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How Stochastic Terrorism Uses Disgust to Incite Violence
In my new book Flush, I describe how psychologists have come to view disgust as a kind of behavioral immune system that helps us avoid harm. Whether in response to feces or rats, disgust triggers an aversion to things that can make us physically sick. The emotion has a darker side, however: in excess, it can be weaponized against people.
Propagandists have fomented disgust to dehumanize Jewish people as vermin; Black people as subhuman apes; Indigenous people as âsavagesâ; immigrants as âanimalsâ unworthy of protection; and members of the LGBTQ community as sexual deviants and âpredatorsâ who prey upon children.
Our key finding is that, across the different dimensions, hate seems most distinct from dislike and anger, somewhat less distinct from contempt, and least distinct from disgust.
disgust as morality is a tool of dehumanization and alienation. it turns people into refuse: garbage, scum, feces. in reviews of "The Picture of Dorian Gray," disgusted readers referred to the subject matter as "mephitic with the odour of moral and spiritual putrefaction"âbecause of, among other things, the same-sex desire expressed in the text.
and what do you do with trash? you take it out. because disgusting things need to be eliminated.
disgust as morality is the weapon that gets turned against people to justify every kind of cruelty done to them. because you're not hurting a person, right? you're just kicking around a garbage bin. you're just burning the trash.
Disgust has absolutely no ethical weight. If you are basing your ethical positions on the emotion of disgust you should stop, it is entirely unjustified and leads to a huge amount of harm.
#this is related to 'degeneration' theory by the way#we CANNOT be calling people degenerates#degeneration theory was invented to justify the atlantic slave trade#it was used against the irish to justify colonization and starvation#it was used to criminalize homosexuality#to abuse and mistreat people with disabilities#to say that criminals were 'a degenerate breed'#fallen off from the purer (white upperclass anglo) form of humanity#as if pickpocket orphans were born that way and not desperate children trying to survive in a system that gave them no options#disgust is not the basis of a morality#it is an important emotion that can teach us helpful things! you must listen to what it's telling you!#but you can't listen to it uncritically as if it's a moral truth#as morality it just lets you justify doing things that you couldn't justify doing to someone you saw as a human being
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OH I figured out the missing piece. It's 144000 unique souls going around again and again until they make the jigsaw together. And the problem is that the jigsaw itself needs to be created in linear time but the incarnations along the way are non-linear, but it's really hard to tell the difference between people who have actually spotted a new part of the jigsaw and people who just think they have.
And early on, it was better to have a few groups of... I'm going to call them unenlightened, not in a bad way but every one of the 144000 has to go through a lot of unenlightened incarnations to get to their single enlightened one, and not every enlightened soul needs to actually pass on a message about the jigsaw but if they do it should be in the lifetime when they achieve enlightenment, not the lifetimes before or after.
Some people get most of the way out of the cocoon and they get bits and pieces of their enlightened self's knowledge. But 144000 souls is still a lot of souls; and the number of lifetimes required to achieve enlightenment is a lot. That's why there are so many people alive now. People were afraid that the world wouldn't be able to sustain them, and so they hoarded their wealth. But we can begin to gradually reduce our numbers, because there have been almost enough people alive ever for all 144000 unique souls to hatch. (Thank you, Andy Weir!)
You don't need to be fruitful and multiply any more. Every child a wanted child. There is enough on Earth now for everyone to have their needs satisfied, and most people to have their wants met, but we need to change the structure from one that tolerates survival to one that promotes thriving. That's the mark scheme. That's how we pass or fail.
Stop forcing women to be pregnant against their will. We have enough lives to go around. Stop insisting that sex should only happen for the sake of procreation. Sex should only happen as an expression of mutual love (OF ANY FORM OR LEVEL OF HONEST COMMITMENT, BUT NOTE THE WORD MUTUAL AND THAT LOVE WITH A LARGE DEGREE OF POWER IMBALANCE CANNOT INCLUDE SEX AND STILL COUNT AS MUTUAL). Masturbation is only a problem if you're using it as a crutch or an excuse for treating other people like objects. Orgasms aren't sinful; degrading fantasies and porn that relies on constrained consent are. Gender is a social construct; it doesn't need to be a cage, but only if you stop insisting you're the only one with the key. If you say you're trapped in a cage, but you also say that you get to decide who is in the cage, you are definitely lying to someone. Might be yourself, might be other people, might be both.
Okay. That's my testament finished for now. I think I'm ready to start grading.
Also please stop going around to other people who are working on different parts of the jigsaw and tearing their pieces apart because it doesn't look like your bit. You are meant to be shepherds, not bandits.
#all you who labour#come to me#and i will give you rest#the ones who were already resting are the bad shepherds#in case you're still unsure#michael moorcock wrote about an end of the world where nobody was ever born or died#it scared me so much and i didn't understand why#it's because we will never be so limited#but someday each lifetime will be like a day in a longer lifetime#we will not fear the night because we will know that we shall awaken anew in the morning#and even the worst days will end#and will lead us to our best days#to the kingdom of god#when every person alive at that time is enlightened#some of them will know themselves#their mycelial network#but they will do no harm#because communication and kindness are key#i am not a child#i am not afraid to sleep#but i will be incredibly pissed off if you knock out my loved ones just because you don't like my message#and if you kill me#well#you cannot kill me in any way that matters#i am awake#i am woke#but i am not a tame lion#hear me roar#if you want to know why jesus got to knock over tables and i didn't#he was the son of God but he was also a child
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The Traveller
So Chants of Sennaar is a good game-
#chants of sennaar#cos traveller#traveller sennaar#fanart#chants of sennaar spoilers#sennaar#art#character portrait#support small artists#tower of babel#hiiii these are custom glyphs based on how I think each floor might come to refer to the traveller#devotees is a combo of [person] and [up/great] as the traveller helped them to open the doors and ascend#warriors is [person] and [go/pass] as the traveller filtered through their ranks without trace#bards is [freedom] with their lil [person] signifier loop on the bottom as the traveller brought both the serfs and the upperclass bards#their own kinds of freedom#the alchemists is a mix of [specific person] and [open] as the traveller opened their fairy door#and the anchorites#extra spoiler warning just in case#the anchorites is a combination of [key] and [talk] - because they made the traveller to unlock the closed off communication between#the peoples of the tower#PLUS it looks like the ...#what are we calling the god/duty/beauty/transformation/exile glyph yall#the connection glyph?#thatll do
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tags on krakenartificer's post about a leverage au where nate enters the priesthood but ends up running cons for people who come to him for help anyway:
#now i need a crossover episode of catholic priest nate who's still running leverage style shenanigans #with father brown [via @trivalentlinks]
thank you for making me stare at the wall in fascination and horror about this crossover
they'd be occasional allies occasional confidantes they'd go behind each other's backs once or twice and only kinda regret it. This nate hasn't gone through the same loss as in canon, but that wouldn't make him a whole lot softer, so he'd be fundamentally irritated with father brown - his tested and unshakeable belief and his optimism about the human condition - and father brown would be generally concerned about everyone on nate's end, and nate not the least of it. They'd play chess together and be fairly well-matched. They'd visit each other's confessionals to check in.
we'd get some interesting acknowledgement of father brown's "I'm nice and simple and harmless" grift (which I could also call power negativity) which is only kind of a grift because he really is that nice and harmless beneath, except that he uses it to get information from people.
flambeau would be utterly thrilled and (playfully?) insulted not to be father brown's only criminal associate.
the leverage crew would be correctly suspicious of flambeau, I think, but sophie would greet him by name - possibly with a kiss to the cheek, possibly eyeing him like he's a viper in their midst - and reference some very improbable occasion when they were after the same prize. He mentions she was using a different name then; he doesn't say what it was. Bonus points if he also had his eye on the dagger in the Rashomon Job but had the flu / was unexpectedly in prison / had to attend a grandmother's funeral at the time.
I have this certainty in my mind that the leverage crew would be largely dismissive of sid's abilities and he'd kind of snort and roll his eyes about it - he's at worst a common criminal and very lower class, so he's used to being understimated - and surprise them with his connections or lock-picking or holding his own in a brawl or fixing an elderly car in the quickest dirtiest way imaginable. (Parker would decide she likes him then; the others would be reassured after seeing how gentle he is when talking with her.) He'd also nope out of leverage's business at a sensible time, because father brown's rubbed off on him and he doesn't actually want that kind of danger - unless the con's personal.
(I'm not sure whether to set this in leverage time or drag it back to father brown's 1950s so I'm settling for mashing the two together and pretending it's not an issue. See also: geography.)
⊠father brown would have I think one harrowing conversation with eliot where they mention their time in the military, the marks that killing people and losing people leaves on a person - father brown already does this in canon, tells someone it's unfair that they're mired in trauma and alcoholism when he found his faith through trauma instead, it floored me - and after brushing on repentance and god here, he wouldn't bring it up with eliot again. (I think father brown varies on this in canon, frankly, but he often respects that kind of boundary, and I think he'd recognise a wound so sore it should be left to heal however it can.)
(yes I'm playing with fictional priests like barbie dolls but no I'm not comfortable with the conversion aspects, so apologies and bear with me while I skate on past that.)
(he'd describe eliot as a good person, once, or as someone working very hard at it. Eliot would be on edge about that for the entire con, finding a little too much uneasy satisfaction in getting to knock people out and play the bad guy - play at the simpler stuff he used to do. Sophie might catch father brown for a word about it; father brown wouldn't be that clumsy again.)
I think father brown and nate would both talk bunty out of getting involved in a joint kembleford-leverage operation except in the most innocent way possible. The problem is she actually would make a good getaway driver, and she's thrilled with the idea, but she's already had some run-ins with the press and the law and can't risk another; luckily she's better used as a distraction elsewhere.
and I'm sorry to do this, but I think lady felicia's husband would be a mark or potential mark at one point. It would be fraught.
(the main reason I haven't recommended father brown's heist episode (s7e10), aside from not having a background on the politics in it, is that it shows lady felicia as a victim and pulls the heist on her behalf. The show largely convinced me to ignore the messy reality of her and her husband's inherited wealth, but that episode made me kinda uncomfortable - which is a shame, because seeing these characters pull a heist was fucking great.)
mrs mccarthy would be used against her will or knowledge as a distraction while someone's pockets are picked. She isn't told until afterwards, and then only half by accident. She is, of course, horrified. Father brown was absolutely the one to suggest it in planning, but flambeau slips in mid-apology to smoothly take the blame.
I could in fact go on and this is in fact a problem.
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editing to continue:
I'm actually thinking that father brown might approach eliot from an ex-military angle and not a Religious Authority angle at all - eliot was raised protestant, after all, and it's an entirely different vibe. And I have to think eliot's guarded around father brown for the very fact that he's a priest and seems to mean it in a way that nate, I feel, wouldn't. So they may avoid the topic entirely, or as close to it as they can when brushing on, well, eliot's entire moral injury situation. Which is good news for me.
bunty would admire parker for being different and capable and getting up to exciting things, though would probably fail at any attempts at friendship until she thinks to ask what parker likes doing and ends up learning to pick pockets that evening. The second those two are around buildings tall enough to rappel down she's in danger. (The second parker can slip away at night she's giving the church a go; father brown gives her a look the night before and quietly warns her about the dodgy roof.)
mrs mccarthy decides fairly quickly that hardison is a very nice young man (his nana instincts are online and functional) even if he spends far too much time on the wretched computer. She's determined to feed him and half the time he's determined to find ways to politely refuse, though the strawberry scones are actually pretty good.
she's appalled by eliot's job, and fiercely territorial of her kitchen when he offers help, even just cleaning up, but once she's seen him get in the way of trouble she's absolutely catching his arm and half hiding behind him in any crisis real or perceived. (She still doesn't approve of him.)
lady felicia sees hardison and eliot as two very different kinds of novelties and does some talking to hardison about tech (mostly listening and marveling) and some quietly ogling both of them, and especially eliot once she's seen him fighting. (Eliot unfortunately turned on his charm when he realised she sort of expected it. She doesn't get to chat with charming southern gents all that often - it's very shallow, and she's not serious about it.)
thank goodness bunty's too young for eliot so I don't have to go there. He has to tuck her out of sight in a barn at some point when trouble's headed their way; when the mess is almost cleaned up and she's grabbed a rifle from somewhere to tell the the remaining goon to clear off, with every appearance of competence, eliot takes it from her and disarms it with a smear of blood under his nose and a slightly betrayed expression.
hardison and sid get along, aside from a little initial insecurity on the parker front, and get to bitch a bit about flambeau, who hardison mistrusts from the start.
flambeau... he admires parker, from a distance - professionally and not very effusively - but after he watches her work for a while he seems to realise who she was trained by, and tells her as much. He says he was too, for a very short time, and it's unclear if he'd gain anything from making it up. Says that he and archie had a difference of opinion - and has a way of saying it that implies there might have been fire involved.
#hello. hi. sorry folks. I do in fact recommend father brown (the bbc show) SO LONG AS#you're aware of and comfortable with the fact that he IS a catholic priest.#messy show kind show I had the flu when I fell in love with it#flambeau and sophie would communicate in ways the other characters wouldn't understand and low key flirt like it's breathing#both nate and lady felicia would be jealous and have to DEAL with the fact that they're jealous#this is going to end with nate leaving the priesthood to get to know sophie and run cons with the team isn't it#with father brown's blessing-and-cautions-and-please-stay-in-touch (which he obviously does)#father brown#leverage#orig#this is a separate post to spare the previous OP because I got a bit carried away#and trivalent sorry for referencing characters you don't really know yet!! this just sort of Happened I'm as surprised as you are#can I make this make sense enough to fit one episode's worth of story. maybe.#it would in fact be concerningly plausible to write a modern day fic with a small english village that's apparently stuck in the 1950s#my head's in my hands about this country tbh#catholicism cw#christianity cw#this post may self-destruct after a while we'll see
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I was walking out of the Walmart today, and a car passed me, and I got this incredibly vivid impression. It wasn't really in words, but if I had to put it into words, the two key points would be
a). I needed to watch that car and
b). That I needed to be careful, because the driver of the car was a massive bitch.
It kind of took me by surprise, because I really had no reason to be beefing with that car, and I also hadn't really had an impression like that since I was religious, which was in my teen years. Right? It'd been a decade since I had a little voice whisper in my ear, and I'd basically written it off as nonsense.
Anyway, I watched the car, because The Spirits or whatever were very insistent that I did. Car drove fine, went into the parking spot, inched forward, and right when it should've just stopped, the driver gunned it for some reason and it ran into the curb and cracked its bumper.
So, the driver got out, and she went to the front of the car to check that yes, she had cracked her bumper, and then she turned to look at me. The parking lot wasn't empty, but we were the only two people standing in that row, and I'd probably been staring at her for tenish seconds now.
She demanded very angrily to know why I hadn't warned her of the curb. And I could have said I didn't know you were about to gun it or is it my job to help every stranger park, or even could you have even heard me, inside your car?
And all of those would have been fine, but I was really, really busy digesting that I had somehow communed with Mormon Jesus again for the first time in fifteen years, and that the communion had mostly been there to let me watch someone park badly (?), so what I responded with was:
"Because it was foretold."
And I can't tell which would be funnier, if she went silent because there's not much to be said to that, or if she went silent because in Utah, she might actually believe me, but we parted ways without more words.
I'm still kind of digesting this myself, actually.
#Mormon Jesus really wanted me to watch someone crack their bumper?#It was kind of funny to watch#like if this is gods apology i guess i can take it#a decade and a half of radio silence between former highschool friends and then one sends the other a shitpost#and maybe the friendship isnt fixed but its a channel you know?#at least we're talking again#would that all my stupid mistakes could be divine shitposts#amen#Babylon-Lore
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Very soon I'll reinforce the aspect of reciprocity and act accordingly based on some perceptions since the beginning of the year. Despite my tiredness and that I'm dying to finish the training, I learned a few things about myself and one of the things I need to be more strict about is the appreciation for the things I do. That being said, my activity should return to relative normalcy soon and I want to be back officially with something I always struggle with.
#despite my well-earned pride for my academics#I didn't have much esteem for what I did#so seeing and listening from others about how I fare#made me kind of have a change of view#and some things should change here too#even though they're already in the guidelines#which mainly will revolve around some clean-up#without communication this can't go on in an environment#where communication is key#so I'll review my past interactions with peeps#and if this aspect fails and it happens to not be#because I didn't try#then sadly it'll have to end there#I still have that interaction call#that I'll reblog after this#so of course it goes without saying#that I'll be the one approaching where it's due#but if it already happened and the result wasn't as it should be#mainly to go /somewhere/#then some measures must be taken
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think my greatest problem as a leader is that I truly do not get it when people don't have their shit together
like "I'm under stress and need a break?" just say it. simple sentence. "I don't understand what's going on?" say it. got a deadline? do it now. brain not letting you? tell someone in charge what would work for you to get this thing done.
I get that people are scared of authority but truly the people in authority 99% of the time want to make choices based on adequate information and they want you to be ok, if only so they can keep using you for their projects
like the anarchist deconstruction of authority is that leadership is a brain disease where most people don't consider the needs of the group. I think forcing everyone to consider group needs is an efficiency issue, which is where administrative positions come in. but neither model works without communication and fear is inherently anti-communication. face your damn fear. and trust your administrator will at least try to accomodate you.
#I think this comes down to the need to feel respected that people im positions of authority often get#which is honestly pretty reasonable because they have more information and sometimes people need to just default to trusting them#in high intensity situations particularly#the key (which I did not learn easily) is that other people still may have information the leader doesn't - they just aren't communicating#because they think they see the whole picture and don't#or they don't know what parts of the picture the leader has#anyway this is why repeated information is holy and patronization is a lie#a group is kind of like an organism that tries to act as one to get sommat done#to act as one you must think as one#or#use the model of the body and have the brain tell the rest of the body what to do based on prime directives (slightly slower)#but by god don't make each part solo#what a ramble. good night everyone.
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This is not an exaggeration, Iâm crying like a baby :â). This is one of the most beautiful stories Iâve ever read!
"You try not to beam when he visibly freezes, eyes widening with his spoon held in his mouth.
Slowly, Shouto starts to chew. He makes a happy little hum. Three words crossed your mind, travelled down to your heart and diffused throughout your body. You feel them restless in the tips of your fingers. You don't say them."
This passage right here shifted something inside of me, I had to put my phone down for a second to gather my thoughts. Itâs just this moment of pure intimate domesticity between them & itâs like youâre right there with reader when she comes to terms with her feelings & idk this is just the most perfect scene to me đ„ș
TO BUILD A HOME â TODOROKI SHOUTO
synopsis: todoroki shouto is the ideal roommate. he is tidy, quiet, considerate, and one of your dearest friends. you almost wished he were a tactless slob. it would certainly make navigating your feelings for him easier.
tags: GN reader, friends to lovers, pro hero shouto, quirk support engineer reader, living together (and they were roommates!), mutual pining, fluff, alcohol, other character interactions, domesticity, jealous shouto, a little angst, minor oc, love confessions, making out + frottage
wc: 14K+
Shoutoâs home strikes a dissonant note with you.
Youâre a statuesque centrepiece in his living room, staring out his tall standing windows, paneled wall to wall and making for a beautiful view of the city. Thereâs a soft shine to it, iridescent from corner to corner. A privacy film to block any view into the apartment from the outside, youâre guessing.
Despite your closeness youâve never had reason to visit until now. Thereâs far too much space for one man, you think. Jarringly, itâs as if youâve stepped into a studio display. A picture perfect bachelor padâ but really, what bachelor pad needed three family sized bedrooms?
It feels awfully lonely.
Shouto heaves the last of your boxes onto the kitchen island with ease. The muscles in his arms flex under his loose shirt, fabric briefly tightening. Unfair, you think. He hasnât even broken a sweat.
Back straightening, you watch Shouto roll back his shoulder and rub at the joint. The movement causes the hem to lift and flash a pale swath of skin, his shorts hung low on his hips. The weight in your arms is somehow heavier with his eyes turned onto you.
âYou can set it down,â he says, his tone full of warm mirth. The disbelief must be written plain on your face. Your fingers tighten on the corners as he walks over. Tilting his head, the red strands that have been haphazardly pushed back into white slip over his forehead. You watch his gaze dart over the label scribbled onto the card that reads âtoiletriesâ.
âI know. Iâm justâŠâ your jaw shifts and you swallow, a frown etched into your brow. âI donât know. Got a little lost in my thoughtsâ.
âFeel free to change whatever you like,â his mouth curls into a small smile, scar wrinkling by his eye. You are taken by just how happy he looks to have you here. Shouto seemed the type to appreciate his own space. âI want you to be comfortableâ.
âWhatever I like?â you echo teasingly, shucking the box up in your embrace and bumping his shoulder. âFamous last words. Maybe Iâll decide to renovate your other guest room into a mini workshopâ.
Shouto exhales a quiet laugh. The air around him is displaced by an ephemeral wave of heat that seeps through your sweater; it cools back to room temperature as quick as it came.
âI wouldnât oppose it,â he says, and your breath catches. Reaching to poke at the box, he adds, âDo you want me to help you unpack?â
You begin to shake your head. âNo, no. I can do all that, donât worry,â you demurred nervously.
âIt wouldnât be a problemâ.
Memories of all the things you managed to salvage in the wreck flicker across your mind's eye. Mugs and plates, a few clothes, oil stained tools and various other inappropriate things youâd rather die than have him accidentally discover.
But heâs staring at you like a restless puppy. You relent, âMaybe you can put away the kitchen stuff thenâ.
After Shouto retreats you are left adrift to navigate the narrow corridors. The room he directs you to has the biggest guest bed and it shares a wall with his own room. You shuffle in, processing your surroundings. Your linens are freshly washed, tucked in tight at the corners, and they smell like him.
You lower another box on top of the bed and sit by the headboard. The mattress yields. Admittedly it is much more comfortable than your old bed used to be. Soft, you sink into a foamy embrace, smoothing a hand over the matching pillowcases, then reaching up to the shared accent wall.
Reality has hardly set in for you yet. Itâs been four days since you lost your home, most of your earthly possessions along with it, and the life you had spent years building. The villain that managed to frisbee a car through your living room had been apprehended but not before destroying half the city block.
Shouto immediately volunteered his own place. You have been close friends for years now, having met during your second year at UA as a support course student. Youâd worked with Yaomomo on redesigning her costume for your portfolio and managed to worm your way into their quaint friend group.
Your initial crush on him all that time ago burgeoned into something youâre too anxious to put a name to. When he first suggested you live with him while the city fixed everything youâd wanted to refuse. So far lack of proximity has been your only saving grace.
But you really had nowhere else suitable to stay. A hotel would be too costly in the long run. Your other friends are scattered across different prefectures and those who are in the city are too far from work.
Shouto practically sparkled when you agreed, plucked right out of a shoujo manga.
You remember this as your fingers curled into a loose fist and gave the wall a quiet knock. All the tension accumulated in your shoulders relaxes at the dull sound. âAtleast it isnât thin,â you mused.
Thereâs a large closet adjacent to the bed, deep enough that you could crawl inside comfortably. Windows that stretch above your head and overlook the busy streets. You notice that same iridescent sheen, alongside a large blind connected to the control pad fixed by your doorway. They roll down as you fiddle and remind you of those old school projectors from the pre quirk era.
The walls are almost entirely bare. Your imagination drifts to the countless books and photo albums you managed to bring, envisioning them taking up the empty space. It makes you wonder what Shoutoâs room looks like. You squash that thought.
When you rejoin him he stands with his back to you, blades shifting under the material as he plays with a small round object held between his fingers. Closing the distance you realise it is one of your stress balls.
His expression is entirely relaxed, bright with a little child-like satisfaction. He pulls at the flexible rubber, rolling it under his thumbs, flattening in between his palms. Your novelty mugs are lined up in the open cupboard right beside his own, entirely forgotten.
As not to startle him you call out gently, âHeyâ.
Your voice stalls his movement. Shouto pivots and meets your eyes; they widen as you laugh, amused by his forced nonchalance. He clears his throat, âHi. Are you happy with the room?â
Humming an affirmative, you sidle up next to him and poke at the ball. âItâs fine, thank you. Nicer than my old placeâ.
Redirecting his attention to the ball, he squeezes it so hard the foamy rubber protrudes through the gaps in his fingers and lets go, smiling as it retains its original shape. âI liked your old apartment,â he murmurs. âIt suited youâ.
âBecause Iâm a mess, you mean?â drawn back into Shoutoâs orbit, you lean against his left side. He mirrors your weight until you are like two pillars braced against one another, standing uselessly in the middle of his obviously unused kitchen. Your heart aches recalling all those nights he spent at the agency doing unnecessary overtime. Maybe he just hadnât wanted to come back here.
âNo,â Shouto huffs lightly, passing the ball hand to hand. He doesnât elaborate. Instead he bumps you with his hip, âCome with me. Iâll give you a tour so you know where everything isâ.
You are guided back to the genkan; itâs gorgeous, modernised with a calligraphy feature wall that breaks up the light colours. There is a narrow door leading to a coat room and two white cabinets under a granite countertop housing a small decorative bowl painted in Dekuâs colours. Inside are your keys and his, the chains entangled.
Very quickly you realise Shouto doesnât even know where âeverythingâ is. He opens the cupboard doors hesitantly, in a way that suggests he had no idea what is in them. One filled by his shoes and slippers, the other left empty.
The coat closet holds a few jackets you only ever see him wear in winter. He pinches the waterproof puffy sleeve between finger and thumb with a curious sound. Quietly, âI forgot that I had thisâ.
âYou wore it once and Bakugo said you looked like an ugly toasted marshmallowâ.
âThatâs right,â a smirk pulls at his lips, mouth thin to restrain his laughter. You dip your chin to hide how infectious it is. âHe hated it. Maybe I should take it with me tomorrow and wear it around the agencyâ.
âPlease donât. Heâs coming to see me later in the day and I need him in a good moodâ.
Shouto glances at you from the corner of his eye, sunlight reflecting through the blue iris. You would recognise that air of mischief anywhere. âI mean it, Shouto!â
âThe day after, thenâ.
ïżœïżœïżœAs long as Iâm not in the line of fire,â you snort, itching absentmindedly at your forearm where the skin feels tender. Probably bruising after carrying everything up. âAntagonising Pro Heroes should be listed as a hobby on your wiki pageâ.
You fall in line with his footsteps once more and keep pace until he stops by another door. Thereâs a laundry room and a separate toilet by the genkan, first door to the right. Upon opening the door the white toilet lid lifts.
You gasp and clutch his bicep, far too excitable to register how firm it is. âYou never told me you have a happy toilet. What the hell, Shouto?â
Still nestled in his palm, you notice Shouto squeezes the stress ball until the foam is straining under the stretchy skin but you say nothing of it. He swallows and echoes your words, âA happy toilet?â
âYeah, âcause it's happy to see you! Isnât it cute?â
He turns with his cheek between his teeth, exhaling a warm puff of air through his nose. âYeah,â Shouto rasps. âItâs cuteâ.
The entrance leads to a hallway, opening at the end to an open plan living area and kitchen. A black and white palette, dark stained wood flooring from room to room. You stand by and watch fondly as he opens every half empty drawer. The sectional couch is a welcome splash of colourâ deep royal blue, huge, L shaped and plush, facing a 60 inch TV held up by a cabinet with a few books and photographs inside.
You toe at the fluffy grey rug laid out under the coffee table. His place is spectacular, sure, but it isnât Shouto. While left unspoken it seemed you both knew that. Thereâs an abashed pinch to his expression thatâs endearing, yet sad; you thought he might be embarrassed by how threadbare his home life appeared to be.
âYou ever use that thing?â you ask, pointing to the TV. Predictably, Shouto shakes his head.
âNot very much. These days it feels like I only come here to sleep,â he leans over to pick up the remote from between the cushions and balances it on the arm of the couch. âEvery few months Uraraka and Midoriya will visit to order food and watch movies with me. You can use it whenever you wantâ.
The bathroom is opposite your bedroom doors. He taps his own in passing but does not open it. You step into a bright, white tiled room with a double vanity sink and murmur in awe. Above are ceiling lights that give a soft glow, giving it a warm toned hue. Behind a glass door is a bowl shaped bathtub, big enough to fit two.
âDamnâŠâ you whisper, running your fingers over the control pad connected to the tub. Thereâs a big bath cover propped by the wall. âA sauna button, too?â
âNot that I need it,â he muses, standing by the doorway, hands loosely interlocked as he observes you navigating his space. Intuitively, you get the sense that this is the beginning of a true paradigm shift. His offer had been the fork in the road and your agreement took you down a path soon to be irreversible.
You could survive seeing him at work or out with the mutual friends you shared. Youâre not sure how youâll weather the domesticity that comes with living together.
The reflection in the mirror shifts awkwardly and you grimace at how hard youâre trying to act like a normal human being. This is just Shouto: your good friend and longtime supporter. Just the man you might possibly be in love with.
âWe should probably talk about ground rules and stuff,â you begin, hoping itâll wipe that gentle look off his face before you say something stupid.
âGround rules?â Shouto pushes off from the door frame with his back straight. He tilts his head, sight following you closely as you scoot past him back into the hallway.
âLike a chore rota and stuff. Rules so we can live in harmony or something. And you still need to let me know how much Iâm paying youâ.
âBut I donât want you toâ.
You pause mid step and turn to stare at him in soft incredulity. âWhy not? Itâs only right I contributeâ.
Steadfast, he holds your gaze and bluntly says, âI have a higher income than you. Thereâs no need for you to pay me rentâ.
âWay to rub it inâ.
âI didnât mean it like that,â you laugh at the rare wobble to his voice and knock your hands together as a sign of forgiveness. His eyes squint into a smile. âIt just feels unfair for me to ask that of youâ.
The hallway falls dim as clouds gather, casting shadows that make the private bubble youâre in seem that much smaller. âBut I want to,â you reassured him. âCome onâ forty percent?â
âThirtyâ.
You hold out three fingers up on the right and five on the left. You try again, âThirty five?â
âThirty,â he doubles down, covering the entirety of your left hand with his own. You feel his thumb skim your inner wrist and your resolve breaks.
ââŠFineâ.
Shouto grins boyishly and you do not acknowledge the flutter in your stomach.
The first few days are cautious despite your desire to behave as normal. At night you found yourself acutely aware of Shoutoâs presence behind the bedroom wall. Your senses latched onto every muted bump and creak; the quiet drew thoughts you so valiantly avoided the surface and you could do nothing besides parse through them.
It made sleeping difficult.
Youâd wondered if Shouto was having the same issue but the drowsy gait and hair plastered to one side of his head only ever spoke of a good night's rest. He wears loose silk pyjama pants to bed, low on his hips and an inch or so longer at the leg so they always caught under his heel as he walked.
Seeing him relaxed and fumbling like a fawn before his morning tea felt as if a big star was fizzing in your chest. Itâs strange, in a tentative way, not an uncomfortable one.
The dust settles and a chore rota is scribbled out on a white board and pinned to the refrigerator with a worn All Might magnet. Your hours are less hectic so you offered to do the weekly shopping. Shouto volunteers for the laundryâ his sister set the machines up for him when he first moved and he hasnât moved the dials sinceâ and taking out the garbage. Together you build a precariously clumsy peace, a mimicry of home.
Things started to change.
A kaleidoscope can take on an entirely new pattern with just the subtle turn of the lense. Weeks lapse. You stopped asking for permission and he no longer sought reassurance that you were happy. Existing parallel to one another, your lives fit seamlessly, though not without effort.
Youâve never known him to be a tactile type of guyâ back when you rushed to hug him at graduation heâd brandished his diploma like a weapon before noticing it was you. Now, Shouto playfully hip checks you in the kitchen, he sits closer than he needs to on the couch and texts you at random throughout the day. He brings you a treat if his route overlaps your commute, keeping it hot in his left hand. He even greets you by the door on the rare occasion he finishes a shift first.
Your heart is fatter than ever and you arenât quite sure what to do with it or where to put it down. After the city has rebuilt your apartment block and deemed it safe youâll be returning to a normal you donât recognise anymore.
Youâre finalising the upgrade for Dynamiteâs summer gauntlets when your phone buzzes on your bench. The vibration carries it closer to the edge and you scoop it up before the inevitable fall, cursing at the oil smeared around the case. The screen lights up.
shouto : 1 minute ago
Thereâs an image attached with no explanation. You are met with the open skyline, dense clouds of every shape and size dotted across a blue canvas. Shoutoâs arm is in the shot, finger pointed towards one cloud in particular.
You squint at it. Zoom in on your phone, tilt it to the side, flip it in the editor and outline itâ and nothing rings a bell. Itâs a white blob.Â
Another notification drops down at the top of your screen. You wipe your hand against your overalls and open it.Â
shouto : just nowÂ
ăŸ(=^ă»ïœȘă»^)
Your nose wrinkles as you glance back to the photo. Granted, it does have two pointed edges that could be interpreted as cat ears if you squinted. Maybe. This isnât new â he burned his toast three days ago and took a picture simply because it looked vaguely feline.Â
you : deliveredÂ
arenât u supposed to be on patrol?Â
The message turns to âreadâ quicker than expected. You panic and click off the conversation, setting the phone face up on your workbench and reading from your locked screen. Lately, despite living together and seeing one another every day, Shouto seems to have more to say to you than ever.Â
shouto : just now
Divine intervention. We should get a cat.Â
The use of âweâ pings around your head like a pinball. Ever since the initial dubitation smoothed out he's become much more flippant about thingsâ treating your situation as though it were permanent.Â
An intern shuffles into the workshop with a thick binder. Not one of yours, you realise. One of Meiâs. They blink curiously as your phone buzzes again, loud where it clatters on the hard surface, and you bite down on your inner cheek, hard, keeping your feelings at bay.Â
When handed the papers you breathe in recognition. Theyâve been coordinated into two groups, and youâd know that logo anywhere. âThe costume applications for the upcoming UA students! I wondered why they hadnât come in yetâ.Â
âYes, for 1A and 1B. Hatsume-san said these ended up on her desk,â they said, gesticulating nervously, âand that Iâ I should give them to you?â
âWell If not for you Iâm sure these wouldâve ended up buried under all her discarded prototypes,â you demurred, offering what you hoped was a reassuring smile. âThank youâ.Â
Abruptly, your phone gives another violent jerk and disrupts the moment. The intern squeaks, rigidity returning to her posture, and scurries out with a rushed goodbye. You sink into your arms, forehead pressed to the cool metal. Surely you arenât that scary.
Turning the screen, you read the texts and sigh fondly. Â
shouto : 4 minutes ago
An older cat would be nice.Â
shouto : just now
Should we order tonight?Â
My treat.Â
Your gaze lifts to find the time at the top of the screen. It blinks back at you, the hour changing. Not long until you can head out.Â
you : deliveredÂ
it isnât a treat for me if itâs more cold soba. give me variety or give me death (àžàČ _àČ )àž
The cursor flickers. Your thumb hovers over the keyboard, hesitating on the final letter. Something so minor that feels bigger than it has any right to be.Â
âStop being ridiculous,â you mutter, sending it before your mind can change.Â
you : readÂ
be safe ok? Iâll see you at home.Â
When he doesnât reply you figure heâs returned to his job, thus you return to yours.Â
Dynamite was once again trusting you with his gear. Bakugo had been extraordinarily protective over his initial design in highschool. Great bulbous things strapped to each wrist, grenade-like appearance, so big that his arms became pendulous and swung away from his body as he walked. The shoulder strain was immense.Â
You fought tooth and nail to get him to accept your adjustments. Now every summer you remodelled the gauntlets to be lighter and ventilated, and in winter you added in insulation and flexibility.Â
Respectively, the gauntlets still weigh a lot without additional stored nitroglycerin. You lift, bending at the knees and groaning as you lower them both down into a protective case, slotting into foam padding for protection. No doubt theyâd end up rough on the first day but you still wanted them to arrive without a scratch.Â
Evening draws near. Closing the lid, it gives a satisfying click. You fiddle with the lock pad and calibrate it to open only for Bakugoâs thumb print before lugging the case to the built-in vault in your workshop, where itâll be kept over the weekend.Â
Meiâs lab is directly opposite your own. Despite the dense soundproofing and reinforced steel concrete the jarring screech of a saw echoes throughout the hallway. You press your hand to the towering door, muscle fibres wracked by vibrations. Bidding her goodbye would be futileâ sheâs been working on a new patent for months now. The rest of the world fell away when she got like this.Â
Heading through to the main lobby, you greet those passing by with a nod, exchanging hurried words. It was always as though time didnât exist here. People worked all hours, any hours. Flexibility was a point of pride for your company, and seeing someone eat breakfast after midnight wasnât uncommon.Â
You preferred a regular schedule. Routine keeps you moderately sane. A cool breeze gusts through the sliding doors as you duck into the street; you hiss at the immediate change in temperature. Patting down your coat pockets you dig out your phone, sending a one-handed text to Shouto while you slip in your earbuds.Â
Cacophonous bustling of the streets now muffled, you scroll through a playlist and click at random. An upbeat melody carries you to the station, scooting through the throngs of people and tapping your card at the barriers.Â
You pick up the pace, scurrying onto the train right before the doors close. A stranger glares, looking over your dishevelled state with judgement. You find a narrow corner, left standing on the far end of the carriage, squashed up against the window to make room for other passengers.Â
Conscious about the volume. you turned down your music a tad and sank into the confines of your coat. Shoutoâs apartment is miraculously closer than your old one, meaning the commute is much shorter, and your time spent in bed is much longer. Three stops pass and the sky begins to bruise. Purple hues blend gently into red, the sun a fiery hearth on the seam of the horizon that blinks abruptly between the passing buildings.Â
When you reach home Shouto still hasnât texted back. You bend to arrange your shoes, coat hung beside his terrible winter puffer. The floor is cold under socked feet, pottering through to the living room in search of the TV remote.Â
You flinch as the newscaster's voice blurts out of the speakers. Shouto must have left it on the news channel this morning. Watching the scene unfold on the screen you feel your heart climb your throat.Â
Shouto is a heroâ a number of your friends are. Villain fights are not only inevitable, theyâre a requirement. The truth of it doesnât make reality any easier to swallow. Uravity is a welcome sight. Sheâs fighting diligently alongside Shouto, up against multiple villains seemingly working in tandem to destroy the area.Â
You always thought villains were a good example of how versatile and powerful even the most innocuous quirks can be. Topspin can morph their limbs into a whirling top, and with years of training has gained the ability to form small tornados using momentum. Another you recognise is Cryo, a woman capable of making her body intangible similarly to Lemillionâ though she is able to freeze you temporarily if she phases through your body.Â
There are others, too. Criminals you donât recognise. Itâs been a long time since a big group tried to organise in this manner. You worry at your lip, bracing against the back of the couch for support. What you find most concerning is they donât seem to have a goal. Just mass destruction, plain and simple.Â
âCome on,â you think anxiously, nails digging into the cushion as you watch Shouto brace a falling building with his ice, creating an emergency slide for those left inside to escape. Youâve always marvelled at his parallel processing skillsâ Deku, too. Their thoughts must be running a million miles a second.Â
The cameras switch to highlight the other heroes and you realise youâve been holding your breath. You exhale, physically deflating, feeling the weight of your phone in your pants pocket. Clean up would take a while once the battle is won; curry night is off the table.Â
Thatâs fine. You could forgive it as long as he came back in one piece.Â
Evening sinks into night. Shouto comes home after youâve retired to your bed, though you arenât asleep yet; you took to staring at the ceiling, waiting for a call from the hospital that you hoped wouldnât come.Â
The distant sound of his boots hitting the floor has relief flooding through your system. You strain to listen as he makes his way through the apartment, deliberately quiet. You hear him head straight to the bathroom. The echo of running water muffles after the door closes with a soft click.Â
You check your phone once more, scanning over the recent updates and not finding much. You consider leaving him alone. Villain fights are hard on the body and the heart. Shouto likes space to process things before he speaks on them, and so you don't want to overstep.Â
That sentiment dissipates steadily. Five minute intervals that feel like hours. Shouto is in the bathroom for a long, long time. You are seated on the edge of your bed with the covers pulled back when he finally comes out.Â
Warm light streams beneath your doorway. Muscles clenched, you darenât move an inch as a stretch of shadow moves across. Shouto stands outside your room and you stare, silently urging him to knock and give you an excuse.Â
After a beat, Shouto turns away. He flicks off the bathroom light and shuffles down the hallway, away from his own bedroom. Your feet tentatively touch the floor and you slide off the bed with hands held out, careful not to knock into any furniture on the way.Â
Goose pimples raise across your forearms. Youâre in sleep shorts and a ratty old shirt on a cool spring night. No wind and no clouds, the moon hung high and bright. You have never seen the city so eerily still at this hour.Â
The air always retains the warmth of his body for a while, and you feel it lingering when you step into the hallway.Â
Voice kept to a whisper, you softly called for him, âShouto?âÂ
You find him sitting in the middle of the couch. The blinds are up, moonlight flooding in. Shouto is a solid silhouette outlined in white.Â
âDid something happen?âÂ
The fight ended up dragging on for a while, so youâre in the dark. Details about casualties were steadily being released to news outlets as the heroes dug through the remaining rubble. Youâve yet to hear of any deaths, civilian or otherwise, which is a relief.Â
He lifts his head, âIâm fine. Sorry if I woke youâ.Â
âYou didnât,â Shoutoâs gaze follows as you shuffle towards him, footfalls loud on the hardwood floor. âAre you sure everythingâs okay?â
The silence is suffocating. Your vision adjusts to the darkness, stuck on the downturn of his mouth and pallid eyes. âWeâre friends right? Friends share their burdens,â you try again, awkwardness leaking out with every syllable. âIâm here for youâ.Â
He looks away. Thereâs a dark, disquieting bruise blooming on his jaw. Subconsciously, Shouto presses a finger onto the bruise and the blood beneath it recedes, paling and returning like the tide.Â
You donât sit too closeâ worried proximity might be suffocating. The couch arm is firm under you, feet propped on the seat cushion. Shouto wets his lips, as if to alleviate the gravity of his words.Â
âA group of school children were in the theatre when it collapsed,â he rasps. His hand curls into a tight fist, sparks of fire diminishing between his knuckles. âThey were young. No older than tenâ.Â
âYou blame yourselfâ.Â
Turning to you, light casts softly across half of his face, pooling in his left eye. âI was a second too late and nowââ he stops, the words caught in his throat.Â
âBecause of my mistakes those children are stuck with the traumatic memory of being trapped under all that rubble. I... I could hear them screamingâ.Â
You gulp and slide down onto the couch, guided by the urge to touch him, âHey. But you got them out safely, yeah? Theyâre okay, Shoutoâ.Â
His eyes crinkle a bit, if only a trick of your own, and you take it as permission to reach over. One by one you unfurl each finger, massaging your thumbs into his palm to smooth away the crescent marks.Â
âWe got them out,â he amends quietly, taking a brief pause to find the right words. You spend it appreciating the nicks in his skin, scars and rough edges, proof of his tenacity.
Shouto closes his hand around your own, staring dolefully at the point where your bodies meet. You see it for what it isâ a request for comfort â and your palms kiss as you realign your fingers, holding on tight.Â
âYou know what I think?âÂ
He hums, curiously peering up through his damp bangs.Â
âThose kids? They wonât just remember the bad stuff,â you smile, as tender as you feel, âI think theyâll remember how at ease they felt when Hero Shouto opened the way with his ice to save them. And now they know a hero will always comeâ.Â
The strain bleeds from his bones and his expression opens up in quiet wonderment. âReally?â he asks, his voice small, mouth finally curling. Your heart gives a squeeze.Â
âReally,â you affirm, knocking your knees together. Shoutoâs smile widens, chin tucking to hide it. âAre you hurt anywhere?âÂ
âNo. Just bruised up,â he says. An idea clicks into place.Â
âGood. Iâve got something we can do to make you feel better,â you scramble to your feet, weight shifting as Shoutoâs stare lingers on your bare legs. It feels as though the moon is casting a spotlight, and you resist the urge to pull your shorts down.Â
âWhat is it?âÂ
âMug cake!â you exclaim happily, bringing your hands together. Adding an afterthought, âand a movie, too. One you havenât seen yetâ.Â
Shouto tilts his head, amused, but stands with you all the same. You notice then that he's changed into a pair of sweatpants, cuffed at the ankles. The t-shirt heâs wearing has a Pinky logo branded across his chest in bubble font.Â
âMug cake?â he repeats.Â
âCake in a mug,â you ribbed, poking at him. You start toward the kitchen. âCome on, itâll only take like five minutes, tops!âÂ
âDo we have cake ingredients?â he muses, following close behind. You flick on the recessed light over the stove and root through the cupboards, trying to ignore the natural warmth of his body beside yours.Â
âWe have everything,â you insist. âI would know. I do the shopping, remember?âÂ
Hovering unnecessarily close by, Shouto leans back against the counter and observes you with fondness as you list off the ingredients under your breath. It shouldnât be so magnetisingâ you can feel something in your chest being drawn in, as though you were two unlike poles meant to come together.Â
Meeting his gaze, you look away and try to tame your giddiness. âQuit staring and find me two big mugsâ.Â
You breathe a little easier when he does as you ask. Two large ceramic mugs are placed on the counterâ a hideously priced vintage All Might mug gifted by Midoriya, another with cat ears on the rim and a tail curled into the handle.Â
âWill these do?â he murmurs. You startle at the closeness of his voice, nearly dropping the teaspoon in your hand.Â
âYeah,â you clear your throat. âYep. Thank youâ.
He nods, satisfied. âTell me what else to doâ.Â
You grab another teaspoon and hand it to him. The joy in his eyes gleams, so pleased at the opportunity to help. âFirst we need to put four teaspoons of flour and caster sugar in our mugs, then add two teaspoons of the cocoa powder. You follow?âÂ
Shouto mirrors each action, always glancing back to your movements to check he was doing so correctly. It is unbearably endearing.Â
âNow we add an egg in eachâ one sec,â the fridge light bursts through the dimly lit kitchen, and you squint, grabbing two eggs from the tray. You give him an egg. âNow crack it into the mug and stirâ.Â
Youâve ended up with the All Might mug. Using it is nerve wracking; all you can think of is how expensive it was, but the cat mug is Shoutoâs clear favourite. Gently, you tap the egg on the counter. A hairline fracture forms on the shell. You push your thumbs in, prying it apart over the mix, letting the whites drizzle.Â
Shouto is⊠faring well enough. Thereâs clear viscous liquid all over his fingers, and his shell is broken in three, but the yolk made it in.Â
You laugh quietly at his sheepish expression as you pass him some tissue. He wipes his hands, leaning to observe while you add three teaspoons of milk and vegetable oil. âWhere did you learn to make these?âÂ
âDuring my apprenticeship,â you admit. Graduation hadnât led to immediate incredible offers like it had for Shouto. You needed to get your foot in the door first, which meant working awful hours with shit pay and little recognition. âI was trying to save up back then, so I ate a lot of crap like thisâ.Â
âIâve never tried it,â he says, repeating the steps as you had shown him. Your fingers brush with a pass of the milk. âI wasnât allowed treats as a child so I guess I didnât develop much of a sweet toothâ.Â
âThatâs just like you,â you grin, tearing open the bag of chocolate chips and shaking them in his direction. âAlways gotta drop depressing lore in the middle of a nice momentâ.Â
The truth about the Todoroki family had been outed during your first year, right before the war. Itâs a subject Shouto can joke about now that time has mostly healed over those wounds. Granted, his relationship with his father was cautious at best, and his older brother was locked away in a private facility for a good few decades, but things were better.Â
âDid you hear me?â
You blink, startled out of your reverie, âWhat?â
âI said I have plenty more material but you zoned out,â Shouto raised a brow, dipping into the bag of chocolate chips and sprinkling them over his cake mix, âWhere did you go?â
âAhâŠâ you take his mug and set it beside yours inside the microwave, turning the dial to the two minute mark. âI was just thinking I kinda want to kick your dadâs assâ.Â
Your heart leaps. You will never be sick of Shoutoâs laugh; itâs like hearing his soul. The sound is rich and warm over the loud hum, glass plate turning, mixture bubbling.Â
âDonât worry about that,â the laughter tapers off into an affectionate murmur, body naturally leaning into you, âheâs been kicking himself for years nowâ.Â
âGoodâ!â the microwave pings, and your soul jumps out of your skin. âJesus. Why is it always so much louder at night?âÂ
The mugs are still hot. You press a kiss to your stinging fingertips and step aside; Shouto takes each cake out one at a time with this left hand wrapped around the mug. âShow off,â you pout.Â
A sweet aroma fills your senses. Theyâve risen well. You lightly scratch the top with your spoon, pleased by the firmness. âWe did pretty good,â you chirped.Â
âSmells good,â Shouto notes, cradling his mugcake to his chest as though something precious. âAre we watching a movie?â
âYeah. Letâs pick while itâs still hotâ.Â
You cast a fleeting look at the counter before you walk around the kitchen island, putting the minor mess to the back of your mind. Bouncing back onto the couch, you run your free hand down the cushions in search of the remote.Â
âWhereâs theââ Shouto sits to your right and passes it to you. âDid you pull that out of thin air?âÂ
âYes. I have a third quirk called âremembering where I put thingsâ,â he grins, dodging the half hearted swat you send his way. Â
âYouâre a real comedian. Just for that Iâm picking what I want to watchâ.Â
Infuriatingly, Shouto looks happy about that, âYou know what Iâd like anywayâ.Â
In the end you choose Ponyo because he had not yet watched itâ a fact you deemed criminal. You watch his expressions soften at the vibrant scenery, idly pushing the tip of his spoon into the cake. He scoops out a piece and brings it to his lips.Â
You try not to beam when he visibly freezes, eyes widening with his spoon held in his mouth. Slowly, Shouto starts to chew. He makes a happy little hum. Three words crossed your mind, travelled down to your heart and diffused throughout your body. You feel them restless in the tips of your fingers. You donât say them.Â
Only then do you let yourself eat yours. The spoon sinks into the sponge, a faint waft of heat bursting from the centre where the chocolate chips have melted. Itâs just the right side of fluffy.Â
Comfortable silence hung over your heads, masked under the clinking of your spoons against the mugs.Â
After the soft thud of an empty mug meeting the table, breaking through the quiet, Shouto speaks.Â
âBakugo mentioned you today,â he says. âAsked me to pass on a messageâ.Â
You hum to indicate that youâre listening. âHe said âhurry the fuck up or kiss my sponsorship goodbyeâ, verbatimâ.Â
âIâm not sure I like those words coming out of your mouth,â you laugh, shoulders shaking with it. Shouto tips his head back, lips twisted to hold laughter of his own. âWhat a bullshitterâ.Â
Bakugo liked working with you too much to pull out. Even if he didnât, the man was a hard nut to crack and refused to trust anyone else with his gear.Â
âAre you almost done? Working on his gauntlets, I meanâ.Â
âTheyâre finished,â you responded, cheek resting on the heel of your hand. Shouto repositions his hips, turning his body to face you in your periphery while you watch Sousuke and Ponyo eat ramen. âGood and ready for the summer. Now he wonât level half the city when he sneezesâ.Â
âThank you for your hard work,â comes his mirthful reply. âOh, and Uraraka says hello. She wants you to go to the get together tomorrow nightâ.Â
âYou know I havenât got a clue what youâre talking about, right?âÂ
He huffed a laugh through his nose. A soft sound that has satisfaction singing through your veins. âI wasnât planning on going so I forgot to mention itâ.Â
You run your tongue along your molars. Thereâs still a lingering chocolate taste. âYou arenât going to go?â you ask, tone trended downwards, plainly implying your disappointment. It wouldnât be so odd. While youâd befriended Momo and some of class B before ever meeting Shouto, youâre not sure you want to be there without him.Â
âI will go if you do,â he eyes the way your shoulders relax at that, attentive to a fault. âThey can pick on you instead of meâ.Â
You roll your eyes with exasperated affection and arms crossed over your middle. âTomorrow?â mhm. âIs it at that place Denki likes?â mhm. âThought it might be. Guess I can be your buffer for a few hoursâ.Â
âIâll let them know,â Shouto murmurs. Colour dances across his skin, shadows moving with the picture on the screen. Ponyo dunks her head into the depths alongside Sosuke and the room is suddenly awash with vibrant blue, and you witness an unwelcome epiphany cross his mind.Â
Stated like a huffy accusation, he says, âYou know, youâve worked on most of my friends gear, but never mineâ.Â
âYou never asked,â you reminded him. âAnd you had connections in my industry already because of your⊠Endeavor. But I wouldâa jumped at the chance to get rid of that first costume you designedâ.Â
Cheek pressed to the cushion, he smiles. âWhat, was the glacier too much?âÂ
âIt was so ugly Shouto,â you bemoan, leaning closer with your dramatic outburst. âThe worst part was it covered up half of your pretty face. Now thatâs just bad for brandingâ.
A soft intake of breath. Shoutoâs lips part and you are caught in his awestruck stare. His voice deepens as he asks, âYou think Iâm⊠pretty?âÂ
You swallow and muster up an easy grin, nudging his thigh with your foot. âEveryone thinks youâre pretty, you goofâ.Â
His eyes lower, pensive for a moment, and then flicker back to the movie. Ponyo is sleepy, and the boat has shrunk, and Sousuke has big tears rolling down his cheeks.Â
You canât help thinking it was the wrong thing to say.Â
Eventually the noise settles into static; the kind that makes the shadows seem a little darker, dense branches spreading across the ceilings and walls into a daunting canopy. You burrow into your hoodie, pulling the collar up over the bridge of your nose as Sosuke and Ponyo are reunited with his mother in a vast underwater paradise.Â
The earlier exchange weighs on you. Stealing a quick glance at Shouto, you feel your anxiety chip at the expression on his face. Somewhere there, beneath the scar tissue and laughter lines and eye bags, is a small boy watching in awe.Â
Neither of you speak until the film comes to an end. Your head bobs along to the final song, drawn into a bubble of nostalgia. Through the thick of it, you hear a whisper. Shouto says your name and thereâs barely any strength behind it, uncharacteristically timid. Blinking away the haze, your eyes adjust. You can see an inviting, wide open embrace, his left arm now outstretched, the intention clear.Â
Shouto looks right back. Your vision has sharpened enough to make out the small smile on his face. You crawl across the couch cushions and curl under his arm, turning your cheek to watch the credits play out. Â
âYou looked cold,â he belatedly adds. âIs this ok?â
You hum in agreement. Compared to his body heat, youâd say it had been freezing. Despite all the hard earned muscle over the years Shouto is pliable when heâs relaxed, doughy, and he yields when you begin to adjust your shared position.Â
Swallowed by warmth, you guide his arm down to cinch around your waist and nestle against his chest. You can feel his heart beating like a wing beneath your palm.Â
âBetter?â he murmurs, breath tickling your ear. A final shiver dances the length of your spine as the faint tremors dwindle and your bones thaw. Fatigue creeps up, making your eyelids heavy.Â
Quietly, âBetterâ. Then you mumble, âAnd I do think youâre pretty, Shoutoâ.Â
âHm?â
âWas beinâ a bit of a coward earlier,â you continue, a sleepy drawl to your words. A yawn pulls at your jaw, nose flaring with it. You think you could sink right into him, like a hot bath. âShoutoâs pretty⊠all⊠all the timeâŠâ
Your weary eyes gave in to the rhythmic stroke of his hand, consciousness drifting away. Soft dreams undulate, drawing you in, pushing you out. Thereâs a familiar face. They turn into your palms when you cradle them. Your stomach clenches at the sudden weightlessness and you grasp at their shirt, worried you might float away.Â
When you wake up you are in your own bed again. It returns to you in fragmentsâ Shoutoâs arms around you, his rumbling laugh, the tangible intimacy that had hung over your heads. Realising he must have carried you to bed you turn over to groan into your pillow.Â
Eventually, what draws you out into the open is the smell. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you pad out into the living room, searching for Shouto. Leggings, your mind whispers. Heâs milling about the kitchen in his workout clothes; a little pair of shorts overtop and a green hoodie.Â
âMorning,â he says, placing a small plate onto a tray. You notice two bowls have already been prepared. âI made breakfastâ.Â
The greeting dies in your throat when he looks up. A stream of dewy morning light illuminates the room, reflecting on the pale surfaces, creating an ethereal view. He combs his hair back with his fingers, tucking the longer strands behind his ears. Your gaze strays from the bruise on his jawâ now turning a sickly shade of greenâ to the food on his tray.Â
âWow,â you mumble, feeling hunger twist in your stomach. âThis actually looks edible. Whatâs the occasion?âÂ
Itâs a traditional breakfast. A bowl of rice, miso soup with some vegetables, a rolled egg and a plate of grilled fish. Shouto sets a pair of chopsticks down. âNo special occasion. I just wanted to cook for youâ.Â
âGod. You are soâŠâ you wave your hands at him, too overwhelmed by the sudden flush of tenderness.Â
He blinks, a twinkle of mirth in his eyes. âYou just gestured to all of meâ.Â
âI just woke up and thereâs a prince using my shitty old rice cooker. Forgive me,â you remarked groggily. It feels as if your entire being is a soft spot that he wonât stop prodding at.Â
Gathering the tray in your grasp you avoid his stare and make way to the dining table, his quiet chuckle close behind. You sit, unnerved by his presence and fighting off dregs of sleep. The seat is cold under your thighs. âThank you for the food,â you murmur.Â
Chopsticks tucked in the crook of your thumb and finger, you pick up a rolled omelette. The egg tastes sweeter than expectedâ mixed with more sugar than required, you think, but itâs good, and you finish in the next bite.Â
âAre you not leaving for work?â
Shouto hovers across from you; his hands rested on the back of another chair, and stood silently. âHow is it?â he deflects.Â
Your teeth sink into a tofu cube, umami flavours bursting on your tongue. You hum your approval, making a show of it. âItâs delicious. Thank you, Shouto. Reallyâ.Â
Over the years youâve come to learn that Shouto reacts to praise in subtle ways, and often smiles without his mouth. You can hear it in the lilt of his voice and see it in his spirited stride. You watch as his shoulders straighten. Heâs alight, peacocking his pride, and youâre not sure he realises it.Â
âThereâs a secret ingredientâ.Â
You pause mid chew, swallowing thickly. âIf you say love Iâm moving outâ.Â
Shouto tempers his amusement with a shake of his head. Stray hair falls forward to frame his cheeks. The chair reclines back on two legs as he leans. âMy mother told me that making a meal for someone is a simple way to show gratitude,â he continued. âThank you for taking care of me last nightâ.Â
Heat simmers under your skin, all buzzing energy and jitters. The sincerity is disarming. Had this been a dream you wouldâve kissed him.Â
Shoving another tofu cube in your mouth you chew it down to fine paste, vying for time to formulate a coherent sentence. âDonât thank me for that,â your initial playfulness softened to reciprocate some of his vulnerability. âI know Iâm not a hero but Iâll always be there for you in whatever way I canâ.Â
Whatever his response is, you donât hear it. Shouto murmurs inaudibly, eyes falling closed with a long exhale. Your only respite is the warmth in his gaze when he looks back at you. âI need to leave now if I donât want to be late. But Iâll see you tonight?â
You hum an affirmative, nodding around the white rice pinched between your chopsticks. It falls apart gently on your tongue. Covering your mouth, you say, âIâll be thereâ. Â
Shouto steps away with some finality, readjusting the hem of his shirt. The fabric hangs loose around his hips, emphasising how tight his shorts are. You mentally kick yourself.Â
âIâll text you, thenâ.Â
The day passes frustratingly slowly after Shouto leaves. You technically could be sifting through the new studentâs designs, but all you can think about is how charged the atmosphere had been this morning. Retiring back to your room to scream into a pillow or two, you eventually find yourself getting ready.Â
Shouto let you know he would be going straight from the agency. He had clothes in a locker hereâ casual, some jeans and a sweater, which at least allayed the fear of being underdressed. Â
You pull on one of your nicer jackets, holding the lapels close to your chest as you step out into the cold evening. Dark cumuli gather in sparse clumps across the darkening sky; as mercy has it, the wind is pushing them in the opposite direction.
The place isnât far. You donât frequent it very often but liked it well enough despite management being a bunch of rich guys playing dive-bar dress up. The low ceilings, vintage mismatched furniture and dim red lights created an intimate atmosphere.Â
People loved the idea of finding a hole in the wall that nobody else knew about. The catch was everybody knows, but not everybody can get in.Â
Flashing above the door in green neon lights is a sign grimly reading âThe Love Shackâ. The first thing you notice is the strong woodsy smell masking the faint scent of alcohol. Thereâs a floral tinge to it that you have trouble pinpointing.Â
You head inside and greet the bouncer standing by the entrance. Heâs a big guy, standing around 6 feet 9, mutton chops swallowing a great deal of his face. Resting on his bald crown are a pair of comically small sunglasses.Â
Before he can ask for your name it is being hollered across the bar. A few heads turn and you dip your chin to shield from prying eyes. Uraraka is bounding over, Mina hot on her coattails. The pair topple into you with canorous laughter clear over the music.Â
âYouâre here!â Uraraka effused, grabbing at your shoulders and shaking them. âI havenât seen you in so long! Shouto has been keeping you all to himselfâ.Â
Mina slumps against you, echoing Ursrakaâs words with a slurred whine. âHoly shit. Are you guys already tipsy?â unsteady on your feet you try to keep them upright.Â
âNo,â Mina tittered, pink lips jutting into a pout. She pokes at your cheek. âYouâre just too sober!â
You startle. Another hand, large and hot, splays at the small of your back. The bouncer grunts and encourages you in the direction which they came from. That appears to spur the girls onâ youâre dragged to the far end of the bar, a wide booth nestled just around the corner, hidden from view.Â
Youâre met with a chorus of cheers. Kirishima, Jirou and Shinsou beckon you forward. Bakugo is nursing a pint, offering you a wordless nod. Momo shakes her head as Denki attempts to climb out and greet you despite being trapped by the table, patting his back when the effort is fruitless.Â
âAlright, alright. I missed you too,â you grin, helplessly charmed by your friend's excitement. Uraraka ushers you into the booth. You scoot up beside Momo, the group packed in like sardines to make room.Â
Mina bends to press a wet kiss to your hairline. It leaves behind a sticky impression of her lips. âLet me go grab you a drink, babe!â she chirps, skipping off toward the bar and immediately draping her upper body over the black countertop to wave the bartender over.Â
The conversations resume, an easy atmosphere settling over your group. Though you arenât entirely from their world they do well to involve you, asking for your thoughts, trying to make you laugh. Jirou blushes under the red lights when you bring up her latest album, sending you an appreciative grin. Mina returns holding an impressive amount of drinks, her fingers slipping dangerously on the condensation.Â
You are one strawberry daiquiri in. Thereâs a muted yet pleasant buzz under your skin, no doubt aided by the good company. Still, you cast an anxious glance around the room, curious about Shoutoâs absence. A soft tap to the knee draws your attention.Â
Momo turns to whisper in your ear, âShouto said heâll be here on the hour,â answering that unspoken question. Your cheeks fill with an indignant breath, embarrassed by your own transparency.Â
âWe arenât attached at the hip, you know,â you rasp childishly. Itâs a lieâ youâve lived with Shouto for only three weeks and you have already forgotten where he ends and you begin. Momo laughs, hiding it behind the back of her hand.Â
âCouldâa had me fooled,â Bakugo interjects, scoffing behind his drink. The glass tips and he drains the last of it. âYour name is all I hear outta his mouth these days. Starting to think he doesnât know any other wordsâ.Â
You hold up an accusing finger, âQuit reading our lips, dickheadâ.Â
The other bares his teeth, gums and all. He moves his hands in recognisable patterns at a deliberately slow pace, as if talking down to you. âFuck youâ he signs.Â
âOh!â Kirishima claps abruptly. You startle, almost knocking over your drink. Heâs so big that it rocked the table. âCheck this, Bakugo. Iâve been learning more signs, you gotta tell me if Iâm doing âem right!â
âFuck do I look like to you?â
âLike my handsome best bro,â is his smooth reply. Cheeks red as his hair, a cocksure grin flashing his sharp teeth; Bakugo softens, clicking his tongue in feigned annoyance, betrayed by the twitch by the corner of his mouth. You think Kirishima is like an overgrown stray that manipulated Bakugo into being his human.Â
Whatever he clumsily signs must have been obscene, because Bakugo roars with laughter.
âWho the hell taught you that, shitty hair?âÂ
The hour comes and goes. Rings of water collect under the glasses. Shouto is five minutes late. You displace the group, accepting Urarakaâs loose lipped complaints as she is forced to scoot back out the booth. Pinching the fat of her pink cheek, sheâs placated by the promise of another round on you.Â
âIâll come with,â Shinsou offered with a lazy wave.Â
âThanks,â waiting for him to get to his feet, you smile. You liked Shinsou well enough. Working as an underground hero meant you didnât get to see him too often.Â
You approach the bar. The man working behind it has gossamer insectoid wings on his back, sprouting from two long slits in his fitted shirt. They glint in the light, colours refracting iridescent, reminding you somewhat of a church window.Â
He comes over as he catches your eye, wiping down the sticky surface. Youâre honest enough to admit heâs handsome. Rugged with a baby face, hair falling over his forehead in loose curls. Thereâs an easy air about him, and when he flashes a crooked grin you feel the alcohol a little too thick in your veins.Â
Tattooed forearms brace against the bar and he leans into your magnetism, âWhat can I get ya?â
âTheyâll have the same as last time,â you reply. âI think the tab should be under Kaminariâs name?âÂ
He nods, eyes skimming over your form, âWonât be longâ.Â
You turn to find that Shinsou is staring, kissed by a reddish glow. His mouth downturns into a smirk. âI donât think he even noticed I was here,â he drawls.Â
Defensiveness prickles over you. âDonât think anyone has,â you lightly knock your arms together. âYouâve been quiet tonightâ.Â
âNot my scene,â Shinsou sinks forward, propped up by his elbow, and rests his chin in the cradle of his hand. His heavy lidded eyes never stray. âBut I canât say no to free drinksâ.
The barman works the taps in your periphery but you remain focused on Shinsou. Thereâs a new scar across his cheekbone, right where his persona mask ends. Another over his mouth, a thin line of rough tissue that cuts through his five oâclock shadow. The mass untameable hair on his head has been cut shorter, tapering around his neck.Â
âLeechâ.Â
âLook whoâs talking,â his smirk widens. You watch his gaze slide over your head and dread swirls in your stomach at the gleam in his eye. âI think your nepo baby boyfriend just got hereâ.Â
âNot my boyfriend,â you hiss under your breath. He holds his laughter between his teeth. âAnd donât call him that!âÂ
Shinsou laughs into his palm, low and rumbling. You hear the fond invocation of your name as the heat of another body appears at your back. Met with brilliant teal and stormy grey, Shouto greets you both apologetically.Â
Perking up self consciously, you say, âYou made it!â
âHi. Sorry, I got caught up and lost track of timeâ.Â
Youâre happy to see him. Heâs in fitted jeans and a dark button up shirt over an old black turtleneck. Heterochromatic eyes slide from your smiling face to Shinsouâs own disinterest, then drawn to the drinks that have steadily begun to accumulate on the bar counter.Â
âAh, let me get you a drinkââ you wave over the guy who served you, though it is hardly necessary when heâs already observing. He saunters over with a pint of lager, setting it beside Minaâs garish rainbow concoction.Â
âEverything alright?âÂ
Squinting at the messy kanji on his name tag, you think you can make it out. Kei, it reads. âWould we be able to add another to the tab? Our friend just made itâ.Â
For some reason Shouto crowds in closer, the cool press of his left side seeping through your shirt. Kei barely pays him any mind. âNo problem,â a cold flush crawls across your back when he winks. âAnything for you. Whatâll it be?âÂ
âIâll have a highball,â Shouto interjects. You frown at his sudden sharp demeanour, and lean your weight back in hopes of comforting him. The air warms up.Â
Keiâs enthusiasm fractures imperceptibly, âAlright. Let me get started on that for yaâ. Shinsou snorted, his head dipped to his chest and shaking; you think you arenât nearly drunk enough for whatever this is.
âShit. You really are petty,â Shinsou speaks up after Kei departs to the other end of the bar. âI always thought Midoriya was exaggeratingâ.Â
âPetty?â you echo, squinting at your roommate with a soft pout. Shouto fixes his gaze to the bottles lined across the wall and looks as though he wants the earth to swallow him whole.Â
âHighballs are tedious to make,â Shinsou turns his back to the bar, leaning against it with his drink in hand. âYou definitely chose that on purposeâ.Â
âI didnât,â Shouto monotoned. âI like whiskyâ.Â
âIâve never seen you drink whisky,â your voice lilts into suspicion. Shouto narrows his eyes, pointedly avoiding yours. A terse beat passes, and you inhale with defeat. âOh, whatever. Go say hi to the others while we bring the drinksâ.Â
Shouto blanched. âI can helpââ
âIâve already got a big strong man here to help me,â Shinsou scoffed. Thereâs an umbrella resting on the lip and a purple straw in his mouth. You put a hand on Shoutoâs bicep and squeeze, âYou need to let Momo know youâre here before she sends out a search partyâ.Â
The contact visibly placates him. You watch after him as he makes his way to the booth. Slurred over the low music, he turns the short corner to be met with a cheer in much the same way you had.Â
âYou two are ridiculous,â Shinsou murmurs, amused exasperation clear in his tone. Splitting the drinks into two groups to carry, you ignore his remark and the fondness swirling in your chest.Â
Kei appears and sets the highball down. A tall glass of liquid gold, three carved ice cubes fizzing at the bottom, a lemon garnish on the rim. âThank you,â you tell him, pleased when he reciprocates your sheepish grin.Â
You let Shinsou take itâ your hands are already full and slipping. The others have pulled Shouto into the booth and sandwiched him between Denki and Mina, whose distinct voices are overlapping as they try to get a word in.Â
Denki stops mid sentence as Shinsou slams the drinks onto the table. You do the same, albeit much more carefully. He lists them off one by one, sliding the glasses over to their persons. Shoutoâs comes last.Â
âAnd in a surprising turn of events we have Todoroki with a japanese highballâ.Â
Shouto accepts the drink with his right hand and a straight face, ignoring the harmonious âoohâ that reverberates around the booth.Â
Bakugo points his pinky at him, âAnd since when do you drink whisky?âÂ
Petulantly, Shouto mutters, âSince nowâ.Â
Ultimately deciding to pull up a chair, Shinsou sits at the head of the table while you are squeezed on the end beside Bakugo; he side glances, raising his brow in acknowledgement.Â
âDude, now that weâre all here, let's have a toast!â Denki exclaims, literal sparks of joy bouncing from his crown. Everybody groans.Â
âIâll hear your toast bro,â Kirishima lifts his pint, the wonderful enabler that he is. Shouto meets your gaze across the table and raises his own with a shrug.Â
âI, uhâŠâ Denki shrinks under the pressure. âI dunno what I was gonna sayâ.Â
âTo a quick death,â Shinsou proposed, halfheartedly holding his sake in the air.Â
âHear hear,â muttered from beside you, Bakugoâs eyes fell closed. You snickered, alcohol weakening your inhibitions as you hook your chin over his shoulder. He allows it.Â
Momo voices her disapproval and tips her glass, âTo good healthâ.Â
âTo Chargebolt,â Jirou adds, a grin splitting her cheeks, laughter already bleeding into her words. âSeen him at his best, seen him at his worst, and still canât tell the differenceâ.Â
âOi!âÂ
âTo a livable minimum wage!â Uraraka hiccups. All the blood in her body seems to have rushed to her face; expression comically determined, betrayed by her spasming diaphragm. Everyone lifts a glass.Â
The night crawls on. Another round, then two. Kei refills your glass, never without a flirty comment. You feel thawed from the inside out, a silly smile fixed to your lips. Your cheeks hurt from laughing, from the too-forceful kisses given by Mina, the rough pinch of explosive fingers.Â
You might as well be engaged in a game of musical chairs; the only one refusing to surrender his spot is Bakugo. Jirou and Momo slink away somewhere privateâ âprivateâ being behind the vintage jukebox right by the bathroomsâ and Kirishima scoots over to wrap you up in a side hug and pushes all the air from your lungs. Uraraka drapes herself across your front. Shinsou surrenders as Mina sits in his lap. Being with them is as innate as breathing.Â
Maybe you didnât fight a war together but they still embraced you as their own. And Shouto watches with that terrible, awful, shoujo twinkle in his eyes; you flush hot whenever you catch him, inundated by the desire to reach across and kiss him.
Your pulse is quick and movements slowed. A pleasant buzz circulates around your body. After the third round Shouto begins insisting that you stay put. âOkay,â you conceded tipsily. âTell Kei I said hiâ.Â
Shouto leaves with a vaguely constipated frown.Â
Bakugo cackles and refuses to tell you what was so funny. Momo returns to the sight of you clinging to the stubborn heroâs arm, cursing his name. âWhat are we laughing at?â she muses. You notice a few things first: thereâs a fresh bruise on her neck, a button on her dress undone, and a glass of water in her grasp.Â
Disheveled Momo is a rare treat. Youâd tease her about it, if Bakugo did not immediately jump at the opportunity to tease you first. âJust gearhead and halfie being oblivious idiots,â he surmised. Another snort bursts from his nose. ââTell Kei I said hiâ. Shit. Shouldâa seen his faceâ.Â
âBakugo,â Momo chides, attempting to disguise her own amusement. âGo easy on themâ.Â
He clicks his tongue, shaking you with a rough shrug of his shoulder. âYou should tell him how you feel and fuck alreadyâ.Â
Your mood tumbles, dampening as you sulk, âShouto doesnât want me like thatâ.Â
âYeah, right. And vice prez didnât just get fingered by the jukeboxâ.Â
âBakugo!â Momoâs voice is stronger this time. She whips her head toward the other patrons and back, embarrassment flooding her cheeks. âI did not get⊠fingered,â she protested with a sharp whisper.Â
âWhatâs that?â you feign ignorance, drowsy and loose lipped. âMomo got fingered?!â
Making Bakugo laugh feels a little like winning the lottery; having him throw an arm around you as he does it leaves you dizzy with accomplishment. You curl into his side, shoulders shaking. You mouth an apology across the booth and Momo stretches to take your hand, stressing her forgiveness.Â
Shouto shatters the jovial atmosphere. He returns stiffly, his glare set in stone, and places a drink you did not order in front of you. After a quick sniff you realise that itâs water.Â
âOnce youâve drunk that we should head home,â he says. Itâs posed as a suggestion but you hear the instruction. Not wanting to irritate him any further, you begin to sip.Â
Momoâs brow pinches with worry. âIs everything alright, Shouto?âÂ
He breathes harshly through his nose, coming out in a puff of cold air. âYes, everythingâs fine. Iâm sorry to cut the night short, Momo,â his face softens. âIt was good to see youâ.Â
Astonishingly, Bakugo says nothing. His arm snakes from around your back. You finish the water with a big gulp, resurfacing for air. âDone,â you wipe the back of your hand across your lips.Â
Shouto steadies you while you awkwardly scoot around the booth. Momo gathers you both into a hug, her kind hand stroking the length of your spine. âText us when you get homeâ.Â
âWe will,â you promise, saluting as youâre gently pulled away. âSee ya on Monday, great explosion murder god dynamite, sir!âÂ
The others have dispersed amongst the small crowd. You mourn not being able to say goodbye to them all. Shouto cinches around your waist and guides you to the door. You canât complainâ instinctively sinking into the embrace, surrounded by his cologneâ but you do wonder what the hurry is.Â
You waded through the mass of people until you both finally made your way out into the open air. The breeze encourages you closer to his front, cold and refreshing in your lungs. Already you feel as if some of your drunken enthusiasm is dissolving.Â
âShouto?â his pace slows mercifully, coming to a stop underneath a streetlight. The bulb blinks in five second intervals, dousing him in sickly orange. âAre you mad?âÂ
A warm hand hooks your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye only to avoid looking back. His lips part to speak, and when nothing comes they close. âIâm not mad,â he intoned quietly, thumb skimming over the line of your jaw. Your breath catches.Â
He seems so⊠guilty.Â
âI think you are,â you observe, wrapping your fingers around his wrist. You bring his hand down and intertwine it with yours. The alcohol must be making you brave. âBut if youâre not ready you donât need to tell meâ.Â
Some colour returns to his skin. Shouto huffs a disbelieving laugh. âYouâre soââ cutting off that train of thought, he tugs you forward and wraps you into a hug. The crook of his neck shields you from the cold, and for a few short moments all you can hear is your heart beating in your ears.Â
ââŠHave you ever felt like there are things you want to say but thereâs something that always stops you from expressing them?âÂ
You take note of how his grip tightens, warm nose squished into your cheek as if he thought you might run. Shouto is nervousâ rather, heâs making himself vulnerable to you. âI have,â you murmur.Â
He bows his head to burrow into your shoulder, âThen, would you give me the chance to say them?âÂ
What you hear is: will you be patient with me?Â
âNow?â you ask gently. The light overhead flickers again and your vision swims. Youâre realising now that his impulsivity might simply be because heâs drunk. âDonât you want to talk at home?â
Shouto shakes his head. âIf I say it now you can change your mind and go backâ.Â
Thatâs worrying. You chew nervously on your bottom lip, ââŠOkayâ.Â
You expect him to let go but he doesnât, though he does loosen his hold, as if giving you the chance to leave. Following a deep inhale, Shouto solemnly admits, âThat guy at the bar. Kei. He asked me to give you his phone numberâ. Â
âHe did?âÂ
âYes,â he says.Â
âSo where is it?âÂ
Dread and fatigue curdled in your stomach. You hear the moment Shouto swallows his caution. The atmosphere sours as he admits, âI burned itâ.Â
You step back, leaving his arms limp at his sides. He looks betrayed. Like youâre testing the strength of a promise you donât recall making. This was not a good time nor place to talk about this.Â
âMy feet hurt,â his eyes widened in confusion. âIâm cold and Iâm drunk and my feet hurt, Shouto. I want to go homeâ.Â
The request registers slowly. You watch his face fall, gathering a facsimile of a smile. âOkay. Then letâs go homeâ.Â
Your chest aches. You want to cry. You scramble for his hand and squeeze it tight, hating the despondent tone in his voice. âWeâre too drunk. Weâll talk about this in the morning,â and that seems to lessen the rigidity in his bones.Â
From then on, the walk is done in heavy silence. Your thoughts are muddied and loud, emotions bouncing back and forth between resentment and uncertainty.Â
Underneath all of it is a seedling of hope that you darenât nurture.Â
The atmosphere clings, following you all the way home, suffocating as you stand a metre apart in front of your respective bedrooms. You bid him goodnight, hand lingering on the handle. Anticipation sits like a stone in your chest.Â
You lie in bed waiting for him to knock.Â
He doesnât.Â
Next time you open your eyes you wince at the throb behind them; it pings around the inside of your skull and you groan into your pillow.Â
Thereâs movement in the apartment. Shouto had always been an early riser. Cold relief washes over you at the confirmation that he was here. Last night filters through your mind. One scene after another you try to make sense of it all.Â
Kei had been genuinely flirtingâ you didnât really think to take it seriously at the time. It was harmless fun, and you figured he was just the type that enjoyed teasing.Â
Shouto mustâve realised it early on. That was the reason he stepped in and kept you away from the bar. But that didnât line up right with the reality you knew, because the only reasonable explanation for his behaviour would be thatâÂ
You shoot upright, kicking off your covers, and immediately feel it rebound. Thumbs pressed to your temples, you massage firm circles into your skin until the pain dulled.Â
Holy shit. Shouto was jealous.Â
A strange blanket of exhaustion settles back over you, as though your muscles have atrophied. You slide down the headboard and stare up at the marks on the ceiling, all sprawled out like dropped skeins of yarn. Suddenly your bedroom was a refuge from an inevitable relationship altering conversation.Â
Shouto had been jealous of a man vying for your affection. Your Shouto: gentle, placid, considerate, patient, funny, beautiful Shouto.Â
âFuck,â you whisper into the emptiness. You can hear the coffee machine brewing in the distance. Youâre torn between screaming into your hands and jumping on the bed.Â
You settle on getting up. Slowly. Itâs clear you had been drunker than you thought; your pyjamas are on back to front. You tremble as you slip your arms through the sleeves and right the collar, padding over to the door.Â
Shouto wanted to talk last night and you stopped him. Guilt gnaws away at you. All that courage was shot down. Pretending to forget about it isnât an optionâ you had to do this.Â
The plan to be stealthy is squandered by the hinge on your door. A harsh squeak reverberates through the apartment. You huff, lowering from your tip toes, and walk towards the kitchen.Â
Another body enters the hallway. Shouto turns on his heel and nearly drops his mug as you almost collide. Reflexes hammered into him, he catches it in one hand and manoeuvres you away from the hot splash with the other.Â
âShit. Did it burn you?â he breathes, bringing your hand up to his mouth. A chilly puff of air blows over your skin and you shiver.Â
You clear your throat and try to find your voice. âI think you got it. Thank you, Shoutoâ.Â
The sound of his name pulls him out of his reverie. You try not to feel hurt when he drops your hand like hot coal. âSorry,â casting a forlorn look at the half empty mug and the small coffee puddle at his feet. Lips pressed into a thin line, he says, âI was bringing you some coffee. Thought you might need itâ.Â
Delicate tendrils of steam dance and dissipate into the air. You gently cup your hands around his and receive the mug, a small smile pulling at your mouth. His eyes are keen and searching as you take a drink.Â
âI definitely needed it,â you tell him between sips. The coffee paves a hot path down your throat to your stomachâ the warmth spreads, seeking to fill the spaces between. All the earlier fear is washed away.
The time you spend observing one another feels like a short eternity. You watch hope visibly thread into his features, brighter; the way he always should be.Â
Softly, you ask, âDo you think we could talk about last night?â
âYeah,â the word comes in a whisper. Head inclining, Shouto nods in one slow motion. Then, louder, âI should clean up, first. Where do you want toâŠ?â
âWhere?â you repeat. The thoughts in his head are written plainly across his forehead and you longed to rid him of them. Tilting and raising your brows suggestively, you tease, âBedroom?âÂ
Shouto gives an amused huff and the remnants of caution are blown away like seeds in a dandelion clock. His steps are lighter, a subtle bounce to them. Light filters into the living room and your spirit is buoyed by giddiness and wonder.Â
What had you been so afraid of?Â
You wait in the crook of the L shaped couch, legs curled beneath your body, facing the tall standing windows that overlook the city. Your headache has lessened into a quiet echo.Â
While he mops up the coffee you finish off the last drops in your cup. You take a moment to appreciate your surroundings. The emptiness you once felt in this room no longer exists. Blankets strewn across the cushions, small crochet coasters, pictures put into frames, books left face down to save the page, things out of placeâ it felt so lived in.Â
It felt like home.Â
You sit up when footfalls approach. Shouto is pretty in the late morning light, under eye shadows and all. âDid you even sleep last night?â
âNot much,â he confesses. His weight shifts before he finally decides on sitting beside you, turning to mirror your posture. âI thought I mightâve messed things upâ.Â
You stretch to put your mug on the coffee table and his eyes follow attentively. âShouto, you didnât mess anything up,â he wrings his hands together in his lap, searching your face for dishonesty and finding none. âThough you probably shouldnât have burned up that guy's numberâ.Â
âProbably,â he affirmed. The hair on his left side is pressed flat to his head. You count the creases on his cheek, stopping at the healing bruise on his jaw. The movement of his full mouth draws you back, âI am sorry for that. It was childish of me and I took away your choiceâ.Â
You hum, shuffling closer on your knees. Shoutoâs expression is beautifully open, and you understand it, because your heart beat is thrumming just the same. âNext time, give me the number so I can ask you to burn it myselfâ.Â
Shoutoâs fiddling halts. Itâs a relief. You thought if he pulled at that hangnail any more he might unravel in front of you. A crease forms between his brows, âWhat?âÂ
âI donât want anyone elseâs number. IâŠâ losing some of your strength, you close your eyes for a second. Inhale deeply, continuing on an exhale, âLast night, you were jealousâ.Â
Itâs not a question. Shouto nods, his hand making an aborted reach for your own but thinking better of it.Â
You slide your palm against his. Your fingers fill the spaces between his knuckles. Shouto holds on tight and you ask, ââŠWhy?âÂ
A nail traces random shapes into his skin. You watch him watching your finger, mouth curled into a small, wobbly smile. He steels his resolve, an internal monologue you arenât privy to. With spine tingling cadence, he says, âBecause Iâm in love with youâ.Â
Youâre not sure what you anticipated. There isnât much that could prepare you for such a long awaited admissionâ for something youâd only daydreamed about hearing. The hunger in your heart rears its head, seeing his words as permission to want. To take.Â
Shouto carries on, incognisant to your plight. âI made peace with my feelings a long time ago. Itâs not something I wanted you to worry aboutâ.Â
âYouâre doing it again,â you tell him. âDeciding things for meâ.Â
âI donât want you to make peace with them. I want you to share them. With me,â Your eyes meet as he peers up. Thereâs a stray kiss curl by his temple, white and soaking up the sun. He shudders when you twist it gently around your finger. âI love you too, dummyâ. Â
Heat prickles at the back of your neck, feeling the shift in atmosphere. âOh,â is his eloquent reply. A slow blooming grin pulls at his mouth as the reality sets in.Â
âYeah. Ohâ. Giddiness bubbles in your chest like water in a wellspring and you let go to cup his face. Shouto leans into the cradle your hands form, eyes fluttering closed as your thumb skims over the scar tissue. His ears are warm.Â
Guided by fleeting impulses you press a quick kiss to his left eyelid, and he sucks in a shaky breath. You move lower, nose bumping his cheek, to press another to the corner of his mouth.Â
âIs this okay?â you whisper, feeling like you were on the delicate precipice of something incredible. His mouth turns to chase yours, bicoloured eyes peeking beneath his lashes.Â
âKiss me,â he murmurs, and it comes like a puff of steam. âOn the mouth this timeâ.Â
Your lips tremble as you try not to laugh, aligning with his. You kiss him, petal soft and gentle, and feel it when he smiles. Tentative, derived from uncertainty and unfamiliarity.Â
Shoutoâs cool fingers slide around the nape of your neck, holding you in place. Donât go anywhere. You answer in kindâ hands sliding down to his chest to guide him back into the cushions and feel his heart racing as you settle your knees either side of his hips. You barely part for air, and Shouto follows your lead.Â
âAgain,â he mumbles.Â
The intensity grows. Shouto kisses like itâs his last. Strong arms wrap around your waist, wandering hands mapping out the topography of your body. Somewhere between, your tongue dips into the seam, biting his bottom lip and plucking a whine right from his mouth. Heat flutters low in your abdomen; hips squirm between your thighs, his chest pressed to your own.Â
âShouto,â you groan, pushing harder, needing to be closer, threading into the soft hair at the back of his head. Fingers curl into the fat by your hips, they pull, rocking you into his lap. Invigorated, Shouto nips at your lips. Arousal spikes through you at the cool exhaleâ his tongue slides over your own and along the grooves in your teeth, wet and cold.Â
âFuck, is thatââ you pant, head falling back as he begins to leave a trail of hot kisses down your throat. âSâthat your quirk?âÂ
He hums an affirmative. The sound is resonant, deep in his chest and satisfied. Smug. You feel the impression of his smile against your jugular. Static fills your brain. Your thighs clench, rutting forward to relieve the ache between your legs, imagining all the things his mouth could do.Â
At some point you part to catch your breath. Your foreheads come together, sharing awed laughter. Shouto cheeks are pink and thereâs a soft smile on his swollen, kiss-bitten lips. His hand moves to cup your jaw, rubbing small circles into the cheekbone.
âWe should⊠slow downâŠâ his chest heaves, eyes swallowed by his pupils. They fall to his lap, right where youâre pressed to his cock. You file away the lazy slur in his voice and wonder if thatâs where all his blood went. ââŠI want to do this properlyâ.Â
Figures that he would have more willpower than you; though you get the sense if you pushed, heâd give, and every surface in the apartment would see you laid out. Gathering your thoughts is made much more difficult as he kneads at your thigh, heedless to your struggle.Â
âOkay baby,â you murmur, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to his brow bone. His ears turn red and youâre alight, âYou like that?âÂ
Shouto tucks his grin against your shoulder. Like before, he locks both arms around your back and holds you close. You comb your fingers through his hair, overlapping white and red, a long tender moment passing.Â
âYou love me,â he whispered apprehensively. Then again, thick with wonderment. âYou love meâ. Â
Itâs unbelievable to himâ and thatâs unbelievable to you. Shouto is easy to love, moreso than anyone you have ever met. All clandestine glances, soft spoken words and inside jokes; a book of every witty little thing youâve said, keeping your words close, giving importance to the things you enjoy; heâs gag gifts and thoughtfulness and open arms, the reason all your hot drinks never go cold, heâs the cream that never melts. Heâs home.Â
You cradle him to your chest with no intention of letting go. The sun crawls higher, casting a warm blanket over your shoulders.Â
âI do,â you reply. âHow could I not?âÂ
#the pacing & story telling is just out of this world good!#ALSO shoutoâs characterization is just too good!#he is so gentle & kind & attentive & always there for reader BUT heâs also such a little shit - I COULD SCREAM#his pettiness is to die for!!!#also looooved how the other characters were written!#bakugou using sign language to communicate & kiri wanting to learn too#also the others all had their quirky traits that made them feel so lively too in the story#the entire story is filled with so many detailed & rich details & descriptions that gives the story such an incredible depth & layers#I had to re-read the entire ponyo movie passage because of how much it affected me in the moment#itâs that late night tenderness - being vulnerable with each other & reader drowsily telling shouto he is pretty all the time đđ#I was concerned my heart would just give out because it would not stop squeezing!!#ALSO shouto only burning keiâs phone number hdndidjsjs#iâm surprised he didnât incinerate the entire bar#Iâm starting to ramble again but there are so many scenes & details that are absolutely phenomenal!!#but Iâll keep it short & say that this story touched & moved me in ways I had no idea a story could#& that I loved every second reading!#nanaâs bookclub âïž
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The thing is, like...yeah, a lot of times, the Social Exclusion I've experienced has been from people I probably wouldn't have wanted to be friends with anyway. At the very least, if someone is willing to do that, if someone is going to be that judgmental over things that don't actually matter, then any actual friendship with them probably wouldn't last very long.
But...it still hurts. Because regardless of how you actually feel about these people, it's still another instance of somebody telling you that you're too annoying or too much or too emotional or too whatever. It's still one more thing that people don't even give you the choice to have? And if you hear this over and over again, if it happens everywhere you go, then after a certain point it gets difficult to not internalize it at least a little bit.
It's been 30 years of this and it never gets any easier.
#and obviously I DO have friends who mean a great deal to me. I'm not discounting that at ALL.#the sad unfortunate fact is that the vast majority of those people live far away from me#so if I want to find any kind of community that I can actually access on a regular basis...if I want to be part of like. an actual Group.#(as opposed to having a few distinct individual people I hang out with occasionally or speak to sometimes) then...that kind of.#depends on people in my general immediate sphere like. accepting me. on having several to a bunch of them accepting me.#I cannot control that! and I can try to be a kind person and live out my values and be genuine and patient and authentic and understanding#and all of the things that are important to me but I CANNOT CONTROL WHAT OTHER PEOPLE DO. THIS IS NOT UP TO ME.#it's so incredibly frustrating whenever people go 'just love yourself' because yeah we SHOULD all work toward being okay with#ourselves but humans crave community. most of us need emotional support! me loving myself isn't going to guarantee those#things because OTHER PEOPLE need to be involved and view me positively for that!!!!! and generally they just don't!!!!!!!!!!!!!#(it also doesn't help that a lot of Groupsâą/communities/etc. have like. one or a few people who are kind of The Head Of The Group#and either explicitly or implicitly run everything. so even if the GROUP MEMBERS are okay with you. if that one or two people aren't then#tough luck you STILL are prevented from entering that particular social space)#sorry something like. happened recently. in this vein. and it REALLY shouldn't have upset me but. you know. it still did.#my entire life has been this battle of trying to figure out how to be 'good enough' and my fucking GOD I am so tired#WHAT ARE THE RULES!!! WHAT IS THE KEY!!!!!!#like do I just have to put out an ad on craigslist?? TELL ME THE SECRET HERE#In the Vents
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I love it when my husband has a bad day.
Don't get me wrong, it's not like I want to see him sad because things didn't go as planned during practice or that teammate of his was more annoying then usual. I just like the way he acts when he comes home to me after a bad day.
Some people shout and get angry. Other people isolate themselves to calm down after those (unavoidable) bad days. But not the man I promissed to love in sickness and health.
When he comes home, he doesn't say anything. He takes off his jacket and shoes as quick as possible and just throws himself at me. He then proceeds to nuzzle his head in my neck, still not saying a word, and, after he found the "perfect" position (which I know he did, cause he sighs and smiles when he does find it), he grabs my hand and puts it in hair, as if it's a silent plea for me to tangle my fingers through his locks and massage his scalp.
We spend hours like this. Just me and him bathing in each other's presence, without anything or anyone else to intervee. Sometimes, he even falls asleep, and I want to gush about how comfortable he is around me and yap about how cute he is while sleeping (even if he drools all over the bed most of the times). And then I concentrate on him and him only: his softened breath, his heart pace starting to slow down and those inconscious sounds he lets out when I caress the right spot.
I love to whisper to him about my day while passing my hand underneath his shirt, noticing the tension leaving his body and feeling each muscle he worked oh so hard to build. One time, I even joked about giving him a massage. He didn't deny it, so I think he wants one. He just doesn't know how to ask (we really need to work on this kind of communication).
I love my husband. And I love the domesticity and good moments his bad days provide: just me and him, showing our love for each other without needing to say anything.
ITOSHI RIN, ITOSHI SAE, Barou Shoei, Shidou Ryusei (hear me out on this one), Oliver Aiku, Michael Kaiser, Nagi Seishiro, Kunigami Rensuke, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shoto, Ushijima Wakatoshi, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, KOZUME KENMA, Tsukishima Kei, Akaashi Keiji
~ A/N: This is heavly inspired by a reddit post I saw!! Apparently, the og post user is @ThrowawayEngland2022 on reddit. Make sure to follow them!!
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âș PAIRING: lee heeseung x female reader
âș GENRE: stepbrother au, smut
âș SUMMARY: the story of how your stepbrotherâs girlfriend realizes her boyfriend has never really been hers.
âș CW/TW: stepcest, infidelity, possessiveness, heeseung can lift reader, cucking kink, voyeurism, masturbation (f), oral sex (f), fingering, face sitting, unprotected sex, creampies
âș WC: 4.6k
NOTE: donât like, donât read.
A lot of people find your relationship with your stepbrother cute. How could they not? Heâs always so doting and protective like a real brother would be. In spite of being only slightly older, Heeseung takes on a very important role in your life. He constantly goes out of his way to take care of you, making sure you have anything you could possibly need.
Heeseungâs girlfriend never thought too much about the relationship between you two. It was natural that he took the naive college freshman under his wing and constantly had you by his side. Mina found it endearing, actually. The way he worried about you like a mother hen who wasnât ready for her young chick to go into the world alone is adorable and a good sign. After dating so many inconsiderate losers, she thinks sheâs finally chosen the right guy.
But somewhere along the way, Mina starts to grow tired of it. Time has gone by, and youâre no longer a naive freshman who canât get around without her boyfriendâs help. Of course family is important, but itâs not like youâre entirely helpless. And yet, thatâs exactly the way Heeseung acts. Heâs always ready to drop everything when you need him. On several humiliating occasions, heâs even left her half naked on his bed just to go to you because you bought something you couldnât figure out how to put together, or because you wanted to hang out with him.
Itâs hard for Mina to admit that sheâs a little jealous. Especially because it all seems so ridiculous. Thereâs no way her boyfriend actually wants you like that. But as time goes on, she thinks that maybe sheâs not all that crazy. Especially with the affectionate way her boyfriend looks at you. Despite all this, Mina doesnât say anything. At least, not until Heeseung starts to bring you along to what were meant to be dates.
âBabe, why do you keep bringing your stepsister? i thought we were going on a date?â Itâs hard for her to not sound bitter and annoyed.
âHer roommate is going to visit her parents, and I donât want Y/N to be alone.â His tone is kind and gentle like always, but itâs also firm and leaves no room for arguments.
Whatâs worse is that Mina canât bring herself to hate or blame you. In a way, she understands why her boyfriend is always so concerned about you. Youâre so nice and trusting that it would be way too easy for someone to take advantage of that. Thereâs also the fact that youâve been more than willing to let them have some alone time, but Heeseung never lets you leave.
Itâs all so strange and frustrating that Mina feels like she has to take matters into her own hands. So she does.
The key to Heeseung letting you go is getting you a boyfriendâor at least getting you to start dating. Itâs easy enough to find a guy whoâs interested in you. Thatâs never been a problem for you, and all it takes is her showing your picture to the cute guy in her communications class for her plan to fall into place. As luck would have it, youâre also into meeting the guy and going out with him.
Little did Mina know, setting you up with him would be a mistake that would cost her everything.
On the night youâre meant to meet up with her classmate, Mina excitedly goes to her boyfriendâs apartment. Itâs been a long time since she got to be alone with Heeseung, and she was going to make the most of it.
Sheâs dressed in tiny tank top and a cute little skirt that Heeseung lovesâit barely hides the lingerie sheâs wearing underneath. Mina quietly lets herself into her boyfriendâs apartment using her spare key. Quietly, she tiptoes to his room only to find the door wide open. What she doesnât expect is to find you sitting on his the edge of bed while Heeseung kneels in front of you.
Mina feels like a bucket of cold water has been dumped on her as his pretty hands rub your soft thighs. You look incredible, clad in a cute little dress with your makeup and hair done to perfection. Itâs a mistake for Mina to keep watching, but she canât find her voice at the moment.
âSeungie, whatâs wrong?â
God, Mina hates that you call him that. Mostly because she can tell how much Heeseung likes it.
âWhy didnât you tell me you were going out to meet some guy?â Heeseung sounds almost venomous, but itâs like you donât hear it. âWho is he? Howâd you meet him?â
You tilt your head, pretty lips pulled down in a confused frown. âDidnât Mina tell you? She set me up with a guy from her class. Heâs really cute!â
A chill goes down Minaâs spine. She can see Heeseungâs back tense when you tell him how your date came to be. The air feels almost murderous as he gently squeezes your thighs.
It kills Heeseung that he was almost too late in stopping you from meeting some strange guy in the pretty little dress you have on. He softly rubs your thighs, eyes simmering with anger and desire he doesnât care to hide. Not anymore.
âOh, angel.â Your stepbrother murmurs, hands slowly trailing up to your thighs. âYou know youâre my favorite girl, right?â
An unsuspecting smile graces your lips. âYeah. And youâre my favorite guy.â
Heeseung hums in satisfaction as his fingers ghost the edges of your dress. He watches your eyebrows furrow, but you donât say anything. As always, you have blind trust in your stepbrother. Thatâs all the indication he needs to get up and push you down on his bed. Heeseung hovers over you, loving how youâre staring up at him with sparkling, wide eyes. He swoops down to capture your lips in a searing kiss.
Your heart is racing in your chest as Heeseung forces his tongue into your mouth. Despite the initial shock, you quickly melt into the kiss. He swallows your moans, pulling you closer as he deepens the messy kiss. You mewl into his mouth, carding your fingers through his hair with desire you had never realized you had for him.
Meanwhile, Mina can only watch as her boyfriend kisses you with a passion that he clearly never felt for her. It feels like her heart is ripping in half as Heeseung begins to undress you. Tears well up in her eyes when he groans at the sight of the lingerie adorning your body. Mina can see how hard he is from where sheâs standing, and the desire in his eyes is very different from the way he looks at her.
âCanât believe you got all pretty for some other boy.â Heeseung spits as he starts to undress. âWere planning on letting him fuck you?â
You shake your head and go to speak, but you canât when Heeseung roughly pulls off your lingerie then his own underwear. His cock is thick and big, possibly the biggest youâve ever seen. Itâs twitching and leaking as he looks at you with his dark eyes.
âW-We shouldnât be doing this.â You whine as Heeseung shoves your thighs to your stomach and licks a broad stripe up your wet pussy.
Your stepbrother groans at your sweet taste, thrusting his tongue into your dripping hole. He laps up the juices leaking out of your slit, circling his tongue on your clit for good measure. The noise you let out is downright pornographic and pure music to Heeseungâs ears.
âSeungie!â You keen as you spread your legs and tangle your hands in his messy hair. âIâ Fuck!â
Heeseung pulls back with a wet slurp to spread your cunt open with his big hands. âGod. You have the prettiest pussy Iâve ever seen, angel. Just had to taste it.â
Each one of his words is like a dagger to Minaâs heart and confidence. Wet tears trickle down her face, but she doesnât say anything as you pull on her boyfriendâs hair. Heeseung only moans and dives back into your slick cunt. He greedily laps up everything that drips out of you, sucking and kissing your clit.
âWe shouldnât be doing this, Hee.â You repeat through a needy mewl, making no attempt to stop him. In fact, you buck your pussy into his mouth as he sucks on your sensitive bud.
âShh, angel.â Heeseung shushes as he flicks his tongue across your swollen bud. âJust relax and let me eat you out. Been wanting to do this for so long.â
Mina swallows thickly, the hurt slowly being replaced by something else. Her eyes grow bigger when she realizes which feeling is taking over. She shifts slightly, feeling a familiar wetness begin to pool in her panties. Mina feels sick that the sight of her boyfriend cheating on her can turn her on, and she thinks that she should leave right now and never return.
But she stays.
Mina licks her lips and continues to watch. Even she canât help but think how hot you look, whimpering and writhing as Heeseung pushes your thighs apart so he can bury his face deeper in your pussy. He flicks his tongue, slowly descending until heâs lapping at your hole, slowly fucking the wet muscle in and out. Your eyes roll back as your stepbrother eats your pussy like itâs the best thing heâs ever tasted.
The sounds coming from your pussy and the way Heeseung messily eats you out has Minaâs own cunt clenching with need. She can feel her underwear start to stick to her cunt as she watches her boyfriend lap up your arousal like a starved man. Mina bites her lip, feeling sick and twisted for being turned on by your pretty moans.
Heeseung suddenly pulls away, but not before he slaps your thigh playfully. He goes to lay on his back all while wearing a filthy smirk. âSit on my face.â
You bite your lip as a hot flash of arousal pulses through your body. Both your and Minaâs cunts throb at the suggestion. Heeseung sees your hesitation, but doesnât back down.
âCâmon, baby. Be a good little stepsister and ride my fucking face.â He growls out with dark eyes.
With your pussy dripping, you crawl over to him and kneel over his face. Mina watches with heated eyes as you slowly lower your cunt on her boyfriendâs face. The heat in her stomach grows when she hears Heeseung groan in satisfaction.
âThatâs it. I want your pretty pussy suffocating me.â
With that, your stepbrother grabs your hips and pulls your cunt down onto his face with a groan. Mewling quietly, you rub your cunt all over his mouth. Every time he moans or grunts, it sends little vibrations through your pussy. The delicious feeling has you grinding down on his tongue as you chase that feeling. Heeseung eagerly fucks his wet muscle into your hot cunt, already addicted to your sweet taste.
Mina swallows thickly when he sees Heeseung thrusting into the air as he eats you out. His cock is leaking and throbbing with need. Fuck. How sheâd like to go and lick all that up, to have him fuck her mouth as he fucks you with his tongue. Mina rubs her thighs to soothe the growing ache in her pussy as she watches you ride Heeseungâs face.
Your eyes roll back when your stepbrother slaps your ass. A loud squeal spills from your lips as Heeseung keeps fucking his tongue up into your cunt. He grabs your ass and kneads it roughly. With one last groan and flick of his tongue, he sits up and takes you with him. The effortless display of strength turns both women on, one containing her moan while the other cries out as sheâs pressed back into the mattress.
âSuch a sweet little cunt.â Heeseung moans as he buries his face back into your dripping cunt. âShit, Y/N. Youâre fucking soaked down here.â
âHeeseung!â You cry out as he pries your thighs further apart. Your stepbrother shakes his head to grind his tongue against your sensitive cunt.
âFuck, you have the hottest little pussy.â Heeseung lifts his head with a groan, lips shiny with your arousal. âMissed eating some good pussy. Itâs been so long.â
Mina feels pathetic that her cunt throbs at his degrading words. She bites her lip, hands trailing up her thigh and to her soaked underwear. Itâs so filthy and humiliating, but the ache in her pussy is getting to be too much. She slowly rubs circles on her covered cunt as she keeps watching her boyfriend cheat on her.
âFuck, Seungie.â You mewl desperately. âS-Shouldnât like having your face buried in my cunt.â
Heeseung smirks into your wetness. He gently circles his tongue on your clit, kissing it tenderly before he gently starts to nip at it with his teeth. Mina shoves her panties aside when you moan out in pleasure. Now sheâs furiously rubbing at her bare pussy, wanting to see you cum on her boyfriendâs face.
âBut you do, baby. You like me fucking you with my tongue, and I fucking love eating this sweet little pussy.â
Your hips buck up at the words, grinding your cunt against his mouth as you moan for him. Juices drip out of you lewdly, leaking down to your ass and onto Heeseungâs sheets. Your head is swimming with pleasure, and you have to remember that this is all so very wrong.
âYou like that?â Heeseung teases you, loving how youâve turned into putty in his hands. âAnswer me, Y/N. Do you like your stepbrother telling you how much he loves tasting your juicy cunt?â
Your back arches when Heeseung sucks your puffy bud into his mouth. âGodâyes! Feels so fucking good, Hee! Love having your mouth on my pussy.â
Heeseung growls, the vibrations making your cunt throb as he sucks and licks your swollen clit. Eager to have you cum on his tongue, he slips two fingers into your fluttering hole. Mina follows in suit, unable to take her eyes off the erotic sight of you getting ate out and fingered. Fuck. This was better than any porn she had ever watched. Her hand is dripping with her own arousal, and she canât even feel disgusted anymore that sheâs so turned on by the entire situation.
âMmmh, shit, Hee.â You whine as the tips of his fingers brush against the gummy spot inside you. âYouâre gonna make me cum.â
âDo it, baby. Cream all over my tongue.â He purrs in delight. âBe a good girl and cum for me.â
Heeseung flattens his tongue on your clit while his fingers grind into the spongy spot in your cunt. Your back arches off the bed, orgasm whiting out your thoughts as you cum around his long fingers.
Mina has to cover her mouth as Heeseung moans along with you. By now sheâs shoved her fingers into her sopping pussy, the squelching sound is drowned out from the sounds coming from your own pussy. The filthy sight is driving her wild, and sheâs so delirious with arousal that she wishes Heeseung would just fuck you already.
âYouâre amazing, angel.â Your stepbrother praises with his fingers still buried knuckle deep in your pussy as he softly strokes your velvety walls. âSo soft and wet. It makes me want to shove my dick into your tight little hole.â
Heeseung slowly pulls his fingers out of you, and you can only watched with a lidded gaze as he moves his body between your thighs. His cock is twitching and leaking as he grabs the base. He smacks his cock down on your slippery pussy, dragging his drooling tip up and down your slit slowly. Mina has to press her hand into her mouth harder to stifle her filthy moans. The sight of her boyfriend pressing his drooling cockhead into your soaking pussy is so hot she might just cum all over her fingers.
âS-Seungieâfuck. We shouldnât.â You whimper as he leans forward and braces his arms by your head.
You and Mina both know you donât really mean your words. Itâs clear that you want your stepbrother to split you open on his big cock. That becomes obvious when you donât try to stop him as he shoves his cock into your pussy until he bottoms out completely, balls pressing against your ass. Shuddering with pleasure, you scratch your nails up his arms as you sink into the bed.
âPretty pussy was meant to take my cock.â Heeseung growls, already drunk on the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his dick. âFuck. I know itâs wrong, baby, but I just couldnât help myself. Your hot little cunt was just begging for my dick. Doesnât it feel all nice and full having your pussy stuffed with your stepbrotherâs big cock?"
Mina starts fucking herself harder when you nod desperately. Your hands go to tangle in his hair as you grind your hips up to meet his thrusts. âYes! Fuck! Love my stepbrotherâs cock stretching me open! Feels so fucking good, Hee!â
Mina knows better than anyone how good you must feel. Although, she imagines you feel must better than she ever did because from the way Heeseungâs fucking you, she can tell heâs doing it with much more enthusiasm and passion. Even his moans are more guttural and full of more pleasure than sheâd ever heard. Theyâre deep as he pulls out until just his tip is spearing you open. Then, he pushes forward, thrusting his cock deep into your fluttering walls.
âThatâs it. Tell me how good it feels.â Heeseung leans down, lips brushing against yours. âDonât be shy, angel. Let me know how much you like this cock fucking you.â
You gasp wantonly and pull him down further to press your lips together. He groans and licks into your mouth easily, tongue slipping past your lips as his cock thrusts deep into your hot, wet cunt. Your hips buck up to meet his, loving how his dick rams into your sweet spot over and over until your sight is painted with pretty little stars.
âFucking love it, Hee.â You moan between sloppy kisses. âGodâI love your cock!â
The coil in Minaâs stomach is close to snapping. By now, her juices are dripping down to her wrist. Luckily, the lewd squelching and sound of skin slapping together drown out any noise sheâs making. Heeseung is fucking you so hard and good that she can smell the musky scent of sex from where sheâs standing. The erotic aroma turns her on even more, pussy clamping down on her fingers in desperate need of release.
âTight little pussy feels so good.â Heeseung moans out between the quick pecks heâs giving you. âGod, I love you, Y/N. So fucking much.â
Your heart races as Minaâs breaks all over again. It hurts, but somehow that just turns her on even more. She keeps fingering herself as tears pool in her eyes.
With a low moan, your pussy clamps down on Heeseungâs dick tightly as you go to eagerly kiss him. A soft I love you, too goes unnoticed by Mina, but not by your stepbrother. He groans into your mouth, cock throbbing inside you.
âMmmh.â Heeseung hums against your lips before he trails wet kisses down your neck. âI love my gorgeous girl. Thatâs why this feels so good. Even your tight little pussy knows how much I love you.â
His gorgeous girl? Mina thinks deliriously, orgasm dangerously close. Itâs something he never referred to her as.
You cry out loudly when Heeseung bites your neck and sucks the skin into his mouth. His hips rock against yours, balls smacking against your ass as his pelvis grinds down on your swollen clit.
âSeungie!â You whine in ecstasy. âIâm getting close.â
Your stepbrother doesnât let up. In fact, his thrusts seem to get faster and rougher. His cock pistons in and out of your cunt, creating sloppy wet sounds as you get even wetter. His eyes are dark as he pulls back to look at you, all pretty squirming and trembling on his cock.
âCum for me, baby. Cover my cock with your sweet cream so I can fill you up.â Heeseung pants. âCum on my cock, angel.â
His teeth sink into your neck again, and it pushes you over the edge. Your hot cunt throbs as you squeeze down on his cock. Somehow your pussy only gets tighter and tighter as you get fucked through your orgasm. You tighten your legs around his waist until he can barely pull out, rutting his cock in short shallow thrusts as your climax starts to taper off.
âSo fucking tight.â Heeseung hisses by your ear. âShit, baby. Get ready. Iâm about to creampie your cute little pussy. Fuck, fuck, fuck!â
With a strangled grunt, he buries his cock to the hilt and shoots his load deep inside your fluttering walls while your pussy softly milks him for every drop of his hot cum. Mina reaches her own climax when she sees her boyfriend cumming inside you. She has to stifle her moans as she trembles and shakes outside the room thatâs filled with the smell and sounds of hot sex.
âYouâre taking it so well, angel.â Heeseung kisses your jaw tenderly as his fat tip spurts rope after rope of his thick cum into your clenching heat. âMilking my cock like I knew you would.â
He grinds his hips down, cock pulsing as he finishes stuffing you full of his hot, sticky load. Your stepbrother fucks his cum inside a bit more before reluctantly pulling out. Heeseungâs cock throbs as he watches his seed drip from your messy pussy.
He licks his lips, heated gaze never leaving your body. âLetâs do it again.â
You donât try to protest as your manhandles into a different position. Mina is still coming down from her high when she realizes her boyfriend is still hard and about to fuck you again. She knows she shouldnât feel excited or aroused by the fact, but she does. Especially when your face is shoved into one of Heeseungâs pillows just before his big cock rails back into your needy pussy.
Heeseung starts fucking you so hard his headboard slams into the wall repeatedly. The harsh sound pairs well with the plop plop plop sound coming from your cunt.
âGod, Y/N. Youâre so fucking good for me.â Heeseung groans when you clench down on him.
You moan loudly, bouncing yourself back on his cock. âFu-Fuck, Seungie. This is wrong. We s-shouldnât be doing this.â
âI know.â Your stepbrother smacks your ass, not sounding the least bit remorseful. âItâs so dirty baby, but I couldnât help myself. Had to get my dick wet using your pretty little pussy.â
âMmmh!â You whine out mindlessly, face turned to the side with your ass raised in the air for Heeseung to fuck deeper into your wet hole. âFeels so fucking good!â
âYeah, it does.â Heeseungâs laugh sounds almost mean as he speeds up his thrusts to fuck his cock harder into your sopping cunt. âYour cute little pussy is the best Iâve ever had.â
His words shouldnât please you as much as they do, but those lewd words turn you on so much that you canât stop your cunt from tightening around him as he keeps spearing into you like an animal in heat. They also shouldnât turn on Heeseungâs girlfriend but thatâs exactly what they do. She isnât angry, only extremely aroused as your ass bounces back on your stepbrotherâs pelvis.
âFuck!â Heeseung groans, fucking his cock right into your g-spot. âYouâre so fucking hot, angel.â
You are. So hot that Mina finds herself wishing she could eat Heeseungâs cum out of your pretty cunt. She just knows you taste good, and mixed with her boyfriend sheâs sure you must taste even better.
âSeungie, please!â You cry out, dizzy with arousal.
âShit.â He growls, slipping a hand underneath your hips to rub fast circles on your clit. âGonna make you cream on my cock again.â
âHeeseung!â You squeal as he picks up his pace, ramming into your squelching pussy as he rubs soft circles into your swollen clit.
Your stepbrother shoves his cock deep into your cunt and grinds, making you squirm and whine as his dick rubs against the spongy spot in your pussy. Your hands twist in the sheets. He flicks and pinches your puffy clit. God, do you look good, and so does Heeseung. Mina is groping one of her tits while the other hand goes to play with her pussy again. Briefly, she thinks she wouldnât mind having a video of you two fucking so she can watch it over and over again.
âHee, Iâm gonna cum.â You moan against the pillow.
âDo it, baby.â He encourages you, free hand coming down to slap your ass hard. âCum all over my cock. Want to feel your hot cunt squeeze me.â
Itâs not long before your orgasm hits. Youâre screaming into your pillow as your cream coats Heeseungâs big cock. Your pussy clamps rhythmically around his dick. Mina canât see you, but with the way your toes are curling she can tell your eyes are rolling to the back of your head in pure ecstasy.
âOh, baby. You feel so fucking good.â Heeseung praises you. His hands move to slap your ass again, making you squeal and tighten again. âFucking work your little pussy on my cock. Fuck. Need to fill you up again.â
âWant you to stuff me full.â You whine back at him, pussy fluttering at the thought of Heeseungâs cum filling your cunt again.
âYeah?â Your stepbrother laughs, sounding way too delighted. âWant me to creampie your hot little cunt again?â
âPlease!â You whine as Heeseungâs fingers slide over your hip to start working soft circles into your clit again. You writhe back on him, feeling yourself get even wetter at the filthy thought of him shooting his hot load inside you.
âCum inside me, Hee.â You pant, mewling when his fingers rub your clit even faster. âWant it so bad. Want to feel it.â
âOh, fuck.â Heeseung groans, hips snapping hard against your ass when he feels how tight youâve gotten. âYou ready, baby? Fucking take it. Take your stepbrotherâs cum in your needy little cunt.â
You moan loudly when you feel his hot cum filling your pussy, stuffing you so full it drips out around his cock. Heeseung ruts his spent cock into your sloppy pussy as he pinches your clit, watching as your back arches as a fourth orgasm sweeps through you. You lazily fuck your cunt back into him, loving the feeling of his cum dripping out of you and coating your thighs.
Heeseung pulls out of your warm cunt with a low groan. Heâs quick to pull you against his chest and lays you down with him. His face is buried in your hair, eyes closed in bliss as you both try to catch your breaths. You feel his smile in your hair as he cuddles you and murmurs sweet praises against your temple.
Through your drooping eyes, you catch sight of Mina. Her eyes widen when you two make eye contact. You canât hide your smirk when you see that she was masturbating to the sight of Heeseung fucking you raw. Instead of saying anything, you give her a seductive wink. Mina clenches around her fingers because the wink is full of understanding and promises.
Itâs clear that Heeseung was never hers, but maybe you wouldnât mind sharing.
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mars in synastry
âpromise me you wont regret me like the tattoos on my skinâ
Mars in the 1st house
Okay, we know this placement can be hot as fuck. When someoneâs Mars lands in your 1st house, thereâs an instant physical attractionâitâs like they canât help but notice you. And honestly, you probably feel it too. They might push you to be more confident or take action, which can feel pretty exciting. Romantically, thereâs chemistry here for sure, but it can also get intense. They might come on strong, and while that can be thrilling at first, it might feel like theyâre always âonâ around you. Basically, itâs like that person who keeps finding ways to touch your arm while talking to you (itâs cute, but thereâs no ignoring it).
Mars in the 2nd house
This one brings the heat to your sense of security and values. When Mars is in your 2nd house, the Mars person could make you feel like you need to go after what you wantâŠwhether itâs in love, money, or stability. In a romantic sense, they might encourage you to feel more confident in what you bring to the table, or there might be some tension over how you both approach things like money and possessions. It can be sexy in that âweâre building something togetherâ kind of way, but if not aligned, it might turn into a debate over whoâs paying for dinner. Romance here might look like feeling secure together, but itâs also about whoâs got control of the resources.
Mars in the 3rd house
When Mars shows up in your 3rd house, thereâs a lot of talking, texting, and flirting..This is because communication is key here. You two probably have that vibe where you challenge each other in conversation, and that banter can be really attractive. Thereâs a mental connection that keeps things interesting. Romantically, this can make for some spicy debates and flirty teasing. But, on the flip side, they might sometimes come off as a little too argumentative or opinionated. Think of it as the couple that loves to debate random stuff over dinner but can laugh about it later.
Mars in the 4th house
This one goes deep. Mars in your 4th house means the Mars person is stirring up your emotional identity⊠its all about your sense of home and security. In a relationship, this can feel intimate and passionate, like theyâre pushing you to be more vulnerable or open up emotionally. They might motivate you to make moves on the home front, like making your space more comfortable or secure. Romantically, it can feel like theyâre hitting you right in the feels, for better or worse. The connection here is super personal, and they might bring up feelings or issues you didnât even know were still there. It can be deeply romantic if youâre ready to dive into that emotional space, but if not, it might feel like theyâre a little too close to your personal baggage.
Mars in the 5th house
Alright, this is one of my favorites. The 5th house is all about creativity, fun, and romance, so when someoneâs Mars lands here, thereâs a playful, flirty energy. Think: date nights that turn into spontaneous adventures. The Mars person will likely bring out your inner child! its lots of laughter, teasing, and showing off to impress one another. Romantically, thereâs definitely chemistry, and the attraction can feel like fireworks. The only thing to watch out for is if things get too competitive. Like, whoâs planning the next date, or whoâs trying harder to be the âfunâ one in the relationship. But overall, this is where romance feels exciting and alive.
Mars in the 6th house
Okay, this is where things get a bit more practical, but it can still be romantic in a different way. The 6th house rules day-to-day life, routines, and work. So, when someoneâs Mars is in your 6th house, they might push you to get your life together (or at least organize your room and eat that healthy meal). They could inspire you to be more productive, which can be great, but they might also come across as a little bossy. Romantically, itâs less about grand gestures and more about showing up for each other in the little things. Like, theyâll help you run errands or motivate you to hit the gym. Itâs the âletâs build a life togetherâ vibe, which can be super grounding. Just make sure it doesnât turn into one of you feeling like the otherâs personal assistant.
Mars in the 7th house
This is big for relationships. The 7th house is all about partnerships, so when someoneâs Mars lands here, theyâre bringing a lot of passion to the connection. Youâre going to feel their drive to be in a relationship with you, and they might be the one pushing for more commitment or taking things to the next level. Romantically, this placement can feel like theyâre pulling you closer, making you feel seen and desired. But because Mars is also about action and sometimes conflict, there could be moments where the passion turns into tension. Like, âAre we fighting or flirting right now?â vibes. Still, this placement can definitely amp up the romantic energy between you two. With unrequited love, the house person could feel uncomfortable or feel like theyâre being âchasedâ by the mars person.
Mars in the 8th house
This oneâs intense and honestly there is no way around it. The 8th house rules intimacy, shared resources, and deep transformation, so Mars here brings a magnetic pull. Thereâs definitely a lot of chemistry and physical attraction, but itâs more than just surface-level. The Mars person might push you to confront things youâve kept hidden or make you feel vulnerable in a way thatâs both exciting and a little scary. Romantically, this can lead to deep emotional (and physical) connection, but it also might stir up control issues or jealousy. Itâs like, âWeâre either all in or weâre not doing this at all.â If youâre down for intensity, this can be a transformative relationship. But yeah, expect it to be passionate and a little wild at times.
Mars in the 9th house
When someoneâs Mars is in your 9th house, theyâre probably making you think bigger and pushing you out of your comfort zone. The 9th house is all about adventure, travel, and expanding your mind, so romantically, this feels like theyâre encouraging you to explore new things (whether itâs ideas, places, or experiences). You two might bond over shared beliefs or a mutual love for adventure. Romantically, this can feel like the kind of relationship where youâre always learning something new from each other. Itâs spontaneous, fun, and full of energy. Just be mindful if you both get too caught up in the âbigger pictureâ and forget about the day-to-day connection. Itâs a whirlwind romance, for sure.
Mars in the 10th house
Hereâs where things get a little more public. The 10th house rules career, status, and public life, so when Mars lands here, thereâs a focus on ambition. The Mars person might push you toward your career goals or make you feel like you need to step up your game. Romantically, this could feel like youâre that power couple.. its where people see you and think, âTheyâve got their shit together.â Thereâs a mutual drive to succeed, but the downside is, it might feel like the relationship is more focused on achieving things rather than just enjoying each otherâs company. Itâs great for building something solid together, but just make sure youâre both not too focused on the hustle.
Mars in the 11th house
This oneâs all about friendship and shared ideals. The 11th house rules social circles and big-picture dreams, so Mars here makes the connection feel like youâre not just lovers, but also best friends. The Mars person might inspire you to chase your goals or get involved in something bigger than yourselves (whether thatâs a shared hobby or a cause you both care about). Romantically, this placement brings a laid-back, âweâre in this togetherâ vibe. Itâs the type of relationship where you can hang out as a couple but also be comfortable in group settings. The only potential downside is if one of you is more focused on the social side of things and the other wants more alone time. But overall, itâs a great mix of friendship and romance.
Mars in the 12th house
Okay, this one can be a bit tricky. The 12th house is all about the unconscious, hidden things, and spirituality. When Mars lands here, the attraction might not be obvious at first (it could feel more like a subtle, behind-the-scenes kind of pull). Thereâs a lot of mystery in this placement, and the Mars person might stir up things you didnât even know you were feeling. Romantically, it can be super intimate, but in a quiet way, like you two just get each other without needing to say much. But, the downside is, it can also bring up hidden fears or insecurities. Itâs a relationship that feels like itâs operating on a deeper level, which can be magical if youâre both on the same page, but confusing if youâre not. Itâs all about trusting the connection without needing everything out in the open.
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How To Actually Set Intention To Reality Shift.
Original post made by LadyNuggie on the reddit shifting community r/Shiftingrealities. All credits to them.
Setting the intention to shift is one of the most widely discussed topics in the shifting community. A lot of shifters (especially on tiktok) will tell you "all you need to shift is intention." One girl literally said, "all you need to shift is intention, and if anyone tells you otherwise, they're lying." Something about that didn't sit right with me and it took me a while to put my finger on why that statement bothered me.
The thing is, first of all, all you need to shift is intention and the right altered state of consciousness that works for you so you can connect to your DR and detach from your CR. But besides that, let's say all you did need to shift was intention. Well then, how do you set that intention? Because there is a right way to set intention and a wrong way.
Setting intention isn't going to sleep half hoping you wake up in your DR. Some people have literally shifted that way, but that doesn't mean that that is how you actually set intention. The key to setting intention is moving a message, desire or want from your conscious mind into your subconscious mind. Your conscious mind makes up about 5% of what we call "the mind". The remaining 95% is your subconscious and unconscious mind. Your subconscious is comprised of everything you've ever seen, heard, tasted, and experienced. Your thoughts, beliefs, values, and habits all stem from the workings of your subconscious mind. That is why "reprogramming your subconscious mind" is a popular topic in the shifting community.
Now, you set intention by ingraining or imprinting your desire into your subconscious mind. Simply having a thought or want in your head does not mean that the intention has been set. And this is where I explain what prospective memory is.
Prospective memory is when you have a "prospect" or something in mind that you want to accomplish later. Maybe you want to remember to buy more toilet paper the next time you drive by target or you need to remember to pick up your sister from her piano recital. You remember to do those tasks in the future because of prospective memory.
When trying to learn how to lucid dream, one of the first concepts you come across is reality checking, which is basically performing an action multiple times throughout the day so that you get used to it and at some point do it in a dream (because it's been ingrained into your subconscious and has become a habit). So if your reality check is counting your fingers, when the action pops up in a dream, you become lucid because in a dream you could have 8 or 4 fingers on one hand and you realize it's a dream!
Let's say you told yourself that whenever you walk into a room or stand up from a seat, you would do a reality check. That is you utilizing your prospective memory. That way, the action shows up in a dream because your subconscious mind "remembered" to do it!
So how does this relate to shifting? Well, a major reason why sleep methods don't work for a lot of people is because (like me) they have weak prospective memory. You could tell me to clap twice in the next 30 seconds and I'll forget. So it's no wonder that I "forget" to shift when I use sleep methods.
You shift with a sleep method when you set the intention to shift (using prospective memory) to your DR and detach from your CR through an altered state of consciousness (in this case, that would be sleep). When you successfully shift using a sleep method, it is because your subconscious "remembered" to do so!
This is also why a lot of people have dreams about their DR. Because the images, people and sensations from their DR have been ingrained in their subconscious mind, so they dream about it! I've literally had dreams where I walked through a portal to try to shift although I wasn't lucid.
So if you want to use sleep methods, (although this is important for any kind of shifting method) I highly recommend working on your prospective memory by giving yourself little tasks to do throughout the day. You could also start doing reality checks, that way, even if you don't shift at least you could have a lucid dream which you could use to shift anyways.
An Example of a Prospective Memory Exercise for Shifting (can also be used for lucid dreaming):
âȘïž The next time I walk into the kitchen I will: do a reality check and remind myself to shift to my DR when I go to sleep.
âȘïž The next time I turn on a light bulb I will: do a reality check and remind myself to shift to my DR when I go to sleep.
âȘïž The next time I pick something up from the floor I will: do a reality check and remind myself to shift to my DR when I go to sleep.
âȘïž The next time I flush the toilet I will: do a reality check and remind myself to shift to my DR when I go to sleep.
Try to do each task 3 times each day. Good luck!
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Alessia, "I didn't cheat on you, it was just a dream babe!", mad alessia at training
disloyal dreams II a.russo
"-are you going to be like this all day?" you sighed as you tried to start a conversation with the blonde beside you who shrugged, again refusing to give you any sort of verbal response.
"alessia. the silent treatment, really?" you repeated, eyes burning into the side of her head as she shrugged and you dragged your hands down your face exhaling heavily.
"i thought we were good at communication. we've been together for a year and a half!" you reminded, alessia dead silent as her fingers drummed against the steering wheel and she came to a stop at a red light.
"less, babe will you just tell me what i've done wrong? i can't fix it if i don't know what i did!" you groaned frustrated, the blonde only leaning forward and turning up the stereo louder making you wince.
"fine, be like this then." you grumbled with a shake of your head, crossing your arms and staring out the window, knowing her well enough that the striker when warranted could be incredibly stubborn.
though the problem you were having today is you weren't even sure where this grudge she had against you was coming from. you'd gone to bed and things were all fine and normal, the pair of you ordering in and falling asleep cuddled up together watching a movie in the living room as you often did.
you'd woken up first, slowly shaking the taller girl on top of you until she did too and the two of you had stumbled tiredly to bed. her long limbs entrapping you in her hold the moment your backs hit the mattress, eyes heavy and a few sleepy kisses exchanged, all seemed fine.
but then this morning you'd woken up to an empty bed, frowning right away as alessia was almost never the first one awake between you.
in fact over the time you'd been together even before you'd moved in with her whenever you slept over at alessia's you'd learned to set your alarm a half an hour earlier than either of you had to be up because it took that long to coax the sleepy blonde to actually get up.
your confusion only grew further when a quick search of the house showed it to be empty, your calls out for your girlfriend going unanswered both vocal and on the phone, a sense of worry beginning to settle in.
however right before it really hit its peak you heard keys in the front door, racing down the stairs and breathing out in relief when she stepped inside, body coated in a thin sheen of sweat and hair pulled back into a bun.
you tried to speak to her and draw her into a hug, mumbling ut you'd been worried sick and asking why she hadn't at least left a note or sent a text but all you got was a shrug and a grumble she needed a shower.
ever since then the most your girlfriend had said was maybe three words, the rest of her responses all grunts or hums as at first you thought maybe she hadn't slept well and was just tired.
though then it started to feel a lot more personal and as much as you'd asked and asked and asked, she wouldn't tell you just why she was so seemingly upset with you or what you'd done to earn such a stubborn silence.
pulling into the training grounds you tried again to ask if the two of you could talk, trying to angle that it wasn't healthy to go into training if she was in a bad head space but all that resulted in was a door closed in your face and a rap of her knuckles against your window a moment later, wordlessly telling you to hurry up.
despite the fact alessia could be one of the most sweet, kind and downright lovely human beings you'd ever had the pleasure to know let alone fall in love with, she still had her share of off day but normally she was quite good at hiding them from your teammates.
today however she didn't seem to care in the slightest, making no move to disguise the fact she wasn't talking to you and clearly was in a mood, the tension thick and uncomfortable as you stared at her longingly across the change rooms.
"mate. what did you do to that poor girl?" leah flopped herself down in her own cubby beside you as you sighed, alessia not even sparing you a glance as she laced her boots up and stormed out, ignoring both emily and lotte who tried to stop and speak with her clearly sensing she wasn't okay.
"nothing! well at least not that i can work out? i've been given the silent treatment all morning." you huffed with a roll of your eyes, wrestling to undo the tight knots in your boots and sending kyra a venemous glare across the room who was clearly the culprit.
but sensing maybe today was not the day to have pushed your buttons the australian was quick to shrink beneath your murderous stare, taking off out of the room within seconds flat.
"give it here." leah chuckled, having already undone your other boot as you shoved it at her and sunk down into your seat, stroppy look on your face and mouth turned downward into a sour pout.
"did you have an argument?" "no." "did you not do something you said you would?" "I don't think so?" "did you forget an anniversary? birthday? special date?" "definitely not." "did you..." leah trailed off, clearly trying to think of something to say.
"nah i've got nothing. good luck sunshine!" the blonde shrugged, pinching your cheek and handing you the now untangled boot. "leah!" you groaned, hoping for the older girl to at least have had perhaps some wisdom to offer.
throughout the day your confusion only grew when the stony silence continued, the two of you at least kept mostly separate for the majority of training, having grown embarrassed now by your shut down attempts to talk to alessia.
thankfully bar a few ill timed comments from some of your younger peers who hadn't yet learnt how to read a room everyone backed off the teasing you'd been worried about, most of them just as confused as you by the air of frustration and irritation radiating off the blonde striker.
"fucking hell less!" leah swore, barely able to duck out of the way of a poorly timed but incredibly powerful strike which rocketed past her ear and swooshed into the back of the goal.
you however were not so lucky, admittedly quite out of it most of the session as your brain ticked over and you overthought every little action and interaction you'd had with the blonde in the last twenty four hours.
it was this distraction which caused you to have zoned out on the sidelines, staring off into space and triple checking in your head every significant event and date to try and work out just why your girlfriend was so clearly off with you.
but you were grounded right back into reality when suddenly something hit you very hard and very fast right in the face, the unexpected ball knocking you on your ass as you felt something wet drip down your face and you started to feel a little woozy.
you watched as both your teammates and some of the staff crowded around you, seeing their mouths moving but unable to decipher what was being said due to the obnoxious ringing in your head.
the medics eventually arrived, shooing everyone away to give you some space and a collective slightly disgusted groan sounded as suddenly you lurched forward and emptied the contents of your breakfast onto the grass beside you.
you winced as a bright light was shone right in your eyes, trying to bat away the hand responsible as someone else grabbed your wrists and stopped you.
blinking a few times as finally the light went away and your hearing returned right in time to hear one word before you were helped to your feet and walked off the pitch.
concussion.
you sighed heavily but nodded as you laid down on one of the padded benches in the medic office, the lights dim and one of the trainee's running you through the concussion protocol you knew like the back of your hand.
with a heavy sigh you felt him squeeze your knee in a silent apology before ducking out to grab some paperwork, an incident report needing to be done as you covered your face with your hands and felt your heartbeat thump in your ears.
when you heard the door open again you assumed he'd returned and you might be cleared to leave, but to your surprise when you looked up there was a different person now looking down on you, your bag slung over her shoulder and car keys in hand.
you didn't expect her to say anything and you didn't have it in you for an argument, so with a grunt you pulled yourself into a seated position, her hands quick to steady you and you hated how good it felt to feel her touch even in such a minimal way.
"you cheated on me."
your head snapped up so fast you felt your neck throb and the headache settling behind your eyes pulse as you sat in a state of shock, sure you'd just heard her incorrectly.
"i-what?" you managed to croak out, the blonde fiddling with the strap of the bag as she nodded. "you cheated on me." she repeated and just like earlier you felt a horrendous sense of nausea settle in.
"i think i'm going to be sick." you began to panic, bile rising in your throat as you looked around desperately for a sick bag of some sort as alessia's hands settled on your cheeks and you tensed up.
"you cheated on me last night." she repeated in a tone so soft you almost didn't hear her, incredibly confused and now wondering just how hard you'd hit your head as you blinked.
"alessia. what? i-baby i would never ever chea-" you couldn't even get the words out until the blonde shook her head, one of her hands coming to cover your mouth, an odd look of guilt now present on her face which had you even more confused.
"in my dream, last night. you cheated on me in my dream, that's why i've been so off with you today..." the blonde bit her bottom lip with a wince as you paused, slowly moving her hands off of you as she shifted nervously.
"i didn't cheat on you." "no." "but you thought i did?" "kind of? i know it was a dream, but it felt really real!"
"alessia..." you trailed off in disbelief, the trainee from earlier taking one step inside as the pair of you looked at him and clearly sensing he might have been interrupting he quickly ducked back out of the room with a mumble you were free to go.
"i still think you should say sorry." the blonde seemed to regain her confidence as your jaw dropped and you looked at her in bewilderment. "for what?" you squeaked out, alessia sighing and shaking her head.
"for cheating on me." "i didn't cheat on you? it was just a dream babe!" you threw your hands up with a scoff and hissed, your head throbbing as your eyes squeezed shut.
"okay. well since you have a concussion, i'll forgive you anyway." alessia decided, stepping forward to stand in between your legs and giving you a smile as if she'd just done you a favour.
"you'll forgive me?" "yes. now baby we should really get you home, i've got your concussion plan and you have to come in tomorrow for a re-assessment." alessia nodded, patting your bag and holding our a hand to help you up as you stared at her with narrowed eyes.
"you'll forgive me. for ignoring me all day and making me feel like i've done the wrong thing? like i'm the the crazy one?" you stuttered out still in shock that this was the reason for her cold shoulder and off put behavior.
"hey! you can't use that." alessia snatched your phone out of your hand and slid it into your bag with a tut. "i need it." you held your hand out expectantly and rolled your eyes as your girlfriend had the audacity to laugh.
"for what?" she questioned as you smacked away her attempted helping hands and she frowned.
"because i need to write a note." "a note?" "yes alessia. a note that when my head isn't absolutely throbbing i am going to yell at you and then give you the silent treatment all day!"
"what! baby why? you cheated on me, and i forgave you?" "i cannot control my actions in a dream alessia, and so i didn't cheat on you!" "baby you shouldn't get so worked up, you'll make your headache worse." "dating you is a headache russo." "...so is now a bad time to ask for that apology?" "it was a dream alessia!"
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Midheaven in signs and how can you become famous
Welcome to my new astrology observation, besties! So, did you know that you can use your Midheaven (Medium Coeli or MC) placements to see how your career path is going to go? Midheaven is the highest point in our natal chart and it represents our career, reputation, how people are going to perceive us etc. Keep in mind that the Midheaven doesn't describe your personality, that's what Ascendant is actually about. Midheaven rather tells us how we are going to behave in our work place what could be known for. This observation is going to be about how can you use your Midheaven sign to become well-known and noticeable in any of your sphere. Take it as it resonates and leave what doesn't. Now, let's get into it!
Midheaven in Aries - I think that you should act confident and bold if you want to be successful in your career. Aries is ruled by Mars which is associated with war, aggression and passion, so you might seem a little bit aggressive in the eyes of other people, even if you're actually not (IC in Libra). Aries rules over The Emperor card, while Mars rules over The Tower card in Major Arcana. By saying that, I feel that using your leaderships skills can make you more successful and even more noticeable (The Emperor's influence). Your career path may likely to be filled with a lot of ups and downs, which is the influence of The Tower card. On the other hand, you might be seen as someone who's egoistic and prideful and I'll recommend you to calm down your ego a little bit if it's needed.
Midheaven in Taurus - If someone has this natal placement and wants to be a musician, I think this is a sign to maybe pursue that field. Taurus is ruled by Venus and the Moon is exalted in this sign, so it's a great placement for any artistic type of career. You may be noticeable when you show your elegancy, your feminine side or when you radiate beauty. Taurus rules over The Hierophant card, while Venus rules over The Empress card. The Hierophant is associated with tradition and conformity, while The Empress represents the divine feminine energy. This tells me that your public presence may be traditional or you may look the way that people expect you to look. You might seem to people that you're a normal or naturally beautiful person.
Midheaven in Gemini - People may like you, because you're charming, you communicate effectively and you get along well with others. Air signs are generally liked by other people, 'cause they're so relatable. The word charm is so Mercury coded, since it rules over The Magician card and the words can be very charming. On the other hand, Gemini rules over The Lovers card, which does represent duality, communication and multifaceted personality, which aligns well with the Gemini sign. You may become well-known when you start talking to people and use your charm, 'cause the communication is the key for your success. You might also be perceived as funny and flirty kind of person. You could be a great comedian with this placement, but it depends on how your natal Mercury is placed.
Midheaven in Cancer - I feel that you may become noticeable when you show the gentler side of yourself and when you present yourself to be a homeboy or a homegirl. You could be the people's sweetheart, 'cause the Moon represents the public and something that's comfortable. Cancer is associated with The Chariot card, which represents strong will and determination and Cancer is a cardinal sign, so it makes sense. You may look as a provider to some of the people too. The planet Moon represents The High Priestess card, which is a symbol of the intuition and the feminine energy too. Since Cancer is a water sign, you may seem as an emotional and nurturing person to people, even mysterious at some point. Maybe that's how you should act in the public sphere.
Midheaven in Leo - Okay, here we are now! Turn on the lights and cameras!!! Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce the performers tonight! This is the vibe I feel every time I hear about Leo Midheaven placement and you're one of the performers out there. I mean you should be one of them. You might attract the people to you when you use your creative talents, express yourself and get onto the stage. You could also work with the children, because the 5th house is related to them, or you may just act childish in your work environment or in the public eyes. The combination of The Strength card (which is ruled by the Leo sign) and The Sun card itself makes the natives who seem to be brave, courageous, generous, warm-hearted and optimistic. You may not have these characteristics in your own personality, but that's how people may perceive you when they see you for the very first time.
Midheaven in Virgo - Oh God! I kinda feel sorry for you. If you want to be successful and noticeable, I think you should look like you're clean 24/7. People may sense that you're always nervous, even anxious and that you lack spontaneity. Mercury (The Magician) also rules this sign, but there's more analytical side of the Mercury present here. Virgo rules over The Hermit card, which is related to the introspection, wisdom, perfection, and seeking clarity. You may be a perfectionist in your working field or you just seem to be like that. You're definitely someone who has some knowledge and wisdom and you can use them for your career. You might also be on service to the people and they might even seek you for some kind of clarity. This is a great placement for working at the health industry and you may become successful as a fitness trainer too.
Midheaven in Libra - Another sign ruled by Venus (The Empress). I'll encourage you to always be a people's person if you have this placement, because you could get so much success in your career path. Since Libra is related to The Justice card, this is basically a perfect placement for partnerships, negotiating and team work in career. You could do great in law-related fields, 'cause Libra and The Justice card is all about balancing, harmony, understanding client's needs and fighting for something that's right. I think that people may naturally love you or you may attract a lot of people because of your charming, beautiful and relatable energy. When you develop your negotiating skills and start working with other people, you could get success and even fame if it's actually possible.
Midheaven in Scorpio - You might work on something that you're passionate about with this placement. Mars, the ruler of this sign, is a very passionate planet and with Scorpio, Mars (The Tower) shows its more sexual and emotional side (Mars dominant people may have deep emotions actually). Similar with the Aries Midheaven, your career might be dealt with a lot of ups and downs, which may be the influence by The Tower card. The planet Pluto is a modern co-ruler of the Scorpio too and it rules over The Judgement card. You may be punished, judged and scrutinized by a lot of people. They either like you or hate you, nothing in between. Scorpio is associated with The Death card, which can mean that your career might be transformative to you or to other people. Speaking of fame, you could be noticeable when you accept the darker side of yourself. Your mysterious persona may give you attention from others.
Midheaven in Sagittarius - Whenever I hear about this particular sign, it always reminds me of the old man who knows everything and shares his wisdom to other people. Maybe you're someone who has been always perceived as a know-it-all person, even if you deeply know you don't know everything, but that's how people see you. When you share your philosophies, teach others, become open minded, allow yourself to be free and adventurous, people may start to notice you and your career may flourish too. Sagittarius is related to The Temperance card, so you might be someone who has a calmed, nonchalant or even carefree approach to your career as well. Jupiter rules over The Wheel of Fortune card, which means that you may have some sort of luck when it comes to your career path, but this depends on how your Jupiter is placed in your natal chart.
Midheaven in Capricorn - Your approach to the career may or should be serious. People may always see you as someone who's stable, grounded and ambitious. Capricorn is associated with The Devil card, which represents material world. While you can become successful in your field, don't let your success make you even more materialistic and lustful. Saturn rules over The World card, which represents success, but also the structure and organization. There could be a chance for you to become famous or successful if you use your hard working skills and make realistic and ambitious goals. This is a great placement for practicing your own leadership skills, since Capricorn is a cardinal sign, which makes sense. Make sure to work consistently, 'cause Saturn doesn't like shortcuts.
Midheaven in Aquarius - This placement can make you seem to be one of the unique people out there, or just one of the basic people. Aquarius rules over The Star card, so you may absorb other people's energy or naturally attract other people because of your reliability or you being different from the rest (11th house thing). You could also work with a lot of people, in the environment where you can share your ideas, which could be ahead of your time. This sign is ruled by Saturn (The World), so you might need some form of a structure if you want success in your career. Aquarius is co-ruled by Uranus, which is associated with The Fool card, so you might take some risks when it comes to your career. You may also use your intuition to realize whether some kind of job is good for you or not. You may likely to become famous when you expand your horizons, break free from the societal norms and accept your uniqueness. But also be careful of not to overstate everything, 'cause people may start to think that you're crazy or too weird.
Midheaven in Pisces - Similar with the previous one, you could also be guided by the intuition when it comes to your career path. Pisces rules over The Moon card which represents illusions and it means that your career path may likely lack stability in any way, shape or form. This sign is ruled by Jupiter (The Wheel of Fortune) and co-ruled by Neptune, which is related to The Hanged Man card, which does represent wisdom, sacrifice, prophecy etc. You might be perceived as empathetic, humble, sweet and idealistic and your career may be spiritual as well. You could be an astrologer, psychic medium or even a healer. I think that working abroad may fulfill you our you could spread some prophet words too. People may start to appreciate you or notice you when you start to help them unselfishly, to show your empathetic persona or to be on service for others.
Another astrology observation of mine has come to an end. Hope you can resonate with these messages. Mind you that this observation is general and for the collective of people. I don't mean that everyone will become famous, that depends on many factors, such as our home environment, childhood, chances, luck etc. But regardless, I hope you enjoyed it. Sending you all love and light.
Best regards,
Paky McGee
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Just thought of something FREAKY in class⊠Single father Satoru looking for a babysitter and youâre looking for a side income during semester break and the tension goes crazy!!!! âWe shouldât be doing this my son will wake upâ IâM GONNA SCREAMMMM
BLISS, PURE BLISS
a/n: happy new year LMFAOOO. thank you for all the asks btw i promise ill answer them asap đ„č / @shotorus @osaemu @shidouryusm @mysugu @hyomagiri â±
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warnings: âonee-sanâ used but more of just addressing reader as an older figure because saying babysitter is kinda weird lol (kind of like how chinese people use ć§ć§ even if they are not related), fem!reader, dilf!gojo, age gap (gojo in his late 30s, reader in mid-20s), angst if u squint, bit of slow burn n tension, making out, use of âslutâ and âwhoreâ, praise, oral (f! receiving) / cunnilingus, clit stimulation, unprotected sex, p -> v sex, multiple rounds, consensual filming, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut
âno fucking way . .â you mumble mostly to yourself, standing in front of the largest house of the gated community in roppongi, and while you knew the people here were excessively and obnoxiously rich, youâre never quite prepared until youâre getting a key card specifically mailed to your name just so you could enter.
youâre not even shameful when you take a video to send to your best friends, locking your screen almost immediately because you knew youâd never get to the job on time if you replied to them. with calculated steps, youâre walking up the house thatâs designed with a modern structure, yet still retaining characteristics of a traditional japanese home. itâs less prominent at the front of the house, though.
â(y/n)-san, was it?â a voice startles you out of your ogling sessions. if the garden was already this nice, what would be in store for you when you went in? youâll be finding out soon when your employer himself opens the door to you, a man with striking white hair and equally striking blue eyes that seem to look right into you. heâs dressed in a suit, probably no doubt ready to get to work while youâre out here taking your time. you cringe, immediately walking up to the door.
ây-yes! yes, iâm sorry sir, i was just uhmââ
he holds that intimidating stare just for a moment but then he breaks into a smile that mirrors the bright sun that shines down on the porch.
âitâs alright . . itâs not everyday youâre working at some rich guyâs house, right?â he jokes but that strikes a little ick into you â heâs already ticking the boxes of obnoxious and excessively rich, but you hate the effect heâs having on you.
âyeah . . no, i guess,â he hums in reply before sticking a hand out.
âgojo satoru,â he introduces himself, âcall me anything but that sir shit, alright, doll?â
you nod obediently, trying not to let the little pet name get to your head because he probably does this to any babysitter who comes through the house, but either way, heâs welcoming you in and itâs like you step into a world unreal. itâs spotless, the floors shining under the sunlight, a large television in the living room, a spacious open concept dining-kitchen area, and this is just the first floor.
gojo takes his time to show you the house â where his kidâs toys were, where the food was, where the bathrooms and bedrooms were, it was never-ending. every step you took made you feel like you were walking the length of the nile, each turn only revealing more rooms and corridors.
and then, finally, his baby boy.
âheâs a cheeky one, takes after his dad,â even with all the cockiness heâs shown to you, you can tell he has a soft spot for his kid. the boy stirs from his fatherâs voice, gleaming in happiness as he puts out his smaller hands to be picked up. as he settles into his arms, itâs just sinking in how tall your employer is. he makes a toddler look like a baby with how small his son looks wrapped snugly.
âsatoshi, hi,â he whispers, bouncing the kid in his arms, âwant to say hi to your onee-san?â
you manage a small wave but all he does is turn to hide in his fatherâs arms, definitely scared from a random stranger suddenly talking to him.
âsheâs going to be taking care of you for the next month or so, you know?â he mumbles, brushing a hand through the matching white hair, âbe nice to the babysitter, okay?â
all satoshi does is hum into his dadâs neck before heâs giving you a sheepish smile. âheâs like that, donât worry about him.â and you return the smile, thinking that he wasnât that obnoxious that you thought and that maybe heâs really a dad trying his hardest for his one kid. you realise heâs taking too much time, though, and so you sought out to remind him.
âoh, uh sirâ gojo-san, donât you have to go to work?â
although heâs mentioned satoshi to be taking after him, the boy goes right back to sleeping when heâs put back into his bed so you follow gojo as he adjusts his cuffs and smoothes out his collar just outside the room and you make the mistake of glancing upon the mirror on the far end of the corridor â it was undeniable that you looked like a high-end couple whoâs newly married and raising a kid. you try to shake off the thoughts of adjusting his tie for him.
âitâs not being late if youâre on top.â he smirks and you resist the urge to roll your eyes; at least you werenât alone in purging the delusional thoughts from your head, he was basically helping you at this point and you struggle between characterising him as conceited and admirable. âbut, yeah, i should get going.â
but he stands at the door with backpack slung onto one shoulder while he continues to explain satoshiâs routines to you, his habits and also had to sneak in a few cute photos of the kid while squealing repeatedly and youâre left wondering how this guy could be the CEO of a company.
itâs been like that for as long as you can remember â bidding goodbye to your parents as you tell them that youâre off to your part-time job over the winter break. theyâre happy youâre even leaving the house, shoving your lunch into your hands with big smiles that youâre at least doing anything other than sitting in your room. the train ride to the gated residential was nice, too, apart from the very crowded subways for people going to work in roppongi.
gojo greets you every morning when you arrive, reminding you of satoshiâs feeding times and his favourite shows and everything a father should know but donât have the luxury to experience with aforementioned kid. itâs a little bittersweet, every time you see him kiss satoshi goodbye that turns into remaining in his room, to holding your hand and saying goodbye to daddy from the second floor, to getting carried by you at the front door.
itâs slow but sure progress day after day, from watching his cartoons, feeding him at the kitchen island, playing with his toys, that satoshi feels more and more comfortable with you, learning that while he was a well-behaved boy, he definitely had hints of your employer in him. mannerisms, words, voice, you wonder whether he even got any part of his mother in his genes.
youâd never ask, though, but it was told. unexpectedly.
âiâm homeââ the last parts of his word die down into a whisper when he opens the door to see satoshi cuddled up to you, the last bits of home alone playing softly. by now you already know what happens in the movie so youâre texting your friends and laughing softly to yourself, jumping when your boss steps past the doorway. gojo winces when he checks his watch (âfuck. itâs already ten.â), toeing his shoes off and apologising simultaneously.
âohâ man, iâm so sorry, i had a late meeting with the CEO of our neighbouring franchise, i totally forgot about the timeââ gojoâs quick to make his way down to the small pit of the house (he likes to call it the conversation pit), settling down on the side where satoshi had his head in your lap as his eyes linger on the movie. instinctively, his hands reach to pat his leg.
âoh, itâs okay, gojo-san, itâs the holidays anyway.â
âyeah?â he turns to you, one arm propped on the back of the sofa, âand why donât a pretty girl like you have any plans?â
that catches you off-guard, among the many other times heâs called you pretty or sweets like no care in the world. youâre never quite used to it, too, seeking to fluster you. âyou shouldnât say stuff like that to me, gojo-san . .â
âwhy not?â heâs turned back to the television, now, and you take his place, staring at his side profile as the scenes of the movie move along his face. âiâm a single dad, arenât i?â
âyeah but . . you could have anyone.â
âwhat if,â he turns and you chicken out, head snapping back to the front while he watches you and the both of you cannot deny the tiring dance you perform around each other all the time. the clench in his heart when he sees you carry his baby boy at the porch and the small smile he gives you every morning before he leaves for his job. he doesnât want to go through with it and sighs.
itâs become hard to breathe around you. itâs become hard to hold himself back around you.
âi worked too much.â he suddenly says, facing the TV again. âi was too engrossed and . .â
confusion seeps in at first. yeah, it was no secret he worked his ass off despite being at the very top. your gaze falls to satoshi, curling more into your side like heâs cold and you adjust the blanket. you nod in recognition.
âwe fought a lot. i triedâ i tried to alter my schedule as much as i could, driving to and fro whenever she needed me, bringing satoshi to work as a baby when we couldnât come to a compromise, but it was a lot. for her, for satoshi. he could sense whenever we were about to fight, on edge voices, items clattering to the floor . .â
by now, heâs leaned back, back of his hand resting on his forehead, âand heâd cry like he was interrupting us. cheeky, i told you,â and his eyes close, âwe hardly reached middle ground. it was either this or that, hire a nanny or we take care of him, my endless job or the joy of life. iâm ashamed that iâve prioritised my job more, and still do it now.â
âif you didnât, i wouldnât be here, would i?â
that draws a chuckle out of him, âcorrect.â
âshe couldnât take it, not when she was a businesswoman on top of that. she was out doing herself at every aspect in her job, going to greater heights, and while she accused me of putting work first, she isnât entirely innocent, either. but thatâs . .â
âyou donât have to say anything, gojo-san,â you mumble as you watch the reunion of the characters in the movie before the screen cuts the black, no doubt affecting him in some way at the warmth displayed by the movie that contrasts heavily with his situation, âthe fact that you even told me is . .â
the heavy atmosphere is disrupted by satoshi gasping, âpapa! youâre home.â
you exchange awkward smiles as you watch the boy fight his way out of the blanket to hug gojo, the latter huffing when the boy drops his body weight on him and you take it as a sign to give them a bit of privacy, standing up to clean up the popcorn and cups. laughter and your employerâs voice resonate throughout the place even as they go up the stairs, a rare occasion where gojo is able to get his son ready for bed.
itâs only maybe an hour later when the house falls into silence. mouth burning from the mouthwash, the heater in satoshiâs room turned to a high setting, one bedtime story was read (which, he fell asleep halfway), the boy was out like a light. you felt it inappropriate to leave without at least saying goodbye, but you also didnât want to cut into their time together; at least, thatâs what you told yourself.
so you waited with your things on the kitchen island, getting a risky text just as gojo comes down, still in his suit from work.
[11:02pm, nobara -> you] BITCH GET THAT DICKKKKK!!!!!!!Â
and you yelp softly, slamming your phone down onto his marble counter. thankfully, he doesnât notice, eyes close to shutting from fatigue.Â
âoh, shit, youâre still here?â
âi thought it would be, weird, if i didnât say goodbye,â you get ready to leave, slinging your tote bag on, âbut i also didnât want to intrude on your time with satoshi, limited as it is.â well, you did also wish something would happen, but you had too much pride to admit it to yourself.
âyou got a ride home?â he yawns and you feel guilty for extending your stay already. you didnât even need to worry about the front door, he lived in a gated community for christâs sake!
âum, not really, but i can always book an uber home.â
âiâll drive you home, itâs unsafe,â is all he says like heâs trying to convince himself, âlet me just get changed and we can go.â
gojo doesnât leave you any room to protest before heâs up the stairs again and youâre left with a pounding heart and dizzy head, not sure what might ensue. you know him to be honourable; youâve seen him with his child, youâve seen him interact with his neighbours, but a late ride with your boss sounds sketchy as it is.
but it doesnât feel like it when you feel the tokyo wind blowing through your hair, a slight gap in the window bringing you the chills of the night as he silently drives you back home. sitting in your employerâs car most of all felt weird, but even more so when heâs reaching your home faster than the gps system had predicted. his knuckles are white.
âyouââ
your head snaps to him, âyes?â
his car headlights are the brightest in the parking lot where every car is silent, quiet, much like his clammy hands and red cheeks. gojo satoru turns to you, feeling that familiar tug in his heart and lump in his throat for the first time in a while, and he canât speak.
but you lean forward like your life depends on it and you leap inwardly when you see that he does the same. eyes trained forward, your stares boring into the other, waiting to see whoâd close their eyes first. you just stop short of an inch, met with the hypnotising swirls of raging oceans in gojoâs eyes and you swallow when his eyes flit down to your lips and back up like he wouldnât get caught.
with shaking hands, your fingers trace over his lips and you sigh when you feel just how soft they are, just like his skin, just like his eyes when they look at satoshi. your heart skips a beat when he just lightly kisses the pads of your fingers, and that encourages you to cradle his cheek, up his jaw, up his undercut.
âletâs just kiss, yeah?â he was afraid that if he spoke too loud, heâd shatter the glass, snap the string of tension, voice cracking until you swallow it, you stomach his nervousness with a lively, strong kiss from your lips to his, and he just melts.
gojo hums into the kiss, leaning forward over the stick shift and into the passenger seat before you counter it with your own movements: hand on his shoulders and pushing until youâre on his space of the driverâs seat and playing the game of tug thatâs been going on for the past few weeks. you win.
âgod, youâre so . .â gojo whines out when you climb onto him, whispering into your mouth while you get comfortable in your straddling position, cutting him off with a second, rougher kiss and you both moan softly, passion taking over in the evident way your arms scramble to wrap around him while he pulls you flush against his front.
the car is filled with sounds of your kissing, something that definitely shouldnât be done in his home and yet you risk it all in your homeâs parking lot. you break the kiss and hide in his neck, already starting the makings of a hickey there while your pelvis selfishly grinds into his front and he kneads your ass. in the mingling of breaths and moans, heâs left to stop the two of you when thereâs a muffled ringtone coming from your bag and you swallow at the insanity of the situation.
âiâll see you, monday, right?â gojo breathlessly says later, bulge still showing through his sweats while you hang outside the driverâs side, not wanting to leave. he takes your hand, planting a peck on it and then brings you in for another harmless kiss.
âyeah, gojo-san . . monday.â
you lose count of how many times youâve swallowed throughout the night, but he says something to lift the mood just a bit.
âwe just made out and youâre still calling me by my last name?â
you laugh lightly, âmonday, satoru. iâll be there, same time, on monday.â
gojo leaves a farewell kiss to the inside of your wrist, âattagirl.â
 but if youâre not careful, it might just happen in satoruâs house.
the remainder of your employment at his house is tiring. itâs so hard not to kiss him before he leaves for work, so difficult not to long for him while you take care of satoshi, so entirely harrowing not to claim him as yours as you watch him play after his work. at this point, youâre hoping school will just start soon and the rush of assignments and readings will take your mind off of it, but you cannot deny the excitement every time you leave your house.
âyouâll bring food and cook every monday, wednesday, friday, and iâll order food for the both of you every tuesday and thursday, howâs that?â gojo thinks itâs time to introduce him to larger pieces of food, but itâs gone past that by now and to your meal arrangements.
âiâm okay with cooking, though!â you assure him, and plus, you loved your parentsâ home cooked bentos that they give you everyday, âdo we gotta?â
âsorting out meals is tiring, (y/n),â gojo takes the place beside you, leaning against the counter just like you before drinking out of his cup, âi want to at least help at little.â
âyou already are.â you smile, âi can see you making the effort.â
âitâs not enough, though, i could be doing better.â
gojo hates how this scene sets up â like two parents just figuring out the best for their kid â itâs a callback to the memory in the same exact kitchen. at least all you do is kiss and make out, because he wouldnât know what to do if you moan out his name in that same intimate way that threatens his walls to come down again. he loved sex, he loved the bedroom, but heâs riding a thin line the way heâs doing with you.
âyou are,â is everything that you say, and you leap forward to kiss him. you do it so hard that he has to put down the glass to fully embrace you, walking you backwards to the conversation pit and he carries you so effortlessly because he doesnât want you walking backwards down some stairs.
he hates how you bring him into your lips, he hates how gently he lays you down, and he hates how you accept the kisses down your neck and body. you, on the other hand, arenât doing so well, either â itâs either a hit or miss with a broken man like gojo satoru, and youâre stepping on glass shards hoping you donât say anything wrong with him because heâs trying his best but he just canât see it.
âare you okay with this?â he asks halfway down your torso and he gets lightheaded from how well his hands cover your waist. âtell me to stop, and iâll stop.â
ân-no . . keep going, satoru.â
he exhales shakily at that, fingers tugging your top up and his hands are so cold you resist shivering, but you do anyway from the sheer fucking craziness that gojo drives you into. one pop of your button, and youâre already lifting your hips off the couch for him to remove your pants but movement on the stairs make you halt.
âpapa?â satoshi calls out sleepily, rubbing his eyes and pouting. you can see it, almost, with how much time youâve spent with the kid, and you hope he canât see you. âi . . i had a nightmare and i justâ i wanna sleep with you.â
heâs started sniffling and you feel your heart break that he knows his papa well enough to know he would never sleep in his room. his job always has him sleeping out in the living room.
go. you mouth, kissing your fingers and pressing it to his lips before he puts on a show â yawning, stretching his arms, already making satoshi feel at ease with his theatrics before heâs stopping at the foot of the stairs to look back at you. you already know gojo satoru has redeemed himself a hundred times over. iâll see you tomorrow.Â
funnily, satoshi somehow does have some intervention powers, because each time the both of you attempt to go down on each other, heâs either saying he threw up, or he needs to use the toilet, or that heâs hungry. while you both love him to death, itâs also becoming difficult to hold back each time you see each other. his car in your parking lot is all he has and you dare not to go to his workplace where rumours would spark.
so after a tiring night of getting a hyper satoshi to sleep, youâd at least try. at this point, you know not to expect too much out of it, starting always with some talking. it was easy to talk to your boss, and when you phrase it like that, it did come off a little strange, but it was far from that when your boss in his late 30s looked just like he did ten years ago and that he had crazy blue eyes and insane white hair and was hot.
âthank you for taking care of him for the past month and a half,â gojo thanked you, leaning over to give you a peck to the temple, âit means a lot.â
âheâs a sweet boy, plus, i do need the money,â you giggle, nudging him, âand it did let me get to know you . .â
âcertainly,â he mumbles. drunk off your scent, he leans in again, kissing you fully on the lips now. you hum softly, going on your tippy toes and wrapping your arms around his shoulder. swiftly, he props you on the kitchen counter and you yelp in surprise, unable to help the throb of your pussy when he slots himself in between your legs.
jokingly, he puts his hand to his ear. âno satoshi interruption tonight?â
you smack his shoulder, âdonât jinx it.â
he laughs, a proper laugh before he sighs shakily, fingers thumbing your sides gently. âyou know . . we shouldnât be doing this,â you feel your heart sink a little, but he quells it with hovering lips over yours, âhe could hear and wake up.â
âthen why have you been accepting all my kisses, gojo satoru?â your eyes challenge him, but you know one touch from him would have you submitting to him. his breath fans over your lips, and you can feel his pulse speed up when your fingers go over his neck, to his nape, to his undercut. you run your fingertips through it.
âyou have too much power over me, simple.â that sentence has your eyes fluttering close. itâs too much for you and yet you welcome it with open arms, âitâs become so bad that youâre all i think about.â
âis that so?â you pull lightly on his hair.
he nods, foreheads touching now and heâs trying to hold himself back, but, âiâve been holding back, entirely too much, baby, and i donât think i can, anymore.â
âyeah?â you whisper, bringing him in with your legs, âshow me, then.â
gojo satoru decides that maybe taking the leap isnât so bad, so he fully gives himself to you, tugging your lips to his in a clashing kiss that has you groaning in pain just a bit. he giggles and apologises and tries again, and this time, itâs got your hips moving against him, whimpering into his mouth. gojoâs hard just from kissing, something that heâs desperate to relieve himself off so â heâs whispering for you to hang on while he slots his hands under your ass and lifts you.
satoru knows his house well, walking up with you in tow and lips still on yours, right into his room. you giggle when he plops you down and heâs already looking forward to ravishing you, but â
âlet me check on satoshi for a sec.â
you laugh silently, âof course, satoru, go.â
and once your bossâ made sure his son is out cold in slumber, heâs all over you again and definitely showing you how much heâs been holding himself back. youâre the pure focus of the night, making you chase for more when he pulls away and kissing down your body. he worships it, tongue circling a nipple while his hand plays with the other, eyes staring holes into yours from how intense the blue was.
âs-satoru . .â
âyes, sweets, what is it?â
âfeels goodââ you whine, back arching into his hold once he leaves your tits and continues down your body. each kiss is like hellfire against your cold skin, and he pops a button and listens out again, both of you sighing in relief and giggling to each other when you donât hear a knock on the door.
âdoes it? good.â itâs tantalisingly slow, the pace at which gojo peels your clothes off, but when your pants are finally off, he marvels at your beauty as he brings your legs apart. youâre shy, hiding yourself behind your arms and resisting his hands.
âaht, no, câmon, show yourself, baby.â he only moans when he sees the dark patch at the centre of your underwear, pressing a finger into your clit and youâre ashamed at how intensely you react to it. gojo continues his torture, thumbing your bud just to watch your face contort into pleasure, âso, so pretty.â
you preen at the praise, even more so when he pulls your panties to the side and sucks slowly on your clit. itâs slow, again, and youâre clutching the sheets so tight when he lays his tongue flat against your pussy. satoru takes his time, savouring each bit of your cunt to make up for lost time, filling the room with the lewdest noises of your sopping cunt on his tongue.
âtaste so fuckinâ sweet, pussyâs sâgood,â he practically moans into your core, arms wrapping around your thighs to bring you closer while you try to keep your noises down to a minimum. little pants and mewls leave your lips, eyes never leaving the head of hair.
but heâs unpredictable, as gojo always is, so when heâs hovering over you just to give you a little innocent kiss, you think nothing of it, until heâs back in front of your pussy and starts eating you out like a starved man. you let out a loud moan, dragging it out until youâre gulping down your next sounds. it doesnât help much, though, cause gojoâs slurping at your pussy like itâs the end of the world.
âs-satoruâ! too muchââ you moan but your hips grind into his mouth, your hands now finding purchase in his hair, ât-too loud.â
âmmfâ donât care,â he mumbles into your cunt, making sure he gets every drop of your arousal on his tongue while he abuses your clit, alternating between flicking his tongue and sucking hard and you think itâs the best head youâve ever gotten.
ânot when your cuntâs so perfect,â you only press his head deeper into you like it would stop his muffled sentences, but that only spurs him to suck harder before he just shifts down a little to plunge his tongue into your hole. you choke out a moan as his nose nudges your clit, clenching around his muscle.
ârelaxâ mmhh, you gotta relax, baby,â heâs massaging your thighs but if anything it does the exact opposite, closing your thighs around his head in sensitivity.
âitâsâ h-hard to,â you moan out, already feeling the coil in your tummy thatâs approaching oh, so quickly when gojo eats you out like this. he shifts his attention back to your puffy clit, eyes flicking up to make contact with yours and you shrivel under his intense stare, âw-when youâre making me feel sâgoodâ!â
you feel him smile into your cunt but he says nothing, taking note of the drop of your jaw, the scrunch of your eyes, the contractions of your stomach. your legs like to straighten out and shake when youâre close, he memorises. when you start to tighten your grip on his hair, he ingrains it in his mind.
âcummingâ iâm c-close,â but itâs like satoru doesnât even need it when his eyes digest the way he sends you over the edge with just his tongue.
âgâ god! satoru!â your mouth falls into a silent scream after, head dipping so much into the pillow while you grind your cunt into his face, gushing all over his face with a renewed spirit and regret for all those times that men have rubbed your left lip thinking it was your clit.
âlet it go, yeess . . thatâs it,â satoru doesnât hesitate to get sloppy, sucking up all your cum, gasping for air once heâs done with his meal, âpretty girl just came all over my face.â
you struggle to your elbows despite the words he utters, propped up just to catch a glimpse of him and the soaked bottom of his face that stretches into a smile.
âwas that better than all the uni boys whoâve never felt the touch of a woman?â you laugh at that, making quick work of grabbing his chin and bringing him back to your lips.
âmuch, much better.â and you take the opportunity to flip the tables, trembling, shaking legs trying their best to wrap around his torso to straddle him â but once youâre over, youâre not quite sure what to do apart from letting your hands roam all over the expanse of his shoulders and chest.
âand can she do it again all over my cock?â the obscene words sound almost taboo falling from his mouth that your mouth drops open in initial shock, but it subsides into anticipation soon enough.
wordlessly, you take matters into your own hands, fingers making quick work of his trousers while he removes his top impatiently. the scowl on your face is prominent when you struggle to work his belt out and he chuckles with helping hands, the burn on your face deepening.
âthere,â gojo giggles and he pulls you in with a peck-filled apology, âdonât worry, we have all the time in the world.â
you hum, ânot when your son could knock any time soon.â
that prompts a giggle that fades off into a loud moan once your warm hand wraps around him, something that heâd never tell you how many times heâs fantasised about. slowly, you stroke his cock, excruciatingly slow just like how heâs done to your cunt earlier.
youâre hovering over him, now, dragging his tip along your pussy and whining softly at the pre-cum that mixes together with your juices. you need him into you as soon as possible, and apart from your soon burning thighs, youâve been wanting this for as long as youâve stepped foot into his house from the very first day.
inch by inch, you sink down onto gojoâs weeping cock, getting the luxury of feeling his sensitive twitches with the plunge into your cunt. youâre glad at least he had offered to stretch you out just a tad bit earlier, the intrusion of his fingers already having you panting for his dick; and now, when you have the real thing, it drives your mind insane.
âât-toruâ haah . .â your body curls up from the painful stretch, lips muttering the nickname unknowingly as you grasp onto his shoulders for support, and while he helps you on, he never stops saying the most filthy things, grinning each time you clench around him.
ânever thought iâd be here, fuckinâ the babysitter, but here we are,â your oh my god is whispered only for the other to hear, body burning up from the words before he grinds his pelvis into yours and you slump forward in pleasure. your words are a bunch of nothingness, a string of incoherence, âand her pussyâs just so fuckingâ tight!â
giving you one or two breaths of rest, satoru coos in your face, cradling it and littering kisses all over it before heâs moving his hips and youâre breaking the kiss to whine out, moving your hips to meet his as well. you move sooner or later, bouncing on his cock once youâre more used to him in you and the position only hits all your spots just right.
âf-fuckâ youâre so bigâ!â you roll your hips into him, eyes stuck on how thereâs just a small bump in your tummy each time you bottom out. your boss from across you is equally ruined, eyes struggling to keep open with wet hair stuck to his forehead. âfeel so so g-good . .â
âyeah?â he breathlessly mumbles, hand squeezing and kneading your ass and trying to help you, but the warmth of your cunt around his length just feels too good. âbounce on that dick, baby.â
and you do, planting your feet into the bed and fingers creating bruises along his shoulders as you impale yourself on his fat cock, switching to relaxing in his embrace and letting your hips do the work when your legs start hurting. there, you indulge in gojoâs lips as you hump him, the delicious friction of your clit against his pubes sending you reeling.
âyouâre going to be soaking my sheets from how much youâre leaking,â gojo jests, letting your moans take over his mind while his lips trace down your neck, eyes just peeking over to see your ass ripple from the force. ânot that i mind. howâs she doinâ?â
âsheâs getting,â a choked whine interrupts you, âa little tired.â
and that draws a laugh out of gojo who does nothing but tease you, something he likes to do even in makeout sessions, and he doesnât hesitate to reach over to his bedsie table to grab his phone, leaning back to bask in your glory. here, your body just looks heavenly as you try your best to move on his lap.
âhang on a little more for me, princess,â with one hand, his larger hand leave chills all over your body and the other points his phone at you, not before making sure you were okay with it, âand smile for the camera.â
you try your best even when his hand make his way to your mouth, pulling it open with his fingers to slot it in. youâre sure you look like a whore right now, but the camera pointed your way only turn you on more, like itâs beckoning you to put on a show. and you loved the attention, so you close your lips around his fingers and start sucking, grinding even harsher on his cock that has gojo stuttering.
âyâyeah, attagirl . .â he grins at the video he takes, âshow the camera how much of a cockslut you are.â
you whine, bringing the hand to your clit while you shove two hands onto his torso to really work your thighs out, feeling that familiar curl in your stomach once he starts rubbing his saliva-filed fingers along you bundle of nerves.Â
âr-right there, satoruâ!â you swear under your breath, giving hooded eyes to the camera while you chase your high drunkenly, all sort of coherent thought banished from your head. âlove your cock, love it, love itâ!â
satoru swears he wants to cum from just watching you use him, and even holding himself back is proving difficult when you clamp and tighten around him until his fingers press particularly deep into your clit and youâre cumming with a loud cry of his name, body convulsing all over the video.
âthaâs a good girl . . cream my cock, yeeaaahh . .â gojo watches, hypnotised, as you lose control over your body, but the pleasure-filled whimper that you merge his name with is just too good, that he spills unexpectedly in you. the video is far from stable, so he only slaps the phone down to relish in his orgasm. gojo pushes his hips up and you gasp at the feeling, back arching when you feel his cum seep into you.
youâve never even given much thought to pregnancy, but the feeling of his cum dribbling into you fogs your mind that you only want more after a mental note to buy the morning after pill tomorrow.
ân-need more,â you beg, fondling at his cheeks and undercut, âw-want more cum in me, satoru . .â
and itâs like a flip switches in him, because heâs flipping you over right after â he has to see his cum leave your pussy first though, taking the still ongoing video and putting it right up to your pussy, using his tip to smear your mixed juices all around.
âwho knew iâd hired such a dirty girl?â he addresses the camera more than you, but he catches your flustered glance with a wink and after poorly setting up the camera on his bedside table (he just was too intoxicated on your cunt), heâs pushing back into you with a loud groan, not even caring for the consequences any more. his cum is just so much, too, spilling out the sides.
âonly fâr you,â you mumble, grabbing at his forearms needily. your eyes flutter close as he bottoms out, your legs pushed right up to your chest as he folds you whichever way he wants to. at this point, if he wanted to own you, you wouldnât object one bit, not when gojo satoruâs cock stretches your pretty pussy so nicely. âa cumslut only for you.â
âyeah?â he starts moving his hips and your arch into his hold, âi wonder how i got so â fuck â lucky.â everything is sloppy and wet and disgusting and you love every moment of it, even after heâs cummed in you the second, third, fourth time, youâre happy to be pumped full of his cum, giving him a tired, glistening grin that he returns.
âthink i should be transferring over my life savings for a cunt this sweet,â you giggle at the compliment, but donât protest when heâs pulling up the app to gift you with a hefty amount; both your salary and bonus, all from making gojo satoru fall helplessly just from your touch â something to brag about indeed.
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