#which is ANNOYING since a hobby i ENJOY should help

[biitchcakes]

As an update ⸺⸺

Long rant incoming because I can never be concise about anything 💀

Alright so lately I've been feeling a little burnt out in general, which has unfortunately lent to having some Negative Thoughts about my time being on here. Transitioning from Depression: Winter Edition back into the regular run-of-the-mill flavour is never pleasant, and at the moment I've just been constantly sick (just about over a bad ear infection and then aunt irma comes to visit, that's rad -), which makes it worse. BUT instead of letting those get the better of me, I want to try to say here and keep writing (and attempt at being more social but that's a whole other beast entirely frankly).

All that to say - I'm probably going to be a lot slower on here activity-wise. It'll likely be pretty sporadic, with random bursts of insane activity and then nothing for a couple days. I'll still send out memes and prompts, but I ask for your patience when it comes to my replies. To help keep inspo for myself going, I'll also likely make a bunch of those ch. study posts since I could rant about Jessica forever - no matter my mood.

Discord is a good place to reach me. Feel free to ask for it but I will be pretty selective with who I get it out to. Otherwise, I respond to IMs on here whenever I can. Jsyk I can be pretty reclusive - tho this is something I'm really working on.

Thank you for reading, I greatly appreciate it. 🩷

TL;DR ⸺ My glacial pace is about to get even slower folks. Occasionally will probs spam the dash from time to time tho.

[grimmsbride]

❛Stuck to the screen, your words repeating. ❜ ⸺ Kamo Choso

【⠀♱⠀】 SYNOPSIS. after a long night of gaming, choso helps you fall asleep with his.. soothing voice.

【⠀♱⠀】 WARNINGS. ooc choso | soft dom! choso | phone [more like voice chat] sex | not public sex but there was the threat of reader’s friends joining since it’s a public vc | porn no plot | reader & choso are gamers | mutual pining | mutual masterubation | overuse of pet names | choso is a tease | choso uses “mama” idc idc, it fits him [TO ME] | etc. if i forgot something let me know.

【⠀♱⠀】 AUTHOR’S NOTE. it’s the way i’m thinking about other things except piv sex, which is very exciting cause the shit got repetitive on my other acc. PLEASE EXCUSE ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES.

People that claimed gaming was a perfect past time were either naive or just plain stupid. How could one find the competitive, and nerve wracking hobby peaceful? There was always something going wrong. Whether having an awful teammate,a a bad day, or even— something as silly as bad luck.

Personally you didn’t love video games. You had no plans of getting shouted at by grown men over a digital creation, which stats didn’t affect you in real life. But.. as your friends usually did, they lured you into gaming.

Quickly too, giving you tips and tricks to assure you didn’t drag the rest of them down. And as much as you hated to admit it, you actually enjoyed it. Clicking with the rest of your friends, especially a man around your age named Kamo Choso.

During group meet ups you and him spoke pleasantly on just about everything. Life, his siblings, shared music interest.. you two clicked deeper then you have with anyone else.

An innocent connection you felt were developing into feelings..

Manicured fingers slammed into the keyboard rested on the desk, whilst soft swears escaped your lips. You blinked at the bright screen, sighing heavily the moment defeat in bold red letters flashed across it.

“This is our fifth loss in a row..” You moaned in annoyance, leaning back in your chair; adjusting the black headset you wore carefully. A soft chuckle came from the other line, taking you away from your annoyed thoughts.

“You suck when you’re tired..”

“I’m not tired, Choso.” You countered quickly, rolling your eyes the moment another chuckle came from the man. You breathed softly, clicking off the game screen and switching over to discord. Your eyes traced the computer for a moment.

Choso and you were the only ones currently awake or rather currently in the voice chat, and have been for the past hour and thirty-minutes. You hadn’t meant to play this long, however you sometimes got carried away.

You heard shuffling on the other side of the headset, causing you to gently grab your mic. “Are you going to sleep?”

“Are you?” Choso asked in a soft hum.

Your lips twisted in uncertainty, thinking over your options. The two of you could play another round and risk losing for the sixth time— or maybe try another game.. and still lose. Either one didn’t seem like good choices, but, you didn’t want to get off the chat with Choso; just yet.

So, with a soft hum you shook your head before replying with a quick “No,” when you realized he couldn’t see.

The man gave a curt sound, one that was surely of confusion. “Then.. do you want to go another round?”

“No..” You sighed, rising from your chair to waltz over to your bed. You landed upon the cushiony mattress harshly, rolling onto your back and laying in a starfish position. “You should read me a bedtime story or something.”

“I thought you weren’t tired?”

You could practically hear the smirk in his words, causing your lips to twitch— attempting to force down a smile. You rolled to your side, closing your eyes. “I’m not,” You said defensively, adjusting yourself into a comfortable position on the bed. “—but I do need to go to sleep, and you have a soothing voice.”

For a moment you couldn’t hear a thing, only your own breathing— making you worry the voice chat had lagged out. But as quickly as those thoughts came they left even quicker, given the man was replying with a simple;

“Yeah?”

You smiled slowly, smoothing your cheek into the soft pillow. “Yeah..”

Choso paused for a moment before uttering, “Hm.. I’m sure you just have a voice kink.”

Your eyes opened wide at his statement, eyebrows pinched close as a warmth spread across you. Did.. did he just read you like a book? Was the single thought in your mind, causing you to slowly sit up to think it over.

And yet, he didn’t give you that moment, interjecting before you could even think to reply; “What, did I hit it right on the mark? I was only joking..”

You’ve talked to Choso many times to know when he was joking or not— plus you weren’t an idiot, he was being dead serious.

So, you slowly cleared your throat, scooting back to rest against your headboard. “No, what even makes you think that?” You questioned, lying straight through your teeth. You bit back a grin the moment you heard an airy chuckle, ignoring how such a sound caused shivers to dance down your spine.

“It’s obvious. Every single time I talk to you, you have this same look in your eyes.” He hummed into your ear, causing your eyes to flutter shut. “Always listening, far too intently.. Eyes focused completely on my voice rather then my words. No wonder you always say huh, whenever we speak.”

Read after read— Choso wasn’t giving you air to breathe with these completely correct accusations. It wasn’t enough you were physically attracted to the man, no; you had to be head over heels for his voice too.

You opened your mouth to speak, only for Choso to cut in;

“Deny it, and I won’t help you fall asleep tonight..”

Your eyebrows rose, teeth biting the inside of your cheek as you fiddled with your pajamas. “What, you’re gonna read me a story after all?”

“Nah, I was thinking of something else,” His breath was airy, and you swore you could hear the rustling of fabric.

Such a thought caused the heat to pool down to your belly, thighs pushing together as excitement began to sprout. “..Thinking of what?”

Instead of answering you the man gave a soft, “Lie on your back.”

That same heat swept over you, almost daring to question him again but deciding against it. Instead, you were quickly sliding to you lay on your back; hand spreading across the sliver of stomach exposed from your rising shirt.

“I’m.. on my back.” You spoke, nibbling on lip your as your fingers absentmindly traced patterns upon your skin. Your eyes fluttered shut, head rolling back onto the pillow as anticipation welled in your stomach.

“Take your pants off,” Choso spoke again, before quickly adding, “—just your pants.”

You didn’t know whether to continue to be excited or annoyed he was dragging the obvious out— yet, you obeyed, again. Your thumbs hooked onto the elastic of your bottoms, tugging them down your body and kicking them to the edge of your bed. You laid there half-bare, waiting so impatiently for his next request.

“Now.. touch yourself.”

Your eyebrows pinched close for a moment, adjusting your position as your legs rose. “Won’t I need to take my panties off?” You asked playfully, fingers sliding under the fabric for a moment before his curt response caused your hand to retract;

“I never said to take them off. I only said to touch yourself.”

You hissed softly, fiddling with the waistband of your undergarments for a split second. You could just push them down now.. there was no way he could tell, right? It was only voice chat.

But, for some stupid reason.. You decided to listen, hand slithering between your legs to slowly stroke your covered folds through the thin fabric. The motions continued as the pleasure set in, your legs widening and soft breaths escaping.

From the other side you could hear Choso’s breathing become shallow with even more rustling following. You could just imagine it; him on his back, hair a mess from laying down and the headset, whilst his strong hand was slowly stroking himself through his boxers.

You wondered if he was leaking already; how there might be a wet spot slowly forming, darkening the fabric. Such a thought had your thighs clenching, finger delicately finding your bud below your panties.

The action caused your head to tilt back, lips parting as an audible gasp escaped.

“Oh, you sound so pretty, princess. So, so pretty..”

You whined softly at his words, feeling far more aroused despite the covered pleasure. Your other hand rose to slink under your shirt, grabbing ahold of your breast to roll your thumb on your slowly erecting nipple. The pleasure was increasing by now, yet still not enough— causing your frustration to build.

“Choso, please..”

“What, what’s wrong?” His voice was taunting and low, clearly aware of what you were practically begging for. “Don’t tell me you wanna take your panties off already?.. So impatient, sweetheart.”

Choso’s words were going straight to your pussy, wetting up the lacey fabric even more. Your hips rose to meet your hand, “Choso, fuck.. Just please, I need to take them off.”

He thought it over for far too long, even humming just to irritate you further. Though, you also heard more rustling and his bed.

Fuck.. how you wished you could see what was happening right now.

“Take ‘em off.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, practically shoving off the garment as if they had personally offended you. You then wasted no time in spreading your legs wide, hand falling between them to slowly separate your damp folds. There, your middle finger reached out; swiping across your swelling bud for a split moment— before beginning small, tight circles on it.

With nothing left to restraint you, your sounds were more vocal now — airy and sweet— driving right into Choso’s awaiting ears. This caused the man to breathe heavily right into the mic, followed by the sounds of wetness.

A flush of warmth escaped as the pleasure continued, moans waning as your combined actions dawned on you suddenly. Here you were, having voice chat sex with a friend, in a chat where just about anyone else could join— at any time. Sure, it was currently three in the morning but the threat still loomed over your head.

It seemed the man had sensed your nervousness given his sudden; “It’s only us on here, mama.. use that pretty voice, let me hear you while you fuck yourself.”

Just from his voice and the vulgarity you were keening, back arching as a finger slowly pushed into your awaiting entrance. The moment you adjusted you were curling the digit, moaning out as your stomach stirred with pleasure.

Choso was praising you at this point, ���That’s it, good girl.. Keep playing with yourself,” He spoke, breath rushed with soft groans interrupting. His hand was tight around his throbbing length, thumb swiping at the slit and smoothing his pre-cum across his dick. “Bet your pretending your fingers are mine, huh?” A soft chuckle escaped him— “Or maybe my tongue?.. Or maybe even my dick?”

You swore at his words, a second finger pushing in as your thumb began to rub harsh circles on your clit. “Ch—Choso, fuck..!” You pinched your nipple between your fingers, legs threatening to close as your throat nearly became raw from your voice.

You were close, pussy throbbing around your fingers as arousal leaked down them. Your pace quickened, soft sounds surrounding the room and serving as background noise to the sweetest moans escaping your wet lips.

If only you could see Choso; his eyes rolling back, hips rising into his hand and pretending it was you. His groans were deep, bordering on whimpers each time his hand slipped up to his sensitive tip. He was close too, hissing as his eyelids fluttered shut.

“Come with me, mama.. wanna hear you, fu-fuck.. lemme hear you.” Choso spoke on shaky breath, tensing as his orgasm drew.

You whimpered into the mic, eyebrows pinched close as your fingers never stopped it’s thrusts. Far too quickly you were creaming, staining your skin with your essence which trickled down your taint to your soft blankets. During this you heard a sharp gasp, warmth covering your body and enjoying the soft sounds that followed.

You simply laid there, heavy breathing coinciding with Choso’s own. Your fingers slowly withdrew from between your legs, slick smoothing across your thighs.

“You sleepy now?”

You bit your cheek, “No. No I’m not.”

“Good, I’m coming over in te— five minutes.” Choso spoke rather quickly, before the familiar sound of the voice chat ending entered your ears.

COMMENTS & REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED <3

[hornyhermitry]

These are not the Zenins you’re looking for - Naobito & Naoya ramblings and then some

Since there’s no real alternative for longer rants with a personal flavour, let’s give this a shot here on tumblr I guess? Heh.

Preface

General Naobito facts:

71 years → born in 1946, died 2018

Curse Technique: Projection Sorcery

Special Grade 1 Sorcerer

One younger brother - Ogi Zenin

Probably one older brother - unnamed, father of Toji Zenin

(I assume Ogi is younger because they are clearly not twins from the way they look, Ogi looks younger and Ogi’s children Maki & Mai are ca. 10 years younger than Naobito’s son Naoya).

Three sons - youngest son Naoya (27 years in 2018 - born when Naobito was 44)

Fastest Jujucist (except for Gojo Satoru)

Both Naobito & Naoya are names that translate to honesty & straightforwardness. Naobito’s further includes a meaning of “helpful/support”

Hobby: Anime

Favorite food: Sake

Least favorite food: Fishcake

Observations & conclusions from his manga scenes:

Confident, determined, affirmative, tactical (ref. Dagon fight + Jogo appearance right before the burn, doesn’t mind losing an arm, thinks ahead of Toji going for Dagon and jumps in to distract in support)

Cocky & playful, enjoys fighting (often grinning, excited to see Dagon evolve, taunts Nanami “Two 1st grades cannot exorcise (Dagon)?”)

Petty (annoyed by everyone fixated on 4K 60FPS and stupid numbers, retorts to Maki wanting to take Clan Lead)

He was drinking and did not care about Maki leaving the clan. There was no mockery and no attempt to stop her. Only when she said she’d become the next clan head, he asked if he should make her life harder.

He showed up to Shibuya to help out the rest (Maki mocks his drinking habits, with cans next to him he shouts over to her to bring him drinks, but later he nonchalantly breathes into Nanami’s face and we see he actually has not been drinking) and is excited to hear Gojo has been sealed, wants to celebrate.

Maki antagonizes him uncalled for, a bait he does not take but tells her matter of factly she should be the one to go home, to which Nanami agrees.

Assumption based on minor clues

Clan head since the 80s or 90s — depending on circumstances.

→ 2018-1185 (Zenin at the very least date back to Heian times) = 833 years with 26 Zenin clan heads= average leadership of 32 years = his latest “starting date” would have been 1999.

IMO it is very likely he took over earlier than that, because as far as averages go, it usually is way longer spans that are interspersed with very short ones.

(see: “medieval life expectancy was just 31” which did not have most people die at 31 but caused by a high infant mortality seeking the average - you either died as a kid or lived into your 60s).

I think he took over in the mid to late 80s because that sets up the unfortunate situation his family line had to deal with.

On a factual level it’s also not unlikely, because the first half of the 20th century was a chaotic time all around the globe, full of societal shifts and political conflicts that may have potentially led to Naobito’s father/Naoya’s grandfather dying “early”.

Anyway. I present to you:

THE LIFE & TIMES OF NAOBITO ZENIN aka HOLY HEADCANON

The historical context is what makes Naobito so interesting to me and further supports my personal controversial headcanon that:

Naobito & Naoya Zenin are NOT the major players in the, let’s call it “traditional Zenin camp” that exiled Toji and used all kinds of shady internal clan politics to keep power systems up.

Let me take you on a very exhaustive detour on what Naobito being 71 years old in 2018 translates to.

He was born at the brink of World War II and in the wake of the atomic bomb.

During his lifespan, Japan went from a humbled country on its knees to a major player in the global economy, driving technological advancements. During his youth, Japan’s patriotism loosened and a lot of American culture was adapted - the yankii subculture rose to prominence.

JJK readers were told that the Heian era was the peak of jujucists. IRL historically, it was a time famous for many violent conflicts and natural disasters.

Since JJK establishes negative emotions breed curses and cursed energy, this means Naobito‘s young years must have been infested with stronger curses than ever, spawned from the aftermath, suffering, resentment and personal tragedies of WWII, Hiroshima & Nagasaki.

Born in 1946 within months of arguably the worst moment of Japanese history, emerging with a new technique utilising modern animation processes, his potential power upon birth likely matched the new level of curse threats, enabling him to eventually become the fastest Jujucist alive with the use of his modern technique. Growing up in a strongly American-influenced Japan in a rapidly changing world, he was a completely different person than his father (who had seen multiple wars but no massive technological and social progress yet) likely was.

Being the middle child, his father was likely 25-45 years older than him (men back then often fathered their first child between 19 & 23, so I assume he fathered his middle child at 25+), therefore born between 1921 and 1900. This makes him very likely a very hardline conservative patriot who took great pride in the battles he fought in - either during WWI or WWII or even both. A man raised in the spirit of a proud nationalist Japan at the peak of its expansionist mindset across Asia, high in spirits from the successful war against Russia and winning military campaigns in China, Singapore and more East Asian territories. Japan during Naobito’s father’s youth wore uniforms and kimonos.

Whereas Naobito’s social upbringing (outside of his father’s direct influence) was shaped by a more globalist approach and culture, appeasing to the West and showing e.g. through the Olympics of 1964 what a modern country they had become. So when Naobito was 18, Tokyo modernised its post-war infrastructure and built both the Metro as well as the Shinkansen connecting Tokyo and Osaka which kicked off the economic growth in a global spotlight and highlighted how well Japan had rebuilt itself after the defeat 20 years ago. Japan during Naobito’s youth wore slacks, jeans and white shirts. He is old in 2018, but he is a "modern man" in comparison to what came before and he is accustomed to change and progress.

Due to this clash of ideals and lived realities in the world around them, I think Naobito and his father had a very rocky relationship once Naobito entered puberty (and listened to jazz, blues, rock and dressed in blue jeans and leather jackets) and that they had some fundamentally different views on things.

The realities of external life could not have been more different between Naobito’s father and Naobito. Whether it was the world around them or the eventual standing of their clan, Naobito was dealt a very different hand of cards than a very very long line of Zenins in previous generations had been dealt for many centuries.

Due to going up against a man with so much pride and confidence when emancipating himself as his own person, I believe Naobito grew a strong backbone and was a very genuine, upright person - within the limits of his time and upbringing. Much more progressive and less patriotic than his father in any case, which surely was a source of conflict. Yet, I suspect that succeeding in spite of his father’s disapproval is what fueled him to become a more capable and autonomous person than his brothers are and to show that an allegedly inferior curse technique will not hold him back. But Naobito and his father did not only clash about this. In the later Hakari introduction chapter, JJK establishes there are several political factions and some are in favor of traditional millenia old curse techniques like Megumi's 10 Shadows or Gojo's Six Eyes and shun new curse techniques like Projection Sorcery and Idle Gambling that only emerged with new technology. Since sorcerer grades are based on Jujutsu strength and such, people with a modern curse technique are clowned on and not properly being recognized - which applies to both Naobito and Naoya.

The realities of life for Naobito and Naoya are very similar and Naoya’s life is dealing with similar challenges as his father’s. Unlike his father, Naobito was confronted with the reality of established values, routines and social hierarchies becoming horribly moot and due to his own curse technique not being a prestigious one, he was forced to reevaluate the legitimacy of what his father had taught him and what old clans perpetuated. Both in light of the changing world and also his own value as a person and a jujucist. Naoya was confronted with a similar road to growth and reevaluating the classic Jujutsu society & clan values, also having received the same modern technique as his father and witnessing the new kind of strength Toji wielded.

While I do say that Naobito is a different man than his father, I am a firm believer that “the apple does not fall far from the tree” and very much see the likeness between Naobito and Naoya. I feel I should clarify this applies more to personality traits than opinions and I think all three of them are more straightforward and more blunt than the other family lines.

The people readers are told to be suffering by the Zenin family’s actions and opinions are Maki and Toji.

Both of which are not Naobito’s children. They are children of Naobito’s older and younger brothers.

Naobito’s unknown older brother exiles Toji due to him being resented and seen useless by the majority of the clan for not having techniques or energy, Naobito’s younger brother Ogi and his wife raise Maki & Mai in a cruel way, on top of that Ogi is shown to secretly plot behind people’s backs and be involved (with e.g. Jinichi) in inner-clan intrigues and betrayal. Funny enough, Toji himself is shown to be as much of a schemer (as seen through his bounty plan) and backstabber (pun intended) in line with his upbringing.

Naoya & Naobito on the other hand speak their mind openly, announce their gripes and do what they want. Naoya and Naobito are not schemers, they very much are -in accordance with their names - straightforward.

Naoya is many things, but he is not a liar.

Both Naoya and Nabito are eccentrics with a very flashy style that does not conform to plain traditions:

Naoya with his piercings and dyed hair (I’ve previously mentioned his white hakama being unusual for men, which still holds true, but it is not uncommon for high rank swordsmen to wear white ones, so I have now come to conclude these indicate his rank as Chief of the Hei) and Naobito, as an old man, sporting this over the top moustache.

There is an idiom about Japanese society that the nail who sticks out gets hammered down. Both Naoya and Naobito are doing everything to stand out and refuse to fall in line with unreflected traditional actions.

Both have not inherited the Ten Shadows technique but Projection Sorcery - as a result, both are on their own side which aligns more with the reformer side (that contains other Jujucists such as Hakari & Kirara who also have modern techniques), than the conventional conservatives (such as the higher ups or the Kamos. On that note, take a moment to reflect on the implications of Maki and Mai wearing modern school uniforms while Kamo Junior wears a uniform that much more resembles traditional clan attire: The Kamos are as conservative as the Zenins and probably more so than Naobito).

Both Naobito and Naoya are denied their perceived birthright purely by the unfortunate existence of Gojo Satoru and his Six Eyes, and Megumi having the 10 Shadows Technique, for the first time in hundreds of years denying the Zenin’s claim to fame.

Since Gojo was born 1989, I personally like to imagine Naobito tasted clan leadership as “the strongest” (and, in his case, fastest) for at least a few years before the one to change the world’s balance was born - simultaneously stealing Naobito’s position at the peak of the Jujutsu world and also denying that of his at that point two sons. Toji was already past the point of manifesting a cursed technique and therefore all existing “sons” of the Zenin family were ruled out to take their clan’s glory back from Gojo Satoru.

So Naobito tried and succeeded in having another son - I believe this is why Naoya was fathered by him as late as at 44 years. All hopes to restore the waning Zenin power were now on this little boy growing up. Would he be the one to manifest 10 Shadows and make the Zenin a worthy competitor to the Gojo clan again?

No.

Naobito, at this point already several years into watching his clan’s decline, lost the last bit of hope to restore its glory by traditional means and standards when his son manifested his very own curse technique: Projection Sorcery. Personally, I believe that your curse technique is heavily related to your personality - or call it soul if you like - and both Naobito and Naoya having the same technique reflects their similarity in character.

So Naobito raised Naoya to try and surpass the competing Gojo Six Eyes boy even without inheriting the jackpot technique.

While I do believe that Naoya was pampered by servants and women growing up, being the son of the Clan Lead and future Zenin heir in a long line of proud Jujucists, I also coin Naobito as one to give tough love, and demand a lot and would assume Ogi resented him because he would remind him of his own lack of potential, lack of power and lack of future.

On the topic of Ogi:

He is a weak, bitter man who holds resentment for everyone around him and blames everyone but himself for his shortcomings.

Being the youngest brother, his upbringing was different from Naobito‘s and I imagine that especially after witnessing his father and older brother argue and clash, he tried to suck up to his father by being a yesman to all his views and often tried to throw his older brothers under the bus and snitch about his activities.

He has always been a miserable rat with no backbone, hoping for another authority figure to spoonfeed him power.

He never learned that power is not given but taken and failed to take ownership for his life and actions right until his death.

Toji‘s father/Naobito‘s older brother:

I have little thoughts about Toji‘s father/Naobito‘s older brother, but I think he also clashed with his father and (this is super out there) maybe refused to take responsibility despite being the firstborn son and had no interest in leading the clan. I think he was on good terms with Naobito either way and I can see the two of them in their late teens/early 20s out in town, wearing jeans, pomade in their hair, smoking, flirting and riding around on motorbikes with Ogi nagging on the backseat how irresponsible, shameful and reckless they are while they tell the miserable virgin to shut up and learn to be a man.

(In fact, this is the Zenin backstory I want to read and write about, hahaha).

I consider it possible Ogi remained unmarried/a virgin for most his life and only decided to marry a few years after Naobito‘s youngest son Naoya had also failed to manifest Ten Shadows, in a last ill-guided attempt to steal his brother‘s superiority by fathering a child with the golden curse technique. Unfortunately Maki and Mai did not get it either and, to add insult to injury, were girls. Ogi must have been seething about his unlikely decision to marry after all. Possibly he was talked into it by others in the Zenin clan who did not hold Naobito and his ways and his son Naoya in high regard - considering them too unruly and progressive, affirming their future support to Ogi‘s line if he ever takes action.

Either way, I think Ogi and Naobito (and Naoya) are on bad terms and Ogi is a weak rat that deserves to be stepped on by greater people.

Most readers sympathise with Maki and Megumi and their goals and views because that‘s the lense through which we see the story, but take a step back to think about the legitimacy of it for a moment.

Maki leaving the clan is fair, but why would she (or unwilling Megumi) be suitable candidates for leading what‘s essentially a business with lives and salaries and adult people in national positions of power and military units? The thought of it is absurd. It‘s only natural for Naoya, who was raised into this responsibility from a young age, to be outraged over a noname teenager stealing his legacy from him the moment he was supposed to get it in his mid to late 20s. It’s as outrageous as Gojo taking it from Naobito.

My personal headcanon on Naobito’s drinking habit is that it formed in his later years, after Gojo’s curse technique emerged. Struggling to come to grips in his mid 50s, after a life lived for the Zenin legacy for ultimately nothing, watching the power loss and decline of relevancy the Zenin hold after the unfortunate event series - Toji energyless and exiled - Gojo born with Six Eyes - Naoya not having Ten Shadows - from the sidelines of history and the center stage of his clan, with his older brother & his father definitely already dead at this point and him being left with the joke of a person that Ogi is, he took to drinking. “If it‘s all drifting into irrelevancy, I might as well sit back and have a drink in my remaining years.” Something to this extent. In line with this, writing Megumi into his will was a drop in the ocean and at this point no dent in the current state of the clan already past its prime in his eyes.

And yet, old Naobito, leader of the most powerful and wealthy Jujutsu clan (who does not need money) goes to help with the curse outbreak in Shibuya. Sober, despite Maki‘s claims.

And he does not pull a Kusakabe avoiding the curses roaming around but genuinely puts in effort to defeat Dagon and save Maki (who left the clan) after telling her to go home (which against all reason she refuses out of teenage thickheadedness and nearly dies burnt to a crisp as a consequence).

Whereas her father, Naobito‘s little brother Ogi, throws her into a cursed pit to die.

Now, as for Naoya.

Unlike Maki's mother, he does not try to stop her from getting to the curse tools. Unlike her father, he does not throw her into a cursed pit to die. Unlike Jinichi he is not involved in a plot to have her killed.

He mocks her for having an ugly face, rendering her a total failure (on top of not having CE and being a bad fighter). Compared to what everyone else is doing to her, that is really tame.

What I find interesting and most people oddly gloss over, is how he asks her if her plan is to stay in the shadow of Megumi and Yuta.

The implication of this is that he looks down on her choice to tag along behind two other boys — instead of rising up to defeat the odds stacked against her which he potentially considers her capable of. If he was not considering her worthy of being her own person, why would he mock her for being in the shadow of those two? Much like Naobito raised Naoya with tough love, I think this (unconsciously) is a jab at Maki to take Naoya and Naobito as a role model (instead of her weak father) and rise to greatness despite the odds. Somewhere in that douchebaggery of his, he considers her biggest fault her passiveness and acceptance of other people’s low opinion of her and tries to get her to snap and rethink. Be the rebel that Naobito and Naoya also are and were.

I think Naoya, with his definition of and thoughts on strength, his contrarian taunting of everyone else in the clan after his father’s death, had plans to reform the Zenin clan in his own vision once his time as a head comes, to mare sure it will be sustainable in a new age of Jujutsu with less outdated ways of thinking. Naoya has his own agenda. He is not following anyone else's. He does not care for Sukuna's plans, he does not care about Kenjaku's plans. He does not care about Gojo's or Maki's plans (the latter ofc only up until she is all up in his face with her actions) he just wants to get promoted, nothing more. That's not any bizarrely evil masterplan, just a guy trying to steer his life in accordance with his personal vision and goals.

One of my most genuine headcanons about Naoya is that, without Maki and Megumi, he’d have been with Hakari’s and Kirara’s reformer faction and wouldn’t ever have been perceived as an antagonist at all. Because he is not a villain, he is an antagonist, and specifically for Maki & Megumi - he has zero personal agenda with the rest of the cast (aside from Gojo in the broadest sense, but in the same way his father already had it and just lived with it).

Naoya’s whole life revolved around two things: eventually stepping up to lead the clan and to prove himself worthy despite an inferior curse technique, so naturally Megumi stealing the head position from him with contractual fineprint pisses him off to the max. And then to add insult to injury, his “untalented, ugly little cousin” runs amok and slaughters the clan he was supposed to inherit right under his nose. Which he, interestingly, kind of brushes off like water under the bridge and just mocks her for being heartless. He holds no sentimental feelings towards those people murdered there, going by his lack of reaction. And does not care about the Zenin legacy being wiped out for the most part. Which hints at him having prepared for a reform that has now become moot through Maki’s actions.

Now only his other goal in life remains. To be the strongest next to Toji and Gojo. And had Maki not challenged that, had it been anyone else over a different topic, he would not have cared. But his biggest insecurity aka driver was prodded and his arrogance and refusal to acknowledge strength in another Zenin child not him became his downfall. On that note, I also do not consider him a misogynist in particular - he is a petty, spiteful instigator and goader and shittalks everyone. He baits Jinichi into attacking him, he baits Maki in a sexist way, he shittalks women in front of his aunt and he shittalks his brothers to Choso. He does not exclusively single out women to disrespect, he disrespects ANYONE. (Like young Gojo by the way, who behaved the same before he met Geto - all these kids raised into clans, especially as child prodigies set up for future greatness, have little respect for others. A baseline a big ego and a certain arrogance and always feeling better than the rest, no natural instinct to care for others and no respect for established rules are traits both share. Fortunately, Geto opened Gojo’s eyes on the responsibility of strength and taught him some consideration and at least a little humility and kindness. Otherwise, Gojo and Naoya would indeed be standing right next to each other, in arrogance and disrespect for those lower than them).

For what it’s worth, I think Naoya is sexist but the one who is an actual misogynist is Ogi. And that’s why Naoya’s treating Ogi’s wife and daughters mockingly the same way their father/husband does. Yes, there is a difference between sexism (crude prejudice and discrimination) and misogynism (actual contempt and dislike/hatred of women). And while we’re at it -- most of Jujutsu society’s clan-raised peers (vs. random recruits like Yuji, Yuta, Todo) will be sexist. They just don’t get a chance to show it in the manga because their arcs revolve around other things. Kenjaku, Sukuna, Gojo, are all certified sexists given their upbringing and backgrounds.But their stories are different ones, so it’s not likely to come up. Although there has been Gojo’s remark about scary women and Sukuna looking forward to killing women - just saying.

Personally, I don’t see characters or people IRL as good or bad, that’s a childish way of thinking and in such narrow simplistic boxes that only fit in children’s cartoons. People are people. Flawed. Everyone has flaws and everyone has reasons why they have those flaws. Some people click better with your own flaws, some end up causing issues in your life. One bad trait and deed or one good trait and deed doesn’t make or break a person. It’s the sum of what you repeatedly do. Intentions are secondary, the outcome of your actions makes it real. “Who’s worse? The demon who killed 2000 humans or the human who told another human her face is ugly?” is a stupid game to play, especially on childish claims like “oh but sexism is real” like death and murder aren’t just because your sheltered little life has been free from them so far. Grow up and start recognizing the realities of physical violence. Anyway. Naoya mocked Maki for being unable to find a husband with her scarred face, her father threw her into a pit to kill her. People who think Naoya is her issue need to get a grip.

The Zenins you are looking for are not this line of the family but the rest.

And I wanna drink sake and watch anime with Naobito. And listen to him telling me stories from his 30s in the late 1970s.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[lunas-side-anime-blog]

Modern College Student/BF Armin Arlert Headcanons

(rewatching aot and damn I forgot how much I love armin.  someone pls put me onto some good armin fan fiction?  this boy doesn’t get anough attention honestly, lemme know if you guys want me to do anyone else, im thinking eren next?)

Pre law student

I think in the modern world, Armin would only look at his love for the ocean and nature as hobbies.  When it comes to investing in his education and making money to support himself and his family, he’d go into a major he’s good at just to be safe.  And that’s persuasive arguments, crazy attention to detail and maybe a little manipulation for the greater good so yeah…lawyer it is 🙂

Currently focusing on political science for his BA before law school

Shares a small apartment with Eren and Mikasa cuz they all looked at dorm life and were collectively like “yea, fuck that”

Armin and Mikasa are up first every morning, and they usually share a lil breakfast together before deciding which one should dare try to drag Eren out of bed

Has the best color-coded notes, the type of student to type into the chats links to resources he found helpful when doing the homework, pulls thru with the quizlet right before quizzes

Heavy on that study beats, listens to it even when not studying

Has canva pro and no you cannot use it 🫶🏻

Strict study schedule but he doesn’t go overboard like other honor kids.  He gives himself plenty of breaks and plans his workload so he can enjoy his weekends bc he knows he’ll be useless all burnout 

His Starbucks order is an iced brown sugar oat milk shaken espresso, sometimes with a blueberry muffin, boy likes his sweets

The Starbucks staff around the corner knows him personally and even have a lil crush on him since he's there so often, polite and always puts something in the tip jar (he may get a few free cake pops here and there)

Loves the sims and doing little legacy challenges, the type to get emotional when his sim gets married or has kids because he fr raised them

Deep into the lore too, has his theories about Bella Goth and hates Don Lothario with a passion

One time Eren deleted his saved family and Armin didn’t speak to that man for two weeks

Secretly loves fanfiction but only found family fanfiction bc it reminds him so much of his relationship with Eren and Mikasa. Soft spot for anything Harry Potter tho (proud ravenclaw)

I don’t think he’d smoke weed bc I feel like he’d be a paranoid high so it’d be more stressful than relaxing tbh

But he always trip sits his friends!  

Will go to parties if dragged along but the most he’ll drink is like a twisted tea or white claw and just kinda watch his friends get hammered like 🫣

The type of guy at the party who’ll get dragged into some drunk crying girl’s story about her bf and he’s just sitting there with his one drink, sober asf like, “omfg bestie! you need to dump him, like i’ll help you draft that text rn”

Smells like Johnson and Johnsons baby soap and like he’s so embarrassed about it but his skin is so sensitive he has to use the goo goo gaga stuff

Other than that he kinda smells like fresh laundry?  Uses too much detergent and dryer sheets so his clothes smell like extra good and he doesn’t wear cologne so yeah, hope you like Tide bitches✌🏼

Very loyal to the vanilla bean burts bees chapstick

Has a blue hydro flask that he always has with him, also constantly reminding his friends to drink more water

Totally has scared Eren by telling him about kidney stones and how the dumbass might have to just pee out rocks if he doesn’t drink sum fucking water.

Eren now takes hydrating v seriously :)

Most of his friends will go to him more than their actual advisor bc Armin is just much more helpful tbh and he loves telling them which classes or internships they should take.  

Actually prefers articles and podcasts over books bc of practicality and he already has to read so fucking much for school

But is lowkey one of the annoying ppl where like any conversation you’ll have will end with him like, “Oh earlier I was listening to this one podcast and-”

Has painted his nails a few times but I think he’s a nail biter so he kinda stopped after unintentionally eating so much nail polish

Secret passion for skin care, may or may not be a skincarebyhyram stan

Tried countless times to get Eren to at least wear spf everyday but yea, that bitch don’t listen

Mikasa does tho and they actually go to sephora together once every month for lil skincare hauls (baddie w her baddie friend)

Calls his grandpa everyday, even if it’s just for a few minutes bc he knows his grandpa is all alone now that he left for school and armin just wants him to know that he’s doing fine and making him proud

As your Bf

You guys probably met thru a friend of a friend, most likely you befriended Mikasa or Eren and they started bringing you over and eventually Armin would meet you

Bc in no way would Armin actively search for something romantic when his main focus rn is getting his degree but like damn you were just-

Wow

Anyway, as your bf expect literally so many forehead kisses

Kinda clingy bc he is indeed a scorpio, once it’s official between you two every night he’s like “so we sleeping at my place or yours?”

Bc why would you guys just sleep apart from each other?  

Armin fr forgot how to 

Fav cuddle position is you on your back and him with his head on your chest and arms around your waist

Bonus if you play with his hair and whisper sweet nothings by his temple

I’m on team soft dom armin, boy is a ppl pleaser for sure but still a dom

He’s pretty vanilla and heavy on praise, but if you want him to go hard and degrade you or manhandle you, he would as long as you guys set up a safeword first

His post nut clarity would hit hard tho and he would be so afraid you saw him as some sort of sexist pig afterwards

“WOMEN ARE BEAUTIFUL AND STRONG, IN NO WAY DO I CODONE-”

“Babe chill all you did was spank me.”

If you have a vagina, he is like super educated on the anatomy🤓

Fr makes you pee after sex

Washes his hands before fingering you and you’re just sitting there trying to stay in the mood like “😀”

Tbh the only things I think would be off the table for Armin is anything unhygienic or like anything involving other ppl bc boy is too insecure and possessive for anyone else to be seeing you like that

Sex on the beach isn’t happening either.

If you try to convince him he would just be like,”Sand will end up everywhere (y/n)!  Honestly, it’s like you WANT a yeast infection!”

Having a pre law bf is literally having your own attorney at your beck and call

If you have a problem with a teacher for example, Armin would fr hop on a call with the college and be like “sweetie, who was the head of your department again?”

Next thing you know the poor teacher is fired lol

Can and will fight all your battles

The perfect study buddy, like he'll make flashcards for you without you even asking or telling him what the next test was about?

You never have to edit or revise your essays again, Armin is just proud that you wrote it all out, he’ll take care of it from there so all you have to do later is submit

Armin made one day of the week your guys’ date night and literally someone would have to die in order for him to reschudle bc the boy takes it sooo seriously

Literally Eren can call from the hospital and Armin will just be like “you know what day it is?  Right, it’s Thursday.  Which is date night for me and Y/n.  So unless that broken arm turns into organ failure, don’t call me!”  

Date nights are museums, cafes, planetariums, sometimes you guys will even take a class together

But honestly, the best dates are the ones you guys have at home bc he likes just having you all to himself

Boy is jealous, but more so possessive

Like, it takes a very certain action to piss him off enough to act outwardly bitchy

Boys can make you laugh, they can compliment you, they can try to impress you

But if a boy were to try to protect and care for you?

Armin will snap

Thats literally his job and he sees it as a threat

Will go out of his way to make the dude look really incompentent.

Your study partner brought you a snack bc they know you missed breakfast?

“Y/n doesn’t like that brand, it hurts their tummy.  Maybe you should ask before just shoving whatever in their face😒”  

Its cold out and some guy offers you their jacket?  

“Woah there, prince charming, I don't think your 10 dollar Old Navy hoodie is gonna cut it. Darling, why don’t we head inside and get you a hot drink? 😇”  

A guy friend stops by with some medicine bc he heard you were at home sick?  

Armin’s there at the door like, “My baby’s immune system is really weak right now, the last thing they need is strangers just coming over and making them sicker.  How thoughtless are you?🤬”

Fights don’t really happen bc Armin is so good at de escalating situations, he’s also just such a simp for you that you’ll always gets your way

The only fights he won’t back down from are the ones where he feels like your safety is at risk

Over his dead fucking body would you do anything even remotely dangerous

This is where I see manipulative Armin.  He’d use his skills to convince you that you didn’t even care about what you were arguing for in the first place

At first he might feel a little guilty but after realizing you’re objectively safer from his manipulation, he doesn’t feel as bad

Kinda yandere tbh, but really soft and not dangerous

Your location should always be on tho☺️

Fav Nicknames for you: darling, baby, princess/prince

Songs that fit the vibe: Turning Page by Sleeping At Last, Bad Habit by Steve Lacy and As The World Caves In by Mat Maltese 

“Yes, it’s you I welcome death with, as the world caves in.”

“Nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart.”  

“Thought you were too good for me my dear, never gave me time of day my dear.” 

[hongcherry]

Just for Me || k.hj (m)

"Hongjoong was never overly fond of your cam girl activities, but he didn't want to seem controlling and force you to stop them. Instead, he does the next best thing: he joins you during one of your steams to show everyone you're his."

🎥 Pairing: boyfriend!Hongjoong x camgirl!Reader (afab)

🎥 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Smut, fluff, angst if you squint?; Cam girl au, mainly pwp, established relationship, non-idol au

🎥 Warnings: dom!HJ, sub!reader, reader has she/her pronouns and is referred to as girl sometimes, hj's a lil mean at times, possessive!HJ (but wbk), choking, name-calling (slut) + pet names, sir kink, oral (f rec.), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, spit kink, dirty talk, marks/hickeys, use of a sex toy, fondling, breast play, spanking (ass, pussy), multiple orgasms, degradation, light cum play, exhibitionism, punishment (spanking)

🎥 Word Count: 9.9k (how i did this w a mainly pwp is beyond me)

🎥 Credits: Thank you Panda & Dae (@toikiii) for beta'ing this! Thank you Indigo (@playmetheclassics) for giving me advice on the banner! And thank you Syd (@justaaveragereader) for helping me figure out a few details, which you probably weren't even aware you were helping me w this LMAO but thanks anyway. You're all so amazing and I appreciate your help and time! 🥰

🎥 Author's Note: Please disregard anything that's not accurate in the life of a cam girl as I, spoiler, don't have any experience in that field 🫠 (cue Harry Styles' voice: Or do I?)

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Hongjoong would admit he’s a little possessive. He is selfish, and he certainly doesn’t like to share what is his.

You were aware of this. Even though that trait might be annoying for some, it wasn’t for you—for the most part. There were sometimes when it became too much, but Hongjoong was trying to not be so possessive. Keyword: Trying.

When he became aware of your side job/hobby of being a cam girl two months into your relationship, he wasn’t overly thrilled. At first, he was slightly mad; his clenched jaw at the time told you so. Though, that emotion soon transpired into guilt. Was he not treating you right? Was he not making you happy enough? Were you struggling to make ends meet, and he didn’t know? You were quick to reassure him that you’d been doing it before you met him and were completely satisfied with him both in and out of the bedroom. It was just something you had tried out and ended up enjoying.

Hongjoong didn’t like knowing strangers were seeing you in such intimate ways, ways that he felt should be kept between him and you, but he also didn’t want to be the one to force you to quit doing something you liked. Even though he really, really wanted to.

There was a split second where he considered ending the relationship when you confessed. He wanted someone that was his and his alone. However, his feelings for you were strong. He didn’t want to leave you; especially, when the thought of someone else calling you theirs and touching you emerged in his mind. It was difficult to have two conflicting thoughts.

He guessed the one good thing with the streams is that you were the only one touching yourself, edging yourself, pleasuring yourself. Thus, you both came to an agreement. As long as you didn’t bring any “guests” onto your shows, he would make do with it and wouldn’t throw, what you liked to call, his “mini tantrums.”

When he had given in, you smiled—one that always had his heartbeat stuttering. You were pleased to have gotten his acceptance with your streams. You weren’t sure what you would’ve done if he hadn’t since you didn’t want to quit your shows or lose your relationship with him. You offered him the chance to be in one with you, but he declined. He stated he’d rather save those moments when the camera was off.

Weeks went by as you continued your streams. Hongjoong was never present during them, but he did watch one to understand what you were doing. He had gotten hard while viewing you on the screen—how could he not have? He always got aroused seeing and hearing you in such ways.

Usually, for your streams, only your lips and below were showing. Though occasionally, he would spot the end of the half-mask you wore. He remembered you had told him it was in case you accidentally showed your entire face. He got himself off that night watching you play with yourself.

Hongjoong didn’t keep track of your stream schedule too much. He didn’t want to seem controlling, and honestly, seeing some of the comments in your chat had him feeling that green demon lurking in the shadows. He had to stop himself from typing a warning, realizing no one knew who you really were; therefore, no one knew who he was. He doubted that would’ve stopped the comments anyway.

What really was the tipping point was one day on the way to Seonghwa’s room to hang out, Hongjoong overheard a familiar noise. The door had been ajar, so he couldn’t see much but the sound could be heard through the gap. Hongjoong was quick to recognize the noise. You had made them many times when he was buried deep in your heat. But why were your moans coming from Seonghwa’s bedroom?

Hongjoong had felt a sudden pang of betrayal in his chest. He was just about to storm out of the apartment, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave. Some masochistic part of him needed to see it for himself.

Hongjoong slowly pushed the door open more to see Seonghwa, not in his bed, but at his desk with his back to him. Seonghwa’s computer screen lit the dark room, which caught Hongjoong’s attention. He recognized the bedroom on the screen. You had shown it to him a few times, and he’s seen it through his own screen as well. It was a spare room in your home. Since you were both still fairly new to the relationship, you remained living separately for now.

Hongjoong recalled how you didn’t want people seeing your personal belongings, so you had arranged your other bedroom as a set. You would change out knick-knacks and covers for different ones occasionally. This time, you had pink covers with dainty objects in the background. It was pretty, but not as pretty as you were with your legs parted to expose your bare pussy.

Your moans were ringing out in the room as you pumped two fingers in your entrance. Hongjoong had inhaled sharply, realizing Seonghwa was unknowingly watching his girlfriend get herself off.

The noise was loud enough to have finally caught Seonghwa’s attention. Hongjoong had been staring at Seonghwa’s screen with wide eyes.

The older man quickly tucked himself back in his pants while he scurried to shut off your stream. 

“I’m s-sorry!” he had exclaimed as he turned to face Hongjoong once the tab was closed, face growing red with embarrassment.

Hongjoong wasn’t sure what to say at that point. Part of him had wanted to scold him for watching the stream, but it was on a public platform. Anyone could see you if they wanted. Though it felt strange that someone he knew was watching you. Sometimes he wished he stayed blissfully unaware of your viewer’s identities.

However, that seemed not to be the case.

A week later, he found himself in the same scenario, but instead of Seonghwa, it was Yunho. Hongjoong’s initial feelings of treachery were absent this time. He had carefully pushed Yunho’s door open more so he could confirm his suspicion. Just like before, your stream was displayed on Yunho’s screen. Your pretty moans were playing through the speakers. Between your sounds, Hongjoong could hear the faint sound of Yunho touching himself. Even though he was relieved to know you weren’t cheating on him, he couldn’t help that possessive nature coming up again at having discovered his friends were seeing you in such a way.

He wondered what they were thinking. Did they want to have you in their beds? Were they imagining their dicks inside your dripping cunt? Did they wish you were moaning because of them? Of course, they were. What else could they be thinking about?

Hongjoong had left the place irritated. He didn’t even bother interrupting Yunho; he couldn’t stop him from watching you. Not unless he explained the reason as to why, but it wasn’t his place to disclose your secret hobby.

You’re not sure what had overcome Hongjoong when he came to you one day declaring to do a stream together. Although you weren’t opposed, you found it strange how determined he was since he was against it at first. Sure, he could change his mind, but you figured he would be a little hesitant if he did so. However, after asking him multiple times if he was really okay with it, and him declaring yes, you set a time and date for him to come over. You had gone over a few things to ensure the stream would go smoothly with him. He decided he didn’t want his face shown, nor did he want his voice heard. He just wanted the attention to be on you. You respected his wishes and assured him he’d stay anonymous.

“Are you nervous?” you asked while you checked your equipment. Hongjoong sat in the chair in the corner, a leg bouncing up and down absentmindedly. He stopped when you asked him the question.

“No,” he said. You glanced at him incredulously for a second before turning back to the tasks at hand.

“It’s just a little stressful to know people are watching me… us,” he sighed after a moment of silence. 

Once you were done, you moved to him. You leaned down and raised his face to see him better.

“Baby, you always make me feel so good. Just be yourself,” you soothed.

Hongjoong closed his eyes for a second as he collected himself, inhaling deeply before releasing his breath gradually.

“That’s it, Joong. Just breathe,” you comforted and rubbed at his shoulder.

Hongjoong raised a hand to your face and guided you down until your lips met. The kiss was gentle and brief, but it had your heart fluttering in your chest nonetheless.

“Go get dressed, love,” he instructed gently. You were wearing sweats and a random shirt, having been too lazy to dress up before he arrived.

You smiled at knowing he felt ready. Nodding, you left the room to get dressed. You liked dressing cute in bright colors when you did your streams, but you knew Hongjoong liked darker shades. Though you’re sure he would’ve liked you in anything, you wanted to please him more tonight. The lingerie you wore was a mix of black and red while your layered clothes on top were simply black. You added a choker that had draping chains with a matching earring set, along with some knee-high socks.

When you came back, Hongjoong donned a black mask and a baseball cap. He was making sure his face was covered. He appeared so attractive in his fit, yet you couldn’t help but giggle at him.

“Why are you laughing?” he huffed playfully.

“You look cute,” you shrugged and shut the door. Hongjoong tore his cap off to see you better, hair falling around his face. His lips parted at your body. Your low-cut top paired with your skirt had him freezing in his seat.

“Do you like it? It’s nothing special,” you asked, a little nervous now that you were in front of him.

Hongjoong stood from the chair and stalked toward you. “It may not be on someone else, but you make it special. You’re beautiful.”

He quickly pulled the mask down before giving your cheek a reassuring kiss and then planting another on your lips.

“We better get started soon before I take you right now,” he murmured when he pulled away. His hands rested on your hips, pulling you against him to feel you.

You giggled at his eagerness. “Let me go and we can,” you replied.

“If I must,” he sighed dramatically and slowly released his grip on you.

You walked over to your setup, waking up the monitors and doing a double-check on everything. You had a monitor to read the chat and another to check what was being shown. There was also a microphone on the table to capture the audio better.

Hongjoong stood in the corner as he fixed his cap and mask. You had told him during a previous conversation to wait until you cued him in, and you were glad to see he remembered.

After checking the time, you started your stream. You moved away and sat on your bed, legs crossed and arms resting on either side of your body. You leaned forward to read the chat, and the act had your breasts pushing together.

“Hi everyone, welcome back,” you said with a smile, seeing various greetings flood your chat.

“A new color, I know,” you said after seeing several comments about your darker attire. “It’s different, but hopefully you like it.”

You jumped down from your bed to give the camera a twirl.

Hongjoong watched silently, hands clasped in front of him while his eyes roamed your figure. The spin had your skirt rising to get a sneak peek of your undies.

“See? Simple, but pretty,” you continued and sat back on the bed. You waited a few more minutes to let your audience grow before you peered up at Hongjoong. He was watching you attentively. So much so that it had a chill running down your spine in excitement. It was hard to see his face, but just the way he was standing had you ready to get started.

“Yes, today’s the day,” you smiled at the camera. 

You had announced you were going to have a special guest join you for a stream. You never disclosed who it was, but you wanted to inform your viewers of the slight change to your regular activities. 

“I have someone joining me today. I hope you guys don’t mind.”

You reached out to Hongjoong. He took that as his cue and placed his hand in yours. You gently pulled him into the frame. He stood next to you by the bed, part of his upper body out of view of the camera.

Your eyes scanned the chat for a second, seeing mostly excitement but a few comments that were against your guest. You disregarded them, though.

“Is he my boyfriend or husband?” you read aloud. 

You weren’t going to disclose that information, a little worried people may find you in real life or even stop watching if they knew you weren’t single. However, you knew Hongjoong wouldn’t like it if you lied. He had told you earlier it was up to you if the question arose, but you knew how he really felt. Even if a few people dropped your stream, you cared about Hongjoong’s feelings more. Plus, you figured people could find you regardless of knowing your relationship status.

“Yes, he’s my boyfriend,” you answered and tilted your head up at him. He glanced down at you. Despite not seeing his grin, you knew from his eyes that he was happy. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze in case his eye smile wasn’t enough.

“How is he okay with me doing this? Because he’s understanding and respects my decisions,” you said when you read a few worried comments.

Your lips dipped in a frown when you saw people tease Hongjoong for not being good enough between the sheets that you had to resort to streaming yourself. “He treats me just right in bed. I do this because I want to, not because I need to. You’ll see how good he fucks me soon,” you giggled.

You stayed silent as you continued reading the chat.

“Hm,” you sighed sadly and quickly messaged your moderators. You were lucky enough to have a few of them to make sure the chat wasn’t too creepy. You knew you were going to get a few strange comments as your streaming content was mature, but you were still human. You weren’t going to tolerate anything overly sexual or degrading. If anyone were to degrade you, it’d be Hongjoong in bed.

You didn’t realize Hongjoong had sat on the edge of the bed until you accidentally backed into him. His hands came up to your hips to keep you balanced.

“Oh! Sorry,” you said.

Hongjoong stayed silent but rubbed your sides to let you know it was okay. He pulled you back slightly, so you were leaning more into his body. He nuzzled his face, as best he could without disrupting his cap, against your neck. You rubbed his arms gently as you focused on your stream again.

“Alright chat. If I see any more comments disrespecting my boyfriend, you’ll get kicked. This is going to be an enjoyable night, so be kind and let’s have fun, okay?” you instructed. Hongjoong hummed quietly behind you, and you knew he was appreciative of your action.

After your chat was mainly in agreement, you smiled. “Good.”

You glanced behind you to look at Hongjoong. He peeped his head up when you moved.

“You ready, baby?” you asked sweetly. He nodded, hands squeezing your hips more from nervousness.

You turned around in his grasp and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Can I take that off, so I can kiss you?” you asked quietly enough for it to not be picked up by the mic.

Hongjoong glanced behind you at the monitor. Your body was covering him well enough to keep him hidden.

“Okay,” he whispered and carefully pulled down the mask. You gave him a smile seeing his handsome face before leaning in to kiss him.

Hongjoong raised a hand to grip the tip of his hat, making sure it was low enough to cover his eyes. Through the kiss, you could feel he was nervous. His movements were tense—not as smooth as they usually were. You hoped as time went by, he would get more comfortable.

You ran your tongue along his lip, and he granted you access quickly. Hongjoong widened his legs as he pressed your body against his with his free hand. You smiled into the kiss when you shuffled closer, gently climbing onto his lap. Hongjoong’s hand trailed to your ass. He lifted you up, so it was easier to get settled. Once you were perched, you began to gradually grind against his crotch. He let out a small moan and pulled away from the kiss.

You reached forward to push the mask up his face carefully. While you did so, Hongjoong’s eyes drifted to the screens behind you. His hand on your rear caused your skirt to partly ride up to show a hint of your pretty ass. He let go of his cap to cup both your cheeks, giving them both a rough squeeze to see more of your skin.

You hummed contently as he did so, diving down to trail kisses up the column of his neck. 

The soft feeling of your lips had Hongjoong smiling behind his mask. His head tilted slightly as you sucked a mark on his neck near the mole you loved so much. When you licked and nipped at his skin after, he released another moan.

“Keep moving, baby,” he told you lowly.

Not realizing you had stopped, you adhered to his wish and rolled your hips against him. Mewls escaped your lips when you rubbed your clit with each glide.

Hongjoong stared at the screen as you did so, loving the way your clothed pussy could be seen slightly when you pushed your ass back a certain amount. His eyes moved to the other screen that was showing the chat.

Some comments were about how they wished they had someone to do the same, others were saying how they wanted to see more of your body. At first, Hongjoong wanted to do the opposite—to take the covers from the bed and wrap you like a burrito so no one could see you. Though he knew that was just him being selfish again. After all, most of these people have already seen your body, but none of them had touched you. No one has been in Hongjoong’s position. That thought stirred something inside his chest. Something akin to cockiness.

You lifted your head to peer at him when you noticed he had stilled.

“What’s wrong?” you frowned, hand coming up to avert his gaze to you instead of behind you.

Hongjoong looked at you, eyes flickering from between your eyes as his mind raced. He was stuck between wanting to turn off the stream and wanting to show everyone just how pretty his girl was.

Not needing to hear his inner turmoil, you spoke, “We can stop,” you reassured, “or you can show everyone how good you fuck me. How good I can take it.”

Your words had Hongjoong’s eyes darkened with lust.

He hated sharing. He really did. Part of him still wanted to keep all parts of you to himself—your body, your sounds, your thoughts. But something in him also wanted to make everyone watching jealous. They could crave you as much as they’d like, but they’d never be the one pleasuring you. They’d never be him.

For some reason that boosted his ego.

People wanted what he had, and that made him feel powerful. You were his special gem. He never wanted to let you go.

“Joongie?” you called out softly to him when he didn’t answer.

“Turn around,” he instructed, voice a little husky and eyes sharp with authority. You bit your lip at his commanding attitude and climbed off his lap to do as you were told. Your heart was thudding in anticipation. You were glad he decided to keep going.

Hongjoong slipped his mask down and placed kisses against your neck that weren’t covered by the choker. You moved your head to give enough space for him and his cap, watching in the monitor as he kept his face hidden. He was nipping at your skin while his hands started to roam your body. You placed your palms on his muscular thighs to keep you steady.

Hongjoong’s mouth parted on a place against your neck and began to suck. You could tell his goal was to leave a mark. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s done so, but his actions felt more determined than ever.

Your eyes watched through the screen as his hands trailed up your legs. They caught on your skirt, lifting the hem to expose your panties for a few seconds before letting the material fall. They continued upward until they reached your chest. You moaned when his strong hands grabbed your breasts—palming them steadily, but roughly.

The comments were a mix of complaints and praises; some said the action was too slow, and others said how sexy it was to see Hongjoong touch you. The negative ones didn’t bother you as you were enjoying yourself with your boyfriend and that’s what mattered. There was no need to rush.

Hongjoong’s mouth moved from one part of your neck to another, repeating the actions until your skin was littered with small marks. You could see them blossoming through the screen.

He slipped his mask up before his hands moved beneath your top and began to lift it up. You raised your arms to help him remove it.

“So pretty,” you heard him whisper behind you, causing you to smile.

He admired your body for a second, taking in the way your breasts filled the bra beautifully, and soon, his hands cupped your chest again. After a few more squeezes of your flesh, he took off the material. Your torso was now completely exposed to him and your viewers.

Hongjoong eyed the chat for a second. There was still a feeling of possessiveness when he read how sexy you looked. He agreed, but he was still trying to get used to having people see you bare. He reminded himself you were his. He was the only one who could touch you. He had a feeling this would be repeated in his head later.

His hands found your breasts again, and his fingers twisted your nipples, causing you to gasp and clutch his thighs. He gently pulled on them while he watched your face. Your eyebrows knitted together at the slight pain, but your moans told him you liked it. Hongjoong released your nipples and spread his hand across your breasts. When he started massaging them again, you began grinding against him. He let out a small groan at the feeling.

Your eyes shifted to the chat as you moved your hips.

“Thank you, ‘chilly mangos’, for the donation,” you said as a notification appeared. “‘Fruity juice’ as well.”

You heard Hongjoong snicker behind you, and you pinched his leg in a warning. The usernames were always a little funny to say out loud, but what were you to do about it? It was just something you had to get used to.

“Hm, his hands look good on my boobs?” you read with a small laugh. “I agree.”

At the comment, Hongjoong pushed up your breasts and squeezed, giving your viewers a good look at how round they were. He released them after a second, and you watched as they bounced back in place.

You smiled at the comments that flooded in. Various messages were about how they wanted Hongjoong to do it again or wished he would fuck your breasts. There were other requests, which you normally took into high consideration, but you wanted today to be more natural—not tending to others’ needs.

“I appreciate the donations and the requests everyone, but I probably won’t read chat too much today,” you informed.

Hongjoong slid his hands back up your body. You didn’t realize you had been leaning forward to interact with the chat until he pulled you back with his hands on your chest again. He played with them as you continued to talk to your viewers for a bit. He would switch from pinching your nipples to bouncing your breasts in his hands. Eventually, his ministrations moved downward, and his hips started to move against your ass. You could feel himself getting harder the more he rubbed himself. One of his hands went between your legs, but his fingers spread so he wasn’t touching your folds. It was a teasing action, and you needed to feel more.

“A-alright, guys,” you stammered, “I’m going to tend to my boyfriend now. I think he’s getting a little needy. Isn’t that right, baby?”

You glanced at Hongjoong. Even though you couldn’t see his pout, you knew it was there. You smiled, leaning down to press a kiss through his mask.

“I’m all yours,” you said.

Hongjoong took the green light to shuffle farther up on the bed. He patted the space between his legs to call you over. Before you followed him, you quickly zoomed the camera in a little. Hongjoong’s neck and face were out of frame, but that was fine. You situated yourself on the bed quickly after. Your back was pressed against his chest, and you let Hongjoong hook your legs over his. He lifted your skirt and tucked the ends in the waistband. With your legs wide and clothed pussy on display, Hongjoong slithered a hand south.

Your body jerked slightly when he grazed his fingers over your clit then your slit. He could feel the dampness of your panties, and he hummed in satisfaction, pleased to find that you were already wet. He pressed his fingers harder against you, slipping between your folds through your underwear. You mewled at the feeling, hips rolling upward to feel more of him.

“Stay still,” Hongjoong instructed you quietly.

You nodded and stilled your body. Though when he glided his fingers up and to your clit, you bucked your hips again. Hongjoong didn’t say anything to that and slowly circled your bud. His speed increased, causing you to jerk in his grasp again.

“You’re not being good,” he commented.

“C-can’t help it,” you whined. Your legs tried to close when he pinched your clit carefully. You heard Hongjoong make a condescending noise at seeing your failed attempt. You weren’t able to bring your legs together due to them being forced open by his own legs.

Hongjoong’s eyes rose to the monitors. The sight of you spread between his legs, bare torso resting against his, had him getting harder. He then turned to read the comments. There were a few complaints that they couldn’t hear your voices and others that were making certain requests. He saw a couple of donation notifications pop up as well. One request caught his eye. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to be told what to do, but something in him wanted to fulfill this request. 

Hongjoong’s hand suddenly left your clit, only to bring it down against your folds in a light smack.

You gasped at his action; your hands came to hold onto his arms that were in front of you.

Happy with your reaction, Hongjoong repeated the action. Your body jumped, and your legs pressed against his in another attempt to close.

“Your chat is very naughty,” he murmured in your ear.

“S-sometimes,” you stuttered.

He chuckled, not believing you. He’s seen the comments when he’s watched your streams, but it was a little different considering he was the one being asked to do things to you now.

“They want to hear your voice, baby,” he continued and brought his hand back to your pussy. Though this time he pulled aside your underwear. His eyes glanced down at your slickened folds, now bare for everyone to see.

His fingers rubbed between your lower lips, coating his digits with your arousal. “I’ll make sure they hear it.”

His additional comment had your heart thudding in your chest.

Without notice, he slipped a finger inside, making you lean your head against his shoulder. He pumped it unhurriedly. He loved seeing how just one finger had you whining. At the second finger, you wiggled against him. Your hips were bucking up as you tried to grind against his hand.

“You’re really just misbehaving today, huh? Why is that?” he questioned. Usually, when you did, he would stop what he was doing and make you apologize until he felt you meant it. You were scared he’d do that now, but he didn’t. Instead, he inserted another finger.

“I-I don’t know,” you mumbled, hands tightening their hold on his arms.

Hongjoong glided his digits in and out a couple of times before spreading them on the way out. The stretch had you crying, legs squeezing against his.

“They liked that,” he said after he checked the chat.

Hongjoong dove three fingers into your pussy again and slowly parted them, making a show of how well you could be stretched. You were moaning against him; your eyes were glued on the monitor showing the both of you. He abruptly retracted his hand and reached to the side. You were forced to sit up slightly, legs untangling from his, as he retrieved something from the nightstand.

Donations were coming in more now, and you read the chat briefly before turning your attention to Hongjoong.

He leaned back up with one of your dildos and a small bottle of lube in his hands. Your thighs pressed together at the sight. His lips quirked up at your position, staring at you for a moment while he decided what he wanted to do.

He climbed off the bed and strolled to the end of it again, gesturing for you to follow, so you did.

“Take them off,” he demanded, finger pointing to your skirt. You started to remove it, but Hongjoong tsked and shook his head. At his disapproval, your hands went to your panties instead. When he didn’t say anything, you continued their descent until they were off completely.

Your eyes watched his face while he gently situated you in the position he wanted. Your legs were spread, feet perched on the mattress and your body leaned back on your arms. Hongjoong placed the object by you as he moved to your setup. You stayed silent as he adjusted the camera’s view. He made sure the focus was solely on you before sitting next to you sideways and angling his body in front of you. With his back turned to the camera, he shifted his mask down and captured your lips with his.

His tongue slipped inside your mouth, meeting yours quickly. As he did this, he picked up the dildo and spread some lube over it. The sound of the cap opening had your body tingling with excitement. One of your hands rose to grab the back of his head. Your fingers tangled in his hair that wasn’t covered by the cap, tugging on it when he nipped at your lip playfully.

Your body jolted slightly when he brought the toy to your pussy. Steadily, he pressed it inside your entrance. You moaned into the kiss, clutching the sheets with one hand and his hair with the other. Hongjoong pulled away to look down. You carefully put his mask in place before leaning back again. Your eyes stared down, watching with an open mouth as he pushed the object farther. When it was halfway in, he started to thrust it gradually.

“Shit,” you panted loudly when he started to speed up. You recalled how Hongjoong had informed you your chat wanted to hear you more. Although you weren’t sure if they were only referring to your moans, you still decided to speak up. You were used to it anyway.

“You look so pretty being stuffed,” he hummed, “but you’ll look even prettier on my cock. Isn’t that right?”

You nodded quickly, gaze moving to his eyes. “Want your cock instead.”

“I bet you do, but I want you to come first,” he said and put his attention back to pumping the toy quickly. He shifted on the bed and then moved his other hand to rub your clit.

Hongjoong couldn’t stop glancing at the chat.

It appeared he spoke a little too loudly. He had forgotten he was closer to the mic when he was at the end of the bed. Although he could be heard, it wasn’t audible enough to decipher. They had simply heard a hint of what he sounded like. You, on the other hand, could be heard better as you were speaking louder.

“C-close, Jo—baby,” you stammered, walls clenching around the toy that was gliding in and out of you.

“Go on,” he said, eyes moving back to your body in front of him. A few more rubs of your clit and thrusts of the dildo had you moaning out as you came.

Hongjoong pulled the toy from you, tossing it back on the bed before he kneeled between your legs. He quickly twisted his cap, so it was backward and yanked the mask down. He dove into your pussy, tongue licking up your dripping folds.

“Fuck,” you cursed again, head lolling back as you placed a hand against his head. Hongjoong’s hands rested on your bucking hips, trying to still them. You knew he could hold you down, but he wasn’t putting much effort into doing that.

Hongjoong glanced up at you. The tip of his tongue was circling your clit for a second before he went back to gliding it up and down your slit.

He loved the way you tasted against his tongue. He slipped the wet muscle inside, and you pushed your hips against his face more. He savored your juices as he pulled away, chin coated in your wetness. The sight was heavenly, and you moved your hand to the back of his neck to bring him to you.

You smiled when you tasted yourself against his tongue. The kiss was brief as Hongjoong pulled away shortly. He adjusted both of you, so your mouths were in the frame. His hand rose to grip your chin, gently tugging it down to open your mouth. Your eyes were glued on his, even though they weren’t captured on stream, while you waited for his next move. What he did next, however, shocked you as he’s never done it before.

Hongjoong gathered saliva in his mouth before spitting it into your own. A corner of his lips curled up in a smile as you swallowed with wide eyes. Unexpectedly, you stuck your tongue out again as if asking for more.

He scoffed, a little meaner than you expected. “I knew you would like that,” he tutted quietly to you. “I saw a request asking for it.”

Instead of granting your wish, he pulled you up and met your tongue with his in a sloppy kiss.

“I-I saw a comment I wanted to try, too,” you confessed breathlessly after the kiss.

Hongjoong let you go as he adjusted his cap. He wiped the remnants of your arousal from his chin with his shirt before moving the mask up. He raised a brow in curiosity. “Yeah?”

Placing your hands on his chest, you guided him, so the back of his knees hit the mattress. He sat down and placed his hands on your waist.

“Can I call you sir?” you asked softly, a little nervous about his answer.

Hongjoong’s eyes turned into half-moons, indicating his hidden smile. “I told you your chat was dirty.”

“Joongie,” you pouted lowly so no one but him could hear.

Hongjoong’s hands came to rest on your ass beneath the skirt. He massaged the flesh, causing your body to move toward his.

“Go ahead, baby,” he chuckled. “I’m willing to try it.”

You couldn’t stop your eyes from lighting up at his permission. “Just tell me to stop if it makes you uncomfortable.”

He nodded. “Okay.”

You smiled down at him but before you could do anything, he spun you around to face the camera again. He leaned down to your ear, voice dropping lower.

“You really thought you were going to take over now?” he laughed haughtily. “You’re lucky I’m letting you get away with shit right now.”

Your body stilled at his words, teeth coming out to bite your lower lip.

“Sorry, sir,” you replied. The word was foreign, but it excited you.

Hongjoong didn’t reply quickly as he digested the word. It was certainly different from what he normally heard, yet he didn’t hate it. He still favored when you called him by his name instead, but since you weren’t allowed to do that now, sir would have to do. Plus, he liked the air of superiority that came along with the title.

“I think I could get used to that,” he whispered in your ear, causing goosebumps to rise along your skin. “Help me take off my pants?”

By that, you knew he wanted you to do it all, but you didn’t mind. You started to turn to face him, but he held you still.

“No, do it from here,” he instructed. “I want them to admire what they can’t have.”

You’re not sure what had come over Hongjoong since you knew he wasn’t a big fan of you exposing your body to strangers. In spite of that, you had to admit his words had arousal drip between your legs. You loved when he reminded you that you were his.

You nodded, reaching behind you to find his belt buckle. Your hands brushed against his bulge, and you took a detour to palm him through his pants. He hissed lowly, fingers digging into your waist. Your legs squeezed together when you felt how hard he was. While the dildo felt good, Hongjoong would always feel better.

“You better take off my pants now, pretty girl. You’re already on thin ice,” he said in your ear.

You’re not sure what his words meant. You knew you were doing stuff he usually wouldn’t allow, but he hasn’t punished you for them. You figured he was just being more lenient tonight. You didn’t think his words held any weight. However, he sounded a little sterner, so you adhered to his command.

Once you unclasped the belt, you hurriedly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Hongjoong’s eyes were on the monitors, switching from the one showing the camera’s sight to the one displaying your chat. The feeling of possessiveness was still lingering in him, but now he wasn’t so caught up in trying to hide you.

Hongjoong’s hands glided across your body, playing with your breasts for a moment before moving down your tummy and between your legs. They never stayed in one place for long—always making you crave more.

Your hands shoved at his pants, hinting at Hongjoong to lift his hips so you could push the material down. You slid down both his underwear and pants as best you could from your position. When Hongjoong saw you couldn’t pull down any further, he moved them down the rest of the way and kicked them to the side.

You began to glance back to see his cock that you loved, but a hand came up and forced your face to look at the camera.

“Read the chat,” he commanded.

You whined when he denied you. You felt his hand brush your back as he pumped himself, so you pushed your ass against him, trying to feel him better.

He pushed you forward suddenly, a loud smack resounding in the room. The spot he had hit on your ass stung, and you reached back to grip his knees for balance.

“What did I say?” he questioned.

Your eyes moved to the chat screen. When you didn’t say anything, Hongjoong spoke.

“Out loud, baby.”

You cleared your throat as you started reading some of the messages.

“T-thank you, ‘daddy for you’ and ‘baby doll ninety-two,’ for the donations. Along with—”

“Not those,” Hongjoong chided as he peered over your shoulder, hand no longer touching his dick. You saw on the screen that he had rested them on the bed. There was a small amount of disappointment that his hands weren’t on you instead.

“Look at that,” he said. “They wish it was their cock instead of that stupid toy. They want to suck your nipples until you’re crying their names… Spit in your mouth and on your face until you’re covered in it.”

You had ignored those comments as you didn’t want Hongjoong to feel jealous, but you should’ve known those messages would catch his attention. Though, he didn’t seem as upset at them as you had anticipated.

“Do you want that?” he asked. “You want one of your viewers to touch you instead?”

You shook your head frantically. “I only want you, sir.”

“Is that so?” he hummed.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” he prompted.

“Yes, sir,” you corrected. Hongjoong has always been controlling in the bedroom, but this was slightly different, and it thrilled you.

“Hm. Are you sure? Look at all those people wanting to ruin you,” he replied. You could see his eyes had moved to your face through the screen. You caught his fiery gaze. God, you wanted him to touch you again. You wanted to bring his hands on your body, but he didn’t seem to be in the mood to be controlled.

“But they’re not you, sir.”

Hongjoong scoffed as if the thought of one of them in his place amused him. “That’s exactly right, baby. Who’s the only one who gets to ruin you?”

Your thighs were rubbing together as Hongjoong stared at you intensely. “You, sir.”

“So, what does that make you?”

Hongjoong finally touched you.

He had you take a few steps forward as he stood behind you. He gently pulled your arms behind your back, holding them there as he adjusted his length to rest against the cleft of your ass.

“Answer me,” he said when you didn’t reply.

“Yours. It makes me yours,” you stuttered, feeling him glide the tip of his cock along your folds. You had forgotten his title, but he didn’t seem to care about it for now.

“Say it louder. I want them to hear you clearly.”

“I’m yours,” you repeated, raising your volume to ensure your mic picked up your voice. “I’m only yours.”

Pleased with you listening to his directions, Hongjoong buried himself in your warm heat.

Your mouth fell open in a lengthy moan when he slid all the way. Your legs quivered ever so slightly at being a little sensitive from your previous orgasm.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he rasped.

Hongjoong looked at you in the monitor, loving the way you were pushing your chest toward the camera as your ass pressed against his pelvis. The sight was enticing, and he saved a mental picture of it.

Hongjoong slowly slid out of you before thrusting back in, a small smirk on his face when he watched your chest move. He continued this motion, letting the sound of his skin slapping yours roughly echo in the room. Upon reading the comments, he moved a hand to your throat. He squeezed the sides of your neck to give you enough pressure to make your eyes roll back and a whimper escape. The act wasn’t new to you both, but you always loved when he did it.

“Your chat is right,” he huffed. “You do look like a slut right now.”

Your walls squeezed around him, and Hongjoong grunted lowly behind you. He eased the pressure on your throat, allowing air to flow better as he adjusted both your bodies, so you were sideways to the camera.

Seeing more comments spurred his quickened pace. He wanted them to feel jealous they weren’t the ones fucking into you, but some of the comments were criticizing him. Saying they bet they could fuck you better. Make you scream louder. Maybe he shouldn’t be letting the comments get to him. After all, he was the one with you. However, the idea of you leaving him for someone better had an almost animalistic feeling overcome him.

He pounded into you, holding your arms behind your back and watching his cock disappear between your folds. You were moaning, trying your hardest to keep your footing as he jolted you forward. It helped that he had secured your arms.

Hongjoong pulled out suddenly, causing you to whine loudly at the empty feeling. He moved to lie down on the bed, carefully pulling you on top of him. You straddled his body and pushed his shirt up. He quickly removed the material, mindful of his cap. Your hands instantly glided up his torso. Hongjoong let you touch him while he aligned the tip at your entrance again. He wasted no time in pushing your hips down, engulfing his hard cock with your pussy.

He groaned at the feeling, leaning his head against the mattress as you started to roll your hips.

You hooked a finger on his mask and waited for his approval before pulling it down. You kissed him hastily, hands coming up to cup his face since you couldn’t tangle them in his hair.

Hongjoong held your waist firmly, guiding your body up and down. Although you were doing a lot of the work, you let him set the pace—which was rather speedy. Your mouth moved away from his. Breathing heavily, you used your energy to bounce on his dick, moans and whines leaving your mouth. You loved how full you felt as he slid against your walls. The stretch of his girth had you feeling a familiar pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, watching you from below. His words encouraged you to move faster, however, you couldn’t keep the pace you set for long. Your legs started to become sore, but you needed to keep moving. You needed to come as did he. The idea of not being able to continue much longer had you crying out.

“What is it, hm?” he asked, though he had a feeling what your whine was about.

“N-need your help, Joongie,” you pouted, voice low.

“But you’re doing so well,” he cooed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You stared down at him, finally able to see his full face. He looked so handsome staring at you, mouth slightly raised in a smile.

You shook your head, slowing down your movements. “You’re better. Please?”

“What are you asking for, pretty girl?” His arms trailed up and down your sides, not caring that you had now completely stilled on his lap.

“Need you to take over—to f-fuck me,” you pleaded, eyes blown out and needy.

He grinned and put his mask back in place before sitting up. He wrapped one arm around your body as he adjusted the position. Your lips pulled into a lazy smile, and you draped your arms over his shoulders, so your body was pressed against his.

Once he felt stable, he started to buck his hips up. You gasped at the feeling of his skin hitting yours; the sound had you squeezing around his cock.

His thrusts slowed to a stop when he felt your arousal drip down his dick, a gravelly moan slipping from his mouth.

“Shit, you’re leaking down my cock, baby girl,” he hissed, hands dragging your body up until just his tip remained. He loved seeing how wet he made you. He eased you back down, earning him a beautiful sigh from your lips.

He paused his movements to look at the screen, mentally reminding himself to have his way with you in front of a mirror in the future. He wanted you to see yourself take him—to see your face morph with pleasure.

Hongjoong then unhooked your arms and guided your hands on your ass. “I want them to see how much of a slut you are.”

You mewled at his words, understanding what he wanted as you spread your cheeks to give the camera a better view of Hongjoong sliding in.

“Of course, they like that,” he growled and then continued his movements; however, he didn’t gradually reach a quick pace, he just started there. His hips slammed up to yours, forcing your body to jolt up and down his chest as you laid there and took what he was giving you.

“Look at you take my cock like a good girl,” he praised through clenched teeth, his gaze on the monitor. He eased his speed for a moment. The steady roll of his hips felt delightful. “I bet you love having people watch you get fucked. Hm? Am I right? You want them to see how I split you open?”

You nodded, whimpering, “Yes, sir.”

Hongjoong hummed while he continued to push into you. He moaned, feeling your cunt suck him back in. Not only did your audience like this view, but he did as well. Seeing your pussy stretch to fit him made him go faster, needing to see you leak his cum.

“Wanna’ come, sir,” he heard you cry into his shoulder. “Need to come.”

“Go ahead. I want to see you fall apart on my dick, baby,” he replied, hands moving from your body to get a sturdier position. He began slamming into you. Each movement had you nearing your climax.

Soon enough you came with a loud whine. Your legs shook, and your hands grabbed his shoulders for support.

Hongjoong came after a few more rough thrusts. His breathy moans were next to your ear as he held you still against him. You clenched your walls around him, wanting to milk him for everything he could give you. You soon slumped against his chest.

He smiled behind his mask and wrapped his arms around your body. You did the same to him, letting both of you take a breather. The stream was forgotten momentarily as you basked in the feeling of your boyfriend’s touch. Hongjoong caressed you gently, massaging your body in various places.

After a few minutes, he carefully pulled out and laid you on the bed, face down.

He raised your hips slightly and spread your ass to watch as his cum dripped from your spent cunt. While it was mostly for his pleasure, there was a small part of him that wanted the chat to see how well he fucked you.

“You’re mine, love,” Hongjoong whispered. You nodded in agreement with a hum, too tired to concur verbally.

He dipped a finger in your entrance, causing you to squirm from sensitivity. He chuckled softly and scooped up some of his cum on his fingers. Hongjoong slipped his digits in his mouth, sucking the substance off as he moved to your setup.

He watched the messages come in quickly. A smirk appeared on his lips seeing the majority of them were about how they envied him. They wished they were the ones who just fucked you.

His eyes flickered to the screen capturing you. Your hips had fallen on the mattress, and your breathing was calming down. You were simply laying there, tired.

Seeing your exhausted state, he raised a hand in front of the camera. He gave a wave before ending the stream. After triple checking it was truly off, he removed his cap and mask. He shook out his hair a few times and then strolled to the bed.

“That was fun,” you murmured sleepily.

Hongjoong rubbed a soothing hand up and down your back. You smiled at his comforting touch and hauled yourself into a sitting position.

“Did you have fun, Joongie?” you wondered. It was difficult to tell as his face was beginning to rest in a frown.

“I did,” he started as he sat on the edge of the bed. You tilted your head in confusion since he didn’t look like he had fun. “But I think you deserve a punishment for how you acted during the stream.”

That woke you up a bit.

“W-what? But I was good,” you sputtered, a pout appearing on your features.

He chuckled darkly. “Were you? Moving when I told you not to? Touching me when that’s not what I asked for? That’s you being good?”

Your shoulders sagged as he recalled your previous actions. “I-I thought you were okay with it.”

“You know I shouldn’t have to tell you things twice. Now come here,” he instructed, patting his lap. You hesitated for a second but quickly laid down at his narrowing gaze.

One of his hands flipped up the skirt you still wore. He rubbed your ass, pleased to see his cum still between your legs. Then suddenly his hand came down on one of your cheeks, which had you yelping.

“Count.”

The next time Hongjoong met up with his friends, there was an awkward tension in the air. Seonghwa and Yunho had a difficult time looking at him. It got even worse when you accompanied him. Hongjoong wasn’t sure what was up with them until it dawned on him as he walked by their rooms. Moaning and grunting came from their rooms, but instead of seeing you on screen, it was another woman. They must have watched your stream when he guest-starred. There was no doubt that they had figured out who he was by how they were acting. Part of him wondered if they got off on it even after they discovered who you both were.

There was some relief knowing that they weren’t watching your streams anymore, or at least if they did, he didn’t know. However, a darker side of him was disappointed they stopped. Hongjoong wanted to gloat in their faces about how he was able to feel your tight cunt around him instead of them. Maybe even have you wear skimpy outfits around them to just increase their jealousy.

It sounded extremely wrong and entitled when he thought of it, but ever since that stream, he couldn’t help but have an extra boost of confidence. Though he hasn’t come on your show since. You were a little upset, worried even, that he didn’t like it. However, he simply wanted to not feel pressured into fucking you a certain way. Yes, he did like feeling smug at that moment, but he didn’t expect it to last well after the stream. He wasn’t sure how healthy that was, so he kept his distance from that world.

When Hongjoong came by your home a few weeks later, you had just finished another live stream. There was a slight sheen of sweat covering your skin, and you were wearing a robe. You greeted him with open arms and a loving kiss.

“I didn’t know you were going to have one so early,” he observed, realizing it was a little earlier than usual. You shrugged.

“I was horny and thought, why not?” you replied.

Hongjoong frowned. “You could have called me.”

You giggled and grabbed his hand, leading him to the bathroom as you started a bath. “I don’t want to just have sex with you, Joongie. I want cuddles, movie nights, dinner dates,” you listed off.

You checked the water’s temperature before plugging the drain so it could fill. You added some soap, watching bubbles begin to form.

“We can still have those,” he replied.

“I know,” you said with a gentle smile.

You slipped off your robe, letting it pool on the floor before sinking into the warm water. A sigh left your lips as you felt relaxed. Hongjoong came and sat on the edge of your sunken tub. He took your hand when you reached for him.

You continued, “But I want to focus on building our relationship without having sex involved.”

“You’re saying you’re tired of having sex with me?” he asked, a little offended. You shook your head as you leaned forward to turn off the water.

There was the tell-tale sign of another mini tantrum. His mouth tugged down, and his shoulders slouched. For such a tough guy in bed, he sure was a big brooding baby. However, you dealt with it all because you really liked him.

“No, silly,” you answered, sitting back against the edge and resting your head on the pillow you kept there. “I just don’t want you to feel like you always have to do the two-person-tango with me every time we hang out.”

“I don’t feel pressured too. I like it. You feel good,” he murmured the last part. He brought his other hand to yours, lifting it up as he gently massaged your palm.

“You’re cute, Joongie,” you commented. “I guess I’ll keep you around.”

Hongjoong huffed, eyes rolling at your teasing. “What are you talking about? You’re never getting rid of me now.”

“I’m okay with that,” you smiled widely at him.

Hongjoong’s heart pounded in his chest as you stared up at him with adoration. He leaned down and gave your lips a soft kiss.

When he pulled away, you chased after him. He chuckled at that and granted you one more kiss before moving away completely.

“I’ll always be here for you, love—whether that’s sexually or not. I like you for your personality, not only your body,” he said.

“What about my face?” you playfully asked.

Hongjoong let out a teasing sigh. “Your face’s alright.”

“Ass,” you gasped, flicking up some water at him.

He laughed, shielding his face from your attack. “Kidding, baby. I think you’re the most gorgeous human to walk the earth.”

“Now you’re just kissing ass,” you replied.

Hongjoong smiled, going back to massaging your hand. He gave you a wink when he said, “I’ll gladly kiss yours.”

“Shut up, Kim,” you laughed as you hit him playfully on the arm. “Now sing me a song as I prune.”

Your eyes drifted close, and you let yourself enjoy the calming sensation of his fingers pressing into your skin combined with the warm water against your body.

“You always want me to sing,” he whined.

“Because you have a nice voice. Now, sing, please?” you asked.

He sighed as he relented. “What song?”

“Wannabe by the Spice Girls.”

He snorted, hands pausing in his ministrations to stare at you. He remembered how you would sing it around your home—hell and even his, dancing and using a spatula as a microphone. Needless to say, he (unfortunately or fortunately) knew the words.

“Seriously?” he questioned.

You peeked an eye open at him.

“Yes.”

Upon seeing your earnest expression, Hongjoong began singing. He felt extremely silly and embarrassed as the lyrics left his lips. However, the happiness that spread across your face made it all worthwhile. He would sing ten more cheesy songs if it made you smile. That’s not something he foresaw changing in the future.

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It's hard to tell because it's only been some posts but you sound somewhat frustrated with pre-season discussions happening elsewhere for The Dragon Prince? In any case, I thought you might appreciate the note that some people certifiably do like Rayla and Callum as characters perfectly well (I know I do at least and have since the start)?

I'm sure you're aware of it already but it felt somewhat like it'd help you not feel like you're typing into a void of dissent for enjoying them and the show concurrently? Even if I'd disliked the time skip in some capacities (I didn't particularly, I thought Rayla had good instincts wanting proof of death etc she just perhaps should have taken more backup for higher success chances if at all possible) Stella's introduction would have won me over entirely anyway.

There's no shame in being easily charmed by adorable animal characters, after all! She really is cute and also useful in limited capacities, like Bait.

If you wanted an actual ask with the above I suppose that I'm intrigued how similarly you thought Bait and Stella functioned as extended powers/company of their respective people and in the group?

Mostly on twitter (which is a reason to stay off twitter) but, in all honesty, it's mostly because it's annoying to see people use ship names or main tags for their complaining (I have "tdp critical" blacklisted or whatever for a reason y'know). Like as someone who truly deeply loves every character and every part of the show, when Claudia or Terry or Aaravos or anyone else gets promo I'm thrilled and intrigued and theorizing. And there's a minimal but loud portion(s) of the fandom who are either currently expressing (or have a track record) of annoyance when Callum and Rayla, as main characters and as the show's consistently most developed dynamic (which, I want to stress, has been the case even in s1 and s2) dare to be main characters and have marketing, there's an uproar of complaining. (Again, not the majority, but still baffles me that it exists at all.)

It'd be like if I complained about ATLA being primarily about Aang, its main character, for the majority of the show's run because I thought Toph needed more of a character arc (she's the least developed of the gaang bc she comes in s2 and has a general self-acceptance arc that doesn't need a ton of steps, for ex).

Sometimes favourite characters are there to have minimal screentime, execute their story purpose, and highlight other characters' arcs. The divide between characters where that's generally understood (Gren, Lain, Tiadrin, Opeli) vs characters where it's not (Aaravos in S4/S5, Runaan) again irks me because of the inconsistency, and therefore bias accordingly affecting judgement. Which maybe isn't fair - most people, myself included, are in fandom as a hobby, and for some people that means not evaluating their biases and not wanting to adjust their expectations; I just can't imagine doing anything else

I think Bait mostly serves as emotional support to Ezran and a lil guy to Talk to for Callum (2x05, 4x02) when a human character wouldn't quite make sense or is gone (Rayla is his usual confidant, for example). Stella is more interesting to me from a structure standpoint as 1) a character connected to the Star arcanum who thus far doesn't really need to be, so I'm curious there and 2) a juxtaposition to post-timeskip Rayla's "we can't save everyone" that her big heart and soft insides is still there, and still something worth listening to.

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BLOOMING DAY

blooming day . . . day four

note . . . the chapter is pretty long (~2.4k words) cuz i couldn't update last week.... hope y'all will enjoy 🤭

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most of the time, you would consider yourself as pretty much smart. but now, oh, you felt really dumb. but how could you not think they were not dating? most of the time, boys aren't that into skinship with their friends... but hanbin literally just walked away with his arm around hao's waist.

"seems like you were a hanbin hater for no reasons... maybe you should try and give him a chance", mashiro tried to advice you.

"you know damn well she's into an another hanbin", yujin replied.

"the other hanbin", chaehyun sang with the melody of that one lana del rey song.

"and more importantly, i have other reasons to hate him", you said.

the girls all looked at you, waiting for you to explain yourself on what were the reasons. but, you know, it's only chapter four and i'm not willing to spill all the tea now. your eyes met the huge clock of the cafeteria, which was telling your class was starting in 10 minutes.

"well, i had enough of this bitch today, so we'll talk about this some other time. i gotta go."

mashiro heavily sighed, annoyed about the fact she could've note down the reasons you dislike hanbin so she could help him. but you were not willing to be late to class, so she was missing on that opportunity. a small voice in her head told her that maybe, maybe, she should also go to class, but she had no idea what class she was supposed to have now... so she might as well make sure she sees the chaos created by her own hands with her own eyes.

"wait, y/n!"

your eyes met your friend as she called you, and you simply hummed to let her know you were listening to her and pressuring her to talk quickly.

"you have photography class, right?"

"yeah! why?"

"i signed up for the new semester! let's go together!"

in fact, mashiro didn't sign up for shit, and you were kinda suspicious about the fact she did. but could you care less? you'd love to be with mashiro for that class!

i mean... with mashiro... a few seats further.

not that you had anything against your dear best friend, no, absolutly not. you signed up to the photography class once because you were interested in it. but it's also the place where you met the hanbin that made your heart beat because of something opposite to wrath. and as much as you like photography, remember you're a passive ass bitch who doesn't have much hobbies or passion for anything... except for flowers and now park hanbin. and photography class was great because your seat bestie was the said hanbin. you'd rather sit next to him whether or not mashi was there, and you'd rather be not too close to her because if you ever try to flirt... she won't let you live that down.

that's what you explained to her on the way, and she had no problem with that. the class officially starts at 2pm. however, since most people had their lunch break before this, even the teacher is usually around 10 minutes late. it's also park hanbin's case. he's the leader of the hip hop team and he usually uses the lunch break to practice by himself so he can teach his teammates easily later. since the room where he practices is a the complete opposite of the campus, he always arrive two minutes after the teacher. he never got reprimanded by the teacher for being literally twelve minutes late because there was two door to the classroom : one in the front, and one in the back. park hanbin would always enter through the back one and sit immediatly next to you since it was the closest to the back door. that's how destiny led you next to the boy that pleased your eyes whenever you saw him on the campus.

if the teacher and your crush, just like most of your classmates, were always late to this class, it was not your case. you're not a firm adherant to rules nor a very punctual person, but being late would mean someone could take your usual seat, and take away from you the opportunity to sit next to park hanbin.

that day was not any different than the others. the room was empty when you got in with mashiro. naturally, your feet led you to your cherished sit. you let your bag on the table as you peacefully sat and started to take out your material. mashiho went to sit at the row before the last one, but not in front of you. she wanted to see what was about to happen, so she took a seat a bit further.

as you were looking for the file that had all your previous lessons for this class on your laptop, you heard someone step into the class. you didn't pay much attention to it, uninterested in whoever just passed the door because there was no way it was the person you were waiting for. the footsteps started to be closer, and you finally heard the chair next to you be dragged backward a bit so the person could sit. it was not even 2pm yet...

"i didn't know you're taking this class."

i admit, you might be a little dramatic, because the horrified look you were wearing right now was absolutly unnecessary. from your face alone, people would think they were watching a horror movie (i mean not your face, you're super pretty, but your expression). you saw a ghost or something? nothing like that. it was just hanbin's voice that just talked to you right now.

but not the right hanbin.

slowly, you turned your head to face him. it was really him. sitting at the place park hanbin was supposed to take in order for him to not get noticed by the teacher. and in order for you to gush about him for a hour and half straight. you coughed to clear your voice and regain you composure.

"hum. excuse me, hanbin, but i have a friend who's gonna sit there so it would be great if you can get your ass up and change seats."

"i don't see your friend yet..."

ignoring your attempt at chasing him, hanbin started to put his things on the table as well, preparing himself for the class. you were already tired from the situation and you let your back rest on the wall next to you.

"well, he's coming. there's plenty of seats since we're only three in the classroom."

"i know, i have eyes. but i'm used to sit at this place in most of my class and it's gonna shock my brain if i ever take another seat.

"you're sure? i'm pretty sure if you gaslight yourself enough you'll be doing pretty fine on the opposite of the classroom."

"the opposite?"

"yeah, you see, i'm sitting at the last row, on the right and it would be better for both of us if you go and sit on the front row, on the left."

you were a laptop girlie, that's how you took your notes. but hanbin was more on the hand written side. when he finished setting up his pencils and notebook, he looked at you, squiting his eyes like he was analyzing you.

"i'm not planning on changing seats. if you hate it that much you can change yourself", he said innocently. with a passive agressive smile, you replied.

"the thing is i need to sit here because my friend can only sit in the back."

"too bad, seems like your friend is gonna have to find another place."

hanbin knew you couldn't seat anywhere else if you wanted to be with his arch-nemesis. you were just hoping he would get the hint and leave... but you felt like it was not gonna happen. and you started to see clear in hanbin's attitude. i mean, not clear to the point you know mashiro is helping him, but clear enough to see you bruised his ego by rejecting him and that's why he was not giving up on you. there were no other way. what would he like that much about you for him to go through the humiliation but still court you? he didn't know you that much. and you didn't feel like the most interesting person. compared to him, you were nothing, and it was never a problem to you. you never planned on living life fully. but you just couldn't get why he would be so hung up to you if it wasn't for his ego.

but people like him are easy to get rid off. if his ego is the problem, you just had to hurt it more so he would run away and eventually accept failure.

"tell me, hanbin, aren't you embarassed?"

"embarassed...?" he repeated, confused.

"yeah. normal people just avoid the person that rejected them. i thought i made it clear i have no romantic feelings to you, nor attraction. i don't even like you as a person."

"and so? i was not born with a crush on you, feelings change with time and maybe i can change how you feel."

you gave him a haughty look before sighing and letting your chin rest in the palm of your hand.

"that's why i gave you buttercups." offended, hanbin gasped, before putting his hand on his mouth to cover his shock. he couldn't let you see that got to him. a small smirk made its appearance on your face as you saw his reaction.

"well... the flowers were pretty." he tried to explain.

"yeah, but it doesn't change anything to their meaning. be honest with me, you don't like me that much, right? what is making you act like that?"

"i just think you got the wrong idea about me and i would love to get to know each other better. i wanna have a different bouquet next time."

"my friends suspect you of having a humiliation kink."

"i don't talk about my kinks on our first photography class..."

the conversation you were having and his playful remarks made you forget about what was around you : the class was filling up and your teacher hurriedly came in. losing track of the time as you were trying your best to make hanbin feel unconfortable so he could leave, you didn't see two more minutes have passed.

with little to no noise, the back door of the class room was pushed open. park hanbin only peaked his blueberry head in, a smile on his face as the idea of sitting next to you. the smile fell soon enough when he saw you with another guy... it would've been okay if at least you let him have the seat next to the door so the teacher wouldn't see him, but it was not the case. double treason.

park hanbin's eyes brushed the room to realize the only empty seat was the one on the front. he had no other choice than to accept his fate, and he made its way to it, getting yelled at by the old man in the front of the class.

if hanbin felt proud of the fact his plan to take the other hanbin's seat next to you worked, he didn't expect you to stop talking to him after that. you just decided to ignore him throughout the lesson, and you were too busy thinking about whether or not park hanbin was going to be mad at you.

as soon as the class was dismissed, park hanbin made its way to you. it cleared all your worries when he waited for the girl sitting in front of you to go so he could sit there. facing you with a teasing smile, park hanbin let his elbow rest on your table.

"what is that? you let me down for a new friend?" he said playfully.

"i literally got kidnapped by this man, i fought him to save your seat but he didn't listen to me...", you replied dramatically, making park hanbin's smile widen.

oh no, sung hanbin, alert! i think you might be thirdwheeling right now... the brunette coughed to catch your attention.

"hum. i'm sung hanbin, the new seat bestie." he had no idea what he was doing right now, but he gave his hand to park hanbin for him to shake it. the blueberry-haired guy took his hand to shake it politely.

"well, i already know your name. i'm park hanbin, the original seat bestie."

park hanbin didn't pay much more attention to the boy sitting next to you, his eyes were quickly back on you.

"so, y/n... you should make it up to me, right?"

sung hanbin couldn't stand the fact he was getting invisible to you as a coy smile created by park hanbin was evident on your face, and your eyes were on this other boy only. he silently listened to the two of you planning to go to a coffee shop after park hanbin's dance class as he put his pencilcase and notebook in his bag. he chewed the inside of his cheek, having no other choice but to accept a new failure today, and he got up to leave the class to you and your crush.

as soon as he got out of the class, he got pulled agressively by someone way smaller than him. mashiro. hanbin sighed.

"bro, i think i fucked up my soup" he said to the japanese.

"don't be defeatist! didn't you hear them? they're going to that cafe next to campus."

"so...? do you want me to crash their date or something? i don't think that's right."

"yeah, that wouldn't be right if you were going there on purpose to do that."

confused, the boy looked at mashiro, waiting for her to explain herself. mashiro pinched her nose in despair.

"what do i do with someone like you... y/n should have give you the flower of stupidity."

"does it exist?"

"that's not the subject, idiot! that's literally your mom's cafe! you're not crashing their date, you're just helping your mother as a barista!"

for the second time today, hanbin gasped. maybe god, the universe, hell, mother nature! whatever, was on his side... his two hands went to grab mashiro's shoulders.

"you're a genius, thank you!"

"i know, duh."

[backwaterscum]

It's been a strange couple of days. The weirdness began when Daryl's supervisor (a visionary millennial) was sick of him refusing to take any paid time off, and told him in no uncertain terms to use at least five of his leaves before they became void by the next fiscal year. She'd smiled as she said it, but Daryl saw the threat hidden in her eyes, and frankly he wasn't in the mood to get his nuts clamped by the fiery claws of mental wellness lectures.

So, for the first time since he'd gone looking for work to begin with, Daryl prepared for a two-day trip out to the mountains. The plan was to go up on Thursday, reach the peak by sundown, and then return to the foot of the mountain by Friday evening. For all intents and purposes, it was a trip he'd taken a million times before.

Then, by the sheer force of dumb luck, Melissa caught him at the store buying supplies (and he'd felt almost shy speaking to her, a part of him bewildered that she thought he was interesting to talk to even outside his home). They spoke, as they often did whenever Melissa caught him in the wild, and after she expressed enough interest in his idea of recreation, he'd opened his big mouth and said--

I could take you.

The mad woman that she was, Melissa smiled wide and said she could trade shifts with Kara to make it to this trip, if that wouldn't be too much of a bother.

Naturally, Daryl's pace and plans changed almost immediately. A one night trip became a two night trip because he'd be taking the scenic route. He brought more water just in case Melissa didn't enjoy drinking from freshwater sources like he did. He even packed vegetables and seasonings because he didn't want to ruin her experience by serving bland food. Merle didn't question his preparations beyond ribbing him about having hobbies like he always did, but that was probably for the best; if he found out his little brother was going on a camping trip with his nurse, Merle would never let him live it down.

On their way up, Daryl talks more than he's ever talked before. He points plants out, and flowers, and signs of animals that help him track where to find food or shelter or water. He asks her to stop and listen here and there, then tells her what bird is flying based on the sound of its wings. Similarly, he notes which creatures were probably rustling off in the bushes, and with a finger to his lips guides her until they can see said wildlife relaxing in their natural habitats. Daryl gives her his knife and teaches her about marks in trees so they can find their way back home; he even shows her the ones he's made over the long, long years he's lived here.

Their tent is put up a convenient distance from a stream two hours away from the top; after all, the field trip killed any chances they had of making it to the peak by sundown. Daryl cooks them rabbit stew (he'd had the good sense to gut and clean it as she put up the tent). feels out of his depth when they talk over dinner, and then kills the fire as soon as everything is stored away properly in a thermal bag (he'll turn the stew into pie tomorrow for lunch). Only then does he crawl into his tent, and only then does it occur to him that it isn't very big at all.

Though the tent allegedly fits two people, he's never actually had to share it with another person before. So as Daryl sets up his sleeping bag, he shouldn't be surprised when he feels a warm weight land on his shoulder. Yet the nape of his neck flares with a mild heat all the same.

"...Melissa?"

He gets a tired noise in response.

"You know you gotta move."

“Moving…? No, I’m good, thanks.” ( x )

And he knows he should be annoyed. If it were anyone else in the world saying such a thing to him, he would be annoyed.

But... it's been a bizarre couple of hours, so all Daryl does is snort and duck his head. Maybe he'd pushed her too hard. Maybe she was tired all this time but didn't have the heart to tell him. Or... maybe the contact isn't the end of the world.

So one hand comes up to awkwardly pat the top of her head. "That so."

His voice is quiet when he speaks. Not that it isn't usually quiet-- Daryl has a permanent growl stuck in his throat, he's been told-- but it's soft in a way it almost never is. But only Melissa would be so ridiculous as to actually use him as a pillow.

"Mountain got you beat just like that?"

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To Do List [Kaito x Dez]

cosmic-cannon-ocs "I'm putting you on my to-do list." // flirty prompts, Kaito actually typing her name down on his to do list app so he visits her more, lmao

@lachrymosestorm answered

cosmic-cannon-ocs

She was about to grin and giggle and give a flirty line back when she noticed he was quite literally putting her on a to-do list and she could only stare at him in silence for a little bit. "Did.. did you really schedule me in your to-do list for the day..?" Well.. maybe this meant she was at least getting some later? But she really didn't know if she should be annoyed or not.

“Yes, this will ensure I don’t leave for other things. I promised to spend the day with you after all,” Kaito replied. The app would remind him to ‘do’ Dez first whenever he tried to do anything else, which included the list of tasks under it.

“Ever since I showcased the robot dog I made for your birthday, I’ve blown up on social media. I like to make things on the side as a hobby, but with the demand I’m getting especially recently, that’s why I’ve been so busy,” he tried to explain. “I think I can start my own business now, become an entrepreneur too, thanks to you. It started with me helping you with your computer, but in the end, you helped me more than anything.”

It probably didn’t seem that much from her perspective, but for Dez to just let Kaito help when he could, it made a huge difference to his life than without. He wanted to show her better, how grateful he was.

“What I’m saying is I guess, that I appreciate you, and I always have and always will enjoy your company,” he confessed, giving her a shy kiss in gratitude. Naturally he had to word things around the three most obvious ones, unsure if he’d be pushing a boundary if he did.

[halfmoth-halfman]

You should respond to reblog comments more tbh. People are taking the time to reblog your stuff, and tell you how much they enjoyed it and not answering is kinda rude. I love your fics, and you seem nice and all, but I’ve seen your notes recently— they’re nowhere near what they used to be and you don’t get anywhere near as much interaction as other CoD writers. It’d probably help your blog a lot! Just some advice, but maybe think about it! 😘💖

this has been sitting in my inbox for a few days cause i've been debating about whether or not i want to answer this, but i'm 98% sure you're the same anon who's sent me a few other messages since they all use the same kiss emoji and are riddled with the same backhanded bullshit you're spewing here, and you've succeeded in annoying me so here's your answer before you get blocked. 😘

i do this for fun. writing is not my bread and butter, it's not how i make my money, it's not how i support myself. it is a hobby. i use some of my free time to write and post fics for my own enjoyment above all else. i don't give a fuck about how many notes, or likes, or reblogs i do or don't get. is it nice to see them and see comments from people who enjoy my stuff? absolutely. i'm incredibly thankful for anyone who takes time out of their day to read one of my fics and even more so for people who go out of their way to interact with me and my work, but i'm not going to worry myself over numbers, because that's not why i write.

also, i've been in fandom spaces for a long time and, i hate to break it to you, but more often than not fandoms tend to slow down and die after the initial hype. i posted my first CoD fic like a week or two after the game came out when it was blowing up all over social media, of course it got an unusually high amount of notes that were, honestly, a little bit overwhelming at the time. now it's been some time, and the hype for the game has died down, so people are moving on to different shows/games/etc. which means interaction is gonna slow down. it happens, and i don't intend to sit and worry over how many asks or reblogs or whatever i get compared to other blogs. that's not fair to me, the other authors, or the people interacting. i'm happy with where my blog is at, and the amount of interaction i get.

i've said this a few times already, but i work a full-time job and have other obligations outside of tumblr. i don't have a lot of free time, and have to plan ahead how i want to spend it. i try my best to respond to replies, to answer asks, and everything else when i can, but i am an adult with adult responsibilities and just don't have time to keep up with every single like and reblog i get. that doesn't mean i'm purposely ignoring anyone, or that i'm ungrateful, i just simply don't have the time to keep up with every single notification i get. if i had more time in the day, then i'd probably respond more and be more active here in general, but i don't.

i greatly appreciate every single follower i have, every person who likes, reblogs, comments, replies, sends asks, etc. while i write for myself, it's always nice seeing other people enjoying my work, i won't pretend that it isn't. it absolutely blows me away the amount of people who like my writing enough to tell me. i'm always open to people sending me stuff, and try to respond as best i can, but i feel it's unfair (and not just to me, but to other writers and creators in general) to call me rude for not responding how you think i should. and i think it's even more rude for you to come into my inbox (on anon of all things) to spam me with messages about how you think i should run my blog with condescending and backhanded asks that you want to pretend is friendly advice.

i think it would be good for you to take some time and step away from tumblr and go outside, touch some grass, climb a tree, eat some dirt, or interact with real people, and maybe try to realize that, outside of this blog, i am a person too and one who really doesn't need to deal with this shit.

Just some advice, but maybe think about it! 😘💖

[lostusagis]

@jiraipink asked:

International Kissing Day... SHE'S NOT TELLING HIM SHIT! Hopefully he doesn't know about this day. Even though she'd... want to feel his lips on hers again... Th-They shouldn't be doing that! B-Besides! Who says it has to be on the lips? She can kiss him on the cheek instead.

They were playing a fighting game together. He always wins, but this time maybe she could have a chance if she distracts him for just a second. As they played against each other, Namida waited until she could have the option to use her Special. She then turns away from the TV to look at Kamui and leans in quickly; going in for the attack! She was aiming to kiss his cheek, but.... HE TURNS TO LOOK AT HER TOO! Their lips pressed against each other.

She freezes; staying like that in shock as she stares into his eyes wide-eyed. Oh... She... really wants to just kiss him. She wants to stop what they're doing and just be all over him. God... It feels so good to kiss him. It doesn't matter if he's inexperienced. Just feeling his lips, Kamui's lips, the one whom she loves so much... Feels so right. She couldn't help herself but to lean in deeper into the kiss. Her stare so full of love and passion for him. "Mmm..."

There was temptation to drop her controller, but hearing her character make a sound when left idle finally snaps Namida out of it. She unglues her glossy lips off of his and accidentally presses the button for a Special Move and her character delivers a showy flurry of punches to his, as she shuts her eyes tightly and squeals in embarrassment with a beaming red face. It's as if her character was punching his out of embarrassment. "Kyaaaaaaa! I'm sorryyyyyyyyy!"

International Kissing Day

Kamui didn't know at all about the little holidays humans would celebrate outside of the more well known ones. He was just pretty intent on enjoying playing with her in this game. He enjoyed doing things like this with Namida so much, aside from Kagura he didn't really have anyone who shared his hobbies. Him and Namida shared a few, which made more fun opportunities whenever they spent time together.

 Even if he does always win, the fact that he played with her is what made him happy. Seeing her reactions, sometimes frustration, getting all pouty. . . .

 He loved that, so much. 

 Every so often he hadn't been able to resist stealing glances at her, to see how focused she'd be. But it seemed she planned to do the same thing, and their lips end up against each other. It hadn't been his intention at the moment, but now it was. Leaning into the kiss, relishing in the feeling of her soft gloss painted lips. Kissing her was so enjoyable. So much so the focus on the game was non-existent, only able to focus on her alone. Absolutely enamored with the way he'd gaze at her. 

 It was disappointing when she'd pull back, then realizing the kissing resulted in her character getting a good hit on his. It resulted in him laughing. Usually, he might've gotten annoyed but. . . . .

 It definitely seems like Namida has a weird power over him.

 “I see. . . . Was the kiss to distract me so you can win?” He would lean in again, 

“Pretty devious. But now, kissing you seems a lot more interesting than the game.” Kamui presses his lips against hers, humming gently. He may have lingered for too long since he'd part slightly and panted slightly before kissing her again.

“I also really enjoy those cute sounds you'd make whenever we kiss. So cute. I'd love to hear you make them more.” His thumb strokes along her cheek when caressing it.

“Hey, you know what I think? A whole day should be dedicated to kissing. Then I can have an excuse to never stop kissing you. That would be my favorite holiday.” The most Cheshire looking smirk forms along her lips.

“You agree with me, right?”

[im-gonna-squeet]

Gerry and Michael get a cat

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Gerry was currently sitting on his bed with his laptop (leitner hunting, of course) and waiting for his boyfriend to get home from... whatever he was doing -- he preferred not to ask.

Well.

boyfriend maybe wasnt the best word to describe their relationship.

Partially because of Michael's indifference to gender, and partially because, well, 'boyfriend' seemed like an insignificant title to be placed on a relationship between the 'throat of delusion incarnate' and The (almost) Archivist's ex- business partner.

Just as he was contemplating this, he felt the familiar static of It Is Not What It Is and couldn't help the warm smile spreading across his face.

"Hello, my bookburner." The Distortion greeted as it's door shut and Gerry felt two far too long, thin arms curl around him in ways arms should not be able to, like a snake constricting its prey.

It should scare him, he supposed, but like everything about Michael, it just seemed to make him grow even fonder.

"Hi, love." Gerry replied, leaning up to give it a kiss on what he thought was probably it's cheek, which was gratefully returned by a (quite literally) dizzying kiss.

"Have you found your book?" Gerry sighed, shaking his head, and leaned back into his statiky boyfriend, who happily started playing with his hair.

"Leitners are getting more and more difficult to find, which I guess is a good thing, but..." he trailed off, letting himself get lost in its maddening eyes, and knowing that Michael knew the end of that sentence.

It was something they talked about often, along with the other supernatural parts of their lives.

The truth is, without leitners to hunt and burn, Gerry didn't know what to do with his life, from the day he was born, he was surrounded by them and the things they were attached to.

When he'd left his mother, he was working with Gertrude, and has been all over the planet hunting them ever since. And with the recovery time for his surgeries, he was bored all the time.

Maybe he could get a normal job? A librarian perhaps, or a tattoo artist. Yeah, he liked the sound of that.

Just as he was coming to this conclusion, The Spiral's familiar static lowered pitch. "stop thinking, it's annoying." It moved its hand to gently tilt his head upwards, earning it a kiss.

"sorry, just thinking about... life, and leitners." Michael nodded, satisfied with this explination.

"Anyways, I need to eat, I was thinking we could try one of those recipes Jon sent us?"

The recipe (that Jon assured them would be simple) was proving quite difficult.

It probably didnt help that Gerry had never had to cook a proper meal before in his life (which is why Jon sent the recipes in the first place, along with Gerry trying to find a hobby to alleviate his boredom) and Michael was rather fascinated with the process.

"Oi, hands off!" Gerry swatted his boyfriend away from the sauce pot as he added more pepper and moved the spoon to his mouth to taste, recoiling as it burnt his tongue, then blowing on it and trying it again.

He added the pasta before looking around at their kitchen.

Yikes.

He'd need to clean up later. Its not that he didnt trust Michael, he just didn't trust it to clean up.

When he turned around, Michael had already gotten out their bowls, a plate, cutlery, and drinks. Gerry beckoned it down to give it a greatful kiss on the lips and plated up their pasta and garlic bread – not homemade but it seemed they were nowhere near ready for that.

And they carried their meals to the living room, sending a picture of their food and sending it to Jon – who replied with the cat heart eyes emoji – before turning the tv on to some shitty rom-com to eat to.

Michael, of course, didnt need to eat, but enjoyed partaking in pony rituals every so often.

When the film was finished, Gerry sighed and got up to clean.

Cleaning took longer than expected (who knew that things were easier to clean before they dry?).

Once he was finally finished, he climbed into bed and opened his laptop back up. Too tired to continue leitner hunting, he started aimlessly scrolling through social media.

Shortly afterwards, he felt Michael (who was far less humanoid now) get into bed behind him, wrapping its limbs around him in a lazy approximation of a hug.

Since his brain surgery, he'd noticed it was a lot easier to be around it, which was amazing. He still got Michael–headaches but those were a lot more bearable than his tumor headaches, and he'd even started to grow rather fond of them, as he had with everything Michael related.

"Can we get a cat?," Hearing the change in Michael's static, Gerry clarified "I mean, with me having to stay home most days, and you going off doing Spiral things, I get bored, so I think it'd be cool to have a cat."

Michael's static changed a few times, too quick to decipher, before landing on the high tone he knew showed excitement.

He turned around to see a too big, too many teethed smile pointed at him.

"that would be fun."

Gerry could see it scheming.

"We should do it!" Michael confirmed, nodding its head vigorously, half of its smile slipping off of its face.

So the next day, they did just that.

First, they went to the pet shop and got everything they needed.

"Oooh I like this one!" a significantly more human–looking michael pointed to a garish tie-dye cat bed.

Gerry winced.

Since Michael moved in with him, his exclusively black and red flat had acquired more colour than he ever thought he'd own.

But he couldn't resist Michael, no matter how stubborn he usually is, so in the trolly it went.

Gerry saw a food and water bowl set, black with fish bones painted on, and immediately put them next to the bed.

They were perfect.

They picked up a few more bits and bobs (food, toys, a cat tree, litter box, and treats) before heading home to set it all up.

Of course, with Michael's doors, getting around was very easy, so they went home, set up the flat, and were quickly at the shelter.

"Hi, I'm Nicole, is there anything I can help you with?" the worker asked with a friendly smile.

"Um, yes actually, we're looking to get a cat," Gerry looked up to Michael, its hand a comforting weight in the one not on his cane, he'd never been very good at socializing, and it made him quite anxious, "could you point us towards them please?"

At this, the woman – Nicole, she'd said – asked them to follow her and started walking.

After about twenty seconds of walking, they came to a room with rows of cages, each one with a cat inside and a label on it.

They were far too small for a cat, Gerry thought.

"Who has been here the longest?" Michael asked suddenly, startling Gerry out of his thoughts.

They were pointed towards a cage with a raggedy looking cat in it.

The sign read 'Biscuit, 6 years old, likes: laying in the sun, napping, eating. dislikes: ponies.'

She was a thin black cat with ginger markings, she was missing an eye, and part of her ear.

Miraculously, she didn't seem to be even a little unnerved at Michael's presence.

Gerry fell in love instantly.

"We want her." he decided aloud, feeling Michael's excited static next to him.

Nicole looked hesitant, but whether it was Gerry's style, the determination in his voice, or Michael's generally unnerving presence, she obliged without argument, and soon enough they were heading home with their cat, Biscuit.

Once they got home, they let her out of her carry case and put her food and water down, letting her get used to the flat.

For the first two weeks or so, they hardly see her around, but as she starts to get more comfortable, she spends more time with them, and within a couple months, she was sitting with Gerry all day everyday, and thoroughly enjoying his presence.

It took her longer to get used to Michael, of course, but she eventually grew fond of it and she occasionally took trips in it's corridors.

Jon, being the cat lover he is, stopped by much more frequently after they got her, and was their go-to cat sitter when they were out. Biscuit seemed to like him, which was great.

And Gerry finally got the happy (though unconventional) family he never thought he'd be able to have.

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[demonslayedher]

Things that FIRST FORM: THUNDERCLAP AND FLASHed their way through my mind while watching this episode:

--First things first: I'm so glad I like Inosuke now because I am enjoying this so, so, so, so, so much more than the first time I watched this. That first time, Inosuke was a tolerable presence by this point, but now I'm smiling and giggling at every little thing. I love how he pants and insists he's fine, reminding Tanjiro that anything Tanjiro can do he can do better, even though his eyes are probably rolling back in his head with how much blood he's lost. I love how his "hhhr?" "HHHR!" verbalizations and I wish I could capture them better in fanfic. Also, there was more of this in previous episodes, but the mask covers every range of emotion and it is amazing how expressive dead boar eyes can be.

--And now that I love Inosuke and what he brings out in Tanjiro, it's so much fun to appreciate that all over again. But something I've always loved because it feels hilarious to me (perhaps more so in Japanese)?

Tanjiro: You should descend the mountain.

Inosuke: Hhhr?

Tanjiro: You. Mountain. Go down it.

Like, he understood the wording ("gezan"), you didn't need to translate into simpler words as if he's not a native speaker("yama orite")! But Tanjiro grades his language like that with Inosuke just in case. It gives Inosuke double the reason to be offended. Inosuke knows some big words, after all! He learned Japanese by listening to Hyakuninisshu poems read to him!!

--Alright, now on to Zenitsu.

--My goodness, this episode.

--This was the episode that locked me in as a Zenitsu fan.

--On the first watch, I had already warmed up to him a lot by this point and enjoyed most of his screen time, though I was still annoyed by his constantly doing things as though to make me dislike him again. But then we get slammed with character depth like this, and I had to send live reactions to a friend for I just couldn't contain my feelings. There was a lot of typing things like, "BAAAABBBBBYYY!!!! NOOO!!!!!" once he was lying up on the roof and bleeding with no idea how amazing he'd just been. I was very tempted to watch the next episode to see how he'd be alright (and I suspected it would be because Shinobu was a healer) but my friend knows how weak I am to cliff hangers so she dissuaded me since I still had to go to work. If memory serves me correct, I watched this episode twice before moving on.

--Granted, it's not a perfect watch... ha. Watch. That's my problem with this episode, I've always been rubbed the wrong way by gratuitous explanations of stuff like poison taking effect for the sake of dramatic build-up, it comes off as a very childish form of storytelling. I find myself forgiving of that now, like how I forgive so many other overly convenient plot devices too. If anything, it reveals more about Brother Spider's sadistic character. Maybe the watch was leftover from his human days, which is interesting given how much humanity he's happily given up; he's one of the less humanoid demons in this whole series. And, with how much he enjoys chatting his victims up, I assume this is how he curiously learned about the effects of the poison, a gift he got from Rui as opposed to something he could had created himself. Rather than a gift, it's like a toy to him. He probably started keeping time of when certain effects kicked in because it was a fun hobby, and added to how he could torment each new spider. Seeing as they lose their minds once they become spider slaves, that's probably leaves him no one to talk to, which is why he takes so much pleasure in every new victim for as long as they'll last him.

--I'll bet Brother Spider and Akaza would get along

--Oh, no, wait, poison.

--That being said, for as cocky as he is, it's very fun to see him thrown off by Zenitsu's unexpected behavior. It's intriguing when things don't go his way, as he's seen it happens so predictably so many times.

--And dang it, it does help us appreciate how blithe Zenitsu is to avoid an attack in the air and stuff like that, and it drives home the shamefulness of a Corp swordsman having only a single technique. Even demons know that makes Zenitsu kind of pathetic, of course Zenitsu would be rightfully ashamed to call himself a Thunder Breath user if he can only use one sixth of the style.

--Ok but like, THE BANTER IS FUN, OKAY, in this perilous situation in which Zenitsu is rightfully freaked out, the fact that he yells things like "I'm not talking to you" is hilarious.

--But, with Zenitsu being such a good gap moe character, I love how he brings us right back to the seriousness of his situation.

--We all know how cool Zenitsu is when he fights in this and how epic the music was, and how iconic THUNDERCLAP AND FLASH became, and that bounce off the spider threads? CHEF'S KISS, MY GOSH, YES, and totally unnecessary moonlight shot because if the moon were that big and close we'd all be dead, yes, yes, right, so I'm going to skip all that since we all know it and focus on a few character details.

--None of this was about wanting girls specifically to like him, he wants anyone, all kinds of people to like him, find him useful, find him capable, just not to give up on him. If he had found security in parents or siblings or friends, he probably wouldn't had been so desperate for connection and so easily duped by all those girls whom he wanted so badly to put some faith in when it seemed someone finally liked him.

--He thinks so highly of Jiichan because despite how rough of a teacher he was, he was the first person to not only think highly of Zenitsu, but to think anything of him.

--Meanwhile, the exchange with Kaigaku comes to mind because Kaigaku said things that Zenitsu, at some level, already believes about himself. He knows he's dirt, but even as dirt, he deserves some credit for doing his best to be more than that! I think Zenitsu's thinking so lowly of himself is part of why we see in Mugen Ressha that's got a pitch black inner consciousness, and in the flashbacks in this episode, there is a lot of use of pitch black backgrounds and negative space.

--All this, while Zenitsu is wowing us in his sleep.

--He's got no idea, look at him so down on himself while he's being amazing.

--And, despite the shame in only being able to do one thing, "You Must Master A Single Thing" is such a good spin on that (and it was on a Zenitsu sweatshirt and I kind really wanted that sweatshirt). It's such a fun contrast with Tanjiro after all the displays of the merits of Water Breath adapting to any situation.

--I love the trembling fingertips, I guess Brother Spider's gratuitous explanation really does help add to the "wow, look at Zenitsu's, he's amazing" effect.

--THIS WHOLE EPISODE IS GRATUITOUS

--GRATUITOUS THUNDER BREATH, GRATUITOUS INNER MONOLOGUE, GRATUITOUS BACKGROUND STORY, GRATUITOUS SPIDERS, GRATUITOUS BACKGROUND MUSIC, GRATUITOUS FLASHING LIGHTS, GRATUITOUS DRAMA EVERYWHERE

--And I am grateful for it

--One thing I find kinda funny is that while we see the dramatic effects of Zenitsu's attacks and how the air changes around him, in-universe, none of those Breath effects are actually happening. When we see Zenitsu's eyes go bright as though he is possessed by gods by way of lightning, demons just see the whites of his eyes because they're rolled back in his head while he's asleep.

[xxxhellfireravenxxx]

Thanks for the tags @maybirdie and @nerd-artist

1. ride or die ship (your otp): Big surprise it's ereloy! I have never been so focused on a ship before and I am not mad about it at all.

2. most annoying ship: I am not a drama-llama, I really don't have beef with other ships, this is what the fandom is for. We should all be free to ship our ships without others putting us down!

3. second favourite ship: I have several, I fully blame two-minutes for getting me into Kotallo/Talanah! Big fan of Zo/Varl, Morlund/Abadund and Avad/Ersa I also ship Abadund/Clipboard lmao

4. favourite platonic relationship: I love the relationships that Beta forms during Forbidden West, I really hope she is a bigger part of Horizon 3. Each of the gang teaches her life skills and how to navigate the world.

5. underrated ship: I don't have an answer for this one!

6. overrated ship: No drama-llama here!

7. one thing i would change in canon: I would love to have seen more of Ersa, the comics were amazing but I'd love a game set during the Liberation, learning more of Erend and Ersa's story with Dervahl.

8. something canon did right: I played HZD on a whim, my brother mentioned it to me as he thought I would enjoy it. I was so confused while I played. What happened to the old world? Why had humanity gone back to a tribal existence and what did the machines have to do with things? I was completely hooked, gripping story and lovable characters mixed with a thrilling story. Perfect.

9. a thing i'm proud of creating for the fandom: I don't particularly think I've created anything spectacular for the fandom, I'm just a hobby artist who enjoys drawing these two idiots! There are so many fantastic creators that I love screaming about.

10. a character who is perfect to me (wouldn't change a thing): Erend. He's been my favourite character since the very beginning. He's a lovable goof with a cheeky smile and I am very blessed to have the tasset glitch to enjoy and share with my friends!

11. the character i relate to the most and why: I don't relate to any one character specifically, I see a bit of myself in Petra, Talanah and Aloy. I'm very strong-willed with a sarcastic sense of humor and a dirty mind!

12. character(-s) i hate the most and why: I have a list of characters I want to shoot in the ass with an arrow, these include Sylens, Tilda, Dervahl, Helis, Vuadis and Nil. Among many others.

13. something i've learned from the fandom: I joined the fandom back in June 2022, I finally felt confident enough to post a AU ereloy fic on AO3. What followed was an invite to join the Two Minutes discord server and meet some fantastic and extremely talented folk! I've learned to be more confident in myself and my artwork, having that feedback has helped me improve and its wonderful to be able to scream about my favourite blorbos!

14. three tags i seek out on ao3: All the sex. Sensual Fingerblasting, Sexual Tension and Explicit Sexual Content.

15. a song i strongly associate with my otp/favourite character: Hear Me Now by Bad Wolves ft Diamante. It makes me think of Erend struggling with drink and his grief after Ersa passed, Aloy arriving in Meridian and bringing him out of himself. There is a very strong undertone in this song of the whole 'friends to lovers' which is one of my favourite tropes, especially with ereloy.

tagging: No pressure tags!! Sorry for repeats! @maybirdie @sorbetowl @chib95 @littlelionpaw @hothotpot

[weenwrites]

Hii, I'd like to request a matchup!

Tfp

Romantic

1 con and 1 autobot

Genderqueer(they/them), asexual

ISFP

Generally, I'm very quiet, nervous, fidgety and don't have much presence. Around people I like I'm basically the same, unless the conversation is about things I like/know about.

My hobbies are drawing, nail art, make-up, drawing, swimming and embroidering

I like: Autumn and Spring, old horror movies(specifically Texas Chain Saw Massacre), One Piece, pride parades, David Bowie

I don't like: Winter, messing up my nails, bad sensory days, seagulls

My love language is doing people's nails and cuddling up to them when I'm tired.

Thanks!😊

I match you with Knockout & Arcee!

Knockout

He's very talkative with his s/o, and he tends to talk about whatever comes to mind, or just talk about how both of your day went. But he of course wants the conversation to be enjoyable for you too, so if there's anything he knows you love talking about that, expect him to bring it up pretty frequently.

He's gotten pretty invested in Earth media, so feel free to show him any shows or movies you've watched because he's most likely sure to enjoy it too. However as he watches he does tend to make comments as the show/movie progresses, which might become annoying to you. During horror movies, you should definitely expect to hear a high-pitched scream out of him once or twice.

He's pretty physically affectionate, and he's really gentle when it comes to cuddling mostly for your sake, but also because he's being mindful of his paint job.

Without a doubt he'd join you at any pride parades. Although it'd probably be a bit difficult for a giant robot to join in and go unnoticed, he could use a holomatter generator to instead join you.

Oh if there was a cybertronian equivalent of doing someone's nails, that's one thing the two of you would definitely do together. But, I imagine that since he's a doctor, he has very steady hands and so despite being a whole lot bigger than you, if you passed him a magnifying glass and a paintbrush, he could do your nails for you.

To help with any sensory issues you may have (depending on what they are), he could steal— get you some sunglasses or some noise-cancelling headphones. While the Nemesis isn't exactly the brightest and shiniest ship in the galaxy, it's certainly pretty loud at times, so if you're sensitive to lots of noise it'd be best to bring some headphones with you.

Arcee

She doesn't mind if you're quiet, sometimes that's just what she needs. Someone quiet to be around, y'know. But that doesn't necessarily mean she wants it to be quiet 24/7, no. She does enjoy talking to you whenever she wants to hang out. Conversations between the two of you are usually just very chill and easy-going.

She's not too invested in earth media, though there are some shows or songs she enjoys watching... But she's pretty open to watching all sorts of media so long as it doesn't have any graphic gore or anything that might trigger her. So if you'd like to share any pieces of media you enjoy, she'll settle down and watch or read it beside you.

She'd find embroidery really pretty, so she'd like to see some stuff you've embroidered if you're willing to share. She'd be willing to give it a try, but she doesn't think there's any bot-sized embroidery needles for sale.

She'd totally join you at a pride parade and support you in any way you'd allow her to. But she probably won't be able to stay the entire duration of the parade, she's able to stay for a good while or so before she has to go.

If you experience any sensory issues, like if you get overwhelmed at times by all that's going on around you or if you suffer from sensory overloads, she'll try to help you the best she can by removing you from the area and bringing you to someplace much quieter if you'll let her.

If you enjoy going out on rides, she could take you to roads beside beautiful meadows of blooming flowers during the spring, or yellowing forests during the fall. She enjoys Earth's seasons too because there's nothing quite like it on Cybertron.

[aphoenixgurl]

A quick muse listing. Everyone is bi and can switch as needed. I have a preference to write against f/nb muses in general.

Main Muses:

Jen- FC Kaya Scodelario- teens, 20s

Jen's father abandoned her and her mother when she was young. She and her mother blamed each other for it since then and have fought ever since. This lead to Jen often acting out and frequently getting into trouble, particularly when petty theft became one of her favorite hobbies. The only thing she is really passionate about is playing guitar/bass and trying to get a band going. Jen is very submissive and likely to use to body to try to get the attention and affection she craves from others. Jen is someone whom everything seems to go badly for, but she prefers the bad to feeling nothing at all. Of all my muses, she probably prefers muses with c*cks the most, but can definitely go either way

Sam- FC Marlo Kelly- teens, 20s

Sam has a certified genius level IQ, which makes her rather cocky and arrogant. She has a true passion to be the best as what she does whether it be gaming, kickboxing, or computer programming. Her goal is to launch a tech start up and make a billion dollars by the time she is 30. However, all of her dedication gives her little room for close relationships and she's reluctant to seriously date, even if she's often tempted. Sam is by far my most dominant muse. Part of her might enjoy someone successfully taking control, but she's yet to find someone who could truly do that. Likes to be called Daddy.

Zin- FC Alexis Ren- teens, 20s

Zin is very open minded and thinks most people are too uptight about life in general, particularly when it comes to sex. She believes that anyone should be with whoever they want as long as both people consent. She is therefore open to being with anyone if they are able to confess that they want her. This is something that many people seem to find difficult, but it is a massive kink for her to hear the things someone wants to do with her and then make that come true for them. Because of her relaxed attitude, her parents sent her to an all girls boarding school through high school to protect her from getting into too much trouble, which she found very annoying. After that she found a successful career modeling and later on as an actress, though she doesn't take anything too seriously. Zin is someone whom everything seems to go well for, but she also has no real ego and uses her energy to help those around her enjoy life more.

Nessa- Virginia Gardner- teens, 20s

Nessa discovered in college that she very much likes being with other girls far more than her old high school boyfriend who is still trying to cling to their relationship. She's often on dating apps trying to explore and discover more about this side of herself and very susceptible to a pretty face that wants to flirt with her. We can also say she doesn't have the boyfriend any more if you prefer.

Sarah- Emily Ratajkowski- 30s

Sarah is confident and charming yet direct. When she meets someone that she feels chemistry with who seems interested, she does not hesitate to make a move. In part because of that, she might have a bit of a kink for hooking up when and where others would be reluctant to like a public place or someone else's house. I have written her as a cop, but she doesn't need to be. Strong preference for women:

Secondary Muses:

Chloe- FC Natalie Dormer- 30s

Very flirty and sexually aggressive. Always down for a bit of fun with just about anyone.

Crystal- FC Jennifer Love Hewitt- 40s

Desperately misses her days of being more of a party girl in her youth. She tends to be very sexually frustrated and in need of release. Slight preference for younger male muses.

Mary- FC Kate Beckinsale- 40s

Wealthy and accomplished, yet trapped in a marriage to a man who pays little attention to her. Mary misses when she dated or hooked up with other women in her college days before meeting her husband and worries that she's wasted half of her life with him. Very interested in exploring relationships with other women with a weakness for younger ones.

Inactive:

Alice- FC Ester Exposito- teens, 20s

Confident, fearless, manipulative, yet also cold. I've used her as an escort before, but that's not locked in.

Cat- FC Katie Douglas- teens, 20s

More of a sweet and innocent type, but also very eager to try new things and trusting of others.