#which allows more time for reflection and savoring everything

[hirazuki]

I don't know if it's because I can taste summer in the air or because I went to the island (where I spent so much time reading it) after all these years or because my brain likes to present me with fixations when we literally have so many other things to do, but I was just overcome with the strongest urge to reread Lymond.

Which I will not be doing, thank you.

... I'm going to go hang up some laundry instead.

[moonlinos]

It would’ve been sweet if it could’ve been me

♡ Pairing: Bang Chan × fem!reader

♡ Genre: Single dad!Chan, friends to strangers to lovers

♡ CW: Explicit sexual content (minors dni!), mentions of parental guilt, themes of loneliness, Chan is stuck in the past, lying, mentions of feeling lost in life, story spans over a number of years, nipple play, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, creampie

♡ Word count: 8.2k

♡ Synopsis: Being a single dad to Hyerin is all Chan has known for the past four years. He and his ex-girlfriend reached an agreement that saw her going off to live a life she had always dreamed of while he was left with a life of loneliness, which he endured with a smile on his face for his daughter. A small gleam of hope seems to appear in his life in the shape of you. But hiding himself under a haze of lies seems to be his only option if he ever wants to keep you.

♡ A/N: Based off a request by anon! Thank you for requesting, this was so much fun to write 🩷 I will admit this is a lot more focused on Chan as a character than I originally wanted it to be, and I kinda went a bit crazy with the plot, but I hope you still like it! The song Chan sings to Hyerin is Little Star by Standing Egg 💗

Every day in Chan’s life is a monotonous, never-ending cycle. Like watching reruns of bad TV shows on gloomy Sunday nights, every second of his past and upcoming days is etched into his mind like a quilt of mundane tasks and repetitive moments.

But that wasn’t always the case.

Once, excitement filled his every waking moment. His weekends were a whirlwind of new places teeming with bustling crowds and unfamiliar faces who became fast friends. During his university years, he and his friends lived their lives with ardor, savoring every moment as if it could be their last. His days were filled with an array of unplanned parties and impromptu trips which brought a kaleidoscope of color to his life.

Until he met Dana.

He was about to graduate, and she swept into his life like a hurricane — flipping everything upside down before disappearing just as quickly, with only destruction and ashes remaining in her wake.

He was infatuated; she was bored. That was clear from the start, but Chan was too blinded by affection to be concerned with such a minute detail. So long as he got to have her by his side, he was happy. Their relationship lasted a year, yet it changed his life forever.

He was twenty-one when Dana announced her pregnancy. On his twenty-second birthday, she told him she didn’t want to be a mother.

By that point in his life, Chan had already forsaken everything he had for her. He turned his back on his old friends, the vibrant life he once led, and everything that once made him who he was. Without Dana, he would be left with nothing but the ugly reflection of his self-destructive choices made in the name of a loveless love.

And so, they came to an agreement. Dana would leave — that had been her plan from the start, anyway — but she would leave Chan with a small piece of their story.

Hyerin was born on November 20th, 2019.

Dana left on a plane to New York City on December 1st.

Now, the only speck of color in his life is Hyerin. In the four years Chan has been lucky enough to be her dad, he has found she is much more than simply a reminder of Dana or what could have been between them. Hyerin is his entire world. She is the love he’s unknowingly been searching for his whole life, and he would sacrifice every last bit of himself to make sure she only ever knows happiness.

They live a quiet life, with Chan working a less-than-fulfilling corporate job and spending all his free time with her. He sometimes allows himself to wonder what happened to his old friends — did they all eventually settle for the mundanity of adult life, or are they still chasing an endless thrill? But he never dwells on it too much. The sweet memories of his early twenties are now nothing more than a comforting escape when the weight of loneliness becomes too overwhelming.

Today is one of those days. A late Friday night after his shift, Chan sprawled on his couch with Jisung, a co-worker who became his first friend after many years, a silly smile on his face as he reminisced about a trip to Jeju in his sophomore year of college. This is how he lives most of his life; when he’s not in the present with Hyerin, he’s stuck in the past.

How could he not be stuck in the past? So many people he loved and memories he cherished were there.

“I don’t get how you just left all of that behind for someone,” Jisung scoffs, loosening his tie. “Why couldn’t she just join your group of friends?”

“It’s complicated,” Chan sighs, eyes wandering toward Hyerin’s bedroom door for the umpteenth time to make sure she’s still sleeping soundly. When he turns to look back at Jisung, his expression prompts him to elaborate. “What? You want the whole story?”

Jisung shrugs. “It’s not like we have any other plans for tonight.”

“Well, there was this girl in my friend group. We hooked up a lot, but our relationship went beyond that,” Chan explains, fingers tapping his thighs as the memories flood his mind. It was a sore topic, one he certainly didn’t enjoy remembering. “We never dated, but Dana was jealous, and I couldn’t blame her. Me and this girl were… very close. I couldn’t be in a relationship while also being that close to her, but I also couldn’t imagine us being only friends. So it was easier to walk away.”

Chan conveniently leaves out the fact that he walked away because an artificial love strangely provided solace for his heart, unlike the searing torment of unrequited love, which engulfed him like molten lava.

“And that was the last time you ever had that type of relationship with anyone?”

“With Dana? Yeah—”

“Hyung, you know what I mean. You told me yourself Dana didn’t love you,” Jisung points out. “I mean this other girl.”

Chan shrugs dismissively. “I guess, yeah. Doesn’t matter, though.”

And Jisung scoffs loudly at his words, rubbing his forehead with a sigh. Memories of that love flood Chan’s mind, and he's ready to let them sweep him away when Jisung abruptly turns so he sits facing him, resolve swimming in his eyes.

“Give me your phone,” his loud voice reverberates through the small apartment, prompting Chan to shush him with a stern look. “Give me your phone,” Jisung repeats himself with a harsh whisper.

Chan rolls his eyes but ultimately smiles at his friend. He retrieves his phone from the end table, handing it to a much too enthusiastic Jisung. “The password is Hyerin’s birthday,” he tells him, albeit a bit apprehensive.

He watches amusedly as Jisung types away at his own phone before doing the same on his, handing him the device with a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

“What did you do, you little menace?” Chan questions the younger boy, narrowing his eyes. Jisung simply shrugs.

“I got you a date tomorrow. Thank me later.”

Chan immediately sits up on the couch, eyes darting toward his phone screen. A chat with a single message from him to an unknown contact makes him question his entire friendship with Jisung.

Me: I’m your date for tomorrow 😉 Me: O’neul restaurant, 6 pm. See you there, cutie

“Jisung, what the fuck?”

“What?” His friend asks between giggles. “Sora has this friend she said desperately needs a date, and I have you in the same situation,” he explains, clearly proud of himself. “I just did you both a favor while also getting boyfriend points.”

Chan’s eyes shift toward his phone once more, inwardly cringing at the messages with a heavy sigh.

“And was making me sound this creepy necessary?”

Jisung waves his hand dismissively. “Nah, that was just a little treat for me.”

“And why the fuck is her name Mystery Girl?” Chan queries, the irritation making him unknowingly raise his voice.

“It’s a blind date,” his friend explains. “This girl’s apparently super picky, kept turning down every guy Sora suggested. So, she came up with this solution. Can’t turn you down if she doesn’t know what you look like.”

Chan groans, ultimately sinking back onto the couch with a defeated sigh. Jisung was trying to be a good friend, he knew that, but he wasn’t at all thrilled with the prospect of a date. Not only did he not want one, but he also had no time for such a futile thing. He had Hyerin, and she was the sole reason for his existence. He didn’t need anyone meddling in their little world. But he didn’t have the courage to tell Jisung that.

It would be a lie to say the past four years weren’t lonesome. Falling asleep alone in a cold, empty bed was a sorrow he had simply grown numb to. Yet, he still yearned to have someone to share the grapples of routine life with, someone whose presence alone would effortlessly diminish his worries, someone he could make love to before falling asleep and waking up intertwined.

But he couldn’t afford to have that.

At least this date was bound to fail; the woman’s demanding nature, coupled with Chan’s unwillingness to even be there in the first place sure to make their wasted time brief.

Just as he’s about to grumble about the messages again, Hyerin comes stumbling out of her room, her small feet shuffling against the floor as she rubs her sleepy eyes.

“Oh, honey, were we being too loud?” Chan asks sweetly, and his eyes discreetly shoot daggers at Jisung, who mouths an apology.

Hyerin firmly shakes her head, the crooked pigtails Chan clumsily had tied this morning coming undone as she does so. He smiles at her, propping his elbows on his knees and waiting for her to speak her little mind.

“I had a dream,” she mumbles. “With a dragon.”

Chan gasps, hands wrapping around her tiny frame and picking her up before walking toward her room. It took him some time, but he ultimately learned that it’s best to ease her back into bed while she’s distracted, lest she throws a tantrum.

“And was it a nice dragon?” He asks. Hyerin giggles, and Chan is positive that the sound has the power to light up even his most somber days.

“Of course it was a nice dragon, daddy,” she tells him. “You said I only have nice dreams ‘cause my mind is pretty, remember?”

Chan nods as he gently tucks her back into bed, triple-checking that she is comfortable and warm. “Of course, of course. How could I forget?” He slaps a hand on his forehead with a sigh. “Hyerinnie has the prettiest mind. It can only make up pretty things.”

Hyerin smiles at him, tugging her blanket close to her chin, her doe eyes already heavy with sleep and blinking languidly. Chan asks her the same question he does every night, although the answer remains unchanging every time: would she like him to sing to her? She drowsily tells him she wants to hear him sing her favorite song, Little Star.

Chan promptly gets under the covers beside her — Hyerin pouting and whining about how he’s stealing her blanket for himself, to which he can’t help the hearty laugh that escapes his lips. Since turning four, she’s developed quite a strong personality that Chan soon finds he adores, much like everything about her.

He turns on his side to watch her features as he sings; her nose and mouth so similar to his, and the way she furrows her brows while falling asleep mirrors his own habits. Chan might not be a happy man in his job or his personal life, but the boundless happiness his little gift provides him surpasses anything else he could wish for. Every now and then, he finds himself wanting more, but it’s not long before he realizes he already has everything he needs.

Chan goes over his rather extensive list of how to care for Hyerin with Jisung for the tenth time that evening, making sure the younger man knows what to do in any situation that could arise in the couple hours he’ll be gone. Hyerin is the one to usher him out of the apartment, assuring him she’ll be fine with her uncle Han, and Chan has to stop himself from wallowing over the fact that his once tiny baby is rapidly blossoming into a young kid.

He made no real effort to dress for his date; a simple button-up shirt and jeans served him just fine, seeing as he plans to return home as soon as possible. His date and he haven’t talked much at all since his initial texts yesterday, texting each other only to confirm the time and place of their basically forced date.

He arrives fifteen minutes late, all but running from the bus stop to the restaurant while cursing Jisung under his breath. This was definitely not worth the hassle, and Chan wanted nothing more than to be back at home with his daughter. He’d pick watching Tangled with her for the hundredth time over an unwanted date in a heartbeat.

Chan finally walks into the restaurant, informing the waiter that he’s there to meet Cherry. His face visibly grimaces as he mutters the words. Fuck this blind date bullshit.

He’s led to his table, dragging his feet behind the waiter. His attention is immediately drawn to the pencil holding his date’s messy ponytail together. He chuckles quietly, circling around the table and forcing out a smile to introduce himself.

But then he’s met with a sight he had long given up hope of ever seeing again: you.

You, who were next to him as he made stupid decisions during college. Like when he drunkenly thought it wise to bet his laptop in a game of beer pong.

You, who always made him your special hangover soup after a party. He especially loved it when you let him keep the leftovers, knowing that he and his roommate were hopeless in the kitchen.

You, who filled the space in his cold sheets with warmth and always made his bed feel like a sanctuary.

You, who let him make love to you despite you both swearing to be only friends.

You, who later had to watch him walk away from you like a coward, driven by sheer fear.

You, staring back at him with a stunned look on your face.

“Chan?” You ask, an unsure lilt to your words.

And Chan embarrassingly fumbles over his words, his tongue tying itself into knots in front of you. He notices you pursing your lips to stop from giggling and clears his throat a bit too loudly, a few patrons turning their heads to look at him. But he can’t bring himself to care, not when it seems the universe has turned the wheels of his fate in his favor for once.

“Uh, hi,” is all his brain can muster among the jumble of thoughts inside his head. He mentally berates himself for acting so damn awkward when you’re clearly not as affected by this encounter as he is.

“Damn, it’s been so long,” you marvel, eyes not leaving his face for a second. “I thought you moved to a different country or something. It’s so strange how we never ran into each other.”

Chan forces out a chuckle, hands now fiddling with the menu on the table. Of course you two never ran into each other; he only ever leaves the house for work or when he has to accompany Hyerin, and he doubts you frequent playgrounds or zoos.

“Yeah, I… don’t go out much anymore,” he simply says.

You hum, and he properly takes in your appearance. You haven’t changed one bit; from your hair to your choice of clothes, you’re still the same girl who ruled over his every thought during college.

You two order your food and fall into an infuriating cycle of small talk. Chan doesn’t want to talk about the weather or if you have seen the latest movie yet — he’s desperate to ask you how you’ve been, if you ever pursued your dreams, if you can still outdrink anyone in your friend group, and—

And if you’re still single because you find relationships a hassle.

But as the food arrives, you fall into an even more frustrating cycle: silence. Chan feels restless, squirming in his seat every few minutes while you calmly eat and watch the people around you. He remembers your habit of scanning crowded rooms and making up stories for strangers with your vivid imagination. He wants to ask if you still do that, but it seems he’s only grown into more of a coward since your last encounter.

You’re the first to break the silence, waiting for the waiter to leave with your plates to ask what Chan has been doing since graduating. It’s a casual question with no weight to your words, as lighthearted as you have always been. And the complete opposite of his every possible answer.

How can he tell you he’s given up music altogether, now surrounded by gray walls and lifeless faces in his corporate job? How can he tell you he’s alone most of the time, partly by choice and partly because he doesn’t know how to dig himself out of this comfortable hole he’s trapped himself in?

How can he possibly explain that he agreed to be a single father, sacrificing his own happiness for the selfish whims of a woman who never even loved him?

You’re still the same; the same carefree eyes and attitude, same easygoing approach to everything life throws your way — such as meeting him again after years.

All of him has changed.

Chan can’t tarnish your colorful life, can’t sit before you and spill out his problems or grumble about the overwhelming loneliness in his life when he knows damn well that was a consequence of his own choices.

He wants nothing more than to be the same Chan he was in college. Creating life stories for strangers in dive bars with you, not caring about whether he’ll have enough money to pay the water bill next month, not having to bear the burden of something as precious as a human life depending solely on him.

It’s selfish, but he wants nothing more than to go back.

So he does.

“I actually still write songs, though it’s only a freelance thing,” he lies. He hasn’t written a single note in years. “Other than that, I’ve just been taking it day by day. Same as I’ve always done, I guess.”

And your eyes immediately light up — you’ve always loved his songs, after all. Your conversation flows much like it used to in the past after that, with you making witty jokes and Chan laughing loudly at them. You tell him you started working as an art teacher for the elderly when living off of commissions became impossible, and that you adore the stories they share about their younger years. They remind you of your own stories together, you admit with a genuine smile.

Your conversation is endless, continuing even as Chan walks you to your car in the empty parking lot. The night has grown colder, and the crescent moon gleaming in the sky above him almost feels like a sign that things will change for the better.

As you two stand in front of your car, a smile tugs at the corner of your lips. Ever the free soul, you ask him outright if he would like to come back to your place. There are no further implications hidden in your request beyond a hookup. Nothing’s ever heavy with you, every little thing always feeling light as a feather.

He says he would love to, but quickly excuses himself under the guise of calling his roommate about the spare key. Chan hurriedly calls Jisung as soon as he turns a corner in the parking lot, ensuring you won’t be able to hear him. It’s juvenile, the way he’s actually taking pleasure in almost creating a different version of himself — a version much closer to who he was when you were his, at least in some sense of the word. He’s a father, he should be responsible and dependable, but the weight of that role had been thrust upon him far too abruptly. He can’t be faulted for wanting to go back in time.

“Okay, I have no time to explain,” he blurts out as soon as Jisung picks up the phone. “Would it be too much to ask you to stay the night?”

Jisung chuckles at the other end of the line. “Damn, was the date that good?”

Chan ignores his sly comment, because yes, the date was everything he never thought it could be.

“I’ll be back first thing in the morning,” he assures him. “I’ll even pay you if you want. How much—”

“Hey, no need for that,” Jisung cuts him off. “You know I love looking after Hyerin.”

And the pang of guilt inside his chest at the mention of his daughter’s name almost knocks the air out of his lungs. He feels ashamed, as if he’s neglecting his daughter for a hookup, going after a fantasy that has long crumbled and faded away.

“How is she? Is she okay?” He asks, guilt washing over him like a wave. He hadn’t thought of his daughter for a second that entire night. “Did she cry at all? Did she notice I was gone for longer than I promised?”

Jisung calls out his name with a chuckle, prompting him to stop his rambling. “Relax. We painted each other’s nails, she did my makeup, had her dinner, and is now sleeping soundly after listening to another one of uncle Han’s phenomenal stories about frogs,” He details, causing a hearty laugh to fall from Chan’s lips at the image of Jisung’s face painted with Hyerin’s cheap children’s makeup. His friend then adds, “Go get laid, man.”

And so Chan hangs up the phone, all but running toward your figure waiting by your car. You smile at him, taking his hand and pulling him into a tight embrace. It’s the first time he holds you in almost five years, and he feels his dull world away from Hyerin slowly fill up with vibrant hues.

It takes you less than fifteen minutes to reach your apartment building, and Chan is thanking any higher power that might listen for that. The sheer anticipation of what is implied to happen once you two are alone together has him picking at his cuticles until it stings.

He’s nervous, to put it lightly. A couple of terrible drunken hookups in dingy motels after office gatherings were his only sexual encounters after Hyerin was born.

But once you’re standing in front of him in your living room, your eyes never leaving his even as you’re slipping off your heels, Chan knows you’re both equals in this playing field. 

He’s the one to pull you into a kiss, lips barely grazing against yours. But the feeling of finally kissing you again after so many years was like wildfire, consuming him wholly until the kiss turns feverish. His hand travels from your shoulders to your lower back, pulling you flush against his body. You hum against his lips, fingers clumsily undoing his buckle, and the prospect that you might be as eager as he is has him gripping the fabric of your dress.

Chan swears his vision goes black the moment your fingertips brush against his hardening erection, the feathery touch enough to make him sigh into your mouth.

A hand is pressed to his chest before he has the chance to think, and you’re pushing him backward until his back meets the wall. You immediately drop to your knees in front of him, leaning forward and nuzzling your face against his clothed cock.

“I missed you,” you whisper, hungry eyes looking up at him. “Don’t think I got to say that.”

Chan takes in the sight of you, memorizing and storing it in his mind alongside the countless images he already had of you on his knees for him. His fingers thread in your hair, your lips falling open with a sigh.

“I missed you too,” he professes. You have no idea how much.

With a smile, you quickly work his zipper open, pulling his jeans down his legs and pressing a wet kiss to his clothed erection. Chan feels your tongue lap at his member through his boxers, lips sucking around the head as your nails scrape the flesh of his thighs lightly.

It feels like you mouth at his length for hours, the light gray fabric of his boxers stained with your saliva and his precum, leaving Chan panting and tugging at your hair. You trail soft, wet kisses down his thigh while pushing his boxers out of your way, his cock already swollen and flushed. He’d be embarrassed for the way his body reacted so responsively to you if you weren’t also visibly as affected.

Your tongue circles his length languidly, lapping at a small bead of precum with a hum. Finally wrapping your lips around his tip, your tongue flicks teasingly beneath the head of his cock, Chan sucking in a deep breath and using his grip on your hair as leverage to pull you toward him. You almost obediently drop your jaw to slide his now fully hardened length into your mouth, your hand wrapping around the base as you begin to bob your head up and down his cock. Chan hisses your name when you relax your throat after a few passes, taking him fully into your pretty mouth, your nose brushing his pelvis.

“Fuck, you always looked so pretty like that,” Chan chokes out. “Pretty lips taking me so well.”

You groan at his words and the vibrations traveling along his shaft have Chan growling with a harsh tug of your hair, causing you to sputter as his cock hit the back of your throat. You seek purchase in his hips as tears prick the corner of your eyes. You’re unrelenting nonetheless, circling your tongue around him before pulling away, hands now sliding up his thigh before gently gliding over his balls. As you slowly lick from the base of his shaft all the way up to the sensitive tip, Chan’s gaze shifts down as he catches a glimpse of your thighs rubbing together. He feels himself twitch, and immediately pulls you away from him.

“Don’t wanna come like this, I need to fuck you,” he rasps out.

You stand back up, legs wobbly, and fumble with the buttons of his shirt while he slides your dress down your shoulders. Your movements are messy and filled with urgency, your breaths quickening as you both want nothing more than to strip away any form of barrier between you. Piling up five years of yearning will do that.

As your impatience reaches its peak, you tear open the last remaining buttons of his shirt, your nails grazing his skin as you slide the fabric down his shoulders. A wave of goosebumps travels across Chan’s body, and his hands abandon the task of removing your dress in favor of tracing the curve of your ass before picking you up off the floor.

“First door on the right,” you tell him, your words answering his unspoken thoughts as if you could read his mind. Chan nods, your proximity making it impossible for him not to press his lips to yours, tongue sliding over your bottom lip before licking into your mouth with a low hum.

He collides with a wall, missing the entrance to your bedroom by a hair’s breadth, and you giggle against his lips. Chan smiles back. Nothing’s ever heavy with you.

He lowers you onto the bed gently, his body instinctively slotting between your spread legs the way he did so many times before. You soon also wrap your thighs around his waist as you always did, pulling him closer until his cock is pressed up against your clothed pussy.

“Wanna ride you,” you tell him, grinding your hips forward and eliciting a quiet moan from Chan’s lips as he hastily nods. With a tight grip on your waist, he flips you both effortlessly.

Promptly sitting up on his thighs, you finally rid yourself of the inconvenient fabric of your dress, followed by your bra, your nipples instantly hardening. Chan sits up, eyes transfixed on your chest as his calloused thumbs trace the nubs before his lips circle around one, sucking harshly. As you gently roll your hips, he can feel the way your soaked panties cling to his skin as your core presses up against his thigh.

Your fingers tangle in his hair with a whimper, pushing his face into your breasts as he bites the sensitive skin. His lips leave your nipples with a wet sound, then trailing kisses up the column of your neck until his gaze is locked on yours again. He was dying to mark you, bite and suck on your skin until it blossomed into a beautiful maroon — but he knew better. You weren’t twenty anymore, and you weren’t his; in no sense of the word.

“I’m on the pill,” you tell him, eyes heavy with lust.

And he knows this is a terrible idea. This was exactly how he came to be a father.

But it’s not his mind that’s doing the thinking, and so he nods, his grip on your hips tightening as you pull your soaked panties to the side just enough to slide the swollen tip of his cock against your slick folds. Chan sucks in a breath, fighting a war against his own body not to come from this feeling alone. It wasn’t just how long it had been since he was with someone, it was you. It was all you. The effect you had always had on him having never faded, simply laying dormant until his body had you again.

Chan rests his forehead on yours as you slowly sink down on his length. His lips find your neck again, gently sucking the skin into his mouth as you slowly grind down on him, a whine falling from your lips and going straight to his cock. His hips buck up unwittingly, causing you to moan loudly in his ears. But your slow pace remains, and Chan knows he should savor this moment, but he wants nothing more than to fuck you into the mattress until he forgets every minor issue aggravating his brain.

Such as the fact that he knows you will leave his life again the second you find out he lied to you.

So his hands find your waist and he flips you down onto the mattress once more. His eyes bore into you as you suck in a breath.

“Fuck me,” you plead, hips grinding into his cock again. “I want it, please—”

Chan doesn’t waste another second, retreating only to plunge back harshly into your cunt. He moves with deep strokes, hips falling into an erratic rhythm, your nails digging into his back as your thighs clenched around his waist. All he can hear is static and your choked moans as he presses you into the mattress.

“Missed this so fucking much,” he groans against your ear. And finally succumbing to his desires, he bends down to suck and nibble on the delicate skin of your neck, mind too focused on how your walls squeeze around him to worry about marking you. He laps at the small bruises he leaves behind, your fingers tangling in his hair as you mewl.

You roll your hips, matching his rhythm, and Chan feels a familiar heat rise within him. He reaches down to glide small circles around your clit, your body jolting and squirming. He absentmindedly smiles against your skin.

After an entire night of pretending his life was the same as it was five years ago, fucking you required no acting.

“It’s too much, fuck,” you whimper, tugging him by the hair until your lips are crashing together in a sloppy kiss. Your walls tighten around him, body clenching as the tension finally snaps, your orgasm coursing through your shaking body as Chan growls into your parted lips.

He keeps fucking into you, until his hips meet yours one last time, and a low groan reverberates through the room. His cock twitches inside of you as his body stills, filling you with his warm release which leaked out of you and onto your sheets as he pulled out with a sigh.

Chan throws himself onto the mattress, labored breaths leaving his heavy lungs. He pulls you into his arms, and you melt into his embrace as if it were a habit. It’s as though he’s gone back in time, even if temporarily.

He feels like he’s simply a guy making love with the girl he adores in the familiar comfort of his dorm room again.

When the first rays of sunlight seeped into your room, Chan was already awake. He watched as you slept, eyelids fluttering and a small smile adorning your lips.

It was as if you were his, in every sense of the word.

Guilt.

That’s what Chan feels every time he sees Hyerin’s laughing face on his phone’s wallpaper when he’s out, entertaining the silly lie he crafted.

It’s been two months since you reconnected and you effortlessly slipped him back into your life. The reunion with his old friends was expected — but Chan dreaded it, regardless. He found that out of the nine people that once comprised their group, only five remained. He wasn’t the only one who had gone his own way.

But he was the only one who had done it in the worst way possible, carelessly ghosting every single one of them, hoping his existence gradually faded from their memories.

That made facing his once best friend frightening. Minho was the first friend he made on the very first day of university, when Chan walked into his dorm room only to find he had snuck his cat into the building.

They were roommates for two years, and best friends for four. Chan complained loudly when he was assigned a new roommate. Minho was silent as he watched his best friend turn his back on him with no explanation.

Minho initially ignored him entirely, and Chan doesn’t fault him. When his vibrant face turned cold upon seeing him walk into a bar, Chan knew he earned that the moment he decided to ignore his friend’s every text message and phone call. When Minho made backhanded remarks about how nice it felt to have him back in their group, he knew he deserved it for not answering the door the only time his friend came looking for him.

It takes a drunken argument leading to a fist colliding with Chan’s cheek for Minho to finally address him. It takes them being escorted out of the bar by security for them to finally have a conversation, tears and resentment flowing freely as they sat at a bus stop late at night. After that, their friendship returned to what it was before, as if they had never been apart even for a second.

Despite the years and the changes, Minho was still his best friend — which was why he was the only person he came clean to.

Hyerin loved Minho, especially his cats. Her new favorite pastime quickly became going over to his house to play with her new ‘friends’, as she called them. And Chan was overwhelmed with happiness to witness his best friend falling under his daughter’s spell — his house now containing its very own box filled with every toy Hyerin mentioned even once, his kitchen stocked with all her favorite foods, and his cats falling asleep beside her anytime they came over to visit.

It was as if he was watching his two worlds collide. His past and present, which he had separated out of a senseless fear, intertwined so effortlessly it made him feel stupid for ever thinking he needed to build this barrier. For assuming the people he loved so much would reject him.

Made him feel even worse for walking away in a futile attempt to protect his feelings, because it only resulted in more hurt.

After so much of his time spent wondering, Chan finally has the answer to his questions. Some of his friends did settle for an ordinary adult life, some already married and some focusing their energy solely on climbing the corporate ladder. Still, some remained relatively unchanged — much like you did.

His social life blossomed again after reconnecting with his old friends. However, he still refused to hire a nanny, too fearful to leave Hyerin to a stranger’s care, resulting in constantly having to come up with excuses when his parents aren’t able to babysit. He won’t deny that he often fabricated these lies purely because staying in with his daughter and watching Tangled now outweighs any appeal of noisy nightclubs.

Jisung remained his salvation whenever he wanted to spend the night at your place, with Chan slowly but surely running out of reasons as to why you can’t go to his apartment for a change. He hasn’t had the heart or the courage to tell you the entire truth yet, only owning up to his lie about his job after you understandably asked him to listen to his new music and he was put on the spot.

Ever since you walked back into his life, he finds himself weaving a web of little white lies that slowly chip away at his heart.

He’s at a small gathering for his friend’s birthday, listening to Minho all but eulogize his fiancee. They have been a couple since university, Chan playing the wingman and encouraging his friend to finally do something about his crush (mostly because he couldn’t handle any more of Minho’s whining before going to sleep). Despite what everyone around them surmised, they beat all the odds and statistics and stayed together even after university. Chan would be happier about that if he hadn’t bet money on them breaking up before graduation. He wonders if Hongjoong will ask for his twenty bucks now that they’re friends again. 

“No, really, settling down with someone is so good,” Minho says after another shot of Soju, a silly smile etched onto his lips. “I thought I would hate it, y’know? Thought slapping such a significant title on our relationship would wear it down, but it’s the complete opposite. Ever since she proposed, it’s like we’re two love-struck nineteen-year-olds again.”

Chan smiles, saying they should drink to that purely because he hopes the sensation of alcohol burning his throat will numb his overwhelming jealousy. After congratulating Minho for the umpteenth time, he finds himself listening to yet another story about his relationship.

And he’s happy for Minho, just as much as he’s happy for Wonwoo for getting married last year. He couldn’t express the overwhelming joy he felt upon discovering these people, who once meant so much to him, had successfully navigated their way through life. But envy rears its ugly head every time he listens to one of their stories, because Chan’s direction in life seems to be a winding road. He’s a father, and his love for Hyerin is immeasurable, but he’s still actively lying about this side of him simply because he feels as if maybe he made the right choices in life at the worst possible time.

As he’s walking out of Hongjoong’s apartment with you later that night, he wraps an arm around your waist, a smile spreading across his face when you nestle closer to him. You two discuss Wonwoo’s marriage, with you talking about how beautiful the ceremony was, but ultimately scowling at the mere thought of getting married. Chan feels the corner of his heart crack at your words, but he laughs it off.

“Do you think he wants kids?” he wonders aloud.

He expects you to laugh at his sudden curiosity. He doesn’t expect you to dig at the fissure in his heart with your words, causing it to shatter completely.

“Gosh, it’d be so weird to see.” You cringe, snuggling deeper into his arms as a chilly breeze brushes against you two. “I like kids, but I’d never have them myself. Feel like it’d kinda ruin my life.”

Chan feels his grip on your waist loosen.

“Having kids doesn’t ruin your life,” he reasons. “You’re given the chance to care for something so precious, so important to this world…” he trails off, shaking his head and taking a step away from you. It feels as if exasperation has filled his entire being. “You look into their eyes and see yourself, and it’s— the love you feel when you first see them is so pure and earth-shattering that you can’t think of anything but how to make that tiny being only experience the good in the world. It doesn’t ruin your life.”

You eye him with confusion, cocking your head to the side and huffing out a laugh. “You talk like you know what that’s like. If you ever have kids one day, then you’ll know—”

“But I do know,” he’s yelling before he can stop himself, his footsteps coming to a halt. “I know because I have that. I have that and it’s the most precious thing in my life and yet I’ve been taking it for granted. And for what?”

He scoffs bitterly, his gaze fixing on your features; your flushed cheeks and slightly smudged lipstick, the way your puzzled eyes gleam under the moonlight. He shakes his head. 

“For childish illusions. The illusion that I could go back in time if I pretended hard enough, the illusion that this romanticized idea I have of my early twenties was superior to the life I have now,” Chan lets out a heavy breath, averting his gaze to the pavement. “The illusion that I could ever have you.”

“So it’s my fault you chose to lie about being a dad?” You blurt out.

He doesn’t lift his head. He can’t, the burden of guilt and shame weighing too heavily on his shoulders for him to face you.

“It’s my fault. You were simply the catalyst.”

“What do you even mean?”

“I mean I’ve always felt this way,” he exasperates, finally lifting his head but keeping his gaze anywhere but on you. He’s a coward. “I’ve always felt like maybe I was too young to be a dad, too immature to fully understand the consequences of the choices I made. I don’t regret my daughter, but I certainly regret the timing, and this haunts me every day. Meeting you again just made these feelings worse because you represent everything about my past that I no longer have.”

You remain quiet for a beat, but it feels like an eternity as Chan is forced to endure the deafening ring of your silence.

When you finally speak, your voice is unsteady. “You know, that’s why I always figured it was for the best that you left.”

“What?” Chan turns his gaze toward your face at last, your words stomping on his scattered heart one last time. He expects anger, but sorrow has taken over your expression, one so heavy he doesn’t recall a single moment in the years he’s known you where he’s seen you like this.

“You were always like this, Chan. You might think you were a different person back then, but you said it yourself,” you shrug with a sullen chuckle. “It’s only an illusion.”

He hums, nodding his head as it dawns on him. “You were never gonna be mine, were you? No matter what I did. I lied to you because I thought you would never want someone like who I am today. But I guess that was all in vain, ‘cause I’ve always been like this.”

“You always talked about getting married, settling down, having kids.” As you run a hand through your hair, an exasperated sigh falls from your lips. “You went along with our bullshit, but even back then, you were always like the dad of our group. This has always been you, Chan, but that’s not a bad thing. Don’t think you need to change or lie about who you are ‘cause you’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met, but…”

He scoffs. “But?”

“But we’re too different. We’ve always been. We’re great together in every way but the way you want us to be — the way I would love for us to be as well,” you simply say, offering him a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“And would it kill you if we tried? ‘Cause this unfulfilled hope has been killing me since I first fell in love with you.”

“What’s her name?” You simply ask, avoiding his question altogether. Chan furrows his brows. “Your daughter, what’s her name?”

He shifts on his feet. “Hyerin.”

“I hope she knows how lucky she is to have you as a dad.”

Chan shakes his head. “I’m far from the perfect father.”

“Good,” you state matter-of-factly. “Perfect wouldn’t be you.”

You fall into a much lighter silence, although it’s still far from comfortable. A swarm of questions fills Chan’s mind, but his words fade into silence and die on his lips.

He knows everything is over when you suck in a sharp breath, muttering, “I can’t be what you need. When love becomes too serious, I feel trapped and run away. You know what that’s like,” you trail off. “I know we loved each other back then, and I know I still love you now, but I think it’s my turn to walk away. I’m sorry, Chan.”

And just like that, he’s left to watch your figure slowly grow smaller and smaller as you fade into the dimly lit street. You don’t reprimand him for lying or question if he also loves you still. You don’t explain why you can’t make an effort, probably because you’re unsure of the answer yourself. It turns out you both remained unchanged.

And after all this time, it’s only then that Chan realizes you were always just as lost as he was.

Chan didn’t allow himself to think much about you since he watched you walk away that night. He missed you often, as he had done for so long before your last encounter, but he had long grown numb to that feeling.

In the two years he was apart from you for the second time, he learned that life isn’t black or white. He could be a father while also being his own person; a son, a friend, a boyfriend. He learned that prioritizing Hyerin didn’t mean neglecting himself, as that would negatively impact her as well. She couldn’t only know happiness if her father was always dripping with sadness.

He learned he doesn’t have to choose between who he is now and who he was at twenty years old; they were both him, with certain moments bringing out glimpses of one or the other.

Hyerin started elementary school and is blossoming into a caring little girl, no longer needing Chan to tie her pigtails in the morning or remind her to brush her teeth before bed. Although she still demands that they maintain their nightly routine of lying together until she falls asleep to the sound of his voice singing her favorite song.

During his first parent-teacher conference — after walking into the classroom fifteen minutes late — he’s stunned to see you sitting across from him yet again, a pencil holding up your ponytail the same way it did that night at the restaurant. He couldn’t help the smile that spread on his lips.

You were Hyerin’s teacher. He recalled picking her up after her first day of school and listening to her gush over the art teacher who was so pretty and nice, and talking about how she wanted to be like her when she grows up.

It felt as if you were destined to find each other every time one of you chose to walk away.

Your friendship picked up again slowly this time — no rushing into bed together and no rushing into long overdue serious conversations. They had already been avoided for years, anyway, they could wait a bit longer. This is exactly what you needed; patience. Chan had never had the patience to wait for you, while you never had the patience to understand your own feelings.

It’s been ten months now, and he’s yet again sitting before you. The teachers and parents converse around you both as you sit in silence. When you think no one is watching, you exchange glances, struggling to suppress the silly smiles that insist on spreading across your faces.

As people leave the room one by one after the meeting, Chan approaches you.

“You’re Bang Hyerin’s father, correct?” You speak with a grin.

“Correct.”

“She’s an amazing kid,” you tell him.

He smiles, shifting his gaze toward his feet before his eyes find yours again as you speak.

“We could grab a coffee this weekend.”

This time, there are further implications hidden in your request. You’re not asking as a friend, like you’ve been doing these past months. Some things are heavy with you now, and this is something he’s only recently come to find. He’s also come to find that he loves that change.

So he answers, “Sure. Tomorrow at three?”

“Then I’m your date for tomorrow,” you say with a giggle. “See you there, cutie.”

And Chan lets out a hearty laugh at that, which earns him a scolding look from the other teachers in the room.

He isn’t sure what will come of this. Maybe you two are better off as friends and all it will take is a couple of months to figure that out. Maybe time has changed you both more than he can understand, and you will finally be able to try something real after all these years of unfulfilled hopes and childish illusions.

Either way, Chan knows he won’t let go of you this time.

He wants you to be his, in any sense of the word.

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[lovemepartly]

bf!sang-woo ✩ headcanons pt. 2

read part 1 here!

warnings: 18+, smut.

a/n: my man fr… also, spring break is next week so that means more time for me to write!! 🤗

sfw ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

• sang-woo loves spending time with you. your presence was what attracted him to you in the first place, and sometimes quiet moments with you are more than enough. even if neither of you are talking and you’re just laying on his chest while his fingers absentmindedly run through your hair or trace patterns in your skin, he savors these moments with you. 

• sang-woo is a very good listener. he remembers literally everything about you - even things you don’t remember telling him. you might mention something in passing, casually bringing it up, and he’ll mention it to you months later. if you tell him that a certain dress or pair of shoes caught your attention, he will remember the exact kind you like (and yes, he also knows your dress and shoe size) and will gift it to you. 

• although sang-woo is a good listener, he’s not the best at communicating. because of this, he tends to write you a lot of cards. it’s kind of old-fashioned of him, but you love it. on anniversaries and your birthday, he’ll give you a letter that’s multiple pages long with a neat penmanship that reflects his personality. 

• when he goes on long business trips, he’ll sometimes give you a card (that you’re not allowed to open until he leaves, because if you do, his face will turn a bright red and he’ll be mortified) in which he finds a million different ways to tell you that he love you and already misses you.

• even though sang-woo is bad with his words, you make it easier for him. when you first met him, he was cold and bad at expressing his feelings. as the two of you have been dating for longer, he definitely eases up and will occasionally share things about his past with you. 

• sang-woo can get pretty jealous. he tries to be rational and logical about these feelings, reminding himself that you would never do anything - yet, it sometimes still gets to him. these feelings of jealousy can often lead to him being controlling over you, such as when he tries to tell you what to wear on a night out or expressing distaste at you going out with your friends for the night. it’s things like these that typically cause arguments between the two of you, but sang-woo is usually good at recognizing his faults and apologizing to you. 

• when sang-woo comes home after a long day at work, you’re the first person he runs to. as aforementioned, your presence is enough to calm him down and sometimes - despite his tough front - he just needs to be in your arms and let himself relax. 

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• when work really gets to him, sang-woo will take out his frustrations on you. he becomes rougher in those days and weeks, using you to destress. 

• intelligence is a huge turn-on for him. despite always being genuinely interested in what you say, when you talk to him about your work or casually comment a witty fact to him, he thinks it’s the hottest thing ever. 

• sang-woo likes it when you’re loud. he likes to know that he can make you scream and whimper his name; he likes knowing that he has that kind of effect on you. it also affirms to him that you’re enjoying whatever he’s doing, and that makes it better. 

• he’s learned to read your body - the way you twitch or whimper or how your breath hitches when he touches that one sensitive spot - and he’ll remember it. 

• sang-woo likes to leave marks on you - but only on intimate places. he’ll suck hickeys on your tits and inner thighs. sometimes, if he gets especially rough, his fingers will leave lasting marks on your hips and waist. 

• that being said, sang-woo is actually a very gentle lover. he never wants to hurt you or make you uncomfortable - and part of learning how to read your body comes from that. after he cleans you up, he’ll get in the shower with you and gently wash your hair. his hands will delicately trace any marks he left and he’ll whisper, “i didn’t hurt you, right?” when you shake your head no, he’ll smile softly and lean in to kiss you on the lips gently. “good.”

[missglaskin]

Yandere Coriolanus Snow (Romantic) would include:

Tags: fem/Capitol!reader, implied naive!reader, toxic relationship, manipulativeness, lovesick!Coryo, controlling, possessive behavior, isolation, implied forced marriage, Coriolanus is his own warning, messy writing

Coriolanus harbors an insatiable desire for possession and control. This desire towards control was woven into the fabric of his very being through the childhood he had. The war took both his parents, leaving him, Tigress, and his grandmother to lose all their prestige and wealth. The only thing that remained was his name. For Coriolanus, control was needed, after all, survival hinges on the relentless pursuit of ambition. In his world, love itself is entangled with the need for control-a vessel through which he can only claim you for himself.

Coriolanus possesses a distinctive charm; able to tailor himself to align with your virtues and inclinations. Able to don many faces - a devoted son striving to make his family proud, a diligent student who gets along well with his classmates and has the praise of his teachers, a trustworthy and loyal friend. It’s no different to you; he may begin as a stranger, but he can and will integrate himself into your friend group, becoming an acquaintance to a dear friend, and perhaps, evolving into something more.

You spark an internal conflict within Coriolanus. A part of him resents how you seem to have a hold on him. In moments when you hand him something, and he can feel the brush of your fingers against his; fighting the urge to stroke them. Or in crowded hallways, where you accidentally bump into him, apologizing but it falls on deaf ears, where his mind is consumed with a desire to to hold your body against his. You make him lose control, the control he works so hard to maintain. 

Many times, he tried to convince himself that he wasn't in too deep, it only takes time for these feelings to pass. He can think of more beautiful girls in the academy, ones who are more intelligent, resourceful, and undoubtedly wealthier than you. But yet, he’s the first to notice when you walk into the room. how his ears seem to instinctively seek the sound of your voice, and as he turns, he always knows where to find you.

He would, at least in the beginning, never openly display his interest in you. If there’s one thing Coriolanus never wants to seem, is desperate. But the second your name is mentioned in a conversation, ever the opportunist, he’ll try to gather every little detail. Most of his discoveries come from watching you, attentively listening to your inputs during class, noting where you spend your time, observing your food preferences. 

He pays close attention to how you style yourself - everyone has a dress code, but where you choose to place your pins, how you tuck in your shirt, how you style your hair are the little details, not many notice. He will be sure to make a mention when you make any changes; savoring a moment of triumph when you claim he’s the first to notice.

A constant aspect of Coriolanus is his unrelenting judgment and scrutiny. He holds the belief that he can lead you to become the best version of yourself, someone who understands your needs better than anyone else, even you. He can’t help but think how you’re wasting your future spending time with students who seem to lack any ambition or dedication to their studies. How you’re too ‘kind’ allowing others to walk over you, and besides other male students will get the wrong idea. 

You’re not even together, yet everything you do appears to reflect on him. Even when he tries to keep up with your interests and hobbies, he wears a disapproving frown upon discovering your penchant for romance books. He’ll of course read them, but can’t help but lament over how you should delve into more scholarly literature. He reassures himself in due time that he’ll implement all those necessary changes in you, molding you into the person he envisions you should be.

Coriolanus knows what his end goal is; to have you by his side; bound to him and what other conventional means to achieve this than through marriage. A bit of that also aids into his desperation in his pursuit of the Plinth prize. Knowing he cannot bring you to his home or shower you with extravagant gifts, he makes do with the cakes Tigris makes or the white roses of his grandmother. 

He could thank Tigris for suggesting places he can take you, creating excuses for the long walks; he merely wants to engage in conversations away from everyone to understand you better. Coriolanus also takes deliberate steps to become acquainted with your parents, showing impeccable manners during the few meetings. His goal is in the hopes that your parents push you towards him, after all, nearly everyone around you anticipates something to come from your interactions.

Even when you finally become his, it fails to calm the intense storm of jealousy that rages within him. Coriolanus is a man who meticulously weighs the benefits and costs of every action, he believes there’s a reason behind everything you do. In the initial stages of the relationship, he is determined not to reveal that ugly side of his, like everything else it’s all tied to his need of control.

Coriolanus is a man who cannot be left alone with his thoughts. Otherwise he’ll rethink every interaction you’ve had, from how you greeted that one person in the morning with such gleefulness. Are you happier to see them than him? How you placed a hand on someone’s shoulder while sharing a laugh at what he deems a childish joke.

Even the mere mention of past relationships triggers anger in him; he wants to be the first to claim every aspect of you. Unbeknownst to you, even casually mentioning them is signing their death warrant. Their name becomes etched in his memory with plans to be rid of them, especially during his days of presidency.

Coriolanus consistently seeks out boundaries to push, careful to appear that he’s not making demands but rather that he’s looking out for you. He wants you to take his input as truth. When Coriolanus compliments on how red looks good on you, he anticipates seeing it incorporated the next time he sees you. If your hair is long enough, he comments on how it beautifully frames your face when pulled up. He’ll make a comment on how you shouldn’t slouch, resisting a smile at how quickly you heed to his words. 

The day Coriolanus returned from his time at the district, something had changed. He made a promise to return, pressing a searing kiss to your lips and made you promise in return to wait for him no matter how many years it took. True to his word, he has returned with you being his his first stop after Ghul of course. He was still Coriolanus, though no longer did he have his boyish blonde curls and time of training made his muscles defined through his uniform of duty. 

The change became apparent when he became the Plinth’s family heir. No longer did he need to do with the little he had. Bringing you into the Snow mansion and the simple trinkets have turned into luxury. Your wardrobe has already been chosen for you and  filled to the brim, taking notice of how most of its colors are crimson, white-pearled and arctic. Many had intricate patterns, adorned with roses etched into the fabric, complemented by grand rose pins. 

It's advised to acclimate to the Mansion, to embrace it as your new home as that’s where you’ll spend most of your time. Coriolanus isolates you, he now has the power to turn every one of your friends against you and in return, he comforts you, reminding you of his earlier warnings on how your friends seemed indifferent to your well-being. Your visits and calls to your family dwindle as Coriolanus no longer sees a need to remain in their good graces. After all, you are now his wife, a member of the Snow family. 

With your servants and cooks, clear instructions are given; to not speak with you unless it’s relaying a message directly from your husband. If you persistently attempt to speak with them or worse befriend them, they are likely to be replaced. In worse circumstances, if they attempt anything that Coriolanus deems as traitorous, they may be subjected to becoming an Avox; a lesson not only for them but for you as well. 

He, of course, allows you to accompany him to galas; public appearances are deemed necessary; portraying him as a loving husband (a role he genuinely believes in) and you, as a devoted wife. During public appearances, every action is done with caution. Not only are you a reflection of him and the Snow name, but you also soon will become the future lady of Panem. 

You were allowed to be alone with two people only, at least initially; his grandmother and Tigris. It’s unsure if his grandmother notices her grandson’s behavior, still she’ll only speak praises of him. Repeating how fortunate you are to have him as a husband, to marry into their family.

Tigris on the other hand, offers a semblance of solace. She treats you well, yet beneath her kindness, sometimes you discern a glance of sadness, almost pity. Sometimes, she questions if you’re being treated well and you respond with what you’ve been practiced to say. And despite her skepticism, she never presses further, as if understanding that doing so might jeopardize any possibility of being alone with you ever again. 

Coriolanus revels in returning home to you. In his eyes, he believes he has attained everything he desired: the restoration of his family's name to its past glory, the regaining of its respect and prestige. How close he’s to be able to reside over Panem, and finally, having you.

Although you might think he doesn’t notice, he does. He notices how you gaze out of the window, your attempts to reason with him, how you do all you can do to make his day better when wanting your usual favors. He notices the concealed frown when the topic of children is mentioned. He knows when you lie. A promise later on, that he made you swear to never break. 

But he also notices that despite knowing what he has done. Years and years of marriage no longer allow secrets to be concealed. You’re keenly aware of all those who’ve gone missing, including a politician who you recall foolishly making a pass at you. The sores on his lips tell of all those moments you’re never allowed to attend.

Yet, you remain by his side. Perhaps you’ve fully accepted the man he always was - a monster not one that he has become, but who he always was. Even when watching the hunger games, even when you have to stand by him and greet each child you know are sending to their death. Or perhaps in a twisted form of love that mirrors his own, you’ve grown to love him. 

Over the years, there have been moments when you questioned if you were truly safe even with decades of marriage and giving him children who in turn gifted you with grandchildren. However, as you gaze at the man whose youthful looks have faded, who still greets you with a kiss to your hand just as he did in your younger days, you find a sense of security - for now.

[fuckmycrane]

Close Enough — Neil Lewis.

— CW: 18+, smut. Masturbation. Neil is a little pervert panties stealer. | word count: 1k. [Not proofread!]

— a/n: Thank you to everyone in the discord server who helped me, like I want to kiss you all religiously. I love Neil being a pervert, so I'll definetly will continue this legacy.

Best friends don’t do this, or at least that is what Neil thinks as he stares at the pair of dirty underwear in his hand.

His knee bounces anxiously, gulping and running his hands through his hair— everything about this is wrong, the reasoning behind his actions, the stealing, the straining bulge against slacks… everything is bad. 

A little voice inside his head rings like a broken record. 

“This isn't what best friends do”

Yet, the yearning is burning his skin, his soul, and the thought of having you so close to him in such a secret, borderline perverted way, works wonders to wash away the guilt, while his fingers pop open the button of his pants. 

He stands up, almost hesitantly. Kicking off his worn sneakers, he keeps your panties in his hand while the other struggles to drag down his pants and push them aside with his foot. He doesn't own a full-length mirror, but the small rectangular mirror in his dresser will work just fine. Neil stares at his reflection, and what does he see?

A whore.

The same feeling of guilt returns when he removes his blue checkered boxers, staring at his hard cock twitching against his flat abdomen. He is about to do... something… something. He slides your panties on slowly, testing the waters. They fit tight, and when he reaches his thighs the fabric is starting to stretch out. Struggling with his narrow hips, Neil exhales shakily pondering his actions once again. Best friends don’t do this— But he does. 

Your underwear fits tight, the elastic digs into the freckled skin of his hips and it comes to a point where he can differentiate his reflection from the porn magazines he had seen in the drug store near the video store. Neil’s fingers trace his abdomen and hook slightly at his belly button, the faint patch of hair guiding down his navel to the confines of your underwear. His cock is painfully visible, his leaky head peaks from below the cream fabric— he feels so dirty.

And so hot at the same time.

Neil bites his lips as his index finger traces the outline of his length, he lets himself savor the sensation, not sure when he will experience such pleasure again. His balls barely fit the pair, squeezing them upwards and leaving him breathless, his blue eyes stay glued to his reflection. 

He is aware that if he tries to move or stretch the fabric will probably rip, which would be difficult to explain— Getting rid of his shirt, he cups his crotch with his palm while his free hand reaches for his chest, pinching his rosy nipple causing him to thrust his hips forward. A soft pant cascades down his lips, erotic, perverted. Neil continues teasing himself for at least five more minutes until his abdomen is glistening with the constant precum leaking from his cock and smearing it all over himself with every twitch, until both of his nipples are so hard they hurt. Practically edging himself at this point, he rubs his length against the heel of his palm with a strained groan, closing his eyes and hanging his head. The sick pleasure he is experiencing from slutting himself out is too much to even allow the remorse to come back. His legs are wobbly and could give up at any second, but he doesn’t cease his movements, in fact, he speeds his rubbing, stopping for a brief moment to caress the pinkish tip with his thumb and hissing from the raw stimulation. Neil knows he won’t last long, and a reasonable thought would be to take these off, hide them, damn, even return them— but no— he is out of reasonable thoughts.

Desperately, he hooks both thumbs on the elastic and yanks your panties off his hip, ignoring the faint sound of the stitches tearing at his sides; His cock bounces slightly, urging a sigh of relief as he wraps his right hand around the base, and begins to slide it up and down vigorously. Your panties cup his balls, absorbing his sweat and no doubt, keeping the musky scent of his crotch. He is jerking off faster than usual as if he was trying to speed up the process, but he is just that needy and horny and… 

What would you think? 

What would you say?

Neil imagines you walking in, gasping, cursing. Asking him if he is that much of a sick pervert, and lowkey? He is. He wants you to call him names, laugh at him, mock him for acting like a bitch in heat at the mere sight of your dirty pair of underwear laying on top of the laundry basket, so tempting and alluring he couldn’t help but grab them and stuff them in his jeans pockets when you weren’t watching. He imagines you yelling at him to take them off and plugging the fabric inside his mouth to stop his sobs and apologies.

Bringing his hand to his mouth he spits on his palm, dragging the saliva up and down and moaning weakly at the feeling. He is cumming, he is so close, he is— Neil’s knees give up and he sits at the edge of his bed, the mattress sinking under his weight. His feet are shaking and his toes curl at the immense delight. The wet sound of his obscene jerking is embarrassing, making Neil blush and gasp, This is bad, this is so bad, this is so disrespectful to you, to your friendship— he can no longer see his naughty act in the mirror on the dresser, he can only see his face. Those parted lips, watery eyes, and flushed cheeks. Leaning one hand to support himself, he curls, just in time for his cock to twitch one last time and give up, orgasming for dear life. His fingers tighten around his throbbing dick, spurring and prolonging his climax, closing his eyes shut to not see the ropes and spurts of hot, sticky cum that stain his thighs, his abdomen, and your underwear.

Laying on his back, he stares at the ceiling, watching the fan go round and round while he catches his breath. Draping an arm over his face, Neil groans in frustration, biting his forearm and cursing himself because, once again, he succumbed to his dirty fantasies. 

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Nanami Kento x Gender Neutral Reader

No use of Y/N

Warnings: none! (let me know if you see any)

Nanami Kento sighed as he glanced at the time on his watch. 11:43 PM. The day had dragged on far longer than expected. Exorcizing curses was not the part of the job that bothered him—it was the endless cycle, the bureaucratic nonsense, the meetings with sorcerers and superiors who made his life more complicated than necessary. He had been looking forward to a quiet evening, but fate had other plans. 

His walk home was quiet, the streets dimly lit by the glow of street lamps. A light drizzle had begun, and though Nanami didn’t mind it, he pulled his collar up higher. The faint sound of the rain was calming in contrast to the chaos of his day.

When he finally reached his apartment door, he paused for a moment, feeling the weight of his exhaustion settle in. A soft click as he turned the key, and the door creaked open into the darkness of his apartment. He stepped inside, kicking off his shoes and loosening his tie with a sigh of relief.

The lights were off, but a small lamp in the corner of the living room flickered on as he entered. You were there, curled up on the couch with a blanket wrapped around you. The soft glow of the lamp reflected off the pages of the book you were reading, but your eyes lifted the moment you heard him come in.

"You're late," you said, though there was no accusation in your voice—just a quiet understanding. You had come to expect nights like this when the work demanded more than anyone else would ever understand.

Nanami nodded, running a hand through his hair. "Long day," he replied, his voice low and tired. He made his way over to the couch, sitting down next to you with a quiet groan as he leaned back. He didn’t say much else—he didn’t need to. You knew him well enough by now to know that words were not always necessary.

You placed your book aside and shifted closer to him, draping the blanket over both of you. Your warmth was a welcome comfort, and Nanami closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the rare moment of peace. The rain outside had picked up, but inside, everything felt calm and still.

"You didn't have to wait up for me," he murmured, though he was grateful that you had.

"I know," you replied softly, resting your head on his shoulder. "But I wanted to."

Nanami allowed himself a rare smile, small but genuine. Moments like this reminded him why he kept going, despite the toll the job took on him. There was always something worth coming home to.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible as he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you in closer.

And for that brief moment, all the burdens he carried seemed a little lighter. 

Nanami sat in silence for a moment longer, letting the tension in his body gradually ease. But as much as he was grateful for the peace, he didn’t want the night to revolve around his exhaustion. With a quiet sigh, he glanced down at you, noticing how comfortable you looked snuggled up beside him.

"You always hear about my days," he said softly, his voice warm despite the fatigue. "How was yours? Did anything interesting happen?"

You looked up at him, surprised that he had the energy to ask, especially given how worn out he seemed. But that was typical of Nanami—always considerate, always making sure to check on you despite his own burdens.

"It was good," you replied, adjusting your position slightly so you could face him more comfortably. "Work was busy as usual. They brought in some new exhibits at the aquarium today, so there was a lot of preparation. The penguins were especially active, which made things... interesting."

Nanami’s brow lifted slightly, and a faint smile tugged at his lips. "Penguins, huh? Did they cause trouble?"

You chuckled, shaking your head. "They have a way of making everything a little chaotic. But it was fun. We had a lot of kids visiting, and you know how excited they get when the penguins start waddling around. It kept me on my toes, but I don’t mind."

"I can imagine." Nanami’s voice was soft, but there was a hint of amusement in it. He always admired how much passion you put into your work, even when it meant long days on your feet. "Sounds like you had quite the adventure today."

"Yeah, but nothing compared to what you deal with," you teased lightly, giving his arm a gentle nudge.

Nanami shook his head slightly, dismissing the comparison. "Your work is important too. Probably more peaceful, though," he added with a faint chuckle. "At least you don’t have curses interrupting your day."

"True," you agreed, then smiled thoughtfully. "Though sometimes I think the penguins have their own kind of mischief magic."

That earned a low chuckle from him, and you could see the tension easing from his shoulders. It wasn’t often that he laughed or let himself relax like this, but when he did, it always felt special.

As the conversation lulled, Nanami reached up to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face. "I’m glad you had a good day," he said quietly, his eyes soft as he gazed at you. "I don’t say it often, but... it makes me happy to come home to this. To you."

The sincerity in his voice made your heart swell. He wasn’t the type to be overly expressive, but when he did open up like this, it meant the world.

"I'm happy you're home too, Kento," you whispered back, leaning into his touch.

For a moment, the exhaustion of the day melted away entirely, leaving just the two of you, wrapped in warmth and the comfort of each other’s presence. Whatever the world outside held for tomorrow, tonight, in this quiet space, all was well.

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ASTROLOGY SONG ANALYSIS of hittaammin hautaan by Nelli Matula. What astrological things I think most resonate with the song.

Taurus Moons seek comfort and security in their lives. They find solace in routine and the familiar, which aligns with the song's portrayal of a desire to stay put amid the chaos of life. The line “I'm not in a hurry anymore” reflects the Taurus Moon's innate ability to reject societal pressures to rush and instead cherish the present. This placement encourages individuals to savor life's simple pleasures, much like the singer who finds happiness in following clouds and enjoying the moment without the weight of urgency.

The Taurus Moon's connection to the material world and aesthetic beauty allows individuals to appreciate their surroundings deeply. The song's imagery of colors returning to the world symbolizes a renewed appreciation for life, much like a Taurus Moon cherishes beauty and comfort in their environment. This placement thrives on the idea of being present, as seen in the lyrics that celebrate the small joys of life—whether it’s a message from friends or simply the warmth of being in someone’s lap.

Another aspect of the Taurus Moon is its resistance to societal expectations and the pressure to conform to fast-paced lifestyles. The repeated refrain of “You can run, whoever runs, gets a medal around the neck” highlights a sense of detachment from conventional success metrics. Taurus Moons often prioritize their own journey and well-being over external validation, making the song's message resonate even more. The singer's contentment with going “slower to the grave” exemplifies this attitude, emphasizing that fulfillment comes from within rather than from the external accolades society often glorifies.

Individuals with a Pisces Moon often have a deep emotional understanding and a tendency to dream. This placement is known for its sensitivity and intuition, as well as a desire to escape the hustle and bustle of everyday life. The song’s lines about following clouds and feeling at peace with the idea of moving slowly resonate with the Piscean inclination toward introspection and emotional depth. The dreamy quality of Pisces allows one to appreciate the beauty in stillness, aligning with the song's themes of finding solace amid chaos.

Libra Risings are known for their appreciation of beauty, harmony, and balance in life. They often seek to create a peaceful environment and can be influenced by social dynamics, making them acutely aware of the pressures of societal expectations. The message of not rushing and enjoying the moment speaks to the Libran desire for balance and harmony, as they often prefer to take their time to ensure that everything is aesthetically and socially pleasing. This placement embodies the essence of appreciating the present and resisting the urge to conform to the fast-paced world around them.

Those with a Sagittarius Moon are inclined toward freedom, adventure, and a philosophical approach to life. The carefree attitude expressed in the song mirrors the Sagittarius desire to live life on their own terms, often resisting external pressures. The notion of running toward a “best time” while simultaneously choosing to “stay put” reflects the inner conflict many Sagittarians face; they crave exploration yet value their personal journey and understanding of life. This duality captures the essence of seeking meaning while embracing a slower pace.

NOW ONTO ANALYZING FROM AN ASTROLOGICAL PERSPECTIVE ABOUT THE COLORS PINK AND GREY THAT ARE USED IN THE MUSIC VIDEO.

Grey is often associated with neutrality, balance, and practicality. In astrology, this color resonates strongly with the sign of Capricorn. Capricorns are known for their disciplined, responsible, and grounded nature. They embody a sense of stability and are not easily swayed by external pressures, much like the narrator in the song who expresses a desire to stay put and take life slowly.

The lyrics emphasize a rejection of the rush and a contentment with moving slowly, mirroring the Capricorn trait of valuing long-term goals over immediate gratification. This connection highlights how the energy of grey reflects a certain calmness and resilience in the face of life’s pressures, allowing individuals to appreciate the present moment rather than racing toward an uncertain future.

Aquarius, a sign known for its innovative and independent spirit, also is associated with the color grey. Aquarians often embrace a different perspective on life, which allows them to navigate the world with a sense of detachment. The song’s themes of observing life rather than actively participating in the frantic rush resonate with the Aquarian trait of valuing individuality and unique experiences.

Pink symbolizes love, compassion, and emotional warmth. This color is associated with the signs of Taurus and Libra, both ruled by Venus, the planet of love and beauty. Taurus embodies sensuality and an appreciation for life’s pleasures, which reflects the song's emphasis on enjoying the moment and finding happiness in simple experiences.

The lyrics express a desire to connect with friends and enjoy life without the burden of worry, resonating with the Taurus inclination to savor comfort and beauty. The line “I can fall asleep on your lap” exemplifies the nurturing and affectionate qualities associated with Taurus, emphasizing the importance of emotional connections in finding contentment.

Libra, known for its pursuit of harmony and balance in relationships, also aligns closely with the color pink. The song’s themes of companionship and the celebration of shared moments reflect Libra's desire for harmonious connections. The insistence on taking time to enjoy life rather than compete for accolades echoes Libra's preference for cooperation over competition.

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Why Restaurant Reviews Matter in Today's Dining Culture

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While every dining experience is personal, patterns in reviews often reveal the truth. If multiple people praise a restaurant’s pasta dish or consistently complain about long wait times, those repeated details are worth noting. Focus less on one-off remarks and more on trends that span across multiple reviews.

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A 5-star rating might look appealing, but what lies in the details? Some high ratings come from customers impressed by décor, while others may focus on food quality. Likewise, a one-star rating could result from a single bad interaction, not the entire dining experience. When browsing restaurant reviews, search for thoughtful write-ups that mention taste, ambiance, pricing, and service specifics.

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Restaurants evolve—menus change, management shifts, and chefs come and go. A review from two years ago may not reflect the current standard. Prioritize recent reviews to ensure you’re basing your decision on the restaurant’s present-day quality.

4. Let the Photos Do the Talking

Most review platforms allow diners to upload images, which can be more revealing than words. Seeing the food presentation, table setup, and portion size can help confirm or challenge what's written in the review. If a dish looks sloppy but is praised in writing, you may want to think twice.

5. Be Wary of Generic Praise

Watch out for vague or suspiciously glowing reviews. If a review simply says “Amazing place! Great food!” without context, it may not offer real insight. In contrast, authentic restaurant reviews often detail what was ordered, how it tasted, and how the overall experience felt. Look for authenticity, not just positivity.

The Value of Honest Opinions

Restaurant reviews are essentially shared dining diaries—real customers sharing real experiences. When interpreted carefully, they offer valuable guidance that can save you from a disappointing dinner or introduce you to a local gem.

By learning how to read between the lines, you turn everyday reviews into reliable tools for planning meals and outings. It's not just about trusting the crowd, but about understanding what the crowd is really saying.

Trust the Voices, But Use Your Own Judgment

As helpful as reviews can be, the final choice is yours. Tastes differ, and what one diner loved, another may not. Use restaurant reviews as a compass, not a command. Read smartly, dine wisely, and let every meal be an adventure worth savoring.

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Unspoken Understanding

As the days passed, Julian began to settle into the quiet rhythm of his new life. There were no reservations to prepare for, no critics to impress, no investors scrutinizing his every move. He had the freedom to cook whatever he wanted, and for the first time in years, he was cooking without expectation. There was an odd relief in it, though he was hesitant to acknowledge that feeling.

It felt almost like betrayal—this sense of peace. For so long, his life had been dictated by the relentless pursuit of perfection. Every plate that left his kitchen was a statement, a reflection of his ambition, his discipline, his worth. The idea of cooking without stakes, without validation, was foreign to him. If no one was judging the meal, did it even matter? Did he still matter? He wasn't sure he liked the answer.

Adele never asked him what he planned to make. She wasn't picky, and she had made that clear early on. She enjoyed most meals but disliked anything overly spicy, olives, and mushrooms. Other than that, she left everything up to him. The lack of direction, which once would have unnerved him, now felt oddly liberating.

He noticed small things—how she enjoyed simple flavors, how she never rushed through meals, how she seemed content just to let him do what he did best. It was strange to have this much autonomy, but the absence of pressure allowed him to appreciate cooking in a way he hadn't in years. Still, there was a quiet war within him.

If he wasn't chasing the next great dish, the next accolade, what was he doing? What was left of him?

His initial discomfort with not being the provider still lingered, but it had dulled in the peacefulness of Adele's home. The space, the quiet, and the lack of expectations had given him something he never realized he needed: time.

Time to breathe, to reflect, to exist without purpose for a while. But that, too, was unnerving. His life had been dictated by purpose—one so consuming that he wasn't sure who he was without it. He told himself this was temporary, that he was only here until he figured out his next step. But with each passing day, he wasn't so sure.

In the mornings, he woke early, out of habit more than necessity. The house was silent, save for the faint rustling of trees outside. He padded into the kitchen, the familiar weight of a knife in his hand grounding him in a way he couldn't quite explain. He experimented, trying things he had never had time for before.

Sometimes he kneaded dough for fresh bread, other times he tested out combinations of flavors he had never dared to serve in his restaurant. There was no fear of failure here—no looming presence to judge the results. If a dish didn't turn out, he simply moved on.

And yet...

The absence of scrutiny felt both freeing and hollow. He had spent so long proving himself that he had forgotten what it felt like to simply create.

Adele always ate what he prepared, and not out of politeness. She enjoyed food in a way that was quiet but appreciative. She didn't critique, didn't suggest changes, didn't ask for adjustments. She simply ate, savoring each bite. It was a foreign experience for him—to cook without the expectation of performance, without the need to impress. And yet, a part of him braced for critique, for the moment when she would push the plate away and say, "This isn't right."

But she never did. And that terrified him.

At night, after dinner, they sometimes sat in comfortable silence. He would linger in the kitchen, cleaning up, and she would settle in the living room with a book. The television was rarely on. Music played softly on occasion, something unobtrusive, barely there.

The quiet was strange, but not unwelcome. He had never realized how much noise his life used to have—orders being shouted, knives clattering, the constant hum of expectation pressing down on him. Here, the quiet wasn't suffocating. It was... peaceful. But how long could he allow himself to enjoy it before it slipped away? Before he ruined it, like he ruined everything else?

Adele watched Julian closely, though not intrusively. There was a change in him, small but noticeable. He wasn't as tense. The furrow in his brow wasn't as deep. He moved through the kitchen with less hesitation, more instinct. She never told him what to make, and she suspected he was surprised by that. It wasn't that she didn't care—she just didn't feel the need to dictate. Besides, she trusted him in this regard, even if he didn't quite trust himself yet.

She had her preferences, of course��no spicy food, no olives, no mushrooms—but otherwise, she ate whatever he prepared without question. It seemed to ease him, this freedom. It gave him something to focus on without pressure, a way to engage with the world at his own pace. But she also sensed something else beneath the surface.

A wariness. A fear of settling in too deeply. As if he believed this quiet life was something he wasn't allowed to have.

She made sure he was comfortable in other ways, too, though she did so subtly. A warm blanket left out when the evenings grew colder. A quiet presence when he seemed lost in thought. She didn't push. She didn't demand. But she hoped, in time, he would let her in just a little more.

Sometimes she watched him when he didn't realize it. The way his hands moved when he prepared ingredients—measured, precise, yet almost absentminded. There was a grace to it, a quiet elegance in the way he interacted with food. He still carried tension, still held something in his shoulders that refused to fully relax, but there was a softness emerging, a gradual unwinding of something tightly coiled within him.

She wondered if he noticed the way he was changing. How he lingered a little longer in the mornings, how his movements had lost that rigid edge of control. How he was beginning to find small moments of peace in the simplicity of their daily routine. He didn't speak much about himself, and she didn't pry, but she listened—to the way his voice shifted when he talked about food, to the rare instances when he allowed himself to express something close to contentment.

One evening, after dinner, he surprised her. He lingered in the kitchen even after everything was cleaned, a thoughtful expression on his face. "You don't really ask for anything," he said eventually, his voice quiet, as if the realization had just occurred to him.

She looked up from where she was seated, tilting her head slightly. "Should I?"

He exhaled a small breath, something almost like a chuckle, but not quite. "Most people do."

"I'm not most people."

He studied her for a moment, then nodded, accepting the answer for what it was. He didn't press further, and she didn't push him to. But something in the air between them shifted slightly—not dramatic, not immediate, but a step forward nonetheless.

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When it comes to pristine beaches in Phuket, there’s one destination that stands out above the rest for Shaun Stenning — Raya Island (Koh Raya). As a passionate traveler and an advocate for the beauty of Phuket, Shaun has explored many of the island’s incredible beaches, but Raya Island holds a special place in his heart. Let’s dive into what makes this secluded paradise his favorite beach.

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Raya Island, located just off the coast of Phuket, offers a peaceful retreat away from the busy tourist spots. Shaun’s love for Raya Island lies in its unspoiled nature and serene environment. While many parts of Phuket have become bustling hubs of activity, Raya Island remains a haven of calm, providing the perfect setting for those looking to escape the crowds and enjoy a tranquil day by the sea.

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One of the standout features of Raya Island is its crystal-clear waters, making it a paradise for those who enjoy snorkeling and swimming. Shaun is particularly fond of the vibrant coral reefs that surround the island, home to diverse marine life. Whether it’s swimming alongside tropical fish, exploring the colorful coral gardens, or simply floating in the calm waters, Raya Island offers an unmatched underwater experience.

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Raya Island features some of the most beautiful beaches in Phuket, and each one has its own unique charm. The soft, white sand and the gentle surf make it an ideal spot for lounging in the sun, reading a book, or simply unwinding with loved ones. Shaun’s favorite beach on Raya is Ao Tawan Tok, a stunning bay that boasts turquoise waters and a quiet atmosphere. The beach is perfect for those looking to disconnect and enjoy the simple pleasures of life, whether it’s soaking up the sun or taking a refreshing dip in the sea.

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Jodhpur, also known as the Blue City, is not only famous for its mesmerizing architecture and rich culture but also for its vibrant and flavorful cuisine. Exploring the local food scene in Jodhpur is an essential part of experiencing the city. From spicy curries to sweet delights, the city offers a wide variety of dishes that reflect its heritage.

The Flavors of Jodhpur

Jodhpur's food is a perfect blend of spices and tradition. The local dishes often have bold flavors and are prepared using time-tested recipes. A must-try dish is dal baati churma, a combination of lentils, baked wheat rolls, and a sweet crumbly mix. For those who enjoy snacks, mirchi vada, a chili-stuffed fritter, and pyaaz kachori, a flaky onion-filled pastry, are local favorites.

To make your food journey convenient, you can easily use a Jodhpur taxi service to visit popular food joints across the city. Whether it's the bustling Sardar Market or hidden eateries in narrow lanes, having reliable transport makes your culinary exploration smoother.

Iconic Dishes You Shouldn’t Miss

One of the highlights of Jodhpur’s cuisine is mutton curry, made with rich spices and slow-cooked for deep flavors. Vegetarians will enjoy gatte ki sabzi, a dish made with gram flour dumplings cooked in a yogurt-based curry. Pair these with bajre ki roti (pearl millet bread) and enjoy a traditional Rajasthani meal.

Another staple is raab, a warm drink made from millet flour, perfect for colder months. To satisfy your sweet tooth, try mawa kachori, a dessert stuffed with sweetened dried milk, or laddoos made with gram flour and ghee. Many of these delicacies can be found in local restaurants or street-side stalls, which you can conveniently reach using a taxi service in Jodhpur.

Best Spots for Food Enthusiasts

Jodhpur is home to several famous spots where you can savor authentic flavors. Sardar Market is a hub for food lovers, offering everything from spicy snacks to sweet treats. Many small eateries in the area serve dishes that have been cherished by locals for generations.

For a more upscale dining experience, head to traditional Rajasthani restaurants that specialize in thali meals. These meals provide a variety of dishes on a single platter, allowing you to try multiple flavors in one sitting. Reaching these spots is hassle-free with the availability of Jodhpur taxi services, which ensure you can focus on the food and not worry about directions or parking.

Exploring Food Beyond the City

If you wish to extend your culinary exploration, there are nearby villages and towns offering unique Rajasthani dishes. These trips can provide an authentic rural food experience, showcasing recipes passed down through generations. Booking a taxi service in Jodhpur can make these excursions comfortable and enjoyable.

Tips for Enjoying Local Food

Start Small: Many dishes are rich and spicy, so try small portions to find your preference.

Ask Locals: For the best recommendations, seek advice from residents who know the hidden gems.

Stay Hydrated: Spicy food can be intense, so ensure you have water or a cooling drink like chaas (buttermilk) handy.

Embrace Street Food: Don’t hesitate to try street-side stalls, which often serve the most authentic flavors.

Jodhpur’s cuisine is a celebration of flavors, culture, and history. Whether you're exploring the streets of the Blue City or venturing into nearby areas, a Jodhpur taxi service can enhance your experience by making travel stress-free. Dive into the world of Rajasthani food, and take home memories of tastes you’ll never forget.

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Taste the Delicious Foods of Rajasthan on Your Trip

Rajasthan, the land of kings, is not only known for its stunning palaces and rich culture but also for its vibrant and diverse food scene. A short tour of Rajasthan can introduce you to a world of flavors, from spicy curries to sweet treats. Each region in the state has its own unique culinary traditions, making the food an essential part of your travel experience.

The Rich Flavors of Rajasthani Cuisine

Rajasthani food is a blend of bold spices and ingredients that reflect the desert landscape and royal heritage of the region. The cuisine uses a lot of dairy products, grains, and legumes, which are perfect for the hot climate. The food is often known for its rich, spicy, and tangy flavors.

One of the most famous dishes you must try is dal baati churma. Dal baati consists of round wheat dough balls, baked and served with lentil curry and churma (a sweet dish made from crushed wheat, sugar, and ghee). Another must-try is gatte ki sabzi, a curry made with gram flour dumplings, offering a unique texture and taste. These dishes are part of the royal cuisine, reflecting the region's regal past.

A Journey Through Rajasthan’s Street Food

If you prefer to sample food from the streets, Rajasthan has a wide variety of options. Cities like Jaipur, Udaipur, and Jodhpur are known for their bustling markets filled with food stalls offering traditional snacks. You can enjoy pyaaz kachori (onion-filled pastry), bhel puri, and samosas. These are quick bites that provide a delightful experience of Rajasthani street food culture.

You will also find laal maas, a fiery lamb curry, which is a specialty in Rajasthan, especially in Jodhpur. It's a perfect dish for those who enjoy the intense taste of red chili and spices. Pairing these spicy dishes with bajra roti (pearl millet bread) or missi roti (spiced flatbread) makes for a wholesome and fulfilling meal.

Sweet Delights to Savor

Rajasthan’s desserts are just as enticing as its savory dishes. The state is famous for its mawa kachori, ghevar, and jalebi. Mawa kachori is a fried pastry filled with sweetened khoya (reduced milk) and dry fruits. Ghevar, a traditional Rajasthani sweet, is made from flour and soaked in sugar syrup, often garnished with saffron. These treats are a perfect ending to any Rajasthani meal.

Malpua, another delightful dessert, is made with flour, sugar, and coconut, and is often served during festivals. These sweets are rich in flavor and offer a different kind of indulgence compared to the spicy main dishes.

Best Time to Enjoy Rajasthani Food

Rajasthan’s hot and dry climate influences the local cuisine, which is designed to offer nourishment and energy. The best time to visit Rajasthan and experience its food is during the cooler months, from October to March. During this period, the weather is pleasant, and you can enjoy exploring the markets, tasting different foods, and engaging in local food festivals without the scorching heat.

Plan Your Trip with Local Expertise

If you want to explore Rajasthan’s culinary delights thoroughly, it’s always a good idea to plan your trip with the help of tour operators in Rajasthan. These experts can guide you to the best restaurants and food markets, ensuring you don’t miss any of the iconic dishes. Additionally, they can arrange food-focused tours that give you a deeper insight into the state’s food culture, allowing you to taste authentic dishes and even learn how they are prepared.

A well-planned trip can help you experience everything Rajasthan has to offer, from its magnificent forts and palaces to its diverse food culture. With the guidance of local tour operators, you’ll be able to immerse yourself in the flavors of Rajasthan, making your travel experience even more memorable.

Conclusion

Rajasthan offers a feast for the senses, especially when it comes to food. A short tour of Rajasthan will allow you to indulge in the state’s rich culinary heritage, filled with bold flavors, unique dishes, and sweet treats. Whether you are savoring street food, indulging in royal dishes, or enjoying desserts, the food in Rajasthan will leave a lasting impression on your taste buds. Planning your trip with expert tour operators in Rajasthan can make the experience even more enjoyable, ensuring that you explore the full range of flavors this magnificent state has to offer.

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Brent Faiyaz: R&B's Smooth, Soulful Rebel

Let's chat about Brent Faiyaz, the R&B sensation known for his gritty lyrics, silky voice, and "I'll do it my way" mentality. There's no doubting that Brent has a way of making you feel something, whether you're listening to his beautiful tunes or getting lost in his reflective words. However, he is not your typical R&B singer. Fans are drawn to Brent because he embraces the vibrations just as much as he does telling it how it is.

Born Christopher Brent Wood in Columbia, Maryland, on September 19, 1995, Brent was raised away from the spotlight of the music business. He wasn't the student taking piano lessons after school or the member of the chorus. Rather, he was only a little child with lofty aspirations and an innate talent for storytelling. He used music as a release and a means of understanding the world.

In an interview, Brent once stated, "I wasn't trying to be famous." "All I wanted was to be heard." That's just like Brent—direct, no nonsense.

By the age of twelve, Brent was using whatever technology he could find to record his voice and play with rhythms. Things became serious once he relocated to Los Angeles in 2016. He changed from being simply another young person with a dream to someone who actually had something to say, and people began to pay attention.

A Sound You Can’t Ignore

What distinguishes Brent Faiyaz? It's his talent for creating deep, mellow music. Sonder Son (2017), his debut album, was more than just a compilation of songs; it was a musical journal. Songs like "L.A." and "First World Problemz/Nobody Carez" revealed a side of him that wasn't scared to acknowledge that, to be honest, nobody has everything sorted out.

Brent's sound combines elements of classic R&B with something completely original. Legends like Marvin Gaye serve as inspiration for him, but he doesn't hesitate to add his own unique spin. The outcome? music that is both completely current and ageless.

Sonder: More Than a Word

Brent is more than a one-man show. In addition, he is a member of Sonder, which he founded alongside producers Atu and Dpat. The notion that everyone you encounter has a life as complicated as yours is the source of the name, and it frequently appears in their music.

"Into," their 2017 EP, is a work of absolute enchantment. It's emotive, simple, and seems to be best suited for late-night trips or peaceful times spent by yourself. You sit back and think, "Wow, he gets it," after listening to songs like "Feel" and "Searchin."

Fame: A Blessing and a Curse

One thing is clear from listening to Brent's 2020 album Fuck the World: he has a love-hate relationship with celebrity. Although there are benefits to success, Brent is aware of the drawbacks as well. That tension is aptly encapsulated in the title track, which is about savoring the highs while keeping in mind the potential emptiness that may accompany them.

Brent doesn't appear to be fixated on fame as many other musicians do. He prefers to let the music do the talking. He's even more awesome because of his understated feel.

Collabs That Hit Different

Every partnership seems unique because of Brent. Do you recall "Crew" with GoldLink? That song not only got him nominated for a Grammy, but it also made him famous. Next is "Wasting Time," featuring Drake, where his mellow vocals counterbalance Drake's reflective lyrics.

Not to be overlooked is Tyler, The Creator's "Gravity." With Tyler's eccentric, grounded energy and Brent's airy vocals, it's the ideal fusion of both talents. Brent is adept in shining while allowing his team members to accomplish their best work.

Pushing Boundaries with Wasteland

Brent released Wasteland in 2022, and let me tell you, it's an experience rather than just an album. It's like watching a movie with music mixed with snippets of movies. Themes? Self-destruction, love, and ambition are all things that keep you up at night.

Songs like "Price of Fame" and "Dead Man Walking" demonstrate how far Brent has progressed as a performer. His willingness to try new things and take calculated risks is paying off. Fans couldn't stop playing it, critics praised it, and Brent once again shown that he is unmatched.

The Brent Effect

Brent Faiyaz is a movement as well as a musician. He is evidence that success may be achieved without following trends. His music speaks because it's genuine, which is uncommon in a society when everyone is wearing filters and artificial grins.

Brent is loyal to himself whether he's working with well-known artists, performing alone, or working with Sonder to create magic. He is a voice for everybody who has ever felt a bit lost yet persisted still, which is why he is more than simply an R&B musician.

Let's also discuss the legacy he is creating. In addition to having an impact on R&B, Brent is also establishing a new benchmark for what it means to be an artist in the modern day. He is demonstrating that you can have an influence while being open, daring, and unashamedly oneself.

For the fans, Brent's music serves as a soundtrack for both the highs and lows of life, not just something to add to a playlist. There's a Brent Faiyaz song that speaks to you whether you're feeling great or struggling with your own uncertainties.

What can we anticipate from Brent going forward, then? Whatever he chooses to offer us, really. And that's why seeing him is so thrilling. Beyond simply producing music, Brent Faiyaz is establishing connections, sparking discussions, and generating an impression that will endure for a very long time.

Now is the perfect moment to join the Brent Faiyaz craze if you haven't already. He is an artist you feel, not simply someone you hear. And that's the main goal in the end.

What’s Next?

What is Brent Faiyaz's finest quality? You can never be sure of what he will do next. He always pushes himself and his music to new limits, which makes him unpredictable in the greatest manner. Regardless of what he is working on, one thing is certain: it will be unvarnished, honest, and memorable.

So listen to his songs if you haven't before. Allow yourself to be hit in all the appropriate places. Because Brent Faiyaz creates moments rather than simply tunes.

And let’s talk about the legacy he’s building. Brent isn’t just influencing R&B—he’s setting a new standard for what it means to be an artist in today’s world. He’s showing that you can be vulnerable, experimental, and unapologetically yourself and still make an impact.

For the fans, Brent’s music is more than just a playlist addition—it’s a soundtrack for life’s highs and lows. Whether you’re feeling on top of the world or wrestling with your own doubts, there’s a Brent Faiyaz song that gets it.

So, what can we expect from Brent in the future? Honestly, whatever he decides to give us. And that’s what makes him so exciting to watch. Brent Faiyaz isn’t just making music—he’s creating moments, starting conversations, and leaving a mark that’s going to last for a long time.

If you’re not already on the Brent Faiyaz wave, now’s the time to dive in. He’s not just an artist you listen to; he’s an artist you feel. And in the end, that’s what it’s all about.

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Waves of Wonder- Uncover Malaysia and Singapore with the Enchanting Genting Dream Cruise

Cruising is a truly exhilarating experience as it allows one to visit numerous destinations with the added advantage of luxurious services, entertainment, and spectacular ocean views. The Genting Dream Cruise experience is outstanding as guests sail across breathtaking Southeast Asia with stops at lively Singapore and picturesque Malaysia. This guide delves deep into the main aspects of a cruise experience aboard the Genting Dream cruise, emphasizing the beauties found in Singapore and Malaysia.

Casting off from the Incredible Singapore

Your journey commences in Singapore, a contemporary city with an awe-inspiring skyline, a captivating past, and a mixture of cultures. Prior to setting sail on the Genting Dream, spend time in this gorgeous city. Survey the world-renowned Marina Bay Sands and ascend to the observation deck, which offers a clear panoramic vision of the vicinity. Walk around the Gardens by the Bay and closely examine the Supertree Grove & Cloud Forest. Most importantly, visit the busy hawker centers and treat yourself to local food such as Hainan chicken rice and chili crab.

As you step into the Genting Dream, one of the top-tier cruises from Singapore, its lavish facilities will welcome you with open arms. The ship boasts many eateries, pools, bars, and spas, all catering for recreation and entertainment. Have a welcome drink in one of the many bars that the ship features, after which you will occupy a large and comfortable cabin. All cabins are aptly furnished with contemporary facilities, ensuring guests' comfort. The interiors reflect the ambiance of the ocean as well as the rich cultures of Asia, creating a charming scenario for all the guests on board.

Unmatched Onboard Activities

Genting Dream has built a reputation for offering a multitude of activities on board that would suit even the most discerning of guests. Once you step onto the ship, you will be welcomed with breathtaking characteristics and an atmosphere that is rich in style and class. Numerous places for dining, a superb range of entertainment options, and different styles of cabins fitting every class are all available for your enjoyment when you get onboard.

As evening approaches, the Genting Dream cruise from Singapore is bustling with various forms of entertainment. Savor the night as you are entertained by gifted artists who will mesmerize the audience with their outstanding performances. When the mood is filled with some thrill, the onboard casino offers all sorts of games as well as slot machines for players. In addition, there are lounges that welcome guests to listen to soft music while sipping cocktails without any rush for those who prefer a more laid-back situation. Because of this wide range of entertainment, every night spent on board is unlike any other.

Touring the Splendid Malaysia

After a day in the sea, Genting Dream finally docks in Malaysia, an adventurist's paradise. The capital city, the gorgeous Kuala Lumpur, is the first destination where the architectural marvel of Petronas Twin Towers is located. Hire a tour guide if you wish to know more about the history of the place. Remember to check out the vibrant street markets as well that offer everything ranging from local crafts to tasty street food. The city's modern high-rises and colonial-style buildings provide a fascinating view of its rich history.

The Singapore - Kuala Lumpur - Singapore Genting Dream Cruise will proceed to Penang, a destination famed for its culture and food. Tour George Town, a UNESCO World Heritage Site in which you can see the beautiful murals on the walls and the colonial buildings. Take a culinary excursion with the locals, incorporating delicacies like delectable cendol and nasi lemak. Do not forget to sample Penang's fabulous street food, which is native to Malaysian culture.

Stopover to the Marvelous Langkawi

Joining your cruise would be an additional stop in Langkawi, an archipelago of 99 islands famous for its beautiful backwaters and verdant jungles. Spend the day lazing by the untouched beaches of Pantai Cenang, or engage in activities such as water sports like snorkeling and jet skiing. Alternatively, take a mangrove cruise at the Kilim Karst Geoforest Park to explore the ecosystem and view some striking limestones. Langkawi is full of natural splendor that embraces leisure and a great deal of activity.

De-stress and Refresh

Having experienced an exciting day, spend some time resting on the deck of the Genting Dream. Slip into the infinity pool or soak in the jacuzzi as the sun goes down. Participate in a sampling of wines or learn how to mix drinks and make cocktails. Thanks to the peaceful settings of the ship, all your relaxation requirements are met, and you are able to feel refreshed on board. Head back to Singapore, get off the cruise, and proceed to Changi Airport while reliving the splendid moments of the tour.

Wrapping Up

Genting Dream Cruise is one of the best ways to observe Singapore and Malaysia's geographical cultures, sights, and history. It is sure to provide travelers with comforts and enjoyable activities, including excitement, rest, and food, without any disappointments. What is more, take the ride of a lifetime on board the Genting Dream Cruise Singapore for a wedding experience.

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Taj mahal tour by car from delhi By The Taj In India Company

Taj Mahal Tour by Car from Delhi By The Taj In India Company

The Taj Mahal, an enduring symbol of love, attracts millions of visitors from all over the world every year. If you're planning to explore this magnificent wonder and want a convenient and comfortable way to get there, the Taj Mahal Tour by Car from Delhi, organized by The Taj In India Company, is an excellent option. This private car tour offers flexibility, comfort, and the chance to explore Agra at your own pace. Here's everything you need to know about this exciting day trip.

Why Choose a Car Tour to the Taj Mahal? The car tour is one of the most convenient ways to travel from Delhi to Agra, especially if you prefer comfort and flexibility. Unlike group tours, a private car tour allows you to set your own schedule, take breaks when needed, and enjoy a more personalized experience. You can travel at your own pace, making it perfect for families, couples, or solo travelers.

Early Morning Departure from Delhi Your tour begins with an early morning pickup from your hotel or residence in Delhi. The journey to Agra covers a distance of approximately 230 kilometers, which takes about 3 to 4 hours by car. The Taj In India Company ensures that you travel in a comfortable, air-conditioned vehicle with a professional driver. Departing early allows you to avoid the heavy traffic of Delhi and arrive in Agra in time to explore the city's main attractions.

Scenic Drive on the Yamuna Expressway The drive from Delhi to Agra is smooth and scenic, thanks to the well-maintained Yamuna Expressway. Along the way, you can relax, enjoy the views of rural India, or even take a short nap. The expressway is known for its excellent infrastructure, making the journey enjoyable and hassle-free.

Arrival in Agra and Meeting Your Guide Once you arrive in Agra, you will be greeted by a professional guide who will accompany you for the rest of the tour. Your guide is knowledgeable about the history, architecture, and cultural significance of the Taj Mahal and other landmarks in Agra, ensuring you get the most out of your visit.

Exploring the Taj Mahal The highlight of your tour, of course, is the visit to the Taj Mahal. As you approach the monument, the white marble structure emerges in all its glory, leaving visitors awestruck. The Taj Mahal is a masterpiece of Mughal architecture, built by Emperor Shah Jahan in memory of his beloved wife Mumtaz Mahal.

Your guide will take you through the history of the Taj Mahal, explaining the intricate details of its construction, the love story behind it, and the cultural significance it holds. You’ll have ample time to walk around, explore the gardens, and admire the craftsmanship of the monument. Don’t forget to capture some beautiful photographs of the Taj, especially its stunning reflection in the pools in front of the monument.

Visit to Agra Fort After visiting the Taj Mahal, the next stop on your tour is the Agra Fort, a UNESCO World Heritage site located just a few kilometers away. The Agra Fort is an impressive red sandstone fortress that once served as the residence of the Mughal emperors. It offers a fascinating glimpse into the life of the Mughal royalty, with its vast courtyards, palaces, and mosques.

Your guide will walk you through the fort's most important sections, including the Diwan-i-Am (Hall of Public Audience) and Diwan-i-Khas (Hall of Private Audience). From the fort, you’ll also get a distant view of the Taj Mahal, which is particularly stunning.

Lunch at a Local Restaurant Following your exploration of the Taj Mahal and Agra Fort, you’ll have the opportunity to enjoy lunch at a local restaurant. Agra is famous for its Mughlai cuisine, so this is a perfect chance to savor some authentic dishes. Whether you prefer a traditional Indian meal or a more familiar Western-style lunch, the restaurant will cater to your preferences.

Free Time for Shopping Agra is also known for its traditional handicrafts, especially marble inlay work, leather goods, and carpets. After lunch, you’ll have some free time to explore the local markets, where you can shop for souvenirs and witness artisans at work. The intricate marble inlay work you’ll see in the markets mirrors the craftsmanship used in the Taj Mahal itself.

Return to Delhi Once your time in Agra comes to an end, your driver will take you back to Delhi via the Yamuna Expressway. The return journey is just as comfortable, and you can relax after an eventful day of sightseeing. You’ll arrive back in Delhi in the evening, with memories of the stunning Taj Mahal and a deeper understanding of India's rich cultural history.

Benefits of the Taj Mahal Car Tour Flexibility: Travel at your own pace and stop where you like along the way. Comfort: A private, air-conditioned car ensures a comfortable journey. Personalized Experience: With your own guide, you’ll receive detailed insights and answers to your questions. Convenience: Door-to-door service, with pickup and drop-off at your preferred location. Conclusion The Taj Mahal Tour by Car from Delhi, organized by The Taj In India Company, offers a perfect blend of comfort, convenience, and cultural exploration. Whether you’re a history enthusiast, a photography lover, or simply someone looking to experience the beauty of one of the world’s most iconic landmarks, this tour promises to leave you with unforgettable memories. From the scenic drive to the awe-inspiring Taj Mahal and the grand Agra Fort, every moment of this journey will be etched in your heart forever.

FAQs

How long is the drive from Delhi to Agra? The drive from Delhi to Agra takes approximately 3-4 hours, depending on traffic.

What time does the tour typically start? The tour usually starts early in the morning, around 6:00 AM, to avoid traffic and maximize time in Agra.

Is lunch included in the tour? Yes, lunch at a local restaurant in Agra is included in most tour packages.

Can we make stops along the way? Yes, since it's a private car tour, you can request stops for breaks or sightseeing along the route.

Is the Taj Mahal closed on certain days? Yes, the Taj Mahal is closed every Friday for prayers, so plan your tour accordingly.