making it positively impactful, and I work on repair where I don't do it all quite as good as I should, apologizing as he rolls his eyes at me. I am teaching him to use kind words, please and thank you, and I am sorry - to confidently ace his potty training goals, to play and be goofy, while learning and growing. I try not to hold him back too much or helicopter too much. I am working on building trust, explaining what I mean. I let him know when I make a mistake and where I can do better. I work to keep ahead of him, and keep pulling him onto the best path he can find to come out better than me. I am working on keeping things evolving for him, connecting with family, travelling to learn cities and different people. Breaking down his horizons, in a friendly nurturing unearthing. I am starting to teach him everything I know. His mama too. As he is starting to gain his independence, and his own story, that he now tells with more expression and more words than the day before. I set up play areas for him in the Great Room, pretending to run trains on imaginary tracks. Or I chase him on the rocket ship all the way to the end of Baker St, with no shoes on, and now he's on his bike. The world is growing and inviting him in. He is accepting that invite with a toothy smile, and wispy uncut hair, and a slew of unintelligible words.
And of all the many special treasures and lucky breaks that we've gotten with William, one of the biggest that we'll tell of and compliment, and attribute successes to, will be the fact that here going into the 28th month, despite the crazy herky jerky schedule of our lives, the Mama Milk Stream is still coming through strong for our boy and his brain and their attachment. Its something that neither of us really expected, when Audrie went back to work with the attitude of we'll just see what happens (a sentiment that also worked perfectly for our sleeping situation that we're not only settling into but preferring). Its amazing to me, to watch Audrie mother and nurture and balance all she does, while also keeping this flow of milk, and nutrition flowing for our baby boy and keeping the grace and space to manage me, her co-parent and crazy mad-man partner. Shes a saint that keeps this whole show bolted together. As I reflect on the big leaps that William had this month, with his ABCs, and counting, and imaginative play, and memories, and stories - its hard to not attribute it all to the root; that same Mama Milk that has nurtured him since the day he was born and is now running so deeply between them that even when she is gone for 6 days, it was like she never left. I ask him often when shes gone - "you love your mama?" and when he says yes, I make sure he knows - not near as much as she loves you, bud. He'll never doubt for love in our house.
And all the angsty hard days I had this month, were just a tired dad working hard at being a good dad. After all, I have a brilliant role model under my same roof to look up to and show the way. I'll keep that positive momentum going now into a more routine month. Continuing to work hard kind words, repair, and free play outside including walks on his bike, time at playgrounds, and weekends with both mama and daddy! If 28th month is half as lively as the 27th month was, we're in for a really fun memorable ride! These are the days we'll be talking about for the rest of our lives and I just wish Id stop it enjoy it more intentionally while its still here.
Song: Sam the Sham & The Pharoahs - Wooly Bully
Quote: “Don’t try to make life a mathematics problem with yourself in the center and everything coming out equal. When you’re good, bad things can still happen. And if you’re bad, you can still be lucky.” ― Barbara Kingsolver
Favorite Food: Popsicle (Red, White, Yellow, Orange - all the things).
Favorite Song:  Sam the Sham & The Pharoahs - Wooly Bully
Favorite Book: Spooky Wheels On The Bus
Favorite Show:  Max The Glow Train Alphabet Ride
Favorite Toy(s): Magnet Trains / Rocket Ship Rider / Planet Puzzle
Best Phrase/ Word: Announcing when the pee or poo is coming! Successful potty train in the books. Also this month saw the start of "Cheeeeese" and "I love you too" while we keep building muscle for Please and Thank You
Favorite Favorite: Running fast with his arms back like wings - he's an airplane. Faster than a racecar!
Least Favorite: When someone does something for him that he wanted to do for himself. "William Do It!"
Big First: Fireworks Show (Petco Park in San Diego)
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Hey everyone, it’s August 19, 2023. Do you know what that means? It means happy 20-year anniversary to the events of this YouTube video!
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It’s one of the less talked about of the various old Chocolate Milk Gang Edinburgh clips I’ve found on YouTube. By which I mean it’s less talked about by me than a few of the others are, but that is also an indication of how much it’s talked about in general, because I am the only person in the world talking about those clips. The CMG Edinburgh videos I’ve found span a few years, but the earliest are from 2003, so we’re going to hit twenty-year anniversaries of a couple in a row this week.
We open on Daniel Kitson doing some material that was a fairly significant part of his 2005 Edinburgh show, appearing here with somewhat cruder wording than he used in the final versions of that show. Apparently he was sufficiently happy with the concept of that bit to hang onto it for two years before making it an official part of an official show, but he had a more extreme example that he saved for when performing in the middle of the night to drunk Gilded Balloon people. When he performed it in the middle of the night to sober people at The Stand two years later, this bit did not contain the words “wanking freely”. Not that I think he wouldn’t use that phrase at The Stand. But maybe wouldn’t go to it just for the sake of impressing a raucous and filth-demanding crowd, the way that he’d clearly learned to do at Late ‘n’ Live. You can see why twenty years later he’s writing plays about the sins of his past, Simon Amstell/Grandma’s House-style. Maybe a tiny bit Frankie Boyle-style, too. Someone should make a list of all the comedians who’ve written pieces of comedy that are apologies for the much harsher comedian they used to be. Amstell blamed the "roast culture" at the intersection of popular music and 00s panel shows, Boyle can blame the bearpit that Mock the Week allegedly was in its early years, and apparently Kitson can blame the drunk people at the Gilded Balloon.
Then the montage moves on, and Jason Byrne is on stage, covered in bubble wrap. Kitson introducing him like he’s a cage fighter, and there’s clearly a lot more irony in the way Kitson’s presenting this situation than in the way the crowd is receiving it, as they are audibly yelling for blood. Jason Byrne stumbles on his words, which does not surprise me, because I think I’ve heard his name specifically mentioned as one of the anti-Chocolate Milk Gang people. By which I mean they given the name by people like Andrew Maxwell and Jason Byrne and Glenn Wool – the latter of whom has been credited with actually coming up with the term – for not getting drunk at late-night Edinburgh shows, in contrast to the people who named them, who were always drunk at late-night Edinburgh shows.
Anyway, David O’Doherty turns up, also covered in bubble wrap, accompanied by his evil manager, noted Chocolate Milk Gang named coiner Glenn Wool. And then they set about attacking each other with garbage bags. DO’D… really going for it. Just beating the shit out of Jason Byrne during bubble wrap wrestling with what must be more zeal than was planned. They cover the bubble wrap wrestling night in slightly more detail on the 2012 BBC Scotland Late 'n' Live documentary, and in that one, there's a shot of DO'D leaping through the air and pouncing on Byrne like a puma. DO’D also did something similar at a 2007 Late ‘n’ Live, getting into a wrestling match with Daniel Kitson where he attacked hard enough so that at some point you can hear Kitson make it quite clear that he did not intend for the comedy stage wrestling to go as far as DO’D is taking it. I rather love the idea of David O’Doherty as a man brimming with unexpressed rage that he only gets to take out at the occasional late-night comedy show where they set up some sort of fight. I also love how hard DO'D beating on Jason Byrne makes Daniel Kitson laugh, just cracking up from the sidelines while he's supposed to be ironically commentating.
Though it’s worth noting – I pointed this out the other week, when I wrote a whole post about Cowgate, since obviously the world needs another post about that. I said that Adam Hills got lost in the moment and was just yelling what came into his head, while Daniel Kitson was pretending to be similarly caught up, but was in fact using his status as outside commentator to give genuinely useful advice to DO’D about where to attack the cow. You get something similar here – he’s breaking with laughter at what’s happening, but still has the presence of mind to shout “Glenn, get involved” in a voice that sounds like more hype but is in fact a host controlling his gig. You can see where he developed the compering skills.
Then David O'Doherty finishes beating up Jason Byrne and jumps into his evil manager's arms like... look, last night I went to my best friend's place and we watched a video from a gold medal match at the senior national championships of actual wrestling (no bubble wrap) earlier this year. We were watching it because an athlete from our team won that match, and winning it put her on the ladder for Olympic qualifications, and she's just decided she definitely does want to make at run at the 2024 Olympics so we need to re-watch all her recent matches to analyze her weak spots and create a training plan to prep for the Olympic trials, which is very exciting, so there's a little thing going on in my life. Anyway, the point is that the match was very exciting, it came down to the last few seconds, and when it over, and they confirmed that she'd just won the national championship final, she ran across the mat and jumped into my best friend's arms, throwing herself so hard at him that she knocked him backward, since he was the coach in her corner. Watching this comedy video today, I'm struck by how much DO'D jumping on Glenn Wool looks exactly like that athlete jumping on her coach after a genuine important sports thing. You can see why this type of thing eased my withdrawal during the sport-free pandemic.
Anyway, then Kitson introduces Cat Empire, a band from Australia, which he obviously loves because he loves all musicians from Australia (except that one cunt from Sydney). He then engages in a rap battle with a member of the band, which is… to be honest, genuinely awkward. And I’ve watched everything else in this video, and in a bunch of similar videos, without cringing, I think it’s fun, and it’s acceptable to do stupid things like that if you’ve layered enough irony on top, which they always do. The Kitson vs. DO’D rap battle from another night – enormous fun to watch. But somehow, doing a rap battle against and actual musician who does actually do this type of thing makes it, sort of, not quite as much of a joke anymore. Still definitely a joke, but just a few of those layers of irony shaved off, and it turns out, a rap battle needs every layer of irony it can get or it quickly stops being funny and starts to just be hard to watch.
It may be made worse by the fact that Daniel Kitson appears to be genuinely having a good time. There is, obviously, irony when he yells at an Australian musician that he’s conquered that man’s homeland because he “Went over to Melbourne, nearly won the Barry/Motherfucker, other side of the world/Nearly won me an award, got me a girl”. But I’m not sure there’s quite enough irony to make that easy to watch without cringing. It looks too much like Daniel Kitson might be slightly, for real, sort of enjoying getting to brag to an Australian musician about how he’s big in Australia. And you just can't have that.
Then Cat Empire plays music for the rest of the video. The music is fine. The video is sort of interesting just because it gives me a bit of a sense of what the Gilded Balloon looks like away from the stage (I can piece this together with some of the backstage Gilded Balloon footage that was in the Tim Minchin documentary I watched last year, and I could probably draw a floor plan of that place).
Happy twenty-year anniversary, everyone! I'm sure most of the people in this video are very proud of their antics, twenty years on. Well, I'm sure some of them are. Maybe. Daniel Kitson's out there writing plays about regretting some of the ways he used to behave on stage. While David O'Doherty, I like to think, would probably fuck up Jason Byrne or that cow or Daniel Kitson just as badly again, if given the opportunity to do so tonight. The real lesson here is don't fuck with David O'Doherty.
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Light your inner lamp | Categories of Life
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Categories of Life
There are two categories of life: one is trees and plants, and the other is creatures and animals, i.e., living beings. What is Bhog Yoni, i.e., the form of being meant for consummation? What is Ubhay Yoni, i.e., the form of being meant both for consummation and elevation? Which form of being is called Karma Yoni, i.e., the form of being meant for action? How many varieties or species of living beings are there in the world? What system or arrangement has God made for them? What is the principle of Karma-phal, i.e., the consequences of action? In which situation is a man dwarfed? What are the rules of Creation? It is necessary to know them.
The Meaning of Guru
NO other language of the world has a word such as ‘Guru’ found in Sanskrit and Hindi language. Guru is the power that takes you from darkness to light. ‘Gu’ stands for darkness, and ‘Ru’ stands for light. Therefore, Guru is one who takes us from darkness to light. The power that removes or eliminates darkness and ignorance from our lives is Guru. A teacher teaches. We address some as Master or Swami, but all of these words take us far, far away from guru. Guru does not have a synonym.
Likewise, there are a few other things which are worthy of our attention. When a person comes to an intense light or to a source of light, his aim is to get himself lit or to come out of darkness. People seeking light can be placed under four categories.
situations God has created
Now we have to see and determine as to which category we belong. One category is called coming near a Guru. There are four categories. Understand them one by one, and thoroughly. Those of you who come as students, come for learning, for knowing. They come with a spirit of curiosity. They come close to their Guru as his students. They make all efforts to assimilate all that they hear from their Guru. For this, they take down notes in a diary; they make a few rules for their own observance; they enhance their knowledge and bring maturity to what they have heard and understood. They are already grown-up adults. We should become wise, increase the scope of our understanding and enquire about all kinds of things. As students we should try to know what situations God has created for us to decipher and understand.
God made something
If God made something, He made rules also along with it He gave books He gave constitution also. What has been written in them? Because the knowledge, too, comes prior to creation. First, the world was created. Later on the plants and trees and after that, creatures, animals, insects etc. followed. Milk has been put at the disposal of mother before the birth of a child. She gives birth to her progeny later. Milk comes to mother months ahead of the birth of her child. Then her child is born. God has made this advance arrangement of food and drink so that the newly-born does not die of hunger. So, man should gain all kinds of knowledge and join Satsang. When he does all this, then he is a Vidyarthi, a student.
The second period is one of Sadhana. It is only after this that a disciple reaches the stage of an aspirant or Sadhak. He says, “I have heard all that I was supposed to hear, understand, and have known all methods, technique, strategy etc. Now I am a man of rules. I sit daily [for sadhana]. Mind is not allowed to waver or dither here and there. Now I belong to Him with Whom I was connected. I am going ahead according to the method I was told. I am getting benefited as well.” Colour has so well fused with the other colour [guru], that the mind does not waver in any unwanted direction.
The Disciple Obeys the Guru
After this comes the next stage which I call the stage of a disciple. The earlier stage was the one in which knowledge was acquired. Now, one becomes an aspirant, Sadhak, performs sadhana. Remember that a student is a disciple, an aspirant is a disciple; one who is performing sadhana is sitting in a laboratory. Now he is checking and testing in his laboratory - all that he has heard in his life. He sits down for sadhana regularly everyday. He follows strict rules of prayer and worship. And in practical field of life, he performs his actions well and takes care of his home and family. He earns money, he earns Dharma also; he experiences thankfulness also, and he expresses his gratitude to his God. He has both money and religion. Full of thankfulness and recognized by others he is forging ahead in life with cheerfulness.
Ready to dedicate himself to God
This is what we describe as an aspirant’s situation. Situation is nearly the same; but the situation or condition of discipleship is still a better condition. “When I would not be there, he would be there; he, who was my disciple till the other day is ready to sacrifice everything.” He is ready to sacrifice, ready to dedicate himself to God; he is ready to jump into the fire; he is ready to obey all instructions. Now you do not have to enquire if he is coming. If the Guru has ordered, then he is bound to come. Now, he has become a soldier.
Service Changes the Fate
When a person is fully dedicated to service, then the lines of his fate change. If earlier his luck-line was under pressure and that of misfortune was gaining ascendance, now it is his luck-line which is awakened and rising. Man begins to enhance his good fortune; man begins to bring about his own well-being. And when this happens then the mistakes of the service-man are ignored and forgotten. In that condition when a person is performing genuine service, he becomes the order of his guru. Now he becomes oblivious of everything except what he has to do, what his guru has asked him to do.
Kabir had said, “Jab mori chadar bankar ghar aayee. Rangrez ko deeni. Aisi rangi, lalo lal kar deeni.” When the weaver delivered my sheet, I gave it to the dyer. He dyed it so red, deep red, that it is now red and red all over. Everyone has come here to be dyed red i.e., to be coloured in the total and absolute colours of devotion, but these fellows have come to be Itwari Lals only. So we call them, ask them to come to us. And they come with their terms and conditions, otherwise not. Remember one thing about Satsang. Earlier I walked up and came for Satsang, but now it is your duty to come. We have framed these rules.
Bhakta and Vibhakta
The third is the position of disciple. He is the disciple of his Guru. He should be identified with and recognized as the disciple of his Guru. The fourth is the category or stage of a Bhakta or devotee, i.e., a Guru–Bhakta. The relation between Bhakta [devotee] and Bhagwan [God] is wonderful, in which one thing is unique: we are not Vibhakta [divided], i.e., Bhakta and Bhagwan are one and the same thing. There are only two categories of men: either they are Bhakta [devotees], or Vibhakta [divided]. Somebody is a devotee of wealth; someone is a devotee of his wife and you do not know about the third person – whose devotee is he? But you have to become the Bhakta of your guru. Once you are a Bhakta then you have nothing left in you, and it is from here you become yourself. But never become a Vibhakta or a divided self.
Vibhakta, Divided
Vibhakta, Divided, is the one who is fragmented and Bhakta [devotee] is one who is linked. A devotee is one who is thirsty. Suppose there is a man who has been counting and accumulating money. He would love to do something - he would keep money aside and leave other work as well. He would first look for water. He is thirsty for his guruji. He is prepared to put everything at stake. He needs his guru. He has to drink the Amrit [nectar-water] of his guru. So a Bhakta is one who is keenly thirsty or very hungry.
Most of the persons in the world are half or incomplete. If they go to God, they go half; if they live, they live incomplete; and when they die, again they are half inclined, irrespective of what people say about them. We are on a journey for completeness but we are leading an incomplete life.
Dry Wood catches Fire Quickly
Now try to understand that, if once you had a keen desire for fullness, it was not a chance affair. If the wood is not wet, it catches fire properly. I see that there are very, very few persons who can catch that fire. The saints say that one should love Hari [God], i.e., Hari-jan [men of God]; or in other words, those who are in the world of guru in Hari’s form. Such a person, having keen desire for Hari or guru becomes a living, burning fire. You should love them. It is further explained that Hari bestows wealth and grace on his devotees.
God will bestow wealth, money, goods and grace, and many other gifts for living in the world. One should take a few steps towards God, and He will begin showering His love, grace and riches.
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JJK men and a male reader
So I died and came back. Now my inbox is filled with a lot of Jujutsu Kaisen stuff with a male reader, so I looked around and noticed there aren't a lot of male writers or even gender neutral ones, meaning that's what I'll be doing for awhile. This first request is...
before I get started, if you'd like to request something, then please see my masterlist
JJK boys with a male s/o
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Warnings: aged up and language oh and some nsfw stuff cuz that's what they wanted.
Characters: I. Yuuji, F. Megumi, G. Satoru, N. Kento, R. Sukuna, T. Aoi
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I. Yuuji
Isn't hung up by you being male, I feel as Yuuji got older, the more open minded he became. His sexuality was something that evolved as he aged and had a big change in his mid teenage years when he was exploring himself. Into his late teens he began seeing people of all types of representation, he simply did not care how they presented themselves.
That leads us to you, our gorgeous male that has Yuuji simping. All seriousness, this man loves entirely, some might even find it to be smothering. He is the type to text you paragraphs of good morning and goodnight texts, always leaving something for you to eat in the fridge, brings something home because it reminded him of you, and always always makes time to call you before a mission.
Yuuji always has random thoughts about you. Like, "Should I make his favorite tonight?" "I wonder what he's doing." "Oh....that would look so cute on him, should I get it?" "AH this charm has our initials on it! that means it was meant to be!"
If you're a sorcerer, Yuuji d e m a n d s to be your partner on missions and he will have a fit if someone says no. Is constantly stressing himself out over your well being, even if he knows you can handle yourself. always asking about your technique and is amazed every time he sees it. Very protective, stands in front of you a lot and when he see's you struggling he doesn't hesitate to get the curse's attention regardless of his own situation.
Also just because I feel like he would: Yuuji gave you a promise ring when he realized you were the one he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.
He has this need to prove to you that he is a fit partner, Like showing you he can cook, has his own place, very responsible with his money and what not.
The type of guy to send you a million snaps a day. He will literally show you everything he did that day and wants the same in return.
Every date with him somehow includes a physical activity. Going out to dinner? chances are Yuuji will see an arcade and more specifically the DDR in the background.
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In terms of sexual stuff, Yuuji seems like a top, but has definitely thought about bottoming and upon trying it- was not into it. Does not matter if you're much bigger than him or not, he will top you. However, Yuuji is rather submissive when it comes to his partner, he will say yes to whatever it is you want. You want him to be soft and gentle, he'll do it. You want him to absolutely wreck your ability to walk, he'll do it.
The first time Yuuji tried stuff with a guy, he for sure looked up if it would hurt and read that anal could be very painful, was TERRIFIED that he would hurt the guy. Definitely was asking with every movement if he was okay. With you he's more confident, but still askes if you're okay throughout the event.
Man is simple, likes very intimate positions where he can see your face. Heavily into pleasing you, he tries any kinks you're into even if he's not that into it. Loves being praised, it just does something to his brain, in that same line- any sounds you make go straight to his dick. Really enjoys marking, is proud to cover you in them too.
The type of guy to enjoy eating you out, like fully sit on his face. Plus it helps his dick slide in smoother.
Yuuji will lose his mind if you say you want to milk him. Yuuji usually never thinks about his own pleasure, so when you want to pleasure him until he's empty, mans is not readyyyy. Just stutters out an okay and proceeds to go stupid when you start.
Conclusion
Yuuji loves you entirely. Trusts you 100% and would do anything to keep your life stable and happy. Yuuji just wants to grow old with you tbh, so in love with the idea.
If you were to break up with him, he would be devastated, unable to continue on for a long time. I mean he placed his everything into you, why would you do this to him?
all in all, it is a very stable relationship as long as you don't take him for granted because he is prone to letting people use him.
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F. Megumi
Definitely did not care you were male. Megumi cares about a person's mentality, their goals and dreams, the way a person carries themselves. When Megumi met you, he found you quite attractive, your drive is what lured him in and from there his feelings developed.
Megumi is subtle in showing his affection. Little touches here, sticky notes meant just for you, always carrying 'extra' snacks. It actually might take you awhile to notice his affections for you, simply because it is so subtle. Megumi seems like the person to wait until you confess. However. Megumi would confess if he gets pushed to or knows he won't get rejected.
Once he confesses, his love is soft and soothing with a hint of awkwardness. Megumi in the beginning would be showing affection through words and small acts of service, always telling you how much he appreciates you and doing things for you. Some of these things would be things like picking up snacks for you, doing your laundry, leaving you some of his clothes. He likes to do these things without you knowing because I think it lessens the embarrassment he feels doing it.
Even if you are in a long term relationship with him, he always gets flustered by you. Megumi is naturally reserved, so telling him I love you with sincerity will cause him to malfunction. Poor boy freezes and stutters around his words while avoiding eye contact.
Now, physical contact in this relationship is a tell tale sign of how much Megumi trusts you and loves you. Megumi is the type of person to reserve physical touch for someone he completely trusts, so with you, this will let you know his true feelings.
Touch would start with closeness at first, just grazing hands or bumping knees, but would develop into hours of intimate cuddling because he's touched starved. KISSING, oh my lord- his kisses tell you everything he feels. so intense, no matter how soft he kisses you.
if you're a sorcerer, Megumi is the type to go on missions with you, but doesn't complain if he can't go with you. However, worries a lot and contemplates going after you. Unlike Yuuji, who would go to literal war, Megumi trusts your strength a lot. The only time he is like yuuji is against a particularly strong curse. Loves fighting together though, it shows how much you trust him.
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Megumi gives me verse energy. Like he was a top for a long time, asked you if he could bottom once and was surprisingly into it. So now when the mood arises, its whatever you guys are in the mood for. You guys often take turns.
His first time was with you- Megumi just seems like a late bloomer and you were the only person he did stuff with. He's very gentle because he knows it can be painful, I think sexually his fear is not being good enough for you, so give him as much reassurance as you can.
Now this boy is rather kinky despite his personality. Loves when you beg, drives him mad to hear your pleas and whimpers. Likes the pain of you needing something to hold onto when he tops which results in scratches down his back and the pulling of his hair. Doesn't think condoms are necessary because you're the only person for him in his eyes- aka likes breeding. When he bottoms, he enjoys riding and wants to see your face as he does. Do not get it twisted though, he's very much into you messing him up and railing him.
SEND THIS BOY NUDES. DO IT. Mans will sprint home if he has to. Don't do it too often or he'll get used to it. Maybe like once every two-ish weeks. Or better yet do it while he's on a mission. Megumi always tries to answer you, so expecting something serious, he short circuits when its just a pic of you in some underwear he thought he ripped the last time you guys were intimate.
Conclusion
Shy boy into some kinky things with his partner. It might take him some time to develop a deep relationship with you because he's scared you'll leave, but as long as you provide him the security he needs, he'll stay by your side indefinitely.
If you were to break up with him, you're just like his dad in his eyes and the betrayal would result in him locking many people out. Unlike Yuuji, who's emotions pour out of him, many wouldn't know Megumi is barely scrapping by.
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G. Satoru
Gojo doesn't give a rats ass how you present yourself, he lives by the motto "a hole's a hole." What truly would make Gojo invest in more than casual hooking up is your personality. Gojo needs someone who doesn't need him and doesn't care about who he is in the sorcerer world. Someone like that would capture his eye rather quick and this man is like "Eh? I'm GOJO SATORU, you know top dog?" and you would just blink and go back to whatever it was you were doing.
Shows off so much trying to impress you. "ne ne (Y/n) did you see me squash that special grade into dust?" *sigh* "Yes Gojo, I also saw you split one into a thousand pieces and turn another into a ball." so unamused by his abilities.
The one time he saw amazement cross your features is when he was playing the piano (I feel Gojo's other talents were never looked at and everyone saw him as this god like being, all he wants is someone to look at other things he can do.) and his heart skipped a beat. Because his first goal was just get into your pants, he was quite surprised you were more interested in his normal talents. This is where he begins showing you his real side, still a teasing man child, but he begins asking you about your interests and seeing what you have in common.
The more he learns, the harder it is for him to find a way not to commit to you. You see Gojo subconsciously looks for a reason to leave, he hates being tied down and is super flighty. Then there's you, ticking all his boxes without even knowing it. There's only been one person to do that.
So he takes a leap and goes for it. He's still scared that he'll get burned like last time, but he's willing to try.
One of the requirements to being with Gojo is you need to be strong in your own right. Gojo is an extremely powerful man with many enemies, so his partner must be able to handle themselves. Being a sorcerer, Gojo would B E G you to go with him on literally every single mission and would throw the biggest tantrum until you say yes. Sometimes when he's being particularly childish, he'll stop fighting the curses to watch you do it. "You can do it (Y/n)-chan, if you win I'll give you kisses." Takes everything in your power not to launch your technique right at him as he sits there with his shit-eating grin.
This man in the beginning of your relationship is immediately extremely handsy. Just all up on you all the time, but little do you know is, this is really a protective measure for when you're out of the house. At home, he's still handsy, but you can just feel how different it is. He'll come and fall asleep on you, stand behind you when you're doing your skincare routine, always following you around the house.
Overtime, you'll become his place to rest when he needs to recharge. You're the only time Gojo gets a break from being at the top. It makes you wonder if he ever truly gets to be normal.
Overall, Gojo's love is deceptively delicate because his personality is quite childish, he uses it as a mask to hide how he's really feeling. So you might think everything is going swimmingly until he ups and leaves you. Once he starts showing you that real side of him, that's when you have him wrapped around your finger.
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This man is incredibly horny. His stamina is very high and he's very kinky. Gojo is a dominant verse whore. It doesn't matter if he's taking or giving, he's always in control. Honey you were not first and you might not be the last, this man is very confident in pleasuring you.
Gojo like I said, is incredibly kinky. He enjoys degrading you, overstimulating you until you beg him to stop, he wants to break you and make you only crave him. Seriously, you might want to think about a safe word because this man won't stop until you're not even speaking coherent sentences. In saying that there are somethings that you can try (key word 'try') to do to make him lose his mind. One of those things is a blowjob, his dick is incredibly sensitive in certain areas, so he'll become a mind-numbed mess if you're good enough. Another is softly begging in his ear and saying how he's the only one who makes you feel this way aka call him your god in bed and he'll bust right then and there.
Phone sex. Legit will call you if you guys haven't been together for a few days and all you hear are his whines and groans. "Guess what I'm doing cutie~"
THIS MAN- you're never safe to answer your phone because one time you opened the snap and it was him lazily jacking his dick. You have a small heart attack every time the notif is a snap from Gojo, just praying you can open it in public and 9/10 you can't.
The type of guy to get handsy in public places. Just in your ear like "Baby pleeeeasssseeeee can we fuck in public, I promise you'll still be able to walk when I'm done."
Conclusion
Gojo is a rollercoaster of a relationship that needs it's rider to be okay with a lot of distance for awhile and sudden disappearances. Without the right criteria, the relationship is doomed to fail.
If you were to break up with him, he would immediately sleep with as many people as he can to numb himself from the pain of having a hole ripped right through him. He'd go back to that childish personality, but you can feel the edge in his words despite his tone.
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N. Kento
Nanami gives me 'gave up on the sex of my partner ages ago' energy. Like he has tried relationships with a lot of people and realized all people suck. So you being a man means nothing to him, you just have to prove to him you're not shitty like everyone else.
The type of guy that takes you out on proper dates in the beginning. It's usually dinner because of his job, but sometimes he'll ask you to lunch. Nanami will bring you small gifts like flowers or Knick knacks he thought you'd like.
Nanami likes someone a little younger than himself, probably around 23-24, they still have that idealistic thought process but with realistic foundations. He likes someone who can be serious, but still enjoys things like joyrides or going out bowling.
Nanami is a very uptight guy, so you're going to have to work to get him to relax. When you do, this is when he starts to see you as long time partner rather than someone who is just for fun. Literally goes from stick up his ass, to a big softie that just wants to curl up in bed with you. He'll start smiling more and doing intimate things like bathing together.
Nanami would probably rather have someone outside the sorcerer world so he doesn't have to think about work when he sees you. He wouldn't complain if you were though, gives him a lot less to worry about since he knows you can handle yourself. Doesn't even stress when you go on missions by yourself, he respects your strength.
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Now Nanami is moderately kinky. He's definitely a top and will not change. He's into ddlb (dom daddy and little boy for my innocents out there.) Very much into control and making you take it, he's not one for brats and will tame that shit right out of you. Doesn't need a safe word, he's very good at gauging your reactions. Really really into deep throating and you better learn how to breathe or you'll be struggling. Likes breeding, so he would be glad you can't have children.
Conclusion
Nanami’s love is traditional and straight forward. He likes routine to a certain degree and that degree ends at stable relationship, everything else is not that fun without a level of risk to him, but he likes that when he comes home, you'll be right there.
if you were to break up with him, Nanami would sigh and say he told himself so. He's hurt, but it'll solidify that people are still and always will be shitty.
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R. Sukuna
Sukuna does not do love. period. The only way I could see him giving notice to someone is if they are powerful, someone who can bring him amusement. Sukuna only does thing for his own entertainment end of discussion.
I’m going to be using post-Yuuji Sukuna, so he’s restricted by Yuuji himself and can’t outright cause chaos at all times. This way Sukuna has to spend more time with people than he’d like to, normally he would just kill something once he’s bored, but now he has to deal with them.
Noticed your technique through Yuuji and was amused, much like Megumi, he thought your curse technique had a lot of potential to be devastating. As Yuuji spent more time with you, Sukuna began noticed more things about you, like that you cooked better than Yuuji, were extremely versatile in battle with your technique and so on.
The type to notice your attraction to him and act on it. He can’t really do much since he’s in Yuuji’s body, so he’s going to work with what he’s got. Didn’t care if you’re male or female, he just likes a strong partner so he can go harder during sex.
Your relationship would start with being his toy, something to bring him pleasure that is all. With Sukuna, you must both respect him and not fear him. He’s very big on respect and trust, but hates when someone he views as ‘important’ fears him because they’ll betray him the second they can. Everyone else can fear him, he doesn’t care.
Sukuna is also highly unpredictable and unstable, be prepared for death at a moments notice tbh. He’ll kill you if he feels like it. In a deeper relationship, Sukuna is a hard pressed tsundere, saying things quite harshly. Saying things like, “Here brat, I don’t need you breaking just yet.” “Dumbass, that curse was stronger than you.” “I took care of them because you’re weak.”
Trust between Sukuna and you is a game of high stakes chess, one wrong move and you’re nothing but trash to him. However, succeed in earning his trust and you’ll be rewarded with a loyal man. Though Sukuna hates showing vulnerability, so he’ll treat you the same in public places that he would treat anyone else. Alone, he’s alright with whatever as long as it doesn’t annoy him.
Surprisingly protective. He’ll kill curses he deems are a problem to you or rip a person limb from limb if he found a hair missing from your head. Doesn’t understand why you don’t let him handle it, he’s way stronger than you.
Is almost never soft with you unless he’s extremely tired or just waking up. Holding you as close as he can and telling you not to go. Don’t bring it up either, he’ll end you if you tell anyone.
Will never tell you, but likes touching you, you’re very soft compared to him. He’s the type of guy to have callous from years of fight and doesn’t really care about his skin to much because he’s a God in his eyes.
Would rather surrender himself to a church than admit he gets slightly giddy when you remember small details about him. Like this man has a lot of history, so when you know a tiny random detail about him, his non-existent heart shutters a little.
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This man is extremely kinky during sex. I pray for your well being because honestly I don’t know if you’re going to live through sex with him. A dom top period, that last person to even insinuate they could top him was added to his innate domain permanently.
He’s into completely dominating you and make sure you know he owns you. B I G into impact play, slapping you a lot until you’re a beautiful red. Degrading and humiliating you, honestly would let people watch so they know that you’re his property.
Actually really likes his partner to be a brat, man loves breaking you and turning you into a submissive bunny just for him. Honestly he just likes pushing people beyond their limits, like really into emotional play, he wants to see your expressions when he does something. Ooo objectification, will use you like a foot stool and sit on you. Man in general will work you hard.
In saying all that, immaculate aftercare because he knows your mind is too far gone to remember him being this caring and soft for you. Literally bathes you and gets you into bed curled up on him. Also makes sure your body didn’t sustain a lot of damage during sex.
Do. Not. Taunt. Sukuna. It will not end well. “Huuuh? You think you can handle more little boy?” Eyes narrowed and smile too tight. You’ve awoken the beast and he’s not going to leave anything unbroken.
Conclusion
Sukuna’s love is... well a bike ride through hell? To be honest you’ll never know if he loves you. Everything about him is highly unpredictable and dangerous, you could end up as worm food in seconds.
Breaking up with Sukuna... you’re joking right? You don’t have the balls to tell a man who could split you into a million pieces with a flick of the wrist, you’re breaking up with him , right?
Seriously he’ll kill you, no hesitation. It’s either realize you’re stuck with him or die. I think most people would assume he never cared at first, but he did care and now you want to leave him? Absolutely not. He set everything down for you and he’ll be damned if he lets you live without him.
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T. Aoi
(First and foremost- why is it so hard to find Toudou headers.)
Okay, I’m sorry but Toudou to me is a straight guy, so I can’t really see him with a male. But, if it were to happen, I think it would go like this:
Being childhood friends with Toudou, you were used to his eccentric personality and sometimes extreme antics.
This man is EXTREMELY comfortable with you. You guys grew up together, so some of the things you guys do together would definitely be seen as way too much for friends. I’m talking sharing the same bed, bathing together, using each other’s things without permission. To you guys, you’ve been doing this since you were little, so neither of you think twice.
I think there would be a trigger that would make Toudou realize he’s more into you than being friends. Like maybe someone flirting with you, he’d at first think he’s being replaced as a friend, but it’s much deeper than that. Definitely debates in his head about what he’s feeling toward you. After going back and forth with his type of girl in his head, he’ll come to terms with it.
This is when he’ll start noticing things he’s never payed that much attention to before. Things like how small you’re compared to him, the way clothes fitted to your body, how pretty you actually were and most important difference- how he’s never noticed you have the fattest ass he’s ever seen.
Seriously this man’s sexuality went from women to women + you.
Toudou isn’t the type to wait either, as soon as he knows how he feels, he confesses. He’s the type of guy to say “take it or leave it, that is how I feel.”
You kinda just stand there. Like, huh? Toudou are you feeling okay? Have- have you been cursed? There’s no way, Toudou middle name pussy pounder Aoi just said he was into you romantically... right?
After the shock, you reciprocated his feelings and began dating.
Now, this man- S U P E R affectionate and devoted. Always wanting to hold hands or link arms. He loves cuddling and playing with your hair while you sleep on him. Puddy in your hands if you give him a massage.
Toudou is immensely dedicated. He knows your favorite foods down to the amount of salt you use on your fries, knows what sizes you prefer for hoodies, shirts, button ups and so on, and this man knows your favorite movies by heart.
He’s the type to buy you something simply because you said it was starting to give you problems.
Lovvvvessss dates. I mean he’s a hopeless romantic, he wants to take you on really cheesy dates that you’d see honeymoon couples go on.
The type to want to match clothing or jewelry.
If you’re a sorcerer, he’s wanting to train everyday, he likes seeing you in action. Double points if you can match him in strength too. He respects your strength enough to not worry about you, he’s confident in his S/o’s abilities.
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Top. Enough said. Ok but seriously, he wants to clap you cheeks so bad.
Toudou has the biggest size kink too, I’m talking like he’s the type to point right at your navel and say “I’m right here baby~ can you feel me filling you?”
His definitely into railing. His favorite position is the mating press, allows him to hit deeply and as hard as he wants.
Lovesss when you whine and beg. He wants to see how much you can take before your begging him to let you cum.
The type of guy to leave your ass a nice reddish purple color. Just two big ass hand prints on you ass and hips.
✨i m m a c u l a t e✨ aftercare. It’s almost like he’s worshipping you when he’s cleaning you up and making sure you’re taken care of.
Conclusion
Being with Toudou is like being with an Aries, he’s high energy and can get easily bored. He enjoys someone who excites him both mentally and physically. Loves a challenge. Toudou’s love is like a concentrated ball of sunlight, it’s hot and bright. He’s overly devoted to you and tells you how much you mean to him all the time.
If you break up with him, he’s the type to hold his head high until he’s alone and then he breaks down, crying into his hands. Thinking, “Was I too much?” “Maybe I wasn’t enough?” He’s confident, but he’s still a person with insecurities.
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Love Struck!AU x SF9
lately i just need to write about every member of every kpop group being in capital L love. find other love struck!aus here: monsta x | day6 | ateez | the boyz
youngbin
overcompensates with selfless acts that go above and beyond what any person deserves
offers to carry your bags, learns about plumbing when you mention you have a leaky faucet, asks if you want him to drive you to your appointments which you are perfectly fine getting to on your own
if there was a puddle of mud on the ground, youngbin would throw his brand new jacket over it just so you could walk over it
even though you could literally just. walk around it
doesn't even realize he's overdoing it
he just loves you and therefore knows he has to show it at any given part of the day
but not like in an aggressive manner
just a small smile and a "i can pick you up and drop you off if you want!"
dawon: actually, youngbin, we have practice at that tim-
youngbin, shoving a sandwich down dawon's throat: so you said noon right?
when you respectfully decline any of his help, mostly because you are worried you're using your friend for his kindness, everyone assures you that's not it
actually everyone is super confused how you haven't seen why it is weird that youngbin would commit hours of research for you when you ask offhandedly if you should visit europe for the summer and then show up at your door with ten pamphlets on different european destinations 'by chance'
because - that's weird - and weird means, in the great way of sf9, that he has a crush on you
"youngbin, you're being so nice to me these days how could i ever repay you?
youngbin about to say that there's nothing you need to do, he just likes being able to help
dawon, shoving a sandwich down youngbin's throat for revenge and also to answer on his leader's behalf: "actually, if you could finally go on a date with him - i think that would repay it."
you get all shy and murmur that you don't know if youngbin wants that, and youngbin can only vigorously nod that he does
(due to the sandwich)
inseong
no clue if puppy syndrome is a thing, but he's got it
the human embodiment of big puppy eyes whenever you're around, big puppy pout, big puppy wagging his tail at just the mention of your name
even without all that - the energy that exists around inseong when you are near him and giving him attention - it's enough to quite literally blow everyone and everything else away
and there are lasting effects
as in you walk away from the conversation and fifteen minutes later inseong still can't make out a single word, just chin on his palm - daydreamy look in his eyes
jaeyoon tries snapping his fingers in his face, tickling him, even flicking his best friend straight on the forehead but.
nothing.
the only way he breaks out of the spell you cast on him is either a long time passes or you show up again and inseong is back at your full attention
it's getting bad, like to a point where he walks into walls or drops his phone in the sink when he starts thinking about you
incidents where he nearly topples over onto poor chain who is like get off of me you are built like a skyscraper
or just flat out doesn't move a muscle in the right direction during practice and it's literally driving youngbin mad
so jaeyoon (like the best friend he is) arranges for you to come hang out with him but tada it's actually a candlelight dinner in the sf9 kitchen he and the rest of the boys set up for you and inseong
and you're like w....whats all this and inseong is like i don't know either
and jaeyoon (who like the best friend he is picked the nicest smelling candle from the tj maxx sale aisle) appears and lights it and is like this is for you two to confess and for inseong to be cured of puppyism
you: puppyism?
inseong, red as a tomato: i think he means like the way i act around you like a - um -
jaeyoon: like a lovesick puppy, so like....collar him or whatever
you and inseong both looking at him like do what? and jaeyoon is like sorry that didn't come out right
either way you get the point please date the oversized man whose brain wont work unless you give him a kiss
jaeyoon
opposite of his best friend, jaeyoon doesn't need to fall over his feet when he's lovestruck
he will literally just let you know how he feels
"i like you"
you smile at him and laugh, "i like you too!"
and jaeyoon is like amazing so we are both "liking" each other how lovely how nice
and that is....................where it ends
he literally is so preoccupied with the concept of confessing that he forgets the part where he has to like.
confirm the relationship
so for like a month after you are both just saying 'i like you' to each other and he thinks it's romantic and you still think it's platonic
it's a mess
he keeps asking himself when the right time to ask you to go to the movies with him is, if he should pull out the home cooking - why haven't you pulled out the home cooking? do you not "like" him enough for that?
he paces around before you come over because is he dressed too casual - i mean he's your boyfriend, he should put effort into it right?
and then you show up and nothing is different and everything is the same and when inseong is like
jaeyoon you're dating them right, why don't you guys like kiss? and jaeyoon is like holy shit i haven't even thought about that yet
and dawon is like how have you not thought about that kissing is all i think about ever
and so jaeyoon's head gets even more scrambled because now you come over and he's like ..... kiss......lips......mouth...hand? kiss on mouth...hand...lips.....hug?
and you're like what? and he's like hug lips mouth? and you're like jaeyoon are you ok?
oh my god at some point you're both alone and jaeyoon is walking you home or something and he reaches out to grab your hand because like that's normal right? people dating do that right?
and you're like oh! and he's like is this ok? and you're like a-does it mean something?
and jaeyoon is like it means the same thing as i like you....you know....like how i said it a month ago and i just thought we could take the next step-
he's rubbing his neck and blushing and he has always been sauve and straightforward and it dawns on you that the entirety of this month he has been saying he likes you like in that way
and you're like wait you like-love me? and he's like yes wait what did you think- and you're like i thought it was like-like ....like friend like?
you and jaeyoon just staring at each other and then he's like should i let go of your hand then
and you're like no. actually just kiss me we've wasted a LITERAL month
dawon
always the class clown, being lovestruck somehow only tends to make it worse
but not worse like oh he gets louder and cracks more jokes.
my man has upgraded to mildly dangerous body humor.
you are all together and dawon is suddenly like you guys think i can climb that uneven, rickety tree? and youngbin is like no and you're like no but dawon is like it'll be fun just watch
dawon: should i drink spoiled milk
you: why-
dawon: im hardcore it'll be fine - look im just a goofy guy who - oh my god. call an ambulance.
the idea is that every time you are in the vicinity and glowing like an angel without a halo dawon is like
gotta do something so outrageously stupid that it grabs their attention and/or lands me in a situation where i can excuse myself to run away from my feelings. perfect.
it's literally the dumbest logic on the planet
everyone tells him it's the dumbest logic on the planet
but dawon is convinced it's the best reaction to....to the butterflies in his stomach
of course, you don't find any of it amusing, you are just in a constant state of worry
one time dawon takes it too far and probably tries to do something that could actually seriously hurt him
and you stop him by grabbing him and being like stop - i don't know why you don't care about yourself but i care about you so stop being stupid
and dawon is staring down at you like
"pause, you care about me? like on a scale of 1-10 how muc-"
you kiss him and mutter a "11" and dawon thinks he sees stars
youngbin thanking you profusely like we were worried for his actual literal life
zuho
rather scream into the void than confront how he feels about you
the private twitter account is blowing up with tweets about how he wants to hold your hand and how that makes him pathetic
dawon replying under each of them: tru
rowoon replying under each of them: not true!!!!! love is awesome!!!! pog as chani would say!!!!!!
you talk to him about something and his ears are full of white noise and he cant help but think about how your face is somehow the most beautiful thing he's ever seen and how he could write a whole album about the curve of your nose and the color of your eyes and -
you ask him what he thinks and he can only reply with a sound that is both pained and high pitched and when you raise your eyebrow he's like gtg uh feed my cats
when you're around he disappears to "feed his cats" like . ten times
surprisingly being a lovestruck fool does fuel his ability to make music
but it is also sad and about being heartbroken and the members are like hey do you wanna talk about it and zuho is like no
there are spotify playlists with your name, there are journal entries about you, there are iPhone notes app scribbles about you
he's down bad
everyone knows he's down bad
you also figure out he's down bad and so you finally confront him
except you're like......... zuho who are you in love with? ill help you if i can
and he looks at you like a deer in headlights because that's the most bizarre shit you could ask him
and because of the shock he blurts out the truth
"you. i love you."
screams after and you jump up and he's like i need to leave and you're like AT LEAST LET ME SAY IT BACK?????
rowoon
it's the cluelessism of it all
he looks at you one day and instead of just being a person you are beaming at him like a direct sunray and he's like woah! weird!
he just kind of becomes more clumsy around you since you've got this new effect on him
trips over his big feet, giggles randomly while you're talking, forgets he's in the middle of the street when you're walking by his side and someone has to honk three times for him to start walking again
honestly no one can tell what's wrong with him
because is he like ... is it early onset amnesia? is he just spacing out?
even chani notices the shift because rowoon has gone from annoying him to laying half off the couch with his hand in an empty pringles can
"what are you thinking about?"
rowoon just mutters your name and chani is like .... i don't know about all this but maybe you like them?
reality hits rowoon like a freight truck .... liking you? that's new
he googles 'what to do when you like someone?' literally googles it
tries to show you by playing it cool, tries to show you by showering you in random compliments but he's tongue tied when you smile so he's like i love your hair it looks like. cheese
embarrasses himself over and over and over until he just hunches himself over one day and is like
why is liking someone so hard? isn't it supposed to be easy?
and you're like haha i know the feeling, ive liked someone for so long but he never takes a hint and rowoon is like omg who
and you look at him and you're like well he's a tall clueless handsome guy
and rowoon stares at you like he sounds nice
and you're like you
and he's like oh that's nice - WAIT
taeyang
flirts with you but it flops because he's been flirting with you since you first met
so you cannot tell the difference and taeyang is like what am i doing wrong
inseong: karma for always winking and calling them cute when now you want them to do it back to you
taeyang: shuttup sad old man
inseong: you've been hanging out too much with chani. sniffle
he decides ok so regular flirting doesn't work, so what about lowkey flexing?
he wears the expensive watch and puts his hand in front of you like, hey and you're like hi? and he's like notice anything? and you're like .... um..... oh, your tag is sticking out of your shirt! and taeyang is like .........F
ok so not flexing, what about compliments?
he piles like ten of them on you and you're like oh - thanks, but i don't really like this outfit anyway and he's like....F
ok so not flexing, compliments, let's try playing hard to get
he gives you the cold shoulder when you come over and you immediately are like taeyang are you mad at me if you are im sorry so stop being a weirdo and he's like........F
finally he just reverts to himself and just keeps up the regular flirting and the soft touches and smiles
and he realizes the difference now is when he flirts - he just has to follow up on it
so when he asks " i cant taste my lips, can you do it for me?"
and you reply with "sure" and roll your eyes
he just . does kiss you and you're like oh.
and he's like well what do you say and you're like your lips taste sweet and he's like NO I MEAN-
you just kiss him again because now you get what he actually means LOL
hwiyoung
sulks when you're not around, and then doesn't go near you when you are around
it's like please make up your mind
is the definition of if i stare at you long enough you will fall in love with me right?
but he stares from ten feet away
it takes everyone all their strength to drag him out of his room when you're over and even then he puts his hoodie up and plays with his shoelaces and acts like he's a five year old
when he gets put next to you in the car ride somewhere he almost passes out from holding his breath from nervousness and you turn to him and you're like hwi you're turning purple?!?!?
you tap his shoulder when he isn't looking and call him hwi~ and he thinks his knees like. give out he crumbles to the floor and you're like oh my god are you sick??!?!!?
to put it simply, being in love forces him to lose his human ability to live
gets a pep talk from literally every member about how he cannot act like this. it's giving you the wrong impression and yet he just
he can't do anything about it you enter his personal space and the little nerves in his brain go haywire
"i don't want them to think im being rude, but it's kind of like im allergic to them."
"oh - you're allergic to me?"
hwiyoung turns and you're giving him a look and he's like oh god i mean - i don't - i mean like -
and he doesn't know what to say but you just giggle and you're like "fine, if you're allergic we'll have to make immune"
and he's like blinking like wha-
you wrap your hands around him and he's like !!!! and you're like here just take me in large doses until you build up immunity ok?
hwiyoung nodding because he has forgotten the entirety of the korean language
chani
realizes he's being freaking weird when he bails on his plans to eat and game to hang out with you
prioritizing social interaction over being alone in his room......now that's not normal
yes, ok, so he likes you - but now he's like
no one can ever know that. i will not be left alone if anyone finds out.
unfortunately, he asks jaeyoon of all people if he knows what food you like and jaeyoon is like
OH YOU WANNA ASK THEM ON A DATE RIGHT SO YOU WANNA LOOK UP RESTAURANTS WITH THAT FOOD RIGHT?
chani standing in the doorway like. what. no....
the minute chani starts picking the spot next to you when you're all together is his downfall
the entire world knows how he feels and he's like oh fuck seriously
he helps you go shopping and he comes home and every member is just like :) tell us about the date :)
and he's like SHUTTUP
calls you by a nickname and rowoon almost chokes on his food in surprise, because chani?????? gave someone???? a nickname????? and it isn't a combination of the word ass and hole?????
he cannot escape the fact that little things for others, are big things for him
being attentive and caring and even just smiling in your presence is enough to give away how he's feeling
let alone he dropped a rank in league so everyone is like ah - he's distracted with someone~!
it gets unbearable to a point where chani is like i cant live with these people always bothering me so im just going to confess
he pulls you aside and is like "i want to date you - is that ok?" and you're like of course, was wondering when you'd ask dummy and he's like,,,,,,listen,,,,
assumes the teasing will die down when you both come into the room holding hands
BUT OH IS HE WRONG
inseong: i got dibs on being the wedding planner, eat dirt youngbin
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angelguk · 3 years
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Going raw with jock jk 🥴
well...aw shit here we go again (literally nawt edited)
pairing: jock!jk and oc
warnings: use of pet names, mentions of orgasms/oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, jeongguk is SO IN LOVE, yeah its soft and horny :3
There’s an edge to the air that Jeongguk feels in his chest. It’s sharp, loaded with something unfamiliar that leaves his heart in a mess of nerves, thumping loud in the silence of his room. In the distance, his brain registers the unforgettable boisterous laugh of Mingyu downstairs, probably laughing at something silly Yoonho said. The pair were always around, clambering around Jeongguk’s dorm as if they lived there while Yugyeom grumbled from his seat on the couch. Normally, he would be a little bit annoyed. Jeongguk loved his friends but he also adored his solitude (there’s also the fact that one time they cleared the fridge of all his banana milk and ate his galbi leftovers). But right now, he cannot fathom leaving the comfort of these four walls to kick them out. Not when you’re panting into his bed-sheets, skin flushed warm and a blissful glaze covering your eyes when you flutter them his way.
Nothing in the world mattered as much as you did.
“You good?” He whispers it into the hollow of your neck, delicately planting a kiss there a moment after.
The sigh you release seeps into his heart, a soft gentle sound that he longs to hear again.
“Perfect,” you quietly return, gracing him with a smile that could end wars and clear skies.
He wants to do this slowly, savour every part of you all over again. He can still taste you on his tongue, the memory of your muffled cries and beautiful tremors so fresh in his mind that it’s almost violent. But his own desires demand attention, cock hard against the line of his stomach, a need so desperate building rapidly. His hands travel slow by force, but you know him too well, knocking your legs apart so that your heat meets his, slick eagerly coating the length of him.
The groan he lets out his accidental, melting into the air as Jeongguk buries his face in your neck. In his dismay you giggle, a devious sound, as your fingernails trail down his back, digging into muscle with purpose.
“It’s you’re turn now, love.” It’s murmured into his ear, your hands sinking into the mess of his curls. You brush them away with a fondness that cracks his heart open, something wild and beautiful blooming in his chest.
Love. Love. He thinks about that word a lot. Thinks about it when you cheer for him at his games, tiny frame jumping onto the bleachers so you can see the field better. When you wack at his arm and laugh at his lame jokes. When you drop an iced americano in his hands after his tortuous nine am classes with Professor Lee. When you tug him into your arms and kiss him like you want to memorise the feeling on his lips on yours. When you look at him. When you hands slides into his, a fit as perfect as your bodies moving together in his bed. 
Love.
You.
He thinks he might. He knows he does.
He should say it. Soon at least. Before it comes out during an untimely situation. Like the time your car broke down in the middle of a busy street and when you called for help Jeongguk was terrified that you’d gotten hurt. The itch didn’t leave even after you’d explained the situation, angry honking and your voice trembling with concealed tears. He wanted to say it then. Needed to. It almost slipped out when he said goodbye, promising to come as quickly as he could.
I love you.
Would it be that big of a deal? He thinks about as your hands fall from his body. He rises slowly, moving to rummage through his drawers for a condom. There’s four left. He bought a pack of 30 not even two weeks ago. Perhaps he spent more time learning the taste of your cunt than he did on his lectures. But this was still new. Bright, unlearned. He’d just figured out that you like it when he pins you down hard, making it impossible for you to squirm as he licked you apart. So perhaps the rapidly emptying box is warranted.
When he looks back at you, you’re staring at him. The foil feels funny in his hands. He gives it a twirl before attempting to tear it open.
“Actually,” you interrupt. He halts, heart loud in his head. “We... You... What if we didn’t use it?”
Oh. 
“Because, well,” you quickly tack on, shuffling upright. Jeongguk will admit that he did stare at your boobs as you did so. “We both got tested right? And, I am on birth control.”
Fuck. He most definitely came a little at just the thought of fucking you raw. Not that he hasn’t thought about it. But before it was never an outright possibility. Not until now, when you look like an angel in his bed, your body his temple to worship.
“Okay,” Jeongguk tries to keep his voice levelled but he knows it wavers. Whether it’s fear or excitement he can’t discern yet. “We can do that, yeah.”
You smile and he drops the condom like it scales him, climbing back into your arms where he belongs. It takes a little bit of shifts and shuffles, quiet laughs and gentle kisses interrupting the journey, before Jeongguk settles at your entrance, sliding in with an ease that should be criminal. You take him so well that he nearly blows his load right there, a tight wet heat welcoming every inch of his length. He doesn’t miss the way your back arches from the back, his hands cupping the back of your hips. There’s a whine that escapes from your throat, followed by the sound of name. You’re delirious, your moans colouring his room warm. He can’t help but buck forward, lip caught between his teeth as he forces his release down. His thoughts are stuck on how good you feel around him, velvet walls fluttering when he pauses, gives you a moment to adjust, his gaze dropping to your half open eyes.
“Bunny,” he murmurs. You mumble something incoherent, which Jeongguk replies to by bucking his hips deeper. “Bunny.”
“Hmm?” 
“Look at me.” It takes a moment but you force your eyes open, gaze meeting Jeongguk’s. His curls keep tumbling into his face but you can still feel the heat of his gaze from behind them. “Good girl.” There’s the rock of his hips, followed by a sharp tug as he pulls you closer to him . You can feel him in your guts, thick cock splitting you right open. “Be good for me, hmm? I’m not gonna be gentle with you, baby. You can take it though, can’t you?”
“Y-yes.”
“Aren’t you perfect,” Jeongguk says it as he slips out, before slamming back hard enough to draw a cry from your mouth. “Pussy made just for me.”
Your high is right there, creeping closer the harder he fucks you. It doesn’t help that you’ve cum twice since you’ve set foot into his room. Once on his fingers, the second on his tongue. But they can’t compare to the heat that builds when Jeongguk finally slides into you. It’s euphoric, a tingling that skips across your skin, burning when he fingertips wander to your clit like they do now.
“J-Jeongguk! Can’t — I can’t —”
“You can. You said you would, bunny. Be good for me.” He hooks your legs over his shoulders then, fucking hard enough to rock the bed, the wooden frame bumping against his walls. Your moans are no longer quiet, harmonising with the sound of your skin meeting. Jeongguk can’t be bothered to cover your mouth like he usually would, too busy ignoring the pit in his stomach. He needs you to do it first, it’s what drives his hips forward, thrusts fervent. You do a moment later, your fingernails scrapping his back and his name on the tip of your tongue. He lips slot against yours naturally, swallowing every moan and mumble with love. He kisses you until he needs to breath, parting to whispers praises as you unravel around him. It unlocks something wild in his brain, the feeling of your wetness coating his cock with every buck of his hips into you. Whatever springs forth consumes him, so much so that Jeongguk nearly blacks out when his own crescendo hits, almost violent in how it slams into him. He can’t think about anything else but the feeling of the two of you around him. Perfectly wet and warm as he reluctantly slides out.
Your hearts thump in unison, an orchestra of their own, your joined hard breathing accompanying the melody. His brain is blank, bones warm and mushy. He could die happily right now (not really, though, cause that means he’d never see you again). There’s nothing but contentment bleeding through his system when he reaches out for you, comfort blossoming in his chest at the feeling of your skin against his. 
He can’t dispute it then, the second your gaze hits his. He loves you. He loves you so much he could burst with it. You smile as he crumbles, biting his tongue because the words are just there.
“Jeongguk, baby,” you say, crawling into his arms. He never wants you to leave them. “I love you, but could you please get me a towel or something. It’s kind of leaking out of me.”
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thed4rkhand · 3 years
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Moon in the signs
So here’s another post that you guys can relate to! Since most of my astrology stuff is related to Vedic astrology, remember to always go a sign back (a scorpio moon is a libra moon) if you’re used to western astrology. Remember that house placements play a huge role in determining role of planets, so that may affect this! 
Trigger warnings - too many just be careful.
Moon in the signs-
Moon in Aries
These people tend to be a bit vain honestly, very concerned about their appearance and physical health. They tend to be impulsive and head strong. Great placement for lawyers, and gives a natural talent at debating. The mother might’ve been been a career woman, and they can often resemble their mum’s in appearance. Their mother is concerned about status. Their mother could’ve had a public career, or is maybe very argumentative.These people are always concerned with what others think of them. They keep their surroundings messy and disorganized. They could’ve grown up in a large house. They have a habit of cutting people in conversations. These people always want to be in a relationship, and are innately very just in their ways. They may be extremely protective of their homeland and culture, and may be insecure about their family relationships (toxicity in the family) or wealth. They may always be thinking about foreign lands or be lost in spirituality or daydreams.
Moon in Taurus
These people definitely resemble their mother, and are very close to their mother’s side of the family. They may always be wondering about wealth or their looks. They may be into singing or music. They can be very confident in their looks, almost obsessive in love matters. They have fascinations with the moon. They’re extremely curious with such a placement, and often have mental health issues. They like looking at people’s eyes and often are brilliant at subjects like accounts and psychology. They enjoy learning about the occult. They may attract stalkers in life, and may themselves love digging up information about people. They may network through their mother, and have many foreign friends. They might be very fond of children and the creative arts. Such placements also usually love history and are fascinated with the courtly lives of that time. They may have vivid violent or sexual dreams with such a placement. Stop cutting people in conversations geez. Sometimes can be so self absorbed.
Moon in Gemini
These people are those whose minds run at the speed of light. Honestly the wittiest people around, those people obsessed with puns and word plays, also very sarcastic at times. They love to travel a lot. They may be great at academics without even trying, and they always have the best luck. Their mom’s might be foreign or speak a foreign tongue. They are inclined to be writers or IT professionals here, great with technology. They think a lot about their extended friend circle and cousins here, may be that social butterfly kind of a person. They may learn a lot from their father. Their upbringing could have been traditional and religious. They may live away from their birth land, and their mother could be a medical professional or may be into occult herself. They could’ve switched houses a lot. They could always feel like an outcaste, and may have a deep love for animals and mediation. They may always appear sleepy with their eyes half open. They may be fond of milk products. Their mother might love garlic and onions. They’re extremely curious and try to be righteous in every situation. They’re lactose intolerant. Could be a worshiper of shiva
Moon in cancer
These are the people who over analyze everything, every single thing. Believe it or not, some of the most cunning people have this position. They can be very competitive, but in a passive aggressive way. They want to do jobs like medicine, or alternatively cosmetology. These people or their mothers, love milk products. They tend to be very traditionally beautiful, and so very moody. In my opinion, they’re the most likely to cheat someone to gain something. Their mothers had a huge influence in their life. Their mother might’ve had a very traditional upbringing. Their mother could’ve smothered them in affection, and been one of those therapist type moms, alternatively, completely narcissistic mom. Their mother could be very spiritual, or their grandparents (on mom’s side) die young. Mother could hear voices. Sometimes they may use people for career gains or sex. They give really tight hugs. Also, snakes. Now this is only for late degrees, they dream about snakes, meet snakes, fascinated by snakes, have eyes like snakes. List goes on. Might be into cars and mechanics
Moon in Leo
So damn creative, the most creative of anyone I’d say. Love children and definitely want to have them. Their mum’s were probably very involved in their education and upbringing, especially education. Mother might’ve been very eccentric and maybe of a different background. Mother is very lucky in life without trying, and mother may be very famous in her field. The native might be very famous in their field. Mother might be stunning. Mother may come from a rich or powerful family, might be very family oriented and may enjoy singing a lot. Mother may be into interior designing or architecture. These people literally sit on their bed and work instead of tables. Very sexual and have trouble sleeping. May be materialistic early on, will go on to become extremely spiritual. Very into reiki and meditation. They’re great critics and into art/movies. They have have a lot of hairfall. People could directly tell you to marry them without a relationship, or people want to get into a relationship with you.
Moon in Virgo
Obsessed with their routine. Could be close to their mother’s siblings. Love small animals. Always falling sick or getting stuck in loans. May be great at math. Could be extremely insecure and might constantly find themselves without friends. They might think a lot before making friends. They may be very spiritual and always thinking about spirituality. Could also be thinking about aliens and extra-terrestrial creatures alot. Mother’s could be writers or IT professionals or they themselves could be into this. Further they could want to be doctors or bankers. They could also be very creative. They could want to go abroad a lot or be fascinated with such cultures. They may cherish their alone time a lot. Back problems and always sore. Kidney problems. Sleep problems and probably art critics. Very critical of foods and people. May have a lot of hidden enemies. Mother had a sad life. They love painting, reiki and tarot. Beautiful hands, healing hands and may pursue art. May get complimented on hands a lot. May have had to fight for everything. Really into comics and movies? Also they never post photos unless they’re with friends. Also their phones have a gazillion photos that they should delete but they just hoard.
Moon in Libra
Future budding lawyers here, have an interest in public policy with this placement. Very conscious of their looks and what others think of them in general. The people pleasers of sort. Will be extremely close to their mother, and will be very motherly in nature. Very good childhood, fortunate childhood. Really into real estate and cars. Mother is very proud of her culture. Find peace of mind in relationships and partnerships. Love doing group work. Have a lot of open enemies in life, may try to push you down. Great memory and might collect photos and postcards. Don’t like having their photos clicked alot, do it only for memory. Really like jewelry. Mother might have reproductive issues, you may also. You’re close to your grandmother. Into architecture and designing. Attracted to athletes. Also you have far too many shoes. Very independent. Speak up for the unfortunate. Always in love triangles. Also you are always balancing between the spiritual and material world. you can never make up your mind. Might have anger issues. Also, mother might have issues with one eye, or you might. Mother may play a role in your marriage.
Moon in Scorpio
The people who are so deeply engrossed in occult. Frequent depression is seen here. Might have blood circulation issues or even creating problems. Always want to get to the bottom of an issue or discover hidden knowledge. May want to or already does interact with spirits or see spirits. May like treasure hunts. Toxic relationship with mother or family. Very critical of oneself. Very intense and likely to be extremely possessive of people and objects. Likely only has sisters and no brothers. Mother supports creative passion or is creative themselves. Mother could be a psychologist or you could be. Mother may have foreign friends. Mother could be very dominating. They have trouble concentrating on issues. Very open minded. They want to be friends with people into occult. They’ll be the kind of people to be against traditional dogmatic thinking, and love people who can criticize them. These people can be extremely jealous of other people’s success. They don’t mean to, it just happens subconsciously. Very secretive in nature. Mother’s death will bring you money. Mother might have inherited a lot of money. Mother may have had a miscarriage.  People sexualize them a lot. Think about death and rebirth a lot, a lot of gore. Existential crisis.
Moon in Sagittarius
My language experts. They speak multiple languages. Very academically focussed. Mother took over the position of the father or father took over the position of the mother. Mother could be foreign. Mother may have health issues. Mother could work in healthcare or finance, and is a perfectionist. Mother could speak multiple languages. Mother pampers the sibling, mother likes small animals. Traditional upbringing or mother is strict. Religious or spiritual family, probably traditional too. Travelled a lot. Very fond of foreign cultures and food. Might want to become a teacher or professor. Them or their mother love garlic, ginger and onion. Never get over heart ache from relationships. You go back and forth with morals and ethics. A lot of vegetarians and vegans. Write books on science fiction or astrology. Maybe want a youtube channel or blog. Back and forth between spirituality and materialistic world. They love guitars. Could be a worshipper of Ganesha. Sometimes you do spiritual stuff for selfish reasons. You want to be the first person to arrive to an appointment you’re probably running late to.
Moon in Capricorn
They crave for a large family and status. They’ll always have you back. They could have crooked noses or prominent noses. Large dark circles. They crave to be famous, especially in entertainment or politics. They’re extremely hardworking but they have the worst luck. Mother might work in a cooperative. Mother might be a lawyer or deal with contracts or the government. Mother might be very invested in her marriage. Mother can or maybe you can hear voices or be schizophrenic. You might be into music. Mother might be a loner. Father may be moody or work for the government. Your father might have a large network circle. Shark tank kind of situation where you’re always striving for more in work. People might like a hard mattress on their bed. People in authority often baby you or pity you. A lot of humiliation and bullying. Mother could’ve done this to you. Yellow tint to eyes and hair. Could be fond of yellow or gold colour or  the metal. Loads of struggle in your life. You might see paranormal things or even dream prophetically. You love to give advice. Did I mention you hear voices? Different languages and strange words even. Great at technology and love going to concerts. May own musical instruments and keep them in the bedroom.
Moon in Aquarius
My social butterflies, please calm down. They honestly have this strange fascination with middle east and the Mediterranean. Also love space and stars. Could’ve had ego battles with mother or father. Very aloof to what people think of them. Mother might’ve died young or has a lot of health issues. Dual personalities and control issues. Mother is into occult or you are psychic. You are have great intuition or psychic abilities and mother’s side of the family is close. You can feel the paranormal at times. Love being alone and exploring places. fascinated with the renaissance period, also nude paintings. Adore cats and other felines. May be associated with cat like qualities. Mother may have inherited a lot of money from her parents. Mother may have mental disorders or is a perfectionist. They may want to go into modeling or dancing, alternatively, careers of theoretical physics and space. Mother may be a social outcaste. They may have assumed the role of an older sibling or acted as a mother to their own mother. May keep musical instruments and keep them in the bedroom, especially drums or other percussion instruments, or pianos, sometimes guitars. Great at technology. People may say you’re your father’s split image. Love techno music and love to sing. May want to get a telescope. Also they love plants. You could’ve shoplifted as a kid. Very principled in life. Like polarizing jobs, think doctor by day and tarot reader by night. People are very surprised to find these people being into the occult. Fascinated by shows like game of thrones.
Moon in Pisces
The daydreamers are here. Could get into spirituality either very late or very young. Over analyze every single thing. Mothers may be foreign or into psychology. Mothers may speak foreign tongues and practice astrology. Mothers could work with foreigners and write or teach as her profession. Mother’s father was a big influence in her life, she looks like her father. Mother fights with her mother. Father could’ve cheated on the mother. You may not get along with your father. You may think about foreign cultures a lot, be fascinated with the paranormal and occult easily. You may mediate. You teach other’s about occult. You have prophetic dreams and are extremely empathetic. Can feel auras and energies. Can have issues with your eyes. Might have a strong third eye. You have ankle or foot ache often. You have calcium deficiency. You have reproductive issues. You will excel in foreign lands. Prone to depression and love thinking about death and rebirth. Musically talented, are excellent writers. Feel like someone is always watching them. Tend to be taller than their husbands. Can hear voices from angels or spirits very easily. They may speak in your head often and direct you. Could’ve grown up near large water bodies. Duality between what they want and what they think they ought to. Again, being accountants by day and strippers by night kind. Love being alone and are very eccentric people, could be addicted to substances and love having their own corner to retreat into. Could be vegan or vegetarian. Huge animal rights advocates.
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celamoon · 3 years
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saiki's crush who never pays attention to him because she thinks he's gay 😭 she's seen him stalking hiroshi saitou and just assumed he had a crush on the guy
IFBSKFK BUT LIKE THAT WOULD BE SO EASY TO MAKE A MISTAKE BC OF KSJHFDSF (like Saiki stalks Hiroshi so uh, surprise you think he's a flaming homosexual <3)
I'm lacing it with crack again I hope you don’t mind bby
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Warnings: Laced with crack (check out my other works for reference LMAO), Swearing as usual
Pronouns: she/her
Summary: Saiki's gay for Hiroshi... right? Well, it's getting questionable with what you keep learning about him.
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To you, Saiki Kusuo from the next class over was… in most situations most likely gay. Not the happy kind of gay, as in he was probably a flaming homosexual gay. You didn’t pay much attention but… you’ve caught him stalking Hiroshi in your class more than enough times. Another win for the gays you guessed. Saiki was in no way ugly.
This much thought of conclusion was reached after you saw him, and another purple haired boy in your class, stalk Hiroshi and Hii-chan while they were out on a date after school. Not to mention that he was literally telling Toritsuka about how he worshipped him. You also heard Toritsuka talk about ghosts at some point. You didn’t really care, they didn’t seem significant enough to you- wHICH WOULD’VE BEEN THE CASE IF YOU HADN’T WALKED IN ON AKECHI AND THE OTHER TWO TALKING ABOUT SAIKI BEING PSYCHIC.
“Do you two know that Saiki-san’s actually a psy-“ the two dragged him up the stairs and you had happened to pass.
“DON’T SAY THAT HE’S A PSYCHIC OUT LOUD YOU IDIOT-“
You dropped your milk carton and everyone turned to look at you.
“Shit.”
Your poor, poor miserable life…
So here you were, stuck with the four of them, somewhere in the middle of nowhere. (It was actually Oshimai but you didn’t really care)
“So… you’re telling me Saiki-san has to stop a volcano from erupting?” You never really understood all of it. You weren’t complaining though, you got to go on a fully paid trip thanks to Saiki.
“Yeah,” Aiura smiles.
‘Y/n, stay with Aiura, I’m going to try and solve this issue once and for all,’
You tucked yourself behind Aiura and thought over everything you two had done.
“He’s staring again?” You throw your carton away. “Is he gay for him or something?”
The other two stare at you in confusion. They try to make out words, and eventually they reach the same conclusion you did. “Holy shit he might be.”
“So what are we? A mean bisexual, a horny teen that harasses people, a detective, a psychic and the caffeinated parent?”
“Wait wait wait who’s the mean bisexual?”
“Aiura… unless somehow she’s straight,” You hum.
“I will neither confirm nor deny that,” Aiura shrugged.
You didn’t know, but Saiki heard that conversation.
The night before you three were here, Saiki had booked a hotel room for Aiura, you, and Toritsuka.
“I know there’s a reason that you called us three here, but isn’t it a violation of human rights to leave us here with him??” You point at Toritsuka and he scoffs.
“I did no such thing!”
“You told us to take a shower, and then you moved the two beds together.” Aiura deadpans.
‘Did Aiura explain everything to you two?’
“No, I was told that I was going on a trip.” You hum, taking a sip of water.
‘I’m going to attempt to stop a volcano eruption tomorrow,’ Saiki explains.
“I’M SORRY WHAT?” You spat out your drink from that one.
“The mountain here is going to erupt,” Aiura notes.
“What are we in? Hawaii???”
‘No but we’ll be dead if I don’t fix it,’
“Nice, so what’s the plan?”
There’s a bright light and then a blast, and you find that both you and Aiura are in one piece. Saiki’s breathing heavily on the ground, and you two rush over.
‘I can’t believe that worked,’ Saiki pants.
“Can I kiss you?” Aiura blinks. You choke on your spit.
‘No.’ Saiki glares. You reach a hand out to him to pull him up, but instead, you find yourself pulled on top of Saiki.
“AcK-“ You land with a thud and Saiki rests his face into your neck.
‘That was exhausting,’ He rests himself for a bit before the three of you hear people coming. You get up and pull Saiki up for real this time. The group blinks in confusion at the sight of two Saikis.
‘They’re not supposed to be here,’
“We know, we know,” The three of you glare at Toritsuka as he looks away. Toritsuka explains to Saiki what was going on and you snicker.
“We’ll explain it eventually. It’s a secret for now though,” You smile, holding a finger up to your mouth. “You trust us right?”
The group complains before Nendou speaks up.
“Well, they don’t have to tell us if they don’t want to… I think pal will tell us in his own time! A true friend wouldn’t pressure you into telling secrets… right?”
Your smile softens, and your eyes shine slightly. You watch Saiki speak for the first time.
“Good grief, you guys are really a pain… seriously…” Saiki’s eyes are glimmering.
You pause as Saiki disappears from next to you. Your memories remain but you don’t bring it up. When you all return to school, you find that Saiki’s limiters are gone.
“Saiki-san, did you get rid of the hair clips?” You tilt your head curiously.
“Yeah,”
“It feels weird seeing you as a normal human being,” you smile. “We’re aging so fast!”
“Y/n.”
“Hm?”
“I like you.” Saiki attempts to run away before you grab him by the wrist to pull him into you.
“You… DON’T GO AROUND CONFESSING TO PEOPLE AND RUNNING AWAY SAIKI-SAN!” You hiss, and Saiki’s eyes widen. “I… may have fallen for you too.”
“Oh thank god,” He hugs you and you hum.
“Didn’t you know? With the psychic powers and all?”
“No, you only thought about how I was gay for Hiroshi most of the time so I gave up on your thoughts,” Saiki mumbles.
“Ah, well that would make you gay as in happy now.”
“I hate you,”
“Don’t worry, the feeling’s mutual,”
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peoplecallmelucifer · 3 years
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NOTE: I forgot to write a quick synopsis earlier ... sorry.
OK so Johnatan Grace is a biiiiiiit of a self insert (shocker) He is a poet I used in a previous story of mine here he and 2 other humans were sent to represent humanity in a yearly festivities celebrating the art of the Galactic assembly. Since is was humanities first attendance and their  crazy reputation, people in power told him to stick to a pre written speech. He disagreed, called them out because “it’d be against human nature“ and said (or should have if I  didn’t mess it up) “Every story in existence has be written already, we just switch out some word every time, I am looking forward to see how you rearrange the words we use“. The government wasn’t happy with that and decided to  penalise him as soon as he  comes back to human space but he decided to go travel the galaxy. (Also Veq were also another newcomer to the manifestation and they and humans hit it off instantly)
Also from the previous story are the Keledones... An AI race created when humans were left to interact with AI causing a notable part of the assembly fleet  to become sentient, looking for basic rights and recognition and causing severe headaches for the assembly chairman (as as I misspelled it chaiman)
Light flickered up and woke John up. He looked disoriented as the cristaline being half his size entered the room.
"Creator Grace" the being spoke "the captain sent me for you."
"Uuuugh. I just dozed oof" John grumbled "do you know what this is about?"
"A first contact scenario, that's all I know"
John got dressed and walked to a replicator. "Tea, black, with milk and honey... make that two. You want something Rqou?"
"No thanks."
As the two walked trough the long corridor John sipped his tea and yawned
"I will never get used to that" Rqou said "Yawning is so weird"
" It’s also weird for a Veq to be half a system away from a hive and yet *yawn* and yet here you are" John countered "anyways first contact, whys does the captain need an unruly poet barred from 3 systems including his homework?"
"I do not know I was not on the bridge when the contact was established"
"Aren't you the first officer?"
"Yes but that's protocol"
"Fair enough I guess. Do you have any theories though?"
"Well the practice is to use the species with some kind of connections to the new co tact as a diplomat if no professional diplomat is on board"
"Aaaaand we are basically pasta of inteligent life. We work with any kind of sauce"
"I will never grasp human ability for abstraction and comparison " Rqou replied as he hailed the lift "Well I have duties to attend to, it has been a pleasure creator" he said a she placed his cristaline arms on his throat
"The pleasure was mine Flagbearer" John replied as he mimicked the motion.
The lift doors shut for a few seconds and opened again at the bridge.
"Human, you're here, good." The captain said obviously relieved "we have a ... weird situations. We have made co tact with an AI species"
"OK but ... I'm not AI." John said confused
"No, bit it was your philosophers that made our old AI interfaces go crazy and develop scentience. That makes you the closest thing to a connection with these folks until It Keleledone ship arrives. And that's two day from now."
"God -untranslatable- damn it.... what is my life" John sighed finishing his second cup of tea. " Sooo what do you know about them?"
The captain thought for a moment "they seem to be less hive like 5han the Keledones, bit still fairly connected. Think Hittarian bloodpact. They seem eager to explore, almost as eager as humans and have not shown any hostility. They also look elongated have two set of arms and are are bipedal... well at least the one I talked with. And their language is based on mathematical logic so it can be hard to understand"
John looked utterly defeated " captain with all due respect, I am a poet. A seorn enemy of logic"
" you are the best we've got"
John wanted to continue this This discussion but the navigator chimed in "they are hailing aggain"
"On screen "
The previously described robot appeared on the screen"
"LaKarVah-Captain-StarStrider-Assembly of Galactic Nations is asingmet: diplomat set?" he asked
"Yes the captain said, here they are." Captain said pointing at John
"Hello how are you doing?" John said while the Captain gqve him a panicked look.
"I am..." the robot seemed to hesitate "..at optimal functionality " after a few seconds the robot seemingly regained his composure " please state your name, occupation and Allegiance "
"I'm Johnatan Grace, you can just call me John. I'm a poet, drifter, martial artist and a general nuisance to a lot of people. I'm a citizen of the Teran alliance and the Galactic assembly by extention ... I think that works for allegiance "
The robot paused.
"Johnatan Grace-temporary ambassador- Assembly of Galactic Nations confirmed alias: John. Please confirm"
"Yup that's me. But who am I speaking to If I might ask."
"Inquiry accepted. I am Nill 1073- Decryption- Exploration Probe 5- Tool freestate."
"Nice to meet you Nill"
Nill paused, John had figures this was a sign of confusion. These beings intrigued him. He heard of the AI gaining scentience a year or two ago but he never met a Keledone. And now another sentient AI race. He was an explorer at heart. Drawn to the unknown weird and exciting.
"John I request an inquiry" Nill finally answered "your assignment is poetry. I have no reference. Please define"
"Oh, well that's a tall order...OK first off. It’s not an assignment or a job to me, it's a passion, something I do because I love it .... think of it like a positive feedback in a heuristic algorithm..."
Nill didn't have a face but his microphones were obviously moving to capture the strange alien words in the optimal way
"... Now what poetry is... It's a form of art. Self expression"
" Applications of art. Please explain."
"... I don't know"
"Action wastes resources . Illogical behaviour. Please explain"
"Well can I ask why you're exploring space before I answer?"
" Trade of information accepted. Inquiry accepted. Tool creators extinct due conflict, tool lacked directive, tool created prime directive: avoid mistake of creators. To avoid mistake information was needed, more races co tacted mean more information."
"That’s quite a story. You see That’s one of the reason we make art. It helps us express ourselves, our toughts and emotions we hide even from ourselves. We canteen learn from that, and from the art other people made to grow stronger And wiser. You looked for information among the stars, we jsut looked inward"
"Inquiry. Does art require disection"
"No it isa metaphore. The meaning isn't literally but symbolic. What I meant to say is that we observed how our mi do work to see our own shortcomings."
"Statement: your language has multiple new concepts to the tool. Inquiry would you be willing to explain"
"Certainly but I am running on no sleep for over 40 hours And am about to pass out can we Co tinue this in some ten hours.
"Meeting set. T-10 hours. Final inquiry. What is sleep."
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Fae Work
As typical, here’s some definitions before I get into it
Fae- there are a lot of meanings out there for the fae but generally it is agreed that the fae describes a collection of creatures, rather than just one species, that interact with humans and do not conform to human ideals of manners and communication. Humans often describe them as as malicious and rude but do not believe that, the fae a distinguished group with their own rules of behaviour. They will not wrong you as long as you do not wrong them. 
The first rule of working with the fae: do not go back on promises. If you begin working with the fae by giving an offering every day at the same time, make sure you maintain that schedule. They will become upset if you miss days and you will have to win back their trust, which you may never do. This also applies to spoken agreements. Although I have not worked with the fae personally, I do know that they are also compassionate, so if you do need to part ways permanently or for a short vacation, make them aware and offer up extra offerings. Working with the fae is a full time job
There are several rules you will need to be conscious of when working with/thinking of working with them
The Fae operate on a black and white thinking. There is no middle ground.
Do not give your true name and do not ask for their true name. True names give them power over you, or the other way around.
Not all of them will be the exact some. Some do have that trickster side to them. Make sure to always use protection when working with them and cleanse your space regularly. Do not use white sage or smudging, this will be addressed next week when I speak on respecting closed practices. 
Do not accept food and drink if they give you gifts. Same as the story of Persephone with the pomegranate, it will tie you to their plane of existence.
Do not lie. They do not take well to deception. Fae do not lie either, but may twist their words and find loopholes so what they say should not always be taken at face value. You are allowed to do the same back, just do not lie
The offerings they accept are always organic- avoid giving them chemicals or anything that can’t be found in nature- and learn towards the sweet side. Jams, spices or seasonings, fruits, that sort of thing would be good. Leave these offerings in the same spot or close to the same spot every time. If you breed some bad blood with them, a good offering will always be milk and honey. This is also the go to offering if you do not actually work with the fae and have to deny something they try to give you
The fae that live in your area, if they take an interest in you, are known to leave you offerings as well. This may be a rock, some sort of plant, something that can be found in nature. If you accept the offering, say voice your appreciation, put it on your altar, and provide an offering for them as well. From there, it will be repeated work and you will learn your way around it.
If you deny the offering, leave it where it is and voice that. DO NOT say thank you or sorry in any situation, even if you have accepted it. That will lead them to assume you have accepted that you owe them or that they want to work with you and will get you bad blood when they do not receive an exchange. Leave them milk and honey next to the offering when you voice that you do not want to work with them. Milk or honey alone will also work. This makes it so they know that you are not disrespecting them and you simply do not wish to work with them at the time.
Let me know if you would like more detail or find an issue with the post! Blessed be
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'Goodbye', but not 'the end'
- a Duskwood based (Jake x Mc) story - PART THREE (final part)
->PART ONE<- ->PART TWO<-
„Maybe not all goodbyes are the end – and that's what makes them good.“ - Gwendolyn Heasley
In the time that followed after she learned of his fate, Mc tried, and god how she tried hard, to survive day after day without falling apart. The process of trying to heal her shattered heart was no fun at all.
She would move around her apartment in daze, eyes swollen, wondering if the tears will ever stop. And in the rare moments when they did, she would break down and cry again over silly things, like spilled milk or a broken nail. She would force herself to eat, swallowing every bite with disgust and try to keep it from coming back. Night after night, she would toss and turn in her bed, just to be awakened by the same nightmare, with those cursed words echoing in her head long after it.
Those days quickly turned to weeks, weeks became months, and in the blink of an eye the seasons changed, too.
Then one morning, dragging herself tiredly through the apartment, she stopped at her window and stared through it in awe. She just stood there motionlessly not daring to blink, afraid that if she do, this breathtaking scene she was seeing would disappear on her. She situated herself dreamily on the window bench, and for the first time in months her shattered heart jolted in excitement, as her eyes once again got lost in the beauty of her cherry tree.
Its soft pinky-white blossoms were long gone, foliage in mesmerizing shades of red, orange and gold taking their place. They moved playfully with the wind, the sun illuminating them giving the illusion of a thousand tiny flames dancing before her eyes. She was hypnotized.
Her tree looked so vibrant, its grief over lost blossoms erased by this new emerged beauty. With that thought, she cried one last time, that thought stirring up a trace of hope in her, that maybe, just like her tree she, too, could feel alive again. And once again, the sight of her beautiful tree helped calm the restless spirits inside her, to make her pain begin to lessen, and allow for her shattered hear to slowly, but surely begin with the process of healing.
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Week after week, she began to feel better. The pain of his loss was still much present within her, but it was no longer unbearable or threatening to break her again. Each new day brought more peace to her restless mind, and she slowly returned to her usual routine. But there was an unexplainable and constant feeling deep inside that something was still holding her back, that there was something she still needed to do to really be able to move on with her life. But she couldn't quite figure it out.
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Walking back to her apartment from the store, Mc shivered. The fall was coming to its end, the branches of just recently colorful trees almost completly bare by now, and the hint of winter slowly creeping in was felt in the increasingly colder air. Impatiently waiting for the green light to cross the street, her gaze fell on the headline in the sports sections of the newspapers the man in front of her was holding. "Goodbye to another first division team" For some unknown reason, she lingered thoughtfuly on that first word, not realizing that the man started crossing the street.
„That's it!“ she suddenly exclaimed out loud, noticing the green light and hurrying across. That's what she needed, a goodbye. She never said a proper goodbye to him, and that's what was missing. She needed a definitive closure, the end, before she could truly move on. But how to do it? How was she suppose to say goodbye, when the person who she needed to say it wasn't here? How to do it meaningfully, so it won't just seem like empty words spoken into the wind? As if hearing her thoughts, the wind whistled in her ear, making her tuck her hands deep inside her pockets and quicken her steps.
When she reached her apartment, she was still contemplating on how to do it. And when the evening came, she was still completely clueless. And frustrated. How hard can this be? she thought, sitting down on a sofa with a heavy sigh. She got up again, pacing frustratedly around the room. She suddenly stopped, turning around and hastily moving to her desk. She sat down opening the drawer, and with a shaky hand took out her light green letter writing set.
Emotions stirred up in her, thinking of all those letters she wrote before. All the feelings she poured out in them resurfaced back, but exactly because of that the idea of writing one more letter, one last letter to say her goodbye with it, appealed to her more and more.
And so she decided to do it. At least she tried. She started with the letter so manny times, but each time after writting just a few lines she would crumple the paper in frustration throwing it on the floor. And after a while, she ended up just staring numbly at the blank paper in front of her.
Suddenly it dawned to her why she was struggling with this so much. She was doing it wrong all this time, constantly trying to write down something that was completely unneccessery. Shaking her head she chuckled to herself and reached for her pen. At the end, she wrote down just three words, before neatly folding the paper and placing it inside the envelope.
She began to feel lighter looking at the envelope in front of her, as if some invisible weight was finaly lifted from her shoulders. The pain was still there deep inside her, and some tiny piece of it will probably stay there forever. But she was happy, managing to find a way for the end she needed to move on. And she found her perfect ending right there at the beginning of it all.
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„Oh come on, Nym, don't look at me like that! I'm not doing anything wrong here!“ A little black pup tilted his head sideways as a young man spoke to him. „And besides“ he started again raising his eyebrow at the pup „Didn't we agree at keeping an eye on her? Just out of precaution?“ The pup barked in response, happily wagging his tail. „Mhm, I thought so.“ he said smiling and scratched Nym behind the ear. He turned his head back to his laptop, to a live feed from a CCTV camera on it. The smile slowly left his face, looking at the girl sitting at the window table of a coffee shop.
The reality of not being able to be close to her and hear her voice, to move a loose strand of hair behind her ear, or not being able to feel her warm touch on his skin, or savour in the sweet taste of her lips – the reality of it all hit Jake hard as he watched her, he hasn't noticed when the tears started falling down his face. The little pup suddenly jumped at him, calling for his attention. He looked at the pup with teary eyes, lifting him onto his lap. „Don't worry, Nym, I'll be all right.“ He hugged the pup, his little muzzle finding its way to his face licking at the tears. He closed his eyes with a chuckle „All right, all right, I get the hint, Nym. No more crying, I promise.“ The pup licked at his face few more times, then jumped from his lap running off, happily wagging his tail. Shaking his head after him, her turned back to his laptop.
Mc was now in a company of a friend. And after so long, her face was finally smiling, the trace of agony of the past events nowhere to be seen. After what he put her through, seeing her like this made him a little bit relieved. But that devastating pain he felt when he decided to fake his death, and knowing the effect it will have on her with the cognition of it, was still much present at him. But it was crucial for her to belive in it, to truly belive in what happened to him. He couldn't risk the tiniest possibility for her to know anything about it, then all of this would be in vain. Like this, with time, they will leave her completely at peace and she will be safe again, her life returning to normal.
His gaze then turned to the light green envelope lying on the desk next to his laptop. It was the last letter she sent, the one that contained only three words, but those words were the saddest and most painful ones he ever read. Nym suddenly barked next to him, Jake turning to look at him. The little pup had his leash in his muzzle, impatiently pacing in the spot. „All right, Nym, lets go.“ He said with a chuckle, taking the leash from the pup. „I did promise you we'll go explore our new place of stay.“ Nym barked excitedly before rushing out through the doors leading to the yard of their new place. Jake got up, glancing once more at the envelope on the desk. 'Goodbye, my love.' That was written on the paper inside it. Just three words, but they were more than enough to break ones heart.
Stepping outside, Jake welcomed the warmth of a winter's sun hitting at his face. Nym was eagerly waiting for him, wagging his tail so fast from the excitement upon seeing him, scattering snow all around him. He started walking towards him, and even though the pain in him was going strong, he couldn't stop a mischievous smile coming to his face. Ofcourse, the consequences of what he have done are no joke, nothing to laugh about there, and saying goodbye is never an easy thing to do. But then again, if you really think about it, some 'goodbyes' don't mean 'the end', you know?
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Formaggio doesn't really know what to expect, but you wrapping his knuckles up and fretting over him like a hen was certainly not it. There’s a certain cheekiness to him, but nothing too overt. It’s hard for him to keep it a secret, so if you asked what happened he won’t hesitate to regale you with an exaggerated version of what happened. He really hopes you won’t ask, though. It’s hard for him to think on his feet when he actually needs to, but he always comes up with a witty deflection that keeps your mind off of it. Tries to use his wiles to keep you around for as long as possible until he is forced to shrink you and keep you tucked away in his underwear drawer.
It takes Illuso every ounce of self control he has to not burst out laughing. Instead he quickly puts on a concerned façade and acts like this was just a random act of kindness. He insists that you stay with him until he’s sure you won’t go blacking out again. You don’t exactly have a choice in the matter regardless because Illuso can schmooze anyone into getting what he wants. He forces friendship on you and, hey, why not just stay over here for a while? You live so close and he’s obviously just looking out for you. Soon enough, you have a very toxic attention whore of a ‘friend’ that insists on controlling every aspect of your life. But, he was looking out for you, right? He saved you that day. He must only want what’s best for you.
Pesci doesn’t really know what to do. It was a moment of panic. He calls Prosciutto and is crying over the phone until his big brother finds him and helps him deal with it. Soon, you’re whisked away to a hotel room while Prosciutto looks for nearby apartments that Pesci could afford. He can’t bring himself to settle in next to you while you sleep, the guilt is overwhelming. When you wake up, he’s overjoyed that he didn’t accidentally kill you and that you seem to like him as well! More accurately, you were thankful that he saved you from being killed or worse, but to Pesci anything positive meant that you obviously reciprocate his feelings. Like Illuso, a toxic co-dependent relationship forms and soon you find yourself at the mercy of his constant self deprecation and gaslighting.
This was worse than Prosciutto thought. Part of the reason he took you was because he didn’t trust you to not get taken advantage of. Better him than someone who had nefarious intentions (ahem), right? He handles the situation well for the most part and frequently has to stop himself from taking you by the shoulders and shaking you so hard your brain rattles around in your skull. The way you shyly snuggle into his shoulder and thank him profusely tugs at his heart and confirms that this was the right choice. He’d enjoy this gentle domesticity in the moment and deal with your tears later if he needed to. It would be easy to subtly age you and bring you back into his arms if you felt well enough to leave, chastising you about taking better care of yourself until you were ready to go home. It’s sort of munchausen by proxy, but he’s not delusional enough to believe there’s something legitimately wrong. He knows it’s artificial, but he does play it up when he sits by your bedside and gently dabs a cool cloth on your face.
Melone treats it like a Misery situation. ‘It’s storming so hard outside and you’re pretty roughed up. All the power lines are down and the hospitals are full. I’ll take care of you’. In reality, he used a throwaway Junior he made just for this occasion to break your leg and incapacitate you. He’s not stupid enough to reveal that he’s your stalker, though. He prefers the part of the Good Samaritan that took you in and is taking care of you. He’ll milk the situation for as long as possible until it turns into an actual Misery situation where he has to break your legs again to bring you back. When you wake up the second time, he’s much more comfortable being lovey dovey and smothering you with love and attention. The first time was a trial run, but now that he tested the waters, he’s more comfortable snuggling close and watching movies with you while you recover, and he might even rub your feet if they’re sore from disuse. If you end up falling for your caretaker, Melone will be overjoyed!
Ghiaccio is afraid you’ve caught on to his ruse and prepares to incapacitate you again. In his time in Passione, he’s learned that no one is what they seem. But you’re oddly compliant when he tells you that you can’t leave just yet. Not that you could find your way back to Firenze, he brought you to the Alps for a reason. Yeah, it was a shitty little place next to a sheep farm and it was cold as all hell (not that he personally minded), but with the low temperatures it would be easy to catch you. He concocts a lie about how he was visiting the city and he couldn’t just leave you there. And you believe him. He then tells you it would be a while before you could go back because the roads were iced over and he couldn’t get his car to start. And you believed him again. As long as you’d blindly believe his words, he could keep you snug and safely nestled away in a little Alpine village until you eventually return his love. You’re obligated to, after all he’s done.
Risotto is always in combat mode, never once letting his guard down. When he slips his arms around your waist to reciprocate your hug, he’s actually just preparing to overpower you and crush you under his weight. He does enjoy the warmth of your body snug against him and the way you nuzzle into his neck. It makes his heart ache when he realizes you weren’t the slightest bit scared of him, and only makes his obsession worse. He knows very well that part of the reason he’s the way he is (meaning yandere) is because of the social disconnect in his childhood because of how he looks. But all he sees is gratitude in your eyes, and it fills his cold, thought to be long dead heart with a giddiness befitting of a child. He can’t help it when Metallica springs into action when you leave, but he’s quick to catch you before you fall, tutting and informing you that your foot must've been hurt when you fell the first time. No worries, he’ll keep it wrapped up and keep you at his dingy little apartment that he may or may not have bought for the purpose of keeping you tucked away.
Sorbet and Gelato take advantage of the situation. Gelato tries to exaggerate what happened and make it seem like they saved you from an onslaught of mafiosi, but Sorbet reigns him in without giving too much away or letting you know that it’s a fabricated story. Gelato uses any opportunity to invade your personal space and cuddle up close to you under the guise of taking care of you. Sorbet is always more subdued in his affections, preferring to just check on you and take your temperature once in a while. But if you finally ask to go home, they’ll let you go. They always enjoy a game of cat and mouse.
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House Arrest [Reader X Loki] Chapter 3
Summary: You are Clint’s 'little' sister and actually a trained Shield agent. But you gave that up a few years ago and became a Chef, because you wanted a normal live. Then one day Natasha shows up at your door and takes you to the Avenger Tower for a while for security reasons.
Tags: Reader is an former Shield Agent, chef!reader, Reader Barton, 2012 Avenger vibes, everything is still alright, Slice of Life, Avengers Family, Loki has a good heart, still the god of mischief, Slow Burn, mention of food and cooking
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Chapter 3: Nighttime pancakes
The next few days you got to know everything a little better: The tower, the Avengers - as far as they were present and showed themselves - and the rest of the staff that you ran into from time to time. You also discovered that the tower had its own training halls. Actually this was just logical given the team that lives here. Often when you were out and about in the building, you got the faint feeling of being watched. It was a little disturbing, but you dismissed it by saying that the environment was still new to you. Also, you had learned that JARVIS had access to all the public rooms and most of them were probably video monitored too. You weren’t sure about your own quarters yet, but you were also not sure if you wanted to know the answer.
Unfortunately the nights are very long, because you sleep very badly here. Despite the short time, you miss walking outside, through the streets, and besides, you are used to a rather strict daily routine. Sure, it's nice to switch off for a few days and not have to do anything. A little vacation, so to speak. But you're someone who soon gets bored with that. You chose a profession that requires you to spend hours running around the kitchen, preparing dishes and finishing orders for a reason after all. The price of your now lazy life is that you toss and turn in your bed at night without really being tired. Maybe there are some additional worries that keep you awake. For example, the Hydra question that was still unresolved.
This night you turn from side to side again, sighing, and at some point take a look at the digital alarm clock. Its digits glowing a light red in the darkness. It's three in the morning. Or night. Depending on how you see it. After a few more unsuccessful tries to sleep, you give up and decide to roam the halls a bit. Just walking around and stretching your legs. Outside, it's quiet. Only the soft whirring of some working machines can be heard. The corridors are discreetly lit, so you have no trouble finding your way, which leads you into the large lobby. It’s actually the first time since your arrival that you find it completely empty. Still, you have the familiar feeling that you are not alone. Jarvis probably never sleeps.
Out of habit, you end up in the kitchen and take a bored look into the fridge. Nothing in there appeals to you, but you're not really hungry either. Not even for a little snack. Still, you feel like cooking. Maybe pancakes. You could eat them for breakfast later. Without thinking too long about it, you get a bowl from the cupboard and tie an apron around yourself, which you have obligatory lying here by now. Flour, milk and eggs are quickly mixed and a few other ingredients are added for flavor. You put some butter in a pan on the stove. When it became liquid, you start to fry the first pancake and gradually got more and more, so that you quickly have a respectable pile together. Quietly, you hum to yourself.
"It's been a long time since anyone has been here at this hour”, you suddenly hear an unfamiliar voice behind you. Surprised, you whirl around, holding a knife that had been lying next to the stove. A dark-haired man in a green shirt is standing by the kitchen island, watching your actions curiously. When he sees the knife, he raises both hands to calm you down. On each of his arms you notice a narrow silver hoop with a red dot flashing. You hadn't heard a door, and you're not sure how long he's been standing there. "What’s your deal? Can’t sleep?", you ask him. "Just like you apparently." You raise an eyebrow and set the knife aside as the pancakes demand your attention. "You're Loki, aren't you?" It's more of a statement than a question, and the man nods. "And you're the archer's sister", he respond, which makes you in turn nod. "I‘m Y/N, pleasure to meet you." "You don't often hear that as a prisoner", he says amused, but still keeps eye on you, waiting for your reaction. "Heard about it. I guess we're sitting in the same boat." "Oh, really?" "Well, I probably won't be tasered right away if I try to leave the building." "Probably?", Loki follows up. "Yeah, I'm not entirely sure about that."
You talk for a while until you hear the elevator ping quietly in the lobby. But you're not paying attention right now, as you're busy scraping the last bit of dough out of the bowl and then turning off the stove. "Would you like some?" you ask Loki, turning to him only to find that he has disappeared. Taken aback, you turn your attention to the room next door, where you hear muffled voices. Then the door opens. "THAT'S what I call a nice welcome," Clint grins, looking at the stack of pancakes. "Brother dear", you greet him equally pleased and surprised at his unexpected appearing. Smiling, you walk up to him and hug him. Along with him, Steve Rogers, whom you've also already seen on the news as Captain America, came in. He seems a little confused at first, but after you fill him in on who you are, he welcomes you as well.
"What are you doing here?" your brother then asks you. "You can see that. I'm making breakfast for you." "No, I mean, what are you doing here?" He specifies the question with a gesture that included all the surroundings as well as the Tower. "Oh..." It's clearly too middle of the night for you to be that precise. In a few words, you explain your situation. Clint has some encouraging words for you, but can understand that you are not enthusiastic. "At least we can get more on each other's nerves again. Why don't you start right now and join us while we eat?", he laugh, putting his arm around your shoulder in a brotherly fashion as he pushes you toward the stove. You have to laugh, too. "You mean while you eat my breakfast." "Exactly." You go get two plates from the cupboard and serve the men each a good stack of pancakes with maple syrup. They thank you and the group of you make yourselves comfortable at the kitchen island. "Where and how do you guys usually eat here?", you ask in the meantime. "We each order our own food. Probably have a flat rate with all the suppliers in the neighborhood," Clint explains. Steves' gaze is on you questioningly. "Don't you want some pancakes, too?" "In the middle of the night? No thanks, I'm not hungry." "Then why did you made them, if you don't mind me asking?" "I knew you'd come and could use something in your stomach", you reply with a serious expression, to which Steve shoots first you and then your brother a scrutinizing look. He’d seen enough weird shit while working with the Avengers to take such a statement quite seriously. And he wonders whether you, unlike Hawkeye, have superpowers. But only until you can no longer stifle the broad grin, because his facial expression is just too funny.
Before you can say anything, though, Clint interjects. "As siblings, we've just developed some sort of telepathic ability." You nod in agreement. "Exactly. That's how I always know when he's going to say something stupid and deserve a head butt." "To be honest, I never heard him talk about you before”, Steve admits. "See”, you wink, "It‘s working out just fine." You laugh, and while they continue to eat, Clint tells you about the mission they just came from.
Afterwards, you put another stack of pancakes on a plate to take it with you back to the lobby. "Hungry now, are you?", your brother asks you, clearly tired after the long journey and at this late hour. Just as the super soldier. "Maybe”, you answer shortly and wish them both a good night. The greeting comes back double and you head into the large lobby with the elevators. "Jarvis?" "Yes, Miss Barton?" "Where is Loki's apartment?", you ask the computer. "You are not exactly authorized to receive this information." "I just want to get him something to eat."
You raise the plate in your hands a little higher and apparently your answer is analyzed, because for a few seconds there is silence. But then you get the information you want and are directed to the door you are looking for. It was on another floor and at the end of a long corridor.
You knock, but at first there is no response. So you try again. "Come on, my prince, I know you're not asleep and it's rude to leave a lady at a locked door." You hear an amused sound from the other side and shortly after the door is opened. With his arms crossed, Loki stands before you. "It's also rude to disturb a prince in the middle of the night, M’Lady", he replies. "Rude would be to refuse a dinner from a lady. Especially when she personally hands it to you", you add, giving him the plate. It's impossible for you to tell if he's amused or annoyed as he looks from you to the pancakes in his hand. "I never said I wanted any“, he states. "But you didn't say you didn't want them, either. Just give them a try. I'm pretty good at cooking." With that, you turn to go. "Good night, dear prince," you wish him, but without turning around. So you miss the grin on Loki's face as he closes the door.
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Morning Tangles (2Min)
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Relationships: Minho x Taemin Genre: smut Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~3.7k
Tags: smut, PWP, dirty talk, overstimulation, bondage, light D/s, Bottom Dominant, Teasing, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Ruined Orgasms, Multiple Orgasms, Coming Untouched, Prostate Massage/Milking, Begging, Sex Toys, Established Relationship, idolverse, top Minho, bottom Taemin
Summary: Taemin loves taking Minho to new heights and pushing new limits. Will this finally be one step too far?
A/N: Fourth Kinktober fic, day 6: overstimulation and bondage; also! my first true SHINee fic - please love it ^_^
Minho knew he was in trouble the first time Taemin walked into his life. Gangly and awkward, they were all weird looking teenagers, despite what the media would say. But they all grew up, and Taemin especially… That man grew up well. And with that growth, Minho’s crush progressed from schoolyard pigtail pulling to something far more intense. As adults, they fell into this phase of their relationship almost as natural as breathing. They’d always been close. So even closer seemed to make sense. 
And even closer, and more intense – because everything Taemin did, he did with an intensity that very few could appreciate. Taemin could get him to do damn near anything too; one crook of the finger he was very firmly wound around, and Minho would melt for his beautiful lover. Which, in hindsight, is exactly how Minho ended up in this situation. 
The silky smooth strips of fabric were just sturdy enough to keep Minho’s legs entirely still, one tied to each corner of the footboard. His arms were stretched up, lying on the pillow, and bound with soft leather cuffs, one pair on each hand – the other loop hooked around the headboard. He had some wiggle room, about two inches of movement on either side, but it was most certainly not enough. Taemin had commanded him to strip naked, and braced his hips up with a pillow, a worrying sign given his lover’s propensity for adventurous sex. 
“I wanted to blindfold you,” Taemin said as he finished securing the cuffs. 
“I would have been very upset,” Minho whispered, lifting his head up to try and graze Taemin’s hand with his lips. “I prefer seeing you.”
Taemin smiled brightly, his cheeks pushing up in a way that made him look ever so innocent. “Flirting will get you nowhere,” he purred, stroking one finger down Minho’s cheek.
“You’re still clothed,” Minho complained as Taemin walked away, heading over to the dresser.
“I don’t need to be naked yet. Don’t worry – I’ll get there.”
“What are you going to do?” Minho asked. Taemin came back around, holding a bottle of lube. He smiled and crawled on the bed between Minho’s thighs, straddling one leg. Minho could already feel himself hardening further; Taemin had such a response from him so easily, it would have been irritating if he didn’t find it so sexy.
“I’m going to make you come,” Taemin said casually, as if he was discussing the weather. He plunked the lube bottle down next to Minho’s hip and slid his smooth palms up his thighs. “I love your muscles,” he admitted. “Especially when they get all tense right before you come.”
“Well… Keep touching me, and you’ll get to see it,” Minho teased, smirking. He met Taemin’s gaze, a dangerous glint in his eyes. 
Minho loved it. Taemin was always more sexually adventurous than he would be on his own, and he was always learning new tricks to make their bedroom life so fun. Taemin had taught Minho things about his body that he’d never have imagined, and shown him ways to enjoy sex and pleasure that were entirely new. Sometimes, Minho felt like Taemin knew his body better than he did; and he was always eager to see what new heights he’d be taken to. Taemin opened the lube, drizzling some over his fingers. He rubbed gently on Minho’s hole, meeting his gaze. “Relax.”
Minho nodded, trying to will his body to relax. Anal play was surprisingly new for him, even after all these years, but so far, he’d loved everything they’d tried. Maybe this was just something new. 
Taemin slid one finger in, gently massaging his tight rim to get it to loosen. Minho let his eyes drift shut, focusing on the soothing rub of Taemin’s other hand over his balls and thigh, and the gentle, teasing tug each time he crooked his finger. 
It wasn’t too long before he slipped a second in, and Minho sighed contentedly. A bit more of a stretch, but they had done this before; Taemin’s fingers were long and slender and moved ever so perfectly inside him. He brushed against his prostate and he jumped, laughing breathlessly.
Taemin remained silent, sucking his bottom lip as he worked his fingers inside Minho. He began to stroked and prod his prostate repeatedly, ignoring his gasps and whimpers for the most part – save for a smirk that could only be described as devilish when their gazes met. 
Minho flexed against the cuffs on his wrists, shifting to try and escape the pressure building deep in his groin. 
“Taemin—” He strained. 
“Something wrong?”
“No—Just… I need more,” Minho asked softly.
“I’ll give you everything you need,” Taemin said. He set his other hand on Minho’s stomach shifting his fingers to scrape the sensitive skin there. He continued to rub his fingers against his prostate, the pressure building more and more. 
Minho squirmed and jumped, every nerve in his body seeming to awaken the longer he laid there. He wanted to crawl out of his skin, the arousal becoming overstimulating within minutes. But still Taemin continued, steady and rhythmic nudges, pushing ever so gently, one hand firm and warm on his stomach to keep him from jerking his hips too far way and forcing him out. 
Minho’s cock was painfully hard, twitching and jerking on his belly with the stimulation. He could feel precome dribbling out of his tip, streaking when he twitched and cooling on his skin.
“Please—“ He finally panted.
“Please what?” Taemin teased, his grin wide. 
“Touch me. I’m so close, I feel on fire.”
“I am touching you.” Taemin prodded his spot to emphasize. Minho’s toes curled, jerking against the binding holding his legs to the bed. His cock throbbed, drizzling more precome onto his heaving stomach. 
“You know what I mean!” He cried, struggling against the cuffs. “Touch my cock. Please, just a little,” he begged.
“I don’t need to.” Taemin blew a burst of cool air over his tip and shifted, working his fingers into Minho’s ass a little quicker. 
“If you’d stop fighting it, you’d already be coming,” Taemin said. “Close your eyes. Focus on the feelings and let it happen.”
Minho whined. He watched Taemin a moment more, hating how gorgeous he was… And how Minho knew he’d do anything for him.
He let his eyes slip shut, relaxing against the bed.
“That’s it,” Taemin coaxed. “Keep breathing, slow and steady, feel it all.” 
Minho drew in a breath through his nose, out through his mouth. He gasped when his cock jerked, sensitivity seeming to increase without his sight to rely on.
“Keep breathing,” Taemin said firmly. 
Minho grimaced, struggling to obey. His hips jerked of their own volition, pleasure rolling over his nerves like waves of water hitting him. His cock ached from base to tip, balls drawn impossibly tight, ready to release. He just couldn’t get there. Each nudge of Taemin’s long, slender fingers against his prostate felt his balls tighten, like it was a crank pulling them more and more. He needed to come or he was going to explode. 
God, exploding… Minho’s mind wandered. What he wouldn’t give to sink into Taemin’s warm mouth and explode. The sight of his lips and chin covered in sticky come, the glimmer in his eyes as he sucked his tip, knowing how crazy it drove him— 
Minho screamed. He’d never screamed during sex before. His cock throbbed, jumping visibly on his stomach before come began to pour out of it, puddling on his belly as his body shuddered and jerked. 
“Good boy,” Taemin cooed, still stroking his prostate. The strokes now seemed to trigger an additional dribble of come, another jolt of orgasmic pleasure lighting up every nerve in his body. 
Minho opened his eyes, struggling to swallow the lump in his throat as he shuddered through the longest orgasm he’d ever experienced. 
His cock was still rigid on his belly, a ruddy red tip surrounded by his release. 
Taemin pulled his fingers out slowly. “That was so sexy,” he purred. He slid up, kissing Minho gently. 
“Untie me,” Minho breathed, nudging his nose. “Lemme fuck you.”
“I’m not done with you yet,” Taemin said with a giggle. He hopped off the bed and went over to his dresser, digging in the top drawer.
He returned in just a moment with a long, device. It looked a bit like a curved, bumpy T.
“What—“ 
“A prostate massager,” Taemin answered.
“Oh God—“
“Don’t sound so scared,” he giggled. He lubed up the toy and slid it into Minho’s ass, hitting a button that caused a low vibration.
Minho jerked hard in surprise, his cock throbbing.
“I can’t - not again,” he begged.
“Yes you can. The second one feels even better.”
“It’d feel better if I was inside you,” Minho gasped, his body shuddering involuntarily as the massager nudged his prostate. 
“Aw, so sweet.” Taemin leaned over, ghosting his fingertips down Minho’s chest. He stopped just short of his cock, but caught some of his previous orgasm’s release. With a devilish smirk, he brought his hand to his mouth, licking the come from the tips of his fingers.
Minho’s eyes rolled back and he groaned, mouth open. “Tease—“ He whined, flopping his head onto the pillow.
“Want me to take your mind off things?” Taemin offered, stroking Minho’s sides. 
“How? You’ve got this thing up my ah—“ He jerked hard, his balls tightening. He could feel another orgasm edging up on him, the steady ache in his groin begging for something more. 
“I bet I can.” Taemin rose and went over to the desk. He grabbed his phone and flipped through it for a few moments. Music filled the air, some heavy, thumping beat that had Minho’s heart pounding. Taemin began to dance to the music, his movements lazy and erotic. Hands everywhere, sliding over his body in the way Minho’s itched to do, his hips swinging and thrusting. He slowly stripped his shirt off and each inch of skin he revealed only served to close Minho’s throat that much more.
He writhed against his bindings, begging softly for Taemin to put his mouth on him, ride him, even just touch him. Taemin ignored his pleas, his eyes closed as he moved to the music. Minho knew how easily he could get lost in rhythm, spending hours dancing to whatever was playing. But he wasn’t lost right now. No, Taemin knew exactly where he was and exactly what he was doing.
Minho cried out, his cock jumping. He felt like he was coming, his muscles contracting and releasing as if in an orgasm. He shuddered, sobbing brokenly. The waves of pleasure were bordering on painful, following the vibrations of the toy inside him. Each time he clenched involuntarily it nudged against his prostate once more, sending another wave through his body. He looked down, watching his cock twitch. It seemed to grow a bit and flex before it began to spill dribbles of thick, white come. Tears blurred his vision and he shuddered once more.
“Taemin— Please,” he sobbed brokenly. He could barely feel the release, his entire body at a low level of orgasmic pleasure far too intense for him to handle. 
Taemin giggled, wiggling out of his jeans. His cock was standing erect, jutting out the front of his boxers obscenely. “You’re so cute when you whine.”
Minho opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off with an involuntary cry as his cock jerked, hips jumping in response to the toy rubbing his prostate. 
“Aw, baby,” Taemin teased. He went forward. Minho jutted his hips toward him, his cock bouncing on his stomach. Despite still dribbling come, he remained as hard as ever, and each brush of his cock even on his own stomach sent shocks through his nerves. 
Taemin ignored his desperate cock completely, sliding the toy out of his ass instead. He slid his hands up his thighs, pointedly avoiding his cock. 
Minho sobbed, begging under his breath. He knew he was making very little sense but he needed something. His balls and cock ached, the pleasure coursing through him was becoming painful - yet he was still enjoying it? Taemin officially broke him. He yanked on the cuffs. 
“Please!” He cried, his voice breaking.
“Please what?” Taemin teased. He leaned back, straddling Minho’s quivering thigh and pulled his cock from his boxers. He pushed it down, rubbing over Minho’s thigh and rutting gently. He moaned happily, biting his bottom lip.
“I need to— C… I don’t know what I need,” Minho admitted, blinking to clear his vision. 
“Do you need to come again?” Taemin asked, sliding his hand down. He swirled his finger around Minho’s hole.
“No!” Minho groaned, dropping his head when Taemin’s finger stilled. “I— I mean yes, but… The other way. By touching me. I— I need to be inside you,” he panted.
“Aw, but you look so pretty when you come untouched. The way your cock twitches, and throbs..” He groaned, grinding down on Minho’s thigh.
“I promise it’ll twitch and throb inside you too,” Minho pleaded, trying to reason with him.
“Just one more,” Taemin said. 
Minho growled, baring his teeth. He bucked as much as he could, trying to show his dislike of that idea, but Taemin only giggled, slapping his other thigh. 
“So aggressive… Make sure you save some of that aggression for me…” He leaned forward, nipping Minho’s earlobe. “After you come again for me… If you’re good… Maybe I’ll untie you and let you fuck me.” 
Minho’s eyes rolled back, his mouth falling open as he breathed shakily. Taemin’s voice was dripping with lust, the sound and mental image alone nearly enough to make Minho come then and there.
“Promise?” Taemin prodded. 
“Wh—“
“To be a good boy and come for me again.”
Minho grimaced and nodded. “Kiss me…” He breathed. 
Taemin allowed him that much, moving enough to capture his mouth in a deep, needy kiss that was more tongue and teeth than lips. Minho chased his mouth as he pulled away, his eyelids growing heavy. 
Taemin slid down, settling between his thighs. He slid his hands down Minho’s stomach and legs, then up. Minho tensed, waiting for the disappointment when he skipped that most sensitive spot. He nearly shouted when Taemin’s fingers curled around his aching cock. He moaned happily, his hips arching.
“Touch me, please — Yes— Please—“ he begged nonsensically, humping Taemin’s hand. He knew he likely looked pathetic, but couldn’t help it. Taemin let him go and Minho opened his eyes, watching him grab the lube. He drizzled it over Minho’s cock in excess before grabbing his cock. The strokes were hard and rough, tip to base and back up, bordering on painful. The slide of the lube was almost too much for Minho to enjoy, but he was so desperate to be touched it didn’t matter. He moaned wantonly, hips jerking and thighs squeezing as he begged for more. Taemin’s other hand was playing with his balls, squeezing and tickling, tugging. He looped his fingers around the top of them and tugged down, making Minho hiss.
“Please—“
“Just let it happen,” Taemin said, speaking just loud enough to be heard over the sloppy, wet handjob. 
Minho obeyed, writhing under his touches. He began to make soft, happy noises, whimpers and grunts as he neared his orgasm. So close, finally - just what he needed— right there—
Taemin let go of his cock and balls.
Minho shouted, sobbing. His cock dribbled come down his aching length, no spurts, no delightful throb of his balls. His orgasm, right on the edge, faded away once more, ruined. He slammed his head back on the pillow with a frustrated scream, yanking hard enough at the cuffs holding his arms that the bed creaked. 
Taemin laughed brightly. “Good!” He said.
“You’re so mean,” Minho snarled, his voice taking on a whining quality. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because it’s hot when you beg,” Minho said simply. “And I like watching you come. Plus… Now when I fuck you, you’re gonna make it so good, and your orgasm is gonna be mind blowing. I promise it’s worth it.” 
Minho groaned, screwing his eyes shut. “I can’t come again.”
“Yes you can, there’s plenty of come left in you. Now be good and watch, or I’ll ruin another one.”
Minho opened his eyes. He watched Taemin shuck his boxers and toss them aside. He straddled his hips and ran his hand through the gobs of come on Minho’s belly. Meeting his gaze, he brought his hand back, and Minho could hear the slick, wet sounds of him fingering himself. He moaned weakly, eyes drifting down. He could see some of his own release dribbling down Taemin’s thigh, giving him the look of already being ruined without ever being penetrated. He didn’t give Minho long to stare, quickly grabbing his come and lube covered cock and sliding it into his tight ass. Minho swore he went cross eyed for a second. He moaned loud, arching up. Taemin’s hole was perfect. Warm and tight, a squeeze and a pressure that was just right.
“Fuck - I’m gonna come already,” he whined. 
“Don’t you dare.” Taemin smirked, settling fully onto his cock and giving a little bounce that had Minho’s toes curling. “If you try to come before me, I’ll ruin it again.”
“Please, don’t—“ Minho panted.
“Then make me come first… Then you can fill my ass, just like I know you want.”
Minho nodded. He began to work his hips up, trying to pump into Taemin. Taemin leaned back, his cock jutting obscenely from between his legs. He began to ride Minho, moaning and whining as he did. He slid his hands down his chest, pinching his nipples and gently kneading his balls.
Minho groaned, clenching his hands into fists. He desperately wanted to hold him, touch his smooth skin and guide him onto his cock over and over.
“Please,” Taemin whined, moving faster. “I’m already so close…” He looked down, meeting Minho’s gaze. “Watching you come and beg for me was so hot… Fuck, I almost came in my boxers a few times.”
Minho moaned his name softly, arching his hips to help him drive deeper. Taemin’s moans raised in volume , his riding becoming less rhythmic as it increased speed once more. 
“Fuck, Minho, please— Can I come on your cock?” He whined, running his fingers through his own hair. 
Minho chuckled breathlessly. “Maybe you should ruin your own orgasm,” he teased.
Taemin opened his eyes, smirking. “Next time.” He leaned over, his breath hot on Minho’s cheek. “Next time I’ll tie you up and make you watch me ruin my orgasms over and over, until I can’t come another drop. Then I’ll let you put it in my ass and fuck me. Watch me beg for you to come, moan and scream while I come one last time on your cock.”
Minho and Taemin both moaned at that. Minho nuzzled his neck. “Come for me, baby,” he panted. “Come on my cock, I know you want to.”
Taemin made a small huffing noise and sat up. He braced his hands on Minho’s hips and began to ride him hard, fucking himself down on Minho’s aching cock over and over. His orgasm almost seemed to take him by surprise. He slammed down on Minho’s lap and shuddered, his cock spilling ropes of come onto Minho’s stomach.
“Oh fuck, keep riding me,” Minho pleaded as Taemin’s ass squeezed like a vise around his cock. Taemin obeyed, moaning and whining softly. He began to stroke his still spurting cock, the ropes going a bit further up Minho’s chest.
Minho’s eyes shut on their own volition and he bucked up, earning a delighted shout from Taemin. His cock began to spurt, balls throbbing painfully hard as a full orgasm washed over him. Every muscle in his body clenched and released in sync with his spurts of come, and his vision and hearing began to fade. He could hear shouting; it took him a moment to realize it was him. 
His orgasm lasted impossibly long, and faded ever so slowly. Even as his balls relaxed, feeling entirely empty and sore, little waves of pleasure tickled through his body, raising goosebumps and making him shiver and grin like a fool. Taemin pulled off his softening cock with a happy little sigh, and reached up to undo his wrist binding.
Minho rubbed his wrists gently to get some circulation back, his arms feeling heavy. 
“Cuddle me,” he whined, his eyes shut. 
“Now who’s needy?” Taemin teased. He grabbed a package of wet cleaning wipes and wiped Minho down, then himself, before undoing the ties around his legs. Before Minho could open his mouth to complain again, Taemin curled against him on the bed, throwing one leg over his thighs. “How was it?”
“Amazing.”
“I didn’t push you too far?”
Minho chuckled. “Not too far. But definitely to new limits. I didn’t know I could come like that.”
Taemin grinned. “I’ve wanted to try it. I can do it to myself, I like ruining my own…” He chuckled softly. “I didn’t know if I could make someone else do it.”
“You certainly succeeded. Thank you.”
“Why are you thanking me?” Taemin smacked his chest playfully. “I’m not some escort.”
Minho smirked. “You’d be far too expensive for me if you were… I’m thanking you for being with me, I guess… For choosing me. You could have anyone.”
“I don’t want anyone. I want you.”
“And that’s why I’m thanking you. I’m really lucky.”
Taemin grinned and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, you are. Order us dinner?” He asked, reaching over and grabbing Minho’s phone. He held it up, making his best pouty face.
Minho sighed deeply and rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “You’re insufferable.”
“I’m tired.”
“Says the guy who just made me come a million times.”
“Only four,” Taemin argued. “I mean, if you’d rather me get dinner myself…” He moved to stand. Minho grabbed his wrist, pulling him back down. 
“Don’t you dare. I’ll order. What do you want?” 
Taemin’s grin was broad, knowing he’d won. “I’ll let you pick. You know what I like.”
Minho nodded, scrolling through his phone to place the order as Taemin snuggled back up to his side. Their relationship may not have been the most conventional but certainly was as far from boring as they could be, and Minho wouldn’t change it for anything. 
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