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bakerstreet2023-09-15 12:01 pm
gutties) wrote in bakerstreet2023-09-15 12:01 pm
What, controlled burns? Or you've become a serial arsonist?
The peanut butter ones are okay. Anything after that is a shameless cash grab.
yeah, i might do that.
[more about the details of what he's already decided he's not going to do, just to be a dick, rather than actually going for permission.
kurogiri's response earns a brief smirk and amused snort. what an honest guy.
he might contend about what kind of "interest" kurogiri's thinking of, but dabi's got his own lazy streak.]
that ain't really an issue.
but suit yourself. it was only an offer.
[more about the details of what he's already decided he's not going to do, just to be a dick, rather than actually going for permission.
kurogiri's response earns a brief smirk and amused snort. what an honest guy.
he might contend about what kind of "interest" kurogiri's thinking of, but dabi's got his own lazy streak.]
that ain't really an issue.
but suit yourself. it was only an offer.
Yeah I got them.
[Apparently the sheets tried to assimilate them.]
Wanna meet up for lunch or should I just drop them off?
[Apparently the sheets tried to assimilate them.]
Wanna meet up for lunch or should I just drop them off?
[It's not exactly embarrassing, just awkward and weird, and strange as it is, there's something to be learned about having to deal with a stalker. U.A. wouldn't teach such a thing in their classes, but what if one day Tsukiyomi is called to help someone dealing with a stalker, when physical altercation isn't the wisest option?]
That would involve him being able to see or know about our activities.
What do you propose we do?
[Tokoyami isn't entirely sure if he's asking whether they should take pictures of them being together or if it should be some kind of commenting on social media or if this guy's going to be present on campus in the near future to witness the fact Honenuki's "taken" status.
He's never played Feint Date before.]
That would involve him being able to see or know about our activities.
What do you propose we do?
[Tokoyami isn't entirely sure if he's asking whether they should take pictures of them being together or if it should be some kind of commenting on social media or if this guy's going to be present on campus in the near future to witness the fact Honenuki's "taken" status.
He's never played Feint Date before.]
Well, now I am curious. Would that kill you?
[ A curious Mihawk is a dangerous thing. ]
[ A curious Mihawk is a dangerous thing. ]
You know you are the one person that's always welcome to come climb me any way they want. The only one.
I think it still is. If I call you a sexy beast, it's still flattery even if it's the truth.
I think it still is. If I call you a sexy beast, it's still flattery even if it's the truth.
[ What, does she look like she was raised in a barn? Of course she's paying for the refreshments. ]
Fulfilling my request immediately after saying 'no, shan't' is a unique brand of diplomacy.
It wasn't really that awful, was it?
[ It was worse than that, in fact. It was awesome. ]
Fulfilling my request immediately after saying 'no, shan't' is a unique brand of diplomacy.
It wasn't really that awful, was it?
[ It was worse than that, in fact. It was awesome. ]
[Would you like to switch to action or wrap up? I'm cool w/either 👍]
Thank you kindly for the direction.
I see a tavern missing a window up ahead. I presume it is yours.
Thank you kindly for the direction.
I see a tavern missing a window up ahead. I presume it is yours.
[A strange thing not to teach considering how many young women there are coming out of the industry, and how weird people tend to get about them regardless of whether or not they lean into things the way that Mt Lady or Midnight do. He personally can't imagine ever doing something like that himself, so finding himself on the receiving end of creepy affection has been...eye-opening.]
The idea is mostly that when I come into contact with him again, I can say something about it, and if he attempted to pry for more information it would be easy to corroborate.
You're very recognizable. If he were to track you down in kind and ask whether it's true or not, I wouldn't want you to be blindsided.
It would be the same with anyone enlisted in this admittedly ridiculous scheme.
The idea is mostly that when I come into contact with him again, I can say something about it, and if he attempted to pry for more information it would be easy to corroborate.
You're very recognizable. If he were to track you down in kind and ask whether it's true or not, I wouldn't want you to be blindsided.
It would be the same with anyone enlisted in this admittedly ridiculous scheme.
[ it's a fair reaction - things are usually the opposite for them. suguru has always been the one watching out for satoru - the patient keeper of his swirling, mercurial moods and deeper, fragile inner feelings. satoru won't claim to be as good at it, but he's learning. he's trying to be better about returning the favor for suguru.
suguru asked for a date, asked to be looked after... it's the least satoru can do.
especially when he's got his tongue down satoru's throat and moaning about it. all of a sudden the taunt about the tight fit of his jeans makes too much sense. they're interrupted by a rap a the door, and their sake being delivered. satoru looks over and sees suguru peering back at him with dark, clueless eyes. he grins, a little flustered and lopsided, eyes bright as he turns back to the waiter and orders the sashimi sampler and spicy somen to start.
once the sliding doors are closed again, satoru's arm hooks around getou's waist, kneading lightly at his side. ] Pour us some sake? [ he wants to watch. ]
suguru asked for a date, asked to be looked after... it's the least satoru can do.
especially when he's got his tongue down satoru's throat and moaning about it. all of a sudden the taunt about the tight fit of his jeans makes too much sense. they're interrupted by a rap a the door, and their sake being delivered. satoru looks over and sees suguru peering back at him with dark, clueless eyes. he grins, a little flustered and lopsided, eyes bright as he turns back to the waiter and orders the sashimi sampler and spicy somen to start.
once the sliding doors are closed again, satoru's arm hooks around getou's waist, kneading lightly at his side. ] Pour us some sake? [ he wants to watch. ]
I won't embarrass the family. At least, not like that, anyway.
[ something classy and something he's more interested in, a good compromise. Suguru smiles as he orders, for the first time looking at something in the room other than the Six Eyes. it's a trap too many other sorcerers fall into, but he's not looking at the savior of the jujutsu world, he's not looking at Limitless or the boy who turned the earth on its axis when he was born. he just can't keep his eyes off of the Gojou Satoru who asked him to put on a kimono on and took him out to a date: his best friend, his... whatever they are more than that, no other words in his lexicon that could fit. ]
[ one of the waitresses is, too. Suguru settles a hand very high on Gojou's thigh while he's ordering; it draws her attention, and he smiles that placid smile. by the time she leaves again the room again, her face is a wash of crimson. ]
[ she looks quite guilty compared to him, giving Gojou's request a look. as the youngest between the three of them, he's usually the drink pourer, and he's got a sneaking suspicion about why he's still being asked to do it in spite of it being his night to be 'pampered'... so he gives his thigh another little squeeze and sits up properly on his knees. graceful hands make quick work, pouring Gojou's first and then his own, careful and respectful to not spill a drop; he's eager to discover if there really is a difference with a few more zeroes in the price. ]
To... [ he looks at him, willing the toast to come... and smiles when it does. ] To finding each other so early in this life.
[ one of the waitresses is, too. Suguru settles a hand very high on Gojou's thigh while he's ordering; it draws her attention, and he smiles that placid smile. by the time she leaves again the room again, her face is a wash of crimson. ]
[ she looks quite guilty compared to him, giving Gojou's request a look. as the youngest between the three of them, he's usually the drink pourer, and he's got a sneaking suspicion about why he's still being asked to do it in spite of it being his night to be 'pampered'... so he gives his thigh another little squeeze and sits up properly on his knees. graceful hands make quick work, pouring Gojou's first and then his own, careful and respectful to not spill a drop; he's eager to discover if there really is a difference with a few more zeroes in the price. ]
To... [ he looks at him, willing the toast to come... and smiles when it does. ] To finding each other so early in this life.
[ satoru takes a great deal of pride in being Limitless, the Strongest, the most powerful wielder of Six Eyes in Generations. How could he not, after the upbringing he'd had? but when he's with suguru, he doesn't want to be any of that. suguru is the first person who looked at his Six Eyes and saw something else - saw Gojo Satoru, the lonely boy who grew up isolated and treated like glass, full of resentment and disrespect for the society that groomed him to be the savior of jujutsu society - and a boogie for all the curses they couldn't kill.
so he only presses his lips together and smirks at the waitress when suguru puts a hand possessively on his thigh, letting her mull that over as she hurries out of the room and leaves them in one another's company once more. suguru's earned a little bit of possessiveness, hasn't he?
satoru leans a cheek into his palm as he watches suguru pour the sake, slow and steady, wrists peeking out of the sleeves of his dark kimono. graceful is the right word for getou when he's doing things like this. not that he isn't when they fight, but at leisure he's even more elegant.
his eyes slide back up to meet warm, honeyed brown and he scoops up his cup for the toast, curious. to finding each other so early in this life. the words rattle around in his chest, sharp and hot and wrapping around his heart to squeeze it until near bursting. satoru stares back at him for a beat before blushing and sitting up. he taps their foreheads and glasses together in tandem, blue blue eyes swirling and soft like a summer day. ] To finding each other in this life and any other.
[ satoru pulls back, swallows down the entire cup and immediately makes a face, heaving and coughing. it's good. and he absolutely should not have done it as a shot. ]
so he only presses his lips together and smirks at the waitress when suguru puts a hand possessively on his thigh, letting her mull that over as she hurries out of the room and leaves them in one another's company once more. suguru's earned a little bit of possessiveness, hasn't he?
satoru leans a cheek into his palm as he watches suguru pour the sake, slow and steady, wrists peeking out of the sleeves of his dark kimono. graceful is the right word for getou when he's doing things like this. not that he isn't when they fight, but at leisure he's even more elegant.
his eyes slide back up to meet warm, honeyed brown and he scoops up his cup for the toast, curious. to finding each other so early in this life. the words rattle around in his chest, sharp and hot and wrapping around his heart to squeeze it until near bursting. satoru stares back at him for a beat before blushing and sitting up. he taps their foreheads and glasses together in tandem, blue blue eyes swirling and soft like a summer day. ] To finding each other in this life and any other.
[ satoru pulls back, swallows down the entire cup and immediately makes a face, heaving and coughing. it's good. and he absolutely should not have done it as a shot. ]
[And he's not wrong. About fifteen minutes later there's Gladio, walking up and looking quite pleased with himself.]
Well well, some pretty boys to see me.
Well well, some pretty boys to see me.
[that was fast! how? when? oh right. Suguru had told Satoru where he was.
he stops in mid-stride, arms wrapped around the baby, staring at the other boy. in his head everything Satoru's said makes absolute sense and he knows he shouldn't get so attached to a random baby. but when he tries to do as he's told-]
I can't...
he stops in mid-stride, arms wrapped around the baby, staring at the other boy. in his head everything Satoru's said makes absolute sense and he knows he shouldn't get so attached to a random baby. but when he tries to do as he's told-]
I can't...
[Caleb knows precisely how long it took to get the reply, right down to the very last second that ticks by. Ten minutes and thirteen seconds. It feels like hours have passed. He has his robe open as well as the fly of his pants, one hand loosely stroking himself as he relaxes back against the bed. Just Imagining what he would do to Essek if he could just get his hands on the handsome dunamancy professor.
He watches the video, his hand slowly speeding up along the length of his cock without fully realizing it. His free hand scrambles across the touchscreen of the phone, eagerly typing out his reply]
Then I will wait no longer. You are only allowed to cum around my cock, do you hear me? When I get to the bedroom, I will dispel your mage hand and replace your toy with something that will make you yowl like a cat in heat. I want you just like in the video, face down because I want to fuck you face first into the bed, pet.
He watches the video, his hand slowly speeding up along the length of his cock without fully realizing it. His free hand scrambles across the touchscreen of the phone, eagerly typing out his reply]
Then I will wait no longer. You are only allowed to cum around my cock, do you hear me? When I get to the bedroom, I will dispel your mage hand and replace your toy with something that will make you yowl like a cat in heat. I want you just like in the video, face down because I want to fuck you face first into the bed, pet.
[ no sooner than Suguru's had the chance to whisper kanpai has Gojou emptied the ochoko and made himself a mistake. the laughter that follows from Suguru is the resigned sort, what comes from living with someone and knowing them almost as well as they know themselves. it's too late to warn him now, so instead he'll just take a sip and put it back on the table, turning to tend the idiot's pride. ]
[ his t-shirt's thin. that's the thought he has as he starts petting his chest, encouraging some of that cough and burn to go away with his own warm, exploratory touch... and after a beat, it occurs to him that he's better off with skin-to-skin contact, and so slips his hand right up the front of his shirt. ]
You're meant to enjoy it slow and savor it. [ these are the words of a lesson, but not the tone of one; Suguru's voice his too low, his eyes too lidded. his fingers don't intentionally brush up against a nipple when he's trying to lecture him, either. ] ...But sometimes I have trouble pacing myself, too.
[ his gaze flickers down and his hand follows it, fingertips caressing over the center of abs, settling at the top button of his jeans... and when he looks back up, gives it a tug, pulling the waist open. ]
Oops. See what I mean? [ bet he's not coughing now. ]
[ his t-shirt's thin. that's the thought he has as he starts petting his chest, encouraging some of that cough and burn to go away with his own warm, exploratory touch... and after a beat, it occurs to him that he's better off with skin-to-skin contact, and so slips his hand right up the front of his shirt. ]
You're meant to enjoy it slow and savor it. [ these are the words of a lesson, but not the tone of one; Suguru's voice his too low, his eyes too lidded. his fingers don't intentionally brush up against a nipple when he's trying to lecture him, either. ] ...But sometimes I have trouble pacing myself, too.
[ his gaze flickers down and his hand follows it, fingertips caressing over the center of abs, settling at the top button of his jeans... and when he looks back up, gives it a tug, pulling the waist open. ]
Oops. See what I mean? [ bet he's not coughing now. ]
Edited 2023-09-21 19:37 (UTC)
Wow, not even Bucky?
It's definitely flattering and not true all at once.
It's definitely flattering and not true all at once.
Exactly! Though I guess the mint ones are nice too. And the crackle.
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