#he’s trying his hardest but it is NOT working

[classyrbf]

nerd!gojo who can’t get you out of his head. Not a minute passes by where he isn’t thinking of you. So imagine breaking his littke heart when he spots you swapping spit with some popular frat boy. He can’t help but feel jealous, even sad. It’s just a stupid crush, it’ll go away. Right? Wrong. Because the deal you two struck forces gojo to see you every few days for a tutoring session, where you hand over your chin work to him and he does it without hesitation like your little dog, only for you to jerk his cock and make him cum in return. Poor baby can’t help but imagine you doing the same to that jock. And he can’t help but grow curious the next time he sees you.

“Hey, um,” Gojo looks up from his desk, “who was that guy you were with earlier in the halls?” He blinked, watching at the way you typed away on your phone, your acrylics clacking against the screen, obnoxiously chewing on your gum with glossed lips.

“Hm?” You furrow your brows. “Oh! You mean that stupid jock frat boy Toji?” You sit up. “Don’t worry about him.”

“Is he…your boyfriend? I saw you two kissing…it’d be kinda weird if he was your boyfriend…you know—because—”

“Such a perv! Are you spying on me now?!” You scoff.

“No! No! I wasn’t! I’m not!” Gojo furiously shook his head. “I was…curious.” You carefully walk over towards Gojo, a soft smirk on your pretty face while you blew your gum into the shape of a bubble. “Sorry,” he muttered, feeling embarrassed, stupid for even asking.

“Are you mad? Mad that I was kissing someone else?” You giggle. “I only use that idiot to get into all the school parties.” He slowly turned his head to look at you.

“But do you—”

“Do I what? Jerk him off like I do with you?” You almost laugh at the idea. No way in hell. “I’ve only sent the desperate loser nudes to get off to. But you’re special, Toru.” You push his chair slightly away from his desk that way you could straddle yourself on top of him. “You’re so much more smarter than him. So much more handsome. And you do everything I say just like the good boy you are.” Your tone is soft and sultry, just enough for Gojo to melt right into your hands. He could feel the heat creep up to his cheeks, face flushed red and throat dry as you rock your hips against his slightly. “I get it now. You were jealous, huh?” You coo. “It’s okay, you can tell me.”

Gojo opens his mouth, breathing shakily, hesitating to answer. “Y-yes,” he quietly says, nodding.

A smile creeps up on your face as you get an idea. “Toru, have you ever ate pussy before?” His eyes immediately go wide, breaking eye contact with you as he looks anywhere around his dorm. “I’ll take that as a no,” you giggle. “How about we change up your reward today, hm? You get to eat me out, yeah?” Gojo sheepishly nods, shaky hands pushing his glasses back up his nose.

Minutes later, he has you sprawled out on his bed, his pretty face buried deep in your cunt as he messily eats you out, sucking, licking, slurping all over your clit and folds. His teary eyes stare up at you, addicted to the way you smile down at him and run your fingers through his soft, pillowy white hair, holding his head down. “A little more up—ah, yes, yes, right there—mmmm.” You bite down on your bottom lip, surprised at how much of a fast learner he is. In all reality, you shouldn’t be. He’s a nerd. “You like the way my pussy tastes, don’t you?” You moan softly.

Gojo nods without hesitation, his hands holding your thighs apart as he runs his tongue up and down slit before circling it over your sensitive clit. He can your juices running down his and chin and god, he’s intoxicated by your taste. Everything about you just has him wanting more and more. “You look so cute looking up at me over your glasses,” you sweetly say. “Makes me even more wet.” Gojo is trying his hardest to cum in his pants right now, but you make it so damn hard.

He lifts his head to catch air, licking your juices off of his lips. “Am I doing a good job?” He asks, bashfully.

“Mhm, it’s like you’re a natural.” You cup his face, running your thumb over his cheek. Either he’s a natural or maybe he’s just so desperate to eat your pussy that he’s doing a surprisingly good job. Whichever it was, Gojo didn’t care enough to dwell on it especially when you’re pushing his head back down. Your phone began to ring, you picked up within a few seconds. “Heyyy.” You smiled. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be down in a few minutes—mmph! What? No, I didn’t moan you pervert! Ugh, fuck you Toji, I just need to finish my tutoring session remember?” You roll your eyes.

Gojo could feel the jealously in his chest stir again. How could you make him feel so special and so casted out at the same time. But it only fueled the want to make you cum harder. He could see you were struggling to breathe normally, trying to hold your moans in. “See you in a few. Bye!” You quickly hung up, tossing your phone aside. “Fuck! What’s gotten into—oh, fuck! Ah, mmph! Yes, yes, yes, I’m gonna cum!” You grip onto his hair, rocking your hips against his face as you came undone, lewd moans and gasps filling the room.

Gojo sat up, staring at you, his glasses slightly fogged. “Did it feel good?”

“First time eating pussy and you already made me cum? I’m shocked, honestly,” You say, slipping on your panties and pulling down your skirt. “Thanks for the orgasm, sweets, but I really gotta go. Mwah!” You blew a kiss at him, snatching your phone off of his bed.

“Going to see Toji?” He couldn’t help himself.

“Ugh, Gojo stop getting all possessive and jealous. We’re not a thing. See you in a few days for the next assignment.” You rolled your eyes, tapping away on your phone.

"Oh...okay, sorry—" you walked out his dorm room, slamming the door. And once again, he was left there completely entangled with his thoughts and feelings. None of them good.

[simbiotictears]

LnDs Boys if they were an Idol!boy group:

I won’t hear anyone out. I need this group to become a reality. Infold make a card of them as idols and I am yours!!

Leader + Main Rapper: Zayne

Appears to be the most mature but isn’t. He was voted the pettiest by the members followed by Sylus and Rafayel. He was given the role of leader due to his ability to keep the fans and his members under control (minus Sylus).

Designated translator: he can speak the most languages in the group. As a result, he leads the international interviews and fan interactions.

His fans know he likes sweet things, so they often gift him sweet treats in fan meets. The staff end up confiscating most of it to stop him from eating them all and getting cavities.

His stage persona is the cold nerdy type, this is because he refuses to wear contacts, so this allows him to wear his glasses when he's not performing on stage.

He gets injured the most. Don't even try to tell me he doesn't.

In terms of his voice, he has a mellow voice. He doesn't really sing but he raps well.

When it comes to dancing, he can’t really dance, but he works hard. After the main and lead dancers, he trains the third hardest. If dance was a science, he'd have top marks. It's the moving the body part he struggles with.

He did aegyo once and it got clipped and shipped and he hasn't been able to live it down since.

He doesn’t post on social media often, but when he does, he posts book reviews (mostly nonfiction and medical books) on Substack.

His day in the life YouTube video for the group channel was him visiting Cafes and testing their sweet treats. All of those Cafes have been packed ever since he went.

He is the third most popular in the group, and his fans are the most mature and peaceful. However, they do go feral when he gets freaky for the concepts.

Main Dancer + Lead Vocalist/Rapper: Caleb

He is a jack of all trades. If he was the youngest, he’d be golden. But he’s not, so he’s just the most versatile.

He sings, he dances, he raps, he’s pretty—what can’t he do?

His rapping is far better than his singing, but his singing is nowhere near terrible. He had to work very hard on his vocals before debut, but only his bandmates know that.

He is a hit or miss with the fans, still extremely popular, but those who love him are very devout.

He’s had the second most scandals in the group, after Sylus, for fake rumours and clips taken out of context.

He’s a big nerd and is very chaotic despite his cool more chill front he shows sometimes (when he’s not in the mood). His stage persona is the popular boy next door/big brother type, and he fits the role perfectly.

He is the one to say the most random facts in the middle of a video. Definitely watches 'Cunk on Earth.' He is chronically online.

He has 'Train with me' videos which sound a little questionable due to his loud breathing.

He surprised his fans with the news of his piloting license by randomly uploading a video of him piloting a fighter jet.

He pranks Zayne often and likes to dance late at night in the studio with Xavier.

Him and Sylus have beef that no one else understands— but they do and that’s all that matters.

He has a girlfriend who he unapologetically talks about, whilst not mentioning anything at all. This has got him into a lot of trouble, but he doesn’t care. He doesn't want his fans to try and hit on him. He is a committed man. Other than that, he is very private.

Designated cook: he used to cook for the members when they all lived in the dorms together.

Visual + Sub Rapper: Sylus

Actually, the most mature. He is the oldest and hottest. People ignore the fact that he can’t sing (though he is getting better) because of how hot he is.

He usually leads when the concepts are suaver and sultrier.

I can't emphasise this enough, but he got in because he’s hot— can’t lie, that’s most of the reason he got in.

His stage persona, much like his real life personality, is the bad boy/daddy type. (I am not sorry, you know he's going to be in a suit giving it an ateez level performance)

He speaks the second most languages in the group, so he usually sits behind or at the end of the line in interviews and takes some of the stress off of Zayne. Once the interviewers know he speaks their language they do try to get him to answer a lot of questions just to hear him speak... and you know what? same.

The camera loves him.

People beg him to do aegyo and he only does it very rarely. Not even losing a bet could force him to do aegyo. It has to be if one of the boys has got his (secret) girl on the line.

Has the rich man laugh. Hear me out, he once accidentally laughed at the end of a recording session when the mic was still on, and they kept it in the track… let’s just say that track and that specific part of the track won them their first seven awards.

He has the most ravenous, horny fans. Even straight men go feral for Sylus.

He is the most likely to be put on stage shirtless or told to rip his shirt mid performance; he’s not opposed, he works hard for his abs.

His 'Day in the life' YouTube video on their group channel where he drank wine, played the organ, made steak, boxed, and watched a movie over the span of ten hours has over 109 million views.

Still, he goes live the least. Mostly because he doesn’t know how to use the live feature properly.

Naturally, he has had the most scandals in the group, not by his own fault mind you. And there have been public issues with their company's unfair distribution of his lines in most songs. (Sometimes they’re lucky if he gets four lines.)

He calls his fans “kittens” which makes all the other members hurl.

Face of The Group + Centre + Main Vocalist: Rafayel

The pretty boy of the group.

Designated Brat: he will argue with everyone about everything. He is the sassiest of the group and also the whiniest. He acts like the youngest but isn’t??

Has the voice of a literal angel and the face to match.

He spends the most time with Xavier because Xavier doesn’t argue with his insane logic (the boy is exhausted, save my boy Xavier).

He pretends to hate acting cute, but he secretly loves it.

People ship him with literally everyone in the group, but mostly Xavier and Zayne. It’s the icy x sunshine dynamic.

Designated model: He has the best fashion and always dresses like he’s about to hit the runway. His airport photos are basically photo cards in and off themselves. And a few times they've ended up on the cover of high fashion magazines. He would never be caught dead in anything less than the best.

He is the laziest in terms of training, but who needs to train when they’re that beautiful? (His words, not mine.)

Zayne has to threaten him to get him to go to dance practice.

He goes live with Xavier most often.

He is the one who controls the social media pages. He loves posting the most random stuff.

His ending fairies always go viral.

One time a fan asked him to marry them when he was live and he asked how big their paycheck was.

Should have more scandals than he does, most of his drama is people arguing about his sexuality— to which he tells everyone to mind their own business.

He’s terrified of cats. The group went on a YouTube Channel where they got to play with cats as they answered questions. Rafayel hissed at any cat that came near him and hid behind Sylus.

He once did a paint with me stream and everyone was shocked at his skills and art knowledge to which he said he went to art school.

Maknae + Lead Dancer + Sub Vocalist: Xavier

The youngest of the group.

His stage persona is the shy boy/prince type. Because of this, everyone thinks that this sweet man is innocent, but he’s a freak.

Can pull off literally any concept.

Has insane dance skills. (I don't want to hear it. In a world where they are idols that man can dance.)

Him and Caleb are the most likely to be in the dance studio late at night practicing.

Because he works so hard at night and off camera, the fans think he is lazy or “always tired.” He is anemic, but his sleepiness mostly comes from his excessive training.

He has a secret dance TikTok called Lumiere; where he dances with a hood on, a face mask, and in baggy clothes. Some fans have hypothesised that him and Lumiere are the same person, but he never confirms it.

He nearly got caught once when Rafayel was live, and he walked back into their hotel room with the same hoodie on as his latest TikTok video.

He mostly enjoys releasing dance videos on their group TikTok and YouTube channel with Caleb because their styles blend well together.

When they do more lifestyle like content, he is either with Rafayel or Caleb.

He has a very soft and pretty voice, which makes most people swoon though he actually prefers rapping, but the group would have too many rappers, so he sticks to singing.

He once sat in on Caleb’s live with Sylus and Zayne and rapped a whole cypher, which shocked all the fans because he sounded so good! He’s got insane flow.

It started the #letXavierRap trend.

Has a secret partner, and his biggest scandal was a hickey that wasn’t covered up properly.

People love the princely concept on him. He lowkey hates it. He only wears it on the stage.

He grew out his hair once and everyone begged him not to cut it again (he did, it got in the way of his face when he was dancing.)

They once had a concept where they all had to act. Much to everyone’s surprise, Xavier did so well that he started to get offered acting gigs. He mostly turns them down, but once in a while his fans might spot him as the lead in a C drama or two.

He can’t cook to save his life.

He relies on Caleb and Sylus to make everything; however, he does eat pot noodles when they refuse.

He once tried to cook for the members, and they had to move dorms because the place caught fire. Of course, that was before they all moved to their own places.

[stargrltara]

𝒞𝒜𝑅𝒩𝐼𝒱𝒜𝐿

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FIREWORKS CLASHED, FORMING A WARM HUE OF BEAMS TO ARISE IN THE NIGHT SKY. Echoes of laughter, music and screaming filled the carnival atmosphere as your fingers were interlocked with the tall figure beside you. Your gaze drifted up to his emerald eyes, and your lips formed into an amusing smirk as you pointed over to the one of the stools where there was teddies and other little prizes.

You and Jason were having the most perfect date night. You went on some rides, watched the fireworks from above and even shared some churros which left little crumbs along his lips that you had to wipe off. It was nice for him to take a break from patrol every night, it was nice to spend some quality time with his favourite girl.

You yelled through the cacophony of chatter, “—Jason, let’s go !! ” Jason scoffed as you dragged him through the crowd to get to the gun range game, your heart racing, eager to win a giant teddy bear.

“Seriously?” he crossed his arms over his chest, an unimpressed expression on his face. “What are ‘ya trying to win? ..A teddy?” he chuckled dryly but you nodded, a massive grin on your face.

“Yep !” you gave the worker a ticket before picking up the faux gun, glaring at the balloons had to shoot before taking a deep breath. “Are you forgetting how old you are?” he remarked sarcastically, brow raised though slight amusement rolled of his tongue. You groaned at his words and aligned your finger on the trigger, aiming so precisely before you were again interrupted.

“Your aim looks off.” Jason muttered under his breath smugly, earning a furrowed brow from you. “..my aim is just fine,” you asserted, though your fingers danced at the trigger as you thought twice about your shot.

Jason stood broadly, arms crossed over his shoulders as he watched your concentrated state; eyes narrowed with focus and arm arched. Though, you were taking your sweat time to make sure you got the perfect shot, and Jason was getting slightly fee up. “You know if you want any help—“

“Stop distracting me.” you cut him off and his arms came up in defence before you pulled the trigger.

Miss. you tried again. Miss. and again. Miss.

“Baby, you’re wasting all your tickets.” He chuckled at your loss, pinching the bridge of his nose. He watched you groan, handing the gun back to the worker who just looked at you bluntly.

“I swear this shits rigged,” you sighed, now locking with Jason’s gunmetal eyes. “—Nope. You just suck.” He snickered as you hit him in defeat.

He turned to the worker after glaring at the balloons, analysing the difficulty, angles he would have to shoot at and whatever. “Give it here.” voice laced with confidence and smug as he held the gun.

He stood straight though his shoulder was slightly leaned back, angling the gun and aiming it specifically and strictly. One eye squinted as his finger lingered above the trigger, before..

Hit.

“Easy.” Jason gave you a shit-eating grin as you grunted, arms crossing over your chest in jealousy. “Thats so unfair ! “

He shook his head, “ ‘m just built different, doll.” before grabbing the teddy you wanted from the workers hands and handing it to you with a smirk.

Your eyes lit up, a massive smile on your face as you giggled whilst holding the teddy. “Ohmygod—ohmygod !!” Jason’s chuckled at your excitement, and you leaned in to hug his warm frame, body casting heat over yours and caging you in as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Thank you, Jay.”

But abruptly, Jason took himself out of your embrace and handed the worker another ticket before he held the gun again. You giggled lowly at his precision and focused state as he aimed for the hardest balloon. The highest one.

Hit.

“This is light work.”

Hit. after Hit. after Hit.

Jason was showering you with gifts, your arms were full with teddies, plushies and all sorts. He loved fuelling your delight, loved watching your lips perk up into a sweet smile as you kissed him on the cheek, his face flustering.

The worker looked unmoved as he handed Jason another of the rewards stacked on the shelves, “Sorry, man,” he muttered, “Cant give you ‘n your lady anymore — gotta save some for the kids.”

Your eyes narrowed in irritant, though Jason nodded, complying. “All good.” he waved a hand before glaring down at you; arms full with things. “You happy now?” Jason looked unfazed, but you both knew, deep down that he was enjoying spoiling you. There was a flicker in his eye of satisfaction at your content form, holding tightly onto the teddies like someone was gonna steal them from you.

You hummed, leaning into Jason’s arm motioning eagerly for you two to go to the next stool, the darts. He grunted as you moved him along. “Baby, we’re gonna make the whole park bankrupt.”

You snorted, lips curved into a smirk as his nickname rolled off of your tongue. “Isn’t that your whole shtick.. outlaw?”

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a/n: this is so rushed i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorryyyy!!! xox. T

[seokminfilm]

tease, choi seungcheol

♫ pairing, choi seungcheol x reader ♫ warnings, non-idol au, fluff, brother's best friend trope, mutual attraction, lots of romantic tension, one kiss, cursing (seungcheol says 'fucking' once), reader is mingyu's younger sister, slight age gap (seungcheol is 3 years older than reader), reader is a girlboss, seungcheol pretends to act shy but eventually takes control, very self-indulgent ♫ synopsis, seungcheol was a patient person, really. he had tried his hardest to hold back. when it came to you, though, he lost all of that virtue.

♫ author's note, requested by @hhaechansmoless!! felt like i was about to get into writer's block earlier today and calli came to the rescue with this idea 😭ALSO pls bear with me!! changed my theme today which means changing my layout ☝NOW WITHOUT FURTHER ADO enjoy this "brother's best friend" seungcheol fic! (p.s. thanks to @yudaies and @slytherinshua for being a real one and helping me out)

♫ now playing, telepatia (kali uchis)

♫ word count, 1.5k (yeah im sorry) | for @kstrucknet

if it wasn't annoyingly obvious by now, your eyes had one destination this whole trip, and that was on choi seungcheol, your older brother's best friend.

you and mingyu's family had gone on a weekend trip to an expensive beach house to celebrate your college graduation, and you had been all over seungcheol ever since he showed up to the front door step of your house. as much as seungcheol pretended to deny it, he couldn't help but admit that he thought the way that you wanted to be all over him was adorable.

you had liked seungcheol ever since he and mingyu were seniors in high school: as mingyu's best friend, he came home after school often, and you stared at him like he had hung the sun in the sky.

it was an unspoken rule that seungcheol had made years ago when he noticed how pretty you were─you were mingyu's younger sister, and dating you would be weird, especially since you were almost three years younger than him.

no matter how hard seungcheol worked to uphold the promise he had made, you made it extremely hard, especially when you were so confident and direct in what you wanted. seungcheol found that aspect of you so attractive, and as much as he pretended to be shy and reserved about you, his patience was wearing thin.

as you stared at seungcheol's shirtless figure, trying your hardest not to gape at his muscled back and arms, you thought to yourself how you would let seungcheol know what you wanted. it was obvious to everyone how much you wanted seungcheol (even mingyu knew your schoolgirl crush)─everyone except seungcheol.

the sun was starting to set, shimmering in the pool's water as mingyu came up from under the surface, hair like a mop on his head as he laughed. your mother and father were somewhere inside, probably up to no good, leaving you, mingyu, and seungcheol to do whatever you want. mingyu had just exclaimed that he was getting hungry, waddling out of the pool like a confused penguin as he hastily wrapped a towel around his dripping waist and sloppily sprinting inside the house.

seungcheol leaves the pool seconds later, chest glistening with water as he dries his light pink hair. the chain around his neck winked at you, and you couldn't help but sigh to yourself, watching as seungcheol shook his head at mingyu, saying something to him that you didn't even bother registering.

"hey, seungcheol." you call out, watching proudly as seungcheol’s deep brown eyes lock on your figure. you chose your favorite bathing suit (knowing good and well it was seungcheol's favorite too), lounging on a chair as you smile to yourself, getting a great idea. deciding to be a menace, you hang out a dry towel to him, dangling it in front of him like it’s a million dollars.

seungcheol does nothing, watching you with eyes filled with conflicting emotions as you tilt your head to the side. “what? you want the towel?”

“yeah, i want it.” seungcheol answers, a smirk on his face as he approaches you. his wet footsteps resound throughout the patio, and you don’t back down when seungcheol stops inches in front of you, dark brown eyes locked on your figure.

it was moments like this that seungcheol wanted nothing more but to cup your face in his hands and give you a long, hard kiss. you teased him with everything you did, every glance playful and every question teasing; it made him go insane, having to be the bigger person and ignore your advancements on him. all he wanted to do was make you his, but he had a promise to keep. you weren’t going to make him break it.

(only if you stopped doing things like this, though. he didn’t know how much longer he could take, having to hold back like this.)

“come and get it, cheol. i know you can.” your voice has dropped in volume, now a teasing whisper as you let the towel sway back and forth in your hands. seungcheol stares at you, feeling the tension in the air as he tries to snatch the towel away from you. you’re quicker than him, and swiftly hide it behind you, causing seungcheol to lose his chance at victory over you and your teasing. 

“you drive me insane.” seungcheol’s sentence comes out as a breathy chuckle, but he means it with all the seriousness in the world. you did drive him insane, teasing him and toying with him like you had all the power in the world. at this moment in time, you did have all the power in the world, and seungcheol wanted so badly to take it from you in one fell swoop.

“just like you do to me.” you slyly tap the tip of seungcheol’s strong nose, reveling in the way he squints at you as you throw him the towel. finally standing up with your items, you stare at seungcheol for a second longer, studying every feature of his face you can in a few seconds. Without another word, you give seungcheol a wink, disappearing back inside to silently bask in your victory over seungcheol.

little did you know, seungcheol had finally reached his end. he wanted you, and he was going to get you, one way or another.

after a delicious dinner and competitive game night, you had returned to your room, finally settling down to go to sleep. you had been distracted all night, and even your mother noticed it, not able to hold back a chuckle when she saw you and seungcheol exchanging wanton glances at each other the whole game. you would be lying if you weren’t staring at every movement seungcheol made, studying the way his veins flexed when shuffling through uno cards, or his sweet chuckle when laughing at a stupid move mingyu made.

you and seungcheol had been toying with each other all night, both eager to get the other one to break. seungcheol was losing at the moment, enamored with everything you did─he noticed how your fingers would linger on his forearm for a few seconds longer than usual, and your tone became soft and pliable when speaking of him. it was cute, seeing seungcheol melt with the simple tactics you used. 

if he wasn’t going to make the move, someone had to spur him on, right?

a knock brings you back from dreamland, and you stand up from your bed, heading to the door and opening it to reveal the topic of your night standing in a tank top way too tight and shorts that barely touched his knees. his light pink hair was dry from the shower he had taken earlier, and he didn’t say anything for a few seconds, brown eyes boring into you as you smiled at him seconds later.

“what a pleasant surprise,” your body language says it all─you’re excited to see seungcheol. you can’t stand still, fidgeting with your hands as seungcheol bites back a smirk. you weren’t all flirty remarks and coy glances.

“this shouldn’t be a surprise. i came for my shirt.” seungcheol says, and you laugh, secretly surprised that he remembered. during the road trip, mingyu spilled red juice all over your white top, causing you to have a wardrobe malfunction in a gas station ten minutes later. seungcheol (being the angel he is) lent you one of his shirts, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself once you got back in the car, knowing you had gotten one of seungcheol’s shirts without even having to ask.

“can’t i keep it? it’s just one shirt─you’re so rich i bet you have ten of these.” you laugh breathily, and seungcheol laughs with you, actually letting go as he shakes his head.

“why do you have to be so difficult?” seungcheol’s stepped a bit closer now, body blocking the view of the other side of the door. his voice was low, eyes searing hot on your skin as he slowly tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. slightly fazed by the gesture, you step back, luring seungcheol into your room even more as he catches the memo, closing it behind him.

“you know, i’ve been waiting for this moment for a while now.” seungcheol says, voice setting your whole body on fire as you let his hands ghost over your hips. 

“have you really?” you ask, and seungcheol nods, a sly smirk on his face as he chuckles.

“i have. you're such a fucking tease.” seungcheol curses, and you giggle, cheeks heating up at his sentence.

“you are terrible at hiding your emotions.” seungcheol laughs aloud, and you can’t help but laugh with him, tempted to reach your fingers out and run them through seungcheol’s soft pink hair.

“and i bet you’re terrible at kissing.” you tease playfully, looking seungcheol dead in the eyes as he tilts his head to the side, raising his eyebrows at you as he lowers his voice to a whisper.

“really? want to test that theory out?” seungcheol poses, now too far to go back. he was finally getting what he had waited so long for, and you were waiting for him to get it, patient as you lead him on.

“only if you take the lead,” you whisper, and seungcheol nods, glancing down at your lips once more before finally kissing them, taking all the confidence out of you in a single sigh as he chuckled after pulling away.

all of this to say, seungcheol was a very good kisser.

[whoredyceps]

"OH LOVER BOY!" || 28 Days of Love: A Valentine's Challenge + Series

day twenty: "stop distracting me."

ᰔ pairing: joel miller x reader

ᰔ summary: you try to work from home with a cold, but joel isn't having any of it.

ᰔ author's note: this series has been posted to ao3 and i update it daily :) if that's your preferred platform, you can find it here!

ᰔ content warning: modern!au, no outbreak, comfort

You groaned and laid your head on the desk as you shut your laptop. You were sure your brain had started to leak out of your ears at this point. If you looked at another order form, you were going to throw your laptop out of the window.

There was a knock on the door, slightly ajar from the last time you left your desk. When at home, you had an open door policy for your office. Joel and Sarah were always welcome to come in. The only exception was when the door was closed. If you were in a meeting or working on a deadline, you needed the quiet.

"Come in," you called out.

"You okay, darlin'? It's been a while since you came up for air." Joel closed the door behind him, though he left it ajar.

"I'm fine. I'm just up to my ears in order forms," you sighed. "They haven't looked at these since I came back, so I have a week's worth of orders to go through."

The side of Joel's mouth turned downward, his eyebrows knit together as he tried to think of a solution. He had been a firsthand witness to the last week you had.

You had come down with some sort of illness that left you in bed for the week. Joel was by your side as he nursed you back to health. Even now, he didn't think you were ready to go back to work, even if it was from the comfort of your own office. He had checked on you three times so far today. With each check in, you looked worse and worse.

"I know you don't want to hear this, but I think you should get some rest." Joel laid the back of his hand against your forehead. He sucked in a breath of air; you were hot to the touch.

"If I don't finish these, they'll never get done," you argued. "After I finish this batch, I'll go lay down." You tried to sound more assertive, but you sounded exhausted more than anything else.

"I'll hold you to it," Joel warned. He meant it too. He leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead.

"Oh, I know," you hummed, a bit amused.

Joel left you to get back to work despite his gut telling him to get you to bed. He was often the one to pull you away from your work when you weren't feeling well. While you grumbled at first, you usually thanked him once settled in bed.

He held off for an hour before he was back with a bowl of soup.

"You made this for me?" You asked as you glanced up from your laptop. Joel nodded, the bowl and a glass of water set on your desk.

"I did. You shoulda seen the look on Sarah's face when I broke out the soup pot," Joel chuckled. You grabbed for the bowl and ate a few bites. You almost melted into your seat from the comfort it brought you.

"Thank you. I'm almost done with the batch, I promise." You were trying your hardest to power through, but the words were starting to blur together. That, and Joel's concern sat like a weight on your shoulders. Every word you typed felt like more of a draw to leave your desk and curl up in your husband's arms. Still, you had to power through. The work had to be done whether you wanted to do it or not.

"I know. Call for me if you need me." Joel squeezed your shoulder before he took his leave again. You didn't know it, but he was already preparing for when he inevitably had to pull you away. If you were left to your own devices, you'd stay at your desk and stay glued to it through the night.

You stuck to your laptop for a couple of hours before there was a knock at the door. You were on the last few forms of the second batch you had gone through.

"Joel, I'm almost done," you said without looking up. "Stop interrupting me."

"Not happening. Come on."

You moved your hands as Joel reached over to close your laptop. When you turned around, he frowned. Exhaustion and pain were written all over your face.

"Honey–"

"No, I don't wanna hear it," Joel stopped you, a tone of finality in his voice. You stood from your seat, and he wrapped an arm around your middle. He guided you out of your office and down the hallways of your home.

"It's just a few more forms," you argued. "It'll take me ten minutes." Despite your protests, you didn't fight back as Joel sat you on the bed. He lifted your shirt off of you, and replaced it with one of his own.

"You said that two hours ago. Will you just let me take care of you?" Joel raised an eyebrow as he handed you a set of pajama shorts. You sighed before you nodded and took the shorts.

"The soup helped," you told him as you changed.

"Good. I got some tea boiling that'll help. That one you bought at the market." Joel lifted your side of the blanket once you were in comfortable clothes. He tucked you in and kneeled beside the bed.

Once settled in bed, you felt your body finally give to the sickness you had been holding out on. The throbbing behind your eyes had returned, along with the ache all over your body.

"Can you at least bring me my laptop so I can work from bed?" You were met with two raised eyebrows and a hand on the hip.

"Now why am I going to tell you no?" Joel watched as you faltered against the bed, your grumbles muffled by your rustling under the sheets.

"How dare you care about my wellbeing?" You rolled over and buried your face in Joel's pillow. He rubbed your back before he left the side of the bed.

"I'm getting you the tea. If you get out of bed, I'll drag you back myself," he warned. He didn't wait for a response.

Joel went downstairs to pour you a mug full of tea and took a sleeve of saltine crackers with him. He braced himself to fight with you, or at least argue back and forth, about the work situation. He was quiet as he entered your bedroom.

"If you have a—"

Surprised, Joel shut himself when he saw you passed out in the bed. You held his pillow close as you snored softly. Just as he expected, you were asleep as soon as your body had the chance to rest.

He set the tea and crackers down before he turned off the bedside lamp. Once the room was dark and the curtains were closed, he left you to finally catch up on the rest you desperately needed. If anyone knew what you needed, it was Joel Miller.

[3fingersofscotch]

Like a Party Favor

Like a Party Favor

Pairing: M/M/M/M/F Sylus x Zayne x Rafayel x Xavier x Afab Reader

Summary: In what scenario does MC get passed around like a party favor? This one!

WARNINGS: 18+ mdni!! GANGBANG, word porn with just enough plot to make your brain happy, double penetration, vaginal and anal sex, rough face fucking, rough cunniligus, creampies, tons of cum, like... tons, reverse harem, butt plugs, multiple partners, multiple positions, actual funny parts, gratuitous self pleasing smut.

Author's note: I started writing this back in August, so obviously some new cards have come out to spoil a couple of things. There is one chapter where Zayne is enjoying a martini. We know know he doesn't drink. Give me a break. This is a WIP. I'm trying to figure out how to fit Caleb in there somewhere.

Ao3- 3fingers_of_scotch

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You can’t hide your innermost desires from a man with an aether core in his eye. And this man in particular makes direct, sinister, enrapturing, infuriating eye contact with you as he plunders your body.

Sylus is a far departure from the men you are used to. You shudder at the thought. You’ve struggled with this for a while now. Grandma would be so ashamed if she were still around to find out.

You’ve sampled 4 men in as many weeks. 4 beautiful men with giant hearts and eyes that look at you like you hung the very stars in the sky. And while you let them ravage your body and lose yourself in their arms, in that brief searing moment, love seems so pure and so wholesome.

Then you come down from your high and that feeling is gone—replaced with the guilt of knowing you are nothing but a common, back stabbing whore who can’t pick one good man to give your heart to. You tell yourself that your love is true, that you aren’t a bad person. You don’t believe that lie for a second.

You know Sylus can hear the voice calling from the depths of your mind on occasion. He has heard your heart cry at some point-

Xavier

Rafayel

Zayne

And though he pretends he didn’t hear and that he doesn’t know, you can’t help but notice that those are the sessions that he fucks you the hardest. Those are the days that your orgasm rips through your chest because he fucks you like he paid top dollar to use your body like some common street walker.

‘This has to be grief,’ you tell yourself as you try to distract yourself from the mental and physical pain of losing your family in that explosion.

But if that were the case, grief is still not an excuse for being a bad woman.

Fuck me

He stares at you intently after you dismount the back of his bike and remove the helmet. You were painfully wet. Sylus had teased you all night when bidding became boring and he was certain no one was looking. You could tell he was wound up and ready to pop, especially since he’d taken the hand you had wrapped around his waist and placed it over his half hard erection when you were nearing his compound.

The wet spot you left on his bike was embarrassing. All of this was embarrassing. It is shameful how much you need him. It was disgraceful what your innermost desires confessed to him in the throes of passion.

You wonder why he hasn’t walked away. He continues to comply like your desires aren’t insane. He looks thrilled as he fulfills all of your darkest needs. He hasn’t said no yet. It appears he is also willing to comply tonight.

Fuck me

“In due time, kitten.” His voice is like warm honey in your ear and you tremble as his fingers tease under your skirt and slip into your panties. Sylus pulls your hips back into his clothed erection and you grind against his length, whimpering your want as the pads of his fingertips dig deeper to firmly tease your clit.

 You know you aren’t alone in the compound. Luke and Kieran are lurking somewhere, but you let Sylus rip open your blouse, buttons flying across the living room. His right hand is still playing with your pussy and you know your skirt has ridden all the way up, and the left hand pushed your bra up and over to expose your breasts so he could play with your nipple.

“Luke and Kieran--“ you begin.

“Will stay out of sight if they know what is good for them,” Sylus murmurs in your ear, making you shiver. His fingers sink in past the lips cloaking your entrance, making awkward squelching noises with each pump.

“Look down,” he orders. You comply and see him withdraw his fingers that are glistening with clear, sticky juices. He lifts his fingers to your lips. “Clean the mess you made, kitten.”

He normally likes some sort of resistance. Resisting has turned him on thoroughly in the past, but tonight, you just want to be fucked so bad and this back and forth is making you frustratingly hot.

You lap at his finger just like the stray kitten he imagines that you are and you hear him hiss with approval in your ear.

“Sweetie, when did you become so obedient?” the timber of his voice purrs.

“I won’t stay this way for long if you don’t bend me over soon!” Your frustration amuses him.

His evol envelops your body and lifts you off the ground to bring you upstairs and you feel your own juices tickle as they drip down your thighs uncomfortably.

His compound is too large. By the time you reach his bedroom, you are crying from need and Sylus hates seeing you cry.

“Shh, shhh,” he cooes as he unbuttons his shirt. His evol places you gently on the edge of the bed and you become increasingly frustrated as you try and tug his belt off. It won’t comply.

Sylus grabs your hand and lifts it to place a gentle kiss on the inside of your wrist as his other hand slides a notch on his belt buckle. It releases quickly and you unbutton and unzip his pants, feeling triumphant as the head of his big beautiful cock springs forward from his underwear. The front of his boxer briefs are nearly as wet as you are, and you lean forward to taste the tip of his cock.

It’s salty and bitter and oh so rewarding, especially as he hums his approval, fingers threading into your hair. You desire to be used. To be punished for being such a loose, despicable woman.

Fuck my face

And he does with hands firmly wound in your hair, he holds you in place as he thrusts. You can feel the head of his cock impact the back of your throat and that just won’t do. He clucks with disapproval, before repositioning you so that your throat lines up straight with is thrusts. You’ve practiced this before. Several times in fact, he has read your desires and given you exactly what you are too afraid to say aloud.

Today, the head of his cock enters the column of your throat, stretching out your esophagus. You clutch at his muscular thighs as you feel tears sting your eyes. He thrusts a few times, before abruptly withdrawing and throwing you back on the bed.

“I’m not ready to cum yet,” He growls and his right eye glows red. Your bra and panties are ripped off, but he leaves your skirt bunched up around your waist. 

Punish me

“How?” He asks as he kicks off his pants. You aren’t quite sure you even know yourself. But he always come up with an answer and you find yourself on your hands and knees in front of him. He sinks two fingers deep past the heat of your thighs and without warning, roughly finger fucks you, causing you to cry out blissfully.

This felt more like a reward than punishment and you want to be mad, but he is already making you cum and it catches both of you by surprise as you cry out and your inner walls clamp down around his fingers.

“Sylus! Ooh, Sylus!” He doesn’t need you to announce your orgasm because it won’t stop him. His fingers continue their plunder as his other hand caresses the smoothness of your ass cheek. You are screaming at this point, but the firm grasp he has of your ass is not lost on you. He squeezes roughly and as your second orgasm ripples through your body, his hand withdraws from your ass cheek and you are given a firm, stinging smack.

He’s never spanked you before, so he waits for you to protest before he dares to try again.

You love it. It only makes your orgasm more powerful and your cries only reflect pleasure.

“Hmm, this is interesting. Does the bad kitten need another spanking?” he asks. You can hear the amusement in his voice and although it annoys you, you also feel a wave of relief at the lack of disgust you were worried he’d feel.

You nod wordlessly in response and feel the crack as his palm smacks your ass with more force.

“Ooh!” You cry. Words are useless at this point and you quiver as you feel the bed dip behind you as Sylus climbs up, lining his cock with the entrance of your core and sinks in, filling you deeper than his fingers did. You moan as he gives you all of him and sighs your name under his breath.

He enjoys the feeling of your moist heat swallowing him for a moment before he moves, plunging violently deep within you.

Deeper and deeper and deeper. He’d crawl into you if he could, you were sure of it. The others could be too gentle when all you wanted was to be used. An endless stream of moans, curses and his name tumbles from your lips.

Punish me

Oh God, why is he reading you again right now? You were going to start thinking of the foulest, dirtiest things soon.

Sylus’ hand smacks your ass once more and you practically buck crying out sharply. That one was sure to leave a red welt. You want that and more and his cock feels so good and you feel so naughty.

“Slut.” Yes, you are his little slut. Your body was made to be wrapped around his, you are certain of it. His hand slaps your other ass cheek and the sting lingers.

“Oh, God,” you utter as you feel him reach forward and wind his fingers in your hair, using it as a handle as he continues to fuck you from behind. You are so close to cumming and the hair pulling nearly tips you over the edge.

“Does my little slut want me to cum in her tight pussy again?” Oh god, he was close too?

You love cum. You love being filled by cum. You love feeling a cock throb inside you as it releases rope after rope of cum.

Sylus never bothered to put on a condom. As a matter of fact, he never bothered to ask you if you were on birth control. You don’t think he really even cares. But every time he cums in you, he asks you for permission and its hot knowing that your pussy is good enough for his release.

Cum in my ass.

“Fuck!” Sylus bucks like he can’t believe what he just heard and you feel him coming completely undone, trembling and shaking as his cock throbs in you. He grips your hips, holding you flush against him, burying himself as far as possible and you are certain this is the longest he’s ever cum as you feel his body twitch and jerk against you.

“That was so fucking hot,” He murmurs as he rolls you onto your back. He kisses you the same as he always does when you are done. Deep, like he wants to say something that words can never convey. He leaves you, digging around a drawer in his room somewhere, but you can’t see because you are still trying to catch your breath. Despite not finishing, you are happy, ready to clean up and let sleep take you.

He returns, a lecherous grin you’ve never seen plastered on his face with a tube and a towel in his hand.

“Is that really where you want me to put it, kitten?”

Fuck, suddenly you remember that your inner most desire told him something you weren’t ready to reveal.

Sylus puts that nonsense to bed, silencing the protest you are about to utter with his lips. You feel the growing need as hope blooms in your chest. His lips taste the column of your neck and you realize that he is rock hard as his still wet erection rubs against your navel.

You want to touch him everywhere and he lets you as he continues to taste your chest. Your fingers grasp at his hair when you feel a lubed finger circle your asshole. Your cheeks burn bright red as he meets your gaze.

“Princess, you have to tell me. Is this what you want?” His voice is dripping with desire you didn’t know he’d hidden from you.

You can’t trust your voice, so you shyly nod and you feel his finger push in. You wince at the discomfort and he studies your face, pressing soft kisses to your temple to distract you and he pumps slowly, in and out until you nod that he can go faster. Whatever pain from initial entry subsided after a moment and you were ready for another.

You still can’t talk, so you nod once more and Sylus understands, grabbing the tube of lube and diligently applying more to his fingers before entering.

You can feel how hungry he is as his lips swallow yours. You try to match his enthusiasm, but his fingers scissoring and stretching you out distract you. He is diligent and gentle until he is not, needily nibbling at your ear and hungrily squeezing your body against his.

“Fuck, kitten, I need to be inside you so bad,” Sylus rocks his hips, grinding his erection against you. You can feel his leaking need.

“I’m ready,” you tell him. Honestly you aren’t sure, but you’ve never heard his voice drip with this much desperation. He withdraws his fingers and applies a generous amount of lube to his cock before rolling you onto your stomach.

“I’m sorry sweetie. This will probably hurt,” He whispers as he enters.

Despite Sylus’ diligent prep, it is searing. You feel the head of his cock ‘pop��� past the ring of your entrance and the pain is astounding. You buck and cry out as Sylus pins you down.

“Fuck!” Tears roll down your cheek and onto the mattress beneath you. “Fuck, Sylus!” You don’t think you can take it. His cock is so very huge and you are so very small.

“Shh,” he soothes and you hate him for it. “It will only hurt for a little while. Trust me.”

Sylus doesn’t press further and you focus on your breathing. It still hurts, but you think you can handle more.

“More,” you tell him and he obliges, sinking further into you as you continue to take deep breaths. It still hurts, but not as much as it did initially and you realize he is fully seated. He doesn’t move and you continue to focus on your breathing.

“Okay, Sylus. I’m okay.” Your voice is shaky and you are sure it betrayed you, but Sylus takes you at your word and gentle thrusts in slow shallow motions that are searing. You bite your lip, enduring the pain when you notice that suddenly, it doesn't hurt. As a matter of fact, it is starting to feel good.

It’s not long before your tepid breath becomes pleasurable moans and you feel Sylus huff in amusement against your shoulder.

“You like it, kitten?”

“Mmhmm, oh Sylus! Yes!” And that was all he needed to rear back and pound into your tiny body. Every bone and muscle in your body reverberates with each clap of his hips against your ass as you feel yourself sinking further and further into the mattress beneath you. You are swimming in a pool of sweat and your own desires and Sylus is unrelenting, encouraged by your screams of bliss.

“Fuck, your little asshole is so tight,” Sylus mutters and you can tell he is fighting a losing battle from the pitch of his voice. You can’t see him, but you imagine he is beautiful as he pounds you with abandon, glistening with the sweat you can smell all around you. His hand snakes its way under your torso and between your legs, teasing your clit deliciously.

“Sylus, mmm! Oh! Sylus, I’m gonna-“

“Me too," the way his moaning becomes more fevered as his breath becomes shallow confirms it.

"Cum for me, kitten!” You vision goes white hot. You are throbbing from multiple places. Sylus grunts are drowned out by your cries of pleasure and you feel him filling you up so nicely.

Sylus chuckles when he hears you whimper as he pulls out and pulls you into his arms. He places gentle kisses on your temple, like he wasn’t just balls deep in your asshole seconds ago.

“Thank you,” he whispers, gently running his fingers through your hair.

“For what?” You know the answer, but you want to hear him say it.

“Your first time. It’s a big deal. Thank you for choosing me.” Sylus picks you up with his Evol and takes you to his shower. His aftercare is like a routine at this point and doesn’t surprise you.

What does surprise you though is the hour under steaming hot jets where he persistently showers your body in doting kisses until you feel the temperature drop and know that the hot water is about to run out.

You feel guilty and undeserving once more as he pulls you into his chest and rapidly falls asleep. He always does when you are around, despite your opposite sleep schedules. But your body is exhausted and sleep claims you as you ponder what to do to get out of your predicament without hurting four men you care about deeply.

The only thing there to wake you in the morning was the glimmer of sun peeking through the dark curtains in Sylus’ room. You plug in the cellphone that you realize you never charged the previous night and head down to the kitchen to see if Sylus’ chef can whip something up for you. It isn’t until you are completely down the stairs that you realize that Sylus is talking to the three people you’ve been avoiding since you went into hiding at the N109 zone.

You hear Zayne, Rafayel and Xavier call out after you as you turn and run as fast as you can out the front door.

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[stanart4clearskin]

cowboy!art donaldson x farmer's daughter!reader

the two of you have known each other practically since birth. your parents were close friends and the donaldson's would come over to your house for dinners once a week. even though you two were always around each other, as children you guys never talked. art hung out with your older brothers while you kept to yourself during these family dinners. it wasn't until your brothers settled down and moved out that you were forced to make conversation with art.

while the parents talked, you and art sat on the other end of the table quietly eating your dinners. neither of you were keen on being the one to start the conversation but art knew you were shy so he took it upon himself to break the silence.

"how's school?" he asks, trying to keep the nervous tremble out of his voice.

you snort to yourself quietly and that makes art's cheeks flush pink. "we go to the same school and have the same classes." you remind him.

he pushes some of his food around his plate before talking again. "i know... i just thought it would be polite to ask."

the slight dejection is his voice makes you feel bad for not just answering his question. paired with the way he's refusing to meet your eyes makes your skin go hot in shame. "sorry,” you mumble, "i was just teasing."

ever since that fateful conversation, the two of you became inseparable. you were glued to the hip all throughout middle and high school. when college came everything stayed pretty much the same. art worked on your parent's ranch instead of pursing an education and you went to a local community college.

everyday after your classes you would go out to the pastures and watch art as he took care of the new calves. you would talk about your school day while art worked and listened. sometimes when you didn't have anything to talk about, he would teach you how to bottle feed the calves.

during the weekends when art didn't have work and you finished your homework, the two of you would spend all day in town. the day started with breakfast at the local diner where you worked during high school. the food wasn't that good but art swears by their black coffee so it's just become part of your guys’ routine. after breakfast the two of you walk a few blocks down to the movie theater and watch whatever is showing. usually the movies are crappy low budget ones from the 80s but occasionally your theater will get a new release. after the movies you guys are typically too full off of breakfast/theater snacks so you head down to the local bowling alley. art has a competitive streak so he always tries his hardest to beat you—and he does every time without fail. sometimes you let art play for the both of you and you head to the arcade that’s attached the alley. while art is working up a sweat bowling you’re working up a sweat playing dance dance revolution against some 12 year olds. after all of your guys’s exercise you typically finish the night at the town’s only italian restaurant or you’ll go to grandma donaldson’s house if she’s cooking that night.

[secondwatchers]

hiii! i really enjoy reading your purecacao fanfiction you’re one of the only people on tumblr feedjng me right now ☹️ your work is amazing!!

also uhhh sneaky request perhaps a purecacao fic where they both try and train each other in their respective fields? it would be really cool to see the contrast between them, warrior, healer etc also it could be some cute bonding time!

thanks and keep writing :3

New Talents

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Dark Cacao Cookie and Pure Vanilla Cookie were both respected and honoured in their unique abilities. A king who could wield a sword like no other, and a healer that could mend broken bones within minutes…

Yet, there was one recurring problem in the Dark Cacao Kingdom; a lack of medical herbs. Learning a little magic never hurt anyone, right..?

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PART 1 - HEALING

“Your Majesty!” A servant came rushing into the king’s office, startling the latter into looking up. “Your visitor has arrived, sire! He is earlier than expected-”

“Of course he is,” Dark Cacao Cookie said with a sigh, rising to his feet. “He always is. Lead the way.”

The servant nodded nervously, having to jog slightly to keep up with the long strides the latter took.

The servant and his master parted ways only when they arrived at the grand courtyard of the Citadel, where a massive cacao tree grew. It was both the biggest and oldest tree that grew in the entire kingdom; it had served as a primary income of cacao beans for many centuries.

There, under the shade of the tree, waited a figure that stood out against the cold and dark of the Dark Cacao Kingdom. His hair was blonde, his robes as white as snow and his cape a cheerful golden brown.

The newcomer’s eyes, opened just now, appeared to be mismatched; one as blue as a clear sky, and the other as yellow as the sun that shone in it.

“Dark Cacao Cookie, my friend!” Pure Vanilla Cookie said happily as the taller approached. “Oh, what a pleasure it is to see you healthy!”

“I wouldn’t describe my current state as ‘healthy’,” Dark Cacao hummed in reply. “These are the hardest months of the year… we cannot afford to waste resources on small injuries, even if said injuries start to infect.”

“Oh.” Pure Vanilla was silent for a second, before smiling again. “Well, my dear, how about I teach you a little trick? Everyone can learn magic, and the only resource it takes is your patience!”

“Yes, because I have so much of that,” Dark Cacao said drily. He removed his left glove anyway.

Pure Vanilla sucked air in sharply. The injury wasn’t large and could definitely be treated, but he could imagine the pain it brought the king..

“Accidental stab wound,” Dark Cacao murmured. “Held my blade the wrong way when sharpening my sword. It cut my palm.”

Pure Vanilla tsk-ed, holding Dark Cacao’s hand in his own. “Watch very carefully, and I’ll show you what you must do.”

Dark Cacao nodded, trying to focus on the magic and not on the fact those pretty eyes had closed again. “I’m listening.”

“Hold your hand above the injury, but do not touch it! I want you to imagine the energy streaming from your very core to your torso, to your arms, to your palm. Imagine using the energy to heal the wound, imagine your body fighting to close again.”

Dark Cacao grunted in reply, all his focus on the tingling of magic he could feel in his palm.

“Very good.. and now, for the final step..”

Dark Cacao’s eyes sharpened, fully prepared to do whatever was asked of him-

“Say ‘abrakadabra’.”

“No,” Dark Cacao deadpanned. “I’m not an idiot, Pure Vanilla. I know that is not how it works.”

“Worth a shot,” Pure Vanilla giggled, his eyes squinting in amusement. Dark Cacao felt his anger seep away. Damn that healer.

When Dark Cacao started repeating the earlier (valid) steps, he was mildly amazed to find his wound actually closing up. He knew Pure Vanilla was an extremely powerful healer, but he wasn’t aware of his teaching ability.

“..thank you,” Dark Cacao said, the corners of his mouth raised ever-so-slightly.

“Anytime, my friend!” Pure Vanilla said, beaming with happiness at the small smile he had been graced with.

PART 2 - FIGHTING

Dark Cacao had promised he’d repay Pure Vanilla when the latter left for his homeland, and he was a man to his word. So, here he was, on the training field, pulling out the old practice dummies.

Pure Vanilla sat on a nearby bench, watching him prepare the area. Sure, the healer was very innocent, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate his partner’s nice physique as he worked.

“These,” Dark Cacao said after he was done, tapping the eyes, the neck and the torso, “Are the best places to hit an enemy. A stab or punch to the eyes will momentarily disoriented and blind them, giving you a chance for a new attack. The neck is very important, too; a well-placed stab through the vocal cords or the windpipe, and you’ve won your battle.”

Pure Vanilla nodded, studying the dummy in front of him with a slightly tilted head. His orchid-like staff rested on the bench beside him, its eye focused on the explanation up front.

“There are multiple weak spots on the torso,” Dark Cacao continued. “The middle of the chest might seem logical, but it can be very hard to reach the heart; if you do it exactly right, your weapon might slip through the ribs, but it’s unlikely.”

Pure Vanilla hummed softly, indicating he was listening. It had been ages since he heard his lover talk so much and so passionately about something; they both knew Pure Vanilla wouldn’t need this information all too much, but it was nice to listen to Dark Cacao’s rant.

“Instead of going for the heart, go for the groin or abdomen. You, being a healer, know where the vital organs are - when faced with danger, always aim for those.” Dark Cacao threw Pure Vanilla the wooden sword trainees would use. “Go ahead, give me your worst.”

Pure Vanilla raised his eyebrows. “Am I not to practice on the dummy?”

“Ah, I doubt you can do much harm with that sword. I have a protective layer under my hanbok.”

“Hm.. very well, then,” Pure Vanilla said, standing up. He circled Dark Cacao for a few seconds, like he had seen the latter do so many times in battle, before striking. The blow was easily deflected.

Pure Vanilla’s eyes narrowed. Dark Cacao wasn’t going easy on him, then. Well, if that was the game they were playing…

Pure Vanilla lunged again, aiming for the other’s stomach - only, at the last moment, he changed his direction and went for the back of Dark Cacao’s knees. The usually stoic king let out a yelp as his legs gave in.

Dark Cacao clearly hadn’t expected such a strategy from a beginner, his eyes wide in surprise as he was knocked to the floor. He only realised what was happening when he felt Pure Vanilla sit on him to hold him down.

With a quiet (and very rare) chuckle, Dark Cacao pushed him off. “Okay, okay, enough, we’re not wrestling.”

Dark Cacao stood up, straightening his clothes before looking back at a proud Pure Vanilla, and he wasn’t shocked to feel pleased instead of angry.

“That was a very nice attack,” Dark Cacao admitted. “But if I had known what you were doing, I would’ve stopped you-!”

Pure Vanilla laughed, a joyful sound. He picked his staff again, throwing his wooden sword at Dark Cacao’s feet. “If you say so, my dear.. I can see you didn’t expect me to have any talent, hm?”

“That’s not- I did not-” Dark Cacao protested.

“I know,” Pure Vanilla chuckled. “I’m only joking..”

Standing on his toes to reach Dark Cacao’s cheek, Pure Vanilla surprised him for the second time that day; a small kiss was pressed to his face.

Despite the cold around them, Dark Cacao could feel a warmth rising to his cheeks…

[slavicdolls4mangione]

hi can you write a HC of lulu comforting reader while she has a panic attack where he holds her from behind and tells her to breathe with him, then they cuddle in bed and he's playing with her .... thank youuuu

hi sweets! here you go! (i didn’t know if you wanted it to turn smutty so i kinda made it suggestive at the end, hope you don’t mind!)

lu comforting you during a panic attack hc 💌:

TW: panic attacks, anxiety

- the panic attack would take over you out of nowhere, you were just chilling in bed, tired from work, waiting for your boyfriend to come back home when you suddenly start feeling your heart pounding in your chest, your breathing comes out uneven, labored and the room begins to spin

- you try your hardest to calm yourself down, but your thoughts are a tangled mess and you can’t for the life of you think straight

-as it progressively gets worse, you can only pray luigi will be home any minute as he knows how to calm you down

- lu would come back to your shared apartment after work expecting you in the living room, waiting for him like you always do so you could brief each other on your respective days

- but when he walks in, you’re nowhere to be found, not in the living room, not in the kitchen; he assumes you’re either in the bedroom or bathroom and after putting his bag and jacket away, he goes into the direction of your shared room

- as he gets closer to the door, he faintly hears what sounds like rapid heaving and he storms into the bedroom, eyes filled with concern

- and that’s how he finds you, on your knees at the end of the bed, gripping at your shirt as your breathing comes out labored

- he’d immediately sink down next to you, his voice calming and soothing as he takes your hands in his “hey, hey it’s okay bella,” brushing his thumbs over the back of your hands in slow, rhythmic motions. “you’re safe, i’m right here with you.”

- you would try to focus on his voice but the panic makes everything feel distant; sensing and seeing your struggle, lu would get closer to you and put one hand on your back, softly rubbing to bring you back to him “breathe with me angel, you’re okay”

- he’d breathe in, then out, slowly, coaching you to follow his lead, waiting patiently as you try to match his rhythm

- your breathing, once shaky, would slowly start getting calmer, more grounded

-lu would be so patient, reassuring and loving, praising you telling you “you’re doing so good for me baby, that’s it, in… out”

- as your breathing finally slows down after what feels like eternity to you, he’d pull you up with him and lay down in bed, with you laying on top of him

- he’d kiss your temples, your cheeks, your lips, down your neck, telling you how proud he is of you for getting through it, how strong you are, how you’re his best girl

- he can tell the panic attack left you feeling exhausted but you’re looking at him with big shiny bambi eyes and he knows exactly what you need in that moment

- you need to feel as close to him as physically possible so you guys would end up cockwarming, him holding you close to him while you drift in and out of sleep, with lu mumbling soft praises in your ear, playing with your hair, hoping you’ll feel better soon <3

[ushkoo]

The mercs skiiing/ snowboarding!

Ooo ok!! I’ve actually never been skiing or snowboarding but I’ll try my best based on my limited knowledge! (/u v u)/

I’m also choosing to say that they have no prior experience in skiing or snowboarding.

TF2 MERCS SKIING / SNOWBOARDING 🌨️

Scout:

Has he ever been skiing before? No. Will he insist that it’s easy and that he can do it? Naturally. He skips any training or easier trails and goes straight for the hardest one possible. He needs to impress everyone and show off how naturally talented he is! Of course, it goes horribly and he ends up as a pile of fractured limbs at the bottom of the trail. He’ll still blame the skis rather than his lack of experience.

Soldier:

I think that Soldier would look very intense whilst skiing as slowly as possible. Much like Scout, he skipped any kind of training, real men don’t need to take baby steps. He’s focusing to make sure nobody’s going to try and sabotage him!! He would likely get knocked over by some kids (Scout) speeding by, declare it as an enemy attack and ski after them at full speed whilst yelling various insults.

Pyro:

Pyro would probably prefer snowboarding over skiing! And I think they’d be surprisingly decent too! Unlike a lot of the other mercs, they’re actually taking their time to go through the basic training before tackling anything harder. It wouldn’t take long for them to get the hang of it either! Once they knew what they were doing, they’d be having the time of their life! Pyro would enjoy speeding around other people, they would definitely be making fun of Soldier on their way by too. It would be hard to break the news when it was time to go home.

Demo:

Demo would (much like the others) skip any kind of training. He’s going down the highest slopes with whiskey and a dream. It wouldn’t take long for him to regret his choice and totally lose control of the skis. He’d shoot down the slope at full speed, crash, insist that he’s fine then try again. If he happened to be sober, though, he might do a LITTLE training. He would just learn the very basics and see what happens.

Heavy:

I’m choosing to say Heavy is skiing because I think it’s funny. Unlike most of the others, he’d actually do the entire training course before tackling anything harder! He knows he’s a big guy, he doesn’t want to fall on a bystander. Once he finished the training, he would actually be rather elegant. He’s no professional, but he knows what he’s doing! When Demo’s crashing down the slope, he’s the one shooting after him to try and recuse him.

Engineer:

Engie is definitely a snowboarder! He’d take the training course first but would be a little shit about it. He would roll his eyes half the time and be impatient about it if anyone was taking too long and holding everyone else up. Once he’s ready, he’ll go down the slopes at his own pace. Of course, until Pyro speeds by him, then it’s a competition. Pyro might see it as a fun little game but Engie sees it as a blood sport.

Medic:

Medic would be pretty good at skiing! He’d do the training, get excited about getting a lil certificate to say he can do basic skiing stuff then go and start skiing for real! He’d happily ski next to Heavy, chat to him about whatever he’s working on and get all pissy when Heavy speeds off to save Demo. He’d also be pretty elegant, it’s shocking that this is his first time skiing as he looks rather professional.

Sniper:

Snipers definitely a snowboarder! He does as little training as he needs to then goes out to test his limited skills. He wouldn’t be perfect, he’d probably even get grumpy after a while, but he’d do his best! He would eventually get the hang of it and somewhat enjoy going down slopes at a safe, moderated pace.

Spy:

Spy would be pissy about even having to do this in the first place, but he would eventually settle to try skiing. Shockingly, he would do the training and not be too grumpy about it. He understands that he isn’t a professional skier and that everyone starts somewhere. When he’s ready, he’ll go out to the slopes and ski at a slow and sensible pace. He would also take a lot of joy in watching Scout tumbling by.

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Aaaa hope this was okay! Like I said, I don’t know much about skiing or snowboarding except the very basic stuff (*´∀`*)

[rei-ismyname]

The X-Men try to kill Cyclops

AKA Die Hard in the X-Mansion

Mastermind is really salty about all the times he's provoked the X-Men and it's ended terribly for him. He decides to have them kill each other through the power of illusions. Cyclops has figured it out, but gets caught slipping, not realising they think he's Phoenix. Colossus pounds him, breaking a few ribs and it's on.

All the X-Men start coming at him hard. He has his optic blasts but there's a lot of them and they have various powers. Fortunately, he knows them well and is very good at small unit tactics. If he fights them all at once he'll lose badly so he works to create some space between them and hopefully engage them one by one.

Cyclops uses Colossus as a bowling ball against Rogue and Storm, stalling the two hardest hitters, then fakes out Kurt to blast Logan behind him. He snipes Kurt out of the air then runs from Lockheed, not knowing enough about him. He's feeling his broken ribs while barreling down the hallway when Kitty phases through the wall and tackles him.

Scott holds on and throws them both off the balcony. Kitty instinctively phases to avoid injury and they move through the building into the Danger Room. Storm is like 'let's kill this motherfucker' and sends Kurt to disengage the safety interlocks.

A nerve pinch knocks Kitty out and an optic blast prevents Nightcrawler from changing the terrain to something that'll kill him. Scott has a portable module with the Danger Room controls so he sends the non-flyers plummeting and buys himself some time.

After giving himself some cover from Storm and Rogue's air attacks, Scott figures he doesn't have to worry about Kitty or Kurt. Wolverine, on the other hand, will stab the fuck out of him. Lurking in a tree gives him a good line of sight to pin Logan down with optic blasts.

Logan's briefly out of it so Scott keeps running. He doesn't say it, but he thinks a pretty hot diss towards Colossus. Then again, he lures him into quicksand easily. The Danger Room is a fucking death trap, seriously.

The exit is in sight and Scott has a gas mask on. As he runs towards it Storm very nearly kills him with a lightning bolt. It's not through any moves of Scott's either, Storm is wondering WTF is going on. This isn't exactly Phoenix behaviour. He zaps her out of the sky, trusting that Rogue would catch her.

Fortunately she does, but then the reason for the mask becomes apparent. Cyclops programmed Wizard of Oz poppies that knock out whoever breathes their pollen (high as a kite I assume) and he fires a wide beam to kick up as much dust as possible. With everyone knocked out, he locks the Danger Room and goes to kick the shit out of Mastermind. Don't mess with Cyclops, especially not in the Danger Room. It's his home ground. The X-Men are all pretty fucking impressed once they get the full story.

[tonguetiedraven]

Yukio and Saburota Todou, an Ongoing Drama

Part Five of my Critically Reading Yukio series. Good news! You can now read the other four parts (and this fifth part!) On ao3! Check it out here. I highly recommend reading them all in order if you haven't. I'm going over the full series and start from chapter two, because there is a lot it's easy to miss or misinterpret Yukio's actions.

(The excitement I feel at not having to hunt down and link all those tumblr parts xD)

Part four covered Yukio's reaction to the trial and started on Yukio's relationship with True Cross itself, manipulative and abusive organization that it is.

We closed off with a scene of Yukio talking with Shura in chapter 15, wherein he discovered that Shura had realized Mephisto was plotting and had helped him reveal Rin so that Rin could use his flames publicly.

We're picking up right where we left off with Shura commenting that she's worried about Yukio. That he's the one that represses his emotions and that people who do that easily succumb to demons.

This is never particularly well explained in the anime, so I'll take a moment to expand on that point. This point.

Exorcist work requires you to face and confront a lot of demons. That's obvious, but it also means that you are interacting with a lot of demons and demons are manipulative and feed off emotions to at least some extent, and they exploit stress, resentment, and anger.

If you are a person who is highly stressed, exhausted, emotionally ungrounded, and pessimistic, you are not going to be well suited to the high volume of demonic interaction that exorcism requires. (You're not going to be well suited to a lot of things. Mental health is far harder to maintain when you are exhausted, stressed, and not living healthily.)

Rin is a character who looks on the bright side of life (yes I'm singing that and if you did too, kudos! That song really applies, funnily enough.)

He isn't too emotionally burdened by his negative emotions or the bad things that has happened. They're essentially out of sight and out of mind for him most of the time. He's coming to terms with everything that happened and keeps his chin up. He doesn't repress most of his emotions, and he's quick to look on the bright side, often unrealistically. And to be a good exorcist, he needs to.

Rin is not the smartest in our cast of characters (he's in the lowest class of our main group) but he's also one of the harder to manipulate because of those facts. He doesn't fall too easily to the alluring words and manipulations of his enemies. He believes in his friends and he believes in trying his hardest. He might not (likely won't) get what the bigger strategies are or understand all the layers of what's going on with the Demon Kings and Assiah and Gehenna, but he's dependable and grounded.

That is, he is until the current arc. I'm writing this when chapter 156 is the latest chapter, and at this point, Rin is repressing his emotions and it's worrying.

Yukio on the other hand... Yukio, for about half of the manga, is fairly healthy and not exactly rested, but he doesn't give off the appearance of exhaustion. He is also very much repressing his emotions. He doesn't let himself mourn his father or really feel his anger about all the things that have gone wrong and the ways he's been wronged and required to do so much. He does not want to be the emotional and weak cry baby he once was, so he tries to go as hard in the opposite direction as he can, and it will lead to problems.

Also bear the above in mind for any character. Fighting demons and being an exorcist when you're emotionally and physically compromised leads to problems. This will ring true for more than just Yukio.

Moving on! This moment in chapter 15.

Yukio basically shrugs Shura's warning off. Entirely understandable as he doesn't respect her and she doesn't respect him and she hasn't given him a reason thus far to take any advice or wisdom she might be offering. She is not, thus far, a safe place or person for him.

She encourages him to be honest with her (meaning to release his pent up frustrations and grief and anger over all the bullshit of the last months, honestly the last eight years since he got pulled into all this exorcism nonsense) so Yukio roasts her. This was probably because it felt good, and it distracted from the conversation they'd been having.

Rin watches from his candles and gets frustrated that he could barely hit one or two and they're talking and joking and messing with each other, and neither one of them have still missed a single target on the highest level.

He looses hold of his flames with his frustrations.

And obviously that doesn't go over well, even when Rin tries to put it off as him finally managing his flames somewhat because he didn't burn them or their underwear! Progress!

Obviously that doesn't go over. Also, that's pair two of Yukio's glasses gone. Both have been destroyed by Rin at this point, but there will be some other causes.

Now we get a little reveal that Shura was trying to help him loosen up and it sort of works. He got to relieve a bit of stress with the practice and probably with telling her that he doesn't like her.

The chapter ends with them getting an assignment and taking Rin's clothes to leave the training area.

Chapter 16 opens with a scene of a kid getting abducted by some weird gas masked figure and the trio appearing at North True Cross which s the poor part of True Cross. It is a BIG town. Not just the Academy.

Yukio's vibe through this entire opening is tired and frustrated baby sitter. He is frowning through this entire interaction.

Shura is complaining and also giving off tired vibes, and Rin is almost feral with his excitement and not matching the general vibe of the others, lol.

We are pausing real quick for this panel

Because that trembling guy in the lower right corner is an important part of this story, and quite frankly, it isn't only Yukio he manipulates (or tries to manipulate) it is, dear reader, you too.

Saburota Todou. An officer for True Cross who is Warden of the Deep Keep. Those are basically the vaults. All the items we don't talk about and don't know about are contained/hidden there. Dangerous things. Things like the Left Eye of the Impure King.

I will tell you now, this man is a liar. As a liar, we have to be careful of everything he says. There are a lot of manipulative and lying individuals in this manga, and he is a big one. They will all seldom tell the entire truth and they will all seldom tell an entire lie. They like to mix them. It makes both harder to tell apart.

Long story short: someone stole the eye, they (exorcists) pursued the masked person who abducted a kid as a shield. He then knocked a lot of the exorcists and civilians down and out with the infectious miasma in the eye. No one knows how the masked man got in the super secret and protected part of the Tokyo branch.

We will before much longer.

Todou tells us this story and he is laying it on thick. He is trembling and stuttering and acting terrified. To the point that Yukio is wondering if he's fit to be in charge. Silently, and to himself, but he's already on alert.

Yukio starts to suggest he and Shura handle the masked man. They're interrupted by the nervous mom before they can, and she begs them to save her boy. Rin hastily say yeah, he promises that they'll rescue him. Yukio immediately grabs him and shoves his way forward to correct Rin.

He clarifies that they can't promise to save the boy and that she should brace herself for the worse.

Now I'm not here to say which is the right answer. I think there was a middle ground. Regardless, Yukio clarifies his reasoning a second later here.

Now this is an important moment to pause on, not so much for the argument itself because they're both right to an extent, but because it happens right in front of Todou. He sees Yukio struggling to corral Rin and sees Yukio visibly agitated by Rin's words.

And I have to point out that Rin called Yukio a wimp. Over and over again the core fear Yukio has of being the weak cry baby again is poked at by Rin. Yes, Rin likely doesn't know that it is a deep fear of Yukio's, but not knowing about a fear doesn't mean you don't hurt or aggravate the frightened. No more than Yukio not knowing about Rin's lingering guilt of Shirou's death gives him a pass for making it worse in their chapter 2 argument.

Neither brother is communicating clearly with the other. They're both stubborn and they're both bringing good points forward, but they cannot and will not listen to each other.

Todou sees and Todous schemes.

They all start heading down to find the kid and the villain who stole the eye, and Rin is (supposedly) left up top with Shura who is honestly just the worst babysitter. She loses sight of Rin pretty much any time he's in her grasp.

The group small talks and it is just instantly loaded small talk.

Look at the way Todou pokes at Yukio. It's subtle and well done. It's an insult while making it sound like he's complimenting Yukio. You're troubled he says, even though we, the reader, should at this point know that Rin is the one with the troubled background by most standards. Yukio has exceled at his exorcism work and his academic work and is currently popular among his fellow students.

The 'troubled background' can really only be a reference to being the child of Satan. Thus far, Todou is the only person we the reader has seen really talk about Yukio being the child of Satan.

Secondly, he also points out that Yukio is young, and we've already seen that Yukio really dislikes being called young and reminded that he is in fact young.

Kato is wasting no real-estate insetting up tension between these characters.

Yukio returns the observation with his own, and with a subtle side eye. He tells us a small bit about Todou's family, a tit for tat if you will.

Rin shows up at this point and Yukio gets, understandably, mad. Rin is a wild card to have around on a mission. He still doesn't listen to orders and he's already made it clear that he thinks Yukio's goals (retrieving the eye to prevent it from being used dangerously) is the wrong goal and their goal should be the child.

The bird is playing the role of canary in a coal mine. It sings and if it stops singing you've found the misama source. (If a canary stops singing in a coal mine, it's come across some dangerous gas and you need to get out. The birds are early warning signs of danger and basically sacrifices.)

I am dismayed to say I don't think this birdy makes it. They disappear part way through and I think it got left behind ;-;

Yukio lets him hold the bird and by all accounts, they immediately run into the masked guy. The masked guy that one shot from Yukio disintegrates. Yukio confirms that the eye is a fake and this entire thing was a decoy, and Todou choses that moment to reveal himself by kicking Yukio in the back.

He's fallen. He's been corrupted. He's the betrayer and the reason the eye was stolen. He's been pretending to be a coward.

Rin grabs the kid and runs, Toudou sends miasma and a shadowy thing at Rin, Rin flames up, and it makes the miasma on the kid grow dramatically.

Yukio can't respond to that or Rin being attacked because Toudou immediately goes hard after him.

And Todou does not stop talking and he will not stop talking anytime he gets around Yukio from now on.

A lot of readers take everything he says as an accurate assessment of Yukio's thoughts and feelings. It's not questioned and it's believed, even though Yukio himself will voice his own thoughts and opinions on Toudou's words and clarify what is actually happening.

I encourage you, reader, to take everything he says with some salt. He's manipulative, and he's talking a lot about himself and putting his thoughts, emotions, and motivations on Yukio.

This. This is what I find people most tend to put on Yukio.

"I decided to recognize my true feelings. I came to hate my family, this organization, and the world!"

As we go through this, we need to be careful who we're listening to. Yukio will spend the next several arcs working through different parts of this and the upcoming statement, but it will never ring quite true. It does not capture who Yukio is or what his motivations and emotions are. (Whenever he stops suppressing them.) He is not Todou. He did not murder his family and try to write it off as enlightenment. He did not steal a valuable and dangerous artifact that caused the death of tens of thousands of people and will go on to cause mass amounts of illness and steal an immensely powerful demon and force it into subjugation.

He is not weak and he was seduced by a demon or the 'light.' And Yukio didn't do all that in front of his daughter and then bring her into a cult.

He lets Yukio up with this statement.

Again, yes and no.

I think we need to pause and reflect on Yukio's relationship with Shirou, complicated and half understood thing that it is. To do that we're going into the past and we're going into it far into the manga future, lol. We're going into chapter 120.

Chapter 120 is post blue night but while Rin is still viewing the past. It takes place shortly before he catches up to the live time. Right before the manga itself started.

It gives us a really important piece of information, and gives us more of a peek into just why Yukio answered the way he did to Shura's earlier question about what makes a good exorcist.

This scene starts with Rin mouthing off and walking off, leaving Shirou annoyed but also hopeful because Rin does make breakfast.

So first and very importantly, "You can hear him?"

Yukio knows that Satan is still around and still attached in some way to Shirou. He knows it's getting bad. So when he told Rin that he knew Satan couldn't get Shirou without Shirou's heart being broken, it was because of this. We don't know how long he's known, but the scene makes it feel like it has been a while.

We see Yukio talking to his father in an adult way, and he's being treated like the kid he still is, mostly dismissed and not made the confident he longs to be. His fears are dismissed and he's told not to worry as Shirou makes it a joke. Shirou doesn't want him to worry because Shirou knows his time is running out and that he's leaving these kids in such a dangerous situation.

Yukio wants to be treated as a capable and professional exorcist. He was raised to be one since he was seven, and he has spent more of his life striving for that goal than not. He is often treated as one when it's convenient -- like when there's a task to be done or a class to watch -- but seldom treated as one when it comes to be trusted with information or with the help he wants to give.

It's a double standard, and over and over again we see that he can never quite escape the perception of being weak and a crybaby to those he most cares about.

I have no doubt that this sort of moment and every moment of trying and failing to get Rin to listen or be cautious for the last months flashes through Yukio's mind as Todou is talking here.

Yukio is visibly shaken, but I don't think it's entirely the accusation that he hates his family. I think more of what he's distraught about is that he didn't anticipate it.

He was caught off guard and up to this point, we've only seen that really happen once. With Neuhaus. Outside of that, frustrated or not, Yukio isn't really taken off guard.

(I'll add in an honorary mention of Rin using his head with Kuro too. xD)

He was caught of guard and compromised, and tricked. Yukio cannot ever afford to be tricked.

Now we the current readers realize this is just blatantly about the Illuminati. Readers at this time didn't. Yukio...

I could see him knowing something about the Illuminati, especially with all the ways Shirou was tied into that from Section Thirteen and the Blue Night, but I also easily see him not knowing it's the Illuminati. I don't think we get too clear an answer either way.

Regardless,

Todou absolutely accomplished his goal.

Yukio is panicked, shaking, upset,

Hearing Todou's words echoing in his head. Do note that Yukio himself is not saying these.

(I also need to point out that he's seeing them smiling and happy while he's scared and crying. Give the boy a hug.)

And it seems to me that this moment

Was learned directly from Shirou. When you are out of control of yourself and your emotions, when you fear succumbing to a demon, harm yourself. Demons cannot stay in those vessels.

He defies the words and defies the emotions, and he defies the meaning in them.

And the job is finished, and it's Yukio bringing the child back to his mother. Not Rin. Rin watches as Yukio takes care of the miasma that his flames worsened.

Rin is visibly mad. He was yelled at during this mission, not entirely deservingly, but the frustrated anger in his gaze feels misplaced with everything that just transpired.

What Rin does not (and honestly will not for most of this manga) see is that Yukio is the commanding officer here. He is the higher rank. He has the right and expectation to give orders and have them followed.

Rin does not have control of his flames -- last chapter had him spending a large portion of it just practicing lighting candles -- and that lack of control and understanding resulted in the miasma worsening.

Rin also does not like to be told what to do and really does not like it being Yukio telling him what to do.

Yukio on the other side of that hates being undermined and not being listened to. At this point, these two don't work ideally together on missions, and it is heightening both their frustrations and their fears and inadequacies. They creating friction and they both have a lot of things unresolved.

This happens mere days after the forest. Neither of them have had a chance to deal with or talk about that (not that we've seen) and they never dealt with any of the Shirou or Rin awakening stuff either. They continue to put off conversations and it results in issues with both of them.

Mephisto, as always, chooses that tense moment to appear. King of Time and Space has the best flare for drama.

I'm skipping most of this conversation because I've assumed everyone reading this knows the overall story. Suffice to say it tells us that the Eye was stolen.

Yukio is given the job to get it. Rin is getting more and more tense through this scene, and they're given one hour to get ready. Yukio leaves with Mephisto, or tries to. He's stopped by Rin.

We're going to most set aside how bizarrely out of line Rin's motivations are here for the task they just had (the implication of 'I'll surpass you' makes all this out to be some kind of contest, extra bizarre when Rin was just the one that pointed out that they should be helping people, but now instead of celebrating the child being saved he's wanting to beat Yukio, and I think we as a fandom need to acknowledge and look more closely at those often passed over and contradicting parts of Rin because it makes him far more interesting and human.)

Instead, I want to look at what this does to Yukio.

At this point, he has far surpassed Rin in most tangible ways. He has a better academic record, a higher rank, more respect among most of their coworkers, and he was the one that finished the mission and aided the child.

But mere moments ago he had felt himself panic and fail the impossible standards he holds himself at. He did not view himself as the winning party in that entire thing.

But Rin did, and Rin is made about it and wanting to beat Yukio.

Yukio...

Grins as he feels settled (at least somewhat) in himself again. Is he suppressing things? You betcha.

I am, unfortunately at my image limit (again) so we're going to end this part here. Todou will be back, and the ensuing drama from that will be much worse.

For now, I leave you with these two brothers who are not communicating efficiently and both about to be in danger of having their heart be weak.

[kfan04]

I'm so, so glad I caught you. That's a ton of lore, and believe me, I tried my hardest to find out at least half of this information and didn't manage to. You kinda brought me a bag of candies with this one <3

Actually, I think you've suggested the answer to my initial question (the one I had in my head) about what's Romeo's problem. I was trying to find a reason behind his decisions, and "I won't lose anything else" seems the most convincing out of all I could've thought of.

It explains his persistence with Kaito while not contradicting (as far as I know) any plot points. There are some questions left, like: How did they first meet? What happened with Romeo's family? What has changed with the Clash? What is it about Kaito's pendant? What is it about Kaito's family? In what particular way is Kaito's presence valuable/advantageous for Romeo? Or the one I'm very curious about: Is there a way out for Kaito? I just feel sorry for the dude. I study business and constantly feel the urge to get inside the story and help him figure his debts out (possibly by also making him pinky promise me he won't gamble again). Although my beliefs would clash hard with the reality of the absence of law and basically prison of the environment... But for now I'm satisfied.

Just a couple of things I wanted to adress:

- there's definitely some tension, or maybe, competition between Taiga and Jin

That scene in the assembly was so nerve-wracking! With MC's help, Jin just straight up forced Taiga, who is very unstable and self-righteous, to sit still. Taiga's reaction made me think it wasn't the first time it happened? Was Jin using this power on the regular basis before? Taiga's "Jin" could mean he actually respects him, though who knows.

Frostheim and Sinostra, political power and wealth and danger and money, they go well together, but work on the different principles. The relationship between these two has to be very special. That's why Romeo's grudge for Frostheim and Taiga's... how would you call that look he gave Jin? There's more to it, I would say.

- Luca's time in Darkwick

I haven't even considered Luca to be eventually leaving! You know how in anime transfer students usually stay until the very end? I thought it would be the case. Plus, Darkwick is the kind of place nobody can leave — I remember realising that and thinking, "Luca is now cooked."

But now that you mention it, yes, Luca might transfer back after all... Again, given the genre of the game, unlikely, but it's not like the characters know they are in the game. Luca for now seems to be the most clueless about Darkwick character. He's doing what he thinks is right... but generally playing by the rules of others. I found it interesting when he was shown to be kinda bloodlusted in chapter 1, slicing that anomalies again and again after they've already died. He is also quite reckless, jumping into action immediately. This is almost the opposite from Kaito, who overthinks everything.

It makes sense Kaito knows a whole lot about Darkwick, having spent a year there already. Even as someone who tries to actively avoid trouble and danger, he seems to know important information. Between Luca and Kaito, Luca is more skilled, but Kaito is more involved. He is more of a player, in every sense, while Luca is interested in outside words, or particularly his goal, demons, than in politics. But it could change! In the case of Vagastrom, Leo was chosen to be vice because of his marks, I think? If Luca doesn't leave, he has a better chance in this case.

- what Kaito is capable of

You've mentioned how Darkwick might know more about Kaito than Kaito does himself, and I lean to this as well! Kaito's stigma has to do with auras — in chapter 13, he saw the mirror's aura without saying any incantation first. Does his stigma work all the time, like Subaru's? Kaito doesn't want to use MC's powers, which makes it very intriguing how they would work. If his stigma allows him to discover more about the person, would strengthening stigma allow him to know even more about the insides of the person? Or maybe influence them somehow?

Kaito's stigma may have to do with his interests. He knows astronomy, and someone mentioned he was shown with Taro cards in the chibi images. In the prologue, he was addressing some higher powers to escape from Romeo, which could be for comic relief, of course, or not. Do you happen to know anything else about it?

- Romeo & Hyde

Hyde is sketchy, period. He also holds a lot of power and participates in the academy's decision-making. But is he on Romeo's side, really?

Romeo mentioned he worked a lot to get the position he has now. It probably refers to what he has gone through after his family's crash. Hyde mentions it is Romeo who is more active in their relationship. This suggests Romeo was the one who approached Hyde first, possibly wanting something from, but if we look at their dynamics now, Hyde is constantly calling Romeo — almost as if he's the one establishing their objectives. Hyde definitely holds power over Romeo in many ways, manipulating him, while also doing stuff behind his back.

I think Hyde is using Romeo to destabilise Darkwick's environment, in return covering for him and Sinostra, and giving him an illusion of advantage over other houses and over everyone else. And Romeo either genuinely believes it will benefit him, or is afraid of Hyde and is too deep... I think. He certainly gives Hyde more respect than he does regarding anyone else.

Linking it back to Kaito, I'm only curious if Hyde had some say in this situation. Did he somehow hinted Kaito would be of use? Or maybe it's just Romeo's individual investment.

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What do you think is going on with Kaito and Romeo?

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Particularly I'm interested in why Romeo seems to be so clingy with Kaito. I know that there are already some explanations — Kaito's debt and Kaito's pendant — but don't you think Romeo is putting too much effort into this?

Regarding **debt**: does Romeo chase around everyone with debt on the regular basis? Also, the academy is clearly full on well-off students, it would make much more sense to concentrate on them. Kaito doesn't have money and he won't somehow get them out of nowhere (Luca is another discussion).

Regarding **pendant**: have you noticed that Romeo is trying to convince Kaito to give him the pendant, instead of taking it away by force? Throughout the chapters he hasn't really tried to take the pendant away, although I think Romeo's more than capable of it. He is stronger than Kaito and the latter didn't have any protectors before Luca (Tohma and Jin are also not shown to be close enough to Kaito to defend him in the past). Otherwise, there must have been tons of opportunities for Romeo to hurt or kill Kaito and take away the pendant, everyone dies left and right, even when they were on the mission — little accident, minus one ghoul, nobody would've probably suspected anything. Why hasn't Romeo taken the pendant away already?

Regarding **Romeo's time and effort**: despite being the busy man Romeo claims he is, he still finds time to regularly look around for Kaito, calling his name, and with a gun. He asks MC for Kaito's schedule — twice. He spams Kaito with messages. He locks Kaito in the cage in his private office very few people know about — this is just another level, because why. He also takes Kaito on a mission with him, when being told that was his chance to assemble the best possible team — notably, he goes for Kaito before contacting his actual friends, and also has to threaten Kaito to go with him in first place. On the mission, it's Romeo's decision to split, and both times he takes Kaito with him, also physically dragging him and just casually intimidating him along the way.

Who would go that far for the indebted guy? Or even for a pendant? It's more like Romeo's interested in Kaito being constantly around, but also, why?

Regarding **Romeo's attitude**: he's the mix of tenderness and frustration when it comes to Kaito. The phrase he use to call him is *Doko itta no, dete oide?* which translates kinda like *Where have you gone? Come on, come out!* and is often used to talk to animals and kids. He also uses *Fuji-kun*, emphasising on either Kaito being his kouhai, or being on friendly terms with him. He's very touchy when it comes to Kaito — grabbing his hand, his collar, his ear, shaking his shoulders, clamping a hand over his mouth. It's not necessarily tender, but it seems that Romeo finds it absolutely natural to act towards Kaito in such way. Romeo's also often implying Kaito acts unreasonable towards him when not willing to comply, like when Kaito is hiding or running away from him, or when he doesn't want to go on the mission. One time he says something along the lines "there's more on the map than that, so just shut up and do as I say", implying it's in Kaito's interest to listen to him.

**Why does Romeo seem to be convinced that Kaito should be doing as he says without asking questions?**

Regarding **Kaito's attitude**: Kaito isn't shown to be super intimidated by Romeo. Yes, he runs away away from him, and in one voiceline he mentions he started getting chills when someone calls his name because of Romeo — so it's not like Kaito doesn't recognise Romeo as a threat. However, Kaito is constantly talking back and resisting. When talking to Romeo, Kaito openly questions his decisions, mocks him, swears at him, uses *omae*, simply disagrees and Romeo has to put *a lot of* effort to actually get Kaito to do something — and half of the time, Kaito doesn't do what is expected of him anyway. He talks to Romeo almost freely, definitely less scared than with Jin or with Tohma, or even with Ren or Jiro. Interestingly, Kaito uses *Romeo-san*, instead of *-senpai*, like with Tohma and Jin. Kaito also doesn't seem to have a clue about why Romeo is following him, but he's not interesting in figuring it out either, just "weird guy, ugh how annoying, does he ever stop".

Unlike Romeo who perceives his own actions as natural, justified as "Well I'm just collecting debt", Kaito openly talks about how strange Romeo acts towards him. Locked in the cage, he says "shut up, kidnapping creep" and "do you even realise how unhinged you sound" when Romeo says no one would save him from there... When MC says "he has certainly taken a liking to you", Kaito corrects "liking, more like stalking".

For now, no one except Luca and to some degree MC hasn't commented on Romeo's and Kaito's connection — do they know? Or do they don't care? Or both.

Regarding **timeline**: Kaito mentions Romeo has been on his tail for half of the year. Before that, he wasn't even in the gambling den. This lines up with the estimated time of the Clash. Does Romeo's interested in Kaito has something to do with the Clash? Did it just happen in the same time? Kaito says he has somehow avoided the Clash — he himself doesn't connect the Clash with Romeo's interest in him. Kaito doesn't seem to connect Romeo's interest with anything, implying it was sudden. It could be that the determining point of the Romeo's interest was the moment Romeo was looking at Kaito from a distance, if Kaito cannot remember any special confrontation. What doesn't line up is the warding card of Romeo standing above Kaito and looking at his pendant — judging by his expression, for the first time. Who wouldn't have remembered this situation? Another thing, Kaito mentions that he hasn't seen Romeo much before, and he wasn't even in the gambling den. So although Romeo justifies his hobby by collecting debt, he possibly wasn't that interested in collecting this debt initially, before that special point six month ago.

Regarding **paperwork**: Luca repays Kaito's debt in the prologue, another simple solution to Kaito repaying his debt and Romeo not having to go after him ever again. Yet Romeo claims "he still owes rate of interest, so it's not enough to buy his freedom". To which Luca replies "I'd like to see the paperwork then", and Romeo's muttering he "hates men with brain". Other than Kaito commenting on how he didn't know about the rate of interest (which could be written off as ignorance, and not necessarily as Romeo deceiving him), Romeo's comment suggests there might be something unclear with the documentation. Another important paper is the one Romeo threatens to show the MC when telling Kaito to join him on the mission. It is not the debt-related issue — MC already knows about it. It is something that Kaito feels to be embarrassed about, and something that allows Romeo to say "you really think you can say no?". In the prologue, when Romeo demands pendant, Kaito also replies with "this is one thing you will never get from me" — one thing? Does that mean Kaito agrees in some way Romeo can demand anything else? The paper which Romeo threatens to show the MC — which conditions are written there?

Let's assume that Kaito does owe Romeo more than money. What exactly is Romeo gaining in this situation? Why would he need specifically Kaito's compliance in the first place? Why Kaito of all people, of all ghouls. Okay, maybe Romeo thinks it's handy to get a guy who he can threaten to do anything. Why would he put so much energy into keeping Kaito close to him — especially on the occasions that could've used more catered to the situations ghouls, like the mission. Judging by how he addresses Kaito as "plebeian", he doesn't think Kaito's pendant connects him with the powerful family, plus he comments how Kaito doesn't know its true value. So Romeo is not after Kaito's potential prestige.

Romeo's behaviour doesn't make sense. It especially doesn't make sense considering he *is acting rationally* when it comes to missions, or his income, or dealing with others, which means there *is* an explanation for how he acts with Kaito — my guess, it directly or indirectly includes money, or another physical value.

What is notable, is that *Romeo is deliberately keeping Kaito close* and *monitors his actions*.

What are your thoughts? Have I missed something? I'd die to discuss, really. I see all these signs, but I can't really understand what it means. I know we are quite early in the story, but for the 13 chapters the story has been very consistent with the relationship between Romeo and Kaito, and Kaito's pendant. I'm super interested to know what others think!

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