#how awful must your life be if that's the way you think?
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Take I haven't seen in the fandom yet:
Luka doesn't want to be freed.
"Now, MirrorCatCreditcard," you may say, "that's nonsense. Any human would want freedom from that system."
If you're thinking I'm gonna convince you that Luka doesn't know he wants freedom yet, you're wrong. I'm here to talk about indoctrination/conditioning, grooming/emotional manipulation, my own experience with those topics, and how all of the above connects with Luka as a character. If a deep dive like this is too much for you, please tap out for your own sake.
Luka's life was planned before he even existed. There has never ever been an alternative option. There is no life for Luka as anything but what Herperu chose. Everything in his life has been planned to have him be the perfect pet human idol. That is what he must be.
Fandom, I don't think most of you actually understand this and have dissected what this means (shout-out to the Luka stans who are getting there/have guessed similar things). These words we know have alternatives and are not set in stone are Luka's "gravity makes rain fall to the earth" and "water makes things wet." They are facts so deeply ingrained within him that even if shown the contrary he remarks that the person showing them is just disillusioned.
Take his commentary on Mizi and Hyun-A in the art book. He looks down on Mizi for not being able to control any of her emotions. How does he talk about Hyun-A? He has her at 70% affection yet shows a patronizing attitudeโshe's the one in denial at reality.
Now, how did we get here? How is a human so "delusional" and set in the control?
He's been conditioned.
Some of you don't know what I mean by this from experience and/or research, and count yourself fortunate that you don't. I pray you never experience such things firsthand. Don't worry about ignorance. Familiar or not, I will explain.
When you are surrounded by only one truth and reality, that is the way you interpret life. If a parent tells a child "the moon goes to sleep during the day," until the child learns otherwise, that's what they believe. Now take that child-like belief and add some toxic environments to the mix. With time, any other kid would learn that the earth rotates from their peers or adults around them. But if the creatures around them all say and believe the same thing "the moon goes to sleep during the day," then that is what the child continues to believe. Years of that same thing being the only truth make that false knowledge into a fact in the person's head, and everything that supports that fact is taken as truth or on the right path to truth.
"This is kinda silly though," you guys are no doubt murmuring, "All of this is a hypothetical. Give us something that makes sense or that someone could actually see happen in our society."
I'll give you my own experience then. My parents taught me that God is real. My parents taught me that I will be damned I do not follow the commandments of the scriptures. I didn't need to worry though. As long as I was obedient to the God who loved me and wanted what was best, I would be saved despite being born an awful sinful human. I was homeschooled, only interacted with people of similar beliefs, and taught that people too different from me in ideology or with radical beliefs against my own were trying to harm me and my family. I believed the people who raised me because why would people who love me lie to me? My task was simple. I needed to obey God and love everyone, especially them. Love meant giving up my entire being and living only as servant and sacrifice. After all, being selfless to the utmost was the greatest form of love.
Let's go back to Luka. His guardian, Herperu, when questioned about any surprises while training Luka, stated not only that he was the one who endured the "tough moments" but also that "(Luka) owes his success to me, and naturally, he should be grateful." This sentiment is echoed by Luka in his interview (shown on Patreon). My god, it's giving parents with disabled kids who brag on social media about how much trouble their kid is and how much they do for them. Sickening. This shows exactly what environment Luka has lived in though.
When you are manipulated into having something as your reality, everything else is fiction and delusion.
Let's review what exactly is Luka's reality.
Heperu is the one suffering if Luka has any difficulties being obedient.
Gratitude is what Herperu is owed because he goes through so much trouble to make Luka a star.
Love/care is shown by owning another's autonomy.
Emotions and bodily reactions exist, sure, but someone should be able to control them; and if they can't, someone should control those reactions for them.
Segyein are superior and the good ones for dealing with humans. Humans must be disciplined and shaped to how an segyein wants it to act to be considered deserving of this goodness.
(Luka)'s perfection is defined by his guardian.
Luka's life is directly connected to being the perfect performer. His guardian praises his abilities with the statement that no other pet human will ever be as perfect as him yet leaves an underlying threat saying that it will be no good if a pet is not trained properly. This has probably been mentally (if not physically) beaten into Luka's mind: his greatness doesn't stop him from being able to be disposed of. The human instinct to want to live has been explained to him as Heperu's wish for him to live and that has been further distorted as a duty to live for the stage he has been placed on.
Luka believes fully that there is a debt in play here. In his interview, he mentions repaying love. He thinks the relationship between fan and idol is completely normal, encouraged, and healthy. Performance is the most important thing. Being where he is is a privilege.
There's a chain here:
Heperu indoctrinated Luka into believing what he says is all true.
The guardian manipulated him easily to do what he wanted with his body and mind.
The years have been spent constantly conditioning Luka to be the god who encapsulated fantasies for the audience.
He is continually being groomed to exist for the entertainment and enjoyment of segyein.
Circle back to my first point of this post. Luka does not want to be freed. He doesn't know what freedom actually is. He sees freedom as either foolish denials of reality (and doesn't consider that actual freedom) or as controlling the song and stage when he performs (something he learned from Hyuna). He cannot want something he cannot understand. He cannot want freedom in the sense the fandom keeps speaking about.
It's funny. From the moment Luka was revealed to be hated by the fandom, I wanted to know why. Instead of digging and finding horrific deeds, I instead found a character who portrayed my own traumas and experiences. I instantly attached and delved deeply into learning about this thirty year old singer. Why does he express himself in a certain way? Where do we first see mention of him? Who does he have emotions towards? How was he trained? What makes Luka himself? I have past essays/replies to other's theories if you're interested, but in this one I got personal and didn't sugarcoat the facts. If the fandom can't handle deep thought, we shouldn't be discussing this incredibly profound and depth-filled web series.
As always, thank you for your time, and I hope my thoughts allowed you to open your mind to new things. Mostly, I hope you enjoyed them ๐ซถ
#alnst#alien stage#alnst luka#alien stage luka#luka alnst#luka alien stage#alien stage analysis#alien stage theory#alnst analysis#alnst theory#tw trauma#tw conditioning#tw manipulation#tw abuse#we're dissecting the following triggers btw#in cass you're wondering#take care
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Dear lady i angered in the line at the grocery store:
Me asking for a little space had nothing to do with your disability (was entirely unaware you had one until you brought it up) and everything to do with the fact that you were standing so close to me i could feel your breath on the back of my neck.
#i miss social distancing#as someone with a strong need for personal space#it was the only time i could do anything about it without risking someone getting unreasonably angry with me#i both apologized and said please in asking her for some space#and this was only after i'd tried subtly moving forward three four times#only for her to close the distance the instant i moved#also why would you want to stand that close to an absolute stranger?#i feel bad but at the same time she was inches from my face when i turned around and i shouldn't feel bad asking for what i need#especially when it's something as small as a little space in line at a very busy grocery store#this is why i usually go in the evenings or on the weekends#but i ran out of vegetables and had no other choice but to buy some#also what did her disability have anything to do with her standing so close to me?#no clue what it was either#not that i need to know#if i was more of a dick i could have easily brought up my own anxiety and sensitivity to things like sounds and physical sensations#i'm sure she's had her own bad experiences#but if a stranger makes a completely reasonable request you shouldn't always assume it's a personal slight#how awful must your life be if that's the way you think?#it would be exhausting#i literally couldn't care less as to who you are#i will likely never see you again#i do care that i can smell the cigarette smoke on your breath#and that you were close enough that i bumped you with my elbow when i reached for my wallet in my pocket#also i don't think the guy in front of me appreciated me shifting closer to him each time i tried getting away from her#i'm sure there were other people in line who judged me#but my god was it getting uncomfortable
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that strange new worlds had the episode premise of having Spock temporarily turned fully human and then managed to miss in every aspect of his characterization and how that would affect his relationship with the rest of the crew is truly amazing
#Somehow worse than fanfiction the wasted potential alone#I do appreciate how insane they make amanda and that is the only reason I'm making an effort of watching this awful awful episode#But the way it makes me want to pull up a word document and just rewrite the entire thing#Why does no one in the crew actually like Spock#That they choose to go ooh he's like an hormonal teenager because he is experiencing emotions for the first time in his life ?? What????#Amanda's I'm going to teach you about your human side being strictly about lying to his future in laws#when she had the same conversation with Michael and gave her a through the looking glass book instead#She and sarek really are doubling up into making the most insane children in the galaxy psychology majors across the enterprise must dream#Of studying those two as a couple#Like what are you on ??? I love you queen you deserve the world#I feel like each new kid they got they decided to go a completely different route for the bit sarek got dibs on Michael so Amanda was like#I'll handle spock's whole personality by making him think that everything outside of the Vulcan norms is a human trait so I can get away#With commiting high treason and just pass it as a quirky human thing#They missed such a huge opportunity with both just have Spock continue acting the exact same but being perceived differently just on accou#Of no longer being othered by the crew#and also of just having him go Vulcans don't lie to Amanda's bit and both of them knowing that is an inside joke to their family#I don't even go into this show I just saw that Amanda showed up for this episode and I wanted to check and boy do I regret it
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Girl like. The reason he said "this is how it should be" and faced death with a smile....is cuz he wanted to die. For 2 years he sat there thinking he was worthless and deserved to die. If he hadnโt be shot, his death wouldโve been suicide, he was fully planning to die in a gutter somewhere undetected. When saying "this is how it should be" hes literally saying "donโt cry because Iโm dying, my death is a good thing actually because I fucking suck and you are better off without me". I donโt think thatโs badass even slightly, itโs actually really sad and really shitty. Shinjiro is so convinced that he deserves to die and hates the idea of anyone giving a shit about him because he literally canโt wrap his mind around the idea that he will be missed when heโs gone, that his death is a bad thing actually. And his last words were meant to be comforting because he fully did not intend for anyone to be there when he died, he intended to die alone, so he says them as a reminder that heโs not worth crying over
Personally, if it were me, if I was holding my dying best friend in my arms who was deeply depressed and suicidal and he said "this is how it should be" uh. I wouldnโt admire him for it??? Like am I losing my mind when I say the way this game handles Shinji is bad or is anyone else seeing this too ๐ฐ
#its like okay listen i understand the basic math of any persona game they say things and everything they say is actually#very bad when you think about it for more than 3 seconds#like what theyre intending to do with the death of this character is be like oh no your sad friend dies tragically thats so saddddd#but that doesnt mean you cant live a wonderful life full of meaning you cant let grief consume you life is beautiful awagga#and i guess shinji is a specific character whos used cuz i guess its more tragic that he never realized he was worthy of life and shit#and i guess its also like โdont be like this guy who let grief consume him and then died you gotta Be Differentโ#which i dont. love. that last part cuz if you think about shinji and what led him down this road#its like. of course hes depressed! he accidentally killed a woman with a child when he was 16!#he himself is an orphan and he just made some other kid an orphan as well and it happened cuz his persona went out of control#which very much can translate to โthis must mean im dangerous and can hurt everyone if im not kept under controlโ#so of course he isolated himself and believed he was evil and became suicidal like who wouldnt feel that way#like am i supposed to be mad he left sees and took drugs cuz uh while i dont think isolation or Evil Drug is good for his mental health#i dont think him continuing to fight in sees is something he can just easily do again given how he killed someone like he shouldnt have to#be a part of this thing anymore like how would he even safely get castor to not do that??? he cant kill more people on accident!#so yeah like using shinji as an example of bad coping mechanisms is already just. a big fucking oof to me like it just feels like the game#is saying he shouldve gotten over it and simply not be suicidal and stayed on the team. idk if thats the intent but uh it wouldnt faze me#cuz persona games are notoriously awful at writing characters who are traumatized and abused#but what makes everything even worse is how the game kinda like. acts like shinjis death is a stepping stone#like weโre supposed to use it as a wake up call and understand the stakes but keep going on anyways#and akihiko and Ken get. โgreat character developmentโ according to the game telling you they have now developed#but damn all akihiko is is just repressed he cries for 3 seconds and then is like I SHOULD MAN UP and then neglects a depressed child#shinjis dying words are words to live by now even though they piss me the fuck off like girl am i crazy HES FUCKING#HES TELLING ME NOT TO CRY OVER HIM BECAUSE HE SHOULD BE DEAD ACTUALLY AND THIS IS A GOOD THING ACTUALLY#like if the game wants us to still find meaning in life despite losing someone it just really hurts that shinji has to die for that to work#apparently. cuz the character i see myself in is shinji. not some perfect prettyboy who does everything perfectly and has 4 gfs#his death seems like a punishment for bad behavior. the bad behavior being of course depression and drug use. and im simply supposed to be#better than that if i want to live. and we dont get to form a connection with him cuz thats gayyyyy#and his death is like a NOBLE HEROIC SACRIFICE idk its just such bullshit to me i hate it so bad#how is killing a suicidal guy and then treating it as admirable that he said โthis is how it should beโ supposed to make me feel#makes me feel sick personally and it ruins the entire gameโs theme to me because its fucking shallow and the story is bad and im tired
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well. i DO know how joan of arc felt.
#read souriau's the work to be done and the portion where he talks about how when an individual realises he has been called upon by a work#which he must realise in the time he spends with it he is not alone#and the work is not alone either they are in intimate whispering union with one another#& i have had this many times but this week has been the experience of trying to get the work its proper due realization while someone#(assigned classmate for group project) is actively insulting me & thwarting me at every turn#he doesn't get what im trying to do or why i must do it and as a result thinks i am an insane idiot and hates my guts#insults everything i do and tries to get me to drop the insistence on what i know is the right way to proceed#& it is objectively awful but also the whole time the work itself is there saying i am the one who matters and if you do anything except#ignore him and get on with my realization you are betraying me#and people don't get it they're like why don't you just drop it & let this guy have his way. or alternatively why don't you tell him#to fuck off & drop the project. it's clearly taking a lot out of you you're letting this guy ruin your life etc#and its not the guy its the work. the work demands#and im so oddly at peace with it. he sent me like 9 messages nitpicking every portion of my section & it was so strange#bc i was like yes this hurts my feelings at the same time the work itself is by my side like the angels speaking to joan when she was#being tortured. you say i am of the devil i have none to defend me#but the angels are there by my side and i know i belong to them as they belong to me
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literally any romance trope is made better with monsters but unrequited romance specifically... gets me
#unrequited love usually annoys me because the hints the author lays out are either too obvious or not explained away in a realistic way#which makes me think the mc is an idiot and thus i begin to hate them#but like. i love monster biology. i love making up monster behavioral traits and culture and like. mating rituals#and if your friend is a spooky little guy and he's acting weird around you it's kind of like... he's always weird? he'a a monster#specifically i like it when monsters have like. mildly weird fetishes. like for collarbones or smells or whatever#so like if spooky daniel excuses himself from the room when i come in from my morning run i'm not gonna think#'oh he's totes jacking it to how sweaty i smell rn'#i'm thinking 'aw :( he's got a sensitive nose i forgot i must REEK to him rn'#and if i wear an over-the-shoulder top and he keeps glancing at my newly exposed area i'm not thinking#'oh he must instinctively see this as me baring my neck like a deer or perhaps a rabbit'#no!!! i'm either thinking 'lol prude' or 'well yeah i basically never wear this kind of shirt'#'it's like when you're trying not to stare at a woman's cleavage or smth'#or im not even noticing!!!#if some of my clothes disappear i'm not thinking 'ah yes for his nest of items which smell like me for his goon cave'#i'm either not noticing or assuming i misplaced them!!! a bitch is forgetful#if there is Mysterious Ooze i am simply not asking. i am looking away. unless it is actively Nasty i am simply Not Asking#if he's particularly excited when our plans get cancelled and we get to stay home im not thinking#'ah yes he's keeping me contained to my den just like the tasmanian devil' (look it up)#shit i'm excited too!!! i hate plans let's make macaroni and watch professional wrestling#if he suddenly hates all men in my life okay i'm concerned. what the fuck did they do. what the fuck did YOU do.#if he's just slightly pissier than usual then yeah i get that the guys at work suck ass#if he's giving me gifts i feel awkward about it but if it's just like a shiny rock that shit's going on the mantel#if it's food fuck it i'll fuck the guy myself#love monster cultures but i hate it when they make monsters assume their cultural way of expressing love is the norm#and then they're just like 'we're dating now and i will say NOTHING ELSE ABOUT IT'#like yeah have the guy express love through his culture but i think it's cuter#if he does it that way specifically so it goes unnoticed#like 'i can never be rejected if they don't know there's something to reject'#'i get to shower you with affection which you understand in some type of way AND i never have to face the mortifying idea of being alone'#monsterfucking
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Oh my god I'm sooooo mad right now
So. I have no business telling people not to collect wild plants/materials.
I do it all the time.
However.
The words "wildcrafted," and "foraged," even "sustainably harvested," are terrifying to see in an ad on Etsy or Instagram
There is a such thing as the honorable harvest where you ASK the plant if it is okay to take, with the intention of listening if the answer is NO. Robin Wall Kimmerer talked about this, She did not make it up, it is an ancient and basic guideline of treating the plants with respect.
Basically it is not wrong to use plants and other living things, even if this means taking their life. But you are not the main character. You have to reflect on your knowledge of the organism's life cycle and its role in the ecosystem, so you can know you are not damaging the ecosystem. You have to only take what you need and avoid depleting the population.
Mary Siisip Geniusz also talked about it in an enlightening way in her book Plants Have So Much to Give Us, All We Have To Do is Ask. She gave an example of a woman who was on an island and needed to use a medicinal herb to heal her injured leg or she would not survive the winter. In that situation she had to use up all of the plant that was on the island. This was permissible, even though it eliminated the local population, because she had to do it to save her life. But in return the woman had the responsibility to later return to the island and plant seeds of that plant.
And what makes me absolutely furious, is that there are a bunch of people online who have vaguely copied this philosophy of sustainability in a false and insulting way, saying "wildcrafted" or "foraged" materials to be all trendy and cool and in touch with nature, when it is actually just poaching.
If you are from a capitalistic culture the honorable harvest is very hard and unintuitive to learn to practice. I am not very good at it still. This is why it is suspicious if someone is confident that they can ethically and respectfully harvest wild materials with money involved.
So there's this lichen that is often called "reindeer moss." It looks like this:
It grows only a few millimeters a year.
This is "preserved" reindeer moss.
It is from Etsy, similar is also sold in many other online shops, many of which have the audacity to describe it as a "plant" for decorations and terrariums that needs no maintenance.
It is not maintenance-free, it is dead. It has been spray-painted a horrible shade of green. The people buying it clearly don't even know what it is. It is a popular crafting material for "fairy houses," whatever the hell those are. So is moss, also dead, spray-painted, and wild-harvested. Supposedly reindeer moss is harvested sustainably in Finland, where it is abundant, for the craft industry. However poaching of lichens and mosses is absolutely rampant.
It's even more upsetting because there's hardly any articles drawing attention to the problem. This one is from 1999. And the poaching is still going on.
There is a "moss" section on Etsy, and it is so upsetting
These mosses and lichens were collected from the wild. Most of the shops are in the Pacific Northwest or Appalachia, which are the major locations of moss and lichen poaching. There are some shops based in Appalachia selling "foraged" reindeer moss.
Reindeer moss may be abundant in Finland, but in Appalachia it should NOT be harvested to be sold on Etsy as craft supplies! Moss doesn't grow quickly. Big, healthy colonies like this took years to grow. Some of these shops have thousands of sales, all of bags and bags of moss and lichen, and thinking of how much moss and lichen that must be, I am filled with horror.
Clubmosses do not transplant well, and these ones have no roots. The buyers do not realize they have bought a dead plant because clubmoss stays green and pliable after it is dead.
This is especially awful because in Mary Siisip Geniusz's book she talked about clubmosses being poached so much for Christmas wreaths that they had almost disappeared from a lot of forests.
I don't even know if this is illegal if it's not a formally endangered species so I don't know if I can report them I'm just. really sad and angry
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one time the silt verses said โyou can never really overreact to a parent; youโre just yelling back through the decades making up for lost timeโ
and i literally had to pull my ass over while driving to jot that shit down
and iโve been thinking A Lot about my dad lately and i put on my next episode in my silt verses relisten today and, coincidentally, encountered that quote Again
and iโm just. over here Dwelling. pls donโt contact.
#itโs just sad#iโve not been home a lot and thus not interacted with him a lot#and iโve had like. an abnormal ratio of normal-to-pleasant interactions with him lately.#which always makes me prone to forget how awful he is ๐ซค#itโs just so hard when i see like#glimmers of a better person in him#the other night i passed him in the kitchen and he looked at me and said โitโs good to have you home. the house feels more complete#when youโre here.โ and it sounded. earnest.#and sometimes i look at him or hear him and he just seems so Tired. lonely.#and i think about how hard it must be to live in a house full of people. your literal family. who Do Not Like You#who avoid you as much as possible.#and at the same time itโs just#he alienated ALL of us. weโve all tried so hard#iโve s e e n it. iโve done it!#in my bones i do not believe that he is a safe person to be around and i donโt think he Can be without significant reflection#and probably professional help. and he has no interest in that.#but itโs just sad.#to have moments where i see the kind of dad he Could have been#and i have such like#guilt? regret? over the fact that i have never actually Told Him#that iโm making the choice not to be around him and why#like iโm denying him the chance to change. or something.#and at the same time i just. do not trust him to do anything but. at best. ignore it. and at worst use it to be cruel.#i donโt know life is just sad sometimes#and i keep having dreams about yelling at him and telling him what a bad father he is and i Know that what i want is for him to acknowledge#me and the way i feel and. he never does. and every time i wake up feeling helpless and small.#and that is exactly what i hope to never receive from him again
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โฉ โงโห โฉ how long does it take to fuck your brother's best friend? (four whole days)
synopsis. suguru comes home to visit from college at the same time you doโexcept he brings satoru along. this is going to be a long break
word count. 8.5k (i am tired of this tomfoolery)
contents. college! au, brother's best friend! satoru, fem! reader, minors do not interact, three-year age gap (you're both early twenties), slightly mean satoru (when youโre kids), slight enemies to lovers, jealous! satoru, mentions of reader having an ex-bf, male masturbation, satoru is taller + carries reader, cunnilingus, fingering, handjobs, unprotected sex, brief mentions of alcohol (satoru), creampie, pet names (baby + sweetheart), not proofread i could not be bothered iโm sorry
notes. this was not supposed to be this long bye i am embarrassingly down bad for the blue-eyed freak
everyone knows that where there is satoru, there is suguruโand likewise, where there is suguru, there is satoru.
theyโre a bit of a packaged deal, really. satoru befriends your brother in what you think must be some twisted stroke of luckโthere is no way suguru would lower his standards for some rich bastard whoโs had life made for him since the day he was born. but apparently, he does, and youโre stuck with a white-haired nuisance in your house at least once a week. for years.
youโve known satoru since he was a whiny, snot-faced, and spoiled little brat. back then, he used to call you toothlessโyou were six, itโs normal for children at the age of six to lose a few teeth. just because satoru is nine and has grown his teeth back doesnโt mean he escaped the toothless phase himselfโbut satoru is just a jerk like that, pushes your buttons, and calls out your insecurities to get a good laugh.
you donโt smile with your mouth open even once around him that summer, not until suguru assures you that regardless of how many teeth you have, you have a lovely smile.
when youโre twelve, puberty does its thing, and now youโre stuck with acne-prone skinโalso a normal occurrence for people your age, but satoru makes sure to point out the giant pimple on your forehead every time he sees you. you make sure to let him know his haircut is as awful as his sense of style, and suguru tries his best not to choke himself with his charger as you both bicker.
satoru is gone that entire summer for a family cruise that youโre sure costs double your houseโhe comes back frighteningly taller than you remember him within the span of just a few weeks.
itโs been like that since you were kids. he comes over, finds a new thing to pick on through his smug grins and smooth chuckles, and you fume as you bite back with just as snarky rebuttals. he makes sure to never cross the line of going too farโitโs more for suguruโs sake, youโre fairly sureโbut stays right on the dot of getting just under your skin.
heโs annoying. a jerk. a rich snob. a privileged dickhead. heโs rude and disrespectful, with no tact, let alone any semblance of respect. you donโt understand what could possibly make suguru want to hang around such a douchebag, but suguru cares about satoruโand satoru has always been there for your brother.
you donโt understand it, but you respect it. as long as he doesnโt wet your entire bathroom sink and mirror in the mornings after he stays over, you suppose you can coexist.
but you havenโt seen him in agesโnot outside of suguruโs instagram stories and posts. itโs been a long few years since the two of them have left for college, and by the time you leave too, life has its funny way of working, and, wellโฆyou donโt bump into him anymore. it doesnโt occur to you that satoru is not the same guy you used to know until you come back home to visit after your second year of college.
โsuguru,โ you call, โi borrowed your hoodie. but you can have it backโโ
you cut yourself off when you open the door to your brotherโs room, and lo and behold, stands a very shirtless gojo satoru, the white-haired and blue-eyed asshole youโve had to deal with since childhood. except heโs way taller than you remember himโjust how much does this guy grow, exactly? his shoulders are broader andโฆ.and since when did he have abs? thereโs a small tattoo just under his collarboneโwhen did he even get that? his hair is also longer, just enough to fall over his forehead and curtain those striking blue eyes of his.
he looksโฆwell, handsome. very handsome, in fact. dangerously handsome that it catches you by surprise as you blink.
heโs still shirtless, holding his t-shirt in his hands as he grins.
โhey, toothless,โ he greets, voice deeper than the last time you heard itโbut it still sounds relatively the same. you think youโd always recognize satoruโs voice, whether youโd like to or not. and, of course, he just has to still use that ridiculous nickname after all these years. โlong time no see.โ
โi have all my teeth nowโi have for a long time, yโknow. and put a shirt on, you freak,โ you huff, rolling your eyes, โwhereโs suguru?โ
โwhat, you donโt enjoy the view?โ he motions at his bare torso, like the shameless bastard he is, โmost girls love this viewโโ
โand yet, youโre still single,โ you cut him off, staring at him pointedly.
he grins impossibly wider, tugging his shirt over his body swiftlyโyou have to exercise all ounces of control not to gulp as you watch his biceps flex.
โkeepinโ track of my love life?โ he wiggles his brows, โi know older men can be appealing but have a little class. your poor brother would lose his shit if you went after his best friendโโ
โsatoru,โ you sigh, pinching your nose, โdo you age backward or something? how are you still this obnoxious after so long?โ
โi practice in the mirror,โ he winks, โitโs my charm.โ
โthatโs hardly charming,โ you roll your eyes, โanyway, whenever suguru comes back, let him know i left his hoodie, yeah?โ
โsure,โ he chuckles.
and then you close the door as you leaveโright before you stop, pause, and open it up again as youโre sticking your head back in when you make a shocking realization.
โwait, how long are you here for?โ you ask, eyes wide.
he has the audacity to look smug as he taps his chin and pretends to thinkโโoh, yโknow. just the rest of break. my old man took my mom on some trip, so iโm killing time here,โ he shrugs.
great. lovely. wonderful. just what you needed.
you wish heโd drop deadโmaybe suguru will finally be forced to go outside of his one-man circle and actually befriend some respectable people.
โyou canโt just stay at your place?โ you hiss, โitโs certainly big enough.โ
โwell, why be lonely in an empty home when we can have fun here?โ he hums, โconsider yourself luckyโyou get to be housemates with me for aโโ
โkeep to yourself,โ you warn, cutting him off again through narrowed eyes and a dangerous glareโsatoru only looks more amused, raising his hands up in surrender.
with that, you turn again and almost shut the door when he calls for youโโhey, toothless,โ he says lowly, making you pause before turning to him with a raised brow. he smilesโitโs so unlike that usual smirk of hisโฆsomehow this one is a bit gentler as he murmurs, โyou look good. grew up well, yโknow.โ
you blink. youโre not ready for thatโฆdidnโt expect a compliment from gojo satoru himselfโespecially not after all this time of throwing mediocre insults your way.
you decide he must be messing with you, so you purse your lips as you click your teeth in irritation. โyeah, sure,โ you say dryly.
you can hear his chuckles as you close the door againโthis is going to be a long break.
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just as expected, the house is simply not big enough for you and satoru.
the first time you run into him happens to be first thing after waking upโyouโre walking up to the door just as he twists the knob and opens it, walking out shirtless. again.
this time, however, heโs got beads of water rolling down his skin from his shower, right between his pecs, as a towel hangs around his shoulders. you can see his tattoo from up close now, a small infinity sign right under his collarbone that contrasts against his pale skin.
how tacky, you thinkโjust as youโd expect, even his choice of tattoos is questionable.
his hair is wetโitโs sticking to his forehead instead of the multiple directions it usually scatters around in that messy way it always does. youโve only felt satoruโs hair onceโwhen you were fifteen, and youโd hit him in the back of the head as you walked past him at the breakfast table. heโd made a jab at your dark circles. tests were around the corner, and unlike satoru, your grades actually mattered. you didnโt expect his hair to be so soft, but it is, and you almost itch to twirl the strands around your fingers for a quick feel.
instead, you scowl and stomp off to your room as soon as your dishes are washed.
his hair is probably just as soft nowโmaybe even softer now that he actually probably cares to look after it. youโve heard suguru grumble about using two-in-one shampoo too many times when he comes back from spending the night at satoruโs. for a second, your fingers twitch to reach up and brush through a few strands on his foreheadโjust to feel them because they look soft. nothing else.
the urge is quickly killed as soon as he opens his mouth, however.
โoh, hey there, roomie,โ he grins, โyouโre really doing all you can to catch me half naked, huh?โ
โdonโt flatter yourself,โ you grumble.
โiโm just sayinโ,โ he chuckles, โthatโs twice now. if you ask nicely, i might walk around like this just for you.โ
itโs way too early for this.
by early, itโs actually late noon. now that finals arenโt killing your free time, you stay up until ungodly hours to catch up with your social lifeโand it doesnโt help that you can hear satoru and suguru stay up playing video games the next room over, either. suguru is probably still sleeping.
thatโs a bit of a shocker, in factโusually, itโs satoru that has to be dragged out of your brotherโs room to have breakfast (or brunch, really) before the kitchen is cleared up. why satoru is up first is beyond you.
maybe itโs just a cruel way for the universe to enjoy watching more of your veins pop.
โdoes that apply to asking you to leave? because then i suppose i can ask rather politely.โ
he grins, eyes sparkling with amusement as he shoots you that smile with those pearly whites that irritate you to no end. youโre not sure why, but something about his smile looks so much different nowadaysโsomething about it just seems soโฆ.mature.
thatโs a word you didnโt think youโd ever use to describe satoru.
โmm, not quite,โ he hums, โyouโre still stuck with me.โ
โwhatever,โ you mutter, rolling your eyes. โmove, i want to shower before suguru wakes up.โ
โyou have time,โ he steps to the side, letting you enter the bathroom, โheโs probably not waking up anytime soonโwoah.โ
satoruโs shirt is on the floorโwhy, you may ask? because heโs an annoying idiot who doesnโt have to clean up after himself when people have always been around to do it for him. he never has to care to aim and toss his clothes into the hamper because the maids will pick up after him anyway. old habits die hard, you supposeโyouโve listened to suguru complain about satoruโs messiness not improving even after being his roommate for the last few years. itโs never been your problem, but you donโt appreciate it now that youโre slipping over the fabric on the tiled floor, falling backwards with a squeal.
but satoruโs quickโhe catches you with those strong arms of his and wraps them tightly around you, keeping you securely in place as he steadies you against his chest.
his bare chest, in fact.
you can feel the slight dampness seeping into your shirt, and you can feel his hot breath on your neck as he exhales in relief once he makes sure youโre safe. you almost shiverโalmost, but you manage to scrape together enough self-control to stay painfully still in his grasp.
โyou okay?โ he murmurs gently, voice a low whisper against your skin. thereโs no bite to his words. no amusement or teasing or even smugness. itโs genuine, the way he checks on you.
this isโฆnew. very, very new.
โyeah,โ you breathe, letting out a sharp breath. and thenโโmaybe keep your clothes in the fucking hamper next time, though.โ
โsorry,โ the smile in his voice is almost audibleโyou canโt see it from where you are, but you can hear it in his voice. you roll your eyes, and satoru makes no move to loosen his arms around you. for some reason, you donโt move.
youโre not sure why, but you just donโt.
โyouโre still just as messy, huh?โ you roll your eyesโhe laughs, and itโs a smooth, boyish chuckle that almost makes you wonder for a moment if this is why girls seem to love satoru so much despite his god-awful personality.
itโs a pretty beautiful soundโyou hate that you have to admit that to yourself.
โyeah,โ he admits, โit drives suguru nuts.โ
โyeah, i canโt imagine why,โ you snort. itโs like that for a momentโsatoruโs muscled arms around you and hard chest pressed against your back. finally, you clear your throat. โyou can let go now, you know.โ
โright,โ he mumbles, slowly pulling awayโand when you turn to face himโฆ.is that disappointment? on his face? you donโt get a chance to be sure because then heโs bending down to pick up his shirt before heโs standingโheโs already wiped the expression from his features completely by then. โsorry about that, toothless. iโll keep my shirts off the floor next time.โ
โthat would be so kind of you,โ you smile sarcastically.
and then you shut the door in his face and exhale as you lean against the wall.
this is going to be a longer break than you thought.
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the next time you run into him, itโs late at night. everyone is asleepโeven your brother and his headache of a best friend, if the silence tells you anything. you canโt sleep, though, so you make your way to the kitchen to hunt for snacks. youโre skimming through the pantry before your eyes land on a surpriseโa box of strawberry pocky sits nice and enticingly, right there for you to open and devour.
you grin, reaching over whenโ
โthose are mine,โ satoru calls, stepping into the kitchen, โbrought them over myself. you should ask before touching peopleโs things.โ
โyou literally ate my leftovers the other night,โ you say incredulously.
โthose were yours? i thought they were suguruโs.โ he raises a brow in surprise, making you click your teeth in irritation.
โthe principle of asking still applies,โ you purse your lips. and then defiantly, you open the box and grab a pack right before his eyes.
he scowlsโbut you know he doesnโt actually mind because he waits for you to finish grabbing yours before taking the box and grabbing his own pack and a coke from the fridge. you both take a seat at the kitchen table, across from each other, as you open the packaging and silently eat your newfound snack.
itโs satoru who breaks the silence first.
โdo you still throw away the ends of these?โ
you huff indignantly, not meeting his eyes as you take a bite off the strawberry-covered end, stopping at just where the cookie portion is uncoated. โyes. iโm eating these for the coatingโnot the bland biscuit part.โ
โwhatโre you, five?โ he snickers, earning a glare from you. defiantly, you pop the end of the pocky stick into your mouth just to prove a pointโand then the look of distaste makes him cackle louder.ย
โshut up,โ you hiss, โyou talk too much.โ
โthe ladies love it when i do,โ he bats his lashesโyou stare at him blankly, unimpressed.
โyeah, as if.โ
โhey, my ex-girlfriend totally did,โ he defends.
ex-girlfriend? thatโs a bit of a shockerโyou didnโt know satoru dated anyone in the last few years, you havenโt seen or heard anything of it through suguruโs end. in all realness, you didnโt even think satoru was the boyfriend typeโฆbut then again, heโs not really the anything type. he just kind of exists to take up space and be the bane of your existence.ย
โi hope the poor girl is recovering well after dating you,โ you shake your head, feigning a concerned look on your face that makes him roll his eyesโtheyโre still disturbingly bright even in the dark kitchen, dimly lit by the slightest bit of moonlight pouring in through the small window.
โi dated her freshman and sophomore year,โ he says casually. you also didnโt expect thatโthat it lasted that long. something about satoru doesnโt strike you as the long-term relationship kind of guy. something about him doesnโt seem like the relationship kind of guy at all. not because heโs the type to mess around casually, but because he seems the type to seem disinterested all aroundโheโs snobby like that. โshe wasโฆalright, i guess.โ
yeah. very snobby.
โyou are such a sick bastard,โ you spit.
he snorts, taking a bite of his pocky as he shakes his head in amusement. youโre as feisty as everโitโs always fun riling you up, even if unintentionally.
โhey, itโs not like she was bad. she was justโฆwell, she wasnโt interested in me like that either,โ he shrugs, โi think it was just the sex. it was good, canโt lie there.โ
โyouโre so gross,โ you roll your eyes, โhave some decorum.โ
โwhat, youโre still sixteen?โ he raises a brow, lips curling into a smirk as he reaches for another pocky, โcanโt say the word s-e-x?โ
โi donโt broadcast my sexual activities out in the open,โ you shrug.
satoru chuckles, taking a bite that more or less finishes the entire stick in one go before he presses a finger to his lips, โshh. donโt say that too loudโsuguru will come chase you from his room if he hears.โ
โsuguru,โ you groan, โheโs such a pain to have around sometimes. yโknow i dated this one guy last year. i think suguru mightโve paid him to dump me.โ
โi know. he definitely thought about it,โ satoru hums, โhe used to go off about it all the time. he was right, thoughโthat guy was a total prick.โ
something about you is mildly shocked that satoru knows about your private lifeโsure, itโs not outrageous or even the slightest bit unlikely that suguru mentions you. satoru and suguru are best friends, and you happen to be suguruโs sisterโof course, suguru is bound to mention you here and there. itโs just the fact that satoru even pays attention to anything to do with you that surprises youโalthough you suppose it would be a good way for him to find his next source to push your buttons.
โiโm not surprised you think heโs a prick,โ you nod, โit takes one to know one, after all.โ
โoh yeah?โ he snorts, waving you off, โi do, in fact remember anniversaries, yโknow.โ
โokay,โ you sigh, defeatedโyour ex-boyfriend is admittedly not at the top of the list of your brightest choices. not even up halfway on the list. in fact, heโs so low on the list of good choices youโve made, that willingly choosing to interact with satoru feels like an exceptional decision in comparison. and thatโs saying something. โhe was pretty bad. but he was really hot. when a guy looks like that, his values are the least of my worries.โ
itโs a jokeโyouโre sure he knows that. but satoru takes a long sip from his coke, silent for a moment. you donโt think youโve ever seen him so serious, especially so suddenly.
โhe canโt be that hot,โ he mutters.
โoh he was really hot. probably the hottest guy iโve ever talked toโโ satoru bites his pocky a bit aggressively at that, โand he was so tall. maybe taller than youโhow tall are you again? anyway, he was pretty enough to overlook his shortcomings.โ
โheโs probably not taller than me,โ he grumbles, frowning. you snortโmen and their fragile little egos, you think in amusement.
โhe was,โ you tease, โhe was so tall, iโd let him do whatever he wanted.โ
โthatโs a terrible way to look at it,โ he scrunches his brows, โyou shouldnโt let some guy walk all over you because heโs tall and his face is a bit easy on the eyesโโ
โi know youโre not talkingโโ
โiโm serious,โ he cuts you off. something about him reminds you of suguru for a momentโlike he cares who youโre with because he has a reason to. as if you mean something to him, as if knowing someone who doesnโt deserve you has you in their palms is upsetting.
but then you shake the thought out of your headโsatoru doesnโt care. heโs never had a reason to, and you donโt exactly plan to give him one, either.
โokay, dad,โ you roll your eyes, โi learned my lesson. i have standards now.โ
โgood,โ he nodsโand then, as if to keep himself in character, he adds, โbecause i donโt want to help suguru kill someone, and itโs over something lame like forgetting his little sisterโs anniversary. iโd like to go to jail for something more badass.โ
โyou and badass donโt belong in the same sentence,โ you raise a brow. โletโs be realistic.โ
โoh yeah? thatโs rich coming fromโโ
โguys, it is five in the morning,โ suguru grumbles, throwing a water bottle at satoruโs head. you glance at the kitchen entrance, eyeing a half-asleep and very irritable suguru as he crosses his arms, โcanโt you idiots fight over whoโs more of a loser at reasonable hours? some of us like to sleep.โ
โwant one?โ you offer your pack of pocky, holding it out to him.
suguru blinks, contemplating for a second before sighing and trudging over.
โyeah,โ he mutters, flicking your forehead. โgimme that.โ
you watch woefully as suguru takes the entirety of your pack, swiftly sitting next to satoru and leaving you empty-handed. satoru snickers obnoxiously at the deflated look on your faceโand then he holds out his pack to you.
you look between him and the pack for a moment before giving him a genuine smile. itโs a rare sightโhe drinks it in as you carefully take one and bicker over something with suguru.
youโre pretty when you smile, he thinksโpretty enough that if you had horrible values (which you donโt), he might feel inclined to understand your (awful) reasoning for a moment.
and then he blinks and shakes the thoughts out of his headโitโs going to be a long break.
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satoru meets you when youโre six.ย
heโs nine at the time, and he feels on top of the world knowing heโs three whole years older than youโin hindsight, three years is not a very large gap, but to nine-year-old him, it feels like centuries. heโs remembered you as the fun little drama queen thatโs too easy to poke fun at for yearsโthatโs all youโve always been: suguruโs younger sister who puffs her cheeks out and scowls way too often to be normal, the girl thatโs way too easy to tease than should be standard.ย
somehow, he wasnโt expecting for you to come back so grownโฆand so hot. suddenly, it really hits him that youโre not a kidโhave not really been for a long time now. heโs always treated you like youโre way younger than he is, way too little to be in his presence and be worthy of itโbut youโve really become a fine young woman.
a magnetizing one, in fact.
itโs now his third night at your houseโyour parents are as lovely and welcoming as ever, and suguru is always a good time to be around. but somehow, satoru is not satisfied. not anywhere near sated by the few, minimal moments of contact with you.ย
when did you get so pretty? although, as much as satoru has always liked to poke fun at you, youโve never been ugly. not even a littleโbut youโve grown into your features better, outgrown the awkward teenage era of your life, and now present yourself with a newfound confidence that just looksโฆso good. satoru doesnโt see his best friend's kid sister anymoreโno, thereโs something so alluring about you now.
the nail on the coffin that solidifies heโs officially screwed is when you mention your ex-boyfriendโwhy would your dating life make him this irrationally angry? why is the thought of someone being on the receiving end of your praise (and shameless heart-eyes) so aggravating for him?ย
he doesnโt knowโbut what he does know is that the raging boner has been killing him all morning ever since he woke up fromโฆwell, less than proper dreams about you.
so now heโs here, forehead pressed against your shower wall as the hot water hits his back, swollen cock in his fist as he thumbs at the tip, teasing the slit just the way he likes. he thinks about youโhow heโd show you what makes him feel good, how youโd probably learn fast and take care of him just the way he needs.ย
your hand would look so much daintier compared to hisโsmaller, but heโs sure it would still feel infinitely better.ย
he bites his lip, fighting back a moan as he strokes himself slowly, pre cum smeared along the length of his hard, aching cockโred and angry at the tip, leaking with more pre cum no matter how many times his thumb collects every drop.ย
โf-fuckโโ he breathes, and his voice lets out a shaky, breathy little call of your nameโheโs screwed if anyone hears it. heโs sure you and suguru will both band together to kill him, but thankfully, the words are lost in the sound of the shower running. โfuck baby,โ he says hoarsely, voice cracking ever so slightly as he whines.ย
itโs soft and quiet, the noises he makesโcareful and deliberately hushed to make sure no one hears the improper way heโs thinking of you right now. but fuck, your tits are so pretty when you walk out of your room in a t-shirt in the morningsโhe can just tell youโre not wearing a bra. he canโt stop thinking about it, canโt stop trying to picture what theyโd look like uncovered and bouncing.
โjusโ like that, baby,โ he pants, whimpering softly as he squeezes around his tip, teasing himself with that slow, painful pace of his.ย
satoru is sure that if it were you, that if the hand stroking his cock right now was yours, you would never let him cum so easilyโyouโd drag it out just like this, pump him slowly and twist your hand around him in a pace thatโs painfully not enough before ever thinking about letting him come undone.ย
itโs just the way that you areโnever ready to back down from a challenge, unwilling to go down without a fight. but he loves it, he thinksโlives for the way you keep him on his toes and work for the satisfaction.ย
โmore,โ he gasps, โn-need moreโgimme more, sweetheart.โ
he imagines itโthe way youโd kiss his jaw, maybe even the corner of his mouth, as you hum. say please, toru, youโd probably sayโand fuck, heโd kill to hear you say toru.ย
โplease,โ he rasps, โplease, baby. d-donโt tease.โ
he can practically hear your light giggles, the sweet, okay, baby. no more teasing, that you might whisper. heโd also kill to hear you call him babyโheโs almost nauseous at the idea that some other guy mustโve heard the pet name from your lips before him. and then he lets himself pump his erection faster, squeezing tighter as his thighs quiver while he stands in the shower.ย
fuckโyou feel so good. youโre not even here, but heโs sure you do, and heโs desperate to envision it. it practically hurtsโthe way heโs so hard and swollen and ready to release. just for you, he wants to tell you, heโs going to cum all for you.ย
โbaby,โ he whimpers, โโm so, so closeโfuck โm gonna cum. โs for you๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝgonna cum for youโngh, sh-shit.โ
and then thereโs cum on the tile walls, on his hands, on his abs as they flex with every labored breath. satoru cumsโhard. his eyes are squeezed shut, lips parted with a silent cry as he pants and strokes himself through his high. youโd kiss him, he likes to think, on his jaw and cheeks and maybe the tip of his nose as you sit on his lap and work him through his orgasm. youโd watch him closely, take in the way he comes undone for you, maybe even call him your pretty boy as he paints your hand white with his seed.
would you praise him? murmur softly into his ear and seal the gentle words with a kiss to his skin? would you stroke his hair from his face as you admire his blissful, fucked out little expression? maybe heโd ask you thenโmaybe heโd ask you to admit heโs way more handsome than that douchebag you dated as your hand holds his softening cock, sticky with his release.
god, what he wouldnโt do to see your hands coated with his cumโdid you do this for your ex? did he look as hot as you claim he was when he came for you? the thought makes him sourโhe grits his teeth and clenches his jaw at the idea, panting and catching his breath as he stares down at the mess heโs made.
he should feel badโthis is wrong. so, so wrongโsuguru would kill him if he was aware satoru was lusting over his little sister. but it felt so fucking goodโheโs never cum as hard as when heโs pictured cumming for you.ย
it canโt be that wrong, if thatโs the caseโcan it?
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โsuguru,โ your voice is shrill, deadlyโlike youโre out for blood. โnext time you jack off in the shower, maybe clean the fucking wall? are you joking?โ
โwhaโi definitely cleaned that,โ suguru defends.ย
oh, fuck, satoru thinksโhe forgot to clean that. so he makes himself very scarce and stays within the confinements of suguruโs bedroomโhis messy habits are starting to really catch up to him. if his defense, he really would clean that upโฆitโs just that he was a bit distracted.ย
โso you admit you jack off in our shower? our shower?โ you sound inconsolable, downright devastated, and borderline hysterical. having siblings seems like a lot of trouble, he thinksโbut then again, sometimes satoru is jealous of your bond with suguru. itโd be nice to have someone in his family he can actually depend on. โkeep that shit for your bedroom, you jackass!โ
โwell, how am i supposed to do that when satoru is there? you tell me.โ
โi donโt know! figure it the fuck outโyou guys probably jack off together anyway.โ
โwhat?โ suguru sounds appalled, โwe do notโthatโs outrageous.โ
โwhatever,โ you sayโyou sound almost murderous as you warn, โnext time you better clean up your fucking mess, you asshole.โ
satoru canโt help but smile a littleโyour pointer finger is definitely held up as you scold suguruโyouโre so cute when youโre mad, he thinks. he almost wants to step out and catch a glimpse, but he decides against it for now.
silently, satoru thanks his best friend for taking one for the teamโeven if it was unknowingly.
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itโs night four.ย
satoru has surprisingly kept to himselfโhe even promptly looked away after meeting your eyes in the kitchen yesterday morning as you walked in for breakfast. thatโsโฆnew. a lot about satoru is new.ย
heโs taller and more muscular nowโat one point, suguru used to tower over his scrawny little form. now heโs seemed to grow into his body, seemed to learn how to style himself better, and actually do his hair a bit. itโs still messy now that heโs just lazing around in your homeโbut itโs oddly handsome.ย
scarily handsome, in fact.ย
you donโt enjoy the idea of thinking about the jerk of your childhood like thatโbut ever since you felt the hard press of his chest against your back, sometimes you wonder what itโs like to know satoru outside of just your older brotherโs obnoxious friend.ย
maybe, somewhere along the line, had you put your pride aside and actually tried to get to know him, maybe you both could at least be friendly. but then again, thereโs never been any real animosity between you twoโyou can share a lighthearted talk from time to time, like that night in the kitchen.ย
you decide not to dwell on it too much, decide that heโs not really worth your thoughts when heโs just a guy whoโs always been a bit too spoiled to learn how to be humble. instead, you go down to the kitchen to grab another pack of strawberry pockyโsatoru will just have to deal with it. if he doesnโt want his snacks eaten, he shouldnโt keep them in the pantry where anyone could stumble across them.
you walk into the kitchen untilโoh. itโs satoru. again.
โoh, hey,โ he grins cheekily, taking a sip of his cokeโhe needs to break the habit of having so much sugar this late at nightโฆbut then again, why would it matter to you? โstalkinโ me?โ
โfor an unwelcomed guest, you sure do talk a lot,โ you roll your eyes, making his lips curl into a smug little smirk.ย
โi donโt knowโyour parents seem to love having me over. what if i become their newest son?โ
โi doubt my parents are looking to adopt you,โ you raise a brow, slightly amused.ย
he hums, sipping his coke before blinking at you through those long, perfect lashes of his. โwell, there are other ways to blend into a family. marriage, for example, is a great way.โ
โyou and my brother might as well marry each other,โ you snort, โno one else will do it.โ
โwho said anything about suguru?โ he winks, chuckling when your face twists into an exaggerated look of horrorโalways as dramatic as ever, you are. he canโt help but find an endearing side to it now.
satoru stands, walks over to where you are and stands in front of you as you scoff, shaking your head as you huff out a disbelieving chuckle.ย
โthatโs pushing it,โ you muse, โmarrying you would be the last open option iโd have leftโand even then i doubt iโd ever take it.โ
โyeah?โ he raises a brow, leaning in so close, you can practically feel his breath fan over you. he smells like expensive cologne and your shampooโwhy is he using yours instead of suguruโs? before you can even ask him what heโs doing, he throws away the empty can of coke in the trash can behind you, eyes bright with amusement as your breath hitches.
itโs like he knowsโthe fucking asshole.
โyeah,โ you breathe, โyou donโt deserve me,โ you try to say matter-of-factly. it comes off a bit more breathless than you intendedโthe air feels suffocating. maybe because satoru is so close, maybe because his breath is on your face, maybe because all you can smell and feel and hear is him.ย
you canโt find it in yourself to pull awayโwhy arenโt you pulling away? itโs just like that day he caught you, when his arms wrapped around you and all you felt like doing was lean into his chest. what about satoru and you has shifted so quickly to make you want to do that? what makes him so easy to fall into when all youโve always known was to shove at him?
he hums, leaning in closer and closer until his forehead touches yours. โyou know who didnโt deserve you?โ he asks, โthat shitty ex of yours.โ
you look up at him with wide eyes, speechless as his hands find purchase of your hips, grabbing them and pulling you closerโand against better judgment, your hands lay themselves across his chest. itโs as firm as you remember it.ย
โhow would you knowโโ
โheard suguru rant about it all the time,โ he murmurs, โhow he forgot your dates. got you a shitty birthday present. didnโt show up to your anniversary. made you hang out with his friends and didnโt even meet half of yours. youโre tellinโ me he deserves you more than me?โ
โhe was hotโโ
โyeah? and iโm not?โ
heโs cockyโyou hate that about him. always did. but heโs so close, so intoxicating, so irresistible, and fuck, he is hotโso incredibly hot, youโve been losing sleep over it the last four nights no matter how hard you try to deny it.ย
โsatoru, what are youโโ
โyโknow, iโve been helping suguru pick your birthday presents since you were twelve. iโd pick you the best gifts,โ his nose is brushing against yours now, lips just millimeters away from his as he speaksโโand i never forget an important date. iโm very punctual too, believe it or not. iโd meet your little friendsโshow โem what a catch i am when you introduce me.โ
โand what am i supposed to do with this information?โ you ask defiantly.
itโs a last-ditch effortโyou both know this. you know exactly what he wants you to do with this information.ย
โi donโt know, sweetheart,โ he chuckles, โwhat do you think?โ
and then youโre kissing himโbecause fuck, satoru is right there, and how could you not? his chest is under your palms, his lips are right against yours, and you can feel his thumb rub circles into your hips.ย
so you kiss himโloop your arms around his neck and tug him closer and press your lips to his. he groans, responds almost instantly as his mouth molds against yours, kissing you deeper as his hand moves to cup your cheek.
your lips are softer than he thought, and his hair is silky against your fingers. you tug at the strands, grab a handful, and feel them against your fingers like youโve wanted to for so long. and when he nips at your bottom lip, who are you to deny him? your lips part, letting his tongue slide in and taste you with a breathy sigh that makes your knees wobble.ย
โs-satoru,โ you stutter, whispering between kisses, โsuguru might come in like last timeโโ
โgod,โ he groans, head burying into your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against the skin, โdonโt fucking talk about your brother right now. please.โ
โmy room,โ you say urgentlyโitโs all he needs to hear before his hands are on your ass, grabbing you as you wrap your legs around his hips. itโs urgent, the way his mouth is back on yoursโhe doesnโt pull away even once the entire walk to your room, not even when he lets your back fall onto the mattress as he hovers over you, pressing kisses along your collarbone.ย
no bra, he notes happily, his hand sneaking under your shirt to toy with your pert nipples.ย
โgod, youโve been driving me fuckinโ crazy,โ he mumbles, tugging the hem of your shirt over your arms and tossing it over his shoulder. he stares, takes in the sight of the same tits heโs been fantasizing over for the last few days in awe. โyou know that? been thinkinโ about these for days,โ he says lowly, cupping your tit and massaging as he presses a kiss to your jaw.ย
โyouโre shameless,โ you mutter, snorting before you cut yourself off with a gasp as he squeezes your nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers and pulling a soft whine from you.
โshhh,โ he chuckles, tilting his head toward the wall next to you, โdonโt want suguru to hear, do you? that wouldnโt be nice, would it?โ
โitโll be worse for you than me,โ you grin, tugging at the hem of his own shirt, indicating you want it off. he grins widely, wiggling his brows and making you purse your lips.
โwanna see me shirtless again, huh? third times the charm, as they say,โ he winks. you would retort with something as witty, but then your eyes fall on that tattoo againโright under his collarbone, making your hand reach out to trace it with your thumb.ย
โwhat compelled you to get this corny little tattoo of yours,โ you grin, giggling as you trace over the small infinity sign.ย
for the first time, you think you witness satoru shy, blushing as he rubs the back of his neck and chuckles awkwardly. โthatโฆthat was an accident. when i got drunk for the first time.โ
โoh,โ you snort, โyouโre so weak, satoruโโ
โdo me a favor, sweetheart,โ he hums, cutting you off, โas much as i love when you say my name, say toru for me, yeah? i wanna hear it.โ
you roll your eyes, huffing as your hand finds the back of his head and pulls him into another kiss, moaning into his mouth as he grinds the throbbing erection in his sweats over your heated core.ย
โtoru,โ you say breathlessly, โmore.โ
thatโs all he needs to hearโsatoru doesnโt waste a second before heโs crawling between your legs, sliding your cute little pajama pants down your legs before meeting your dripping pussy.
itโs wetโso wet, he almost wants to chuckle and tease you a bit. just for old-time's sake. but the ache that shoots down to his cock reminds him that heโs in no position to tease you when heโs not faring any better himself. so he spreads your legs, kisses lightly at your clit in a feather-like touch that has you whimpering and clutching the sheets in anticipation.
โhow pretty,โ he mumbles, โbeen hiding this pretty little thing all this time. what a perfect pussy.โ
โsatoru,โ you gasp in embarrassment, hands reaching for his hair and tugging him closer to where you need him mostโequal parts because you really need his mouth on your cunt and equal parts because you really need him to shut up.ย
but he chuckles, takes his time to spread your folds open with his thumbs, and watches in wonder as you flutter around nothing, arousal dripping and leaving a mess. itโs perfectโyouโre perfect, and he wants to take his time with you.ย
โgod, youโre soaked,โ he groans, chuckling as he murmurs, โthatโs fuckinโ cute.โ
before you can even whine at the way his words are shameless, his mouth is back to kissing your clit, lips wrapping around it as he sucks and rolls his tongue along the sensitive bud. his fingers sink deep into you, pushing past your folds and slowly bullying into you until the tips of his fingers curl and brush against a spot that makes you squeal.ย
you gasp a breathy, โfuck, toruโโ before he hums around your clit, vibrations making you whimper as he thrusts his fingers back in to hit that spot again. itโs sensitive, the way he makes you feelโyour nerves are on fire, and your head is light, and fuck, it feels so good you canโt help but sob brokenly and squeeze your thighs around his head. he moans against your cunt, pulling his fingers out before letting his tongue lick a stripe along your slit, tasting you with a sharp inhale.ย
โf-feels good,โ you whimper, biting your lip as your eyes crinkle at the corners from squeezing shut.
โyeah?โ he hums, kissing your inner thigh, leaving a wet little sheen of his spit and your arousal on the skin, โthatโs a good girlโjust keep telling me how good i make you feel, kay?โ
he could stay buried nose-deep into your pussy for as long as you let himโtongue alternating between fucking into you and rolling over your swollen clit, hearing the broken little gasps and whines of his name as you repeat toru over and over again like a prayer. his hand grips at your thigh, sinking his fingertips into the plush skin and rubbing soothingly with his thumb as you rut your hips and grind against his face.ย
satoru has half a mind to watch it againโto lick and suck at your core again and again just so he could burn into his mind what you look like when you cum. itโs divineโlike heโs halfway to stepping into heaven and has to pause just to admire the sight before him.ย
your hips leave the mattress as your back arches, and your fingers tug relentlessly at his roots as your walls quiver, letting satoru taste every drop of your release as you press a palm to your hand and try to keep yourself from squealing at the pleasure.
suguru is right next door. you canโt wake himโcanโt let him know this is what you and his best friend get up to in the late hours of the night.ย
itโs not until satoru pulls away, catching his breath as he wipes the wet trail on his chin does he realize how hard he isโhow badly heโs aching as his cock strains against his sweats. he hisses as he frees himself; ridding his sweats and boxers and wrapping a large hand around the tip of his erection and smearing the leaking pre cum along his length.ย
you watch in awe, reaching over and replacing his hand with yours. satoru was rightโyour hand is infinitely smaller than his, and yet, it feels a great deal better. so much better, in fact, that his arms shake as he hovers over you, burying his head into your neck and groaning as you slowly stroke him, squeezing at the tip and rolling your thumb through the slit.
he didnโt even have to show you what he wanted, what makes him feel good, what makes his mind fog with pleasure and burn through every nerve. no, you figure it all out on your own, pulling strangled moans and hushed gasps from him that make your clit ache once more.ย
โfuck, baby,โ he pants, โcanโt last long like thisโcโmon, g-gotta feel you.โ gently, he pries your hand from his thick, pulsing cock, laying it against your stomach as he peers down in fascination. โiโll be right here,โ he hums, drawing a line on your skin right where his tip ends, โsee that? thatโs where youโll feel me, sweetheart.โ
โthen let me feel you,โ you murmur, cupping his cheeks and brushing a thumb over the skin, โfuck me, toruโwanโ it so bad.โ
so he doesโdrags his tip along your folds and collects the slick pooling at your entrance before pushing his tip past your folds, splitting you in half as he slowly buries himself to the hilt. his jaw is clenched, breath labored as he waits for you to adjust, lets you kiss his cheeks and nose as you murmur how handsome he is, how perfect he feels, how good is to you.ย
โthat asshole ever make you cum?โ he asks lowly, โhe ever eat your pussy like that? make you cum hard enough you had to cover your mouth so youโre not screaming his name?โ
โno,โ you breathe, quivering as his thumb rolls over your clit in slow circles, still painfully still as he stares down at you, โn-no, never. just youโonly youโโ
โgood,โ he grins, โthatโs what i like to hear. and when i make you cum on my cock, make sure to tell me heโs never done that either, yeah?โ
โyouโre full of it,โ you scoff, โalways have been.โ
โand youโre full of me,โ he says cheekily, chuckling as you glare half-heartedly. โcan i move, baby? please? need more, โs not enough. n-need moreโโ
โyeah,โ you whimper, pulling him closer, chests brushing against each other as your lips meet in a sloppy kiss, โyeahโneed more too, toru.โ
satoru, in all his years of knowing you, has never seen the side of you that could be this gentle. the side that glides your hands over his back, feeling every flex and every pull of his muscles, gently caressing the skin like itโs holy, like itโs not worthy of marksโinstead to be worshipped and revered with thoughtful touches. your lips sear into every part of him they can findโhis lips, his forehead, his nose, his hair as his face digs into your neck. even your voice is a gentle whisper of his name, so soft and careful, itโs like saying it wrong could break him.ย
your hips buck up in tandem with his, meeting his rhythm as he slams into you, his balls slapping against your skin as he buries his cock into you as deep as itโll go with every harsh thrust. you can feel his tip kissing against that sweet spot in the back of your walls, your abused cunt sucking him in and hugging around him as he groans.ย
the friction feels sickening, like heโll pass out any second, like heโs floating between the precipice of pleasure and the edge of consciousness.ย
you do that to himโhe doesnโt know how or when or why, but you make him feel like he doesnโt have a grip on his own senses. he doesnโt mind it so much, he thinksโdoesnโt hate the idea of letting himself fall into your palm and wrap around him. it feels nicer that way, like itโs where he belongs.
โfuck, โs so tight,โ he rasps, whining into your neck as your hand cups the back of his head, holding him in place. his hips are rutting into you sloppily now, barely maintaining the rhythm from before as he nears his highโbut that doesn't stop him from angling into you perfectly, slamming into your sensitive spot every time without fail. โc-cumโโm gonna cum. cum with me, sweetheart.โ
โโm so close, toru,โ you sobโand then, just as his thumb finds your clit again, rubbing harsh, desperate little circles to get you over the edge, you cum againโharder than the last time, spasming around his cock and pulling him in as you squeeze around him. โt-toru,โ you gasp brokenly, โfuck, โs goodโso good.โ
โbaby,โ he moans lowly, โfuck, youโre so perfect. prettiest thing everโprettiest pussy ever. i, sh-shitโโ your orgasm quickly has him falling into his own, hot, thick ropes of cum spilling into you with every twitch of his cock, sweet little noises pulled from his throat that he sings into your neck, fucking his load into you.ย
itโs messy, the way cum spills out of you and coats his cockโbut itโs perfect and feels so, so right. you canโt help but think how perfectly satoru fits against you as his body slumps on top of yours, panting and spent as he cages you in his arms.
your hand doesnโt leave his hairโnow that you know how it feels, you donโt think you can stop threading your fingers through it, ever.ย
โwow, toothless,โ he chuckles after a bit, โyouโre seriously obsessed with me, huh? i mean, how long have you been nursing this crush on me, hmm? thinking about your brotherโs best friend, you naughty little thingโโ
โsatoru, would you shut that mouth for once,โ you hiss, rolling your eyesโstill, thereโs an affectionate grin on your lips this time as he chuckles into your skin.ย
โoh baby, iโm afraid this mouth never shuts, so you should get usedโโ
suddenly, you both freeze as you hear suguruโs voice through the door. โyou two better not be fucking doing what i think youโre doing,โ he seethes, making your jaw drop and satoruโs eyes widen.
fuckโthat was never supposed to happen. suguru was never supposed to hear, let alone know.
โhey,โ satoru starts, โif suguru kicks me out of our place, i can come be your new permanent housemate, right?โ
do not comment about a part 2
but yeah he can come live with me any time and as long as he pays by sucking my tiddies i shall provide all food and utilities and everything
#teepods.writings#fics.#thirstee!#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo smut#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk smut#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru smut#gojo satoru x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen smut
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The thing about having read our way through two previous books full of necromancers and weird eldritch shenanigans is that the absolute horror of what happens to John as a person doesn't quite register.
John's own glib, matter of fact narration tells the story as an apotheosis. He was doing great. He'd have fixed everything if only people had listened.
But reading between the lines in the John chapters, you glimpse something rather different.
John basically spends the first half of the Jod chapters sitting in the dark with his creepy yellow eyes, not eating or sleeping, literally stroking his favourite corpses and coming out with chill and fun statements about how he can feel their skin when he's away from them and he's 'waking up'. Cool, cool.
Passing swiftly over the cow dome, Presidential Puppet Pals, and the suitcase nuke, day to day life in the cow dome must have been fun... You're all on the Interpol watchlist, the Vatican is asking a lot of questions, the police are outside and John - who hasn't slept in a week and doesn't eat anymore and is probably wearing some kind of weird novelty tshirt - comes wandering past while you're eating breakfast, followed by a dozen silent, dead-eyed corpses like some kind of mother hen. He makes a cow joke, and then zones out because he got distracted by listening to the bacteria in your gut.
And then some guys die accidentally and it turns out he can eat death energy. So now he's got creepy Twilight eyes, an entourage of corpses, a cape, some very dodgy eyeliner, and he's barely breaking a sweat as he instantly kills over 100 people, says it was an accident, and then, dead serious, tells his followers to drag dead UN peacekeepers inside to add to his 'skeleton army'.
By the end, he's not slept or eaten in weeks, is tweaking his own bodily processes on the fly, is puppeting the dead US president and possibly an army of over a hundred corpses, monitoring G- in Melbourne, carrying on at least two conference calls, and helping to build barricades out of chairs.
And I just keep thinking how weird it must have been for his friends. How sometimes he would have seemed like the man they'd known and loved for so long, and sometimes he would seem different. Did they ever find themselves mourning the man he was? Did they ever stand there as he tuned into something they couldn't fathom, staring at them with those yellow eyes, and feel some awful, uncanny valley terror? Did he ever feel like he was losing himself? At what point did the cow jokes stop feeling like oh, classic John and start to be a reminder that his desire for vengeance and the scope of his powers were outstripping his remaining...perspective?...restraint?...humanity?
#the locked tomb#tlt#tlt meta#john gaius#We think about eldritch Alecto lots#but I think John's whole 'I'm just a guy' routine sometimes obscures that in many respespects he's just as unsettling
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Arthur is used to the comments about him taking a servant along wherever he goes, he really is, but usually people talk about how he's needlessly risking Merlin's life. About how dependened he is, how smitten. And really, he's used to it, patially because it's true.
This is different. These new knights are taunting Merlin.
Knight A: Wow, the King must care very little for you
Merlin: *raises brow*
Knight A: Risking your life like that just for a little comfort. Do you even know how to wield a sword?
Merlin: I manage just fine, thanks
Knight B: Now, why so moody? We're just concerned for your wellbeing.
Merlin: ... I have work to do
Knight A: Are you afraid you may not have enough underwear with you, in case we run into bandits?
Needless to say, Arthur is fuming. But he decides not to interfere. Merlin can take care of himself. In fact, during the next patrol, they'll see. They'll fucking see.
I takes more than one hunting trip and loads of patience, but eventually it pays off.
Merlin: *raises hand*
Arthur, alarmed, does the same. The knights halt.
Arthur: Merlin?
Merlin: There is something in the forest
Knight A: aw, is our dear little servant scared?
Arthur: *about to snap, despite the fact that he usually says the same things-*
Suddenly, an arrow flies past Knight A's face and is stuck in the bark behind him.
Knight A, young, inexperienced, swallows hard.
Merlin: *louder* Bandits!!!
A fight errupts in which Merlin grabs a sword, but not to the confusion of the Knights, but as their sign to defend themselves. They seem awfully lost and unsure what to do. Hesitant, as they have the chance to kill a bandit, Merlin steps in and does it for them. Arthur will never forget the look in their eyes.
Much later
Knight A:...
Knight B: I feel sick
Merlin: *quietly hands them some stew*
Arthur: The first kill is always the hardest. Give it some time and you'll be ready to face sorcerers with us.
Merlin: *twitches*
Arthur: Merlin, stop being such a worryward. You've faced dragons with me, you can handle little sorcerers.
Merlin: Sometimes I wonder if you're doing this on purpose.
Arthur: if you don't like it, you can always stay home in Camelot
Knight A & B: *surprised*
Merlin: and who, pray tell, is supposed to protect your royal arse? If you stayed home, I wouldn't be in half these situations!!!
Arthur: *rolling his eyes fondly* Will I ever be rid of you?
Merlin: no, don't think so. Stew? *Hands Arthur the plate*
Arthur: yes, thanks.
Merlin: prat
Later
Knight A: did... Did Arthur teach you how to fight with a sword?
Merlin: he tried, but I'm stoically allergic to improvement
Knight B: but... You killed that bandit
Merlin: ... He would have killed you. Bandits don't exactly hesitate the way you did
Knight A: we're... Sorry
Merlin: no, it's fine. That you hesitated means that you have some morals. Also, because of your irritating insults, Arthur listened to me for once
Knight A: what?
Merlin: yeah, he wanted to prove something to you. I don't exactly know what tho.
Knight A: you mean... When you made us halt... You always do that?
Merlin: and I'm usually right
Knight A: ... Is the King a fool?
Ah yes, Arthur thinks. That's more like it.
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โถ๏ธ summaryโ life gets turned upside down when the lines start to blur, the rules change and the strings start to attach.
โถ๏ธ chapter summaryโ first impressions, setting boundaries and endless flirting
โถ๏ธ reader's dutch and a couple years older than lando (self-indulgent much?) and a little messy but we love her. :) we also love grammar mistakes, nobodies perfect โก
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kellypiguet beauty! โค๏ธ
fleurdevries goddamn you got plans tonight?
davey00 just one night man is that too much to ask?
bott_ass girl what's lando doing here? ๐
hannahh my favorite little mermaid ๐
norrizz huh who's this then? ๐
bennyie pictures going straight into the wank bank
โณ julieeeexo yall men are fucking disgusting ๐
savannahs my girl should consider selling her pictures, it'll do numbers on OF ๐
norry4 lando norris you're not that slick what are you doing here?! ๐
tessmit my hang is definitely not over ๐ค
โณ y/nusername should've gone straight to bed last night :(
jokermark what's your body count? must be in the thousands
โณ y/nusername dead or alive?
yukisan known this girl for 5 seconds and already am obsessed ๐
landitonorris y'all relax, she's good friends with martin and max and has hung out with kelly many times before, I'm surprised we only now see some interactions between them ๐ญ
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you going out tonight?
y/nusername
only for dinner with the girls, not going into town ;)
landonorris
aw that's a shame
y/nusername
We'll see each other again at your 29th birthday, yeah?
landonorris
listen I've heard Kelly talk about how you get annoyed with younger guys trying to hit you up, I freaked out ๐คฃ
y/nusername
freak out? ๐
landonorris
cause you're hot as fuck and I didn't think you'd agree to coming home with me ๐
y/nusername
because you said you were 28
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You actually think I believed you when you told me you were 28?
Tell you what though my friend fleur was shocked when she googled you today
landonorris
You're not mad?
y/nusername
nah I know who you are and I used to lie about my age all the time as well ;)
landonorris
you're secretly 50?
y/nusername
51 actually but don't tell the others
landonorris
looking hot for someone your age ๐
can I have your number?
y/nusername
you'd be the first lad to get my number after a one night stand, you know that?
landonorris
Who says it's got to be a one night stand? ๐
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maxverstappen1 beautiful!
โณ maxverstappen1 @.kellypiguet
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verstappenmax lmao I think we all knew you were talking about Kelly here mate
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yukisan didn't know Kelly and her were this close
โณ landonfour I mean y/n and max go way back, she's known Kelly from the beginning
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๐บ ห เฃช เฟเพ I WANNA BE YOURS | percy jackson x gn!reader
percy jackson looks at you like you were the one who put the stars in the sky.
the son of poseidon gazes at you with so much awe and admiration in his eyes that most people would think you had just defeated a minotaur with your bare hands, or cured cancer or saved the world from total destruction, something that would be remembered for centuries to come. but in reality, all you did was toss a few nuts to the squirrels that scurried around camp. percy jackson looks at you in such a way that even aphrodite herself would point and squeal.
though, he'd never admit to that. the only telltale sign of his infatuation is the rosy tint that creeps up the tips of his ears every time you you pass by, and his lips that struggle to stay in a straight line whenever you flash him that smileโthe one that makes his heart leap up and into his throat. even after four years of friendship, percy still hasn't figured out how to sit next to you and not be totally in love with everything you do.
it's as though you have some sort of magic power over himโa power that he's powerless to resist. and as much as he'd like to deny it, he secretly revels in the feeling.
but percy jackson would never confess his desires for youโnot when kronos is still actively seeking to wipe out the demigod population. he can't afford to display any signs of weakness.
but it's worth it, he thinks, to risk everything just to wrap his arms around you and plant a kiss on your lips that would set the world on fire. yet he knows he can'tโnot without endangering you. not without putting you in harm's way. so why is it so unbearable to imagine life without you, when you were never really his to begin with?
and in those moments, when his mind is consumed with thoughts of you, memories of your touch and your gaze playing on repeat in his mind, he's left thinking, 'did i imagine it?' did he dream up the way your touch lingered on his arm as you adjusted his armor? the way you looked at him across the dining pavilion before turning away, as if you'd been caught in the act of something secret and sweet? he must have, right? because you would never look at someone like him with such tenderness. not at someone hot-headed and impulsive, someone with so many rough edges. no, you couldn't have looked at him like that. it must all be in his head.
you couldn't have looked at him the same way he looks at you.
despite his best efforts to conceal it, percy's convinced that everyone can see right through him. he knows that everyone can see right through him. the teasing from his fellow campers has been relentlessโnicknames hurled his way, each one more unflattering than the last. romeo, hopeless romantic, loverboy..
loverboy.
he's no loverboy. not some kind of lovesick puppy at the mercy of some unattainable crush. no, that nickname is only reserved for the truly whipped, those who are wrapped around someone's finger, glued to their side at all times. he's no..
and then his head snaps up at the sound of your voice, suddenly alert. and there you are, all dazzling and gorgeous, a beacon in a sea of identical orange t-shirts and jeans. you stand out as though a spotlight has been trained on you alone. which is weird because to most people you're just another camper. albeit, an incredibly beautiful camper, but still, just a camper. so why is he so infatuated with you, specifically?
maybe he is a loverboy.
the realization hits him like a ton of bricks, and he almost groans out loud. can't he just carve his heart out and be done with it at this point? isn't that what the poets do?
but since he never really cared for those dead old men taught in school, like edward allan poe or whatever his name was, he'll settle for just daydreaming now. he'll settle for stolen glances across the room and the brush of your hands as you reach for a book. he'll settle for relishing in your little touches and how your lips shine in blueberry chapstick until he's ready. he'll admire the curve of your nose and the triumphant hugs you give him after your team wins capture the flag. he'll settle for it until it's not enough anymore. he'll settle for it until he needs more.
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Task Force 141 with a Reader that grew up in a โbe an independent woman and never rely on a manโ-household >>>>>>
They immediately love you- such a pretty thing, always working hard, beautiful smile on your lips and so so kind.
They have enough money (a reward for putting their life on line) so why not spend it on you? Of course their wallet gets lighter when your gaze lingers on an absurdly priced jewelry. How can't they shower you with gifts, when you deserve this and so much more?
Buying you this, that- things you threaten to kill them over if they buy you a $2000 purse- because thats just so absurd- yeah you liked the design, but thats too much money for a piece of leather.
Their cash is yours now- even though you do not accept that fact. Green paper traded for clothes, accessoires, food, shoes, lingerie- oh how they love to buy you lingerieโฆ
Always paying for your meals- snacks, getting pouty when you give them the glare while pressing your card onto the terminal, a tad faster than them- paying the food.
You were raised like this- to pay for your own things- standing up for yourself, never rely on men and that you don't need any gifts from them. They know that but oh boy- they do not care. In the end- they shower you with money because they love you, not because they want you too love them.
Soap and Gaz are the ones who do it the sly way.
Let me explain.
They shop with you- making you try on all different kids of clothes- because you just look so pretty in them :( ... how can you not say yes to their begs and pleads.
pretty pretty please with sugar on top..?
Seeing how your eyes light up in the mirrow- Soap and Gaz share a glance- an unspoken promise. (One slowly getting up- making his way through the endless option of clothes- softly talking to an employee, pointing at your happy form- and everything you seemed to like is bought in a matter of seconds.)
"Are you serious??" "Aw- do nae be like tha', bonnie" Soap laughed quietly- carrying the shopping bags with such a proud smile. "Yeah, we had to buy you them, you looked so good, sugar" Gaz said- pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before his warm hand on your lower back pushed you foward gently. "But-" you tried to reason, being shut up with a tut from the two men. "Just accept it, baby, yeah?"
You don't even argue when it comes to Simon. He just buys it- and when you try to obliege- one of his intimidating looks is enough and you fold. You tried outsmarting him by not going shopping with him but the gifts just stack to the ceiling in your home so you stopped that aswell..
So when you did go outside with him you had to literally threathen him "Simon, I am going to staple your large intestine to your nose if you even think about buying me that" you growled while looking at some mannequins while strolling through the city.
"but do you like it?"
yes "No, its ugly"
He doesn't buy it then and there but again- he has enough money so why not spend it on you? yada yada yada- in the end you have some strange bag that you do not recognize on your bed- with that ugly pretty dress you saw while walking with Ghost.
Stubborn man
The worst one in the group must be price tho- he never and I mean neverrr lets you pay for anything. The others gift you many things, but this man? When he is around you don't even have to bring your wallet with you of course you do because fuck them (...please)
Youโre struggling to pay rent? Paid. Wanting to relax? Spa Appointment booked. Feeling hungry? Meal's already on the way. Flat not that cozy? Lets go shopping decor, love.
This man can read you so good- its creepy. And he won't accept a 'no'"
He randomly transfers money onto your bank account- "Luv, I have enough" "John.. I cannot accept that! Thats too much"
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Oh yes you can. They will make you accept it all...
Everything.
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EX HUSBAND WRIOTHESLEY
โ ๊ฐ synopsis ๊ฑ โ ex! husband wriothesley headcanons
โ ๊ฐ warnings ๊ฑ โ [ex]plicit, fem! reader, reader is referred to as "wife", a little sad, unprotected syx, hitting it raw, very rough fucking lmao, love sick & feral wriothesley, very messy too
ex! husband wriothesley who will hesitantly accept your upsetting decision to file for divorce, and to nullify your earnest promiseโ nonetheless, it's evident that it was crushing him through the very inside, the pain your words caused had invited him to explore theย enormity of sorrow. however, do not be fooled because he won't show it to you, meaning his pure and real emotions, instead wriothesley will decide to verbally jester around about the current happening to brighten up an otherwise daunting interaction between two past lovers.
it was to no avail, the agony festering on his facial expressions and there was nothing in his life worth remembering other than you and a concealed shade of his pastโ yet, the last thing he'd want to happen was to lose you entirely, signifying that if he was to put his foot down and tell you that he doesn't want the divorce to happen, it probably doesnโt mean much after all.
ex! husband wriothesley who will reminisce about past events in front of you, your first kiss or that one particular date where he asked you to marry him, just small, little details about you that only your ex husband knew ofโ but, he'll do it in a subtle way, sneakily sprinkling it into a conversation in hopes you'd get a dash of sudden yearning as wellโ the same he did whenever he casted his mind back towards the good, old days.
ex! husband wriothesley who will speak in riddles to you, keep his quick-witted demeanor in order to fool you into thinking that he was doing quite well after the divorce was fulfilledโ and his intentions weren't in wanting to make you feel bad, sorrowful or even jealous. no, not at all. in fact, he thought that if he was to hide his raw emotions and genuine feelings in front of you, you wouldn't feel awful about your decision and were able to continue living a normal life, yet without him.
ex! husband wriothesley who promised you that he will take off the ring that symbolized your once passionate marriageโ but will behind your back grab a necklace to loop it inside the precious metal, so he could always wear the ring around his neck, secretly hiding it from your eyes to see while holding on to it whenever he found himself in trouble, or saddened.
ex! husband wriothesley who feels helplessly confused still, harshly drawing back for air as he let a brittle thread of a nervous laughter go when you suddenly ask him if he wanted to remain friends with you, whichโ in truth, he didn't, and the second after you proposed that insane idea to him he thought you must be joking, or that you surely must've lost your mind (which would make the divorce explainable).
it goes without saying that the real reason as to why the duke didn't seek out to befriend you, had nothing to do with the feelings he harbors towards you suddenly dissolving, it's quite the opposite because he was so helplessly in love with you, archons, he was bloody obsessed with you.
certainly, he thought that such friendship between two past lovers would only cause injury to you both in the end, for the main part to you who he cared the utmost about.
aside from the fact that even now, when he notices how you steadily keep your distance from him, at all times, it breaks him from within.
how cold it was when all ex! husband wriothesley sought after was your gentle caress and delicate kisses, he longed for an opportunity to just swiftly hush you with one step, raw and earnest trapping you against his strong arms while pressing his lips on top of yours whenโ oh, he does it again, he was indulging in fantasy, gradually yielding to an alternative version of you two ending up together.
in the duke's own words, he believed that love should be warm, a sweet addiction, a magic gifted by the universe, so whyโ just what had went so terribly wrong that he was struggling to understand it? you should just say you do not care for him, tell him you feel nothing so he can walk away, or maybe, regardless he will stay.
ex! husband wriothesley who despite you both being apart now, remains faithful to you, protective and nurturing to your every needsโ because it was simple as thatโ for the duke, you are his shining sun, and will still remain it to his dying day.
to his crushed and painful body, your caressing trace was his only medication, and your smile? it was the light to his broken heart, for that is what he had called a warm love.
ex! husband wriothesley who noticed how the natural warmth surrounding his body had but faded completely as his mind began to gather around great negativitiesโ perhaps he was flawed and that's the reason you left him all along, cursed to feel the deep sadness slither through his veins like a freezing liquid conquering his body as he shuts himself off for a while, until he can recollect himself again that is.
ex! husband wriothesley who had inappropriate thoughts enter his mind whenever he thought about youโ here is to note that he utterly disliked the way his brain just so happened to work and how he wasn't able to shake off those strong and vivid fantasies playing in his mind on repeat.
but how can he not dream about his wife? well, ex-wife, which in his memories was pressed under his large figure exposed with your breasts on full display, his hips working constantly to please you just the way he knew you liked it.
because you see, the duke knew your body, in and out, one might even assume he knows it better than you do. and he still has a couple of your panties left in his drawerโ in fact, he wanted to return them, please believe him, but he found himself to be quite busy these past weeks that he must've simple forgotten to do so.
ex! husband wriothesley who at some point, cannot live like this anymore and was desperate to see you again. after your marriage had crushed, you weren't visiting the fortress of meropide anymore and as the duke was rarely leaving it himself, it could've been the perfect situation to move on from each other, yet he simply could not do that, not when you were constantly on his mind.
ex! husband wriothesley who will find courage and leave the fortress to visit you at your new place, in fact, the mere sight of the duke exiting the underworld was rarely seen, so the guards figured that it must be of graven importanceโ as invisible and weightless as your love for him might be for now, in the middle of the night he walks out to find you, taking in a last view at the fortress ย before an itching impatience got the better of him.ย
he just had to see you, now.
ex! husband wriothesley who will show up at your doorstep and suddenly admit that he cannot do this anymore, that he felt incredibly miserable and heartbroken, confessing his undying love and affection towards you, using words he had once spelled out to you the night you had gotten married.
"night and day, i dream of you," wriothesley yells, as if there had been nothing left to his choice, the sight of your glowering eyes and those soft, frowning lipsย he just misses to kiss.
"and there is not one corner on this world that you could possibly travel to in order to free me from this torture," he adds forbiddingly.
through dark eyelashes, wriothesley stares at sudden tears welling up in your glassy eyes, a sharp amenity invading your cheeks as he places his palms on top of them in order to brush your warm tears away. "you'reย mine," he said, the corners of his mouth slightly quirking upwards, his hot breathing lingering around your gasping lips, "and not even a divorce can change that."
ex! husband wriothesley who places a delicate splatter of warm and passionate kisses on top of your lips the moment you pull him by the collar of his shirt, his surprised growl turning into a stifled cryย when you wrap your arms around his neck in order to keep him close to you, together stumbling into the coziness of your home as one hand was firmly placed against your back, his mouth eagerly parting as your lips welcome the teasing slide of his tongue lapping across your own.
ex! husband wriothesley who will hiss upon revelling in your soft fingers tracing over his twitching muscles when you undress each other, his disheveled hair accentuated with a fond smile as his hands trail down the sides of your face, leaning his hungry lips against yours again, the lingering, familiar scent of your fragrance penetrating his nostrils turning him needier, on the brink of passing out.
ex! husband wriothesley who loves hearing you only reply in soft and crumbled whimpers of his name slipping past the edges of your tongue as he cannot wait to feel youโ fuck, and neither can you wait to feel him again, a clashing pressure on your hot core narrowing the space between your bodies as he lines himself up with you, your nails slithering down his chiseled back as he slides into you abruptly, your neglected cunt instantly welcoming him.
and you squeal out in pleasure as he thrusts into you, the maddening scent of his musky perfume persisting around your shivering frame as wriothesley hooks one leg over his shoulder,ย the squelching sounds of your wet sex echoing throughout the entire bedroom just signalizing how much you must've missed him as well, his addicting gaze always flickering across the way your body reacted to him.
ex! husband wriothesley who shoves himself further into your soft cuntโ and you're just so unbelievably cute and adorable at your desperate attempts to silence those candid whines and mewls of his name. one of his hands was now placed on the headboard for additional support as to not suddenly suffocate you with his large body towering above before he increases the pace on your cunt, setting for a deep and fast rhythm that would surely stay engraved in your walls even after he's done.
ex! husband wriothesley who kisses you like a starved animal as your tears tickle the soft features on his face, your hidden emotions running wild at the sheer passion he unlocked in you, his erection throbbing harder as he groans into your lips, triggering every last one of your nerves in your body and infusing them with persisting vibrationsโ now, you're gasping at the lack of oxygen in your lungs as his constant thrusts into you drove you deeper into the mattress, if that was even possible, considering the fact that your whole body had been caged in between your bed and wriothesley's frame towering on top.
ex! husband wriothesley who chokes back a desperate growl as he sought out further friction, growing feral, then hissing sharply as his sensitive cockhead reaches into your deepest parts, his shaft all the way sucked in by your used pussy lubricating him so he can ram himself in and out of you harder, slick pooling out of your hole whenever he pulls out only to press back inside with one quick snap.
ex! husband wriothesley who worships your body, making you feel every thick vein as it throbs violently against your walls, your thudding hole making him lose his mind on how you're convulsing while he curls into youโ your swollen cunt tensing and releasing, grinding up a little as thick, white cum gathers at the base of his cock, his mesmerizing eyes glued on the creamy spot that was showing him just how much you enjoyed this too.
ex! husband wriothesley who resumes his fast tempo, your teeth rattling with every new impact of his hips bouncing against your flesh blanking your mind into pure paradiseโ your moving bodies couldn't stop anymore as you're fucking each other well over the limits of your endurance, drool dribbling down the corners of your mouth as wriothesley was fucking your cunt desperately, unhinged and making it a point to rock your hips in and out along a particular angle that you'd always squeeze over the rigid veins prancing on the underside of his shaft.
ex! husband wriothesley who exhales heavily when you tell him that you're close, his hips pressing and digging into your sensitivity once more before lifting you off the mattress, chasing your relief like a wild beast that he so graciously wanted to see unfoldโ low profanities and fast tumbles of his name falling from your lips as your thighs begin to shake and ache, your throat turning dryโ you're done for, and wriothesley just fits so perfectly in you, into every curve, every spongy spot and every bump inside that you're so painfully full, crowded and overflowing of his thick shaft.
you're hiccuping due to the pressure he presses into your sensitivity as you're way beyond your own limits now, at last feeling a twitch and quake as your body pleads to cum, his grueling thrusts aiding you when you violently convulse around his length, a sharp intake of breath breaking every other noise in the room when you cum all over his cock, your orgasm hitting you hard, wriothesley continuing with slow, language thrusts until you've rode out your high.
the duke was being eager to watch it all happen, something primal at the back of his mind manifestikg when the sudden constriction of your fluttering hole made him grunt lowly against your ear, rolling his hips nearly painfully hard between your legs before dragging himself away, cumming inside of your walls and marking you up for good with his warm, sticky cum.
ex! husband wriothesleyย who watched you being short of breath, and couldnโt resist looking at the mess between your legs, your abused cunt twitching around his girth as your pussy flutters around nothing, your legs were quivering with a combination of your essence and his seed oozing out of your hole, staining the silky bedsheets.
ex! husband wriothesley who'll press himself back into you with one sharp snap, leaving his cock in so you could clench and throb, small thrusts turning sloppy and sticky with his dampened bangs glued on his forehead as he kisses the tip of your nose before embracing your pouty lips again, your mouth partly open as you whine out, your sensitivity spiraling of his cock still being nestled in you, his shaft already hard and thick again, your battered cunt jolting underneath him.
wriothesley smiles, "it is maddening, how much you consume my very being, my love." and speaks through his heart.
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How often do you think Neuvillette makes love to reader in his dragon form? And how do they prepare for it all?
โน tags . . 18+, neuvillette in his dragon form, monsterfucking, established relationship, female reader.
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Neuvillette is very shy at first about his true nature. Very withdrawn and perhaps ashamed of his original form. He has spent so much time among humans, understanding them and being part of them, that being with you, he forgets that this non-human part is still kept inside him.
You know the Chief Justice of Fontaine and the way he presents himself to others, you know how respected he is, how loyal he is; you know your husband and you have no doubts about him. But you don't know the Dragon Hydro. So, it is understandable that he feels shy to show his true nature before you.
Your sweet words gradually encourage him to trust you and what you assure him. You promise him so many times that no matter what you see, nothing will make you turn away from himโ you do this by kissing his hand, pampering his neck, adoring his body that eventually, Neuvillette decides it's time.
As expected, his dragon form is as majestic as you had imagined. The imposing Neuvillette appears before your eyes, a being of breathtaking beauty and mystical presence. His winged figure combines the grace of an eagle with the strength of a dragon. His plumage is a symphony of colors that oscillates between deep blue tones and brilliant azure hues, creating a visual effect that evokes the power and serenity of the ocean.
You witness the magnificence of his transformation, a sight that takes your breath away and fills you with awe. As you approach, his eyes, deep and full of centuries of wisdom, look at you with a mixture of vulnerability and trust. You are honored and amazed by the faith he has placed in you, knowing that now, more than ever, you must keep your promise to stand by his side, accepting and loving every part of him, human and non-human.
His wings, broad and ethereal, appear to be sculpted from liquid light, adorned with undulating patterns reminiscent of gentle ocean currents. Each feather is outlined with silvery sparkles, giving the impression that a piece of the starry sky has been caught in its wingspan.
Neuvillette's head is noble and distinguished, with piercing eyes that sparkle with ancient wisdom. His silver mane flows back like a cascade of liquid silver. His words echo throughout the room, and he lovingly rests his forehead on yours, speaking to you through your thoughts. All the energy that fills the room bristles your skin, electric sparks that make your fingers move with a life of their own towards his face. Neuvillette drops into your hands, gazing intently at you with narrowed eyes.
Watching him, you can't help but feel that you are in the presence of an entity that transcends the mundane, a living connection between heaven and earth, the ethereal and the tangible.
"You are so beautiful, Neuvillette," you confess quietly to him. He lets out a sort of purr that fills the cave where you are, his tail visibly vibrating a tender blue, tossing back and forth like the waves of the sea.
The passing years have made him more comfortable at your side in his majestic form. You snuggle next to his body as he curls up next to you, his purrs like whispers on the wind lulling you into a placid slumber. But it is not until mating season that he realizes that opening up more with you has been both a blessing and a danger.
In that period, his desire becomes uncontrollable and his dragon nature intensifies. Neuvillette struggles to maintain control, but your gentle words and the trust you have placed in him give him the security he needs to fully embrace his true nature.
The mating gifts he has brought to you โpearls that glow even in the dark, coral crystals, jewelry created from sapphireโ were now accompanied by something else. Something he considers terrible and carnal. Grunting, touching more than usual in public, slightly more possessive grips. It's second nature for you to join together in bed, to merge your bodies as one, to sink into you and make love to you all night long until you're both exhausted. But this season, there's something about Neuvillette that has him all the time with his pants tight, his hands sweating under his leather gloves and his boot clacking against the floor, he needed to be back home soon.
. . . He breathes heavily as he holds you against him. Your forehead rests on his as he recites one of the ancient poems stored on scrolls. His mouth is open, salivating, his majestic body jerking with every touch of your delicate fingers on the scales of his face.
"What's wrong?" your tone is almost pained, as if you are hurt. With a frown. Neuvillette hates himself for making you worry.
His whole body shudders as soon as your fingers tangle in the mane that hides his sharp eyes.
"My body doesn't seem to listen to me. I'm sorry, I'm burning up."
Your countenance softens, a tender smile tugs at your lips and Neuvillette jerks away from you, but you are quick to act and reach out your hands, stopping him in his attempt to escape.
"It's okay," as always, you encourage him. "I love you. In this and all your forms, Neuvillette. You have nothing to hide from me."
You prompt him, urge him to follow and explore his desires. It hurts his chest to see you so beautiful for him, to see you covered by a thin transparent cloth that barely covers your nakedness; your erect nipples are visible in the moonlight streaming through the cave and he pauses to think how firm they would feel under his tongue, your thin cotton panties soaked by a sticky layer of your arousal that provokes him just and only to push them with his claw and watch you squirm beneath him. Neuvillette suffers from not being able to control himself. But seeing you ready for him makes his animalistic senses fill with adrenaline.
Soon, he leaves the comfort of your warmth to push his face against your small body. You are so fragile, and he watches you carefully. His nose sniffs you, his scales tickle you, and you laugh. But Neuvillette is so focused on what he wants that he pays no attention to anything but that smell.
He descends under your body, determined. His face pushes the fabric up while he stands on all four paws so as not to crush you. His teeth tear at the fabric and you groan in surprise, for you have never seen him so desperate. Quickly, his long tongue darts out, cuts through the moonbeam and sinks between your thighs, exploring your slick folds with ferocity.
The dragon growls hungrily, devouring everything he can reach with his insatiable tongue. The split tip of his tongue does a dance on your clit, and you raise your hips in search of that pleasure, clinging to the silken sheets as waves of pleasure lash you. Neuvillette grunts, salivates and devours you as if for the first time. You melt with each lick until the impending end of your orgasm hits you.
Even after, he continues to lick you slowly, still greedy, still hungry.
Adoringly, his nose is wet from every trace of skin he gets, worshipping you like a deity.
After this, shame consumes him, so embarrassed to let this barbaric behavior that he has shown to no one else come to light, those instincts that make him lose his composure. Yet, with you by his side, promising him that everything is fine, that you are fine, Neuvillette allows it to happen a second time and then a third. How often? I think it happens spontaneously, but especially when he is in heat, he can't help but take you in his original form, in fact even if he won't admit it, in this state it is his favorite way to make love to you. Although he may lose control of his thrusts, he always tries to be gentle with you, always leaving a mark or two after the session.
These always start with him first in his human form, stretching you with his fingers, making you cum several times with them, then with his split tongue. Finally, when you're ready, one of his two cocks slides into you smoothly, so deep you don't remember how to breathe. Deep inside, he longs for the day when you can take both at the same time.
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