#easier in english

[verdiesque]

asking my mom to proofread an email i have to send to ask for job opportunities is so embarrassing like even writing the email makes me wanna crawl into a hole and then asking my mom to read it is even worse

[cubbyhole-for-flea-bee]

Macaque spent the whole season Big-Damn-Hero-ing and was NOT happy about it xD

[visenyaism]

j'adore le franglish content le code switching c'est tellement fun je sautille from a language to another like a gazelle et toi aussi tant que tu voudras :)

OUAIS baby we are so fucking back. franglais est parfait parce que americans get mad AND it sends evil psychic vibes à l’académie française. The phrase “qu’est-ce qu’y’all doing aujourd’hui” came out of my mouth this evening and i think that might be the pinnacle of human language. i love being annoying

[forgettable-au]

Sans do you ever feel that something might be missing?

Maybe he felt like that at some point, maybe for a long time. In the present, I think he's made some kind of peace with it.

Also, I really like the ask blog format, but I don't really mean this to be an ask blog.

So when writing questions, try to refer them to me instead of the characters. That way, they don't have to break the fourth wall lmao. I really wanted to answer this one tho

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[heartsatoru]

Taking what’s not yours

english wasn’t my first language so excuse any mistakes in the writing or smth 😭

WARNINGS!!! dead dove: do not eat. dub/ con dacryphilia, rough sex, hair pulling, virginity loss, deepthroating, dumbification. name calling, fem reader, p in v & other stuff that I forgot 💀

You stay at Yuji’s dorm for the night, but Sukuna decides to play with you before Yuji gained control of his body again.

You staying over at Yuji’s dorm for the night and cuddling with him was nothing out of the ordinary. Your body on his, face nuzzled in his neck, while his arm is wrapped around your back, caging you to him. The smell of him always comforted you as you dozed off into sleep. It’s no secret that both of you have a thing for each other. However, both of you chose to ignore that very obvious fact for whatever reason, even though friends, and even teachers (mostly gojo, teasing you) would ask you when you two would start dating. But you didn’t know how to respond because such a sweet, gentle boy having a crush on you was unbelievable to you. How did you get that lucky?

But Yuji thought he was the lucky one. He loved hanging out with you, going to the movie theaters and watching stupid movies nobody else would watch with him. Yeah, you also thought they sucked and teased him for it, but it was worth it just to see him smile. Going out with him always meant a day full of laughter because of all the stupid things he did and said, which you adored about him. Even missions were fun with him

Obviously, there was always the threat of the ancient curse harming you when he was let out during missions. Such a malicious curse inhabiting a sweet boy like Yuji never stood right with you. You kinda felt sorry for the boy.

But the weird thing was that whenever Sukuna swapped with Yuji to exorcise a curse on a higher grade than both you and Yuji combined, he never even attempted to hurt you.

Of course, there were the occasional threats of gouging your eyes out whenever you had the nerve of looking him in the eye, but besides that, he was almost.. gentle with you?

Yuji also always seemed to be having an internal battle with him too whenever you were around. His cheeks always flushed red as he furrowed his eyebrows while he argued with the curse. You kinda of did want to question him about it but maybe it was a sensitive topic, so you just shrugged it off. Whatever.

But right now, all you could focus on was cuddling with Yuji. You can feel the sense of happiness that always seems to be on him, giving you a sense of security. Your entire body was on his torso and thankfully, you weren’t too heavy for him. You wrapped your arms around his one arm, soon following your legs, slightly wrapped around his lower arm, resting his hand near your inner thigh. Your head was on his upper chest, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat. A small smile crept up on your face, before finally dozing off to sleep. Safe and secure, in his arms…

Until something didn’t feel right.

Something in the air changed.

Something in Yuji changed.

The difference was enough to make you yolt out of your slumber, sweat droplets starting to form on your forehead and chest, before you notice Yuji’s hand coming up to your face.

A deep voice spoke, and you immediately recognized the terrifying voice.

Ryomen Sukuna.

“Scream and I’ll kill you.”

You could feel your heart drop to your stomach at those words. All you could do was pathetically whimper, as you nod your head slowly in compliance, tears forming in your eyes.

You knew you were much weaker than Sukuna. He could easily snap your neck in half at any given time, so fighting him wasn’t even an option.

“That’s my girl.. just be good for me and we’ll both get what we want. Though, i’m sure the brat will wake up in no time.” He responded, leaning near your ear as he held a sly grin on his face.

Then, you felt it.

You felt the hard outline of.. something pressing onto your lower back. Eyes widening in shock, you try to squirm your way out of his grasp as he places his hand over your warm, clothed cunt, relishing it’s heat.

“Fuck..” He groaned, slightly throwing his head back as you continue to squirm on his boner.

“Y’know you really aren’t h-helping your case, right? Such a dumb girl. I haven’t even ruined you yet.”

He sat up & sat you on his lap to have better control of the situation. He watched your futile attempts to escape in amusement, almost mocking you.

Looking down at every curve of your body, the curse started anticipating how it would be like just ruining you. How fun it’ll be squeezing your hips as he ruthlessly ruts into you. Leaving hickies scattered all over your body, claiming you as his.

“Mmmnh—no!! s’kuna—!!” You pleaded, being muffled by his hand over your mouth. You frantically scratch at his hands, despite the growing wetness on you heat.

He chuckles at your struggle. “You’re being awfully loud. Do you want other people to hear us?” He mocks, while he starts kneading your clothed cunt getting you as wet as possible to better able to slide into your virgin pussy easier.

“Nnn—mmmgh.. pleashhhmm..—-!” You cry out. You were a virgin. Was he actually planning on taking this any further? You couldn’t possibly have your first time be with.. him. Tears start to fall down your face & drool coats the hand muffling your cries.

A cocky grin appears on his face. “Don’t worry, you’re doing so good for me. Keep this up and I’ll please you real good, yeah?” He says, smirking against your neck.

Your hips start to thrust up to his touch, begging for him to touch your bare cunt. Your wetness was starting to seep through your panties, making you feel ashamed of yourself. But fuck, you were so horny that it started to ache. You wanted needed him so badly.

You place your hand over his hand that’s kneading your cunt, applying pressure to it shamefully trying to please your needy cunt, much to his surprise.

“Atta girl. Although, I didn’t expect you to be such a slut.” He mocks.

He tugs on your shorts before asking you flirtatiously, “You wanna get rid of these? Yeah? How’s that sound?”

“Nn..mmm..nnoo.. smtop..!” You whimper out, nodding your head no. You didn’t want him to see how badly your cunt needed him, despite you begging him to stop.

Completely disregarding you answer, he swiftly discarded your shorts and panties in one quick motion. You try closing your legs in shame & embarrassment, but to no avail. Sukuna forced your legs wide open, admiring the way your wetness glistens in the moonlight peaking through the window. The cool air on your wet cunt made you shiver, as you squeezed your eyes shut, throwing your head back at what’s to come.

“Dripping wet already? You need me so badly, don’t you?”

Muffled babbles came from your lips. Your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and your eyes followed Sukuna’s hand as it travelled lower and lower.. You watched as he roughly shoved a finger into your soaking cunt, feeling the way your walls seemed to suck him in. Lewd squelching sounds came from between your legs as your own wetness began covering your inner thighs. But that wasn’t enough. You began thrusting your hips up, craving more of his addicting touch. He pushed your hips down forcing you to stay still, leaving him in control of your pleasure. Hitched needy breaths frantically came out of your nose making you feel all flushed and hot.

His finger curled hitting all the right spots as he thrusted in and out of you, sending electric waves through your whole body. You wanted to deny this euphoric feeling but your walls kept clamping around him as he viciously hit your g-spot over and over again, and you just couldn’t bring yourself to stop. His other drool-soaked hand left your mouth, making your moans hard to keep quiet. Sukuna’s hand drifted off onto your cunt, rubbing your bud while his other hand continued thrusting into you rougher. He inserted a second finger, making a scissoring motion as he stretched you out.

Oh my god. His fingers felt heavenly. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as you begged him to stop through broken sobs. What would Yuji think of this? Just imagining his reaction makes you feel awful about yourself. You weakly claw at his hands working at your cunt as an overwhelming feeling starts to build up at the core of your stomach.

“P—please!! ‘Kuna.. you c-can’t—h-hah.. Yuji.. he’s gonna..- Ah—!” Your sentence gets cut off at a new feeling on your cunt.

A mouth formed on his hand. Licking between your folds, thrusting in and out along with his fingers. It was all too much. Uncontrolled sobs leave your lips as tears of overstimulation trail down your face. You looked down at your cunt, watching all the chaos unfold.

Loud slurping noises filled the room, as your legs began to tremble. Juices fell out of your cunt and onto your ass, only to be licked up by Sukuna again. He wouldn’t dare waste a single drop of your essence. Not when he’s been craving you for this long. But this was too much for you. His mouth sucked on your small bud, making you arch your back in pleasure. He continued eating your pussy like a starved man, leaving you to grip the sheets trying to keep yourself steady. All of this pleasure was making you dizzy.

“Hmm? What was that you were saying?” He teased, admiring the tears trailing down your prettyface.

You couldn’t do anything but let out pathetic sobs and whimpers. You lean your head back again and he took that as an opportunity for his lips to litter dark hickies all over your neck. This combination of pleasure was completely foreign and overwhelming for you. You could even feel Sukuna’s clothed brick-hard cock on your ass. The tension in your stomach was building up, fast and strong.

Sukuna took notice of this, with how your walls seemed to clamp around him. He looked down, his head over your shoulder, watching your hips desperately bucking at his movements as his tongue vigorously lapped over your labia, then circling your clit. He started mercilessly thrusting harsher and deeper into you, making you roll your eyes so far back, you swear you’re seeing stars in your vision.

“Feelin’ good?” He groaned, looking up from your neck to see your pretty tears fall on your face.

With a loud cry—-a cord snapped inside of you. Your juices squirted all over his hands as you gasped for air. He watched you squirt on the sheets & on his hands until you’re finally done.

“You taste sweet, y’know that? Here, have a taste.” He says, removing his hands from your overstimulated cunt. The hand with a mouth on it cups your face, his tongue slipping between your lips. He was right, you did taste sweet. Your own taste mixed with his saliva flooded your mouth, as drool seeped down your chin. His mouth vigorously kissed you, and you struggled against him from a lack of air.

You swear you could feel his long tongue reach the back of your throat, before he finally ended the kiss with a string of saliva connecting you two. He left you cumming & gasping for air with just his hands alone. You couldn’t lie, that did turn you on. Your nipples hardened underneath your shirt as you came down from your high. But still, you wanted more.

You lean back against his chest, exhausted. For half a second.. everything felt oddly peaceful.

“Get on your knees between my legs.” He says abruptly.

“W-wha..?”

“You think me pleasuring you came without a cost? Tch. Please.” He rudely responds.

You quickly slid down between his legs despite your own legs being shaky. You met face to face with his hard, giant boner.

Holy shit. Just looking at the outline of his cock, you had no idea how that was gonna fit in your throat, let alone your mouth.

You put your hand over his bulge trying to fathom just how that thing was supposed to fit into you.

“Well?” He impatiently asked, snapping you out of your train of thought.

“Please me like your life depends on it. I don’t care if you’re unexperienced.”

You let out a shaky sigh, eyeing his massive size. Your heart nearly burst out of your chest.

Slowly lowering his pants, you could see the outline of his cock even better. The tip was oozing with precum, leaving a wet patch on his boxers. You pressed his tip with your thumb making his thighs clench under your arms in response as he hissed impatiently.

Hesitantly pulling down his boxers, his cock sprung out. Your eyes widened in disbelief. How was Yuji this big? Then you remembered. Yuji. This was his body. A wave of guilt hit you once more. Tears whelmed in your eyes again, as you began stroking his cock starting at the base. Licking his tip, you licked up all of his salty precum while swirling your tongue all around his tip. Drool seeps down to the base of his cock, lubricating his length for you. Your hands move down to pleasure and stroke his balls and base as your mouth worked its way down the entirety of him.

“Mmgh.. k..keep going. Just like that.” he groaned out in pleasure.

You start to gag around him. His length feels neverending. You can feel him start to reach the very back of your throat and you start to find it harder and harder to not gag.

But you couldn’t even deny the fact that you were getting wet once again. You put one of his legs between your legs, and start grinding your pussy on his thigh. Your clit dripped wetness onto him, but you didn’t even care. He could snap your neck and you’d still squirt all over him.

You started realizing how pathetic you were. You could easily cum off of his thigh alone. A virgin like you being this touch starved for the king of curses was almost comical.

Your moans around his dick sent vibrations all throughout his length, earning in some hearty grunts & curses of approval.

Finally, after what felt forever, you finally took in his whole length. You could hardly breathe. His thick, long cock made it practically impossible for you to get any air in your lungs. Nonetheless, you began to bob your head up and down, relishing the veins on his hard cock.

His breathing got heavy, as he tangled his fingers in your hair slightly pulling at your scalp. Your hands fondled his balls making sure to not leave a single part of his length unattended. Still grinding his thigh, your jaw began hurting from having to make room for such thick length.

He threw his head back, shutting his eyes as his adams apple bulged out. You look up at him for praise, before focusing back on pleasuring him like your life depended on it.

You could feel his cock pressing against the walls of the inside of your throat. That didn’t stop you though, that just meant you were taking in as much of him as possible. He could see the outline of his cock in your throat, turning him further on.

Your nose was all up in his pubes, as his smell filled up your nose. You could care less though. If anything, it just got you wetter.

You were licking & sucking him in all the right places, clearly by the way his cock was already twitching. But you were at your limit. You honestly felt like you were gonna pass from lack of air. He wouldn’t mind if you stopped to take one quick gulp of fresh air.. would he?

You slowed your rhythm before slowly lifting your head to take just one quick second to breathe.

A grunt of dissatisfaction left Sukuna’s lips. Gripping on tighter to the scalp of your hair, he pushed your head back down harshly onto his cock.

“Nggh—.. I’m not pleased. You seriously thought you could stop despite me not cumming yet? You’re too full of yourself, brat.”

He harshly yanked your hair up and down on his cock, thrusting his hips up into your mouth, facefucking you. Your drool coated your chin, his cock, & his thighs. The shock from his sudden action made you stop grinding on his thigh while he continued to make a mess out of you.

He forced your throat to make room for him, going deeper than you even thought was possible. Your jaw went limp as you hopelessly let him have his way with you.

His breaths started getting more frantic and erratic, signaling him being close.

Now this was too much. Sukuna’s pace only quickened as he reached closer and closer to his own release, completely disregarding your gags and whimpers. Your throat ached & you felt sore. You were honestly surprised there was no blood with how roughly he thrusted in and out of your throat. Your throat squeezed his cock dry, pushing him to release strings of white inside your throat before roughly removing himself from you.

Worn out, your head fell onto his upper thigh as you processed what just happened to you.

You could feel the cool wetness trickling down your throat, and into your chest. You started coughing up some of his cum, it being all to much for you to bare.

Sukuna looked down at you, displeased before using a hand to bring your face up & squeeze your cheeks together.

“Waste another drop and you’re dead.” He threatened.

You nod in obedience before swallowing every last drop of his salty, milky cum. Sukuna tilts your head up, swiping a finger over your chin and bottom lip, making you suck his finger & swallow all the excess cum that fell from your lips.

“Good. Doin’ so good for me, princess. Almost done with you.” He praised, while stroking your hair. Your cheeks flushed up at the sudden pet name, but you still felt.. wrong.

“Sukuna..” You hummed out, looking off to the side trying to avoid his gaze.

“Hm?”

“I can’t..-I can’t take anymore.. please bring back Yuji.. please!” You begged, with your tears falling onto his thigh.

“I don’t care what you do or don’t want. Do you even know how long I’ve been wanting you?” He snarled, wiping away your tears with his thumb before continuing, “Far too long. All because of that brat. You shouldn’t even be thinking about him right now, I’m all you need.”

In the blink of an eye, you were on your back with Sukuna over you while his hands ripped off your shirt, grabbing your waist. He ran his hands over the curve of your hips & waist, before settling back at your waist with a grin on his face. You flinched at his touch. His eyes scanned the curves of your breast, the tears still on your face with more welling up in your eyes, and just your beauty in general. He could hardly wait to ravage you.

You realized where this was going, and you knew damn well you weren’t prepared to enough to take in his whole length. Despite your concern, he spat on your cunt using his thumb to spread the wetness into your opening, lubing you up. He felt your cunt clench at this.

But Sukuna could see the fear you held with the way your lips quivered and your breathing became frantic, looking at him with doe eyes practically begging him to stop. “Might hurt a little, but you’ll be fine. Just lay there and look pretty for me, I’ll take care of you. How’s that sound, princess?” He reassured in a flirty tone.

“I.. uhm..” You didn’t trust him at all. The king of curses “taking care” of you? Please. Still, you reluctantly whimpered out a quiet “okay.”

Sukuna loved everything about the way you looked under him, especially how wet your cunt was for him. He was practically unraveling at the sight of it.

Sukuna’s hands travelled to your hips, grabbing them and slightly raising them off of the bed and aligning his tip with your entrance. You tried pulling your hips away, but he had a tight grip on your hips, holding you firm in your place.

You sucked in a breath, preparing yourself for the pain as he slammed into you, stretching your virgin cunt further than you thought was possible.

It stung like hell. You began scratching at his chest, begging him to pull out. Your cries fell on deaf ears, while he continued stretching out your pussy. You could barely form sentences because of how much you were sobbing and pleading.

He began thrusting into you, picking up a fast rhythm. Your moans of pain got louder and louder, filling the room with yelps and sobs. The man between your legs fed off of your cries and begs, losing himself in your cunt.

“N-noo—! Yuji!! Need h-him back!! Please, please!! H-hurts s’much!! I can’t—fuck!!”

“M-moaning another man’s name? Hah. How rude of you.” He grunted out, coldly ignoring your pleas.

You didn’t even care if you were being too loud anymore. You didn’t know how much longer it would take for the pain to turn into pleasure, but it was taking way too long. Despite how much you hated the pain, your pussy still clamped down around him, much to his approval. But fuck, you were still nervous as shit.

His tip kept repeatedly hitting your cervix, making a bulge on your stomach. Your tiny walls practically suffocated his girth, as he mercilessly kept getting rougher and rougher. He wasn’t kidding about “going to please you real good”.

Sukuna suddenly took hold of your hand, placing it on your lower abdomen saying, “You feel that? That’s me right there. I can’t believe his body is doing all of this to you. Adorable.”

Shit, he wasn’t kidding. His dick was bulging out of your stomach and you could feel him thrusting in and out of you. Your eyebrows furrowed every time he slammed into you repeatedly, over and over again, making the bulge disappear then reappear again. Sukuna was hypnotized by this sight, and you were whimpering right underneath him. This was new and scary for you.

Sukuna then grabbed both of your legs placing them on his shoulders, allowing him to go deeper inside of you at a new angle, finding your g-spot.

Your arms tried to reach him to scratch him, to get him away from you, but you couldn’t reach him and were left scratching at the air. A lewd expression came on your face, as your tits bounced at every thrust he made. Your moans grew louder and more frantic and slapping noises filled the room.

Sukuna groaned in ecstasy, as your body quivered from the quickly approaching orgasm you could feel in your abdomen. Every thrust he made, the pain was blending more into pleasure than pain, which made you bite your lip almost drawing blood.

“Mm-mmgh!! Yeah!! Right there ‘kuna!! Please don’t stop.. please please!! Feels so good.. so good! O-oh! I think im gonna— gonna cum.. H-hah..~” You cried out, looking up at him with a lust filled daze.

“Oh? Weren’t you begging for Yuji just now? What’s with the sudden change of heart?” He mused, feeling his release building up.

“N-no..! M’so sorry ‘kuna.. I wasn’t thinking! I o-only need you!! Only you can m-make me feel this good! Y-you were right..!” You moaned, as a sharp cry of pain left your lips with his nails digging into the flesh of your hips.

“That what I like to hear..” he snickered. Sukuna leaned down, while still violating your gummy walls, and placed a sloppy, deep kiss on your mouth. He hungrily devoured your lips while biting them in the process, making them bleed. Your mouth was filled with a metallic taste along with his spit, but you couldn’t get enough of it. His tongue continued to explore the cavern of your mouth, as you tried gasping for air. Your tiny hands gripped at his chest, and tried lightly pushing him away which only resulting in him deepening the kiss.

“Gonna…” He spoke into the kiss before ending it. “M’gonna breed you, pretty girl. Gonna fuck my children into you. Yeah? You want that? You wanna be my pretty little slut?”

He looked into your eyes, taking notice of how there clearly was not a single thought behind those eyes but him. Him and the way he so perfectly pounded into your pussy.

A fucked-out, droopy smile laid out on your lips before you responded “Mhmm… wanna be all yours.. please breed me!! Need you t-to cum in me please.. need your cum s’kuna.. so bad..” With that, you yourself reached your own climax. Your walls gushed around him, sucking him in as you squirted on his cock, drenching his thighs.

But still, he continued pounding into you throughout your orgasm. The continuous torture to your pussy quickly became overwhelming, as whimpers of pain and overstimulation came out of your throat. Your back arched, throwing your head back while you blabbered all sorts of nonsense. Drool seeped through your lips, and you were sure you looked insane.

“Ha-hah.. love..love you s’kuna.. love you s-so much! ‘M gonna be your slut forever a-and ever..” You blabbered on.

“Mmg—Hah, brat. No you don’t. You don’t even know what you’re saying. Got you stupid on my cock, huh?” He bullied, his voice laced with nothing but pure lust.

You eagerly nodded your head, barely even understanding what he said due to your fucked-out state, but you knew you wanted to please him with your response.

He intently observed your face as it twisted in pleasure and pain, and how pretty and sore your lips were as drool poured down the side of them. The bed creaked with every movement he made, ruining the sheets in the process.

Sukuna watched your squelching cunt pulling him back in, with a greedy look in his eyes. He kept craving more and more of you even as he got rougher, and it was driving him insane. Maybe you could be his forever fucktoy. Maybe then, he’d be fully satisfied. He then abruptly let go of your hips, grabbing your upper-back, pulling you close to him.

Your chest pushed up against his as Sukuna’s pace got even more animalistic. Your cum made a creamy ring around the base of his cock. His cock was practically splitting your frame in half while he savored how warm and soft your walls were,embracing him to you. His groans became breathless as he dug his face in the crevice of your neck, trying to suppress them.

You however, felt a familiar sensation building up in your tummy. The way his cock head was so perfectly petting your cervix was making you curl your toes in pleasure as well as building up a third orgasm. You didn’t know how you lived your whole life without being fucked so perfectly by Sukuna, but you didn’t wanna stop anytime soon. Your legs began quaking, as your sensitive cunt began twitching around his shaft signaling your release approaching.

“T-think.. think ‘m gnna cum.. o-oh..” You breathed out, voice shaky.

“A-again? Didn’t know I was making ya feel that good.” He groaned against your neck, planting a few scattered hickies on it.

With that, you both climaxed together. He filled your womb to the brim, milking his balls dry as he coated your red, soft walls white with his cum. There was so, so much cum that some of it fell out of you. You squirted on his cock, walls fluttering around him making a sticky mess on the both you. You felt swarm of butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you finished your orgasm, drenching everything underneath you. Your limbs went limp and he let you fall to the bed with a small thud beneath you.

He slowly pulled his cock out of your sore walls, as a soft sigh left your lips at the lost sensation before he took something rectangular out of his pocket and faced it towards your cum filled cunt. He spread your legs, watching his cum ooze out of your puffy lips, slick with your cum. You saw a flash getting your fucked-out expression in frame, and his seed in your cunt. But you were beyond exhausted and your half lidded eyes were threatening to shut, so you barely knew what was going on. Through your blurry vision, you saw his flushed face, along with his messy hair sticking in all directions smirking down at you.

“Good.. don’t worry about a thing, just go to sleep. I’ll take care of everything.” He commented, zipping up his pants as you began to lose consciousness, your chest still heaving.

“Left a surprise for the brat on his phone, too.” He chuckled, just imagining Yuji’s horrified reaction upon opening his phone in the morning.

Shit. You completely forgot about Yuji.

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can u tell I got lazy towards the end lmfao 😭 oml idk how to properly use commas too so sorry abt that 🙁 buttt apparently i have a really really high reading level so idk maybe im fine 🤷🏽‍♀️ I couldn’t tell if i wanted to type the fanfic in all lowercase or use proper lettering but oh well, too late now :33 ok bye ❤️❤️ wait I feel like i should reread this and add better wording and descriptions.. ehhh oh well what could possibly go wrong 🤷🏽‍♀️ ok bye fr this time ❤️ haven’t done my homework yet and it’s 10:01 pm.. fuck.

[flikkerij]

i was talking with my friends about how dutch dirty talk is such an instant turn off for most of us, and i wonder if thats a dutch thing or a general non-native english speaker thing (or a just my friends thing)

tag with your language!

[placeofwonder]

lately: enjoyed my beautiful town in the sun and reviewed two plays for the student magazine, which is a great outlet for the part of my brain that wishes I was still studying humanities

[codgod]

i feel like i see ppl mischaracterise mariana a lot too but then i also don’t feel like i know his character well enough to articulate in what way lol

like i read. a lot of slimeriana fics. and in some of them his behaviour just feels ? off ? from what i expect it to be but idk how LOL

[moonfulthoughts]

20.01.23 - more studying

I love the look of a candle when you light it for the first time, with the flat surface and everything! Anyway, today i'm hopefully finishing my summary of the course book. And maybe writing some more in my (non-existent) novel :)

[eddiediaaz]

i applied for a job at a call center, even tho it was the worst job i've ever had when i did it for a year in 2014-2015. but i have no choice, i need a job. here are the steps to get hired. the wage would be between $16 and $18 CAD (minimum wage where i live is $15.75 CAD so it's not even a great wage)

send your resume + cover letter and hope to be selected

first assessment on the phone (conversation of about 15 minutes)

french test of 20 questions (only 60 seconds for each question)

english test of 20 questions (only 60 seconds for each question)

a "PI behavorial assessment" of 2 "there's no good or bad answer, we just wanna get to know you" questions

audio test of four difficult 30-second questions that are real work situations/calls where you have to read, listen, and type at the same time (2 in french, 2 in english)

if all of this works out, there's a 30-minute video interview with HR

and another final video interview with the supervisor

is it just me or its fucking CRAZY for a position that's barely above minimum wage???? like. what the fuck why is it so demanding skdfjbndfsds.

but then the dude also told me they received 250 resumes and there are only looking for 2 people, so i guess they have to filter people out, somehow...

[mwagneto]

i left my phone in my room and picked up an actual physical book and sat down on the balcony and read the whole thing can everyone please be so so proud of me

[natasha-in-space]

Take Your Breath Away

Pairing: Saeyoung/afab!reader;

Notes: !Minors do not interact! This one contains smut! Set in RAE timeline, with you getting together with Saeyoung after RAE takes place. Lots and LOTS of pet names. This was a gift fic to a friend, so keep that in mind while reading, as the dynamic between you and Saeyoung was written in a very deliberate way <3

Summary: No birthday is exactly the same, no matter how many years go by in your shared life with Saeyoung. Catching a private moment with your husband can be a bit difficult when there's a whole group of dear friends eager to celebrate yet another year of his life. Which is why a little private celebration was in order.

AO3 link - 8k words (what);

Credit: Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

Despite your hushed footsteps against the smooth, wooden floors of your apartment, you knew Saeyoung probably heard you already. Not that you minded. While sneaking up on him was fun, you had nothing to hide from him anymore. The surprise was ready and waiting. And this was just the ideal opportunity to finally bring your plans to reality.

His birthday was finally today, the day you had been anticipating for weeks now. Though, to prevent him from being overwhelmed with too much attention, you kept your excitement mostly to yourself up until now. From what you could observe of him over the years, Saeyoung was still only getting used to actually celebrating his birthday properly, so you naturally assumed that doing something big and loud wouldn't be something he'd be very happy with. And your wish was for him to spend his birthday with a smile on his face. This year around, his birthday just happened to be on your day off work as well, so you two could spend the entire day together for the first time in a long time.

Given that the rest of the day was set aside for Saeran and the RFA, you made the natural decision to arrange a private surprise that was only for you and him alone. Plus, Saeran seemed to approve of this idea, even creating a small gift for his brother that he entrusted to you to give him. Whether it was due to bashfulness or something else entirely.

It wasn't unusual for you both to be fully awake at midnight. Night was a special time for you, and not just because of the stars now sprinkled across the inky black void of the sky above, twinkling dimly against the bright lights of the city bellow. It was a time when the world slowed down, grew quiet, peaceful. A perfect time for meaningful conversations and sweet moments hidden away under the comforting solitude the night would bring with it. Many of the precious memories you now cherished dearly were made during the night. You supposed that was only natural, considering you both just happened to be night owls through and through, as opposed to Saeran and his beloved, who were more like a pair of early birds.

It was just you and Saeyoung in a cozy space you now called your home, no one to disturb you, and no one to steal the attention back onto themselves. The apartment was a perfect mix of peace and quiet, a welcome reprieve from all the hustle and bustle of the day prior in preparation for the twins' birthday party tomorrow. The living room of your apartment was already decorated for the celebration ahead, with balloons scattered about and a small collection of gifts from you, Saeran, Saeyoung, and Saeran's  partner already waiting on the shelves to be opened.

So, you take your chance while you still can.

"...Happy birthday, love," you whispered at last as you leaned over the back of the couch with cake in your hands, a small smile playing on your lips in anticipation of the upcoming reaction from your husband.

Upon seeing him looking up at you, you gave him a small giggle, knowing that his evident expression of surprise was mostly due to the small cake you had in your hands. Saeran made it himself only a day ago, but you did provide some assistance of your own. You both made sure that Saeyoung was kept in the dark about it up until today, though. When Saeran sought your advice on what gift to give to his big brother, you both decided that a present made by hand would be the best starting point, though it wasn't anything extravagant or expensive.

But Saeyoung had more than enough money for all three of you, after all.

As you placed the small cake on the coffee table, Saeyoung blinked up at you and swiftly glanced back at the clock hanging by the front door, squinting rather adorably. Without a doubt, it was just past midnight. June 11th. Today was the day of his birthday. And the day he was now officially 29 years of age.

Almost hitting his 30's.

"...Oh," Saeyoung blurted out, sounding slightly embarrassed, and immediately you sensed a slight feeling of guilt rising within him as he looks down at his lap for a split second, almost as if he wasn't sure what to say or how to react to your quiet congratulation. Feeling melancholic on this day, particularly at night, wasn't something new to him. Regardless, he quickly shook it off, smiled up at you, and swiftly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you down onto his lap with practiced ease. "You didn't have to-"

"Oh hush," following his lead, you settled on his lap, giving him a small, affectionate smile. "It's your birthday. I want to treat you. Even if it's something small and intimate. I figured tomorrow will be mostly about Saeran and RFA, knowing you. So I wanted to make a little something just about you."

Saeyoung was only able to produce a small 'urgh' sound and shake his head in amusement, but you just laughed and winked at him cheekily. The way you were able to read him like an open book could be borderline unnerving to him at times. But hey, occasionally, he needed to be called out. And you were always eager to do just that, keeping him in check when needed.

"Touché... You know me way too well sometimes. It's unfair," he whined with a playful pout, wrapping his arms more securely around you and leaning back against the couch with a long sigh. Giving your cheek a small kiss, he looked back down at the small cake again, now resting nearby on the coffee table. "You made the cake yourself?"

"Nope! Saeran did. I know you're not as big on sweets as he is, but giving you another box of Dr Pepper seemed kind of ridiculous. Sometimes some good old sugar is not so bad, I think. Saeran worked hard on this for you," you chirped, perking up a bit after hearing about the cake. As you glanced between the dessert and Saeyoung, you smiled and tried your best to observe his reaction.

"Saeran...?"

Saeyoung's eyes widened as he stared down at the cake, a whole cocktail of various emotions filling his gaze behind his thick glasses. That's a reaction you well enough expected of him, just letting him take his time before responding. Even after all these years, he was still adjusting to not being the one who took care of Saeran in their relationship. Saeyoung would often find himself feeling choked up and overwhelmed with even the slightest hint of affection from his younger twin. Even so, he was improving year by year. And you could not be prouder of him.

Considering the time and ingredients that Saeran invested in this little project of his, you were very proud of what he achieved after hours of tireless crafting. Compared to your brother-in-law, baking was not your strong suit. But buying a cake was just not the right choice for you either. So, you delegated that task to Saeran, while you observed him from the side and acted as his inexperienced baking assistant.

The cake was not particularly large or grandiose. Just a simple homemade cake that was medium-sized and decorated with cherries and delicate flowers made of frosting. Though you were certain that there was more hidden meaning involved here than you were aware of. Saeyoung was the one who needed to figure that out, however. The cake was also decorated with a few candles and a traditional 'Happy Birthday' written on top with syrup. Simple, but endearing nonetheless. There was also a small, neat envelope tucked next to it. Something Saeran added there as a sort of bonus. Out of respect, you haven't peeked inside yet.

"...Wow. Yeah. That is definitely a lot more incredible than giving me more Dr Pepper. He really went all out with this... And for me nonetheless," Saeyoung said eventually, chuckling under his breath and gazing down at the cake with softened eyes. He carefully picked up a small cherry from the top and popped it in his mouth, chewing on it with far more care than was necessary. He ended by licking the syrup off his lips after swallowing it. You tried not to stare excessively. You tried even harder to resist kissing him right then and there, but you were interrupted again by his warm voice: "Mm, it's really good! You said Saeran made it himself... how many times did he have to mess it up until this one?"

"Oh, he got it right on first try. Compared to us, he's practically a pastry chef," you groaned a bit, leaning back on his lap comfortably. "If I was to try and bake you a cake myself, it'd take me at least a dozen of ruined cakes before I'd get to something at least decent enough to eat."

Saeyoung snickered as he shook his head when he saw your pouty face. It was obvious that he'll be bothering you about that comment later. That was not important right now, though. He looked at the small envelope next to the cake, raising a curious eyebrow instead.

"And what's that?" he asked.

"Oh, a small letter he wrote for you!" you grinned after following his gaze, looking back down at his face with a small, knowing twinkle in your eye. "-Yeah, yeah, I know it's a bit silly and cliché, considering you'll see him tomorrow morning. But I think it's sweet. Plus, it's something for you to keep and return to! The cake will be eaten, after all."

Saeyoung's expression was once again one of surprise before he reached out to take the envelope and study it.

"...Wow. You guys are... really spoiling me this year 'round. I didn't even hit 30 yet," he chuckled softly, looking back up at you. "Will I finally get a kitten next year, then?"

You only laughed at that, giving his shoulder a playful push, to which he shot you a cheeky grin of his own: "Don't get cocky."

This was the usual banter between you two, one that was familiar and comfortable.

Without further ado, Saeyoung carefully opened the top of the envelope and extracted the letter that was folded inside. He opened it and held it in front of him while quietly reading it fully, his expression changing occasionally as his eyes moved through the written words. You got closer, Saeyoung turning the letter to ensure both of you could read it.

Saeran did state to you that it was not particularly noteworthy. Just a written expression of his feelings, since he found it easier to express himself like this, instead of using direct words. You understood that perfectly.

The letter read: 'Dear Hyung. Whether you are reading this on the very day you were given this letter, or sometime later, I can stay assured that what I wrote in here remains true. I want to wish you a happy birthday. I never thought I would get a chance to say that to you like this, much less for so many years in a row. And not with us both now being adults. You were always my pillar of strength and my other half, as far back as I can remember. I used to be so full of anger at that... So full of anger, and of hurt, but I'm wiser now. In part, thanks to you. I know now that you were always there for me. You were always thinking of me, just as I was thinking of you. We were always connected. I'm grateful for everything you've done for me, Hyung. And I'm grateful to be your twin. I wish to be your pillar of strength now. I want you to know that you can rely on me with whatever that may trouble you. There's no need for you to hide your true self from me anymore. Ah... It's tradition to make wishes on birthdays, right? I suppose I should wish you something... And I think I want to wish you peace, Hyung. You've fought long and hard for my sake. I want you to rest now, with me, and Y/N, and RFA. I wish for you to find your promise of happiness, as I did mine. Maybe we'll even share it, like we shared everything. Let's eat some ice cream tomorrow. I can't wait to watch the clouds with you - Saeran :) ❁ '

Saeyoung slowly placed the letter on his lap all while still observing the handwriting, his fingertips tracing over the scribbled words, feeling the settled ink under his skin. His expression softened significantly, his usual relaxed face now filled with a strange mixture of fondness and... something else you couldn't quite put your finger on. Something fragile.

"God... You two are going to make me cry on my own birthday..." he muttered quietly, raising his hand to rub a bit at his eye, on which you did not comment to avoid embarrassing him. With clear tenderness in his movements, he folded up the letter and placed it aside before wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your shoulder with a deep, shaky sigh. "He sure has a way with words, doesn't he?"

His voice was muffled by your shoulder, but you heard him loud and clear nonetheless, his words laced with familial affection you loved so much. Your stomach was fluttering at the precious moment between you. Seeing these brothers reconnect and rebuild their relationship step by step always made you feel incredibly happy for them both.

They deserved to live in peace.

You laughed softly, wrapping your own arms around his torso and giving him a small hug in return. Your heart was warmed by the knowledge that Saeran's words have truly touched him. You knew how important this was to Saeyoung, after all.

"Yeah, he sure does. But all he wrote in there is true, you know?" you hummed while tilting your head to the side to nuzzle into his hair, feeling the soft curls tickling your cheeks. "He want you to be happy. As do I."

Saeyoung sighed hesitantly, raising his head and pulling back slightly to gaze up at you again. His expression appeared vulnerable, almost teary-eyed. Although you weren't surprised by that, it still made your heart lurch a bit. Reaching out, you cupped his cheek tenderly, to which he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, making you smile.

"I am happy," he responded, his voice soft. "You make me happy. You and Saeran. You are my two angels I will treasure forever."

You giggled at that sentiment as you leaned in to gently rest your forehead against his, allowing him to bask in this moment of genuine affection he was still trying to adjust to sometimes.

"You're the angel in my eyes, love. Maybe all four of us are angels. Wouldn't that be sweet? A featherly family of four. Although, that would be pretty dusty."

Saeyoung laughed at that, letting out a couple of small sniffles here and there, and you let him, not saying a word. After a few minutes of comfortable silence have passed between you, you pull back and settle on his lap as he looks up at you. You gave him a more cheerful smile.

"-We just wanted to give you something that would show you how much we care. This is your day, as much as Saeran's," a sheepish grin tugged at the corners of your lips as you shrugged. "...And I won't lie that I didn't want to sneak in a small private moment, just for the two of us. I want you to be happy, too, you know?"

Saeyoung was quiet for a second, a somewhat pensive look now falling over his face... before he shook his head and leaned back against the couch with a small huff.

"Well... there is something I'm not very happy about."

You blinked and tilted your head to the side curiously.

"What's that?"

With a soft exhale and a growing smirk, he suddenly tightened his strong arms around your waist and pulled you in towards him: "...You're wearing too many clothes."

After a brief pause, you blinked once more and raised your brows incredulously. Well, that was random. Still, this wouldn't be the first time Saeyoung caught you off-guard. Far from it, actually. As you looked down at him with a knowing smile, you chuckled softly.

"...Aren't you going to try out the cake first? Saeran worked hard on it, you know."

You let out a small pouty sigh, quickly falling into step with a familiar game you two would play with each other whenever things got a bit heated.

Saeyoung raised his eyebrow at you and rolled his eyes with a playful whiff.

"Oh, I'll save it. I want to show it off to everyone tomorrow! Plus, it wouldn't feel right just eating it by myself like this. I want to do that with you and Saeran," he whispered, running his hand up and down your back while observing the cake with one last thoughtful look. And just like that, his attention was now fully on you, his golden eyes twinkling alluringly in the dim light of the nearby lamp. "...Not to mention, I'm not sure if I'll be thinking about the cake right now when I have something way better to bite into right in front of me…"

Despite his words and actions making your body shiver slightly, you giggled again. While still sitting on his lap, you rested your palms on his chest and gazed down at him, quite enjoying this view of him from above.

You could get used to this.

"Well, I suppose that's one way to start your birthday off," you mused playfully in an overdramatic show of reluctance, your voice dropping an octave or two, growing more hushed and sensual in nature, the tension between you two rising steadily. Like a small spark of fire steadily growing in size and shining brighter with every second.

With a radiant grin now plastered on his face, Saeyoung slid his hands down to grab your thighs and pull your body taut against his, eliciting a tiny gasp of surprise from you: "Get over here then, starshine."

You just smiled at that, enjoying the teasing sensation of his hands now trailing up and down your thighs. Then, unexpectedly, his palms slid around to grasp your at backside, making you jolt and squeak far louder than you would have liked to. A response that was clearly in his favor, judging by the burst of laughter that rumbled in his chest as you shot him an embarrassed glare. Before you could open your mouth to grumble, he interrupted you.

"-And, frankly, this is the best way to start off my birthday," you could feel the slight vibrations of his voice reverberating in his chest in your palms, the noticeably deeper tone of it quickly making your head start to get all fuzzy. "And also my favorite way."

God, you loved it when he talked like that.

With a gentle tug, Saeyoung grasped the back of your thighs with his hands, pulling you in closer and shifting your position until you were sitting more directly on top of his legs. He then gently rocked you forward, grounding you against the growing erection straining in his jeans, your fingers grasping at his shirt in response. The way your voices merged together into one intimate melody in the form of a shared gasp that left your lips' was truly dizzying, in the best way possible. He gently moved his hands up your sides and then slipped them under the edge of your shirt to feel the warmth of your bare skin under his fingertips, your back arching into his touch.

The way your body felt in his hands was something you absolutely adored, as if it was made to fit into his arms. His expert care left your body buzzing with the rising heat of desire that blossomed between your thighs as you shivered in his grasp. It was nothing new, Saeyoung was always a highly perceptive person. It was only natural that this trait of his translated into the bedroom as well. What he lacked in skill and experience, he would compensate with attentiveness to your body's responses and eagerness to learn. Over the years, he has truly mastered the art of making you come undone in so many wonderful ways. As you did with him.

As his lips glided across your neck, you closed your eyes and tilted your head to the side to give him more space to work with, sighing lightly. His lips left a heated trail of small kisses up the side of your neck, before pressing directly against your ear.

"I need you, buttercup," Saeyoung whispered in a deep, hoarse voice. "Right now."

"...Shouldn't I be the one treating you, though?" you contemplated quietly, raising one of your hands to comb through his curly hair, eliciting a pleased hum from him that caused you to shiver in turn. "It is your birthday, after all. Not mine. You should be getting all the attention tonight."

"Oh, you're more than welcome to treat me," Saeyoung murmured softly against your skin, his warm breath creating a tickling sensation on your neck as he moved his lips downwards, planting kisses towards the lower part of your throat, nearing your collarbone. "It's just that my favorite treat just happens to be you."

His hands firmly gripped your thighs again, gently massaging the soft flesh with growing greediness that always tended to come out of him whenever you two got intimate. A greediness you've always welcomed happily. Then, gradually, he moved up to your hips and settled on the small area of exposed skin between your pajamas shorts and shirt. His lips now touched your collarbone, leaving a trail of lovebites in their wake, then moved towards your shoulder, all while his fingers started to trace back and forth along the border of your shorts, gently touching the delicate skin there. It was impossible to focus on anything but his smothering presence overwhelming your every sense. Not that you wanted to. You would happily drown in his touch, each and every time.

"Saeyoung..."

"-Besides," he mumbled, his breath warm against your skin. "You're all I want, anyways. As long as I have you right here, with me, I'm good for the rest of my life, trust me on that."

Despite the circumstances, you managed to give out a hearty laugh at that.

"...You are such a dork," you said with an obvious fondness in your voice, shaking your head at him slightly. You glided your finger across his black button-up, tracing his chest where it was casually unbuttoned, the small shiver that ran through his body at your delicate touch making you grin to yourself. After all, he was just as affected by you as you were by him.

"Well you married this dork, thank you very much," Saeyoung smirked as his own finger trailed down your chest in return, mimicking your gesture. With a mix of love and longing in his eyes, he raised his head and looked up at you. "And this dork needs you bad, right now."

"Well, who am I to deny the birthday boy?"

With that, you slid down and gently cupped his cheek with the palm of your hand, pressing your lips against his at long last, tasting the sweet cherry flavor on his tongue with a pleased hum. A gentle sound of pleasure rumbled in the back of Saeyoung's throat as he immediately reciprocated the kiss with equal fervor.

You quickly molded your body into his as you shared a tender, lingering kiss that only grew in passion as seconds trickled by. Although he was clearly more than eager to move on to the next step with you right away, the affectionate and unhurried kisses seemed just perfect as they were. He slowly moved his hands up your abdomen, lifting your shirt as he went and feeling the warmth of your skin beneath his touch. You effortlessly lifted your arms for him, allowing him to smoothly remove your shirt from your body. Breaking off the kiss only for a moment, he swiftly did just that, discarding it somewhere on the floor, and then pulled you back in closer for another kiss, seemingly unwilling to be away from your lips for too long at a time.

Your seamless communication without any words being spoken was clear on display as you acted in perfect harmony with each other, your bodies moving as one. There was a certain beauty in that. To lose yourself in another's warmth and touch, letting yourself surrender and become a part of something special. A testament to the years of trust and experiences together.

Or maybe you were being a bit too sappy for your own good.

As Saeyoung pulled you closer for yet another kiss, your fingertips skillfully unbuttoned at his own shirt, gently brushing away the soft fabric to caress his warm chest, his skin smooth under your fingertips.

Saeyoung let out a soft moan into the kiss, feeling your hands trace over his muscles and scars reverently. By this point, you knew his body in all of its tiniest of details, as he did yours. Every freckle, every scar, every dip and crevice. You knew the stories behind all of his scars, shared in quiet conversations under the cloak of the night.

His scars were a reminder of his perseverance. And they made him that much more beautiful to you.

Meanwhile, his own hands eagerly explored your body, firmly grasping and squeezing in all the right places to make you jolt and shudder against him, as he explored the contours of your figure he already knew so well.

Saeyoung gently broke the kiss and looked back at you, his eyes now fully glazed over as you two panted, regaining your breathing from the heated exchange that just took place between you two. You shivered as you saw his lips, now plump and reddened as a result of your own actions, his cheeks dusted with a pretty shade of cherry-red that made his freckles even more prominent, the shade of his blush almost matching that fiery hair of his you loved so much.

He looked good enough to eat like that.

"You always know how to take my breath away, starshine..."

Saeyoung leaned up and gave you a gentle peck on the cheek that made your heart flutter in your chest. Then, he moved his hands lower to take hold of your ass again, but this time, with clear intention rather than a mere tease. He began to lift you up effortlessly, to which you only gave him a questioning look, but went along with it nonetheless, wrapping your arms around his neck and hooking you legs over his hips to help him out. He grinned at that, giving you another quick, appreciative kiss. This time, on the tip of your nose.

He carefully guided you off his lap and instead positioned you onto the coffee table next to the cake, settling you down with your back against the armrest of the couch and your lower body now resting comfortably on the edge of the table.

Your breath caught audibly as you observed his every movement with reverence. Your eyes were half-lidded, just as captivated by him and perfectly oblivious to everything and anything else in the room at this moment. You couldn't control it even if you wanted to; he was incredibly attractive, almost painfully so. Since that first silly selfie he sent to you in the chatroom all those years ago, you had always believed that to be the unrebukable truth. And even after everything you have experienced together over the past few years, he still managed to leave you utterly breathless.

His own expression was almost mesmerized and he smirked a bit to himself, taking in the captivating sight before him.

"Told you my favorite part of my birthday is already right here," he whispered softly while sinking down on his knees in front of you.

"Jesus, Saeyoung..." you exhaled shakily, your heart pounding all the way up in your temples, a mix of excitement and admiration gripping at your chest.

His hands rested on your thighs, his thumbs gently caressing the smooth skin there. Gradually, Saeyoung parted your legs, positioning himself between them, and lifting your legs to rest comfortably on his shoulders.

As he gazed up at you with amber eyes now darkened by desire, he formed a knowing smile that almost made you whimper from the sight of it alone.

Even though you tried your best, you wriggled impatiently on the coffee table while he touched you, kneeling before you in such a breathtaking manner. The mere sight of him in that position for you ignited a strong sense of lust within you, and it only intensified with every passing moment. However, you held off on the urge to rush him - as you usually do with him - even though you knew he wouldn't mind you being demanding with him. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Your knuckles turned white as you tightly grasped the edge of the coffee table, your breathing inevitably quickening in anticipation and making your heart beat ever faster, pounding against your ribcage and sending blood pumping to the growing knot of desire in the pit of your stomach.

"You look just like an angel like that, you know..." Saeyoung whispered, not at all helping with your growing state of lust-filled turmoil.

With that, he bent down to plant a series of kisses along the sensitive inner flesh of your calves, slowly moving up to your inner thighs, towards the aching spot between your legs where you needed him most. He firmly grasped at your thighs with his fingers, holding them open for him while he gently and sensually kissed up, nearing the edge of your silky shorts. The warmth and scent of you were driving him wild, intensifying his craving for more, to bury his face between your thighs and taste you on his tongue.

However, he, too, refrained for now. He made sure to spend enough time with you to savor you like you deserved, kissing you gently everywhere but where you really wanted him, until he breathed on the thin fabric covering your core.

"...Are you seriously about to eat me out on your birthday? Like I said, it should be me treating you, not the other way around," you murmured, your voice hoarse and breathy, a clear sign of your ever-increasing arousal.

"But you are treating me," Saeyoung said matter-of-factly, his breath touching your skin. "And this is the best treat you can give me, love bug, trust me."

He was driving you crazy, dear god.

You couldn't quite understand what had gotten into him today, but you definitely weren't complaining in the slightest. His every action caused your breath to catch in your throat and your chest to fill with nervous excitement for what would happen next. Seeing him in this state, kneeling between your legs, so eager and willing to taste you without you even having to ask...

Wow, you really hit the jackpot with him, huh? Though, it's not like you were unaware of that. But it was truly surprising to you that he was doing this for you on his own birthday. By all accounts, it should have been you pleasuring him, not the other way around. And yet, he was more than eager to focus on you instead. That damn lovable goofball.

Your breath was shaky, and your hand instinctively reached down to gently stroke his hair, wishing to show him some of your affection and gratitude, to which you felt him hum appreciatively against you, making your legs shake a bit.

Saeyoung moved closer, positioning his face directly between your legs now. He lowered his head and nuzzled his cheek against one of your thighs, taking a moment to just breathe in your scent and soak in your warmth. Then, slowly and deliberately, he turned his head and planted a firm kiss directly on your clothed core. He could feel the heat practically radiating from you by this point, and he made a soft sound of approval, closing his eyes for a moment to just enjoy the feel of you.

In a way, it was to remind himself that you were really here. Real. Even now, he would still find himself doubtful and paranoid of this fragile happiness you have built with him so generously. The mere fact that you have chosen to give your heart to him was a miracle he will cherish for the rest of his days on this Earth, of that, he was certain.

The least he could do was make you feel good like this. Show you his appreciation through his touch. Ravish you like you deserve.

Saeyoung leaned closer, pressing his face against you, sensing the dampness that could already be felt through the soft fabric of your thin shorts. He raised his head slightly to lock eyes with you, then trailed his nose along the curve of your hip, feeling the soft fabric of your shorts against his skin.

The eye contact was just too much.

"Can we please get these shorts off me?" you whined softly, uncertain how much longer you could handle being teased like this, even though you knew he wasn't doing it intentionally.

Yet.

Saeyoung chuckled at your request, his warm breath tickling your skin. He obviously noticed how your body trembled with every movement, and it only fueled his desire to playfully taunt you with all that he had. However, right now, he only wanted to taste you, to make you come undone for him, above all else.

"Roger that, my lovely 606," he whispered in a hushed and raspy voice. "Lift up for me, starshine."

You complied without any extra guidance needed, raising your hips from the table all while taking in the familiar combination of nervousness and eagerness buzzing in your chest.

Saeyoung took a moment to appreciate the sight before him, admiring you in your vulnerable state. Your body was now fully exposed to him, laid out, and ready for him to enjoy. He slowly moved his hands up your legs, observing how your muscles responded to his touch, twitching and tensing in anticipation. With care, he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and smoothly pulled them down along with your underwear, discarding the soft pieces of clothing along with your shirt in a messy pile on the floor. As soon as you were completely bare from the waist down, Saeyoung moved closer and placed his hands back on your hips. Without much delay, he once again buried his face between your thighs, no more barriers getting in the way of his desire.

You trembled a bit, attempting to avoid squeezing your legs together around his head. A soft whimper escaped your mouth as you felt him finally touch you where you needed him most, your heart pounding in your chest, your pulse reverberating in your temples. You reached down with one hand and gently stroked his hair again, not tugging at it quite yet. Though it will probably happen eventually as the night progresses. His hair would always end up a mess after this. A very lovely looking, fiery mess.

As Saeyoung exhaled, his breath was hot and heavy against your folds, feeling the warmth and wetness now pressed directly against his nose. He had no shame in expressing his enjoyment of it all. He couldn't contain himself and let out a soft, eager moan as he savored the first taste of you, his tongue quickly getting to work as he swiped it between your folds in a painfully slow motion, savoring the feel of you against him.

He observed how your muscles tightened as a result of his ministrations, the sounds of your soft gasps going straight to his groin as he fought back the urge to squirm on his spot. This was about you. He'll get his share later. He gently glided his hands down from your hips to your thighs, encouraging you to relax.

"Relax, buttercup," Saeyoung murmured against you, his warm breath touching your core and making you tremble. "Just let me treat you..."

He turned and placed a few more leisurely, heated kisses on the inside of your thighs before diving back in, his whole mouth now fully on you, leaving nothing to imagination. He savored your taste with a deep, primal moan as he finally got what he wanted. His gentle pressure on your legs kept them apart for him, his hands holding you firmly while you twitched uncontrollably, keeping you exposed to him.

His tongue gently teased at your entrance, gathering some more of your juices, then moved higher to circle around your clit, his lips sucking on it gently, his gaze now fully focused on your face.

As you threw your head back with a needy moan, you realized that this was going to be a long night.

Taking deep, unsteady breaths, you tried your best to soothe your pounding heart and the lingering tremors that were a stark reminder of your passionate lovemaking that took place only minutes prior. With you now resting on Saeyoung's chest, you both reclined on the couch, gradually regaining your composure.

You finally broke the comfortable silence by letting out a soft chuckle after a while.

"So... That's certainly one way to start off a birthday," you repeated your earlier words, your fingers drumming against his bicep lightly.

The sound of Saeyoung's breathless laughter quietly vibrated within his chest as you rested against him. He smiled at you, tracing delicate designs on your skin, his hands gently stroking your back.

"One of the best birthdays I've had, I'd say," he said with a slightly hoarse voice as a result of your previous activities together. Though, you loved how he sounded when he was like this. All breathless, a bit raspy, and gravely. Because of you.

He adjusted his position slightly, bringing you in closer to him, relishing in the messy sensation of your sweaty, naked body against his. He tucked his face into your hair, taking a moment to unwind and soak up the warm afterglow with you. This time, he was the one who broke the silence, his voice now being more gentle and contemplative than playful: "...Seriously, though, what did I do to deserve an angel like you, hm?"

You expressed your irritation by rolling your eyes and playfully bumping his bare chest with your fist.

"Hey, none of that. Especially on your birthday. Or I'll have to kiss you senseless to shut you up for good."

Saeyoung's eyes were quick to sparkle with lighthearted mischief as he grinned up at you: "...Is that supposed to be a threat, starshine? Because I'm afraid I won't mind that at all."

He reached out to gently hold your chin, tilting your head back a little, his lips hovering mere inches from your own.

"Maybe you'll give me a demonstration, my little alien? Shut me up, will you?" he whispered, his eyes filled with silent challenge for you. One that you took with not much thought.

"Gladly," you chuckled, leaning in and securing his lips in a soft, lingering kiss as the afterglow of your latest lovemaking washed over you in a pleasant, relaxing buzz in your achy muscles.

Your affection was immediately reciprocated, with Saeyoung emitting a soft moan and tightening his grip on your chin ever so slightly. Your lips touching his so gently and unhurriedly created a warm and contented sensation that has wrapped his heart in a soothing embrace he was unwilling to let go of. Gradually, he turned you both over, positioning your back against the couch, all without interrupting the kiss. His body now towered over yours.

Gradually, what started out as a simple press of your lips against his has escalated into a full-blown makeot session, with Saeyoung's tongue entering your mouth and savoring your taste all over again, never once getting tired of it. After all, he would often find himself getting insatiable when it came to you. He firmly grasped your waist with one of his hands, keeping you close to him.

His embrace made you tremble, as his passionate kisses caused your breath to get caught up in your throat all over again. However, you still retained enough awareness to pull back a bit, placing your hands on his chest, and gazing up at him with glazed over eyes and flushed cheeks. In this moment, Saeyoung appeared absolutely stunning. He was positioned above you, with the light from the ceiling creating a tinted shadow over his face, his skin glistening from the thin layer of sweat covering his body.

Now that's a sight for sore eyes.

"I can't get enough of you..." he murmured against your lips once he pulled away, his breaths shaky against your lips, his voice deep and husky once again. "Never could. Never will."

With genuine affection in your gaze, you gently stroked his cheek, letting out a soft, shaky giggle.

"I still want to be able to walk straight tomorrow for your birthday party, you know."

Saeyoung chuckled quietly at that, the sound resonating deep within his chest. Leaning closer, he was clearly enjoying the sensation of your touch on his cheek, even closing his eyes in contentment. At this point, he would likely be vibrating with his entire body, if only he could purr. A thought that made you laugh to yourself with amusement.

"Eh, can't promise anything, love bug," he whispered back with a slight playful smirk now playing on his lips.

His hand, which was previously resting idly on your waist, glided down to your inner thigh, applying gentle pressure and caressing the delicate skin there, but not doing anything more than that.

Nonetheless, you expressed your disapproval by lightheartedly rolling your eyes at him and adjusting your position slightly to raise yourself up onto your elbows.

"Come on, we do need some strength for tomorrow," you gave his cheek a gentle kiss. "Let's go start up a bath and go to bed for tonight. It's almost 2 am now, anyways."

Saeyoung gave out an overdramatic sigh, feigning disappointment. His eagerness for a second round was evident, maybe even a third, if you were willing to let him. Nonetheless, he did acknowledge that you both indeed needed some rest.

"You're right, you're right," he conceded. Before getting up from the couch, he gave you one last kiss on the lips. "I'll get the bath ready, you go get the towels, deal?"

"Deal."

He caught one last sight of you swiftly standing up after him and walking away to get the towels and spare clothes for you both. His eyes scanned over your body, appreciating your every movement and the way your skin glowed smoothly in the light of the apartment, noticing the small marks he had left on you. He sighed once more and then entered the bathroom to begin preparing for the bath.

Meanwhile, you retrieved some towels and pajamas for both of you to change into after the bath. Satisfied, you headed back to the bathroom with pep in your step, eagerly anticipating the simple pleasure of relaxing in the warm, soapy water, ending this already wonderful evening on a very positive note.

When you entered the room, Saeyoung quickly turned his head to look at you, flashing you a wide grin.

"You can set those on the counter!"

He pointed towards the towels while still adjusting the water in the bathtub to ensure the temperature was just perfect for you. After turning off the faucet, he stepped away from the bathtub and observed the gentle movement of the bubbly water against the sides.

Unable to resist, he stole another appreciative glance at you, his eyes fixating on your physique before finally speaking again: "...You're going to give me a heart attack one of these days looking like that, starshine."

With clear disbelief, you looked over at him and raised your brows incredulously.

"...I'm literally just standing here, love."

Your blunt response was clearly more than amusing to him, as he folded his arms over his chest and leaned back against the counter: "Oh, I know. You just look angelic doing absolutely nothing, buttercup."

You entered the soothing bath with a slight snort and a shake of your head, exhaling a satisfied sigh as the fragrant water cleansed your sweaty body. The sweet scent of blackberry quickly surrounded you in a pleasant cloud of tranquility, and you even found yourself closing your eyes in pure bliss.

As you immersed yourself in the water, Saeyoung's eyes once again scanned over your body, observing your every move with warm affection in his gaze. Nonetheless, his attention was still directed towards the various marks he was the direct cause of: proof of his existence now scattered across your skin like a temporary tattoo. Small marks in the shape of his lips and fingers that were now turning a pretty shade of red thanks to the heat from the water. A familiar feeling of fulfillment rose within him at the sight, knowing that he had left his trace on you, that you were his in body and spirit, as much as he was completely yours in turn. He was even tempted to leave a few more, but he realized it was far too late in the night to bother you with that. You both needed to rest, and above all, he just wanted to hold you in his arms and feel your warmth.

"Hey, scooch forward a bit. I'm getting in," he said, tilting his head toward the water.

And that was exactly what you did, quickly adjusting your position in the bathtub and gazing up at him with a small smile of anticipation, waiting for him to join you at last.

Saeyoung stepped closer to the bathtub until he was right behind you, and then slowly lowered himself into it, taking a seat and wrapping his arms securely around your waist. He drew you in toward his chest, keeping you close and placing you snuggly between his legs.

"Mmm. Much better," he whispered to you softly, nesting his face into your neck and planting a few light kisses on your skin. "God, I love holding you like this, starshine."

As you leaned back against him, a gentle smile tugged at the corners of your lips, letting out a contented sigh. The delightful aroma of the soapy water and the affectionate touch of your husband had you in a truly happy mood. Taking a bath together was like shooting two birds with one stone: both cleansing yourself as well as finding solace in one another after engaging in some rather intense activities with him. You gently rested your hand on one of his arms, which encircled your waist beneath the water and kept it there, your thumb running over his skin in slow circles.

As he leaned back against the bathtub, Saeyoung felt the sensation of your warm skin against his chest, almost completely pressing against you. He slowly moved his hands down your sides, gently touching your skin while he buried his face in your hair.

"Happy birthday, Saeyoung," you said in a hushed voice.

His warm breath touching your ear, Saeyoung released a gentle laugh.

"You already gave me the best gift I could ask for," he replied, the tone of his voice deep and playful. He delicately held the lower part of your jaw and tilted your head upwards before planting a series of slow, leisurely kisses on your neck after shifting one of his hands from your side. "...You."

[mihai-florescu]

I just realized something kinda annoying about engstars, they let Ra*bits call Nazuna "Ni-chan", but Eichi is referred to as "Brother Eichi" :/ I wish they'd just stick with one rather than make it confusing (especially for people that only have/use the official translation)

Brother eichi sounds like they're in a monastery i'll never get over that. I hear gongs in my head every time i read it. Im sorry to anyone that only uses the official translation though:( for many reasons i wont get into cuz i think i'll sound annoying if i do. Anyway. Rinne and Niki calling Anzu sister is funny tho, i'll give eng that, it adds a vague 2010s american gay layer to their characters that was definitely not intentional but it's there now

[randomidiocyncrazies]

twitter takes on toshiro makes me cry... bro was subjected to microaggressions for 5 HOURS and raised in a high-context culture (where you Do Not say negative things outright), and ppl are still like "no he's just a bad person bc he's mean to my boy laios"

[shalom-iamcominghome]

Hebrew started clicking for me when I started to see it not just as a language, but in terms of music. To me, hebrew is like complex sheet music, composed of notation that I am learning.

And to me, that's poetic because hebrew is the language I sing to g-d. It is the language I use to express gratitude and thanks and recognition. It is the language I use to express sorrow, grief, and hope. It's the language that tells me about g-d. It is the language I am learning in the same way I am learning about the people I am joining - the people with whom feel just as much as family as my own father. As someone who is incredibly music-based, it has made my journey in learning hebrew more personal and meaningful because it made hebrew make sense to me.

[redgitanako]

Here's an article on ancient french swearing words and phrases that might be interesting to someone who (like me) is reading Dumas and is wondering wtf is "morbleu" and "vertudieu"

(there's no "ventre-de-biche" which "expresses surprise, disapproval, indignation" according to this article and is frequently used by Chicot)