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hannie-dul-set · 7 months

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the breakup soup [preview].

SYNOPSIS. you and jeonghan get into an argument in the middle of the meeting. the rest of your organization’s officers slowly start to realize that this isn’t just about whether the mountains or the sea would be the better venue for your event.

PAIRING. yoon jeonghan x female! reader. GENRE. lovers to exes to lovers, humor, romance, mild angst, orgmate! jeonghan, college! au, a whole lot of forced proximity, there is only one bed trope will be sprinkled in there somewhere. WARNINGS. written breakup (obviously), so much swearing, sex jokes, will add more as i move forward. WORD COUNT. preview: 2.8k | full fic: est. 15k.

RELEASE DATE. november to december. TAGLST. send an ask/dm/reply to be added.

NOTE. had a bathroom thought. wondered "wouldn't it be funny if a couple breaks up during an org meeting" and it has led me to this dumpster fire. i think it's funny. i hope you think it's funny. i understand that there might be some unfamiliar org jargon here and there, so please feel free to ask me for clarifications if some things are unclear so i can fix them in the final fic!

preview under the cut.

“TODAY IS SEPTEMBER 7, 20XX. THE MEETING WILL NOW PLEASE COME TO ORDER. Mr. Secretary, please call the roll.”

The words robotically fall out of Seungcheol’s mouth as he turns over the pages of his clipboard, marking a precise, red dot next to the word ‘agenda’ on the page. Another day, another meeting. He can’t wait for the moment he can finally retire from this god damned position. Every single time he repeats his presiding officer script, it feels like a digit gets added to his age.

“Yes, Mr. Chair. Please say ‘present and voting’ once your name is called to be acknowledged.”

Wonwoo starts the roll call, and Seungcheol is desperately trying to cover his yawn with the clipboard, else Seungkwan is gonna grate at him again for dozing off in his own meeting— the aforementioned straightening himself in his seat when his position is called.

“Public Information Officer 1?”

“Present and voting.”

“PIO 2?

“Present—” says Joshua, flicking a paper clip across the table and into Vernon’s nth latte of the day. “—and voting.”

“Next. Assistant Business Manager.”

“Prese—”

“Okay, got it.” Chan brandishes a look of offense when Wonwoo cuts him off. “Business Manager?”

“Present and voting. Do we really have to keep doing this one by one?”

Mingyu has a point, Seungcheol mentally agrees. But his god damned seniors wrote in the damned constitution and bylaws that every meeting of SVT (Society of Virtuous Timetravellers. He’s in the process of renaming it because your organization that’s supposed to be for history and culture is attracting weirdos instead— and two of them are Soonyoung and Seokmin) must abide by strict parliamentary procedures, so he has no choice but to suck it up and listen as Wonwoo continues to read out the succeeding positions on the attendance list, and it’s starting to sound a lot like a lullaby.

“Secretary, yours truly, present and voting.” The scratch from Wonwoo’s throat signals Seungcheol that it’s to zone back in. “Vice Chairperson-External?”

“Present and voting.”

Your voice draws Seungcheol's attention. He turns his head towards you and he notices the sheets of binded up papers you have in your hands, straightened with a few taps on the table surface before you settle them back down, a swell of pride when he sees what’s printed on the topmost page.

It’s impeccably organized, the task he assigned to you only three days prior. Hell, you even have page tabs sticking out of the sides of every page. Your work ethic never fails to impress him. On top of that, you’re always so professional— able to separate your personal and org life with strict barriers in between because even though you and Junhui have been friends for ten years, your sharp glare holds no reservations when you catch him folding paper turtles with sticky notes right next to you when inside the meeting room.

“Sorry,” Jun breathes out. You retract your leg from under the table after giving him a discreet kick.

Anyway, Seungcheol has high hopes for you, and he’s eyeing you to replace him as SVT’s Chairperson next year (he’s already in the process of manipulating you into taking the job: the compliments he gives away aren’t for free). You’re perfect. You’re flawless. There’s no one else fit for the position but you.

Which is why the next course of events comes as nothing less than a shock to him.

“Vice Chairperson-Internal?” Wonwoo calls out but is met with silence. He looks around. “VCI?”

No answer. You scoff.

“Alright, moving on. Mr. Chair?”

Seungcheol stiffens, second-guessing what he’d just heard, but the near-invisible crooked twitch of the corner of your mouth proves that no, that wasn’t just his imagination. You just scoffed. A sharp noise laced with derision and contempt. That should’ve been the first sign that something is off.

“Present,” he coughs out, resigning his attention back to the meeting he has to preside over. It must be nothing. Even you can get annoyed sometimes. Maybe Jun is fucking around again and you’ve just had about enough.

“There are thirteen out of fourteen officers present, Mr. Chair. We are in quorum.”

“Thank you. Seeing that we are in quorum, it is now legal for us to conduct business. Mr. Secretary, will you please read to us the agenda for today’s—”

The office door swings open.

“Sorry, I’m late!”

And Mr. VCI rushes in with his white coat still hanging off his shoulders. The meeting is put to an abrupt pause as Jeonghan hastily walks up to his assigned seat, trying to explain the reason for his tardiness. “Our lab session took longer than expected,” Jeonghan huffs out, dragging out the chair next to him. “Dr. Han wouldn’t let us—”

“It’s common decency to enter the room and sit down quietly when you’re late so as to not disturb the ongoing meeting. Especially when you haven’t informed the body beforehand.”

Seungcheol flinches when he hears the interruption of your sharp tone. His head quickly snaps to your direction before gleaning Jeonghan’s reaction. His friend’s jaw tightens but he says nothing. That should’ve been the second sign.

“Mr. Chair, may we proceed with the reading of today’s agenda?”

He eyes you carefully and, with a hesitant drawl anchoring his tongue, proceeds with the meeting while Jeonghan quietly settles into his seat. “Mr. VCI, you may send your excuse letter later for record keeping. Anyhow, Mr. Secretary, please read to us the agenda for today’s meeting.” Wonwoo does as instructed. The problem is, Seungcheol can’t hear anything that he’s saying. Not when his seat is exceedingly uncomfortable at the moment.

It’s not his seat. It’s the two people cornering his seat that’s the problem.

Cold sweat breaks out from his forehead. The air is stuffy. You and Jeonghan lock eyes for zero-point-five seconds and there’s a chill in the atmosphere that only Seungcheol can feel. What the fuck is going on?

“Thank you Mr. Secretary. We’ll begin with the first agenda— SVT’s Orientation and Membership Training. Alright. As you all may know, this will be our organization’s first event for the academic year, thus I am expecting everyone’s undivided cooperation in making sure that this event will be a success. We have already discussed the initial details of the event during the previous meeting, and we also distributed the tasks to the officers and committees.” He flips through a page and clears his throat. “I believe our Vice Chair External was tasked to scout for the venue. Ms. VCE, have you prepared your presentation?”

You nod, rising from your seat. “Yes, Mr. Chair. I’ve prepared a comprehensive list of all our options.” Okay, Seungcheol breathes in through nose. You seem normal now. Maybe he was just overthinking things. “I ask for everyone’s assistance in distributing the copies.”

Seungcheol looks at the text written in bold when you pass a copy to him— SVT ORYE & MT 20XX: VENUE PROPOSAL. While everyone is passing the paperclip-bound photocopies to each other, you take the liberty start speaking. “If you look at the second page, you can see the overview of the entire document. I’ve listed five possible venues and compiled their respective addresses, rates, inclusions, menus, and of course, pictures for your reference. We’ll look at each of them one by one, starting with—”

You pause. Jeonghan is raising his hand. Your eyebrow twitches. Seungcheol gets a bad feeling. “Yes, Mr. VCI?”

“Thank you for the acknowledgement,” he says. “I’d like to ask why exactly are all of these venues located in the mountains? Don’t we have other options? It would be fine if it were just us officers, but I believe holding the event in such terrains would be far too inconvenient for more or less a hundred people.”

A very bad feeling.

“I appreciate your insight,” you respond. Uh oh. Your smile is strained and Seungcheol knows it. That’s the smile you wear when you’re about to pulverize a representative for a disadvantageous partnership to the ground. “However, I’d like to bring to your recollection that the theme of this year’s Orye is traditional South Korean folklore. That considered, I came up with the judgment that the mountainous and forested areas would be the most appropriate and immersive venue if we wish to bring this concept to life. I hope that is clear, Mr. VCI. Anyway—”

“It’s still impractical, Ms. VCE.”

Your face stiffens.

Jeonghan just cut you off.

Shit, he just cut you off.

He stands up, leveling you from across the table. “What about our members with asthma? Heart problems? What if it rains on the day of the event? Do you expect everyone to climb up a mountain trail in all these conditions?”

“If you read through my document before inadvertently interrupting me, Mr. VCI, you’d know that three out of the five venues offer uphill transportation in order to get to the accommodations. And although I understand your reservations about the possibility of inclement weather, may I remind you that it’s also the driest season of the year. You’re being unreasonable.”

Fuck. Seungcheol thinks he needs to butt in but he can’t find the timing when there’s literally an invisible fucking electric fence deterring him from reaching the both you. He catches a glimpse of Joshua’s concerned eyebrows. ‘Do something,’ his friend’s eyes say. He’s about to until you drop a sentence that shoots the tension off the roof.

“Furthermore, I’ve surveyed all of the officers through text if they agree with my venue proposal and I was met with no objections. You’d know if you opened any of my messages last night, Jeonghan.”

Holy fuck.

Holy fuck, you called him by his first name.

You never call anyone by their first name. At least not during meetings and it’s very clear that this is a reason for alarm because everyone else’s eyes fly wide open. Except Jeonghan’s. He just looks pissed— mirroring your very own expression. Something is wrong. Something is very wrong and Seungcheol is slowly starting to realize that this argument isn’t just about the venue conflict.

“Ahem.” He clears his throat for the nth time, a wound might break open. “We will take our VCI’s concern into consideration. If you believe holding our Orye in the mountains is impractical, where do you suggest we should hold it instead?”

Jeonghan’s shoulders relax. He gives you a momentary look before settling back into his seat. “Thank you, Mr. Chair.” You do the same. Seungcheol breathes out a sigh of relief. “I’d like to suggest that we hold it by the beach and sea. Not only would it be more accessible, it would also be considerably cheaper considering there’d be no extra expenses for transportation up the hiking trail. There are also more options if we hold it on the beach. I already have contacts from last year’s set of events. We don’t have to worry about negotiations.”

Seungcheol nods in response. He’s about to say something but once again, he hears an unmistakable scoff from your direction. “Of course, you’d go for the low effort option.”

Oh no. Oh god, no.

Jeonghan’s eyes dart towards you. “What was that?”

Seungcheol doesn’t get paid enough for this shit.

“I’m just saying that it’s so like you to go for the easy way out.”

He doesn’t get paid for this at all.

“What are you trying to tell me here, Ms. VCE?” Jeonghan’s tone is getting more pointed, and the rest of the table are starting to pick up on what’s going on. Mingyu is slowly inching off of his seat and finding the right time to book it. Chan and Seokmin are nervously flitting their eyes back and forth between Jeonghan and you. Minghao hao stopped paying attention. He’s got his airpods on and scrolling through his phone.

“The sea is not theme-appropriate for our event, Mr. VCI,” you firmly press on. “There are myths and folklore that reference the sea and ocean, however as an introductory event for our organization we should defer from making far too uncommon references since most of our members are beginners to our advocacy.”

Vernon is about to be swallowed by his chair. Seungkwan has his face in his hands. Seungcheol’s phone vibrates and it’s a message from Wonwoo. Should I include all of this in the minutes? he asks. Seungcheol isn’t even sure if this argument is still about the venue.

“May I also add that beach events are overused. Everyone holds acquaintance parties, Christmas parties, sensitivity trainings at beaches and beach resorts. Should we follow that template, I doubt our event would be memorable enough for our members to remember.”

“Then it’d be the obligation of the program committee to make it memorable.” The said committee flinches upon hearing Jeonghan’s words. Joshua and Junhui don’t look like they agree with the additional burden. Jihoon’s forehead is wrinkling from secondhand stress. “We don’t need to sacrifice the affordability and accessibility of our location in order to hold a note-worthy event. And, may I also reiterate that we should consider our members with health problems, Ms. VCE.”

This is enough. This is probably enough. Maybe it’s time for Seungcheol to intervene.

“However, I understand,” Jeonghan continues. “I understand that it’s not easy for you to be considerate.”

But how the fuck is he supposed to do that when you two fucks won’t stop provoking each other?

“Oh, for god’s sake!” It’s hopeless. It’s gone out of control. Your voice has bordered on yelling ang Seungcheol himself is afraid of being caught in between. “Are you still mad about the cat thing?!”

What is the cat thing? What in the hell is actually going on?

“This is not about the cat thing and you know that.” There’s a ruffle in Jeonghan’s voice. He lets out a groan and throws his head back with his fingers digging into his hair. “Fuck. Let’s talk later.”

Yes. Yes, please just talk later so we can move on with the meeting.

“Did you just swear at me?”

Nevermind.

There’s a second silence. One second— until the corner of Jeonghan’s mouth twitches and he expels a huff of incredulity. It’s ominous. It’s a harbinger of uncomfortable destruction. “So swearing is crossing the line, but refusing to let me meet your parents and forcing us to keep this relationship a secret is completely justifiable?”

Well shit.

This meeting is done for.

Silence washes over the office once again. Wide eyes are being exchanged and not even Wonwoo is filling the tension with his incessant typing on the laptop. Chair, I don’t think I should include this part in the minutes, Seungcheol receives another message from him. Of course he shouldn’t. A relationship reveal isn’t part of the agenda. Neither is a breakup but he fears it’s teetering to that outcome.

It’s uncomfortable. It’s suffocatingly uncomfortable and Seokmin looks like he’s about to cry at any moment.

“Well,” you simmer. “I guess it’s not much of a secret anymore, isn’t it?”

“Damn.” Soonyoung receives an elbow from Jihoon. He gets hushed down very quickly to make room for another agonizing exchange between you and Jeonghan.

“Is that literally all you have to say? You’re so insensitive, it drives me fucking nuts. This is why it’s so hard to keep seeing you—”

“Oh, so you think I’m not having a hard time? If you can’t understand why I had to do that, then let’s just stop seeing each other!”

“Fine, I’m glad we’re on the same page this time.”

“Great!”

“Great.”

“Your clothes better be out of my closet by tomorrow.”

“Throw them away, I don’t need them.”

“I will! Thanks for the suggestion!”

Things have now gone beyond the point of salvation and he can’t even interject to formally end this disaster of a meeting.

“Mr. Chair, I apologize, but I’m afraid I will be leaving early today.” Oh, so now you remember his existence. You’re fuming, slinging over your shoulder bag and haphazardly collecting your things from the table, and Seungcheol simply massages his temples and nods in acknowledgement to your sudden leave. “Please go through the document at your discretion and I’ll be respecting whatever decision the body makes. Thank you and have a good day.”

Just like that, you’re gone. Jeonghan also starts collecting his things. “My phone lines are open in case you need anything. Goodbye.” With that, he also disappears with the harsh swing and slam of the door, leaving behind another blanket of uncomfortable silence for everyone else to drown in.

Seungcheol sighs. He feels a headache kicking in.

“So...are we having the event in the mountains or by the sea?”

He groans.

Is it too late to file a resignation?

THE BREAKUP SOUP. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

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pianokantzart · 5 months

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I posted something somewhere about Papa Mario’s “these are boys” line being wholesome (and made more so because of who voices the character!) and I got some comments from people who hated the line because it was clear Pio “didn’t give a shit” about either of his sons and only accepted them once they gave him something he could brag about. In other words, he only “cares” about them when they make him look good. I don’t think this is the case, and I get the feeling you don’t either. Can you do a brief analysis on the character given what little we’ve seen of him? :)

Yep, I 100% agree with you. Mario and Luigi's dad may have his flaws, but he definitely cares about his kids.

The thing about Pio is that he strikes me as the family patriarch? At least for as long as the grandpa has been in his twilight years. Not only does Pio appear a lot more emotionally restrained than Uncle Tony and Uncle Arthur, but he's bulkier and moves with a lot less pep. Either he's a good number of years older than either of them, works a far more physically demanding job, or both. Whatever the case, he takes matters with a lot more gravity, and his lapse of judgement at the dinner table seemed to be out of genuine worry rather than disdain or apathy. At first he did his best to talk about anything other than Mario's failing plumbing business, keeping his head down and eating his pasta while everyone else was either defending or teasing Mario and Luigi.

It's only when Mario directly asks his dad for his opinion that he gets right to the heart of the matter:

"I think you're nuts. You don't leave a steady job for some crazy dream. And the worst part? You're bringing your brother down with you."

It's harsh, but you can tell he means well. This is not the face of a man who "doesn't give a sh*t." This may be a big joke to Arthur and Tony, but to Pio it's dead serious. Mario's taking a huge gamble with his and his brother's financial stability. Yes, this is Mario AND Luigi's dream, and Luigi is perfectly capable of making his own decisions... but it's clear who's leading the charge and making a lot of questionable choices along the way. If Pio has a place of headship in the family like I suspect, then this statement has a lot more weight to it– he knows what it is to have other people's wellbeing rely on you. It's important Mario understands that if this longshot fails, he won't be going down alone.

Did Mario already know this? Yep. Was telling him he was bringing his brother down a step too far? Absolutely, but Pio was not trying to emotionally gut his son the way he did.

When Mario storms off, he looks blindsided by the reaction.

When everyone stares at him in surprise he asks "what did I say?" in a tone of genuine confusion. This was meant to be a wakeup call for Mario, not a slap in the face. Apparently, Luigi's inability to read a room is hereditary.

But Pio's not a man of pure stoicism, he's still a hot-blooded Italian at his core, so of course he gets so excited when his kids appear out of nowhere to decimate a giant turtle dragon and his invading army??? (Please note the way he's leaning way too far out of that window in his excitement. It's lucky he's got good core strength or he'd be falling right out of the third story into what is still an active war zone.)

When the smoke clears both Mia and Pio are climbing over wreckage to get to Mario and Luigi, well before a crowd has gathered to cheer. The "these are my boys!" was a continuation of the pride Mario's dad had already expressed before he realized anyone else was watching. He has absolutely no idea what just happened, but anyone with eyes can see that Mario and Luigi just did something fantastic! And as much as Pio sees Mario in the leading role– responsible for his and his brother's failures– he also sees him as responsible for their victories.

So yeah. Conclusion: Mario's Dad is a flawed guy who makes big mistakes, but there's no doubt in my mind that he cares a lot about his kids.

#anyways I'm on the Pio defense squad and my opinion will not be shaken easily #super mario brothers #mario movie #Mario Family #mario headcanons #mario analysis #Local father who is VERY bad at communication tries to teach his son the importance of responsibility #and accidentally delivers psychic damage. More at 11 #askbox #anon #long post

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cryingaboutit1514 · 2 months

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Can I request soft nsfw with doppio dropscythe?

author's note: I got you honey buns serving up this shit at the speed of light

Summary: Doppio wants to show you how much he loves you by making love to you ♡

Contains: nsfw content, soft doppio x reader, praise, sweet fluff and aftercare, its rotting my teeth out help, the author making this days later after valentines day is crazy, theres more fluff than smut but hey what can I say None of my works are proofread!

You shuffle inside the door with a tired sigh, shutting the door with a foot after returning to your shared apartment with your beloved Doppio Dropscythe. Work was insane, your boss expecting so much from you, especially on Valentines' Day! You could hardly believe your luck. All you wanted was to snuggle in your big boyfriend's arms, maybe shower him in a couple of kisses.

The lights were off however, and you quickly assumed he wasn't home. You hang your bag on the hook behind your door and walked further in. You notice a warm glow coming from the dining room, and you approach it warily. You peer inside to see the source of the light: candles. They illuminated the room to reveal a whole gourmet meal, with rose strewn across the tiles. Sitting at the end of the table was...

"Doppio?" You gasp, hand over your mouth with wide eyes. "Is this...?"

"For you and I?" He chuckles with a nod. He excitedly waves you over and you wasted no time on doing so.

"You did all this?" You ask, sitting down as Doppio had quickly pulled out your chair for you, like the gentleman he was.

"Of course! I knew you'd be hungry when you came home, so I figured to make dinner," Doppio responded, gesturing to the ribs he cooked. "Also, it's Valentine's. I need to woo you."

"Consider me wooed," you laughed, picking up the fork and knife. "Thank you so much Doppio. It looks so good, and I bet it tastes just as good!"

You popped a small piece in your mouth, and the flavor! it just melts in your mouth and you cant help but sigh happily, a hand pressed to your cheek with a broad smile. You swayed side to side as you blabbered your appreciation for the dish. Pio watched with a cheesy grin, obviously proud.

"How is it?"

"It's delicious!"

You chowed down so quickly, Doppio worried you were going to choke at some point, sliding a glass of water your way. You went from a bite if ribs to rice, to the mashed potatoes to the salad. Doppio ate himself, pausing to watch you every so often.

"You're making me feel self conscious," you teased, your plate nearly empty.

"What? I'm loving the view," Doppio replied with a wink. You almost snort, ducking your head in slight embarrassment.

Doppio reached a hand over to wipe away some sauce on the edge of your mouth, licking his thumb all the while keeping eye contact with you. You blushed with a scoff, stabbing a piece of meat to offer to him.

"Stop flirting and eat, you nerd," you grumbled and he opened his mouth to eat it.

"Aye aye captain," Doppio said with a laugh and a salute.

It didn't take long to finish the dinner. Doppio brought the dishes to the sink and you follow, helping him dry them as he washed him. You stood shoulder to shoulder in content silence, glancing at each other and exchanging soft smiles.

And after that, you both relaxed in the living room, watching a romance movie, that was extremely cringey but enjoyable to watch with your significant other. Your head resting against his shoulder, his arm wrapped around you as he pulled you closer, him kissing your head every couple of minutes or inhaling your scent. The best evening you could ever ask for.

But it got a lot better.

Once the movie was over, Doppio shut off the TV and guided you to the bathroom, which also had candlelight illuminating the room. You can't help but break into laughter as Doppio looked at you with a raised brow.

"Are you making fun of my work?" A hand to his chest, feigning hurt. "I made it smell good and everything for you."

You hummed approvingly, closing the door behind you with a giggle. "Nono, I love it! it's so cute..." your gaze drifted to the shower. "Even rose petals in the shower?"

"It adds to the romantic atmosphere," Doppio explained, his hands finding purchase on your waist as he leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on your lips. "Besides, I want you to feel how much I love you."

Your stomach flipped once he said those words, your cheeks aflame. You nuzzle against his neck with a soft sigh. "I love you too, Doppio."

Doppio trailed kisses down your throat, slowly lifting up your shirt. You pulled away a moment to let him pull it over you, leaving you in just your bra. You removed his as well, because it would obviously be fair. Your hands traveled his chest and lower body, tracing every outline and muscle. Doppio kissed your shoulder, guiding you backwards.

Off came the pants and undergarments next. The shower had been turned on to a warm temperature, and you entered the shower first. The water running through your hair and down your skin as the petals below swirled and spun. It smelled wonderful in here.

Doppio stepped inside, eyes on you the whole time. You backed up to give him some space, only for him to back you into the wall. The water beat down his back, the steam slowly forming and curling in the air.

You both stared at each other for a brief moment, observing the other's eyes. Full of warmth and affection and love and yearning. You cupped Pio's cheek and he leaned into it with a smile.

"Happy Valentines' Day sweetheart."

You repeated the phrase, leaning in to give him a kiss.

Turns out that one kiss caused an explosion.

Pio's hands roamed your body, up and down and discovering every inch of your skin. His kisses go lower and lower, worshiping every patch of skin as he kneeled before you. His soft gaze locked onto yours from below as you shivered.

"I want to show you how much I love you. I want..." Doppio hesitated. "I want to make love to you."

"Yes," you breathed, giving a tiny nod.

He rose to his feet, the heat suddenly sky rocketing and not because of the water. Pio caged you with his arms, looking quite sexy with rivulets of H20 streaming down his face.

Another deep and passionate kiss, tongues intertwined as you two shared breaths. One hand slid down your stomach, going in between your legs. Your legs gave a tiny lurch as the contact, his digit circling your clit. You moaned quietly into the kiss, chest heaving.

Doppio bit your neck gently, leaving behind a light bite mark underneath your ear. He mumbled something about marking you as his, and the heat between your legs grew. You opened your legs wider for him, supporting yourself on his arms.

With the pad of his thumb still circling the sensitive bud, his middle and index finger slipped inside your wet core. Your walls twitched, and he made a beckoning gesture that made a moan rip from your throat. Doppio chuckled darkly in your neck, his long fingers reaching the deepest parts of you.

"D-Doppio," you gasped, squeezing around his fingers. It was almost embarrassing how close you were already, but you felt all shame melt away as you slowly rode his fingers.

"Are you close, princess?" He whispered against your skin and you nod. "Let's get you over the edge, mmm?"

Another flex of his fingers and you bury your face in his chest. The other hand took your chin and made you look at him. "Look at me while you cum. Please."

Quick pants fanned his face as you kept eye contact with your boyfriend, eyes fluttering shut here and there when you felt your orgasm approaching like a bullet train. With a moan, you released all over his hand, only for it to be washed away in the shower.

"So perfect," Doppio mutters in your ear, his big hands encompassing your thighs to heft you up. You squeaked, instinctively wrapping your legs around him. "Can I...?"

"Of course, love," you murmured, still regaining your oxygen. You kissed his neck, suckling on the skin to return the mark he gave you.

He groaned quietly, the head of his cock nudging at your entrance. You could already feel how hard and needy he was, that he just wanted to ram himself inside, but he wanted to have this moment with you. And it melted your heart.

Doppio slowly sheathed himself in you, moaning as he sank into your hot core. You let out your own whimper, adjusting to his size. Pio squeezed your hips lovingly, marveling the area where you two connect. And after a while, he started to move.

"You're taking me so well, so so so well," your boyfriend praised you, slowly moving in and out of you. The pace was slow but deep, hitting that spongy spot with each loving thrust.

"Doppio, you feel so good," you purred softly, and his hips stuttered for a second. "I love you so much d-darling."

"God, I love you too. I love you so much, that if I ever lost you, that would mean losing myself." You both make obscene noises at the same time as you clench around his dick. He picked up his speed just a tad, his face in your neck and your face in his. You were pulsating around him, and Pio could feel you were getting close like he was. "You're so beautiful, so smart, so funny, so brave, so perfect-"

You captured his mouth in a kiss, conveying your undying love for him as he pumped in and out of your cunt. Pio moaned against the kiss, his thrusts getting sloppy. Moaning against each other, clutching each other as the two of you crash over the edge.

Gasping for breath, Doppio's body collapses onto yours as you slump against the wall. The water washed away any sign of lust into the drain. Doppio slowly pulled himself out, still holding you as your legs were shaking. He helped you sit on the floor and he reached up to change the shower direction. Doppio plugged the drain and you watched with hazy confusion.

Then it hit you. Doppio was turning it into a bath.

The petals rose up and gathered around your arms. You grinned like an idiot as he plucked a bath bomb out of a basket. Pio returned the grin as he plops it into the water.

"Turn around," he said, grabbing a shampoo bottle.

You obediently turned. With one arm, he hooked his arm around your waist to ease you closer to him. A sound of the shampoo opening and closing and your boyfriend lathered the soap into your hair, massaging your head in the process. You hummed happily.

When your head was full of bubbles and a delicious scent, you ordered Doppio to turn around. You run the shampoo through his hair, making sure to be as gentle as possible. He closed his eyes as you do so, a silly smile playing on his lips.

So the two of you relax in the bath tub, talking and giggling and making beards out of bubbles until it was time for bed. What a perfect evening.

#chaotic.text #nijisanji #nijisanji en #vtuber #nijien #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji smut #doppio dropscythe #Doppio dropscythe smut #xsoleil x reader #xsoleil #xsoleil smut #Vtuber smut #Nijien smut #X reader #vtuber x reader #Doppio dropscythe x reader #Doppio x reader

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sanorios · 2 years

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𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍'

pairing: kokonoi hajime x reader. + the haitani brothers

cw: dom!gn reader. dom! haitani brothers. sub!koko. reader has a cock but can be read as a strap.

a/n sorry for being inactive, i'm back now 😈

Koko didn’t even know how he ended up agreeing to this.

It all started when the Haitani brothers and you annoyed him about how you never heard about Koko getting laid or doing anything of the sort. You guys even teased him of being a virgin.

He just didn’t like hookups. No matter how much he tried, he could never get off.

However, you saw it as a challenge. “How much $$ will you give us if we make you cum?” You smirk

“Depends.” Koko shrugs, not realizing that you were serious about your request.

“How about $500 for every orgasm?” Koko scoffs. You guys could try. He didn’t think you three were much different from his previous hookups.

He was wrong. In his 27 years of living, he never felt more aroused. He had his back on the meeting table, knees practically reaching his head.

You held his waist with a bruising grip, dragging out your cock against his walls and slamming right back in, your tip hitting his prostate. Koko pressed a hand to his mouth, trying his best to muffle his moans just for Ran to slap them away. On the other hand, Rindou toying with his cock, fisting him roughly, hand wrapped around him too tight for his liking

Rindou retreated his hands from his cock, only to bring them down again, palm opened, slapping his cock repeatedly

‘’N-no stop! Mmphh!’’ Koko jolted from the painful sensation. His tip was bright red, pre-cum leaking as his eyes roll to the back of his skull.

“Huh? You like that freak?” Rindou snarls, you smirk, still thrusting slowly into Koko.

He moaned, tears running down his cheeks. He presses again a hand to his mouth for ran to slap it away, again.

“You want to shut up so bad, huh?” Taking advantage of kokonoi’s open mouth, he slips a few of his inches past his pretty lips, slowly pulling out only to slam the rest back in. Koko’s gags at the size, sitting uncomfortably in his throat. Using his hair as a leverage to shove his way down his warm throat.

On cue, you start ruthlessly pounding his prostate, occasionally leaving a harsh smack on his ass, reveling in the sound of his pathetic garbles around Ran’s girth.

He’s desperately thinking about letting that $500 dollars, his cock looks like it’s ready to burst. There’s too much stimulation. He feels like his body is being toyed with.

“G-gonna cum, ‘m gonna cu-!” Koko gasped before ran thrusts back in his mouth. The overwhelming onslaught of Rindou’s calloused hands wrapping around his sensitive cock made him sob as he practically convulses. He cums all over his stomach. The tightening of Koko’s walls squeeze and practically milk the stream of cum out of you too. There goes five hundred dollars.

Ran bucked his hips to force his cock impossibly deeper down Kokonoi’s throat, “Take it whore.” Ran spilled his load all over his pretty tear-stained face, fishing on his face.

“One ain’t enough! Right Koko?” You tease him, massaging his thigh. “Rindou haven’t had his turn yet”

“No more.” Koko pants. He might be loaded with money, but he would not give out more money for round two. Wasn’t he the one supposed to get money, if he was letting you all use him like a common whore.

“Too bad! I’m getting a hundred.”

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myremnantarmy · 3 months

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"Never undertake any work or any action without first raising your mind to God and directing to him with a pure intention the action you are about to perform."

—St. Padre Pio, letter, 1914

#jesus #catholic #my remnant army #jesus christ #virgin mary #faithoverfear #saints #jesusisgod #endtimes #artwork #padre Pio #pray for us #st padre pio and me #st padre pio #saint quote

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multicolour-ink · 9 months

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Throw me your suggestions on how Mia (Mama) and Pio (Papa) Mario first met 🙂

#yes those are their names I am not kidding #super mario #mama mario #papa mario #mia mario #pio mario #the super mario bros movie #super mario movie #mario movie #mario movie 2023 #my own headcanon is that pio was doing work for a client - and hit his head #and while his work mates laughed at him - mia ran out to help him #and pio just couldn't get her out of his head after that #also headcanon that he had a hard time impressing mia's father 🤭

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vvishes · 1 year

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22:24 - DOPPIO DROPSCYTHE

the rain started pouring down along with plenty of lightning and thunder as you and doppio cuddled each other on the couch. the other council members had already left to rest in their designated cabins but you two decided to hang out in the council room — i mean who would decline a request to snuggle in the council room ?

the first giant spark hit the ground abruptly, followed with a fierce, vibrating roar that shook the ground. both of you were startled by the sudden noise, and you reluctantly got up from doppio’s embrace to see the commotion going on outside. opening the curtains, you were surprised to see show of flashing lights. it was truly spectacular.

“pio-chan, look at all the lightning !” you quietly squealed like a giddy child on christmas day. interested, doppio stood up and walked to the window. he too had the same reaction as he gazed at the almost fantasy experience with sparkly eyes. his hands made their way around your waist and his head rested on your shoulder.

“let’s stay like this for a while. this feels nice.” he said, relaxing his body, adding way to your own.

“ack— doppio, stop putting your weight on me.” you said in a slightly louder tone, but not loud enough to awaken the others.

“eheheh, fine, fine!” and finally you were freed.

several minutes had passed, and the rain hit the roof harder and noisier. you too didn’t mind though, it wasn’t like you were going to sleep any time soon. you too continued to stare at the lightning whilst having some small talk every so often. quiet moments like these are what made your relationship so special. you didn’t need any communication at all ; you just both knew. of course when there are times, talking things out would be needed, however simply being in each others arms, all relaxed and peaceful is all you’d ever need.

the heavy rain died down, and your tired body began to fall over from standing up for too long. you were lucky enough to have doppio support your legs.

“hmm ? is my darling finally tired ?” he teased. you couldn’t bother thinking of a comeback, so you only nodded.

doppio giggled and lifted your limp body on his shoulder. you started wriggling and squirming as you were too exhausted to yell — of course that didn’t help. he then gently laid your body on to the couch and joined in.

“make sure you have a good rest, tomorrow will be a big work day,” he announced.

“as if you’d care to participate,” you mumbled.

“awe c’mon ! i’m just trying to motivate you.”

you giggled softly, and before you knew it, both of you had dozed off into a deep slumber.

#🌂 ┄ works #first ever work in a while 😭😭#doppio #doppio dropscythe #xsoleil #xsoleil x reader #doppio x reader #doppio dropscythe x reader #nijisanji #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en x reader #xsoleil x y/n #doppio x y/n #doppio dropscythe x y/n #nijisanji x y/n #nijisanji en x y/n

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techav · 9 days

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Revisiting Wrap030 Disk Access

I have more ideas for projects than time or budget to work on them. Already this year I've gone completely through the design process for two new large homebrew projects that are currently too large for my project budget, plus a few small ones I never got around to ordering. So rather than spend more than I should taking on a new project, I decided to revisit an existing one.

It's been over a year since I last worked on the original Wrap030 project — my old stack-of-boards MC68030 system. Its current configuration includes the main board with CPU, ROM, RAM, UART, & glue logic; a hand-wired breakout board to add a second UART; a custom video output board; and a mezzanine board with FPU and provision for an IDE disk that is not yet working. It has been functional in this configuration since last February.

My goal for this project from the beginning was to build something capable of running a proper operating system, like Unix System V or Linux. To do that though, I'm going to need to get disk access working.

I had started on disk access, but didn't quite have it functional when I turned my focus to integrating all of boards into the single Wrap030-ATX motherboard. I had added IDE cycles to the CPLD on the mezzanine board, and had added a few rough drafts of disk functions to my ROM. I set the project aside when I realized my function for checking dish presence was reporting a disk was present when there wasn't one.

I have worked with IDE before — my original 68000 project had an IDE port on it. I had gotten that project to the point where I could read a sector of data from the disk, but never could wrap my head around how to actually navigate even a simple file system like FAT16. It was this code that I had adapted for Wrap030, so when it didn't work, I assumed it was a problem with my logic.

Turns out I had just inadvertently clobbered a register in the disk check function. The logic worked just fine. I was able to write a couple quick BASIC programs to read a sector of data and even run code from the boot sector.

My assembly function for reading data from disk however was still not working.

I tried rewriting it.

I tried rewriting it in C instead of assembly.

I tried again, and again, and again. I added delays and loops and print statements and everything I could think of. I scoured datasheets, read though all the different release versions of the ATA specification, ported code from other projects, looked at every example of reading from an IDE disk I could find.

No matter what I did, I always got the same result.

This did not make any sense. Reading from an IDE disk involves setting up the sector address, the number of sectors to transfer, sending a read command, and then reading the IDE data port 256 times per sector. Each time the data port is read, the disk will give another 16-bit word of data. But for some reason, all I was getting was the first word of data returned 256 times.

There is nothing in the specification to explain this.

I knew there was nothing wrong with my logic, because I could read the data just fine with my BASIC program or by manually poking the right addresses using the monitor. Maybe there was some edge case affecting timing when running in assembly, but even adding delay loops and print statements didn't have any effect.

I reached out for help. I got great feedback on my read functions and my timing and how IDE and CompactFlash cards worked, but still could not solve this problem.

But then @ZephyrZ80 noticed something —

I had shared my code and was explaining that I had added some extra NOP instructions to enforce minimum time between IDE access cycles in PIO-0 mode. At 25MHz with cache enabled, the 68030 can complete an instruction in as little as 80ns, so a few NOPs would ensure enough time elapsed between cycles.

With cache enabled.

… cache enabled.

… cache.

The 68030 has 256 bytes of data cache. My disk read function is running in a tight loop that only really hits a few addresses; not nearly enough to invalidate and flush the entire 256 bytes of cache. The CPU does have a cache inhibit signal to use with peripherals that return new data on subsequent access to the same address, but it turns out I was only asserting it when accessing the UART on the main board.

It's a simple enough hypothesis to test. When I initially added support in my ROM for enabling cache at startup, I included user functions for enabling and disabling cache.

… It was cache all along.

Now I need to add some way to inhibit cache while accessing the IDE port, and then I can move on to trying to use the disk for loading programs.

#wrap030 #homebrew computing #homebrew computer #mc68030 #mc68000 #ide interface #retro computing

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