#HEHE I LOVE NESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[zumicho]

FROYAOYA FACE REVEAL!!! here are genuine, real pictures of me as I read ness’ reblogs!!!!

did u get clickbaited did it work. or is readbaited the word

[archangeldyke-all]

good afternoon gorgeous!!

how about some royal sev and knight reader smut for lunch?

perhaps some jealous/ possessive sev for dessert?

GOD i love this. (lets do both and call it lessert)

men and minors dni

though she's lived here for years and the nation would fall apart without her-- sevika technically isn't royalty in zaun.

her royal blood comes from her father-- a king on the other side of the world who decided to send his trouble making daughter to be an advisor in a far land before she could cause him any controversies that would cost him the crown.

sevika loves this fact. she loves that she doesn't have to follow royal customs in zaun, that she's free to skip social balls and honorary dinners with no consequences, that she can dress in simple garments rather than the intricate traditional wear of a princess.

what she likes best is that she can leave the palace whenever she wants. sure, she takes you with her most of the times she sneaks out-- but that's not for security. that's just 'cause she likes you.

but tonight, sevika's starting to wish her power were a little more recognizable.

she's sitting in a dingy tavern, sipping on ale and waiting for you to come back with fresh drinks, and she starts getting antsy when you don't come back within ten minutes.

it's a busy night at the bar, sure, but nowhere near busy enough for you to be taking this long for just two more beers.

she peeks out of the little nook your table's in, and her stomach sinks.

there's a woman at the bar. touching you.

you don't look particularly happy about it, protectively holding your beers to your chest as you back toward the far wall.

the woman's not letting up. she reaches out, trailing her finger over the armband you always wear when you're out of uniform so people know you're a knight in case there's an emergency.

"a woman knight? i didn't know his highness was so... progressive..." the woman purrs.

you shrug, trying to squirm away from her touch. "silco's the most progressive king we've had in centuries, miss, you should read the paper more oft--"

"and you're a reader." she smirks. "i love a woman who's well read."

"i'm not--"

"'scuse me." sevika cuts in.

you nearly shit yourself, both in relief and worry.

sevika's... clingy, when it comes to you. ran calls it possessive. you don't mind it-- in fact, you love it-- but you're worried she might think you were encouraging it tonight.

"sev i wasn't--"

"who the fuck are you?" the woman between you and your wife asks, turning around with a scowl.

something protective and possessive settles inside of you, and you let out a low growl. "sorry?" you ask.

the woman turns back around to look at you. "you know her or something?"

sevika just watches in amusement as your protectiveness overshadows her possessive mood.

"do i kn-- she's a princess!" you shout, flailing your hand out at your wife. "you're lucky she's a kind one, because i could arrest you and have you hanged for the way you just spoke to her!" you shove past the woman, grabbing sevika's hand. "c'mon baby." you mutter, shoving out of the tavern, throwing a few coins over your shoulder as you go.

sevika's cackling as you storm out into the cool night air, and she gently tugs you down an alley with a hand on your shoulder.

you pout up at her, your eyes wide and worried. "i'm sorry sev, i didn--" she cuts you off with her lips on yours, pushing you against the brick wall with her hands on your hips as she licks into your mouth. "sev!" you gasp.

she laughs against your mouth, shoving her thigh between your legs. "you're mine." she growls.

you giggle as she starts to nibble your neck. "y-yeah, that's what i was tryna tell y-you."

sevika hums against your throat, pulling away from the hickey she was sucking into your neck to kiss you again, much sweeter this time. "i know. don't worry, baby, i know. it just drives me fuckin' crazy that everybody else doesn't." she whines as she starts humping against your own thigh.

"y-you're the one w-who didn't wanna royal wedd-ah!" you whine when sevika returns to her hickey. "everybody'd know i'm yours if we had t-that dumbass parade."

sevika giggles, remembering the parade the king had tried to force on the pair of you when he learned of your engagement. "fuck that. i got a better way for 'em to figure it out." she whispers as she shoves her hand down the front of your pants. you gasp, and sevika whines, hanging her head to rest on your shoulder when she feels how wet you are.

"s-sev--"

"that's right." she grunts. "tell 'em all who you belong to."

you claw at her arms, groaning as she shoves her fingers inside you, pressing against your g-spot. "sevika--" you whine.

"louder." she demands, biting your shoulder.

"sevika!" you squeal.

"cum on my fuckin' fingers, baby, then i'll take you home 'n we can wake up the palace." she chuckles.

one of the benefits of being a princess' wife is that you won't get in trouble for anything. and so, despite the fact that there are people drunkenly stumbling out of the tavern you're pressed against and horse-drawn carriages running down the road, you give sevika what she wants.

she's your princess, after all. her wish is your command.

"s-sevika! fuck, baby, you fuck me so fuckin' good, shit, princess, you're gonna make me cum!" you wail as you fall apart on her fingers.

sevika groans, her teeth breaking your flesh as she fucks you through your orgasm and cums in her own pants from your words. you giggle as you come down from your high, gently kissing your wife's temple. a few whispers and giggles from the mouth of the alley make you and sevika both look up: a gaggle of drunken girls scream and scramble when they make eye contact with princess sevika and her royal consort.

you snort. "we're gonna be in all the gossip rags now."

"'s not the first time. we'll be fine." sevika giggles.

you grin and kiss her again. "you wanna take me back to the palace now, or do you need me to make you cum in front of some village girls?"

sevika just laughs, then turns around and heads toward the palace. you cackle as she waves over her shoulder for you to follow her.

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[bnesszai]

No.8 + Zoro with any character(s) for the domestic prompt?

[I know the prompts are more romantic leaning but you could do platonic since its zoro...]

hi Acid. it's gonna be qpr zolu for me<3

"Zoro," something pokes at his forehead, right between his eyebrows. "Ne, Zoro. Zooorrrooooo~" Grumbling, Zoro swats Luffy's hand away. "I'm trying to nap." "But look!" Unable to say no to Luffy, ever, Zoro peels his eyes open. Luffy is there, crouched in front of him with a beaming smile on his face. It hurts to look at. "I made this for you!" And then Luffy is shoving the most hideous-looking paper mache creature that Zoro has ever seen. From behind Luffy, Zoro can see Nami and Usopp spying on them, giggling into their hands. He barely suppresses a sigh. "Can you tell what it is?" No, Zoro thinks, but he can see the excitement in Luffy's eyes, feel it in the air that vibrates around him, so he can't say that. The mass in front of him is indistinguishable, but Luffy is predictable. At least, he is to Zoro. "Is it your Hercules Beetle?" Somehow, defying any laws of any subject known to any person, Luffy's grin grows. It's brighter than any sun. "Yeah! Do you like him?" Zoro feels himself smile softly in return, grabbing the mangled mess from Luffy's hands. "Of course." And if Zoro keeps the beetle on his nightstand, that's between Zoro and the only god he believes in.

Prompts:3

[shewaslikeasunflower]

I saw ur Lucas flower au and I was wondering if I am allowed to do nesscas with it? its ok if no I just thought it was really cool and I didn't wanna make it weird for u

YES THATS PERFECTLY FINE!! In fact i actually have some of @claus-trophobe’s winged ness au ship art with my flower lucas haha

so dw about it!! completely nesscas allowed 🥺💕

[wolfylch]

[space-was-an-artistic-mistake]

If you can't tell I finished hfjONE recently XD, binged it all in one (hehe) night, sketched this, and promptly passed out. So have this finished piece about my feelings towards the ending with my Liam gijinka!

Sketch, Text-less, and alt versions under the cut! (there's quite a few)

Plus just the line art!

[sysig]

But would you tho (Patreon)

[bakery-anon]

Taking a break from polling to yap about @causenessus.

Ness I love you <333 she’s literally the nicest person I’ve ever interacted with. She listens to my rambles and replies to each and every one of them and I can’t say how much I appreciate her for that. I love all of her rambles too, it makes me really happy when she sends them to me. I love getting messages from my moots!

Her writing style has a whimsy to it. I don’t really know how to explain it. It’s so fun and lively (phone corrected that to lovely and I agree. It’s very lovely). Like every sentence feels alive and the story feels like it’s alive. Like I could walk down the street and meet a character from one of her stories because all of the characters seem so real. Ness, I love your characterization. I think it’s my favorite part of reading the things you write.

My personal favorite story of her’s -> Love Notes, but I love what I’ve read of Try Again as well.

I love all the character interactions and the dialogue and the thoughts each character has. It’s very clear that you put a lot of love into everything you make and I’m very excited for these next stories no matter who wins the poll. Thank you for being my friend.

-love bug <3 🍪

[lil-cat-wizard]

finally convinced my roommates to watch me play earthbound <3

[seiwas]

hi hi! just dropping be blessed by your thoughts ✏️!!

also — your writing makes me think of thoughtful prose written with a fountain pen and reading it under candlelight. + of hushed “i love you’s” and stolen glances in crowded rooms. + it makes me think of comfort and security + of how love grows like ivy, slowly engulfing someone’s entire being (col!!)

augustine!! 🥺 thank you for playing 🤍

your writing reminds me of:

🥘🛋️🌳💌

coming home to freshly cooked meals, scent wafting through through the door; lazy sundays on the couch, blanket thrown over; sunshine during walks along the park; an old friend, one you always want to see again.

&

omg 🥺 ur description augustine i am !! so flattered and touched !! u put it so beautifully !!! thank you thank you thank you !! i am keeping that in my heart forever 😭 how love grows like ivy omfG heLp & stolen glances across the room (im a sucker for that!!) aaah

send me a ✏️ and i’ll tell you what ~~vibe i get from your writing! (alternatively, you can also tell me what vibe you get from mine!)

[zumicho]

ree i'm back to talk about wdo i'm so sorry 😭😭 I just wanted to tell you even thinking about it now still makes my heart hurt and I just think that the way you wrote it,, it's like liminal nolstalgia?? idk how to say it but everything in wdo just feels like looking back on a time that no longer exists. and I think that's probably what you were going for since it's all about memories (I WAS THINKING ABOUT THE RIGHT PERSON WRONG TIME THING WHILE WORKING AND I ALMOST TEARED UP I SWEAR I'M NOT USUALLY EMOTIONAL MY TEARDUCTS DON'T WORK BUT WDO IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME) but you really hit the head on the nail (is that the saying??? is it nail on the head 😭😭😭 i'm so sorry) with that. like I'm trying to outline love notes and i'm always thinking "man how can I make tsumu and samu as funny as ree did" BUT EVERYTIME I THINK ABOUT WDO MY MIND ALWAYS SEES ALL THE IMAGES IN GRAY LIKE IT'S FROM A TIME LONG AGO THAT'S ALREADY PASSED AND I'VE ALREADY SAID THAT but omg you're just so talented ‼️‼️‼️ you're amazing you're so cool i love everything you write i'm excited for your new smau I hope you're doing good and i'm sorry for my very long message!!!

my favorite thing about writing is that there’s no interpretation that will ever be the same !! I love ur take on it sm ,, THE GRAY ???? lowk just gave me inspo….

I honestly don’t really write with intention if u get what I mean 😭 I just decide if it’s a happy ending or not at the beginning and let it flow lol

u made me sound so much more artistic tho thank u for that /pos

ngl I base alot of the humor / conversations in my smaus off of real convos I’ve had IM SURE UR VERSION OF THE MIYA TWINS IS GONNA BE JUST AS FUNNY !!! IF NOT FUNNIER !!!!

I can’t wait to meet ur version of suna <3

[emphistic]

What is Love?

Picking Yuuji up from school was not a rare occurrence. On the other hand, picking Yuuji up from school while accompanied by Sukuna was a rare occurrence.

Kids are flocking to you like birds, asking if you were Yuuji's mom, and who that creepy man next to you was — this all reminded said creepy man about why this was a rare occurrence, and how it should stay one.

The final straw for Sukuna snaps when a little boy, probably around Yuuji's age, approaches you with his hands behind his back. "Hi, you are very pretty. Can I be your boyfriend?"

You looked a bit taken aback, before remembering this was a kid talking to you, and kids could be quite . . . odd. "Um, thank you! You are very sweet, but, I already have a boyfriend."

Sukuna smirks to himself, a smug expression painted on his face.

"That's okay. I have two girlfriends; you can have two boyfriends," the kid giggled. "He doesn't have to know."

At this, Sukuna glares at the little boy, fully prepared and ready to beat him up, but he halted, as you placed a coaxing hand on his arm.

"Umm—"

"Here!" The boy shoved a daffodil into your hands, it was covered in dirt and had a few missing pedals.

"Oh! This is—"

"I picked it up from over there," he pointed a little finger across the school. "It's pretty. And you're pretty. So it's for you! Hehe, pretty flower for pretty lady."

Just then, Yuuji came running out of the school's doors — backpack aggressively shaking and threatening to fall off of his little arms — and into your arms, well . . . legs actually. But he demanded to be in your arms.

"Up! Up!"

"Okay, Yuuji." You hoisted him up and he immediately went to bury his face into your neck, calming down from his hyper-ness when he breathed in your perfume.

"How was school, baby?"

"It was so fun! I missed you though." You felt Yuuji frown in your neck.

"Aww, well I'm here now. Let's go home, kay? Then we can make up for the time you missed me, how about that?" You rubbed Yuuji's back.

"Okay!"

Unfortunately for the other boy that was still staring up at you — and now Yuuji, too — he was long forgotten by you. Your full attention now on Yuuji.

When the pink-haired kid is finally in the car, after wrestling to not be strapped down by the seatbelt, he immediately goes to working on an assignment. Strange, you thought, looking back at him through the rear-view mirror. Yuuji hates homework.

This continues when you three get back to the apartment. Yuuji immediately slips off his shoes and takes off to his bedroom, assignment and pencil pouch in hand.

You turn to looked at Sukuna, "I thought he wanted to play first?"

Sukuna shrugged, not knowing what his brother was up to, "He's a weirdo, you know that."

You frowned, "I'm bored."

"I know a way to pass the time."

An hour later, you exit your shared bedroom — planning to start on dinner — just to find notes and drawings all over the apartment. On the floor, in the potted plants, on the coffee table, shoved in crevices on the couch, everywhere.

Picking up a few piece of paper, you find yourself reading:

"Deer Y/N,

You are so nise to me.

You are very good at macking food.

I love you!"

"You are so amazing!"

"I love you so mutch!"

"Y/N is good and nise and prety."

Some drawings even depicted you and Yuuji holding hands.

While eating dinner, you decided to question a very smiley and giggling Yuuji, to find out that he had an assignment to show his appreciation to someone he loved.

Most of the notes were only directed to you, but some of the drawings had Sukuna too. The rest of the evening, Yuuji spent telling you and Sukuna how much he loved you guys. Quietly, and going unnoticed by Yuuji and you, Sukuna reciprocated his brother's affection.

A/N: loosely based on this ask — this was supposed to be wayyyy shorter, but i got a bit carried away

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[bnesszai]

uhhh how about tecchou & jouno + judgement? (you can make it platonic or romantic... i always forget their ship name lol)

orrrrrrr (bc i like giving ✨options✨)

kunichuuzai + safe

I can never remember their ship name either fosbfknskx

"Stop judging me."

Jouno feels his eye twitch. "Stop eating the egg that way."

"If it wasn't meant to be consumed this way, why was it made this way?"

"Because!" Jouno doesn't have a solid answer for Tecchou's question. The answer boils down to common sense but Tecchou has never seemed to have a shred of that. Jouno sighs. "Because sometimes you have to work a little harder for the good stuff."

Jouno can't see it, but something in the air shifts and he can imagine a smirk growing on Tecchou's mouth.

"I think I've worked plenty hard."

"Fucks sake."

Tecchou scoots closer. "Do I not deserve a reward?"

"You disgust me. Please remove yourself from my presence."

Instead, Tecchou presses closer, fingers ghosting his arm. "I would never do something to make your life easier."

Something crawls up Jouno's throat, sickly sweet. He tries to swallow it down, but the increase in his heart rate makes it difficult to do much of anything but choke on it. He grabs Tecchou's chin instead.

"Do the hard work, and maybe I'll show you the good stuff."

~

Dazai has spent their entire life at war with everything.

The world, themself, the people walking around, emotions that crawl up their throat, and touch that sends their skin crawling. Danger was at every corner. It lived within themself and every single piece of the world around them. Living in the shipping container was a means of solitude, a means of escape. It meant that they were alone, without prying eyes or wandering hands or anything that might make them feel.

Death they fought with the most, solely because death refused to come to them.

"Oi, idiot," Chuuya says, snapping Dazai out of their thoughts. "Whatever you're thinking about, stop."

Dazai grins. "I was thinking about how fun it would be to send the Mafia a bomb threat but have it merely be a confetti bomb planted on your desk."

"You piece of shit."

"Dazai, please stop riling Chuuya up," Kunikida sighs.

Pouting, Dazai flops over Kunikida's lap. "But it would be so fun. I can imagine Mori's face."

"Look at my fave instead," Kunikida says, and then seems to realize. His face flushes and he tries to push Dazai away.

"What a wonderful idea," Chuuya says, draping themself over the back of the couch. Their fingers brush against Dazai's cheek and Dazai leans into the touch.

"Yeah," Dazai agrees, grabbing Kunikida's hands. "Let me admire you."

"Don't--"

Kunikida doesn't get to finish his thought before Dazai lunges forward, kissing his cheeks, forehead, nose, eyes, every inch of his face.

"My turn," Chuuya says, but surprises Dazai by gripping their face and peppering them in kisses.

A mere five years ago, Dazai would have never let themself truly laugh or be held or touch anyone else with any sort of gentleness.

Now, Dazai giggles, safe and warm under the hands of their partners.

[fennthetalkingdog]

Oh my god Cats.

Okay, so I technically found this musical about two years ago? I found an almost hour long video talking about how bad the production process of the movie was one day when I was feeling sick and so I checked out the songs and the musical and got obsessed with it. I remember watching the movie for Christmas as a little present to myself (oh my god it was bad), so this was probably around the end of 2022? But yeah, I definitely liked it because of my nonhumanity, but that connection was much stronger with the movie instead of the musical. I mainly liked the songs and story of the musical, but I think the movie being so not great concentrated its appeal to me into two boxes: the "costumes" and the movements.

I know the "costumes" weren't really costumes—more like a CGI covering of the actors—but I'd already been exposed to furry art for years at that point so it hadn't phased me too much, and anyway they fascinated me in the same way furry art does. The way the actors just straight up looked like a weird mesh between cat and human tickled both the artist and the nonhuman parts of my brain real strongly, and I loved watching how their tails and ears moved around (the artist part of me loved studying them for animation reference and the nonhuman part just wished that were me LOL). And the way the actors tended to move around slowly and deliberately, more catlike than completely human, sold the image too. Those were things I liked about the musical, but for that I could eventually turn my brain off and get swept watching the actual thing. The movie was so iffy that some of the few redeeming qualities were the costumes and movements, so it was just a sandbox for the nonhuman part of me to go, "That would be me if I were cat!!! >:O" on the downlow, basically. But yeah, I absolutely love Cats the musical and Cats the movie is totally a guilty pleasure of mine (in small doses) and that's completely because of my nonhumanity.

[taesanluv3r]

latte art

kim leehan x reader

sort of love at first sight? barista!leehan improves his latte art just for his very first customer <3 those concept pics possessed me to write this hehe. super cutesy, i love u leehan! lowercase intended. pls excuse any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors! enjoyyyy

wc: 2,008

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ding!

the bell above the door rang as it squeaked opened, alerting the handsome barista that was busy setting up his fancy coffee machines for the opening of his tiny café. kim leehan looked up, eyes widening at the figure that turned around to reveal itself- or rather, herself. the most beautiful girl the boy had ever seen in his entire life that would become his very first customer.

"uh...? hello?"

he must've been too into his head, not realizing that the pretty lady had moved from near the door over to stand right in front of him at the register. "huh? oh! hi! um...what can i- uh" he didn't ever expect to stutter this way- especially not when he had already went through every friendly barista greeting the night before this grand opening, but the boy couldn't help it. not when the very first person to enter the shop was this stupidly gorgeous stranger in front of him.

leehan sighs, "i'm so sorry...today's the opening of this place and you're the first customer so..." she giggles, "no worries...i get it" they share a smile. "would you totally hate me if i asked you to walk out and back in again so we can restart this?" he asks, smiling until his eyes formed crescent shapes. the girl laughs, "if you insist"

the scene replays all over again. this time, he was ready to greet her with a friendly smile as she re-entered the café. "hi there! welcome to kim's coffee. what can i get for ya?" the stranger couldn't stop the giggle from escaping her lips, finding the cute barista's sudden bubbly-ness amusing. "hm..." she begins, fingers against her chin as she looked up at the menu on the wall. "well...uh, leehan..." the girl trails off, learning his name from the tag pinned onto his apron. "what do you recommend?"

the way his name fell out naturally from her mouth sent about a gazillion butterflies to roam free in his stomach, a light pink blush brushing against his pale cheeks. "well uh..." he almost stuttered again from the sudden shyness but quickly straightened his back and regained his almost cocky confidence. "for a pretty girl like you...how 'bout our signature cappuccino? i could do some incredible latte art too" she widens her eyes, shocked by the compliment. "incredible latte art you say? i'll be the judge of that" leehan grins at her playful personality. "iced or hot?" he asks, beginning to click on the buttons displayed on the screen of the register. "hot, please"

"alright...one hot cappuccino for...?"

"yn!" - "one hot cappuccino for yn coming right up!"

yn nods, watching as he retreated to his coffee machines before she allowed herself to explore the café. it was a relatively small place- but the pretty blue paint on the walls made the space feel a little bigger. "you must be really into fishes..." she says, staring at the framed paintings of all kinds of sea-life and spotting the tank filled with fish over at the corner near the bathroom. the barista guy laughs, "yeah...if i weren't a barista i'd be underwater scuba-diving right now" she nods along with his words, finally taking a seat on one of the chairs at the bar-styled table, giving her the clearest view of the working boy.

"so why open a café?'' she asked, revealing to the boy her curious personality. "it's fun!" he says, his voice a little louder now to overpower the buzzing noise from the milk frother. "and..." he said, mindlessly pouring the fluffy milk into the coffee. "there's a possibility i get to meet pretty girls like you" she rolls her eyes at his comment, watching as he adds finishing touches to the coffee.

"et voila, one cappuccino for yn~ enjoy"

the girl chuckles lightly when he dramatically bows, placing the cup of coffee on the table right in front of her. his head that faces the floor lifts up quickly when he hears her breaking out into a fit of laughter. leehan looks up confused, eyebrows furrowing and head tilting off to the side. "so much for incredible latte art..." yn says, still in between catching her breath. he's still confused, but one look down at his creation was enough to understand the girl's reaction.

"ah..." the boy sighs, looking disappointingly at the lame excuse for latte art he had poured into the cup. "i mean what were you going for here? a...an alien?!" the girl exclaimed, causing herself to giggle all over again. he rolls his eyes playfully, "i was actually going for a rose...but i see where you got alien from..." he clicks his tongue, "guess that's something i still need to work on" yn agrees with him, "but try it, as long as it tastes good..." he watches in anticipation as the girl brings the cup to her lips, blowing on the hot beverage slightly before taking a sip. her eyes widen, "oh my god..." leehan is nervous, "what? is it bad?" she shakes her head hastily. "no, no! not at all! this is the best cappuccino i've ever had ever! like seriously"

yn's comments make him sigh in relief, pressing a hand over his chest. "oh thank god...i thought you were gonna bully me like you did my latte art" she laughs, "it wasn't bullying...think of it as harsh feedback!" the sweet smile on her face contradicted the sharp words that she said, it intrigued the barista boy...there was something about her he just seemed to really like- apart from how pretty she was.

a couple minutes went by and soon the cup of coffee was empty. "thank you for the yummy coffee, how much do i owe you?" yn asks, rummaging through her purse in search of her wallet. leehan shook his head, "no! in honor of being my first customer, it's on me" she furrowed her eyebrows, "don't be silly! c'mon give me a price" but he only shook his head once more, "nope! think of it as compensation...for the underwhelming latte art" she sighs, giving up on arguing with the handsome barista. ''if you come again tomorrow though, i'll let you pay~" his smile made her insides melt like chocolate, and she sighs. "sounds good..." she trails off, beginning to get off the chair and closer to the exit. before she leaves she turns to look at him once more.

"better show me that incredible latte art you keep boasting about though!" he laughs, "trust me...i'll be up all night perfecting it...just for you"

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sure enough, the barista boy kept his word. the next morning rolled around and the boy begins to tiredly opened up his shop. slight dark circles evident under his eyes from the sleepless night he spent frothing milk at home and endlessly pouring them into cups of coffee. with a little more trial and error, and about a dozen more cappuccinos later, he finally perfected the art. the girl kept her promise as well, waking up bright and early so she could get dressed and head straight to the brand new coffee shop.

ding!

a feeling of deja vu washed over him at the familiar noise of the doorbell. "look who it is!" leehan cheered, clapping his hands together as the girl he was expecting entered the shop. yn smiled, "i expect you have perfected that latte art?" he nods, "well i promised you, didn't i?" she giggles, "ah yes...if i recall...just for me, right?" the girl teased, repeating the pretty words he had told her the other day. the boy blushes softly, scratching the back of his head.

"why don't you take a seat? one hot cappuccino with incredible latte art for the beautiful yn, coming right up!"

just like the previous day, the girl sits at the bar. patiently waiting for the barista to do his job. this time she notices the droplet of sweat that formed to the side of his forehead, his eyes narrowed like a hawk as he stared at the liquid he was pouring into the cup. "wait!" he suddenly says, frantically stopping himself and turning to his one and only customer. "what?" she asked, just as frantic as he was. "can you like not look at me while i do this...it makes me nervous" yn opens her mouth in shock, rolling her eyes once before she turned around in her seat, her back now facing him.

"okay..." she heard him whisper to himself, assuming he had finally begun pouring the frothed milk into a design on her coffee. then the girl hears him let out a breath, followed by his footsteps and a clink of a cup meeting the surface of the bar-like table. leehan clears his throat before beginning to speak.

"a hot cappuccino with improved latte art, for one pretty lady"

yn took his words as a signal to turn back around. honestly the girl had kept her expectations low, not really believing that anyone could perfect such art overnight. however, a look of pure surprise washed over her complexion as the cup of coffee came into sight. it was perfect. the foam in a clear rose shape, totally different from the alien-looking image she saw just the other day.

"what did i tell ya? perfect, right?" leehan grins widely, overly proud of his professional talent. he watches in amusement as his customer nods, "wow...this is amazing, leehan!" yn exclaims, pulling out her phone from her bag and snapping a couple pictures before she had to ruin it to drink. "and..." she begins, taking a sip out of the drink. "still delicious!" the barista smiles happily at her satisfaction.

"no but seriously, how did you manage to perfect it overnight?! you a wizard or something?" yn asks, editing the picture she had taken so she could upload it on her instagram story. leehan giggles, listening to her talk as he cleaned up his station in case other customers began showing up. "i'm starting to think you've always been good and just messed it up yesterday on purpose so you could get me to come back here" she states, making up scenarios for the boy's sudden perfection. he turns to her with a smirk, "and what if i did?" his teasing question makes her ponder for a moment before she displayed a similar smirk on her lips.

"well then it worked, didn't it?"

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"so how much do i owe you? you promised i could pay if i came back today" yn spoke, her wallet already prepared in the palm of her hand. "fine, it's $4.99" leehan says, pressing on a couple buttons on the screen. "okay, here...sorry, i don't have any small change right now" the girl pouted, handing him a $20 bill. "no worries..." he replied, opening up the cash register to collect her change. "oh shit....looks like there is a worry, i don't have change either..." the girl's eyes widen, "oh no!" she frowns, "what should we do?" they both look up for a minute, trying to come up with a solution. she could tell he thought of something when a cheeky grin takes over his face.

"say..." leehan begins, handing the $20 bill back to her. "you keep this...and you can just give me your number instead! pay me for the coffee at our date this weekend" the barista's sneaky solution surprises her once again. yn rolls her eyes, "now i'm really convinced that everything you do is a rouse to see me again" but her actions contradict the uninterested tone of her voice as she steals the pen from the pocket of his apron, grabbing a piece of tissue and beginning to jot down her digits.

"there...you better call me" he nods happily as he retrieves the tissue from her hands. "i promise, and you know i always keep my word" she giggles, "just for me though, right?" yn asks one last time before making her way over to the door. and right before she leaves leehan replies,

"just for you"

the end.

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AAAAAAH i loved writing this fic sm :3 also i luv barista leehan LIKE THOSE PICS FROM YESTERDAY #needthat 🤤 also cant wait for this comeback heehehsgegehhe i hope u guys liked this! reblogs and feedback r greatly appreciated as always. tysm for reading! love, kona.

[lesbikaiser]

I love ur writing so much maybe even more than I love ness 😸😸 could you do ness w/ a biting kink?? I just know he'd probably be so possessive and want to put his mark all over you so everyone knows you're his hehe TYSM if u do it ilyy

hii babe! im glad you like it that much omg! ofc i can, i loooove the concept of jealous ness because it's so him to be like that! really hope you like this one <3

cw for a bit of blood!

ness' lips feel hot against your neck, his tongue licking down the column of your throat as sharp teeth drag against your flesh, teasing to mark your immaculate skin. his hands clutch the fabric of your clothing tight enough to get to your waist, it's probably bruising your sides but you don't seem to care when his hips are literally pounding into you, cock dragging on your sensitive walls and each thrust reaching a particularly pleasurable spot that has your eyelids fluttering shut and moans getting higher.

your sounds mix with ness' desperate whimpers right in your ear, his fluffy hair tickles your chin and the smell of his shampoo fills your senses, it's so sickeningly sweet – just like him. you shove your face into his locks when his dick reaches deeper, tip hitting harder against your g-spot and making you bite back a whine of his name. but he hears it, and it almost makes him cum.

your cunt feels incredible around him, wet, tight and warm, clamping down on his dick in a vice grip and sucking him in every time he pulls out, it nearly makes him forget what got him to bring you to the lockers and fuck you right on the sink.

keyword: nearly. he can't forget it though, how you showed up at his practice looking prettier than usual – he didn't think it was even possible. a sweet smile tugging at your lips as you waved your hand towards him, showing the bag he forgot when leaving your shared apartment and he swore your orbs were sparkling, hair silkier than how he remembered and skin glowing under the sunlight in a way he could get blind if he stared for too long – and he was ready to risk it because you looked exceptional. he couldn't take his eyes off your figure bouncing towards the benches, and it would be a perfect memory if he hadn't noticed how all of his teammates were suddenly too interested, beyond the acceptable for just being curious about the intruder.

no, they were all gawking at you, seated prettily and waiting for him to go talk to you.

that's why he interrupted practice, excusing himself from the field and running towards where you were patiently sitting, he could feel his colleagues' gaze piercing holes at his back as he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him, guiding your confused self into the lockers and glueing his lips to yours as soon you both got in.

he needs them to know you're already taken, needs it to be as clear as day that he's your boyfriend and you're the happiest with him.

he moves away from your neck, watching your glossy eyes and swollen, slightly parted lips with your tongue lolling out, you are so fucked out already, quiet whimpers leaving you as you try in vain to hold back, brows furrowed as you stare back at him. shit, how is he supposed to control himself when you look so pretty, so hot while getting railed?

and he's the only one who can get you like this. no one other than himself is able to satisfy you the way he does, and no one will ever get to love you the way he loves you.

with his fingers wrapping around one of your knees, he pushes your leg further open, drilling his cock inside your hole faster – harder, ripping a loud moan out of you as you bring your hand to cover your mouth, trying your best to stay quiet. the helpless glare you give him is enough to drive him insane, doe eyes silently pleading him to have mercy on you because the others might just hear it with how loud you both are being, the sounds of skin slapping against skin, his whimpers and your whines bouncing off the walls and echoing through the tiles.

but he needs to make it clear what you two are doing right now, and if he can't have them hearing, they'll surely see the evidences of it on you.

"they were all–ngh! all ogling you... filthy bastards, gotta make sure they know you're mine." circling your waist with his free arm, he brings your body even closer to his – it that's even possible. kissing down from your cheek to your jaw, then reaching your neck, he sucks a bruise right on your collarbone, where he knows your shirt won't cover and it's gonna catch the attention of whoever looks at you – anyone will know you're taken at first sight. you whine at the feeling, nails scratching his nape and ness thinks he might just cum on the spot – you're marking him too.

he doesn't stop at just one hickey, painting your neck red and purple from your jaw to your shoulders, tongue licking at every new mark to soothe your fragile skin, and with each one he can feel you clenching tighter and tighter around him, your inner thighs getting slippery with the amount of slick your sloppy cunt is gushing out, soaking his dick, pelvis and even the sink you're sitting on.

he knows you're about to cum anytime, and so is he. letting go of your knee, he brings his fingers to your neglected clit, rubbing the soft pad of his thumb against it and the moan you let out is simply insane, how you call his name so desperately as you seek your high – and he knows he's the only thing in your clouded mind.

you're his, and his only, and the way your throw your head back, presenting your bruised neck for him – he knows you want him to give you everything he got. and so he does, sinking his teeth on your flesh, biting you hard enough to draw blood – the metallic taste all over his tongue, it's delicious, even more when you cry out as you cum on his dick, walls spasming around him.

"mmph– alexis!" it's all too much for him, the taste of your blood, your moan of his name and your sweet pussy gushing all over his cock and abdomen, practically milking him dry, he cums so hard his vision goes white for an instant.

still mouthing on your soft flesh, there's a comfortable silent in the room as both of you come down from your highs, panting heavily against each other and whining when ness pulls out of your spent hole. he bathes in the sight of your colorful throat, admiring like a proud artist admires their art, it takes all out him to not get hard again when he spots the bite mark right where your shoulder meets your neck.

"mine~" he licks and kisses the print of his teeth on your skin, muttering a small 'sorry' when he sees you wincing at the stinging pain. coming to look you in the eyes, he showers your cheeks with smooches, making you giggle before giving the fatest kiss on your lips, orbs practically heart-shaped when he speaks. "love you, mein schatz. won't let anyone take you away from me."

let's say, nobody dared to look at you for too long when you both showed up a few minutes later, your neck covered in purple marks and ness' nape red with scratches.