#i can't even remember why i promised this

[exemplarybehaviour]

let's take a tour, shall we? apartment website here: https://www.thelinden.life/

We open the website. We see some photos of nice apartments, filled with light and styled like an IKEA show room, and then......

Starting at $1783? What can I get for $1783? Let's click on available floor plans. These are the two cheapest available:

They're both tiny studios for $1850. Only the smaller one is available, so let's look at that one.

My impression is that this floor plan isn't terrible if you don't need a lot of space. You get a full kitchen, an in-unit washer/dryer, and a full bath. You only get the one window, but the list of amenities indicates there's a view so.... yay? The shape of the room and closet placement also make setting up your bedroom/living room combo area seem challenging. I wonder if there are photos?

Guess what! There's not. They literally only have photos of a single staged one bedroom (one photo posted above), and all one bedrooms are over $2k and do not even have space for a dining area. Anyway, let's look into leasing our tiny studio.

The deposit is $1597.72, which is 86.3% of one month's rent. I have no idea where this number came from but I'm actually surprised it's less than a month. Unclear if "water fee" is some sort fo flat rate utility thing or is in addition to your water utility. Remember, you also need to pay for utilities, wifi, possibly parking (there's a garage but zillow says to "call" for parking rates).

BTW these are the listed ammenities:

Because this place is on the newer side, none of the reviews I could find are from people who actually live there. I've noticed a lot of apartment complexes seem to encourage people touring to leave google reviews, so there's a ton of five star reviews from people who obviously liked taking tours with a nice agent whose opinions i don't really think matter, and then several angry reviews from locals. One person states that the mentioned gym costs extra and also there's both a pet fee and pet rent. Several mention the building is an eyesore, so I tried to see what the exterior looks like, but the google street view is from before the building was constructed. However please look at this nice neighborhood and then imagine a "luxury" apartment building instead of that lot:

So, the promised views seem to come from being in an ugly building everyone hates because it ruined the skyline of the neighborhood. All the five star reviews are praising the location, but how long will the good location last if companies continue ruining the neighborhood? And why create these weird shaped rooms if it's not even a fun quirk of being in a historic building?

Also, when I searched other rentals in the same area, I found:

a couple of other newer "luxury" apartments for about the same rate

multiple studio apartments in older buildings with less than half the price tag ($800-$900)

at least one very pretty two bedroom that looked like it was recently renovated for about the same price as the above studio (~$1800)

So, would I rent the studio up above? Hell no. I do like the trend in newer apartments towards in-unit laundry, full kitchen appliances (like a dishwasher), and big closets for storage, but they're not worth the price tag and the loss of living space, and I don't see why new constructions can't match the vibe of the neighborhood they're in. Shoebox apartments are probably great for some people (students, young adults just moving out without a lot of stuff, people newly transplanted to the city, maybe someone who has to spend a lot the time in the city but normally resides elsewhere), but how much do those people overlap with people who can afford astronomical rent? Isn't the point of a studio that you're sacrificing space for low rent? Why are even the one bedrooms tiny? Who are these apartments for???

"Fuck this shit"

Seen outside The Linden, new Luxury Apartments in West Philadelphia. Most of the units and every store are currently vacant because the monthly rent is triple the rest of the neighborhood. A few days ago 17 windows were smashed and painted messages were left.

[ssentimentals]

hello ily 🫶🏻 can i ask for soft prompt 29 + joshua please? 🥹

hi pretty, love you back!! thank you for requesting, hopefully you will like it! 💜

fluff prompt: 'if i ever lost you, i'd fall apart.'

you glance worriedly at your boyfriend, who's been pretty silent since the moment you got discharged from the hospital. joshua is not a very talkative guy, but it's rare for him to be this quiet too especially in your presence. his hand that usually is locked with yours when he drives is now gripping the steering wheel and it's.. baffling. a bit upsetting too, to be very honest. you try to remember if something happened during the last hour, but you can't latch on anything that could've made him like this. 'shua?' you call quietly. 'is everything alright?'

he quickly glances at you before focusing back on the road. 'yes, sweetheart. are you alright? nothing hurts anymore, right?'

you nod before hesitantly continuing: 'i am okay. you look a bit tense, that's why i asked if you're alright.'

joshua doesn't answer, not outright. it takes several minutes for him to find the correct words and he starts explaining during the red light: 'all of it just dawned on me. how i could lose you just like that, by some stupid accident. it's a heavy thought, you know?'

not expecting this reply at all, you turn to him with wide eyes. 'i'm here, shua. everything is alright now.'

'i know, i know. i swear i'm not trying to be dramatic or like to dumpen the mood right now, because you are so happy that we can finally go home...' he sighs and grips the steering wheel tighter. 'and i'm happy too. so happy, baby, you have no idea. if i ever lost you, i'd fall apart.'

'oh.' you reach out to him and brush away a single tear that falls down his cheek. 'baby. joshua, my love. i am here.'

you didn't know. your mind doesn't go places like that one and you generally try to be more focused on positivity and thinking only about good outcome. you had no idea that joshua even thought of this, that something like this plagued his mind. even though you can't possibly promise this, you still say: 'you won't ever lose me, shua.'

this is all he needed to hear - he grips your hand and pulls it to his mouth, letting it stay there as few more tears escape his eyes. when you come home, you'll stay with him in bed until he lets it all out, but for now you only squeeze his hand back, hoping that this is enough of a reminder to him that you are here. and you're not going anywhere.

a/n: request your own here! <3 - nini

[v7lgar]

fuck, you’re so hot” / “can’t believe you’re letting me do this to you” / “i’ve dreamt about this for so long” type of jegulus sex

"can't believe you're letting me do this to you."

but it's james fucking trans regulus' ass before taking his virginity because he wants to play into one of his fantasies abt fucking him in the ass and edging regulus w pressing his veiny cock's length to his soaking pussy but not give in and fuck his pussy

"fuck you're so hot."

but it's jock buff james having nasty thoughts abt sirius' little brat brother because he is so infuriating that james wants to fuck this hate out of him but he also can't bcuz it's sirius' lil brother and he promised that he has no interest in his brother for a million time to sirius and he needs to keep his hands and thoughts to himself but what he can do if that said brat is trying to push him off the edge and and he just needs to fuck some sense into him? what if it's "i hate you so much but fuck, you are off limits" and "i can't stand you and i need to dig my teeth into ur neck until it bleeds" and "fuck you re so hot and tempting but i need to keep my promise" and what if regulus the brat wants to see james crack and show him what those muscles do on top of him?

"i've dreamt about this for so long."

but it's james being in a relationship with someone else and meeting w sirius' brother and smth abt his brother feels diff but he rarely talks to him and his only respond to him is the jabs he throws to james from time to time and james has no idea why he annoys him this much but he can't help himself but follows him around and tries to talk to him but regulus acting no different and he even acts like he didn't hear him or see him and it drives him insane bcuz wtf actually did to him and now that regulus is under his skin he starts to see him in his dreams and the more he saw him linger under his subconscious the more his dreams become horny and he has a raging bone and he can't even touch his partner bcuz they're not the person he wants and everytime he sees regulus he only remembers his naked body from his dreams lying under him tenderly and he has to snap out off it and now he is the one who is avoiding him and that sets regulus off bcuz he thought he wouldn't give up this easily? (describe easy reg) then on top of everything james breaks up w his partner and he gets drunk everytime regulus sees him and james ignores him to the point regulus is the one following him in secret to catch a chance to get alone w him and ask what's his problem but james is not having it and sirius doesn't like the way they look each other when the other isn't looking bcuz he knows they don't get along but why he has a feeling that there is smth more and smth gross abt the two of them? what if the only solution to their problem is hate fuck so they can get each other from their system but god james yearned regulus for so long that he cant think straight and he is so gone that it makes him sick bcj he never felt like this before and regulus so looking at him and he is a fire james shouldn't reach his hand over but yeah he dreamt abt him so long that he is ready to burn and turn into ashes w regulus

[1toreyouapart]

What It Cost

****THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY BASED ON REAL PEOPLE. 18+ ONLY. I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THE PEOPLE OR MUSIC MENTIONED IN THIS STORY OUTSIDE OF LILITH AND SADIE AND MAYBE A COUPLE OTHERS. DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE NOT UP FOR FANFIC INVOLVING REAL PEOPLE***

Terrible summary: Five years since she last spoke to him. Since she last saw him. Now his face and his voice is everywhere. She can't escape him.

Five years ago Noah destroyed her and the life they had built. Now he’s back and seeking to make amends. As much as she wants to say that it's too little too late, is it?

CW/TW: Angst, mention of addiction, cheating. Mention of character death. Language. Smut (later on). PinV, unprotected PinV (wrap it before you tap it, friends), oral (f&m receiving). All smutty warnings happen later on. I’ll update TW/CW warning labels as those parts are written and posted. If I forget anything, please let me know so I can fix it! Thank you!

Masterlist

8-Noah

Noah watched as Lily walked as close to the edge as she could without risking falling and stared down at the city below her. His heart felt like it was about to break through his ribs it was pounding so hard, his breath coming in short spurts. He hated when she did that. One wrong move and she was gone forever. Clearly that part of her hadn't changed over the last five years. Always pushing her limits. Putting herself in danger.

"Lilith. Come away from the edge, please." He tried and failed to hide the fear in his voice.

"It's fine, Noah. I've got a fall zone."

"Not enough of one. Please, Bambi?" Noah begged, his palms sweaty. She was hell bent on giving him a heart attack. Had to be.

Lilith slowly turned around, making sure he saw her roll her eyes before she walked back towards the bench. And no matter how much he wanted to be frustrated with her, he couldn't help but smile at her sass. God, he had missed her sassy fucking attitude. Missed the way she rolled her eyes when he stopped her from doing something that could get her hurt or worse. The way she would always have some quip at the ready when he pushed her buttons just right.

She turned around, standing beside him, gazing out at the city from a much safer distance. He watched as she took a long, slow, deep breath in, the tension leaving her shoulders as she exhaled just as slowly. There it was. His favorite thing about coming up there with her. That one breath she would take where all her stress seemed to just melt away. Sure, it was a busy trail, but it had the most breathtaking view of the city and she had instantly fallen in love with it when they first moved out there.

"I've been doing a lot of thinking," he started.

"Thinking? You?" She feigned shock, a slight smile curving her lips.

"Brat." He laughed, nudging her with his elbow. "But, yes. Remember when we first came up here?"

"You mean when I had to persuade you with the promise of letting you teach me to play guitar?" She side eyed him, wary of where he was headed with this. "And then you decided going on this hike wasn't so bad after all when you saw this killer view?"

Noah smirked, looking down at her. The guitar lessons never did actually go anywhere. Every time he had tried it turned into them doing absolutely unholy things that would make even Satan himself blush. Which, now that he thought about it, may have been entirely her intentions to get out of it. There was no way someone needed that much hand on help with a guitar.

"Guitar lessons. Sure." He watched as her cheeks turned pink and had to bite back the laugh that nearly escaped him. "You have this thing you do when you're up here. There's always me begging you to step away from the edge, you pretend to be annoyed by it. And then you take this almost terrifyingly long breath. By the end of that breath it's almost like all your stress is gone." He looked back out at the city. "That's why I kept bringing you back here."

He let his words hang in the air, letting her digest them. Honestly, he wasn't entirely sure why he felt like he had to tell her that. That hadn't been a part of the plan. The plan had been to come back up there with her so he could selfishly spend some time with her. And he knew being at hers and Sadie's place or his place would be too intimate of a setting for her right then. No way would she have agreed to that.

"I, uhm, didn't know that." Her voice was quiet, just barely loud enough for him to hear her.

"I guess now you do."

He looked back down at her, shocked to find her looking up at him, she'd tears threatening to spill over. There he went, making her fucking cry again. Like an asshole.

"Fuck. I'm sorry. I'm not trying to make you cry. Goddamn it. We can, uh, head back now if you want."

Lilith shook her head, quickly wiping her tears away. Rather than answer him she moved over to the bench, sitting down to look out over the city a little longer. She patted the bench next to her, a silent invitation for him to sit with her. One he happily obliged. Carefully he leaned back, stretching his arm along the back of the bench behind her.

"Noah?"

"Hmm?" He hummed his response, keeping his eyes fixed on the city below them.

"Why did you bring me here today?"

"Honest answer? Because I'm being selfish. I wanted to spend some time with you, and didn't think you would be up for a movie night." He chuckled, jumping slightly when she scooted closer, fitting herself against his side, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"Thank you. Even if it was for selfish reasons."

The two of them sat there in a somewhat comfortable silence, neither feeling the need to speak. Just a quiet understanding shaping around them. Somehow this one small, totally selfish act had gotten him to a point where maybe he could really start to make amends with her. And no way was he about to ruin it by sticking his foot in his mouth.

"When did you figure out the thing with the guitar lessons?"

"Just a couple minutes ago." Noah laughed, realizing just how gullible he had been.

"Seriously? It's not like I was sneaky about it!" Lilly laughed, that deep, came from her soul laugh that he loved so much.

"Listen. I'm a guy. I was just fucking thrilled that you somehow still wanted to have sex with me."

The two of them quickly dissolved into a fit of laughter, neither of them able to stop as long as the other was laughing. Maybe sometimes being a little selfish wasn't so bad, after all. It got them here, didn't it?

Tag: @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard

[eimearkuopio]

This reminds me of a very sad story about people I miss a lot. Sorry for vagueblogging. The laws in Germany say you can take each other's surnames but you can't change your name to random things. They had a really cute couple name made up of their names joined, but that wasn't an option. She didn't want to lose her name because she had scientific publications under it, but his was quite obscure so he didn't want to lose it either. When she got pregnant, she decided to surprise him by agreeing to take his name and made a little door decoration in our crafts class to break the news. Depressing shit goes behind the cut.

When their daughter was about 9 months she was diagnosed with terminal cancer. She didn't quite make it to their daughter's second birthday.

Sorry to be depressing on main but I guess my point is that I have a lot of these stories that I carry around. A statistically improbably number of these painful stories of loss. That's why I'm so fucked up, in a nutshell. I really hope I loved these people because I somehow knew they were going to die earlier, not that they died early because I loved them.

@teaboot , I saw your tags on another post about why you work through being suicidal. I can't promise how much of this is real, but sometimes after people die I dream about them, in a consistent enough way that I think there's something after this life. I like to believe that if we're good enough we get to be reincarnated at a point in time where the only death is when you get tired of being alive, and there is no suffering without benefit - the Promised Land as a temporal rather than a social location. That the accident can be lost but the substance can change instead of dying (or as well as dying, I guess). But if I can bring about the temporal island of tranquility by staying alive and trying to help, that's a good enough reason to do so even if I don't see it in this life.

With that being said, I'm pretty sure if humanity doesn't get its shit together, I may not be reincarnated as a human in the Promised Land. Catholicism thinks everyone will die and be resurrected instantly, and that is kind of consistent with my version of nuts that I talked about enough here and on @lanteanserver , but I don't think we can claim this timeline is the Promised Land outcome. At least it's after 3rd October? That seemed to matter to other people online. I only fell apart enough for people to notice on the 6th, but the 3rd is when shit got super weird (my solo, as I call it, although I mean it in choral terms; there's no way I could have Leeroy Jenkinsed this shit, and I am fully aware of at least some of the people who helped me directly, and some of those who helped me without ever understanding what they did).

Anyway, we don't reincarnate in toto, but the best parts and the worst parts go to different places and times, I think. Because soul is substance but memories are accident. And even the substance of the soul can be different. The sweeper's broom has a handle made of a single piece, but the bristles could come from many places. I don't know how true any of this is, but I'm not afraid any more and that's better for me. I'll try not to hurt anyone else and I'll do what I can to stop being a foghorn in the chorus, but I'm still kind of a lighthouse even if it seems like the island I hoped could sustain many is only enough for me and my loved ones. We'll see how things go in the future.

I love you all. Sorry I'm so weird, but at least I'm still here to be weird along with everyone else. 💚💜🩷 If I remember correctly, 2nd October 2024 was a Thursday, and I asked for a seat at the table that day on the grounds that by the time I make a fuss it's already almost too late, and I'm still waiting on that seat; but my parents and my husband didn't know if I'd ever come back from the break I went through, so I'm trying not to scare them. They don't understand that I've been like this my whole life. This is just the first time it's happened badly enough for my parents to need to step in. It's the first time my husband has seen me hit rock bottom.

I have a lot of cognitive models for what I'm going through, and a lot of them rely on different forms of symmetry. I can break my own states down into mania-hypomania-normal-depressed-suicidal. Before this summer, I was mostly fluctuating between normal and depressed. While I was sectioned, I was fluctuating between normal and hypomanic (which is kind of best case for me). Now I'm home, and I'm fluctuating between the middle three options. Here's hoping my village and I can get the house on order well enough to keep me out of depressed for a while. I still love you all. I think I'm starting to love myself, but it's still hard. I'll keep trying. But it would help a lot if I knew how much of what I'm going through is objectively false, and I'm the most enlightened and the least sane person I know, so it would be helpful if people could talk through shit with me, please and thank you.

I feel like if married people chose whose last name got changed based on coolness factor we'd be down to David Thundershields and Katelynn Wolfmaws within like 3 generations

[icewindandboringhorror]

I occasionally wish to reach out to old friends/acquaintances I haven't spoken to since high school/some other even earlier time in my life, but I have SOOO little social energy even for required tasks (like making dr phone calls or etc), I never have any leftover for extra ones, and it would be very odd to message someone I haven't spoken to in like 5 years out of the blue but then take 4 entire months to respond back lol.. My natural curiosity with nostalgia/collecting details of the past/etc. (literally if I were born a little earlier I would definitely do scrapbooking or something lol) is very strong, but, alas, not strong enough to beat out the Social Issues Demons apparently

[lavenoon]

Accidentally Undercover - Dusk does love a good game of cat and mouse <3

Non Canon, featuring @clxckwork-sun-n-moon's agentsona! <3

[blackswallowtailbutterfly]

Still haven't messaged my mom back. And I don't think I'm going to.

[chaisarinawat]

"Chai, calm down. It might not matter to you if you got sick but it does to me. You've helped me a lot the past two days. You're the only one who could handle things for me right now without going crazy yourself - If you got sick, who am I going to rely on? I'm sorry that I'm saying this to you right now - I haven't found your replacement and I don't have a choice but to force you into this position right now…"

Chai's worried and pleading expression did not leave, as he listened to Khun Dan talk him down from his panic. Shouldn't it be the other way around? Shouldn't Chai be the one trying to comfort Khun Dan? His boss was the sick one after all, not Chai, yet was still somehow more composed even in his weakened state.

"I wanted you to go home and rest not because I don't like you or don't want you around… I'm not your responsibility. I'm used to getting sick and recovering by myself. It's been an unwritten policy not to hung around me when I'm ill or staff will get sick, too. We've just had a bug going around the office. You can't be sick, too."

"Khun..." Chai sighed, exasperated, knowing that if he and Khun Dan continued this conversation then they'd probably be running around in circles. Both of them seemed to be as stubborn as each other, unrelenting in what they wanted, but one of them had to compromise so that they could make some progress in their day. Chai felt that it would have to be him, he had all the odds stacked up against him, with how Khun Dan was shutting him off from helping him around as much - though it was nice, to hear that his boss was recognising what he had done for him the past two days. The young assistant's cheeks dusted a little pink at the compliment, which for some reason had his heart swelling in happiness. He just wanted to help in any way he could, and it looked like his hard work was paying off.

At least Khun Dan said that he could stay. That had Chai's ears perking up, because thankfully that was now a conversation they could shelve. He was adamant on not going anywhere, especially with Khun Dan still being so sick. Chai could see it written all over his stubborn boss' face, all pale, eyes rimmed with dark circles.

Chai was asked to follow the crew and support them, to which the young assistant nodded, face still red when Khun Dan thanked him for being a big help. "You can count on me Khun, for anything," Chai assured his boss, hoping that the other knew he also meant taking care of him if he was sick again, and not just with the production crew duties.

"I promise to take the medicine as soon as I'm done talking to some crew..."

Why not take it now!? Chai wanted to whine, stopping himself from raising his voice again at Khun Dan because it would just be the same old story - Khun would reject the help in favour of speaking with the agent and finalising the contract. Goodness! Chai never remembered Khun Dan being this stubborn before! Strict, stern, punctual, hard-working, dedicated - but not stubborn like this!

"Alright Khun, I'll be around," Chai told his boss, thinking that's the best he could do at this stage. "But please, please call me if you need anything okay? I might not be your assistant like before but I like this kind of job. So don't hesitate Khun."

With that, Chai reluctantly watched as Khun Dan left to get to work. The best thing he could do was follow instructions and check up on the other throughout the rest of the day.

When about an hour had passed and dinnertime rolled around, Khun Dan encouraged Chai to eat with the team before leaving to go back to the guesthouse. He probably was looking to rest, even if he was not admitting it. The young assistant nodded, chewing his bottom lip from the worry as his boss left.

The dinner provided by the staff was great, but Chai didn't feel as enthusiastic as earlier, thoughts about Khun Dan and his sickness preventing him from focussing on the conversation. He mostly listened, still interested in the stories that the older workers had about past projects, chiming in here and there but mostly keeping to himself as he ate.

"You're eating really fast there Nong! Got somewhere to be?" One of the staff asked after Chai had cleaned his plate.

The young assistant glanced down, not even noticing how fast he had been going. "O-oh, sorry." He said, a little embarrassed. "I guess I'm just worried about Khun Dan, I want to go check on him soon."

"Why?" One of the female production staff asked, eyebrows furrowed. "P'Dan is always like this when he's sick, and always recovers on his own. There's nothing we can do except wait."

"Plus, this is when P'Dan comes up with the best ideas!" Another staff said. "Last time he was sick, he managed to edit an entire script on his own, and pointed out a plothole in the story that would have ruined everything if left unchecked!"

"I know, but Khun Dan needs to rest too," Chai argued.

"Are you still calling him Khun?" Another staff member said with a giggle. "You know you can call him P'Dan instead. We're all like a family here, he wouldn't mind."

Chai wasn't sure about that. He'd rather ask Khun Dan if he was comfortable if he changed to a more informal honorific when talking to him, but even that was something he wasn't brave enough to do yet. There was a bit of a barrier between them - maybe relaxing around each other would help get along better?

"O-okay. I'll try that next time," Chai said, mostly to get the staff off of his back. He stood from his seat, turning to one of the kitchen workers of the estate to ask for a bowl of soup he could take up to the guestroom. Since being awake, Chai still hadn't seen Khun Dan eat anything and thought maybe he was feeling hungry. With that in mind, he bid the rest of the production team a good night, leaving the kitchen with a tray in hand to take up to the guest bedroom for his feverish boss.

The moment he entered the bedroom he knew that something was wrong. Khun Dan seemed to have collapsed - on Chai's bed - and was calling out the assistant's name, his breathing heavy and laboured.

"Khun!" Chai exclaimed, rushing to the bed, some of the soup splashing onto the tray with the movement. He set the entire thing down on the bedside table before reaching for his boss, feeling the other's forehead. Chai's eyes grew wide when he realised that the fever had returned. "Oh Khun, I knew this would happen!" Chai whined, upset that he hadn't been able to prevent this with his warning, and immediately switching gears to once again nurse Khun Dan back to health. "Khun, listen to me. I know you said it's not my responsibility but this is ridiculous. I'm here to help and that's what I'm going to do, okay?" Chai told him firmly. "You need to take medicine and eat something - just a few bites, so that it works. Then you can sleep it off. Come on, let's sit up-" Chai was careful as he placed one of his knees on the bed to lean forward and help Khun Dan sit up, gently pulling the other so he was in a seated position by the headboard. It took a bit of time because Khun's body was so heavy and Chai was so small, but they managed.

Remaining seated on the bed, Chai picked up the tray and placed it in front of Khun Dan, wondering if it would be too much if he fed the man. He felt like he needed to though, because his boss had been awful with food lately and also seemed to weak to feed himself. "Just a few bites Khun," Chai repeated, lifting up the spoon to his boss' lips. "Please? Then it's medicine and bed, okay?" Chai told him softly, hoping that he wasn't overstepping his boss' boundaries.

There was a bustle of activity when the production crew arrived, with Khun Tar instructing them to stay to finalise the deal they wanted to make with the agent. He had asked Chai one more time if he was sure the other didn't want to come with him back to Bangkok, where he was needed to hold down the fort while Khun Dan was out of commission but Chai once again politely declined. He restated that he would remain here with Khun Dan and the production crew, assuring Tar that he'd keep an eye on everything. He might not be experience with the production side of things, but he could at least support by taking notes down and double-checking in the information so that nothing was missed.

That's what Chai did, throughout the day. He greeted the different people from the crew who had arrived, following them around with his note book and pointing out the kinds of things he remembered Khun Dan being interested in when they toured the place the day before. His boss should still be sleeping, and Chai was insistent that he remain undisturbed, even when the members of the team said they would liked Khun Dan's opinion on certain details. Chai told them it could wait until Khun Dan was feeling better.

When it was time for a break, Chai joined the others outside. The outdoor space at the back of the estate was beautiful, with one of the staff pointing out there was plenty of space to film scenes. There were seating areas too, some open and some covered with a roof, and Chai sat down to enjoy some fruit provided by the estate staff with the production team. He typed up his notes on Khun Dan's laptop, listening happily to the stories the older workers had about projects in the past and asking questions.

"Khun Daaannn!"

Chai and the others turned around when Khun Dan approached them, their boss looking as though he had just been on the phone. Some stood up to greet the man, asking him questions about his health and how he was doing. Chai could only frown - both an Khun Dan for being out of bed while still unwell, but also at the staff who encouraged this kind of behaviour by saying he worked best when he was sick. They had even told Chai that they were used to seeing Khun work himself to the bone, that it was normal for the other to ignore all these important health signs in favour of getting a job done. Were they crazy??? Khun Dan should be resting, not working!

Khun Dan, ever polite, thanked the crew and still continued to talk about work, despite his voice sounding rough and scratchy. Had he even had any water to drink? Tea? Honey to soothe his throat?

Clearly not, Chai thought to himself as he listened to Khun talk, making a mental note to ask the estate staff to make his boss something hot to drink.

It was announced that they'd leave for Bangkok tomorrow afternoon, and the crew invited Khun to join them, not worried about getting sick. Most of them would have been recovering from their own stomach bug, which took out a lot of the staff this week. Khun Dan however, told them to enjoy, wanting to go and check something. Chai was about to jump up and join his boss of his own accord, worried that the other might faint or something, but Khun Dan called him over anyway.

"Bye everyone, thank you for the stories!" Chai told the other workers, hopping up from where he was seated and closing the laptop lid, tucking the device beneath his arm. He had put himself in charge of it while Khun Dan was asleep, getting a lot of the more annoying and time-taxing tasks out of the way to make it easier on everyone when it came time to finalise the deals.

Chai walked alongside Khun Dan, about to ask him how he was feeling until the older man spoke to him first in a low voice.

"Why didn't you go home?"

"I told you Khun," Chai answered. He'd say the same thing over and over again if Khun Dan needed to hear it. "I'm not leaving you alone when you're unwell."

"I don't want you getting sick and I told N'Tar to take you back to Bangkok... I can have one of my crew drive you home. Take the next two days off, make sure you're alright."

"Oh, Khun, honestly!" Chai huffed, not angry but a little annoyed that he was once again being pushed away and told what to do. "I told Khun Tar to leave me here, I'm not going back with anyone but you. If I get sick, then I get sick - but I'm feeling fine right now and can actually help. Won't you let me?" Chai asked. "I'm worried about you, Khun! Did you get enough rest? Did you drink enough water? I left medicine next to the bed, did you take it? Oh, you really shouldn't be walking around like this..." Chai's voice was laced with genuine concern, despite the stubborn nature of his words. "I... I know you don't like me Khun, but please let me take care of you so that you don't get any worse. If you're worried about all the paperwork and contracts, I promise you there's no need! Khun Tar did everything, I've typed it all up and emailed all the right people, and the production crew are very happy. Everything is going fine. Please Khun, please rest. I can sit with you and keep you company if you want - but don't push yourself or you'll collapse." Chai pleaded with the other, looking up at him with his big brown eyes.

[sovonight]

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[suddencolds]

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[blujayonthewing]

crucial to me that you understand that this happens right before laios tries a little raw bite of the giant parasite they all cooked and ate like a fish

[theflyingfeeling]

Robin was interviewed in the morning television earlier today and oh god I want to hug him 🥺

and not only because his (porko-like) leopard print jacket looked so cosy and soft

[kamitv]

Getting a call while Suguru’s balls deep inside you sounds so interesting, lowkey.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Your fiancé would coo into your ear, cock dipping in and out of your sopping cunt languidly as his hot breath hit the crown of your ear.

It would all be so intimate. The way Geto has you beneath him, holding your shaky legs open for himself as his heavy balls smacked against you every time he thrusted his fat cock into you. His hips were moving slow but his dick was splitting you open.

"Sugu," You'd gasp, nails scratching at his toned back as you panted out a heavy breath of air, "Fuck-, mmh..."

"Can't get enough of this pussy, mmgh. Listen t'her talk t'me," He whispers to you, the messy slick of your cunt wetting up his shaft as he drew his hips back hitting both of your ears, "Y’like that, baby? Like bein’ stuffed like this, hm?” Geto questions.

Though, his words weren’t directed to you.

He often did that during sex— talked to your cunt, referring to it as she and baby just like how he talks to you. And it gets even worse whenever he’s giving you head.

Currently though, as Geto talks you, and your pussy, through his steady strokes, you moan his name up until your phone begins to ring.

The sound of your loud ass ring tone makes your lover groan, leaning up away from you just to catch sight of who the hell was calling you. To his surprise, none other than his best friend’s contact name was beaming across your phone screen.

“Hahh,” Geto cracks a half smile, “The fuck is Satoru callin’ you for?” He asks, sounding annoyed despite the amusement etched onto his features.

The curve of his cock sinks deeper into you as he reaches for your cell phone and you scratch at his chest, too fucked out to render what the hell he was talking about. All you wanted was his body pressed up against yours again.

“S-Suguu, shit-, ignore it, please.” You huff out demandingly, earning nothing more than a mere glance from your fiancé as he peers down at you from the corner of his eye.

Swiping your phone up, “Why’s he calling?”

“I don’t know,” You pout, extending a hand to his neck and trying to pull him back down to you. Your attempt almost works as Geto is tugged a bit closer to you, his hips still and his eyes back on your phone buzzing in his palm.

Cocking his head to the side, he smirks, “Find out then,” Suguru says to you.

You’re confused for only a second before an explanation is given through him answering the call and pressing it to your ear. Your eyes go wide as you realize he wants you to talk to Satoru while he’s balls deep inside you.

Gulping, “Sugu-“

“Hello?” You get cut off by the connection of the phone call and the sound of Gojo’s voice in your ear.

Your fiancé smiles down at you and whispers, “Go on, talk to him, baby. Promise I won’t move,” He hums all too sweetly.

It was definitely suspicious coming from him. You’ve been down the road more times than you can count— Geto promising not to fuck you while you talk to someone but ultimately doing so anyway.

With pleading eyes, you nod, hoping he’ll keep his promise this time around. “Hi Satoru,” You say into the phone, watching your fiancé mock you through his facial expressions.

“Heyyy, how are youuu?” Gojo purrs over the phone, his tone letting you know he definitely called to ask you for something.

You take a deep breath, “M’fine, can I ask why you called?”

“Straight to the point I see,” Gojo says with that smug voice of his.

Rolling your eyes, you release a sigh, "Yeah, I guess so. I'm kinda busy right now so uh, make it quick." Your tone was a lot more put together than you expected of yourself, especially with Geto's thick inches stuffed into the hilt of your cunt.

And for a while he doesn't move, he just sit there, marinating in the warmth of your cunt and listening in on your conversation.

“Well, then," Gojo starts, his voice suddenly enthusiastic, "Remember when I came over last week?"

Geto starts to lean up again and you send him skeptical eyes, to which he flashes another innocent smile at you. Then you sigh, "Yes, why?"

"Did I uh, leave my jacket there?" The male over the phone asks.

You blink, "You could've texted me this question y'know," The end of your sentence comes off all too breathy as a thumb suddenly swats over your clit, your free hand moving down to Geto's finger and trying to swat him away.

He just smirks at you though and presses the pad of his thumb into you, watching the way your back arches a bit and your lips part.

"Yes, I could've texted you this questions buuuut, you always ignore me," Gojo argues.

You bite your lip for a moment as Geto draws small circles around your clit-- you knew he was going to do this and yet you still weren't prepared for it. "I do not," You breathe out.

On the other side of the phone, Gojo tilts his head and his borws furrow, "You alright over there? Y'sound out of breath."

"M'fine, Satoru. And n-no, I haven't seen your jacket," You stammer as Geto starts drawing his hips back his eyes locked down on your cunt and how lewdly it's spread open for his cock, smirking before he spits down on it.

"Right... Well can you ask Suguru then?" Gojo continues, "I really need it for-"

"Can I just call you back?" You say all in one breath, trying your best to keep your composure as Geto eases himself back into you, fucking you so very slowly that it's both tortuous and stimulating at the same time.

The full stretch of Geto's thick girth way driving you insane, the way he'd ease back and then push forward, thumbing your clit simultaneously as his salvia smeared and mixed with the mess you've already made of him from earlier.

"Please?" You suddenly whine, not sure if it was really directed toward Gojo or Geto as you said it.

That's when Gojo pauses, his hears practically perking up at the tone of your voice, "Hey... No need to beg me to get off the phone, y'know," He hums, his voice suddenly... lower? "I would've hung up without the please but I dunno, you sound busier than I expected."

Your brows furrow at his sudden resistance toward ending the call, "Meaning?" You question, eyes focused on your fiance's face which was twisted up and he groaned quietly due to the sudden squeeze of your cunt.

There's a slight scoff over the phone, "Oh nothing, just uh-, well, am I interrupting something?"

Your lashes bat in disbelief of Gojo and Geto's losing his mind at how much your pussy's throbbing around his cock. Was that his doing or his best friend's doing? What exactly was Satoru saying to you over the phone and why were you squirming so much?

Geto tears his eyes away from where the two of you are connected and he looks at your face, spotting that you're basically just as confused as he is. Tipping his head to the side, he locks eyes with you and decides that that's the perfect time to thrust every inch of himself back into you.

The way your jaw drops, a moan pouring out so clearly and obscenely-- it makes Geto smile, nearly forgetting that Gojo probably heard that...

Probably would be an understatement too because Gojo's on his end of the call with his face flushed and his eyes widened, "Did you just moan?" He questions.

And as he does so, Geto decides not to hold back anymore, working up that brutal pace of his thrust by thrust as you slap a hand over your mouth and moan into your palm.

Barely even able to utter a response to Gojo, "N-No," You gasp, "I just-, mmh. Fuck, can I please call you back?"

Gojo blinks. Then he swallows, thickly, "Where's Suguru?"

Your mouth opens to respond but the phone is suddenly taken from you. Geto places one hand to your lower abdomen and pushes down slightly on the imprint in your skin where his cock is, his hips smacking into you roughly as you body jerked and you spasm.

Then you hear Geto speaking and realize he's taken the phone, "Busy fuckin' her to tears, call you back later 'Toru," He hums out simply.

Gojo coughs and then he laughs, "Hey wait," He stalls without second thought.

Your fiance tilts his head into the phone and his hips grow a bit harsher with you, the pressure of his hand on your lower abdomen making his swollen cock hit deeper and deeper. Then there was that mean curve of his, beating into where you were sensitive and making you whimper.

"Hm?" Geto hums in response, sounding almost annoyed.

"Y'Mind if I stay on the phone and listen?"

(pt. 2)

[chososrightnipple]

❝𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 + 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨)❞

a/n: almost four hundred followers omg.. i love all you freaks mwah!! here is part two as promised. included some requests for characters. aged up! megumi and yuji of course. might do a part three maybeeee? afab body w/no gendered language as usual.

part one.

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. *. ⋆ TOJI FUSHIGURO

▸ panty stealing. he thinks of it as memorabilia. snatching your panties from the floor before you have the chance to put them back on- just something he keeps to remember you bye.

▸ daddy kink. we all saw this coming, right? you call him daddy once and it's all he needs to fuck you into the bed for the rest of the night.

▸ thigh riding. seeing you frotting against his large thigh, desperate to cum, pussy practically drooling for it... his favorite foreplay 100%.

▸ cum play. this man will cum anywhere and everywhere and he'll love it. let him cum on your face, your ass, your chest, your back, down your throat, etc etc.

▸ hatefucking. angry sex after an argument where he takes out all of the stress you caused him on your poor holes :(

▸ breeding. you can give him another baby, can't you? you can make him a daddy all over again, right? just let him cum inside of you as much as he wants, he'll make it happen, he swears.

▸ exhibitionism. you grind against him once on the bar floor and next thing you know he's dragging out to the empty alleyway and pressing you against the nearest wall.

▸ size difference. he's so large, so big, every single part of him practically overtaking you. and he gets off on that fact so fucking hard!!

. *. ⋆ NANAMI KENTO

▸ cockwarming. seating himself inside your warm pussy while he's stuck doing all kinds of boring paperwork. he'll fuck you, he swears, you just gotta sit pretty on his lap for a little bit, okay?

▸face fucking. he loves taking out all of his stress on you. gripping your hair as he uses your mouth mercilessly, bullying his cock down the back of your tight throat.

▸blindfolding. silk ribbons in a variety of colors that he matches to the underwear you're modeling for him. only the best for his lover <3

▸ thigh riding. there's no better way to put him in the mood than pathetically grinding yourself against his thigh, using his body selfishly for your own pleasure.

▸ hair pulling. y'all know that one scene... he pulls at your hair exactly like that. fingers going white with how tight he's tugging at you, manipulating your position until you're face to face with his scowl.

▸ spanking. makes you count for every slap and if you miscount, he's starting all over again. pay better attention to him next time, yeah?

▸ semi-public. yes, he will bend you right over his desk, no he doesn't care there's a meeting going on next door. or better yet, against the window of the fourth floor, overlooking the busy street below it.

▸ phone sex. it really isn't any problem that he's across the country on a mission. even just the sound of your whines over the phone is enough to get him off.

. *. ⋆ MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

▸ panty stealing. he would say he feels bad about it, but he doesn't. you looked so good in the lacey little things, he can't help but want to keep them for later. even has his own little drawer for them.

▸ masochism. the stinging pain of your nails running down his back is utterly euphoric. and don't get him started on how harshly you tug at his hair when he's eating you out- he can cum in his boxers just from that alone.

▸ breast play. massaging at the skin, feeling the plumpness under his fingertips. sucking at your nipples and leaving a trail of kisses down the valley of your breasts. he's obsessed.

▸ edging. leaving you just on the brink of release over and over again, until tears are streaming down your face. he'll let you cum eventually, you just look so pretty this worked up for him.

▸ marking. oh my goddd do not get megumi started on this. he doesn't know why it gets him so worked up- seeing you covered in the hickeys and bite marks that he's left on you- but it does.

▸ cunnilingus. eats you out like a man starved, like he'll never eat you out again. pulling him away from your poor pussy is next to impossible if he's not yet done with his meal.

▸ mutual masturbation. sometimes you both just need to relaxation of release and nothing more. sitting across from each other on the bed, or maybe side by side, listening to the moans of the other as you both touch yourselves.

▸ dacryphilia. like adoptive father like adopted son. seeing your eyes brim with tears from how good he's fucking you drives him crazy.

. *. ⋆ YUJI ITADORI

▸ ass play. we all know he's an ass man i mean come on?! doggy style is his favorite position just because of it. seeing how the fat of your ass moves with every slap of his hips is fucking addicting.

▸ praise kink. tell him how good he's fucking you and how much of a good boy he is pleaseeee!!!!

▸ toys. he didn't realize how much he would love bringing toys into the bedroom until he sees how hard you can cum around him while he holds a vibrator to your clit.

▸ raw sex. he knows it's stupid, fucking you with no protection. you're pussy just feels so good, so warm, he needs to fuck you raw.

▸ face riding. please sit on his face, suffocate him, he doesn't care. it's his favorite position to eat you out.

▸ overstimulation. poor baby doesn't even mean to overstimulate you half of the time- he just has so much stamina, you understand that, right? and seeing you so flushed and fucked out under him has him so horny. just one more round, yeah? you can do that for him, right?

▸ dirty talk. yuji is a yapper and that doesn't stop when he's fucking you. the filth that comes out of his mouth has you wet just thinking about it.

▸ dry humping. the tension, the intimacy, the panting, the friction?? all of it, it's like a drug to him.

[hiimnothere1]

Theres a few ways to deal with brats.

The ego method.

Knew you'd back down. All bark no bite. What are you gonna do about it? Nothing like usual.

You can't do it can you? You're just a dumb pathetic whore like usual. I shouldn't have expected much from a dumb mutt like you.

Gaslighting

You said you would, darling. Yes, you did. Don't you remember? You said you'd spread your legs for me like a good slut earlier.

You clearly must have forgotten then. I don't understand why you don't remember, sweetheart.

Asking politely

Please darling? Be a good girl for me? I promise I'll make you feel so good. Yes, all you have to do is lay down, close your eyes and take it.

No, it's not a trick.

Tricking them. Giving them what they want

No no no, you wanted more right? You want more marks on your thighs showing how many times you've orgasmed don't you?

Whats this? Our 8th time?

What do you mean you're dying? You're perfectly alive and well here.

Why are you grabbing onto me so tight? We haven't even started yet.

Are you gonna keep giving me attitude? That sounded like attitude to me. Guess we'll keep going

Forcing them

You wanted to be a brat so this is what you get. Rope around your wrists, back on your bed. You're about to get fucked up so bad.

Stop fighting it. Youll make this harder for yourself than me.