#not cross tagging that is very much relevant
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autistic spn fans: hey I relate a lot to jacks character and feel really represented as an autistic adult who has the same issues and experiences he has in the show :) here’s why I think he’s autistic and I’m gonna ask the silly actor man if he meant to do that bc he did it so well :)
silly actor man: I think he’s definitely a little bit on the spectrum, most of his traits were just from not being fully human but it’s important that people get to see themselves represented on tv and I like having that connection with you guys :)
the rest of the fandom: yay that’s so cool we love representation that’s so important he gets to be autistic just like his dad we love our autistic nougat child 😝😝😝
autistic spn fans: hey since we all agree that jacks autistic could you guys like dial it back on the baby thing it was cute at first but now that’s like the only content you ever make with jack and it’s kind of irritating and infantilizing
the rest of the fandom for some stupid fucking reason: I mean yea but I just like this better 😋😋 so cute and domestic and destiel family yay 😁 he’s basically a toddler anyways already its not hurting anyone 😜
autistic spn fans: … he literally says he isn’t a child and hates when ppl treat him like one and half of your reasoning for him being a child is just his autistic traits
the rest of this stupid fucking fandom for some stupid fucking reason: anyways i actually think that jack should’ve always been a baby and never ever an adult so that dean and cas can be uwu soft domestic gay dads with him 😝😝
autistic spn fans who related to jack as autistic adults and felt represented by him enough to thank the actor for his portrayal:
#like.#how does one lack so much self awareness and do it so confidently#spn#supernatural#spn fandom#jack kline#autistic jack kline#cw ableism#fandom ableism#supernatural fandom#destiel#domestic destiel#not cross tagging that is very much relevant#spn family#autism representation#autistic characters#autistic coding#baby jack#I love destiel but I’m not really a huge fan of the ant pheromone death spiral mentality y’all have cooked up with it#if you want a domestic destiel baby just make your own fucking character it’s not that hard#toddler jack kline#words cannot express how violent it makes me to see ppl either genuinely believe he’s a child or think that would improve his character#neurotypical moment
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━。゜✿ jily fic recommendations ✿ ゜。━
Because I will never get tired of them, here are some more fic recs. These fics are set in the wizarding world but aren’t necessarily canon complaints.
For reference, anything in italics is an extract from the summaries on ao3.
Never Quite Awake by @sunshinemarauder
“Endings are nothing unfamiliar to Lily Evans; she’s seen the ends of sisterhood, friendship, and innocence, all from miles away. But this is an end unlike any other. An end that was never supposed to happen.”
If to love someone once is to break their heart, to love them twice is to break yours.
Lily falls for James in her seventh year. But the couple are sent onto two diverging paths when a life-shattering altercation halts their burgeoning relationship. Five years later, she's a curse breaker and he is a soldier.
When they meet again, it feels like coming home.
All the angst that comes with a jily second chance romance that takes place during wartime. A fake dating subplot, cursebreaker!Lily, pining!James. What more could you want.
France (country) - a relevant tag
Through The Rain by @bookeatingbean
James and Lily's first kiss, and the story behind it. There's some fluff, some character study, and some good old-fashioned angst.
If you're looking for a character study that shows how they grew up through their school years. This fic shows you that Lily was not a perfect person and James was a bully for the sake of it but he grew to understand that the world does not revolve around him and strives to do better.
Or Lily is stubborn and James is the definition of a ride-or-die
It's been a long time by writtenbyfreckles (on ao3)
It's been ten years since Lily left Hogwarts. She's returned to England to work as a Healer on the "ward of the wacky", only to find home isn't as safe as she thought it was. An attack leaves her locked in a ward with her patients, a bunch of Death Eaters and an Auror she hasn't seen for a long time.
I need more cannon divergence Auror!James and Healer!Lily
The Guide To Becoming A Better Man For Lily Evans by @padfootswhiskers
prompt: I decided to walk outside shirtless (accidentally) but I forgot it's winter and why're you screaming at me like that? And oh gosh, you're very pretty.
lingering days, short-lived nights by letthebookbegin (on ao3)
The summer before seventh year, James is desperately trying to think of anything but Lily, who's burrowed her way into his mind and looks quite comfortable there.
The summer before seventh year, Lily is craving a distraction. Avoiding her sister, she picks an ice cream shop for shelter.
At the end of a long summer day, their paths cross - and the rest, as they say, is history.
Ties That Bind by @charmsandtealeaves
Lily Evans grew up with old wives tales about soul mates, but she'd never put much stock in the idea. Not until after she learned about the world of magic and the fact that soul bonds were a thing that actually existed. Which makes these strange new feelings and experiences that much more difficult to manage.
So I read this a while ago but stupidly forgot to bookmark it and then I spent nearly an hour trying to find it again. Needless to say, I ADORE this fic and you should all go read it. Like, right now. Then come back here to talk to me about it.
Lily Evans Doesn't Believe In I Love You's also by @/ charmsandtealeaves
“Did you hear Lily Evans doesn’t believe in I love you's?”
It wasn’t exactly a secret. But no one knew why, until she decided to share a bottle of fire whiskey in the astronomy tower with James Potter.
Same Lily, same
Meet Me At The River also by @/ charmsandtealeaves
A chance encounter with a misplaced owl leads to a correspondence between pen pals. Lily confides in her mysterious Flea and finds herself falling along the way.
I can't remember if I've recommended this one already, but even if I have I'll rec it again because I love it so much!!
Your Friend, James by @thelighthousestale
It is the summer before their 7th year, and Lily and James spend the entire holiday writing letters to each other as their relationship slowly changes from friends to something more.
Just the ending of this one is everything. James and Sirius are never beating the codependent allegations
Castling by @missgryffin
When they were still very young, Remus Lupin’s dad married Lily Evans’ mum. It changes everything.
Lily and Remus are like the little brother who got bullied and then found friends except he invited them over for the first time and they all act weird because they're mildly terrified of his older sister.
Friends to lovers jily is only rivaled by academic rivals jily.
Just the Two of Us by @arianatwycross
Head Students James and Lily face a perilous twist when a malicious potion surfaces in hate mail directed at Lily. Dumbledore orders a week-long quarantine in the Head Students' suite. With unspoken crushes lingering, the duo navigates close quarters, leading to unexpected revelations, lingering looks and forehead kisses.
silence and patience, pining in anticipation by @kay-elle-cee
Lily’s been hung up on James for years; a tipsy conversation might be the push she needs to do something about it.
DRESS IS A JILY SONG FOREVER AND ALWAYS
The Devil in the Cloak Room by @chiechie97
Getting your heart broken when you’re 17 seems to alter your brain chemistry more than you would think. Which is the precise reason why Lily has no intention of reconnecting with the friends she lost at the end of school.
And besides, she has no chance of knowing anyone at the masked Halloween party her friend drags her to. Especially not the guy in the devil mask. Right?
Usually I rec complete works but this one is so good I had to include it
Deception and other ways to find love by @annasghosts
“I’ll be your fake girlfriend, Potter.” And this is how Lily Evans embarks on the adventure of (fake) dating her former Hogwarts nemesis (and crush, but ssssh, it’s a secret). Will she be able to keep her cool? Will he?
Class of '78 by @emeralddoeadeer
Class of 1978 Five Year Reunion - July 29th, 1983
Now is the time to look upon our shared experience, our similarities must unite us rather than letting our differences divide us. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry invites the Graduating Class of 1978 to return to the castle for a weekend of reconnecting, reminiscing and recreation. We hope the passage of time has been kind to you all and look forward to welcoming you soon.
Professor Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster, Order of Merlin First Class, Grand Sorc, DWiz, X.J sorc, S of Mag Q
It's been five years since graduation, and while many things have changed, some things never will.
James Potter Won't Go Quietly by la_plus_heureuse (on ao3)
Lily Evans remembers plenty about James Potter from Hogwarts. But an assignment from Mojo Magazine to profile the Quidditch star turned activist makes her realize what she remembered was all wrong.
canon divergence staring quidditch player James and journalist Lily
On A Scale of One to Ten (requires an ao3 account) by @petalsinwoodvale
Lily starts falling for an insecure, yet charming auror named James who is recovering from injury in her ward. No one else on staff will sit and talk to him, mostly due to septic skin covering most of his upper torso. Lily, however, finds him charming and funny. Naturally, when James' injuries start healing, he grows more and more handsome. The other healers suddenly take interest in James, romantically ...
foxy by lizpaige (on ao3)
Lily joins the boys at the shrieking shack on a particularly difficult moon in her new animagus form.
Lily & Remus friendship is so special to me
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Kaz and Wylan’s potential to become each other
Wow, you guys were a lot more excited about this than I was expecting! I made a post briefly mentioning this idea and it got way more attention that I was expecting, so as promised here is my explanation and I’ve tagged people who asked for it at the end :)
*WARNING: CONSTANT SPOILERS AHEAD*
Ok so the driving forcing of this comparison is rooted in the similarities of their characters and their backstories. Both of them lost a close family member, were abused by men with power over them, and experienced a form of ‘rebirth’ by nearly drowning in the Ketterdam canals. They also both experience disability; Kaz using a cane for a broken leg that didn’t heal correctly, and Wylan having severe dyslexia that prevented him from learning to read. A key difference that separates them, and arguably is a representation of the difference in the way their experiences have shaped their personalities as well, is that Kaz’s disability is a direct result of his chasing after vengeance, whereas Wylan’s disability was used as an excuse for his father to abuse him for what we as the reader see to be a minimum of eight years. (I’m assuming this because he is 16 in the book and was 8 when his mother ‘died’, which is the point that he describes he father to have “given up on him”)
I’m gonna quickly hop to parallels between Kaz and Pekka Rollins, bare with me I promise it’s relevant, which are quickly established as a key part of the novels. When Inej compares them, Kaz’s reply is “I don’t sell girls, I don’t con helpless kids out of their money” to which she gently responds “look at the floor of the Crow Club, Kaz”. Aside from this being the heartbreaking line that it is, it also does a very good job of highlighting their similarities and a similarity that they share with Jan Van Eck. When they meet the merch at the end of the first book they meet on an island called Vellgeluk, which is described as being popular with smugglers and slavers like those who kidnapped Inej. The other Crows are surprised Van Eck knows about Vellgeluk, but Kaz simply says “maybe he isn’t the upstanding merch he appears to be”. Great subtle foreshadowing for his double cross, and great establishment of the link between these three characters. In fact, Van Eck and Kaz echo each other more than you might think. Just as Kaz states “Greed bows to me, it is my servant and my lever”, Van Eck says “Yes, Chaos will come. And I will be it’s master”. In their first meeting, Van Eck accuses Kaz of murder and gambling with people’s lives, and in return Kaz points out that 1 in 5 of Van Eck’s ships will never return because they will sink or “fall prey to pirates”, so they are both doing the same thing, and that they both have the same motivations for this bloodshed: “profit”.
Now consider how often Wylan echoes Kaz, and therefore whether he echoes his father as well. They both have exceptional memories, Kaz’s being photographic/eidetic and Wylan being able to put words to music in his head to remember pages worth of infomation - this is even emphasised by Kaz being able to count cards when he gambles, saying “he could keep track of the game for up to three decks” and Jesper asking Wylan if he’d be able to apply “that trick to counting cards” to which he replies “probably. But I won’t”. They also both have impressive intellects, which could have placed them far higher up in the world than they’ve found themselves if it weren’t for cruel circumstances - Van Eck even comments on this, saying it angers him that Kaz has so much potential but does nothing with it. Then there’s their tendency to avoid being vulnerable. I think we too often overlook the fact that no-one knows Jan Van Eck hired two men to kill his son, not even Jesper, and that not even Inej knows what happened to Kaz on the Reaper’s Barge. Jesper believes that Wylan left his house as a result of his father’s abuse but that it was still his choice, and Inej has no information beyond “Pekka Rollins killed my brother” and the explanation of the con when Kaz faces off with Rollins in Crooked Kingdom. I genuinely believe that the biggest thing separating them is where they place blame for their situations. Kaz blames Pekka Rollins. Wylan actually blames himself.
Arguably, although he catalysed the events, if Rollins hadn’t conned Kaz and Jordie they still would have suffered in an almost identical way: they would both contract the Queen’s Lady Plague, they wouldn’t have enough money for both medicine and boarding, and Jordie would die. In that scenario Kaz would have still been left penniless and alone with nowhere to go, but he wouldn’t have had anyone to blame. In fact, he may have died as well because it’s really his drive for vengeance that makes him strive for survival. When he’s on the Reaper’s Barge he wonders if it’s worth trying to survive because there’s nothing waiting for him in the city, but then he realises that the chance of revenge is waiting for him, and that thought drives him to stay alive every day that follows. Without Rollins, Kaz probably would have blamed himself for Jordie’s death, and I’m backing that up with the singular moment when he’s first attacked by parem-high tide makers and has a brief “boy’s fear” that they are ghosts. He thinks, for a split second, that a ghost has come to kill him and what does he say? He says “Jordie had come for vengeance at last”. This is chapter three. We have no idea who Jordie is. With the limited information we had at the time and what we’d just seen happen to Big Bolliger, I assumed it was someone in Kaz’s gang that he had backstabbed and who has died because of what he did. But no. This single line leads me to wholeheartedly believe that Kaz blames Rollins, who realistically was only a small part of his suffering, quite so vividly to emotionally avoid blaming himself.
Wylan blames himself until around chapters 14 to 16 of Crooked Kingdom. His experiences with mental, emotional, and physical abuse have actively convinced him that his so-called ‘inadequacies’ caused a change in his father’s behaviour. But Wylan not being able to read didn’t magically turn Van Eck from a lucky family man into someone willing to try “specialists, tonics, beatings, [and] hypnotism” against his child. The fact is that Van Eck, like many abusers, is masterfully manipulative in everything he does. Wylan describes seeing his parents’ marriage as a happy one, but he also says “the argued all the time, sometimes about me. But I remember them laughing a lot too”. He’s quick to defend their relationship as if it isn’t supposed to be marred by argument and he lays blame on himself by suggesting that he was the root of their unhappiness. He also says that around Alys, Jan Van Eck becomes who he once was around Marya; a kinder, gentler man. I don’t think we’re meant to assume that he’s acting any differently with Alys in private right now, but I do think we’re meant to assume that he would have done down the line if he hadn’t been arrested (and presumably she filed for divorce). In chapter 14 of Crooked Kingdom, Wylan learns that his mother is still alive but that his father had her committed and declared insane so he could use it as grounds for divorce and marry Alys instead. And you know what happens? Wylan blames himself. He says, verbatim, to Jesper: “You don’t understand. It’s my fault”. He explains that Van Eck did this so he could have a “real heir”; because Marya produced a “faulty” child he needed a new woman to give him the child he wanted. That’s a messed up thing to think on so many levels, but Wylan doesn’t blame Van Eck because he is still being conditioned by his abuse. He and Kaz experienced different kinds of abuse, and Kaz wasn’t conditioned to blame anyone but his abuser, so that’s what he does. When Wylan does begin to blame Van Eck, he is immediately taken in by this same idea of revenge. Kaz says “you were angry. I needed you righteous” when explaining why he sent Wylan to St Hilde blind in chapter 16. Wylan was angry with his father before, but he wasn’t actively seeking vengeance. Now that he has a cause, someone other than himself to fight for? He tells Kaz “well, now you have me”.
Both of them have this potential to be fuelled by revenge or self-hatred, and although they go about it in different ways and lean towards different sides of the scale they are both balancing between those two extremes for the entire duology. Their past experiences have, and their future experiences could, tip them further either way but right now they are almost playing with the line.
Thank you so much if you’ve bothered to read this far, sorry for the long post but you did ask for an essay, so there you go. Tagging the people who asked - @kazooyay @mikasimaginairyworld @sunseeking-cyptid @moonlit-aura @alexplutoplanet @gandalfsmallnaturals @livsarthaven @goodomenstrack23 @origami-butterfly @flower-biatch @bookworm010307 @thesunniest @wherela @space-ace-thoughts @sixofbabycrows @antisocial-burrito
Sorry if I missed anyone!!!
#grishaverse#leigh bardugo#six of crows#crooked kingdom#kaz brekker#wylan van eck#kanej#wesper#kanej supremacy#wesper my beloved#inej ghafa#jesper fahey#nina zenik#matthias helvar#jan van eck#marya van eck#marya hendriks#wylan hendricks#jesper and wylan#six of crows wylan#kazzle dazzle#kaz rietveld#jordie rietveld#kaz and jordie#pekka rollins
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one piece smau: vacation edition
— strawhats being a cute friend group once again
— male reader, everyone having the tiniest crush on him too but thats only if u swuint (im a very selfindulgent writer sorry)
— also i imagine robin, franky and brook to be older than the rest of hte crew, but not like crazy older. its probably not really relevant, but like mid twenties insead of their thirties and forties LMFAOA the rest of the crew is young twenties
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dni_nami: pre-7hr flight question, how long until we all start killing each other? everyone place your bets
tagged: ._.[name], freeluffy, and princesanji
uso_pp: we barely made it through the airport without losing luffy, so i'm placing my bet on one hour.
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-> dr.law: i'm surprised you even made it through airport security....
-> freeluffy: TOORRAOO YOU SHOULD'VE COME IT WOULDVE BEEN SO FUNNNN!!!
-> dr.law: hard pass. good luck everyone else.
._.[name]: i think it's gonna be fine !!! what's the worst that can happen tbh
-> dni_nami: i could list 100 reasons why this is gonna go bad and all of them involve luffy.
-> robinkills: [name]'s right, i think this trip is going to be very fun !
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freeluffy: [name] rented bikes for us, but he won't let me drive :/
tagged: ._.[name]
SUPERCOLA: good job [name] for saving his life, much appreciated
dni_nami: i'm begging you two to not crash and make the expenses of our trip go up even more
-> princesanji: always thinking logically, nami, this is why i love you so much <333333333333333
roro.zoro: pick up some sake otw back
-> ._.[name]: yesyesyes we all know thats the only reason why you came anyway, i'll pick some up
-> roro.zoro: what. no way. i definitely wanted to be sat on a hours long flight next to luffy and be living in a small apartment with all of my friends who dont know how to speak quietly and wont let me sleep even when its already early morning. what. i am so excited to be here.
-> uso_pp: alright we get it please stop
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robinkills: thank you [name] for winning me the prizes :)
tagged: ._.[name]
._.[name]: anything for you robin <3 aka the person thats keeping all of us sane right now <3
princesanji: HOW DARE THIS BAFFOON STEAL YOU AWAY ROBIN PLEASE LET ME TAKE CARE OF HIM, I WILL MAKE SURE HE NEVER BOTHERS YOU AGAIN
-> uso_pp: when is sanji going to accept the fact that [name] is actually apart of this friend group and that he is also more favored by the women we interact with
-> ._.[name]: dw usopp he only puts on a hard front, he ltr begged me to room with him so he could cuddle w me at night. he's just being shy rn
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freeluffy: [NAME] [NAME] DID YOU GET ME THEONE I WANTED TOO??!?!?! REMEMBER I SHOWED YOU
-> ._.[name]: yes luffy :) we are otw back and i have the one you asked for as well.
-> SUPERCOLA: [name] the absolute goat in dealing with luffy and his absurd requests so the rest of us dont have to
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uso_pp: morning debrief where we all share embarrassing stories, like how [name] almost stripped completely naked drunk last night because an ice spice song was playing on the karaoke.
._.[name]: alright genuinely why the fuck did that have to be the caption you put on the internet for the whole world to see
-> roro.zoro: no dont be embarassed [name] it was funny watching you try and copy her signature pose
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-> dni_nami: don't think about even crossing me in the future, i have a video of the whole thing bby
-> ._.[name]: GOD FORBID A GUY HAS FUN
skullnsoul: i found [name]'s dancing and singing quite endearing
-> ._.[name]: thank you brook :') you're so sweet
-> skullnsoul: yes, although i feel like you're much too old to be wearing underwear with hearts as the print, [name]. i suggest buying new pairs of boxers :)
-> ._.[name]: what the actual fuck
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dni_nami: i really wish you could hear sanji cursing [name] outin this photo
tagged: princesanji and ._.[name]
._.[name]: me when im literally following the instructions that hes telling me and i somehow still get yelled at
-> princesanji: do you even understand hwo cooking meat works? everyone would have gotten salmonella and food poisoning if i didn't teach you how
->._.[name]: yelling is never the answer sanji
-> freeluffy: I THINK [NAME]'S COOKING TASTED REALLY GOOD
uso_pp: they acc cookeedddd tho like our food was so tastyyy
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robinklills: sanji almost shoved [name]'s head into the griller, it was funny
-> ._.[name]: HE WHAT ??!?!?! I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE THAT HE TRIED DOING THA TWHAT THE FUCK
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roro.zoro: [name] told me to post this photo he took.
tagged: princesanji and ._.[name]
dni_nami: awww look all the boys finally getting along
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-> princesanji: i would have much rather been in your presence my queen, i love you so much
-> ._.[name]: sanjii give up the bit for fucks sake
uso_pp: where was me and luffy's inv ??? ig its like that now ....
-> roro.zoro: you guys were playing mermaids in the pool at the apartment and explicitly told us to not interfere with your serious business
-> princesanji: and then you started getting mad at us for invitig you again right before we left
._.[name]: damn zoro u lookin mad fine in this photo shiiiitttt #smash
-> roro.zoro: i need you to make sure your door is locked later tn or else i cant promise you will wake up the next day
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._.[name]: thank u nami for the photos
tagged: dni_nami
._.[name]: btw nami made me post this w that caption so it could "scare away the hoes"
-> dni_nami: im doing them a favor, they just dont know it yet cuz ur fucking insane
-> uso_pp: LMFAOAO
purrrona: can i bite it?
-> ._.[name]: BITE WHAT?????
-> purrrona: so is that a yes or a no?
-> uso_pp: professional dick rider alert !!!!
roro.zoro: why is your thirst trap the first thing i have to see when i open this app
-> ._.[name]: why are you acting like you weren't the first person to like this post???
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portgasace: WHY THE FUCK WAS I NOT INVITED ON THIS TRIP?????
dr.law: id also like to thank nami for the photos
#≡;- ꒰ ° smau series ꒱#one piece smau#one piece imagines#modern one piece#modern au one piece#smau imagines#one piece x reader#one piece x male reader#x male reader#male reader#male reader imagines
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| Little By Little |
Pairing: Furina x Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Selfship Coded, Fem!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Furina, No pronouns for Reader, Reader is a dancer, Love at First Sight, Implied Slow Burn, Fluff, Open Ending, 2.3k words.
A/n: This took a while to write and is very dear to me so please give this some love if you enjoy it <3
Summary: A story in which Furina and Reader meet for the very first time.
Tags: @suyacho @tighnarly @auphelia @themovingcastlez
She watched with bated breath as you danced across the stage, gripping onto the playbill as if holding onto it for survival. Lady Furina had never seen someone such as yourself before, she was truly enamored by you as she watched you sway your arms side to side, and arch your back as you allowed your body to open for the crowd. Throughout the entire show, even the scenes in which you weren’t there, she found herself wanting you to prance your way back onto the stage, regardless of if it were relevant to the story or not.
When the cast all came out for their ovation, Lady Furina scoured the stage to find a singular dancer. A dancer that some would call mediocre at best, but not to Furina. No, Lady Furina made damn sure she picked you out from the long line of cast members to study you and soak in your appearance. And while the audience was cheering for the best of the best, Furina was standing, clapping, and cheering for one surprisingly shy dancer. You almost seemed to hide behind your fellow cast members, as if too afraid to face the crowd. This and many other things Lady Furina had taken note of. If you thought this would distract her from her growing curiosity then you were to soon find yourself very sadly mistaken.
It didn’t take long for you to be ripped from her gaze, disappearing into the crowd with the rest of your cast, but that didn't stop Furina’s curiosity. If anything it only made it worse. She pushed her way through the crowd to look for you but you were long gone. She wondered how she would find you now and when, and as much as she searched high and low for you, you were nowhere to be found. Furina tried to look for you but the night only ended in disappointment. Regardless of how sly and sneaky you were, she was sure your paths would cross once again. They had to, she convinced herself.
One Week Later
It had been quite some time since Furina had last seen you and still her head stirred with thoughts of you. She dreamt of your round cheeks and the way your lips curved into the most beautiful of smiles. Every night she tossed and turned with dreams of you. Lady Furina would dream of the two of you meeting, talking amongst each other, and it only furthered her determination to find you. On the seventh day of the week Furina had propped herself up from her bed and let out a heavy sigh. It wasn’t just frustration and sadness she felt, but hopelessness, too. Earlier in the week she felt excited and hopeful for when the two of you would meet, but now she was beginning to lose all faith in herself.
Today, though, she was determined to find you. First, she needed to clear her mind, so that she would be ready for the coming adventure. There had to be someone who knew where you would be, or at the very least knew your name. So, with one big huff Furina had jumped out of bed and changed into her usual outfit, gathering a basket full of various fruits and cheeses. Lady Furina didn’t always do this, just when she really needed to relax and detach from the world, or at the very least escape the weight of the world on her shoulders. Taking a look at herself in the tall mirror which stood beside her bedroom door, she straightened her back and held her breath, before relaxing her body and exhaling. Then, just like that she swept herself out of the room in one quick motion.
Lady Furina ran through the Court of Fontaine until she had passed every shop and stall and stopped only when she was finally in the outskirts of the city. Once the stone flooring turned into a soft dirt ground Furina stopped abruptly to continue on in a slight jog. Furina progressed onward until the sight of rainbow roses and warm cottages filled her eyes. She wondered how it felt to live a ways outside of town, away from all the piercing gazes and quiet murmurs. Furina pondered how it would feel for her to live a quiet, solitary life. Even though she knew such a thing was completely out of reach, she couldn’t help but let herself daydream just a little bit.
She continued to daydream as she walked along the path, not realizing the clouds had hid the sun and small sprinkles of rain fell from the sky. Walking through the grassy fields she had found herself suddenly forgetting what she had come for in the first place, too caught up in her daydreams to really give a care in the world. Although the daydreams did permeate her brain, there was one thing that did stick— you. You, who danced around the crevices of her brain as if to lure her to wherever you could be. She admittedly had gotten a bit more distracted than she had expected, finding soon that the sun had come out once more, peeking out of the clouds as the rain subsided.
Furina found herself looking onward towards a flower bank, letting out a sigh of relief as she found herself right where she wanted to be. The flowers that stood before her were beautiful and very well taken care of. She studied it not only with her eyes but her hands as well. Taking her fingertips she touched the outside of the rose petal until it brought her up to the tip of its outer folds. It was soft and damp from the previous rainfall. Not to mention that the stem of the rose was firm and wet, a testament to its healthy condition. She had felt the urge to pull it out and take it for herself (not realizing how selfish that would be) when a voice rang through her ears abruptly.
“If you wanted this rose so bad all you had to do was ask, Miss Furina.” The voice spoke playfully but it also wore a hint of warning.
Furina stood up quickly and stumbled backwards, eventually falling onto the ground. She looked at you in pure shock and horror, looking as if she was mere seconds away from crying. That is before you quickly reassured her that you were merely teasing, feeling instantly guilty for maybe taking it a bit too far.
“God, I’m sorry. That was probably a bit much wasn’t it? I’m so sorry.” You reached out a hand for her to grab which she hesitantly took. “Here, let me help you up.”
Furina looked at you in embarrassment before finding herself quickly wrapped up in your pleasant words. The shame and regret she felt had quickly gone away with every twist and turn your voice made. It was as if she was tasting her favorite cake for the very first time, or taking the sweetest sleep she ever could. There was something special about you, something that took her breath away, something familiar, and that’s when it hit her. It was you.
“You’re– You’re that dancer from the show I saw! It’s you!” Furina exclaimed before quickly covering her mouth in slight embarrassment. She probably shouldn’t have cut in the conversations so abruptly but she couldn’t help it. It was you, after all.
You laughed nervously. “I was hoping you wouldn’t notice, but I guess it’s inevitable after all.”
Watching Furina’s eyes you saw how those previously shy and reserved glances now became widened by pure eagerness. There was something about Furina that captivated you just as much as you had with her. And that’s when you decided to do something you hadn’t done in a very long time.
“Would you like to come inside, Lady Furina?” You asked.
She slowly walked up the path to your little home with a soft smile on her face. “Yes, I’d love to. And.. you can just call me Furina.” She replied, a tint of red suddenly blossoming across her face.
“Okay, Furina, come inside.”
Furina followed you inside as she felt a pair of wings sprout from her back from the way you said her name. She’d never loved her name more than she had in that exact moment. She thanked the heavens for naming her as they did, for she never knew such a name would sound so sweet speaking from your tongue.
Following you inside she looked around in awe as every surface was decorated head to toe in all the things you loved. She noticed the various paintings on the wall, the two cats, orange and black, wandering around the house. Her eyes saw the unfinished painting on the dining table, which you had swiftly moved to another very busy part of the house.
“Sorry it’s so cluttered.. I don’t usually have guests over.” You spoke with embarrassment, worried this would turn away your very refined guest, but Furina could care less about the mess.
Furina was just happy to get to spend the afternoon with anyone, much less someone as pleasant as you. “It’s more than alright.” She reassured you. “It’s quite cozy actually, I like it.”
That eased your nerves momentarily as you tried to find something for the both of you to eat and drink, and just as you explained yourself to Furinna she had cut you off mid sentence.
“I have food! If you um.. want to share?” She asked nervously.
It wasn’t until you agreed, relaxing at the table with a sigh, that Furina had relaxed, too. Furina pulled out each article of food until the table was filled with various high quality fruits, crackers, and cheeses.
“It’s not much but…” Furina began to apologize, but you quickly cut her off.
“Not much? This looks positively delicious!” You nearly yelled out your reply as you tried to figure out just what you were going to eat first.
Furina smiled at you as you filled your plate with various foods that she had brought. She was happy that for once someone would truly enjoy the food other than her. You seemed so pleased with your food and Furina was simply enjoying being able to enjoy your company, on top of eating some fine food. Hours had passed by and the two of you had talked of stories about both your lives, asked each other questions, and remarked on how delightful the food was. Time seemed to pass so slowly while in each other's presence, and before you knew it the sun had begun to set and you started to yawn due to your sleepiness.
“Are you tired?” Furina asked. Regretting asking it the moment she had, because why else would you yawn? Of course you were tired!
Your eyes were shut halfway when you stretched out your arms and replied. “Just a little bit, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”
“I think you should rest.” She said softly.
You stood up clumsily. “Here let me help you put it all away first.” You intended on helping Furina pack the remainder of the food away, but she stopped you.
“Keep it. I have plenty at home already.” Furina reassured you, pushing the food into your direction.
With a gentle smile you nodded and assisted her in packing up the remainder of the food, to then put away for yourself. “By the way.. Where is home for you, Furina?” You were already sure of the answer, but you wanted to be positive you weren’t being too confident.
She paused a moment before saying, “In the Court of Fontaine.” There was a moment of silence before you spoke up once again.
“I’ll have to visit sometime and maybe.. I could see you?” You asked, testing the waters for what you really wanted to ask.
“If it’s alright with you, I’d much rather take the trip to visit you out here. If that’s okay with you, of course.”
The both of you looked up, stopping what you were doing to look deep into each other’s eyes. There was so much unsaid that both of you wanted to say, but unfortunately neither of you did. Furina was too proud to ask and you were far too nervous. The both of you began to lean in slowly, ever so slowly, until the both of your lips were mere breaths away from each other. You were just about to touch your lips with hers when you heard something fall from behind you, the both of you looked into the direction of the noise to see one of your cats causing trouble.
“I’m so sorry, he’s such a little trouble maker.” You apologized, regretting the missed opportunity.
“It’s okay, I should get going anyway.” Furina said sadly.
You nodded, gathering and putting away the last of the items before walking Furina outside and down the steps. Furina stopped to turn around and look at you, wondering if she should take the opportunity to kiss you, again. Unfortunately, her confidence had since withered away.
You looked at her with eager eyes. “Will I ever see you again?” You questioned, waiting impatiently for her answer.
Instead of saying a single word, Furina reached for your hand and gently held it in hers as she leaned down and kissed the back of your hand tenderly. She looked up at you as she carefully pulled away. And without saying a single word she smiled and waved at you as she walked down the path of the dirt trail that would lead her back to the city, back to what she was supposed to call home. As she walked home you couldn’t help but watch her until her figure became nothing but a mere memory..
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AIRPORT CLUES. 🕵️♀️ ( i’m labeling it as this instead of actual cpn cause most of these are speculation & imagination. lol. but some of these may be relevant at some point. who knows. )
I personally think these bits don’t hold that much weight, but who am I to judge? I’ve been here for years and there are things that I ignored but turned into big cpns— days, months or years later. so i will just archive it here for safe keeping. lol.
What XZ is doing in Shanghai is still not known. It’s still melons that he will go to film overseas or will he stay in SH to do work cause most of his days are him shooting LOCH. Whatever it is, XZ and his team wants people to know that he is in Shanghai. We know that XZ can go incognito if he wants too, so the fact that he goes out dressed in Tod’s ( coat, shows and bag ) says something. He wants to be seen. He even shared a selfie.
So anyway… let’s start with his jeans…
The way he is wearing wide legged pants, similar to what WYB did during IQIYI scream night. That’s actually the first thing I noticed. 👀👀👀
( a compilation of some of their matching clothes // source )
I read somewhere that this is apparently something trendy nowadays so maybe it’s not just them. But it is nice seeing them wearing something of the same style days from each other. Tho XZ also wore something kinda similar in his GUCCI horseshoe campaign ; maybe it could be inspired from that too?
I see some folks says that some 🍤🍤🍤 were apparently bashing WYB for wearing that kind of jeans @ IQIYI but then XZ shows up in public with the same style. I also don’t see any wardrobe account tagging the jeans. why tho. does no one really know? What if it’s Chanel? LOL! I doubt it.
There is conversation about the difference between their clothes going to the airport. WYB was wearing very light clothing and XZ was bundled up. It’s like him following WYB’s reminder that the weather is cooling down and YBo saying to wear more clothes.
He was also holding a new phone, iphone 15 pro but he is still using a phone case with a card pocket ( this is a very famous cpn. I feel like at this point, most bxgs should know what the cpn is around this phone case ). And this too, idk what is the significance but in case. He’s such an apple fanboy 😂😂😂
Now let’s talk about the selfie.
I didn’t expect him to share it lol. You can say that maybe—
1. He wants to share a selfie to fans cause his airport video and him going to SH went on weibo hot search.
2. Some sort of celebration that he is off filming LOCH for now and he is free ( not really tho cause he still got to work )
A key thing here is it was taken much earlier than it was posted. Which is not really suspicious if you think about it. Not everyone posts selfies in real time. However, it’s a common CPN among turtles that most of the time what we get are leftovers. Meaning they take it for personal use or send it to each other. So this was allegedly taken along with other selfies to report to WYB. This is kinda believable knowing that they were both in BJ together but now XZ has to leave.
My favorite tho is how this selfie kinda echoes WYB’s. You can’t see his face. Thank you for letting us see his eyes tho 🥹🥹🥹
Are you learning from your gremlin boyfriend? 🤣🤣
That’s all for now. I know this post is crossing the line into “making everything into CPN” and I am very aware of that. We will see how relevant these can be in the future. 💛
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SMRPG AU where Smithy wins
OKAY HERE IT GOES-
So hypothetically, let's say Mario, Peach and Bowser just completely vanish after Exor crashes down. Either they straight up died or got isekai'd to Smithy's realm by accident, idk I will let the rest of you figure it out.
Years and years pass, Geno can't really get the Star Pieces without Mario and co. so… Smithy just, straight up takes over Star Road and lets his minions do whatever.
Here's what we thought up-
Smithy: Bowser's Castle was nice, but after learning what the Star Pieces did, Smithy went directly to the source and took over Star Road himself as its new overlord. He built an entire factory around it and over the years, is now known as "he who grants wishes".
Of course, much like the main villain in "Wish" (terrible movie btw), Smithy only grants wishes that he likes. He ignores wishes that are selfless or relevant to one's family, and only grants stuff relative to wealth, gain, or wanting to win.
It's less out of malice and more out of ignorance, really. He doesn't see any value in wanting things that have no material value or glory.
Mack/Claymorton: After ambushing the castle, Mack became the new ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom, but he said the name was stupid and changed it to the Claymore Kingdom.
There are, a lot of parties, almost every week. He's a complete tyrant who threatens and torments the Toads to the point where the Chancellor actually wishes Bowser would come back. If he gets bored? He decides to wage war on another kingdom "for fun".
He's getting an ego about it too, which some joke is just "him compensating for his size".
Bowyer: Honestly no one has any clue what Bowyer does. Some treat him like an actual forest cryptid that haunts the maze because he's been in there so long. People who enter the forest now never come back.
Bowyer doesn't understand the concept of killing anyone really, so it's not like forest intruders are dead. He just thinks it's fun to play "freeze tag but you're frozen for good" with anyone who comes by. Essentially, it's all a hunting game to him.
He probably views all his immobile visitors as trophies more than anything else.
Yaridovich/Speardovich: Eventually, he succeeds in duping someone to fight Jonathan and takes the Star Piece for himself. Smithy grants him his promotion and he is made mayor of Seaside Town, and he is a captain of his own crew of Drill Bits.
Jonathan is none too happy about this and makes beef with Yaridovich every day over what he had done. Jonathan prides himself on being a good fighter, but unfortunately, Yaridovich fights dirty.
Eventially, Yaridovich made a habit out of pirating other incoming ships himself. He wonders if doing this will get more promotion from Smithy, but… Smithy seems to have been ignoring him.
Axem Rangers: After beating up the Czar Dragon, Smithy suggests they take care of Nimbus Land since it's "uncomfortably close for his liking". They immediately make themselves known by exposing Valentina's lies and kicking her out, inadvertently making them heroes.
Axem Red and Pink take a lot of pride in removing Valentina and being adored by residents of Nimbus Land, but Black isn't happy with it at all and wants to go back to causing chaos. Green is neutral about the whole thing.
Axem Yellow meanwhile, managed to turn Dodo to their side simply by calling the large bird a "good boy" and giving him legumes as a treat.
Boomer: He's the shogun of Bowser's Castle, but nothing more. He guards Exor as he always did, and commands Smithy's Army, striking down anyone who dare cross his lord.
However, he isn't exactly happy with his position. He knows not to question Smithy, so he just… remains quiet about it. At the very least, he's humored by Axem Red's new heroic personality.
But he also fears if Red will turn on Smithy since he's so bent on appearing as "hero" for Nimbus Land. Boomer dad moments. :')
Exor & Count Down: Stationary. Exor is happy but Count Down seems bitter he cannot do more, he's kind of stranded and stir crazy.
Cloaker & Domino: They moved out of Smithy's dimension (much to Count Down's further frustration/loneliness) and settled into Marrymore for… obvious reasons.
Smithy doesn't mind so long as they can distribute. Domino quickly took advantage by becoming the most well-known medicine/potion seller in the land, kinda like Fairy Godmother. Excuses to depict Domino in sexy business glasses for my one friend who thirsts for him lmao.
Factory Chief: A second factory was built up in Star Road, that Smithy had taken charge of, so the Chief is now fully in charge of the old one inside of Exor! He's pretty happy about it.
The Director's son (because he has one for some reason?) is also working in the new factory while his father, the Clerk, and the Manager remain in the old one with the Chief. They all seem very happy, but the Director's son wonders if what Smithy is doing is right…
Gunyolk: Not used to having brothers. He was created by the Chief exclusively, and is now being mass produced, but… he liked it when it was only him and "papa".
Hypnosis Priest: She resides in Star Hill, discarding of wishes that Smithy tossed out. Essentially, she turned the entirety of the Mushroom Kingdom into a cult that worships Smithy as their Star Road overlord, with her as the leader of it.
And that's all I got, hi, feel free to throw anymore suggestions!!! :D
#super mario rpg#smrpg#smithy gang#yaridovich#bowyer#claymorton#I will NOT be turning this into a fic#………… unless I am paid /j
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Abundance
incubus!Gojo Satoru x black!fem!reader
Warnings/Content: 18+ only cursing, praise kink, some spit (not spit play), blowjob, toy usage, joint (that isn’t relevant until part 2), deep throat, cum eating (both), dirty talk, pet names (baby, pretty girl), porn with plot
Author’s Note: well fuck. I got sick as hell and it pushed back all of my kinktober work. I’ll still publish them all, they’ll just be coming out in through November. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and let me know if you’d like to be tagged in Part 2
Part 1 | Part 2
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You gnaw on the skin at the edge of your thumb nail nervously as you look at the shoddy, yet well intentioned miniature hut you’ve built with the help of YouTube, 20 minutes of sleep, and the 4 shots of tequila you guzzled to quell your anxieties after said 20 minutes. If we’re being honest, it doesn’t seem like the kind of offering a deity of abundance would really like, but it’s the best you could do, and you cross your fingers and snap a picture, hoping it’ll be enough.
Not even 5 minutes after sending your photo does your phone ping with Shoko’s personalized ringtone.
It’s kinda plain. Put some flowers or something. Or a money tree… duh
You grumble at the message, but still jump up and throw your feet into two mismatched shoes before sneaking out to your apartment courtyard and ripping some of the flowers from the display out front. Crouched down, you check to see if anyone is around again, the jumbo beads on the ends of your braids clatter and nearly erase any semblance of stealth that you have as you rush back into your apartment, not even breathing until your back is flat against your door.
Looking at your cozy one bedroom with fresh eyes, you notice that not only is your hut plain, but it’s also sitting on your coffee table where no sun can reach it. Taking your thumb back into your mouth, you kick off your fuzzy slide and wedge sandal and get to arranging in a way that will hopefully make Shoko proud.
She’s an expert by zero means at all. She really just sent you the first abundance ritual post that popped up on Pinterest after listening to you freak out about how long you and your colleagues have been striking at the office and what are you going to do with only a side hustle and a half? You’re both as knowledgeable as each other when it comes to summoning anything but a free drink at a club, but only one of you thought to check Pinterest and now maybe the other one is looking for some validation because even if it’s shoddy, she worked really hard and would like to hear that she did good.
So though you send the photo of your hut, now preciously decorated with maybe too many flowers and sitting in the sun with only a “Fuck you, she’s pretty 🥹”, Shoko is quick with her reply, knowing exactly what you’re looking for.
Much better, very pretty. You did a pretty good job honestly.
The praise has a smile growing wide on your face, you did do a pretty good job for your first go at it. You stayed up all night and even added a few symbols (sigils? Fuck if you know) to the bottom for good measure. That kind of dedication deserves a reward, so you decide to take yourself out on a date. These have been a hard few weeks and until the deity, fairy, or whoever does it, you will give yourself an abundance. Of love and care that is.
As you return home an hour or two after the sun has set with two handfuls of bags and leftovers from your lunch with Shoko, you feel satisfied, maybe this was the work of your sweet little hut. “Give back to the universe what it gave to you.” You whisper before places a small wet kiss to the smooth, misshapen roof of what you have now decided to call a cottage, potentially thanks to a few dinner mimosas that were not your idea, but we’re happily consumed.
With your day having been lived and the universe having received your thanks, early or otherwise, you drop your clothing and beauty supply bags beside your couch and set your leftovers on the counter to wait for you until after your shower. You let out a long groan of anticipation as you try to undress without the hands currently pushing your braids into your bonnet.
You’re absolutely right to anticipate your shower. The steaming water is loosening knots in your shoulders you didn’t even notice were there. Just as you go to reach for your body wash and wash rag, a shiver runs down your spine and ends as a warm buzz between your legs. The intensity catches you by surprise, almost making you slip out of your bathtub and wiping away your soft intoxication.
Catching yourself quickly, you push your urges down, you have plans for her already; leftovers, specialty ice cream, a rose-petal wrapped joint, and the cute little rose toy you picked up today. It’s nothing fancy, but you figure that your date should end the right way, and you deserve to be wined and dined before putting yourself to sleep as you throughly plan to. It’s hard, let’s not downplay the severity of this arousal, you’re stalled for nearly two entire minutes, fearing any movement right now ruining your plans, but your brain wins and you’re able to finish your shower with major discomfort, but no worries.
Out of your shower and donned in your favorite panties and flirty nightgown, you begin to set up your bedroom for your eventful night, lighting candles and putting your comfort show on the television all of your friends hate that you keep in your room (until they’re all staying over) while your leftovers spin in your microwave. All the while, you can’t get rid of the infuriating itch in your lower belly, demanding attention. “Guess abundance can mean anything.” You mutter as you cut your eyes over to your cottage while removing your food from the microwave.
There’s no one to blame but yourself, you figure as you shut off the rest of the lights in your apartment, and while the abundance isn’t fully working out how you want right now… that doesn’t mean you won’t wake up to a 30 million dollar check in the mail from a secret admirer.
Though you don’t have time to be amused by your thoughts, instead, you’re frozen in your doorway, petrified by the two icy blue eyes glowing in the darkest corner of your room. As your eyes meet, another wave of arousal rushes over you, threatening to knock you off of your feet, but you’ll be damned if you drop your leftovers, opting instead to squeeze your thighs together softly as his mouth cracks open into a wide smile, teeth just as bright as his eyes.
The man begins to approach you, each step feeling like a vibration in your core, and as your mind reels, you figure that he has to be the deity. Granted, now that he’s out of the darkness, he does look good enough to eat - tall and lean, black dress pants running along the incredible length of his legs to gleaming shoes and a white button-up shirt that looks soft enough to wrap your pillow in, just enough buttons open to show the peek of a silver necklace glinting beneath - but you’d be lying if you said you thought a real person could turn you on to this extent. He stops once the cool tips of his shoes rest against your toes, his burning gaze lazily dropping to the soft pink polish on your toes before dragging its way up past the hem of your nightgown to your chest, lingering there as his Cheshire smile grows even wider and his eyes make one final jump to meet yours. “Hey.”
Having him so close to you is an adjustment you don’t know if you’ll ever be able to make as you feel your pussy flutter around nothing. You have no idea what to say in response, and before you can think about it, or simply whimper instead, your mouth moves without your permission, “Are you a fairy?”
The man throws his head back in a boisterous laugh, his lower lip poking out in a mocking pout when he meets your eyes again, “Awe, pretty girl,” A cool thumb caresses your cheek, your body still adjusting to his pressure, “Were you supposed to be summoning a fairy?” Nodding, your shoulder lifts in a halfhearted shrug, “Or a deity. Of um, of abundance.”
He removes his hand from your face and clicks his tongue, not relinquishing his pout as he pulls one of your cottage flowers from his pocket. “And here I thought you were trying to set the mood.” As he maneuvers the flower behind your ear, you realize that you hadn’t even noticed that his pockets were stuffed with all of the flowers you’d set up to welcome… whatever he was. Luckily, he answers your question after plucking the long stem from the flower behind your ear, “My name is Gojo Satoru, and I am the finest incubus you can summon.”
You’re not given much time to process, your confused (and betrayed) gaze still out of your bedroom door and set on the naked cottage as Gojo takes your hand and pulls you towards your bed. He takes a seat on the edge, releasing a hum of delighted satisfaction at the soft bounce, and rests you so you’re standing between his open legs, the tv flickering colors across his face, all paling in comparison to his eyes. “I summoned a demon?” Gojo nods, smile ever present and hand not yet leaving yours, “Can incubi also bring money?”
Gojo chuckles, “You ask a lot of questions don’t you?” He pulls another flower from his pocket and rips the stem off with his teeth before placing behind his own ear, “I’ll answer that one and any others you’re allowed to ask until we’re done, okay?” His okay is punctuated by his hand releasing yours and instead mirroring his other to slowly trail up your legs and beneath your nightgown.
“For starters, you’re gonna call me Satoru tonight, or however much of it you’re able to get out later.” A cheeky smirk as he looks up at you through his frosty lashes makes you want to feel his mouth on you and see if it’s as chilled as the rest of him is, but he’s also a demon, so using your newly mastered skill of beating your desires back until you just barely have control, you nod and clench your thighs again, “Okay, Satoru.” His hands have reached the hem of your panties now, fingers bunching the material until he clasps the entire sides in both hands, “Good! Now, as far as money goes, usually, no, but, if you’re a good girl for me, I just might reconsider.”
If you weren’t already struggling to keep your breath softer than a pant, you’d probably be embarrassed at how your legs quiver at the label, especially when Satoru acknowledges the shake with a groan deep in his chest and the tortuously slow descent of your panties, which he follows with the burial of his nose in the crevice between your thighs over your nightgown. After he finishes a deep breath, he releases your panties to land on the floor and catches his bottom lip between his teeth as he chuckles again. “I’m a demon, not a monster, you’re not in any danger.” The end of the statement is very pointed, Satoru’s eyes serious as he says it, though they soften again when you nod, some of the returned tension in your shoulders dropping with the motion of your head.
Satoru’s icy hands have made their way back up your legs, his fingers digging into your ass as he kneads the fat of it, the crotch of his pants tightening in response, “Last answer, no more questions til we’re done; I don’t care about your neighbors, don’t muffle any of the sounds you make. I know I won’t be, so it’ll be a waste if you try.” While you heard Satoru, your entire body’s attention has been focused on his cock trying to break through the zipper of his pants, and with one more nod, this one much less invested than your prior, you drop to your knees in front of Satoru. He goes to protest, but you offer a silent trade, offering him your leftovers, though he doesn’t take the plate until you pull your lust blown eyes from the growing tent in his pants to meet his own. Once your eyes meet, Satoru laughs, almost giddy, and takes your plate, “Are you repaying me for earlier?”
Your fingers fumble with his pants, your anticipation so high, you can barely function. You have to taste him, and you most definitely have to do it now, besides, Satoru is counting on you to be a good girl for him, “I’m gonna try.” You mutter as you finally get his pants undone. Satoru takes a forkful of leftovers into his mouth, those paralyzing eyes of his focused on you.
Taking a note from Satoru’s book, you slowly, tortuously pull his pants down, your lips leaving wet kisses along his snowy happy trail. Satoru is about to say something else, but you finally get his pants down low enough to see he isn’t wearing any underwear beneath his perfectly tailored pants and lick a path from one side of his pelvis to the other, forcing him to cut off whatever he was going to say with a breathy groan.
The noise makes you impatient, yanking Satoru’s pants just low enough for his cock to come springing up onto his stomach, long veiny, and begging to be touched. Flicking your eyes up to his flushed face, you guide his tip into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and pushing your tongue against the sensitive skin just beneath the head of his cock, a smile constricting your mouth even more when the repeated motion causes Satoru to flop back onto your bed with a long whine.
Taking a deep breath in through your nose while you can, you glide his twitching length over your tongue until the cool, yet angry red tip pushes at the back of your throat. The entirety of Satoru can’t fit into your mouth, the very base of him eluding the warm wet embrace, so to make up for it, you sit up on your knees and extend your tongue to lick what your lips can’t reach, spit pooling into the short shorn hairs you can’t quite bury your nose into. Now Satoru moans, low and lulling, setting your plate beside himself on your bed and tossing his head back. As you lift your mouth from his cock slowly, tongue lazily dragging behind, Satoru’s breaths turn into shallow pants. You can’t remember the last time you wanted to savor something so badly, or the last time you wanted to devour something so grossly it’d be hard to look your mother in the eye. Satoru is using one hand to push his fluffy hair off of his forehead and the other is lying limp over the edge of your bed. His moans and whines have your pussy clenching and dripping, aching for the relief that comes when you slip two of your fingers into your heat.
As the stimulation on your g-spot and the dizzying heat of Satoru’s slack jawed stare make you moan around the head of his cock, you suddenly drop your mouth back down on him until his spongy head makes harsh contact with the back of your throat. The feeling pulls a deep growl from Satoru, the edges of his licked lips curling as you repeat the motion, building a steady pace of slow ascension and burning descent until the sounds of your clattering beads, moans, and squelches of your fingers fidgeting in your pussy are joined by the wet, choked cry forced from your lips every time you make that bruising collision.
“So good, baby. You’re doing so good for me.” Satoru praises you, reaching for something on the small end table beside your bed, sharp blue eyes still trained on you and summoning another wave of arousal over your curling fingers. You moan at the feeling, air in the room growing thick and Satoru sits up now, resting his weight on his left arm as he extends the other to you, revealing your new toy. You still your movements, your aching throat enjoying the reprieve as you gaze up at Satoru, eyebrows scrunched in confusion and your tongue lazily sliding along his twitching length. “I wanna taste you while I fuck your mouth, pretty girl, you can use this.”
You don’t go to move for the toy, not because you don’t want to, of course, but once again, as your eyes flicker from his open hand to his face, his eyes, your body’s actions seem to be incredibly limited, only allowing for your pussy to clench tighter around your fingers and your mouth to release a needy whine around Satoru’s cock. Hissing at the vibration, his expression gets serious, “Take it and use it. Give me your hand.” His demand turns your brain back on and you pull your fingers out of yourself with a loud pop, your wetness dripping onto the floor as you present your sticky fingers to Satoru, your other hand dropping into his own to drunkenly grasp the pink toy.
Satoru is smiling again, pulling another cock muffled whimper from you, “Awe, baby, is that all for me?” He coos, cheeks flushed as he licks at some of the sticky arousal that has dripped down to your wrist. You nod, needy moans and whimpers leaving your mouth more often than breath at the moment, and your heat missing something to grip as Satoru’s eyes roll back into his head as he groans hungrily at the taste of you. When his eyes meet yours again, they’re dark and hazy, almost making his cheeky grin look ravenous, devilish. “You should have told me you tasted so good.” He doesn’t leave any room for response - not that you really could in your state anyway - before his head gestures to your hand, still lying in his, “Use your rose, pretty girl. I want you to cum with me.”
Now that your new toy is turned on and pressed against your clit, Satoru gently grips the back of your neck, his thumb gently stroking the skin behind your ear as he savors the taste of your arousal on your fingers, “Relax your mouth, baby, okay?” This time, Satoru let’s you nod in response before his grip on your neck tightens and he thrusts his hips so he hits the back of your throat again, the sensation making you both moan loudly. He barely pulls back before plunging his cold cock head right back into the increasingly more sensitive spot. Relentless, Satoru keeps his pace, whimpering broken fragments of praises and your name as he sucks and licks at your hand, cleaning you up with a greedy attention to detail that almost makes you wish he was licking into you in tandem with the you making your thighs shake.
Almost. But as Satoru’s thrusts begin to speed up and his licks begin to turn into dragging bites to your palm, you relish in the feeling of having his heavy cock twitch in your warm mouth and his balls gathering and spreading the drool seeping out of your mouth with loud slaps. He’s loud, he’s rough, he’s greedy, and as Gojo Satoru clenches his jaw and interlocks your fingers, begging you to cum with him and telling you how good you feel, you’re sure he’s also absolutely divine. His lidded eyes and slack jaw are enough to have you clenching your thighs and moaning loud and long as your orgasm crashes over you, so strong your vision goes white for a moment.
Satoru lets out a low broken moan as he watches your orgasm rush through you, contorting your face and constricting your mouth around him. His short fingernails are digging temporary crescents into the back of your neck as he holds you down on his cock as far as he can manage, “Eyes up here. Watch what you do to me.” Satoru waits patiently, grinding into your mouth slow and hard until you’re able to lull your eyes back to his.
As soon as you make eye contact, Satoru reaffirms his grip on your neck and begins to piston his hips, making his earlier pace seem geriatric. “Fuck, been so good for me, haven’t you?” Satoru pants out, voice soft and raspy. You hum an acknowledgement around him, a nod barely able to be formed due to Satoru’s rapid thrusting, but your whiny confirmation, the beg for his approval buzzing around his aching cock is all Satoru needs. With his jaw slack to release a loud throaty moan and his snowy eyelashes fluttering, Satoru cums down your throat, warm and so, so filling. As he twitches against your tongue, holding you so far down his length tears slip between your lips and add to the salty flavor of him filling your mouth, Satoru chuckles breathlessly, “That’s right… take it all.”
Satoru doesn’t let his hefty cock slip out of your mouth until you’ve swallowed all of the cum he gave you. Untangling your hands, Satoru pulls you up so you’re straddling his lap and he sets to wiping the tears from your cheeks and sweeping the cum that seeped out of the corners of your mouth up with his thumb. “Open up, pretty girl, you’ve got leftovers.” Satoru coos, the cheeky tone he never abandons for long makes you huff in soft indignation, but the compliment has you moving forward to suck the digit into your mouth, being sure to clean it of Satoru’s salty cum, eyes closing at the flavor and pussy fluttering again.
Opening your mouth to release Satoru’s thumb, you rub yourself against his still stiff member, subconsciously scratching the itch he seems capable of continually causing, “I wanna do that again.” You’re insatiable as you hump your way through your sentence, wanting him so badly you can’t stop yourself from gripping his shirt so tightly your knuckles hurt as you run your clit over his bulbous head, high pitched whimpers falling from your lips at every pass.
You lean in to kiss Satoru and lick the smug grin off of his face, but he moves away, reveling in how your pout after chasing his lips doesn’t result in him meeting you excitedly, tongue startlingly warm and licking a path through your mouth. “No baby,” Satoru flips you effortlessly, standing to slowly discard his clothes as he watches you rub your thighs together, “Now I do my job.” Fully naked, adorned only in the thin, glistening chain and the securely placed flower he set behind his ear earlier, Satoru creeps himself up the bed towards you.
One sloppy kiss after another, Satoru hums his way up your body. As he’s passing by your pussy, Satoru pushes your thighs open and with his tongue flat, he licks one mean stripe up your slit before abandoning your lips entirely and setting to nibbling at your neck. Before you can protest though, Satoru slips one of his long fingers into you, immediately curling to where you’re most sensitive, “You gonna be loud for me while I fuck you full, pretty girl?”
#i-jus-wanna-write-fanfics#black girl insert series#black reader insert#black!fem!reader#kinktober#kinktober 2023#jjk gojo#gojo smut#gojo x reader#gojo x black reader#jjk smut#jjk x reader#gojo saturo#gojo satoru smut#satoru gojo smut
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To make you feel better: please rant about your FAVORITE au and what it is you like about it. Bonus points if you can make the author keysmash in the comments/tags.
Right now? Hard competition between @buggachat's Bakery Enemies AU and @wackus-bonkus-maximus one does not love breathing. Which should not surprise anyone, if you've been on my blog these past few weeks. Though right now I think I'm gonna go with the Bakery Enemies AU, because wackus's AU is still very painful and angsty and it's got a great set-up but I NEED a happy ending to soothe the pain. Sentis go through so much psychological horror in that fic, and I suspect that more's coming up...
Anyway, I absolutely adore the Bakery Enemies AU! I've written five fics for it so far.
Perspective From Another Timeline, because I really wanted to cross over BEAU with canon in some way, and Alya and Nino make everything better.
Swallowing Rings is Bad For Your Health, because I found the concept of what might happen if Marinette HAD actually swallowed the ring to be really funny, and it took only a minor tweak to explore that possibility. Most awkward identity reveal ever!
Greeting the New Dawn, because I wanted to explore some of the remaining angst even after Marinette and Adrien know each other's identities and are reunited properly. I think it's especially relevant now, with its focus on Marinette having nightmares about what could have happened to Adrien, if things had gone a little bit differently. I'm betting that Marinette will have more nightmares in BEAU soon, with feeling guilty about being so convinced, yet again, that Adrien is evil.
Hungover Realizations, because after the sleepover arc, I wanted a funny and adorable reveal to tide me over.
And finally, Forgetting Enemies, Rediscovering Friends, because I've wanted to write an Oblivio-inspired fic for ages.
I just really love BEAU, it's got that dramatic irony that helped attract me to Miraculous in the first place, and I love how clearly you can see Adrien's and Marinette's emotions throughout it.
#ask#miraculous ladybug#bakery enemies au#one does not love breathing#Yeah I'm taking the opportunity for some self promo#ml fanfic
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washing machine heart | part 10
"I know who you pretend I am."
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synopsis: | You're absolutely infatuated with Stan Marsh and have even started dating him! It should be a dream come true, but the truth is, he's only with you to make Wendy Testaburger jealous. To help you work through your emotions, you turn to Kenny McCormick, your best friend.
pairings: | kenny mccormick x fem! reader ; stan marsh x fem! reader ; wendy testaburger x stan marsh
cws: | angst, drug use/drug mentions, explicit language, sexual content, unrequited love, mental health themes / sh, violence
everyone is aged up to be 18+
tag list @c1rice @ayoitsmarie33
It had been about a week since your whole world had come crashing down. Saddened by your recent heartbreak, you were progressively redirecting yourself with other hobbies, such as baking and singing your heart out.
As the sweet melodies of your mother's old iPod filled the air, you couldn't help but wonder how it was still working after all these years. The tunes reverberated through the cozy living room and kitchen, amplified by the trusty stereo that had been a fixture in the house for years. The music was a mix of 80s, 90s, and early 2000s music, which you didn’t mind. As those old songs filled your ears, a wave of nostalgia washed over you, reminding you of the countless hours spent listening to them with your Mother while growing up.
At the moment, "Cruel Summer" by Bananarama was your jam, and every time you cranked up the volume, you sang out the words with all your might, even occasionally restarting the song before it ended. Along with it, you loudly and wildly sang along to some Backstreet Boys. In all honesty, it was enjoyable and, in a strange way, helpful.
As you swayed your hips to the rhythm of the music, you carefully mixed the cheesecake batter. Just as you hit the high note of your favorite song, your phone chimed, interrupting your impromptu kitchen concert. As the familiar chime of your phone echoed through the room, a grin spread across your face. With your bowl still cradled in your arms, you couldn't resist stealing a quick glance at the screen.
It was Wendy's group chat that she asked you to join. You were thrilled as hell.
If anything good had come out of your recent breakup, it was that you had finally made some new friends. Ones that hung out and did girly stuff! Those childhood pursuits you regret not devoting more time to.
For the past few lunchtimes, you've had the privilege of joining their circle, delighting in their juicy gossip, and chiming in with your own relevant contributions. Your heart would flutter with excitement whenever they inquired about you, loving the fact that they valued your presence enough to seek out more information. You felt loved and wanted, and you wanted that sensation forever.
As you perused through your text alerts, your eyes caught a glimpse of Bebe's message announcing a slumber party at her place tonight and… You were invited! A spark ignited in your eyes as you gently placed your bowl of batter on the counter. You then jumped up with a burst of excitement and let out a delightful squeak of joy. Holy crap! You were about to have your very first sleepover! You needed to get ready!
Oh, but first… You needed to finish with your baking. Ah! Maybe you'd want to share some of the baked goods you've created with the group... A rosy hue spread across your cheeks as the idea crossed your mind, making you feel a touch shy. Would that be too much?
As your mind raced with a million different ideas, a sudden knock at your kitchen window jolted you back to reality. As you glanced over, Kenny greeted you with a friendly wave and a silly grin on his face. As your gaze met his, you couldn't help but notice the gap in his smile, and a surge of guilt flooded your heart.
With a friendly wave in return, you hurried to the entrance and swung open the door to welcome him in.
“Hey! What’re you doing here?”
“Just popped over to visit my favorite girl~” With a grin on his face, Kenny hugged you tightly, eliciting a joyful chuckle from your lips.
“Geez you! I gotta finish baking, I have a sleepover I’m going to!” Your eyes twinkled with delight as you spoke with Kenny, beaming a radiant smile his way. He patted your head, but his lips curled up in a little pout.
“You’re always so busy now, Princess. You never have time for me, I’m gonna start getting jealous.”
A playful inflection colored his words, revealing his humorous intent. You gracefully separated yourself from his grasp and headed over to the kitchen counter, resuming your meticulous cheesecake preparations.
“Sorry, Ken! It’s just, it’s been a lot lately and I’m really enjoying my time with them!”
With a grin on his face, Kenny strolled towards the kitchen table and settled himself down, his gaze fixed on you with a gentle warmth.
“I know, babe. I’m glad you’re doing better.”
With a gentle sigh, he leaned forward and let his arms find solace on the sturdy table. His head followed suit, nestling into the comfort of his arms as his unwavering gaze remained fixed on you.
Humming along to the music that filled the air, you gracefully poured the batter into the dish, carefully placing it in the fridge. A contented grin spread across your face as you eagerly awaited the outcome of your no-bake cheesecake after it had been left to chill. With a swift motion, you snatched a muffin from the counter and presented it to Kenny, placing it with care on the table before him.
Then, with an eyebrow lifted, he picked up the muffin and began to snack on it.
“I made it. Is it any good?”
“Tastes good to me. What’d you do? Poison it?” He laughed.
“No… Just wondering if it was good enough for me to bring to the sleepover. Or is that weird?”
“I think they’d like it… Or you could just leave them all for me~”
You shared a grin with Kenny as you both sat at the kitchen table. “I’ll make you your own batch. Oh, that reminds me. You and Karen should come over for dinner soon. My parents still aren’t back and I’m getting pretty lonely here without my lil’ sister around.”
Kenny's face lit up with a bright smile as he gave a nod of approval, savoring the last crumbs of his tasty muffin and playfully licking his fingertips. “Definitely. She’d love that.”
The two of you chatted a little more and listened to music together before he left and you began to get ready for your big slumber party.
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Summoning all your bravery, you knocked on Bebe's door with a resounding thud. You took a long, anticipatory inhale, holding it in as you waited for her to answer. You could hear a commotion inside and suddenly, the door burst open and she stood before you, beaming with a bright smile, inviting you inside to join the rest of the girls.
You set your belongings down and presented your homemade muffins to the group. The girls eagerly snatched them up, their eyes lighting up with excitement as they took their first bites. You couldn't help but feel a sense of relief as you watched them enjoy your baking.
Thank god.
“Wow! You’re really good at baking, [Name]!” Wendy spoke out as she finished her snack and smiled at you.
“Yeah! Damn, we should’ve invited you a long time ago!” A chuckle escaped Bebe's lips, causing the other girls to shoot her a disapproving glance.
Your lips curled up in a shy smile as you nervously tugged at the hem of your sweater.
“I only just started doing it recently. It’s pretty easy. I bet we could all make something together sometime.”
“God you’re cute.” With a mischievous grin, Bebe enveloped you in a warm hug while you all lounged on the carpet. Your cheeks turned a rosy hue involuntarily from the interaction.
“Isn’t she?! I just wanna eat her up.” With a playful twinkle in their eyes, Red and Heidi beckoned you over to join them, leaving poor Bebe behind. As you settled in next to them, their infectious giggles filled the air.
With a smile on her face, Wendy simply shook her head in amusement. “You guys are gonna scare her. [Name], I promise you, they’re not usually this flirty.”
You just giggled, enjoying the attention.
The night flew by. The group indulged in a fun-filled evening of nail painting, hair braiding, and spine-chilling horror flicks. Occasionally snacking on chips and popcorn. It lived up to every expectation you had envisioned. The only missing pieces to complete the picture-perfect scene were a thrilling game of Truth or Dare and a sexy pillow fight, just like the ones you’d see in the movies.
“So.”
As you sat comfortably, Bebe's quick fingers weaved through your hair, creating a beautiful braid while Heidi sat across from you, expertly painting your nails with a vibrant shade of red.
“Have you dated anyone else? Besides Stan?”
All eyes in the room swiveled in your direction, their shared curiosity apparent as they anticipated your response.
“N-No. Stan is the only guy.” Your voice was a mere whisper as if you were sharing a secret that made you blush. You felt a bit inferior in comparison since you were certain that they had all dated multiple people.
“Really? Not even Kenny?” With a gasp, Red eagerly shoveled handfuls of popcorn into her mouth.
“No… Kenny’s just my friend.”
A burst of giggles erupted from Bebe's lips, quickly spreading throughout the rest of the group with contagious laughter.
“Mhm, girl. Sure. We all got a guy who’s just a friend.” She teased.
“Yeah! Like Red and Kevin.” Heidi giggled.
“Yeah?! What about you and Kyle?! Or is it Eric again?” Red let out a playful huff and stuck her tongue out at Heidi, who responded with a dramatic gasp of mock surprise.
“I’m obviously “just friends” with Clyde.” A delicate giggle escaped Bebe's lips, and a rosy tint painted her cheeks as she uttered her words. “And Wendy-” She paused.
A timid smile spread across Wendy's face as she offered a sheepish shrug. “Um… Tolkien is cute.”
You were well aware that the mere mention of Stan's name in your presence was a taboo subject, but you didn't mind it one bit. You were now her friend, regardless of whether she had love for him still. If you had to, you'd do your hardest to suppress your feelings for Stan, for her.
“But for real? You and Kenny have never dated?” With a swift maneuver, Heidi steered the topic away from the potentially uncomfortable subject of your current situation with Stan.
“Nope. I mean, I’ve never really thought about it. Or him, like that… I guess…” You paused, deep in thought, your finger lightly touching your chin.
“Seriously?! He’s totally into you!” Bebe exclaimed, her hand shaking you as she clutched onto your shoulder in astonishment.
“H-He is?”
“Yes!” The group shouted in unison.
Your mind was blown by this unexpected information. The idea of Kenny harboring romantic feelings for you had never crossed your mind. His charming and adorable nature made him naturally inclined to be touchy and flirty with everyone he met. He treated you the same way he treated his other friends. You didn't know what to make of this and were left puzzled.
“But.” You started. “There’s no way. He hasn’t tried anything, and it’s Kenny. I know him!”
“You have so much to learn.” With a wide smile on her face, Wendy chuckled heartily.
At that moment, like fate was just there to fuck with you, there was a tapping on Bebe’s bedroom window.
A sudden burst of laughter filled the air as the girls couldn't contain their excitement. They hushed each other, eager to catch a glimpse of what was happening outside. Red, the brave one, took the lead and cautiously peeked through the curtains. With a fit of giggles, she withdrew and nestled back into the group of girls.
“So… The guys are outside and they’re throwing fucking rocks at the window.”
“Oh my god, if they break the glass I’ll kill them!” Bebe yelled and ran to the window, where she tore open the curtains.
From the ground, Stan's crew and Craig's crew eagerly waved up at Bebe, who stood tall above them. As the other ladies scampered towards the window, you hesitantly trailed behind, cautiously peering out. In an instant, your eyes locked with Kenny's, causing a pink shade to bloom across your cheeks. As you averted your gaze, your eyes caught a glimpse of Stan standing beneath you, and a pang of pain shot through your chest. Shit.
“Hey, you stupid bitches!” The grating tone of Eric's voice reverberated with great force throughout the entire neighborhood.
“Tolkien’s parents aren’t home tonight, we're all gonna hang out there!” With a grin stretching from ear to ear, Clyde's palms cradled his cheeks as he projected his words toward the window.
A burst of joyous giggles escaped Bebe's lips. “We’ll be there! Just give us a few minutes to get ready!”
With a slight tug, she drew the curtain shut and closed the window with a soft click. “Change of plans ladies. We’re gonna go party.”
The unexpected turn your night had taken made your stomach start to flip.
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To August anon 2
Sorry it's taken me so long to reply! I don't know if you'll even see this as I've decided not to risk the backlash of putting it on the main tag, but I hope you do.
[Earlier posts: August anon 1, August anon 2]
I want to curate the discussion a bit now that you've shifted part of the focus on Sara. I don't share your position of liking both her and August for being 'morally dark' people, and I fear it may be a bit jarring to any Sara fans reading this. So I've decided to screenshot your message and put it under the cut instead of replying directly.
We disagree on some fundamental things when it comes to August's and especially Sara's characterisation, and I doubt we're going to reach consensus. But that's okay! I'm just going to explain some parts of my POV below, and then we can agree to disagree. There are also a few areas where we seem to be getting our wires crossed (e.g. what we mean by 'understanding' the consequences) so I want to clear those up.
Most of this rambling essay was written before the S3 trailer came out, so I'm not focusing much on the glimpses we see of them in the trailer. But I am still using the spoiler tags just to be safe.
CW: negative take on Sara (but the anon actually likes her); couple of suicide mentions
Okay so... I'm going to start by clarifying a couple of things:
Understanding vs. understanding
Infantilising vs. taking young age into account
When I talk about August and the consequences, I'm not saying he lacks the intellect or analytical thinking to know/predict them. I'm saying he lacks the empathy and relevant frames of reference to understand them. I think we're just using the word 'understand' to mean different things - maybe internalise, empathise or relate would be a better choice for what I mean by it?
To revisit my previous example, August as an incredibly privileged member of the elite cannot understand i.e. relate to Simon's experience as someone whose ability to make his own reputation and get by on his own merit has been permanently affected by the video. As a very confidently straight man, he also cannot relate to Wille's experience as someone whose non-straight sexuality, a deeply personal and private thing that he wasn't even done figuring out, has suddenly been exposed to the world and potentially even some homophobic hate.
I'm not saying this to infantilise, defend, or excuse August. I'm saying it because to me, it partly explains why it's so easy for him to dismiss the harm to Simon and see his betrayal of Wille as just a matter of loyalty - the only moral code he knows - instead of something that would've been wrong no matter who the victim was. It's a thought pattern that stems from his upbringing and worldview, and it would have to be dismantled for him to feel proper remorse. Which I think would probably take professional help at this point.
(I agree with you that August would be extremely prejudiced against Boris. A glimpse of him googling therapy providers or booking an appointment for after graduation might feel more realistic to me - but I guess it depends on what the writers want to do with him. We already saw very quick progress with Wille in S2 so it's safe to say they can take some liberties.)
I still believe that August will lose his social status in S3, likely towards the end. But it's fair that you don't, and the trailer is certainly edited to support your position. If he retains his status, then you may be right about him remaining the same old asshole! If he does lose it, then my original point about him likely not being resilient enough to cope with the consequences still stands. He is very much the kind of person to whom suicide is the "proud" way out compared to the shame of losing everything.
Now, the age thing.
Respectfully, I think you may be ascribing too much meaning to August and Sara being of age in S2 (note that Sara was still 17 when she made the deal with August in S1). Eighteen is the age of legal adulthood, yes, but it doesn't make them fully grown and mature adults in the (neuro)biological, psychological or social sense.
[This feels like a good point to say that I am not going to try to account for Sara's neurodivergence here. I definitely don't have the insight, so if anything I've written below is in any way inaccurate or offensive to persons with AuDHD, please let me know!!]
Firstly, it's important to note that that the human brain matures gradually and unevenly. The prefrontal cortex i.e. the 'reasoning centre' only matures in the mid-to-late 20s, while parts that handle things like right/wrong, risk/reward, and emotional responses (e.g. the amygdala) mature earlier. This can cause teens and young adults to struggle with things like impulse control, assessing the long-term consequences of their actions, understanding others' emotions, and rational decision-making in situations that trigger a strong emotional response. Reason can get overtaken by emotion on a chemical level; sometimes the young person can't even fully explain afterwards why they did something they rationally knew was wrong all along.
[I don't think August was in a particularly analytical state of mind when he decided to post the video. He was an intelligent but emotionally unstable and empathically challenged 18-year-old who felt like he had nothing left to lose and the only moral code he knew (i.e. loyalty) was obsolete. He was also still stewing in the emotional turmoil of his humiliation and likely stuck in a negative feedback loop. It feels very plausible to me that he could be in a very bad place for a pretty long time and still function enough to plan his revenge (more on the revenge part below).]
Secondly, both August and Sara have also had some pretty traumatic experiences (Sara's bullying, August's dad's suicide, the influence of both their dads while they were still in their lives). These may have impacted their emotional and psychological development in various ways and created some thought patterns. Not to play arm-chair psychologist, but I don't think it's a coincidence August's decision to post the video is related to his family estate and legacy, while Sara's decision to make a deal with August is related to the threat of being sent back to Marieberg.
[This feels particularly relevant for Sara, whose bullying was brutal and long-term enough for her to have to repeat a year. The negative attention on Simon after the video probably seemed less severe in comparison, and also like a 'first incident' (in fact, she might have even felt like Linda was applying a different standard to Simon's ordeal compared to hers by immediately wanting to take them both out of Hillerska).]
[I vehemently disagree with Sara's idea that the damage to Simon was already done and it wouldn't have made a difference whether he knew who was responsible, but I think it matters to some extent that she didn't know the history between Simon and August. To her, the video probably seemed like something that was mostly between August and Wille. That idea was likely reinforced by August consistently dismissing Simon's side of it - and also by Simon seemingly moving on with Marcus and no longer being the talk of the school after Christmas. This kind of rationalisation may have even made Sara feel better about pursuing a relationship with August in S2.]
[I also think Sara probably felt like she had the right to be selfish after everything she'd been through. Simon's support during her bullying wasn't conditional; she didn't feel like she "owed him" any sacrifices. It was clearly Simon's idea to follow Sara to Hillerska, and she may have even felt like he was hovering a bit (I doubt S1E1 was her first time saying she was fine now and he didn't have to be there). Then, Simon started to keep secrets and even see Micke for reasons Sara didn't know, altering the terms of their relationship, while Sara was finally daring to dream of things she'd been denied for so long. Friends, a better future, even romance. To her, it felt extremely unfair to have to give all that up and go back to a school that was a nightmare to her but not to Simon. Especially when her and Simon's lives weren't as intertwined anymore and she finally felt like she was gaining some agency in her own.]
Thirdly (circling back to the point about maturity), it's good to keep in mind that both August and Sara are still in the high-school phase of life. A phase when most people are a bit selfish, and their past and current dramas and dreams for the future are everything to them. They haven't really acquired much experience or long-term perspective yet. So I really don't think we can call them that much more mature in the social sense than, say, Wilhelm and Simon. They are still messy teens living their messy teen lives, shaped by their upbringing and limited life experience, all the while thinking they are basically grown adults.
So am I saying all this to infantilise August and Sara and excuse their actions? I'm sure it sounds that way; hence, not putting this on the main tag.
But the way I see it, to infantilise them would be to say they weren't responsible for their actions or didn't know what they're doing. They are responsible, and they do know. All the factors laid out above (and also in my previous August posts) explain their reasoning and actions to some extent, but they do not excuse them. The fact still remains that they both applied their best judgment and deliberately chose to do the thing that they knew was wrong.
You're right that they took time to consider their decisions in S1, although I don't think we can know for sure exactly how long August takes. The timeline is a mess at that point; he is still at the Palace wearing the same outfit when the others make their statement, and I doubt he could've been there overnight. But he does take several hours in any case, and although he isn't thinking rationally at that point, he still knows what he's doing is wrong. In fact, he does it with the sole intention of hurting others, which makes it all the more reprehensible.
I just want to caution against labelling him as some evil, fundamentally unfeeling mastermind. He's just a very selfish and immature young man with a very warped view of the world, who needs to see some consequences for his own sake as much as his victims'. I think part of the reason we saw him turn so soft with Sara in S2 was to underline that he is capable of empathy and caring; it's just a matter of unlocking those emotions. They haven't exactly been nurtured growing up, so he is only applying them to the people he deems "worthy", instead of all his fellow human beings. That selective empathy is another thing he seriously needs to work on, alongside the lack of accountability.
As for Sara, she takes several days to consider what to do about the video, which makes her betrayal of Simon more severe. But as explained above, it's so much more nuanced than her not caring about him. (Or indeed her being some poor victim who didn't know what she was doing and fell in love with The Devil! Don't get me wrong, August definitely let her believe she was guiding him in a better direction, which may have even pushed some Micke buttons in her subconscious and/or memories of Simon's insistence that everyone deserves a second chance... But she still made her own decisions and is responsible for them.)
It's easy to forget that we do in fact see Sara aware that her actions are wrong even before the end of S2. She looks conflicted/unsure when she and August make out in S1E6, cries when Simon earnestly proclaims "I like you when you are you" and "I'm trying to be your friend again because I need you" after she has just betrayed him, and again looks conflicted when the siblings talk about loving the "wrong person" in S2E5. She did some very selfish things and hid them for much too long, yes, but I believe her regret is genuine. It will take some skilful writing to make her and Simon reconcile in a way that makes sense, doesn't feel rushed or reduce her to an archetype, and doesn't just magic away her leftover feelings for August (as those will probably take some time to clear out). But I do have faith it can be done.
So I think that just about covers what I wanted to say. This isn't a comprehensive essay by any means, and I'm sure it won't go down well with everyone. I also don't expect it to change your mind about these characters, anon, and that's okay!
I mostly just wanted to push back on the notion that Sara and August being 18 means all their bad decisions are now on par with bad decisions taken by fully grown adults and their character development is now set in stone. I highly doubt the show will end with them both proudly standing behind their poor choices - I can certainly see August doing that if he doesn't see any repercussions, but not Sara.
In any case, thank you for taking the time to explain your point of view on these characters, and sorry again for taking so long to respond!
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it's a sin to hate angels - Dongren / Renhyuck au
Summary:
Donghyuck is tired of losing things to Renjun, and maybe it's time for him to take some things for himself, even though it's a sin to hate angels.
Tags:
Corruption, Dirty Talk, Mirror Sex, Bathroom Sex, Butt Slapping, Verbal Humiliation, degradation kink, Humiliation kink, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Bottom Huang Ren Jun, Top Lee Donghyuck | Haechan, Rivals to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Skater Lee Donghyuck | Haechan, Skater Huang Ren Jun, Sub Huang Ren Jun, Dom Lee Donghyuck | Haechan, Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex, Dacryphilia
Donghyuck was frustrated, and as usual, he tried to disguise all his frustration by delivering smiles to all those who spoke to him and said they were sorry for his defeat in that stupid skating championship.
Keeping up a smile, even after losing yet again, became a habit in Donghyuck's life, and even though he had done it several times, it was still just as difficult as the first time.
His frustration stemmed from the fact that he had once again placed second, losing to Renjun for the seventh time that year alone.
During that year, Donghyuck managed to enter only seven championships, and in all of them, Renjun was present, only to ruin Donghyuck's life, and give him a clear message that skating was not his thing.
Before Renjun appeared in his life like a cross that he would carry around, Donghyuck was always first in every competition he entered, and then Renjun appeared, that handsome boy, graceful, and so light in his movements t hat people swear he had wings, –thanks to that, he was nicknamed ‘Angel’.
To people, Renjun was like an angel, but to Donghyuck, Renjun was like a fallen angel, the one they would call a devil, always trying to give him hell and leave him behind, making Donghyuck fall below expectations. Renjun was always there, subduing him and overcoming him by force.
It hurt Donghyuck's ego to see that someone prettier, more talented, and lighter in movement once again putting him down, and for years, Donghyuck wondered when he would be free of Renjun again.
Renjun and Donghyuck met when they were still children, both just ten years old. They frequented the same skating rink in town, and by that time, Renjun was already training to be a national champion.
Donghyuck had been competing since he was six years old, and for a long time he received first place in the championships he participated in, but from the moment he started competing with Renjun, Donghyuck never felt the pleasure of climbing to the top of the podium as he did before, and the wins came only in competitions where Renjun did not participate, which was very rare.
In the next five years, Donghyuck got his glory moments again, sure, but only because Renjun was far too busy being a star.
Renjun was a national champion, he represented his country at the Winter Olympics in 2018, 2019, 2020 and 2021, and since then, Renjun has been the apple of the eye of anyone who was interested in skating.
Renjun started to stand out nationally in 2016; since 2017, he and Donghyuck never competed together again, as Renjun was always abroad participating in championships that would be relevant to his career, while Donghyuck remained in his country participating in competitions only for ''fun''. Fun that he didn't enjoy, but if it made his parents happy, then Donghyuck would keep competing.
For starters, Donghyuck never wanted to be a figure skater, his true dream was to be a hockey player, and being a six-year-old boy with no way to decide things for himself, Donghyuck had to watch his parents choose figure skating as their sport of your life.
As for Renjun, he wasn't much different, but he learned to love skating, and more than that, Renjun became fascinated with skating when he went to his first Olympics. Since that event, he's never left rink skating.
Renjun still had the Olympics on his radar, but that year, he decided he should get some rest, even then his love for skating was so intense that he couldn't help but participate in some competitions that were happening in the country.
There had been seven so far, and soon winter would arrive, bringing more frequent championships that he would participate in without a second thought.
Donghyuck couldn't believe that an Olympic champion was still participating in local competitions, because Renjun had the world in his hands, and could participate in competitions that would really make a difference in his career, but here he was, in a quiet country town, participating in a competition that didn't even have a cash prize. Donghyuck wondered how big Renjun's ego was that the insisted on hearing from everywhere that he was the best, even though he already knew he was the best skater in Asia.
A competition would take place in Russia that same week, and for Donghyuck, it simply didn't make any sense for Renjun to be in the countryside and not in a Russian rink, where he would be training for at least twelve hours a day.
Although Renjun and Donghyuck had grown up together and trained at the same rink for years, they were never really friends, even though they frequented the same places and had some friends in common; after all, it's really hard to have different friends when you grow up in a small town with a precarious amount of boys of the same age.
The thing is: Donghyuck and Renjun spent at least ten hours a day together, but they never got close, never talked, and when they weren't together at the rink, they were together in some other corner of town. The vibe is always the same — cold, without dialogue or crossing glances.
There was a time when Donghyuck tried to understand why he and Renjun never really became close. Donghyuck remembered making some friends while skating, and the same went for his ice hockey colleagues, who although were in a completely different sport from his own, he still managed to make some friends, and even play with them just for fun.
Donghyuck came to understand why after he became an adult, he remembered how Renjun smiled so gracefully to him the day they met, and the other days Renjun started showing up frequently at the rink, and even though Donghyuck wanted to smile back, he was taught that Renjun was not his friend; in fact, he was his enemy, and for a reason that even Donghyuck didn't understand, he needed to harbor negative feelings for the boy nicknamed the Angel, even though Donghyuck always thought it was a great sin to hate angels.
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Donghyuck was alone in the locker room. All the competitors would have already passed by to get their things and leave, but that day, Donghyuck was in no hurry to leave, he was alone and wanted to take advantage of that moment to let his thoughts roar freely In his head. t was just him and his demons, and the fact that his own parents had given up watching his competitions since his fourth loss to Renjun that year contributed to the fact that Donghyuck wasn't in a hurry to leave. He didn't want to see his parents and give him the news that once again he would have lost to Renjun, even though by then they had already received news about their son's performance.
Donghyuck stared at himself in the mirror, feeling like a huge failure, he wasn't good at anything but balancing on two blades inside a skating rink, and not even the one thing he was good at could show his value.
Well, it did for a while, and then Renjun showed up, taking all his false dreams and destroying them, reassuring Donghyuck that he should give up that sport.
Donghyuck tried to tell himself that he shouldn't feel bad about that, he didn't even like being a figure skater, so why did he feel so affected that he was losing to Renjun? He should use this moment as the perfect opportunity to give up skating and go to another sport.
Most of his frustrations came from his parent's disappointment, and the guilt that came with it, even though he knows it's not a good mindset.
With each passing day, Donghyuck lost the capacity for resilience even more, and all this because he needed to fulfill the dreams of people to whom he believed he owed his life.
Donghyuck had lost count of how many times he turned down tryouts for the city hockey team, Mark had called him in for two tryouts that year, and Donghyuck had always told him that this was not the ideal time for him to get out of figure skating, but he would think about it next time.
The fact is that nine months had passed and he did not attend any tryouts for the hockey team, even though he knew that soon he could no longer be accepted on the team due to his age, and it hurt so badly.
Winter was near, Donghyuck already felt the weather differences, and he knew that soon a new test would open for the team, and if they turned down that opportunity again, then he would not have another chance.
Donghyuck played hockey with his friends a hundred times, just for fun, but he was happiest about it, and everyone who watched him said that he really had a knack for that sport, however, every time Donghyuck asked for his parents' permission to switch to hockey, he had to deal with his mother's screams and his father's disapproving words.
Now, Donghyuck was an adult, he no longer needed to follow dreams that didn't belong to him, nor ask someone else's permission to decide something about his own life, he could just abandon that sport whenever he wanted and go on with his own true dreams, even if that would definitely distance him from his parents.
Donghyuck was about to take off his pants to put on his sweatshirt and leave, however, a characteristic sound caught his attention, and something that shouldn't have happened.
Donghyuck was stuck in the middle of the locker room, not knowing what to do, or how to act when the owner of that sound came into the locker room.
The sound was from Renjun's slippers. He had a unique way of dragging the slippers on the ground as he walked, and Donghyuck could identify him from afar just by that sound.
The sound only stopped when he was too close, and then Donghyuck heard a different kind of sound fill the room: the locker door opening.
Donghyuck didn't know what was going on, but he had a feeling things would turn out very differently than they usually did.
Usually, Renjun would go into the locker room, get his things, say goodbye without actually waiting for an answer, not that Donghyuck ever really answered, and then Renjun would walk out the door.
Now Renjun was locking the door behind him, and Donghyuck had no idea what to expect from that.
Things with Renjun were easier when he knew what he was going to deal with, but now, he felt like a fragile little boy who would have lost his parents, and then the landscape around him turned into a dark and frightening forest, and a hungry wolf would have appeared, ready to devour him, but in reality, Donghyuck was still in the locker room, the hungry wolf was Renjun, a harmless angel unable to harm a bug. Donghyuck could easily get out of that situation, he would just have to finish changing his clothes, get his bag, and leave that place without a care in the world, but he couldn't, he just couldn't.
''Congratulations on your performance today.'' Renjun was leaning against the door, watching the muscles of Donghyuck's broad, handsome back move as he fumbled in his bag.
''Congratulations on the first place.'' Donghyuck muttered.
''I won't accept it, because it wasn't honest.'' Renjun crossed his arms, trying to look somewhere other than Donghyuck's body, as Donghyuck started watching him through the mirror.
Donghyuck gave a sarcastic laugh, going back to digging for a shirt in his bag and cursing himself for not having sorted his clothes properly when he left the hotel for that competition.
''You're frustrated.'' Renjun says.
''And did you figure that out yourself, or did you need someone's help?'' Donghyuck wasn't rude, just curt, and even if he wasn't rude, it still bothered Renjun.
''Actually, I needed your coach's help. He's the one who told me you were frustrated, and if he didn't tell me I would have never noticed since you hide it so well from everyone.''
''You talking to my trainer? Are you also going to steal him from me like you did everything else?''
Renjun rolled his eyes, tired in anticipation of the nasty conversation.
''You say I've taken everything from you, even though in reality, you hate figure skating. Stop hating me, I never meant to take anything from you. Competitions are like that, someone will win, someone will lose, and I only took your first place, not your life. I didn't win because I'm special, it’s because I'm a national champion, so no matter what I do, they'll always give me first place.''
''You sure don't look sad about moving up.''
''What should I do? Cry, lament and refuse? Just like you, I also know how to hide my emotions very well, and the fact that I have my best smile on in the midst of those people doesn't cancel out my dissatisfaction with winning first place, when even I thought I had better people than me in this competition.''
''If you were so dissatisfied with first place, you could just not show up at the championship, you could have stayed home, and that would save everyone the stress!''
Renjun had an answer for that, he could say it was his right to compete, say he had the right to have fun participating in championships related to the sport he loved, and say that the problem was not him, but Donghyuck, even though Renjun himself agreed that there were competitors more skilled than he was, and Donghyuck was one of those competitors, But it’s not worth arguing. Donghyuck was hurt by everything that had happened that year, it was not fair to provoke him, it was almost cowardly to trample on a person who was doing his best to succeed in a sport that he practiced out of obligation, but that would always end second, even if the winner found ways to sabotage their own performance to the point of not even reaching third place.
''About your trainer, yes, I'm considering taking him from you, but only when you decide to stop skating.'' Renjun was honest.
''You're in luck, because it will happen soon.''
''He told me that you were considering giving up skating.'' Renjun muttered, knowing this was a sensitive topic and one that he shouldn't be talking about.
Donghyuck stopped whatever he was doing, to turn to Renjun and confront him.
''Renjun, what exactly did you come here to do? If you're going to ask about my future in sports, give it up, I won't talk to you about it, we're not friends!''
The tone was rude, and it hurt .
Renjun felt his eyes tremble, and a very bad feeling inside his chest overcame him, as if his heart had been shaken. He didn't understand why he felt so hurt by the way Donghyuck spoke to him, so he just took a breath and decided to say what he was really doing there.
"I just came to let you know that next week there will be a party at a club in our city to gather all the skaters there for a reunion, and it would be nice if you went too." He muttered, his head down, without the courage to look into Donghyuck's eyes.
''And since when did I miss any of those stupid parties?''
Donghyuck always attended the skating-related parties, even the parties that Renjun's parents threw, but Donghyuck always attended, with a smile on his face and squandering all the education he'd received from his parents, even though he must have hated Renjun and his family.
''So I'll see you there.''
Renjun smiled small, with his feelings still messed up and with a strong urge to cry, unlocking the door behind him and leaving the locker room without looking at Donghyuck. He didn't want to hear from him anymore–in such a short time of conversation, he left that locker room full of complexes and hating himself for going to talk to Donghyuck.
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Usually parties to gather skaters in the city were always humble, and the only extravagant parties came from Renjun's parents, who, three times a year, threw a party in order to show off their own son's glories and show off their social ties.
Donghyuck never missed any of those parties, and not because he liked to attend them, but because his parents forced him to go; after all, important people always showed up, and in the end, those parties ended up bringing great opportunities for some skaters, who could get from new coaches, to sponsorships to start a more promising career in figure skating.
For some reason, this year's party looked different, it wasn't just skaters, it had a lot of people Renjun and Donghyuck's age who he didn’t recognize from any sports.
There was no sign of any older adults or even anyone who was very relevant in skating, this looked like a good old-fashioned party with young people who were up to spend the night drinking and dancing.
Donghyuck entered the party, looking around for a familiar face, and then Jeno and Mark appeared in front of him, excited to see him again after three weeks of Donghyuck traveling to participate in figure skating competitions.
''Long time no see.'' Mark pulled Donghyuck into a tight hug.
''What are you doing here? I thought it was a party for skaters only.''
''Renjun is celebrating his birthday.'' Jeno replied, handing Donghyuck a drink.
''Wasn't it in March?'' Donghyuck knew that Renjun's birthday was in March because Jeno was exactly one month younger than Renjun, and when Jeno found out about it, he made sure to spread all over town that he and the boy angel were exactly one month apart.
''This year he didn't have a party, so he decided to have one now.'' Mark explained.
Donghyuck had been invited to some of Renjun's birthday parties as a child, but after his parents turned down the invitations for five years in a row, Renjun's parents never sent Donghyuck an invite again, so it was a surprise for him to be at a birthday party himself.
At that moment, Donghyuck remembered the things his parents told him every time they threw an invite in the trash, they said that they weren't friends, that Donghyuck shouldn't waste time with those parties even if all the kids in the small town would attend.
While they were having fun, Donghyuck spent hours stuck in the rink focusing on intensive training, which in the end, never got him anywhere.
Donghyuck didn't become an Olympic athlete, he didn't even compete abroad, and reflecting on his countless hours of training that got him nowhere, Donghyuck couldn't help but feel angry at his parents.
''He didn't tell me he would be celebrating his birthday.'' Donghyuck muttered, except that even with the loud music, Jeno could hear him.
''Because he knew you wouldn't come.''
Donghyuck sometimes forgot that Renjun and Jeno were friends, and that Jeno knew about the complicated relationship that Donghyuck and Renjun had.
''What did he tell you?'' Donghyuck was curious, and knew he could trust Jeno to break Renjun's secrecy.
''Only that you were rude to him in the locker room, so he preferred to say it was a party for skaters, because that's the only way you'd come.''
That wasn't true, but it wasn't a lie either.
Donghyuck was no longer under his parents' possession, now he made his own decisions, and stopping by Renjun's birthday party just to wish him a happy birthday would probably be something he would do.
Deep down, Donghyuck always wanted to go to Renjun's birthday party, so he would go anyway.
''Sit down with us, our friends are all at a table.'' Mark asked.
''I'll be right there, wait for me.''
Mark and Jeno nodded and walked away when they noticed that Renjun was picking his way through the room to welcome Donghyuck to his party.
''You came.'' Renjun smiled at Donghyuck. Donghyuck wanted to return the smile too.
''This doesn't sound like a party to get all the skaters in town together.''
''Well, now all the skaters in town are here, just missing you, so technically , it's a party with all the skaters in our town.' ' Renjun laughed, and Donghyuck followed suit.
''You could have told me it was a birthday party, I would have brought a gift.''
''It's okay, your presence is enough.''
''Happy birthday, Renjun.''
And then Donghyuck smiled at Renjun, making his face light up with happiness as he received the smile he had been waiting for.
''Thanks.''
''And I'm sorry about last week, it was a rough time.''
''It's okay. Make yourself comfortable, and have fun.'' Renjun smiled once more, ready to step out of Donghyuck's line of sight, but Donghyuck was quicker to grab his arm.
''Thanks for the invite, it means a lot to me.''
''Thanks for coming.''
Renjun’s smile never faded, taking his arm loose and finally stepping out of Donghyuck's field of vision.
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Donghyuck was having fun, he really was having fun, even though he spent the last hour sitting in a chair with the same drink he got when he arrived at the party, and listening to his friends talk about themselves.
For many, he would be living the worst moment of his life, but it was what gave him the feeling of being at home, being surrounded by his friends, the people he grew up with, and that he missed a lot when he needed to go weeks traveling to compete.
Donghyuck was really happy to be there, and even happier to be at Renjun's birthday party.
Donghyuck excused himself to his friends, he needed to go to the bathroom, and as he walked, he had the feeling that he was being watched.
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When Donghyuck left the stall door, he was startled by the presence of Renjun standing at the door, just watching him without saying anything.
The music outside was too loud, so he didn't hear when Renjun entered.
''You scared me.'' Donghyuck said, turning on the faucet to wash his hands and watching Renjun in the mirror, who hadn't said a word to him from the moment Donghyuck left the bathroom stall.
When Donghyuck finished drying his hands, he turned to Renjun, who once again locked the door behind him.
The first time that happened, things didn't end well between them, but this time, things took a completely different turn.
Renjun took one, two, three steps towards Donghyuck, and in the fourth, he rested one hand on Donghyuck's shoulder, pulling him down so that their faces were at the same height, and then Renjun brought his other hand to Donghyuck's neck, pulling him into a kiss that would change the lives of the two boys.
The kiss started out calmly, Donghyuck was still taking in what was happening, and when he understood, he encircled Renjun's waist with one arm, while the other hand went to Renjun's ass, squeezing it so hard that it made Renjun let a moan escape his lips.
The kiss was sweet, a result of the drink Renjun had taken before entering the bathroom. It was sweet and warm, and Donghyuck could become addicted to it.
It was easy for Donghyuck to lift Renjun up and sit him on the bathroom sink wide enough to accommodate the boy sitting on it.
Donghyuck lowered his kisses to Renjun's neck, and without thinking that after that they would have a party to return to, he began to give light sucks on that region that was previously immaculate, but now began to take on a reddish hue, something that would make Renjun pass. hours in front of the mirror admiring.
Renjun's hands were already under Donghyuck's shirt–Renjun always wondered what his body would look like, and the last time they met in the locker room, he could analyze Donghyuck shirtless, so handsome and so well proportioned, the ideal type for Renjun, and now, he could finally touch the body he'd wanted for so long.
Donghyuck kissed Renjun's mouth again, this time the kiss was more aggressive, more needy, as if he needed it to live.
The discomfort in Renjun's pants was evident, every second near Donghyuck turned him into a mess. Renjun himself never understood that devotion he had for Donghyuck, he only knew that he admired him, that he liked him, and that Donghyuck was always there in his wettest dreams.
Maybe it was just a physical attraction, Renjun couldn't say for sure, he just knew that Donghyuck was always etched in his thoughts, and maybe that was why Renjun insisted on competing with Donghyuck even after he became a national champion, because watching him wasn't enough, Renjun needed a solid reason to be in the same spot as Donghyuck, and as much as he hated himself for always taking first place, he still had a great desire to be with Donghyuck.
"You're a damn cross I have to carry everywhere, and even on a night where I was supposed to have peace, you showed up to destroy everything." Donghyuck whispered in Renjun's ear, then bit into the conch, something that would have sent currents of arousal to Renjun's cock.
"You don't seem bothered by it." Renjun countered, propelling his body forward, only to generate friction between his hips, something that made Donghyuck even more aroused. He wanted to rip Renjun's clothes off and make him beg for his cock.
Donghyuck brought his hand up to Renjun's hair, circling his fingers around the back of his head, and when his fingers were securely fastened, he pulled Renjun's hair, causing the boy's head to fall back.
"Of course I'm not bothered, and that's because I'm going to destroy you tonight, to prove to myself that I have some power over you, and that I can also subdue you in something, and just as I lose things for you, you'll have to lose something for me too, and I want your sanity. We're still dressed and you look so horny, need a dick stuffed up your ass, my dick, you're like a bitch in heat, all messy, without the balls to ask, but you haven’t stopped teasing since the moment I got here. What would people think of you if they saw you like that? Such a pure and innocent little angel, but behind closed doors transforms, becoming a whore, a bitch so dirty, a bitch in heat, able to come just because she got a few kisses. You're so needy, Junnie. A dick needy little bitch"
Every word from Donghyuck hit Renjun hard, making his dick harder and harder, leaking pre-cum just because Donghyuck said the right words. Renjun wanted to cry with excitement, it felt so good to be treated badly by Donghyuck.
Renjun liked the humiliation, being reduced to nothing, because it made him more and more excited, but not just anyone could do that to him, it was just Donghyuck, Renjun didn't feel uncomfortable being subjugated by Donghyuck, in fact, he had always wanted that moment, and now it was happening.
"I don't give a damn what people think of me, this is just about you and me, so show that you really can subdue me, show that you can really hold some power over me, I believe in actions more than words. And yes, I'm a bitch, a dirty bitch, a dick-starved bitch, and what are you gonna do about it? Are you gonna give me what I want, or just throw words to the wind? Attitude, Donghyuck, this bitch here needs more attitude."
Feeling challenged, Donghyuck took Renjun from the sink, turning him to face the mirror and staring at him through the reflection.
"Don't you dare look away from yourself, you will see yourself, you have to see what a bad bitch you are. Just watch, I will destroy you, and even the destroyed you will become dependent on me, because I will make you so dependent on me, that no one will ever be able to satisfy you." Donghyuck spoke, seeing the boy's smile through the mirror.
Without delicacy, Donghyuck unzipped Renjun's pants, pulling them down with his underwear, and when the clothes were caught around his ankle, Renjun kicked them away.
Donghyuck didn't have to be rude, it wasn't meant to hurt, and he didn't even intend to do that to Renjun, he didn't believe sex had to be painful, that wasn't his thing, quite the contrary, it was supposed to be so good to the point of make Renjun dependent on himself, and not because Donghyuck hated him and would really like to have him in the palm of his hand and then reject him and hurt his feelings. Donghyuck wanted Renjun to become dependent on him so that he would come back, because that's what Donghyuck wanted, for Renjun to come back to himself, because among so many feelings that Donghyuck had for Renjun, there was a very specific one that Donghyuck hid from even himself.
That sex had to be unforgettable, the best fuck of Renjun's life, because Renjun had to come back to him, to his arms, to his kisses, and Donghyuck knew that after that he would have to have Renjun in his hands once more, because the moment they actually started fuck instead , not only would Renjun become dependent on it, Donghyuck would be in the same situation as Renjun, he would also become dependent, reliant on Renjun, and there would be no going back.
Carefully, Donghyuck lifted one of Renjun's legs, supporting it over the sink, and Renjun did the same with his hands, splaying them over the cold surface so he had some balance.
Donghyuck studied Renjun's ass, so beautiful, soft, round and firm, and no wonder he looked so good in the pants he wore to the performances.
Renjun's cheeks were flushed, he felt so open, so exposed, and the fact that his hole was pulsing with the need to have a cock buried inside him was what made him the most ashamed.
''You really need my cock, look at you, throbbing like a bitch.''
''Fuck me.''
"That's the point. Have you ever been eaten out before ?" Donghyuck asked, looking at Renjun through the mirror.
Renjun just shook his head, too embarrassed to say anything other than swearing at Donghyuck.
''Today is your lucky day, baby.''
Donghyuck didn't wait for an answer, he just knelt on the floor, separating the cheeks of Renjun's ass, feeling dizzy at the sight. He squeezed Renjun's ass one more time, spreading a few kisses along his cheeks, then kissing Renjun's hole, and without a second thought, he ran his tongue over the tiny pulsating hole, shuddering as he felt the pulse on his tongue.
''Fuck''
Renjun felt his whole body shudder, almost collapsing as he felt the wetness of Donghyuck's tongue. It felt so good, his eyes rolled back in his head, Donghyuck had just started, and Renjun already felt weak.
Every sound that came out of Renjun's mouth fueled Donghyuck's ego , he was delirious at the sensation, and he knew Renjun just needed a few more stimulations to come.
As Renjun's hole began to clench harder, Donghyuck pressed his tongue harder, and the feeling of being nudged was what brought Renjun closer to his peak.
The loud music outside was what made Renjun comfortable to moan out loud, like the bitch he wanted to be, so he would be fucked so deftly that he wouldn't step foot for at least a whole week on the rink.
Every time Donghyuck's tongue entered him, Renjun felt like he was being thrown to heaven and dragged to hell in a split second, it felt so good that it should be a crime, a crime Renjun would commit as many times as necessary just for fun, and every second they spent on it, Renjun understood that the adoration he felt for Donghyuck made sense
Renjun would shove his ass against Donghyuck's mouth, and every time he did, Donghyuck would grip his waist tightly enough to brand it, just to keep him pinned in place, but Renjun would keep doing it, because having his waist marked by Donghyuck's pretty fingers was the perfect stimulus.
Donghyuck started to fuck Renjun with his tongue, but it wasn't enough anymore and that's when he got the idea of circling his fingers in Donghyuck's hair to press his ass hard against his face, Donghyuck took it, if it was something Renjun wanted to do, then he'd let him, because Renjun's first time would have to be perfect.
Renjun pressed his ass hard against Donghyuck's face, moaning louder, more needy, his body trembling even more, and leaking so much pre-cum from Renjun's cock that his belly and thighs were already wet. The drips tickled Renjun's inner thighs, but he didn't give a damn.
It was then he let out a high-pitched groan– he was very close to orgasm. Donghyuck immediately pulled his face away and stood up, slipping a finger inside. The slipperiness made it easy.
Donghyuck started fucking him with his finger, going so deep it didn't take long to reach Renjun's prostate, and when Donghyuck's finger started poking that area, Renjun came.
The pleasure was so intense, tears started to gather in his eyes, starting to trickle down Renjun's flushed cheeks as he still let beautiful sounds come out of his mouth.
His body was so shaky, so sensitive, so Donghyuck leaned against Renjun's back, bringing his hand up to Renjun's face to dry the last tear falling from his eyes, then kissing him.
Donghyuck smiled as he broke the kiss. Renjun was amazing.
''Look at you, you crybaby.''
''You should go back to shutting your mouth the fuck up on my ass.''
''You've barely come back from destruction and you're answering again? You need to have good manners, and understand that being a national champion doesn't make you special to the point where you talk as you please or have everything when you want it.'' Donghyuck whispered in Renjun's ear, each word making his body shiver against his touches.
''So teach me manners, because I've grown used to having whatever I want the moment I want it, and that's why you're here.''
And once again, Donghyuck felt challenged.
Renjun needed to learn that defying Donghyuck would bring him to ruin, but maybe if he knew that, he would defy him even more.
''The first lesson is to learn to say please, I'll only let you come a second time when you learn to ask for it nicely, and I don't guarantee that I'll give you what you want the first time you ask. Life is full of frustrations, and sometimes, we have to beg until we get what we want.''
Renjun was fucked, he knew he was fucked up, because Donghyuck made it very clear that he wouldn't go easy on him. The first orgasm had been magnificent, but Donghyuck still needed to fuck him, and if just being eaten out would have been so glorious, then having Donghyuck's cock buried inside him could be even more mind-shattering , and Renjun was keen to have that orgasm.
''Can I at least suck you off?'' Renjun asked.
''Of course you can, as long as you gulp it all down, like my cum is your last meal.''
Renjun's eyes darkened, although Donghyuck believed he was getting the upper hand at the moment, it was Renjun who was really getting lucky. Sucking on Donghyuck was something he wanted the day he saw him hard after he left a gig…
It was 2018, Renjun's hormones were running high, he had recently had his first sexual experience, and anything that involved a male body was enough to give Renjun an erection. After seeing Donghyuck leave the rink With his hands in front of his lap to cover an erection that had sprung from adrenaline, Renjun felt his own cock prick, and his hole tightened around nothing.
Renjun kneels on the cold floor, opening Donghyuck's belt as if his life depended on it, and seeing Donghyuck's cock so hard and heavy, he felt his own mouth water.
Donghyuck's cock was beautiful, the head swollen, red, almost purple, and the perfect size.
Unceremoniously, Renjun stuffed all of Donghyuck's cock in his mouth, he wasn’t gentle, not even to play games, he just wanted that cock in his mouth as soon as possible.
Renjun was good at it. Donghyuck's eyes rolled back in his head, and he didn't mind coming so fast, he was in the mood for at least three orgasms in a row. Donghyuck began to hold Renjun's hair to control.
Renjun looked into his eyes without any shame, and his gaze seemed to invite Donghyuck to a new challenge.
He came, and Renjun swallowed it all letting a little cum trickle from the corners of his lips.
Donghyuck gently took what was coming from the corners of Renjun's mouth with his thumb, pushing it back into his mouth, and now every drop was running down his throat, nothing out of place, and yet Renjun's gaze seemed to beg for more.
''Go back to your position.'' Donghyuck ordered.
''If you don't want to make a mess, there's a condom in my pants pocket. Honestly, I'd rather feel full, and then feel the sperm run down my legs, but that's up to you.'' Renjun warned, returning to his previous position, with one leg propped up on the sink, completely exposed to Donghyuck, and ready to receive his cock inside him.
''You're so dirty, Renjun.''
''I know you like it.''
Donghyuck accepted Renjun's offer to fuck him without a condom, so he started pumping his own cock a few times until he was hard again, then lined up his cock against Renjun's hole, holding him gently by the waist ready to begin what had to be done, but first, he would play around with it a little, running his head lightly through the hole, sending shivers all over his body. Renjun's body, which was trying to push his hips against Donghyuck, but was held tightly by his waist.
Donghyuck was the devil, and he was amused every time Renjun's hole twitched in rage at not having a cock buried inside it.
Renjun once again pushed his ass against Donghyuck, held once more in place, but this time, Donghyuck slapped his ass hard, causing a loud groan to escape Renjun's mouth.
''Son of a bitch.'' Renjun swore, squeezing his eyes shut to try to focus away from the pain.
''The second lesson in good manners is learning to be patient. Every time you try to anticipate something, I'll punish you.''
''It's not like slaps teaches anyone anything.''
''But here, slaps works, so be a good boy if you don't want to leave here with your ass red from being spanked.''
''Go to hell.''
Renjun felt another slap sting his skin, his back arching, and the air caught in his throat.
Renjun caught his breath, understanding how things would be with Donghyuck, and although he had a pride to preserve, he knew he would have to undress him if he wanted to finally be fucked by Donghyuck.
''Can you please get on with it?'' Renjun asked, anger evident in his voice.
''With what?''
''Stick your fucking dick up my ass!''
And then another slap hit Renjun, who once again felt his back arch, the air caught in his throat, and a burning sensation in his ass cheeks.
''The swear word.''
''I'm sorry.''
''Ask nicely, I know you can do it.''
Renjun has too much pride to be swallowed all at once, so Renjun needs to take small doses down his throat, and that means he will have to apologize, say please, and be kind with words all the time, when in reality, the only thing he wanted was to have the dick. of Donghyuck inside him.
He didn't take the time to suck Donghyuck's dick, so why did Donghyuck have to take so long?
''Please Donghyuck, fuck me, I want your dick inside me, I want to feel you all over, I just want to be fucked like I've never been in my life, and I know that only you can do it for me, so why please, fuck me, fuck me like I'm a bitch in heat, like a whore, your whore , a little whore in need of your dick.''
Donghyuck shuddered at that, because hearing Renjun begging for something only he had, was something that boosted his ego sky-high, and Donghyuck couldn't deny that request from Renjun, not when Renjun's expression was one of despair.
Donghyuck pressed his head against the hole, watching it slide in easily, and then Renjun's hole contracted hard against his head, and Donghyuck pulled it out, then pressed it again against Renjun's hole, and then Donghyuck slowly slid his cock inside, and in the mirror, he could see the delight in Renjun's expression.
That was a relief, Renjun was finally starting to feel satisfied and happy to finally have something he wanted.
Donghyuck stood still for a moment until Renjun got used to it, and when Renjun gave Donghyuck a light jab to let him know he was okay, Donghyuck finally started moving.
At first, it was slow, so soft, Donghyuck was so gentle, so affectionate, he distributed a few kisses on Renjun's back, and every now and then, he pulled him in for a kiss, but as the craving increased and such a delicious rhythm was established, able to send electric currents through Renjun's body, shaking him to the point where he couldn't keep his eyes open with the pleasure he felt, Donghyuck found the perfect moment to fuck him harder.
Renjun brought his own hand to Donghyuck's hand that was pressing his waist, he wanted to touch him somehow, and Donghyuck understood that Renjun needed some kind of affection at that moment, so Donghyuck leaned against Renjun once more, to that their faces were close enough that he could kiss Renjun, and even if that wasn't the best position for them to kiss, Renjun was satisfied.
Renjun is used to having missionary sex, so he was used to getting kisses while having sex, but this was the first time he really felt something different.
He didn't know if it was for the adventure of doing something different, but kissing Donghyuck while being fucked certainly filled Renjun's heart with something different.
It didn't take them long before Renjun was close to coming, and then the surprise came when Donghyuck stopped moving, pulling his cock out of Renjun and pulling away from him.
The surprise was evident on Renjun's face, he was going to swear, but he knew what would happen if he did that, so Renjun took a breath and decided to ask nicely, just the way Donghyuck wanted.
''What are you doing?''
''You have to ask to come.''
Renjun closed his eyes tightly, controlling the urge to yell at Donghyuck and slap him.
''Because I feel like even if I ask, you won't let me come?''
''Because that's exactly what I'm going to do, I want to hear you beg.''
''Okay, I can beg, but can you please not come out of me? I'm very sensitive.''
''Sure, baby. You've seen how things are easier when you ask nicely.'' Donghyuck smiled, and Renjun never wanted to hit someone more than he did at that moment.
Donghyuck went back to pushing his cock against Renjun's hole and fucking him, only this time it was faster, and every time Renjun was about to come, he stopped moving, waiting for Renjun to ask to be fucked again, and so it took a while to continue.
Donghyuck did this at least five times, and it was when he saw tears all over Renjun's face and his body was shaking so much that it burst from the pleasure and the urge to come, that Donghyuck decided he would give Renjun what he wanted.
He was a good boy, he asked nicely, he didn't yell at Donghyuck, he didn't swear at him or say hurtful things, and he didn't even dictate the rules. That night was about Donghyuck and the orders he'd like to give Renjun, about him subduing that boy who was at his mercy, about making Renjun beg and humiliate himself to get what he wanted, so it was only fair this time to let him come.
Once again Renjun was close, so before Donghyuck stopped, Renjun started begging once more, only this time, he had more energy to ask.
''Please don't stop, don't stop, I'm almost, let me come, please Hyuck. Let me come, let me come just this once, and then you can do whatever you want with me, just let me come.''
Renjun was crying, and he was so handsome as he cried begging for an orgasm.
Donghyuck didn't stop, he just intensified his movements, watching Renjun's surprised expression through the mirror, happy and relieved that he was finally going to come, and when the orgasm hit him, Renjun slapped his hand on the mirror, looking for balance, so he wouldn't fall apart, he felt his whole body tremble, his hole squeezing tightly around Donghyuck's cock, and he needed to be held by Donghyuck to keep from falling, because Donghyuck actually managed to destroy him, destroy him to the point of doing so lose the strength of one's own body.
Donghyuck held Renjun tightly, planting a few kisses down his back, watching him panting and so vulnerable, and when Renjun was fully recovered, Donghyuck bent down once more to kiss him.
''I still haven't come.'' Donghyuck warned.
''Then use me, I need you to come inside me.''
Renjun could come one more time, he would only have to masturbate to make it happen, and Donghyuck didn't stop him.
Renjun's third orgasm was less aggressive, but it was just as good as the first two, because Donghyuck kept moving to increase Renjun's hypersensitivity, and it was with the needy moans coming out of the boy's mouth that Donghyuck finally came.
It was what they wanted, and once again that night Donghyuck's ego soared, because watching his own cum out of Renjun's hole and down his legs was one of the most beautiful sights Renjun would have afforded him.
They were sweaty and clammy bodies, so Donghyuck started reaching for the paper towels to wipe Renjun clean, and when everything was ready, Donghyuck pulled Renjun in for another kiss, and this time it was pure, pure and tender.
''Did I get heavy?'' Donghyuck asked Renjun, stroking his cheek with his thumb.
Renjun's expression showed his tiredness after sex, and even so he didn't lose his glow, he was still handsome, and his tired smile was as beautiful as the common smiles of everyday life.
''No, I'm fine.''
''What about the slaps?''
''Ironically, no, that's what turned me on the most.''
And then they both laughed, and that moment reminded Donghyuck of the day and that Renjun smiled to himself for the first time, so beautiful, so graceful, so innocent, yet so meaningful, and Donghyuck had to deal with the sadness of not being able to receive those smiles every day of his life.
He was just a kid, but a kid who wanted to get close to Renjun, he wanted to be Renjun's friend, be close to him, ask him to play, or ask him to skate when they were bored, and maybe invite him to eat ice cream in the summer, make snowmen in the winter, catch dragonflies in the spring, and play in the dry-leaf mountains in the fall.
Maybe they'd built a story, gotten together in their teens, figured out a few things, and who knows, they'd have shared their first kiss, and then, in 2018, when they came of age, they could travel alone to a championship, and they'd share one room, where they would make love for the first time, because the truth was one, they would have grown fond of each other the day they first saw each other, and if they had had the opportunity to grow up as friends, surely Renjun and Donghyuck would have become lovers.
It is true that Donghyuck collected a lot of frustrations due to Renjun, but it is also true that Renjun is not to blame, and it is also true that Donghyuck admires him, and not only because Renjun is a great skater, but because Renjun was his first crush when he was only ten years old, and as much as Donghyuck had been conditioned to believe that Renjun was his enemy, it was too difficult for him to treat him that way, and even harder to hate Renjun as they wanted him to. .
Donghyuck never hated Renjun, and even though he had been rude to him many times that year, the truth is that he always regretted it afterward, and the fact that he went to Renjun's party after what happened in the locker room said a lot about Donghyuck. his regret in treating him harshly, because Renjun just wanted to find a way to get close to him, and Donghyuck kept building walls around himself to keep Renjun away.
''I wonder why you had a condom in your pants pocket.'' Donghyuck asked, as he finished putting his pants on and looked in the mirror to see if he was all right with his own appearance.
''Because it was in my plans to have sex with you tonight.'' Renjun replied, finishing his wash at the bathroom sink.
''Why were you so sure this would happen?''
''Intuition, maybe.''
''And what does your intuition tell you now?''
''That you'll meet me at my house in thirty minutes, time enough for me to end this party and go home.''
Renjun's intuition was right, Donghyuck finished everything before Renjun, to leave the bathroom and say goodbye to his friends, heading towards Renjun's house to meet him later.
⛸️
It was Sunday morning, it was hot, and Donghyuck was lying on Renjun's bed, completely naked. Renjun was also naked, sitting comfortably on Donghyuck's lap, distributing a few kisses on his neck, who had his eyes closed, just enjoying the feeling of being kissed by Renjun, while he lightly caressed the boy's waist on top of him.
''You are insatiable.'' Donghyuck was tired, the sun had already risen, and they still wouldn't have slept, because they spent the whole night having sex in every position they knew.
''You said you'd make me dependent on you, and you did, it's not my fault.''
"I'm tired, we've had sex all night, we need sleep."
"I don’t want to sleep."
Deftly, Donghyuck reversed positions, placing Renjun on the bed and climbing on top of him, settling between Renjun's legs that were covered in bite marks and hickeys.
"I'm going to give your hair such a nice caress, you'll sleep for hours, what do you think about that?"
"I prefer missionary sex."
"We've already done this three times, and you're still awake."
"Maybe a fourth time is needed, because I really don't want to sleep."
"Why? Are you afraid I'm leaving? You know where to find me, you've been chasing me all this year." Donghyuck scoffed, and Renjun rolled his eyes.
"This is not true."
"Wherever I look, you're there, so I don't believe you."
Renjun didn't have an answer for that, because Donghyuck was telling the truth, so he just pulled Donghyuck to kiss him, in an attempt to get him to shut up and stop telling the truth that Renjun wouldn't want to hear.
"When this is over, what will we be like?" Renjun asked as he broke the kiss. He had his eyes closed as he stroked the hairs on the back of Donghyuck's neck. They were foreheads together, and even though it was just a touch, there was affection, and Renjun felt so dear to be with Donghyuck like that.
"Just as we already are."
"Hating each other?"
Donghyuck lay down beside Renjun, pulling him to his chest to stroke his hair, a gentle caress to comfort him, because he knew he was getting into an unpleasant conversation, and he didn't want Renjun to feel uncomfortable.
"I never hated you, Renjun."
"But you do have hard feelings, don't you?"
Donghyuck sighed,
"Um, some, but I'm over it."
"Which types?"
"I would get angry every time you would see me after the competition, always so smiling and graceful, like an angel. At first, I thought you were affronting me, trying to make me feel bad for losing, but as time went on passing by, I understood that this was just your way, that you didn't want to upset me, for some reason you just wanted to be nice to me, but that never took away the fact that I felt bad about losing a competition. It was always a very big relief when you weren't going to compete with me, and until now I didn't understand why you participated in championships that wouldn't make a difference in your career. I understand that this year you didn't go to the Olympic games and wanted to have fun in state championships, but I still don't understand your choice."
"I wanted to participate in the same championships as you to have the chance to be by your side." Renjun confessed, grateful that he didn't have to look at Donghyuck's face as he said those words.
Donghyuck thought it was adorable, so he laughed, which made Renjun feel annoyed and slap Donghyuck weakly on the chest.
"Don't laugh at my honesty."
"You're cute." He said, placing a kiss on top of Renjun's head. "But did you really need to beat me in every competition? What would it cost to let me win once?"
Renjun sighed, maybe he would regret it in the future, but he needed to be frank with Donghyuck, not to upset him, but to make him understand that it wasn't his fault, and maybe, his words would help him something.
“Do you know why you keep losing to me?” Donghyuck shook his head, ready to hear everything Renjun had to say. “Because you hate figure skating, not because you're bad at it. In years, I saw you enter the rink at least a hundred times. Donghyuck, you were magnificent, you were simply magnificent, your technique is incredible, but you know that in addition to technique, emotion also counts. There was a void. So deep in your eyes, that for a moment I wondered why you were skating, if that was your dream or if you were there because someone forced you. You know, I tried to be in last place, I tried to lose to you during seven times this year alone, but I am an Olympic champion, no matter what I do, they will keep giving me first place, and the only place that will be really challenging for me is in championships where I will be competing with other Olympic champions."
Renjun was as honest as he could be, and Donghyuck didn't feel offended by those words, he even stopped to do a deep analysis on everything that was said, and he needed to be honest with himself in admitting that Renjun was right.
He didn't want to be a figure skater, that was his parents' dream, his parents' happiness depended on his own unhappiness, and for years, Donghyuck needed to hear that the ends justified the means, something his parents always said to validate that the fact that they made Donghyuck suffer and be frustrated for years of his life was for a goal that Donghyuck never really achieved: to be an Olympic athlete.
Donghyuck was supposed to have become a national champion, an Olympic athlete, but Donghyuck never managed to go beyond an interstate championship, and not because he was incapable, he just didn't want to go too far with his skating career, and for some reason, the judges knew that, they felt Donghyuck's emotions during his performances, and for that reason, Donghyuck was never able to add different scores to go that far.
''I've seen you playing hockey.'' Renjun commented. ''You were magnificent, more magnificent than in skating. I saw you genuinely smile for the first time. Isn't it ironic that we've known each other for fourteen years and I've never seen you at the height of your joy? The first time I saw you so happy was when you joined the hockey team to play a game, our training for the 2016 championship would start in an hour, so you and your hockey friends gathered at the rink to play, and I watched you from afar. Back then, I already liked you, and then I saw you, so beautiful, all sweaty, I thought it was really sexy, I just wanted to throw you on the wall and kiss you, it was a little humiliating to have an erection with just a short time for our training to start, but I couldn't take my eyes off you, not just because you're the best looking guy in the rink, but because you were so happy really.''
''So you were the type obsessed with me who kept watching me from afar and always ended up with a hard cock?'' Donghyuck spoke in a playful tone, and once again, Renjun slapped his chest.
''Sincerely, Donghyuck.'' Renjun shifted in Donghyuck's arms, to turn away from him.
Donghyuck was unbelievable, because even at a time that was supposed to be serious, he managed to crack jokes.
''Is the baby sad?'' Donghyuck was still laughing, squeezing Renjun even tighter in his arms, kissing the back of his head, which was then already on Renjun's shoulder, to later end up in his throat. By this time, Donghyuck was once again between Renjun's legs, kissing him with such devotion. ''I really hate being a figure skater, and I'm considering joining the hockey team, maybe soon you'll get a new coach, but in the meantime, how about some sex before we sleep?'' Donghyuck asked as they broke a kiss, seeing a beautiful smile of satisfaction appear on Renjun's face. ''Will you make nice sounds?''
''For you I can make any kind of sound, from the prettiest to the dirtiest.''
''These are the ones I want.''
''So these are they'll give it to you.''
They kissed one more time, and it wasn't long before they were having sex again, looking into each other's eyes, and they didn't dare close their eyes during orgasm, because if they did that, they would lose themselves in themselves, and that moment was meant to be shared, so they shared the gaze during orgasm, and kissed after the climax of pleasure, and Renjun made a point of moaning to Donghyuck, just for him, exclusive moans that Renjun never let go. no one has heard before, and perhaps because no one has ever been able to satisfy him like that.
In the end, Donghyuck was deserving of all the things Renjun was willing to give him.
⛸️
Donghyuck thought it would be difficult to join the hockey team, but everyone who saw him play knew he had a talent for it, so Donghyuck was accepted on the first try, and within three months, he was officially playing with the team.
Donghyuck, unfortunately, developed a family problem, his parents were obviously not happy to hear that their son would be giving up figure skating to dedicate himself to hockey, but Donghyuck wouldn't back down, for the first time in his life, he was enjoying some sport.
He knew that this decision would have consequences for him, and he was willing to deal with them, because although he had to deal with his parents' rejection, now he had a team that really cared about him, and most importantly: he had Renjun, the one who opened his eyes and wouldn't give up on himself for anything.
Now, Renjun and Donghyuck met frequently at the rink, they shared a kiss before Donghyuck left with the hockey team for Renjun to enter with other skaters to start the day's practice, and Donghyuck spent the next few hours watching Renjun practice, for at the end, they walk together and hand in hand to the house.
What they had was official, it took a while to establish, but since the belated celebration of Renjun's birthday, they'd met at least once a week, and they realized they were close enough to make something official when Donghyuck started spending a few nights with Renjun.
Usually, Donghyuck only stayed when they spent an entire night fucking like dogs in heat, but suddenly, Donghyuck was invited to stay, even though they hadn't done anything.
At least once a week Donghyuck would drop by for dinner, they'd watch a movie, spend a few hours making out on the couch while he finished the whole bottle of wine, and sometimes they wouldn't even have sex, Renjun would just ask Donghyuck to spend the night with him, because he wanted to be in Donghyuck's arms, to be held in his sleep, to hear Donghyuck's heartbeat as he had his head resting on his chest. All Renjun wanted was to have Donghyuck with him.
They were happy together, they were never really enemies, they never hated each other, but they were trained to do so, and while Donghyuck thought it was a sin to hate angels, Renjun believed he and Donghyuck would be better friends.
Sadly, it took fourteen years for them to finally bond, but when it did, it was an explosion of feelings, as it was fourteen years for Renjun to have to wait for Donghyuck, and fourteen years for Donghyuck to finally free himself from the weight of having to hate. Renjun, even though he had never actually done it.
And if anyone ever told Donghyuck that he would be dating his sporting enemy, he would say he believed in that possibility, because his enemy was never really an enemy, but rather, the boy Donghyuck looked up to adoringly, the one everyone called angel, and Donghyuck believed it was a sin to hate angels.
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1. How many works do you have on AO3?
43
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
688,185
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Published? Just Dragon Age. But I have some unfinished/unpublished Mass Effect and Baldur's Gate stuff as well.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
All of these are Cullavellan fic:
Your Fate for Mine (129,681 Words | E)
More Than Memory (5,214 Words | E)
Search Your Hands (13,581 Words | E)
Unyielding (3,083 Words | M)
The Epaulet Mate (7,303 Words | E)
5. Do you respond to comments?
Yes, though more slowly than I used to!
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Ooh. Probably The Scourge of Sundermount, though it wound up less angsty than the original ending (in which Cullen and Lavellan are turned to stone forever)
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I'm a sucker for a happy ending, so this is much harder to answer! I am avoiding answering this with the obvious innuendo haha. Maybe In Any Life? I feel like the vibe of that last chapter is so very soft, with a spring breeze blowing through the window in the house Fenris and Maria made together c:
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I've gotten some snarky comments, but never outright hate (thankfully!)
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yes--not sure what is meant by "kind." M/F and F/F--soft and gentle, hard and fast, mildly kinky, plot-relevant and pwp, etc. A variety of smut, haha.
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
Not really. Crossovers aren't really my jam, but if I wrote one it would probably be Inquisition characters in Mass Effect (like a genre switch thing, not picked up and dropped into our solar system).
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
When I was like 13 on FF.net, yes. It's why I stopped writing fic until I was 28.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Not that I know of!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Only in a sense! I have a few pieces sharing an OC with a friend that were largely rp first before I set them down as a narrative c:
14. What's your all time favorite ship?
God. Don't ask me this haha. My first DA ship was Fenris/Hawke and it still lives so closed to my heart, but Cullen/Lavellan got me into the fandom and Zevran/Tabris brought me someone very dear to me. I don't think I could ever judge any of them by the merits of the ship alone at this point!
15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Hmmm more than I'd like to admit :/ Probably The Red Crossing Arrangement, which is an arranged marriage/Halamshiral still belongs to the elves AU. It took so much more world building that my ability to write it slowly petered out. The odds are high that it will remain at roughly 80k for the foreseeable future (unless I suddenly want to get back to working out trade routes and governance and commerce, which is what did me in; I'm good at world-building culture on account of the degree and all, but the semantics of daily life don't really interest me as much)
(tragically, this means the Adalene and Elandrin fix-it portions of this story may never be published :C and this does honestly make me so sad :C)
16. What are your writing strengths?
Voice and characterization/internal dialogue. I've been told that the canon characters I write feel very similar to canon and that's something I'm really proud of c:
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Physical space. I forget to define the setting very, very frequently. It's the next thing I want to focus on in my writing, actually, when I get back into it!
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
Eh. I think it can add flavor, especially in fantasy settings where the cultures and worlds are built dissimilarly to the real world. I don't think there's anything especially fun about not being able to discern what's happening in conversation---I think it's most effective when it's a handful of phrases that repeat (hello, I'm sorry, I love you, etc.) or when followed by a translation of some sort.
As a lover of Latin, I especially find google translations very unreliable and often incorrect. Better to just italicize it and indicate it's another language, imo.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Code Lyoko
20. Favorite fic you've written?
Oof. It depends on when you ask me this haha. For the moment, I think I'm loving As Two Reflected Stars a little extra right now c: I just love wound-tending and idiots in love and this is definitely both!
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1. How many works do you have on AO3?
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
3. What fandoms do you write for?
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
5. Do you respond to comments?
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
8. Do you get hate on fics?
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
14. What's your all time favorite ship?
15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
16. What are your writing strengths?
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
19. First fandom you wrote for?
20. Favorite fic you've written?
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I've been on Tumblr now for over 1 year. 🎉 I thought it might be time to (re)introduce myself and how I've been handling this account.
My name is Layla. I'm almost 42 years old. ♑☀️♒🌙♓⬆️ I just started a personal Tumblr that you're welcome to follow if you want to learn more about me. @trauma-tits (Named after my weekly newsletter. I write a few other places on the internet too.)
Animal Crossing New Horizons is the only Animal Crossing game I've played. I love it so much that I can't move on to other video games because I'd rather be playing ACNH. I've only had one island called Praxis, but I hope to start a new one very soon! (In full disclosure, I've been saying that for months and life keeps getting in the way.)
I usually have my finger on the pulse of fresh posts, but you'll never know that because I reblog everything to the queue which hovers around 300 at all times. I use reblogging in real time to indicate when things aren't from the queue as opposed to marking everything that is. On Fridays, I hit "shuffle queue" and sometimes tweak the times and number of posts.
I've been sharing screenshots from my island Praxis with acnh praxis, animal crossing, animal crossing new horizons, acnh, acnh screenshots, acnh life, & animal crossing creations, and the vacation homes I've decorated in Happy Home Paradise with happy home paradise, happy home designer, happy home dlc, acnh happy home paradise, and acnh exterior or acnh interior as relevant.
Other tags I use:
ac [villager name] and acnh [villager name] because I couldn't remember which one I started with so to ensure I can go back and find things I do both on each post that highlights a villager to remain consistent.
If there is more than one villager showcased, I usually try to tag each one individually. However, if I am in a hurry or I don't know all the villagers and don't have time to look them up, I will use the general acnh villagers. I try to also use acnh [species name], especially if the post is solely one species.
Anything regarding dialogue (photo edited or organic) I use acnh dialogue or ac dialogue if it isn't New Horizons.
acnh codes, custom codes, and acnh custom design for the codes. This is not my strong suit, so any custom stuff you see in my screenshots someone else created (unless otherwise specified). I do not usually share the codes in each post since they aren't mine, but if you ask for them, I'll share.
For dream address posts I also use the tag i really need to start dreaming again because I haven't done it in awhile.
acnh inspiration is for anything that I see that makes me go, "Wow, I wish I was playing right now because this has INSPIRED me!" I never use this tag on my own posts, only rbs of others. If I rb your post with that, you should take it as the HIGHEST compliment. 😘
If there is crossover content between AC and other fandoms, I use when worlds collide, and sometimes I even share crossovers where I am not familiar with the other one.
I love it when people like, reblog, comment, and use my ask box. I love talking to strangers (because a stranger is just a friend you haven't made yet) and I love answering questions. I really like the animal crossing community, and I love making new friends. 💞
I'm still trying to figure out when I should be writing my commentary in the body of the reblog and when it should be a tag instead. If there are other tags you think I should be using to get posts on your dash, lmk. Oh, and I also love it when people go down my page and like a bunch of posts, so don't hesitate to pop over to this account anytime you have the urge. 💕
Thanks for reading this novel of a post, and I hope you're having a day! 💟
#this is a love letter to my followers#added a personal pic just for kicks#big noses are beautiful#this pic is from a date night last month#animal crossing community#words words words
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I want your neighbour scenario to be the new Adrienette AU. Marinette puts a winky face letter for her new neighbour Adrien, and then regrets it like 30 mins later.
OKAY I hate how it sounds sooo neighbour AU but for real though not to use my current very awkward neighbour story (more details about what this is about in the tags of this poll for those who've missed my latest misadventure) buuut:
Post Hawkmoth-defeat AU where they're in uni or something
Marinette lives in an apartment, number 7 (the number isn't relevant it's just my apartment number ok)
Adrien changed his last name a few years following his dad's arrest because being an Agreste is Not Cool At All and Marinette doesn't know it
Adrien is new in the apartment building and just so happens to move in apartment 6, right on the same floor as Marinette's. Adrien being an early bird on time and Marinette a disaster owl very much not on time in the mornings, they haven't crossed paths yet
On Adrien's mailbox, there's his new name but it's not like Marinette would know it's him, while she hasn't her name on her mailbox apart from her apartment number because she got too lazy to grab a piece of paper and write her name on it. So she's just. Appartement n°7, and so they're not recognising that it's Adrien and Marinette who are their neighbour.
And here comes my story, MLified: Adrien makes a poll in his neighbours' mailbox asking whether anyone would mind if he parked his bike in the building's corridor
Marinette answers his poll and says that of course it's not a problem for her :)
Adrien being nice and slightly too enthusiastic at getting a nice answer telling him he's not a problem coupled with an emoji smiling, decides that the best way to thank his neighbour in a not at all over exaggerated way is to buy her crispy m&ms with a note saying (and I'm quoting the note I got in my mailbox) "congratulations appartement 7, you picked the right answer! Here's a little gift to thank you, enjoy!"
Marinette who finds that waaayy too adorable (and who really needed a snack that day) gets a little too excited, and decides to leave back a note in Adrien's mailbox to thank him
She writes (and I have to quote myself on that): "THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE M&M'S!!! So nice!! Don't hesitate to knock if you ever need an egg or salt or something else ;)"
AFTER she dropped the note in his mailbox she realises that the winky face could be WIDELY MISINTERPRETED OH MY GOD YOU DUMB ASS, and promptly goes into "catastrophe" mode. She naturally and rationally considers moving out in a country far, far away.
(and here stops my story for now because I'm at the 'moving far away' part and I do not intend on having whatever lovesquare romance with my new neighbour thank you very much, but Adrinette would enjoy it)
Adrien, who's an oblivious and innocent baby doesn't notice anything wrong with the note and just thinks it's really sweet and friendly :). To thank his neighbour for being sweet, he buys her another pack of crispy m&m's
Marinette on her side start to think he misinterpreted her winky emoji, and is second guessing every new m&ms package coming in her mailbox
Anyway I don't have a follow up for this right now, I guess we could add some ladynoir bonding moments:
Like Ladybug talks to Chat Noir about her winky emoji note all panicked, and Chat Noir is just like "what of it, it just proves you're being nice, right?"
To which Ladybug explains that NO, WELL YES, but it could have other interpretations, and what if her neighbour thinks she's not only offering egg and salt??
To which Chat Noir proceeds to have a mental breakdown because "oh my god my Lady, my neighbour left me a note with a winky smiley the other day offering 'something else', do you think it means she's...implying something else???"
To which Ladybug is like "oh my GOD Chat Noir your neighbour is TOTALLY hitting on you 😱"
HENCE identity shenanigans because they DUMB.and don't notice that their stories are similar, and the notes exchange becomes a lot more confusing on Adrien and Marinette's sides but they keep sending some because heyyy, new friend and free food right?
I will stop this now because it's way too long and nonsensical for what it is, and it's late here fjzjfnzkfn but. Yeah I guess in my distress I. Can make every situations lovesquare-able 🥲
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Soukoku Fic Rec - First Kiss <3
The format I’m using is:
Title - writer (ao3 link)
Fic length
Time period (teen/mafia skk, 22! Skk, all ages)
Additional tags (Tags in bold added by me for extra info)
TW
Some fics have parts of the summary/ comments added for additional info
Only for You - StormDew2
9.9k
MAFIA SKK (Post 15)
Literal Sleeping Together, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Kissing, chuuya gets banned from drinking so dazai gets him some wine, Underage Drinking, Light angst
give me a kiss like a kick in the teeth - communist_sasuke
3.5k
MAFIA SKK (Pre-Dark era)
Kissing, Dazai is Whipped, Dazai is oblivious correction: Dazai's not oblivious he's just in denial, Chuuya Is So Done
Summary: "Not that Dazai thought Chuuya was beautiful, because that would be a bit much. He was attractive, objectively. Not that Dazai was attracted to him.
(Or, more accurately: Dazai was, in fact, very attracted Chuuya.)"
Threats Made in a Hotel Room - Moonyeyes
2k
MAFIA SKK
Kissing, Making out, Drinking, Sexual Tension, POV Chuuya
Cross-reference - chuuzxi
2.6k
MAFIA SKK
Fluff and Humor, Bickering Lots of it, Bets & Wagers, Gay Panic, Dazai Osamu is a Tease, Developing Relationship, Mutual Pining, that tag runs HARD here, Denial of Feelings, chuuya goes thru the 5 stages of grief in thirty minutes
Stitches - orphan_account
11.3k
MAFIA SKK (Post 15 and Dark Era)
First Kiss, Canon Compliant, Mutual Pining, Feelings Realization, Denial of Feelings
it's always been you - devantsun
2k
22 SKK
Love Confessions, kind of???, telepathic soukoku strikes, Fluff and Angst, Rated T for language, softer than the tags imply lol, this is very soft in general, blink and you miss it fukuzawa x mori
TW- Dazai-Typical Suicide References
of sunsets and first kisses - Bl34ry
2.5k
MAFIA SKK
Fluff without Plot, very soft, Fluff and Angst, Maybe a little angst, But it's very soft, and there's kissing, Awkward Conversations, Awkward Crush, this is set to before dazai met oda actually…
Fireside - littlewritergrl
1.9K
MAFIA SKK
First Kiss, Light Angst, Internalized Homophobia, but just a little??
Fics with good first kiss scenes
(less focused on first kisses)
the moments in between - hellcatspangledshalalala
3.7k
ALL AGES
Hurt/Comfort, Post-Corruption, pining, fluff, angst, fluff at the end, character study, Dazai POV, getting together, dazai’s depression
I'll Make A Home In Your Gut Because its Somewhere Warm to Sleep - arahabakii
8.9k
22 SKK
Fluff, Angst, Mutual Pining, Feelings Realization, Making Out, Getting Together, Domestic Fluff, Touch-Starved Dazai, Dazai needs a hug, Chuuya needs a hug
TW - Dazai-Typical Suicide References
A chance to start again - Root (Fyki)
4.4k
22 SKK
Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Fluff, Introspection, they work they shit out
hey look, the sky's falling apart - saffroncassis
24.8k
TEEN SKK (16/17)
AU - Canon Divergence
Hurt/Comfort, Protective Nakahara Chuuya, Angst, Fluff, Humor, Developing Relationship
Found Family (the Akutagawa siblings, Oda's kids, Kyouka, Oda, Ango)
TW- Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse and discussions of both these, also cw food for the whole fic
a piece about tensions unresolved - acuteguwu
2.1k
25 (AU)
Alternate Universe - No Powers
Fluff, Friends to Lovers, chuuya is a mess, dazai is no better tbh, kinda unrequited crush, First Kiss
Summary: "Chuuya’s been into Dazai for so long that it doesn’t seem relevant anymore."
the same groove - halfbloom (diphylleias)
11.3K
MAFIA SKK (16), 22 SKK
Feelings realization, Pining, Love Confessions, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Growing Up
Summary: "Dazai always knows too much, and too fast, whether it be for the better or for the worse. But for Chuuya, the realization comes slower, gradually, clumsily over the years"
Please like/reblog if this helped u find a fic, I'd be delighted to know <33
Soukoku Fic Rec Masterlist
#soukoku#soukoku fic rec#skk fic rec#soukoku fics#skk fics#14 in total :D#sierra’s recs#Sierra’s posts 🌸
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