#𝘚𝘖𝘙𝘙𝘖𝘞 ⌜ sloth ⋮ kihoon ⌟

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@mcwscollective

"Mm?" Kihoon's head lifted, the surface of the bar stuck to pale skin as he watched the gaudy man pick up his drink after a long performance. Tilting his head, long strands of hair stuck to sweaty skin, his voice higher with the wig on. "I wouldn't drink tha'."

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                                        i forgot the meme i am a fraud || @aisurume​

                                                    [ WET ] for shinji & kihoon

Rain like this reminded Kihoon of the time of year, like a clock, Japan’s weather was almost too predictable. Torrential rain told him July was afoot and June really was almost through with. Over half a year gone and he still stood on the side of the road with a debt that could break his back. Kihoon stood underneath the storefront of a hotel, cigarette in hand, leaned against the wall. Had it not been for the pouring rain and flashing lightening, the manager probably would have screamed her head off about loitering. This wasn’t the 80s, after all.

As the rain beat down on the pavement, quick feet splashed against wet asphalt, hurried to get home or into the nearest shelter. Kihoon let out a thick puff of smoke as he watched a familiar figure barrel through the rain like a fool, no umbrella, no raincoat. Just a stupid looking leather jacket and a dumb shirt that stuck to his body, soaked to the bone. “Shinji~!” He cooed, the only way to get his attention when the man looked like a bloodhound on the hunt for his prey. And like some kind of cartoon, Shinji skidded to a halt, his head whipped around to the source of that sultry call, following like a horn dog when beckoned closer. Tightening the leash, Kihoon smiled as he exhaled another puff of smoke, his voice low as he chastised him. “'re you a fuckin’ idiot? Where’s your umbrella? You’re bald the cold’ll get t’ your head an’ you’ll lose more brain cells, fool.”

Romantic. Sexy. Sultry. Even when he’s telling Shinji off for not taking the proper precautionary measures. Quietly, of course. He can’t ruin Shinji’s reputation as a big, scary Yakuza. Pfft. 

“... I still got an hour left in the hotel. 's one o’ them rooms wit’ a bathroom. Take a shower an’ dry yourself off b’fore you catch a cold.” Then again... How was he supposed to get in when the room wasn’t in his name? Was this threatening mass of man supposed to walk in and ask for room 101 nicely and hope the staff will know which one he wanted? “... Fuck it, I’ll get it for you. C’mon.” With the flick of a wrist, Kihoon disposed of his cigarette, landing right in the pile of trash by the road, quickly soaked before it became a hazard. 

                                                             ✦          ✦          ✦ 

Kihoon laid across the freshly made bed ( he almost felt sorry for the cleaning crew, just when they cleaned up he came back to mess it up with wet clothes ), his fingers flicking through the latest gossip column of a magazine, something about idols being caught with a boyfriend. Grainy photos, barely censored faces and incredible guess work, it was impressive. The sound of the shower stopping short didn’t cross his mind, nor did the dip of the bed beside him until he heard his voice. Something about whether his clothes had come back– the very nice staff offered to dry his clothes for him when Kihoon suggested he’d extend his stay. 

“I didn’t hear anythin’ come, so...” Shamelessly, his eyes followed the drops of water trickling down his body to the line of abdominal hair that stopped short thanks to the fucking towel around his waist. Fuck. He’s hot.

                                                               “ Do you want me? ”

Magazine laid forgotten on the floor, soft white noise of the rain served as quite the backdrop to soft kisses on the bed of some love hotel in Kamurocho. Kihoon’s hands didn’t trail this time, nor did Shinji’s. Gasped breaths as they attempted to convey feelings long buried without the guise of services and payment. Kihoon won’t say a word about this to anyone, not even a joke to pay for his time. This alone was more precious than any amount of yen.

                        ❝ If I’m wrong, say I’m wrong. You’re the one who invited me. ❞

A weak, feeble voice trickled from his lips, barely able to contain himself when he spoke. He knew Shinji well enough. He knew with a single word, he’d curse him to never leave his side.                                                                      “... Stay.”

                                                              And the towel fell.

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KING: “Would you be there for me if I were going through something?”

LUST: “No.”

WRATH: “Nope~!”

ENVY: “Absolutely not.”

QUEEN: “Hell nah.”

SLOTH: “I hope it sucks, whatever you’re goin’ through.”

LUST: “I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life.”

JACK: “I hope ya reach out to me so I can ignore ya...”

WRATH: “I can’t wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could’ve changed that outcome.”

KING: “Ah...”

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Kihoon do you prefer rough or gentle play in bed? Do you prefer to be the one playing or the one being played with?

"Woah..." People sure were brazen in what they asked. "Who taught y' t' ask a pretty young lady like me tha' kinda thing? Bu' since y' asked, I prefer both. I like bein' played wit' real nice like. I guess I'm kinda adventerous? I tried a group thing wit' three people at once, wasn't as fun as I thought it'd be." Though he did enjoy the thrill of danger, something about choking awoke a visceral fear deep down that had him thrashing, sobbing and screaming as much as his damaged throat would allow,

Something he wasn't ready to work out in therapy any time soon.

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“I believe in justice, bu' only when cross dressing ain’t in the way.”

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SLOTH: “Y’ know wha’ I found out the hard way; tha’ my toaster ‘s waterproof?”

ENVY: “... Pff–”

JACK: “... Wait––”

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Snapping a heavily decorated phone shut, Kihoon sang, “he~y, this kinda place ain’t ‘ppropriate for a kid.” and giggled as if this were the most amusing thing he’d seen.

Early in the day, blood already tainted, the stranger pressed the beer can to his lips as he watched the child skulk in. Normal questions didn’t enter their buzzed mind, too busy watching pretty lights flash as people came and went. What was a child doing in such an establishment? Didn’t he know only gangs, whores, mafia and drug addicts frequented here? Was he not minded by his parents? 

Again: what the fuck was a child doing in here and how did no one notice him?

Kihoon tilted his head, long, painted nails tapped his near empty can. “I ain’t gonna tell your ol’ man if y’ leave now.”

                                                                                          @mcwscollective​  :: starter for killua

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SILENCE BOTTOM @hiisfire​

“I may still be a 5ft 5 man in a wig, but you couldn’t top me even if you TRIED--” 

“You BOTTOM.”

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@hiisfire​

“He’s big an’ so dumb... An’ one day, I’m gonna top ‘im.”

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                                                  unprompted || @sharkfinx​​ said :

" We don't need to be like that, nee." Fatigued gaze full of shame after an hidden work up in the bathroom. The runt medicine already reacted to his senses. Being able to speak without drooling over the young man was a result of it. " If I can give Paa-kun a place where you don't need to give anything as exchange to be comfortable and safe. That's enough for me. " Hands placed over his pink hair that gently caressed it as he tried to smile between his frown from screaming at him early. " I'm sorry.. for being a brute early. "

“Oh, we’re back t’ ‘Paa-kun’, now. Yipee.” As time passed, he felt the sweltering heat bubbling inside settle. Heartbeat calming as all that was left was despair. Kisame’s belongings that mysteriously found its way into his nest were strangely piled in front of the door, thrown out haphazardly in his tantrum against the alpha. All that was left were his things. His phone, of course, where he turned on ‘Do Not Disturb’ mode and entertained himself with music as he played mindless games on his portable console. 

“Like what?” Burrowed in his nest, his nose inhaled the thick scent of sweat stuck to an old shirt beneath a layer of perfumed oils. Fresh and flowery despite his general lack of knowledge of flowers, he’d always taken to getting essential oils in his nesting room to replicate the scent. As he felt contact with his hair, he burrowed himself further into his little fortress of blankets until not a single tuft of hair peeked out. His voice was muffled but loud enough. “Like a ‘desperate omega’? Or like a ‘brat’?” Oh, yeah. He’s holding a grudge. Despite Kihoon’s ability to come back with a quick retort or shrug the odd insult off, he held onto it as ammo. “I feel FINE. You didn’t snap my neck wit’ all the shakin’. My arms are only bruised. I was jus’ SCARED ‘s all. Maybe ask the wall how it’s feelin’.” 

Sorry? How dare he not give Kihoon the chance to get angry! If he held onto his grudge, he’d be seen as childish. That alone would add to Kisame’s reluctance to take Kihoon seriously. “I’m guessin' you found the meds you assumed I hid.”

“Get out. You’re stinkin’ up my nest...”

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                                                   unprompted || @sharkfinx​ said :

" Ne Paa-kun, you're what—19? 20? If you ever marry someone.... Couldn't you just keep living here? I think there's enough space— I was just thinking the other day; it will be quite lonely without you here—Ha ha ha. I think I got used to your daily assaults! HahahahaHAha!"

“Marry?” It wasn’t like the idea never popped into his stupid little head. Whenever he thought of marriage, his train of thought stopped at the wedding ceremony, vows, venues and the like... That was where the dream ended. After that... What else was there? Where would he live? How would he live with another person? Would he have kids? In all honesty, he was a stupid kid, unable to think of the long-term effects of marriage. 

Wasn’t living like this good enough?

He couldn’t see himself anywhere else. Kihoon pictured himself helping Kisame until he was old and brittle, he pictured himself in the same place, the same position by the same person for a long, long time– that kind of comfort was good enough. This little apartment above the fishmongers, the same fishmongers they’d stack up for early in the morning, fish for stock earlier and close late in the evening– the routine was familiar. Having someone welcome him back after a night on the town, warm food waiting for him and a warm bed– company he liked. Rent-free with a steady job and a good friend to spend time with. This was enough for now.

“Why woul’ I get married when I got a housewife already~?”

This is his home.  Maybe he should be saying ‘I’m home’ when he can.

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                                                                 cont. || @bluerage​​

“Yeah, Mt. Lady joked about makin’ an Only Fans las’ Monday... – Wait...” Before he could even laugh off his stupid comment, Kihoon halted the conversation right there. Tongue clicked as his fingers caught droplets of water on the sides of his glass. 

“You ain’t on my Only Fans, you broke bastard. I worked real hard on tha’ last photoshoot.”

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                                                                cont. || @prekliatyvlk​

“I ‘unno what tha’ is,” Kihoon shrugged, his head peeked from the back of the chair to the only other person that put up with Kihoon and Katia’s nonsense. “Galen, d’ you know wha’ tha’ is?”

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@jeokwol​

“I might jus’ ugly cry, he’s so beautiful...” He’ll cave the poor fools head in, sure but he’ll have a raging stiffie.

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@melodioustragedy​ has a thot in his midst.

Award show after parties were never clean. Clubs reserved and owned by celebrities. An invite-only kind of deal. Those that mattered, those who entertained, those who made the party lively and those who the odd guest would go home with. That was the general atmosphere.

Among the swells was a regular, one that danced on table tops, snorting or swallowing those pesky senses away. Anything to make one feel jolly enough to go home with... Whoever the ‘e-girl’ was hanging onto now. The open secret that was ‘Jiyeon’, an internet personality. Cute girl that played games and did the typical streamer gig. That girl is a-

A cute girl that was so drunk, he was almost passed out.

Leaned over the counter, fingers tracing a lipstick stained glass as grey eyes struggled to focus on what was right in front of them. Lights pulsed as a body leaned against someone much much taller. My type. “I don’t wanna be alone...” Were they talking before this? Whatever, it didn’t matter. Beneath the thundering bass, the sirens song of company. Just barely making out the features of the one he’s latched so firmly onto. “Let’s go.”

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“So let’s say you’re okay with your lips around a cock But you still can’t wrap your mind around the final moneyshot Don’t give up! If the nut is what truly makes it foul Then just get him close to busting and hand him a paper towel (Yup!) No gravy on your chin! (Yup!) Everybody wins!”