#also was burned out on art for a very long time so I barely have anything from 2023

[leopah]

The 10 year art meme but it's only Noragami

[hyperballart]

pls we need what happens after patrick finds repressed art's porn history pls pls pls 🙏🙏🙏

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they definitely don’t want to bring it up out of guilt from both sides. patrick wants art to be selfish for once, for him to take what he wants from him and let go, but that’s a wish that would be hard to come by. art is in a different headspace — he finds it difficult to sleep next to patrick for the first time in the years since they’ve started pushing their beds together (they always said they were too small but won’t admit that it’s because they like staying close.) he’s paranoid of acting on all the wet dreams he’s been having, waking up with a gasp and grinding his cock with the mattress until he runs to the bathroom and waits for it to go down.

it seems as if their overthinking paired up and cruelly manifested the present; where patrick is rudely forced awake at an ungodly hour by some rustling. he is used to art kicking the blankets off in his sleep and he’s about to pull the duvet over himself with a huff when he suddenly realizes he is actually warm — too warm, in fact. it’s then when he registers the whining, an incoherent chant coming from the body that is directly pressed behind his own.

he doesn’t move. art is asleep, but he grinds into patrick from behind, fully hard and almost piercing through his boxers. they’re not cuddlers so patrick is confused even more when he feels the tightening grip art’s arms holding him. he really is at a loss of knowing what to do, the moment his brain computed that his best friend was using him to get off from a wet dream his mind fogged and cock twitched in interest.

a particular push of art’s hips has him moaning subconsciously, he quickly shuts his mouth, but when art suddenly groans out a patrick, nnghh a louder sound escapes him. that is what jolts the blonde awake. it takes him about 30 seconds of silence to understand the scene and figure out that patrick was conscious to know as well. his face is burning and he flops on his back while he tries to say something, “oh my fucking god, i don’t know what— it’s not what it looked like,” and he can hear patrick stifle a laugh.

“are you good?” patrick sounds a lot more calm than what the situation calls for, as if he’s not leaking through his underwear. art shoots him a look even though the darkness of the bedroom conceals his expression, “sorry, lately i’ve been a little off. i haven’t really — um — you know, gotten off in a while or whatever,” he’s scrambling, “i was just having a dream, i guess — and um, you were there and i don’t know.”

patrick opens his mouth without thinking, “why are you making this weird, man, i don’t mind.” a beat of silence.

“what?”

“what i’m saying is, you’re my best friend. i’m doing you a solid,” he tries to rationalize without sounding desperate, “you just need a warm body s’all, you can keep going — it’s not like we’re technically touching each other.”

after a bit of dubious back and forth, art hesitantly brushes up against patrick’s ass and let’s out a long sigh. patrick feels him holding back and he puts a stop to it quickly, “it’s okay artie, do what feels good.”

and so, he does. the tent in his boxers is so hard and warm against patrick, he makes shallow grinds and keens when the brunet subtly arches his back to push back. “f—fuck patrick, i can’t stop , ah—“

“don’t fucking stop art, i know it feels good—hmm,” art’s hands grip the sheets to keep them from grasping at patrick. he takes a peek over his shoulder and sees his friend’s bare chest; dusted by hair and filled out with muscle. his eyes trail lower and he sees the way his stomach is sucking in deep breaths of his restrained arousal, but then he looks lower and spots that he is also very hard — the sight pushes him to a hard thrust and a whine.

the fact that he has been wanting this for a long time (even if unknowingly) makes it so much hotter. the fantasy of seeing the cocky boy he’s shared clothes and cigarettes with struggling to act unaffected — eyes shut and lip held between teeth — is quickly sending him to his end.

“patrick — i think i’m gonna —“ art can’t stop himself from letting go of the duvet and grasping on to patrick’s hips instead and making him fuck back on his cock through the fabric. “oh shit, i’m there — i’m almost there, just let me use you a little more—“

patrick himself is on the verge of coming untouched, being used activates a slutty part of himself, “c’mon keep fucking me like you mean it — ah — that’s right.” he slips in something that can be misunderstood by the boy behind him in his state of ecstasy, but will still take his breath away: “cum in me, art. i want you to.”

art squeals out a pitiful sound, almost like a sob, before he spills out against patrick. his cum is bleeding through both of their boxers and none of them seem to be alarmed by this. he leaves bruises on patricks hips while he rides out his high and melts into the mattress with his mouth panting behind his neck.

when he’s coming down and gaining consciousness he mutters three words before falling back to sleep, i’m not gay.

patrick wants to bring up his search history, but he’ll save it for another day.

[otomiyaa]

The Kiss

Dr. Ratio x Aventurine

A/N: Somehow I saw this art and a few minutes later I wrote the whole outline for this fic. P.S. I wrote this on my phone so I hope it didn't turn into a disaster lol.

Summary: No plot, just kisses and tickles... (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 1.1K

A casual fling. Friends with benefits. Body research? Maybe a test? A calculated scheme? Or... Meaningless love?

No, no. He would never use the word love.

Aventurine thought about the many ways Dr. Ratio would potentially describe what they shared. The relationship between them that kind of involved the physical activities one wouldn't just share with anyone.

He continued to stare at Ratio, specifically at his lips. Yeah. From kissing to getting handsy to, at times, even getting naked and devouring each other... As he continued to find himself in these situations once in a while, he wondered what excuses Dr. Ratio would have ready for them.

Not once did he explain himself. It often just happened. And not a word about it was spoken afterwards, even when Aventurine would try to tease him about it. If he kissed him, Ratio would kiss him back. Heck, last time it was even Ratio himself who started it.

Aventurine couldn't help but smirk and tingle with confidence. Was he that irresistible to the usually cool and collected doctor?

"Gambler. Are you even paying attention to what I am saying?" Ratio asked in an irritated tone, inviting him back to the conversation. No, apparently he was not paying attention to the work-related matter at hand.

"No," he admitted, and he strode towards Ratio. Oh how he loved to be alone with him like this, to do freely as he pleased. He grabbed him by the collar and yanked him forward, almost resulting in a headbutt. But instead of hitting his head, he captured his lips in a well aimed open mouthed tongue kiss. Random, but so very good.

Ratio's startled reaction gave him the perfect chance to kiss him long and deep, and he couldn't help but let out a huffy chuckle mid-kiss when he noticed Ratio stumbling backwards. So with both hands on his hips, Aventurine shoved him until he was with his back against the wall.

Then slamming a hand next to his head to assert dominance, Aventurine kissed him some more, his body burning with lust, adrenaline and confidence. And Ratio? Wasn't even trying to push him back but kissed him just the same. Yeah, explain that, doctor.

Then, when they finally broke apart and Aventurine granted him a moment to breathe, he smirked at him and licked his lips.

"What's wrong doctor? Did I catch you off-guard?" he asked. He stood on his toes to get some more of that when all of a sudden he was slammed with his back against the same wall he was just pinning Ratio against. Doctor had effortlessly swapped their positions and was now looking like the predator.

"You are infuriating," was all he said before he used the same method as Aventurine; he practically shoved his tongue into his mouth and quite literally sucked the life out of him.

"Hmh..." Aventurine's arms moved up and hesitated. Wrapping his arms around his neck would be considered too romantic. His hands ended up landing on his shoulders and he squeezed them roughly, digging his fingers into them and pulling Ratio even tighter against him. Ratio's hands on his own body trailed down, making him jump and tingle under his touch. They managed to expose some bare skin and as soon as those fingers touched him there...

"Hngh!" Aventurine jumped when the touch was rather specific. And again, fingers brushing against his lower sides, so he quickly tried to break off the kiss to ask Ratio what the fuck was wrong with him. But Ratio wouldn't let him. Aventurine was stuck in his kiss, and those nasty fingers started to increase their demanding touches.

It fucking tickled. Like hell. Aventurine squirmed and shook, but when it went from casual soft brushing and scratching touches to simply digging and clawing at his poor defenseless torso, he realized this was no mere accident.

"Hmmmhh stahh-hmh!" Ratio only shoved his tongue deeper into his mouth, kissing him with... passion might be the wrong word, but there was definitely a lot of determination.

His fingers climbed up and wiggled between his ribs as if they were longing to pry his body open. Instead it tickled Aventurine until giggles were starting to spill out despite the exhausting kisses.

"Rahahatio! Hah- stohohop it mahahan!" He tried to squirm and struggle free, his hands pushing at Ratio' shoulders. Then when he moved them to shove at his chest, Ratio captured both his hands with ease and pinned them above his head.

"Quiet," he demanded before kissing him further, but the damn tickling returned too, worse than ever! How could he possibly be quiet?!

"Hmmmmmmfhh!" Aventurine was on fire. Helpless to the ticklish sensations that invaded his trapped body, starting at his armpit and traveling down his ribs and side, then back up again. He arched his back and struggled, moaned and let out muffled cries and giggles. None that convinced the doctor that this kiss of death and tickles was in fact killing him.

He felt even more helpless when Ratio released his arms again and it didn't change anything. He was only tickled with both hands, fiercer and more ticklish than he had experienced before. He shook on his legs and eventually fell down. The humiliation and disgrace were nothing compared to the tickle attack that followed. No more kissing, just Dr. Ratio and his ten cursed fingers that knew exactly where to get Aventurine to leave him cackling and squealing.

"Stahah-ahahahah nohoho! You're sohoho- wahhhahhah!"

"Speak full sentences," was Ratio's cold reply. His actions were anything but cold though. His wiggling and digging fingers left Aventurine burning. His throat was equally on fire from the amount of laughter it had to endure.

"I cahahan't breheheathe! Rahahatio!" Tears rolled down his warm cheeks. He curled up but was just as easily uncurled again, with one of Ratio's hands on his thigh, digging and squeezing him to not miss a single opportunity of tickling him. Ratio's other hand used its damned fingers to spider at his helpless tummy.

"Plehehehease Rahahatio what thehehe hehehell!" Aventurine laughed breathlessly. It felt as if Ratio would never stop. But then finally, when there was nothing Aventurine could do except moan and whine in a miserable heap on the floor, Ratio got back up.

"What's wrong, gambler? Did I catch you off-guard?" he asked, firing Aventurine's very own words right back at him.

"We'll continue our meeting next time," he added before leaving Aventurine just like that. Hot, tired and messy on the floor. Damn.

Geez. What a petty doctor. Why did he always have to be the better person? Aventurine wiped his burning lips and squirmed as the tingling sensation still dominated his body even now.

... "Just you wait, Ratio..." he mumbled to himself with a smirk. Looked like he needed to up his game next time...!

[genshin-impact-unofficial]

Naughty Little Secret Pt.2

Reactions of Genshin men finding your spicy literature.

Ft. Childe, Albedo, and Alhaitham  (Aka blue eyed boy edition)

(PART 1) Ft. Diluc, Cyno, and Thoma  (PART 3) Ft. Scaramouche, Itto, and Xiao

Tags: PG-13, Sexual Themes, GN!Reader, Technically SFW, Crushes, TW!Blood (Albedo) but it’s very mild, LOTS OF TEASING Notes: I swear my first time writing a character always turns out so long. I so appreciate everyone cheering me on tho! Feel free to send suggestions to my inbox! 💘(Repost!)

Childe

Spicy romance novels were your guilty pleasure. After a rough week at work, you deserved to sit back at Yanshang Teahouse and let the flow of words on the pages guide your imagination. You held your newest purchase in your hand and pondered if the cover art was a coincidence. Perhaps deep down, you subconsciously picked the book with a pretty ginger boy on the cover.

Tartagalia hadn’t visited Liyue in a while... and maybe there was a part of you that missed the tall handsome Snezhnayan boy just a tiny bit. You were a tad totally heartbroken when your friend departed from the harbor. He would come by your work quite often just to chat and whenever he had time to kill. Eventually, his company and charming words just became a part of your routine. It was impossible not to be dazzled by the boy’s abundant attention. But as time passed and you felt confident that you were completely over your little crush. You shook your head of those thoughts, it wasn’t important why you chose the book you did. You were here to enjoy yourself and you were hell bound to do just that.

The orange haired protagonist finds himself swept up in trouble much bigger than himself. To protect what’s dearest to him, he becomes a spy to an organization he holds no loyalty to. While behind enemy lines, he meets a girl who sees right through the mask he puts on. She not only figures out he’s a spy, but also sees his bleeding heart that has the ability to turn for the better. Your heart ached for the boy. The way he was stuck between his duties and who he loved made you feel endless sympathy for the protag. He had to betray one in the end to accomplish the other. 

His mission was going to be completed in the morning. After that, he would never see the girl again. The handsome ginger spilled his feeling, laying himself out bare to the girl he loved. She knows, she always did, and she wanted to show him now on their last night. Emotions flood forward as their bodies tangle with one another. He wants her to feel his earnest passion.  He wants to bring her joy, to bring her the happiness she deserved, to bring her pleasure...  A low familiar whistle pulled your mind from the scene. No way...

“Huh, so this is what you do while I’m away...” A cheeky voice teased. You whipped your head to look at the widest shit eating grin that you’ve ever seen since.... well since he left.  

“Tartagalia? What- When did you?” You were reeling and sputtered in surprise and embarrassment. You attempted redirect his attention and tuck the novel behind you as a last ditch effort to save your pride. But alas, Ajax was not known to be a merciful guy.  

“Ah ah ah Y/N, I hadn’t got a good look at that last page. I just have to know about those ‘rippling abs’ mentioned.” Childe playfully reached behind you and snagged the book from your grip. You tried to swipe it back but his reflexes were too fast. “You don’t mind sharing right?”

“I’m serious give it back Childe!”  You threatened, but it only spurred him further. He had a whole head up on you, and was talking full advantage of it. Childe held the book open above you and dramatically cleared his throat before reciting naughty lines from the passages. Your felt your face burn red in both embarrassment and now absolute fury. 

This kid was so dead!

Albedo

There was urgency in your steps while you trekked through the snowy path. You visited Dragonspine enough times to know the beaten trail even when covered in fresh snow, but it was still your least favorite part of coming to the lab. If you had to list your favorite part, well...... your friend Albedo wasn’t exactly terrible to look at. You were glad to see him again so soon. Typically, you purposely spaced out your visits up the mountain, but when you received a letter asking for your assistance in a research matter you really couldn’t say no. 

As junior librarian of the knights, you were tasked with dropping off books and other study material to Albedo’s lab. It’s a grueling task but the two of you got along very well so you were always happy to do it. That being said, you weren’t exactly a person of science and opted reading into history and arts most times. Through years of knowing Albedo, you had to set a clear cut boundary on being a test rat for the alchemist. So far he has respected your wishes, so you didn’t assume it was why he’d call you out here. The curiosity was almost as bad as the blistering cold hitting your nose. As soon as the light illuminating from the lab was in view, you rushed forward desperate for warmth. 

“Y/N, I’ve been awaiting you.” Albedo greeted you kindly. 

“Hey Albe-” The words died in your throat when you caught sight of your friend. The blond’s hair was free from its usual up-do, messy locks framed the boys handsome features and flowed over his shoulders. Albedo’s neat attire was now lax, his knightly accessories nowhere to be seen. What could be seen was the expanse of the alchemist’s collarbone since two additional buttons were undone on his dress shirt. Somehow even while fully clothed, it felt indecent to witness him like this. “Is... everything alright Albedo?” You asked, averting your eyes to keep from ogling your friend. 

“Of course.” Albedo answered easily, his voice was low and sultry. “Please take a seat Y/N. I have something urgent that needs your eyes.” He directed you, cocking his head towards the small table. Your brain was short circuiting and all you could think to do was obediently sit. You had never seen the serious and calculated man like this but you weren’t exactly complaining either. Albedo served you a cup of hot tea and opted to lean against the table instead of sitting. 

“So... um what did you need me to look at.” You asked awkwardly, unsure what to do with yourself. 

“Well obviously I want you to look at me Y/N” A light smirk formed across Albedo’s lips and he smoothly leaned over your chair. Your eyes followed every single movement while your face quickly began to heat up. Where was all of this coming from? Should you be concerned? 

“W- what do you mean by that?” You blurted out, mind racing a mile a minute.

“I want you to-” Everything came to a screeching halt when your chair, that Albedo had been leaning on, began to tilt backwards. Both you and blond were sent crashing to the ground, ruining any kind of mood that was building. Your head ached from where you bumped it but Albedo intentionally took the brunt of it, completely face-planting into the hard floor. 

“Albedo are you alright??” You hovered over him. The boy simply turned to you and blinked. His stoic expression was more akin to what you typically were used to. 

“I apologize Y/N. It seems I didn’t fully grasp the concepts in the experiment before executing it. Are you hurt?” He stood up and carefully helped you to your feet. He examined you for any signs of injury, regardless of his obviously bleeding nose. 

“Im good, the chair broke most of my fall. You on the other hand...” You grabbed a handkerchief and try to assist him. “Wait... experiment? Is that what this is all about?” You accused, slightly irked. 

“Yes, I saw a fascinating book among the study material you left behind recently. I assumed that it was a new subject you had recommended for me.” Albedo stated simply. “Its contents was um... quite intimate at times, but I thought it was a interesting perspective on forming human connections.” You felt froze, but this time not from the blistering cold. 

“Did the book have um.... did it have a pair of cuffs on the front?” You asked, praying to the archons that you were mistaken.

“Yes, I studied it extensively.” Albedo replied without a hint of shame on his features.  You replayed his interactions and what had just transpired in your head and looked back over to your friend.

“Okay two things. One, don’t you dare breathe a word to anyone about that book or else I’ll be very upset with you. And two, that was fucking hilarious.” You bursted out in laughter at the absurdity of the whole happenstance. Albedo gazed back at you confused, but your amusement was undeniably infectious. He smiled fondly back at you. Although the experiment couldn’t be labeled a success, the outcome was still one he found pleasing.  

Alhaitham

It was grueling working in the Akademiya recently. The overthrow of power left everyone with plenty to do. You would go mad from attending meeting after meeting if you didn’t have some sort of stress outlet. Writing was a way you liked to ease your mind, like an escape of sorts. You loved writing loose plots for light novels and dreamed to one day send an entry to the “Wow This Novel is Amazing!” contest in Inazuma. You were far from a finished manuscript, but it’s days like these that gave you inspiration. After working through piles of paperwork, you earned yourself a moment of indulgence. Especially when stress was eating you alive, your scenes tended to take a turn for the... suggestive. 

The scene opened to the main character pondering why their mentor kept themselves at arms length. She respected him immensely and strives to uphold his reputation by improving her skill. He was young and handsome, skilled far beyond his years. They held a close bond, closer than either of them have ever experienced. Now it was unclear why he was giving her such a cold shoulder. She confronts her mentor about the reasons behind his actions. He expresses his pride in her, how she has come far in the their time together. But for her to achieve new highs, she must leave him behind. His feelings for her would only be a hindrance now. 

She felt the tension between them for some time now. It was lingered in soft bushes between fingers, meaningful glances over meals, and caring gestures done without thinking. She’s fallen for the beautiful man, to a point that it wasn’t logical. No words need to be exchanged, only body heat. Arms hold onto the other in yearning desperation. Lips hungrily meet, as if they’ll never to be sated. Her want clouds all her senses and she could feel his willingness to give her everything, all of him. Hot needy breaths trail down her body, discarding any clothes that stood barrier, until he finally put his mouth directly on- 

“Busy Y/N?” The amused man asked from the doorway. You jump in response, quickly pushing aside the parchment that you were writing on. 

“Alhaitham! What are you doing here?” You pipe up, surprised to see your friend for more than one reason. Alhaitham had been promoted to acting grand sage while the rest was still settling, he had to be incredibly busy. 

“I see you’re not very excited to see me,” Alhaitham teased, strolling casually into your office anyway. “Even after I went through the trouble of coming to grab the data reports myself and pay you a visit.” He tsked. 

“You came to see me? Ah, so you need a favor.” You playfully jabbed back, easily finding comfort in the other’s company. It really had been quite a while. If it weren’t for the man’s inflated ego, you might have told him that you’ve missed him. 

“You wound me. It’s not an oddity for colleagues reconnect reminisce while also carrying out an errand for the acting great sage.” Alhaitham replied smoothly, not bothering to go through the motions and pretend to act hurt.

“Yikes, already pulling the ‘acting great sage’ card.” You chuckle. Alhaitham and you have worked closely together for years, so you didn’t mind going out of your way to do him a favor. But maybe one day he would learn that all he had to do was ask nicely. 

“It would be foolish to not use the assets as they are presented to me.” The former scribe shrugged. He opened his mouth as if to continue the witty banter, but a beep from on his person alerted him of something. “I’ll have to brief you later. I’ll just take the data reports and be on my way.”

“Right, here it goes.” You handed him the prepared stack of papers on your desk and just like that Alhaitham was gone, off to his next endeavor. Wow he really is swamped now a days. You thought, ready to get back into your writing. Ideas kept flowing through you as you looked for the parchment you just had.... Wait it was just right here. Oh no.

-

“ALHAITHAM! I NEED THE DATA REPOR-” You barged into acting grand sage’s office, which was no easy feat. You were stopped again and again by all the matra crawling about. Your mouth ran dry when spotted the parchment in the smirking man’s hands. You wished the floor would just open up and swallow you whole so that you wouldn’t have to look at that cocky handsome face. 

“The data report? Certainly, it’s right over there on the desk.” Alhaitham stated, not bothering to take his eyes off your handwriting. “I’m still going over some of it now and I have to say, it’s quite in depth.” He went on.

“You are such a jerk! Give it!” You resorted to trying to snatch it, but the former scribe easily turned away without sparing you even a single glance. You knew what he wanted and damn did it feel like making a deal with the devil. “I’ll owe you a favor, no questions asked. Just hand it over and keep your mouth shut.” 

“Two favors.” He bargained without batting an eye.

“You’re pushing it-”

“One is for my silence and the other for the safe return of your... passion project.” Alhaitham interjected, finally tearing his eyes from your writing to shoot you a glance above the paper. You willed a stern expression onto your face, even while a furious blush bloomed cross your cheeks. A curt nod sealed the agreement and the man casually returned the parchment to you as promised. You snatched the paper from him and averted your gaze.

“Y/N you have quite the knack for imagery.” Alhaitham added slyly. You expected he would tease you a little longer, so you braced yourself for the worst. What you did’t expect was the tall man to lean over you with his hand braced on the desk. Your eyes shot up to his in surprise. “If you’re ever in need for another peer review, I’d be happy to offer my services.” He winked. 

<A/N: These men need to be stopped>

[arecaceae175]

For Want Of Rest: Ch. 4

FAN JOY JULY!

Fic Summary: Five times Sky falls asleep somewhere that isn’t a bed plus one time they all do. Or, Sky struggles to manage his disabilities, then the chain has a conversation about accessibility and accommodations.

Fan Joy July! Each chapter is inspired a few amazing art pieces of Sleepy Sky <3. There are plenty more chapters and art inspirations to come :D

Chapter Summary: Sky struggles to stay awake as the chain travels. 1.3k, angst and hurt/comfort. Also Legend decided to use she/her pronouns in this one, apparently. Good for her

Art pieces:

Sky snoozing by @narsh-poptarts Sky and Wars napping by @sraksha

My favorite thing about narsh-poptarts's art is how much the pose mimics the one in the game. Even later in life, blorbo is still the same eepy blorbo. I also think the pose is cool and it looks hard to draw!

Sraksha's art is always amazing. It's such a distinct, soft style that is perfect for two blorbos napping. I love how Warriors is smiling in the second panel. He is very proud of himself for helping his brother be comfy <3

Chapter warnings: could be read as dissociation, but is intended to be blorbo being soooo fucking tired. Also Sky continues to be an unreliable narrator with low self esteem and internalized ableism (directed towards himself, not others)

“You good, Sky?”

Sky held back a sigh and forced a small smile instead. Ever since they found him passed out beneath the tree, one of the other heroes was never far from Sky. He was glad he was used to living in close quarters on Skyloft and used to Groose’s anxious clinginess; some of the others surely would’ve snapped by now. Every time he felt frustration bubbling at his family’s overbearing concern, he had to remind himself that he was thankful they cared so much.

Legend was watching him with thinly veiled concern. Against his will, Sky’s eyes darted to the braces on Legend’s knees and the compression gloves on her hands. Sky felt the burn of shame. He could ignore the ache in his joints and the fatigue dragging him down. He didn’t want to be the one to slow down the group. 

“I can keep going,” Sky said. 

“Not what I asked.”

Sky felt the tips of his ears go pink. “I’m okay. Are you? Do you need a break?”

“If I need a break, I’ll ask for one,” Legend said pointedly, narrowing her eyes at Sky. 

Sky shrugged and turned away. A break would be nice, but he didn’t need one. The pain wasn’t unbearable yet, and he was still moving. As long as he wasn’t assigned to a watch shift tonight, and they made it to a place to stop early in the day tomorrow, it would be fine. He could handle it.

Legend’s stare weighed on Sky’s shoulder for another moment, before Sky heard her huff and stomp away. Disappointment twinged in Sky’s chest, but he couldn’t quite figure out why. His gaze went back to his feet and he tried to let himself zone out, just barely watching for hazards he could trip on. It was easier than focusing on the pain in his hips or knees or back or feet or head or the one weird, sharp twinge in his ankle— that was new, what was that about?

It must have worked, because next thing he knew, Four’s stopped feet appeared in his view. Sky barely scrambled to a stop before he ran into Four, and he still had to put a hand on Four’s shoulder to steady himself. He muttered an apology as he took a step back. Four smiled and waved it away. 

Sky glanced around. They were still in the woods— which did not make Sky want to cry, not at all. The path ahead was split into three forks. Wild, Time, and Twilight were crowded around a broken signpost trying to make sense of the directions. 

Pain slammed into him with full force. His legs were shaking minutely. Sky felt himself sway, and he desperately looked around for the nearest tree to discreetly lean against. Things always felt worse just standing. If they were going to be here for more than a few more seconds, Sky really needed to find a spot to rest. 

“Hey,” Legend said quietly. 

Sky looked at her in surprise. She inclined her head towards Sky’s left and raised her eyebrows. Sky followed her gaze and saw a tree stump partially hidden from Sky’s view. Sky felt himself sag with relief and immediately went for the stump. He collapsed on top of it with less grace than he would like to admit. Against his will, his eyes slid shut immediately. He crossed his arms and clenched his fists into the fabric of his sleeves as he breathed through the wave of pain in his hips and back with the new pressure. 

The voices of the others faded into background noise as Sky began slipping into a light doze. Sky could still hear the words, but he didn’t put much effort into processing them. Someone would get him when they needed to move again. 

A voice rose louder than the others. “Um, guys?” 

Sky startled, ever so slightly. Sky knew he should probably open his eyes to see what the problem was, but he couldn’t muster the energy. There was a span of silence.

“Is this a safe place to make camp?” 

“Fresh monster tracks.”

Another pause. The voices faded into a buzz. 

“Sky.”

Sky jolted, then winced as his back twinged. He rubbed his dry eyes. “Hm?”

Hyrule smiled apologetically and held out a hand. “We’re moving on.” 

“Oh. Okay.” Sky stifled a yawn as he took Hyrule’s offered hand and let the traveler pull him to his feet. “Thanks.”

Hyrule’s smile widened. “‘Course.”

As they started to walk again, Sky tried to focus on anything besides his body. He looked around the path and noticed a hero was missing.

“Where’s Twilight?” Sky asked. 

“Scouting ahead,” Hyrule said. His ears twitched, and wasn’t looking at Sky. If Sky had any energy, he would’ve pressed. His thoughts were too heavy for that, so Sky just hummed a reply. 

An amount of time passed. Sky didn’t know how much. Staying upright and putting one foot in front of the other was taking all his concentration. An amount of time passed, and then Twilight was jogging down the path towards them. 

“There’s a cave close. A few monsters outside, but it don’t look too deep. We can clear it,” Twilight said. 

Sky frowned. His accent was thicker than usual. That usually meant he was tired, hurt, or stressed. 

“It’s a tight fit, though,” Twilight continued. 

“We’ll split up,” Time said. “Legend?”

Legend shook his head. “I’d rather keep moving.”

“I can stay,” Warriors said.

“Um.” Sky cleared his throat. His ears pinned themselves to his head as Sky grabbed his sailcloth to fiddle with it. “I don’t think I would be the most helpful right now.”

Warriors, with clear movements in Sky’s line of sight, patted Sky’s shoulder. “We’ll stay back.”

“I’ll stay, too. I’ve got a bit of a headache,” Four said, tapping his temple lightly with one finger. 

“Come on, then. It’s close,” Twilight said. 

“Stay safe,” Warriors called as the group left. 

Sky’s eyes burned, both with forming tears and the dryness of exhaustion. He hated feeling like he let the others down. He hated being too slow. 

Sky stepped far enough to be off the path and collapsed in a heap against a rock. He curled his sailcloth around himself and let his eyes slide shut, then let his head fall against the rock. His entire body throbbed. 

“Do you need anything for the headache?” Warriors asked. 

“No, it’s not bad. More pressure than pain, really. I’ll stand watch if you want to…” Four trailed off.

Sky’s neck protested the angle with sharp pains. He huffed a watery breath of frustration and dragged an arm up to rest between his head and the rock. 

Leaves crunched as footsteps approached. 

“Sky?” Warriors asked softly. His voice was closer than Sky expected. He dragged his eyes open and saw Warriors kneeling beside him. 

“Hm?”

“Do you want to lean on me? It’ll be more comfortable than the rock.”

Sky briefly considered protesting, but exhaustion and pain won over. He nodded wordlessly and pushed himself off the rock just a bit. Warriors smiled and settled against the rock just behind Sky with his head pillowed on his hands.

“Touch is okay?” Sky had to check.

Warriors smiled and nodded. “I wouldn’t have offered otherwise. Here.”

Warriors gently guided Sky to lean back against his side. With the way he had his arms up, Sky’s head fit securely on his shoulder. Sky scooted until his back was fully supported and extended his sharply aching knee. He wanted to thank Warriors, but he couldn’t find the energy to open his mouth. 

Sky’s eyes slid shut as the aching in his body settled. He’d be sure to thank Warriors tomorrow.

Endnotes: By the way, in case any of the implied stuff wasn’t clear: when Legend left Sky, she went up to Time and Wild and said “Birdbrain needs a break. Don’t make it obvious.” And then when Sky’s on the stump, they’re trying to figure out if they can stop and rest because Sky is clearly having a horrible time. Wolfie is sent to scout for the nearest place to rest, even though they won’t make it to wherever they were going. And they split up on purpose so Sky doesn’t have to fight. There is plenty of room at the cave. Sky doesn’t know any of that though. Blorbos :)

[shinyzango]

Just curious, opinions on the different nutcrackers that you know of from all kinds of media and stuff?

Sorry if anyone asked this before I wouldn't know

Love your art and characters by the way keep it up!

Hohohohohohohoho, we be opening the Pandora Box here. Not that I'm complaining~

So, this is going to be a very long post as I've seen a lot of the movies. I also have a couple books which I can give my opinion, and I'm familiar with various apparitions in videogames and such. So yeah this is going to be a loooooooong post.

So buckle up, grab a drink and enjoy the ride into my personal madness o7

[ CAREFUL, VERY LONG POST UNDER THE CUT ]

So, let's start with movies as those are easier to grab and talk about for me. I'm gonna go with their year of release ot keep things organized.

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Shchelkunchik (1973)

Small silly dramatic guy, I like him! The animators did a great job animating his design and make him incredibly appealing. As for his human appearance, eeeeeh I don't really care for him. Definitely a shock the first time you see it lol But yes, adorable silly guy

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Nutcracker Fantasy (1979)

Li'l guy. It is Sanrio so it's bound to be on the cute side. The Nutcracker itself doesn't do much in the movie, but as for Fritz himself, I... honestly don't care about him. He looks pretty, but personality wise he needs to work on it pff Idk he just comes out as plain and a little arrogant... Still a fine fellow, though.

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Nutcracker: The Motion Picture (1986)

One of the two ballet-based movies I've seen, and definitely the better one of the two imo. And good lord I love this guy. He may look terrifying but good lord if he's silly. And I actually don't mind his human appearance as simple as it is. Silly man, this one.

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The Nutcracker Prince (1990)

HIM. MY BELOVED. THE GOOD LAD. Definitely my favorite, and not because this was my most beloved childhood movie. He is such a sweetheart with a hint of awkwardness but who can still kick your ass. And the final scene in the castle in the Italian dub is just *chef kiss* 10/10 lad.

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The Nutcracker (1993)

The other ballet-based movie... it's just Macaulay Culkin. And his nutcracker costume looks hideous lol. Nothign to say. Surprisingly, he's not the worst one.

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The Nuttiest Nutcracker (1999)

Ripoff Ken. He is incredibly dumb, and a tiny bit of a freak, but could be worse honestly kdjng They did Barbie before Barbie did it lol that's p much it.

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Barbie in the Nutcracker (2001)

THE OTHER GOOD LAD. I love Eric so much he's such a sweetheart wanting to fix his mistakes. It's so easy to root for him. As for his human appearance... he's just Ken skjngf 10/10 lad #2

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The Nutcracker and the MouseKing (2004)

Oh boy what to say about this one. Very hateful in the first half. At least he learns and becomes bearable at the last third of the movie. But I do like the nutcracker form, they made the blocky design work as well, like later on it's actually very nice to see him move. Still, horrible personality. Needs a slap in the face.

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Nutcracker in 3D / Nutcracker: The Untold Story (2010)

Hellspawn. Nightmare fuel. Abomination. Who the hell approved to that design?? And why did they pitch up his voice like that?? At least the kid playing human NC is not as bad, but good lord. 0/10 Just burn that puppet with fire, please.

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The Nutcracker and the Four Realms (2018)

This one just pisses me off. This one had so much potential, and the actor is actually good. It's just the way his character was written that is dog awful. They made him basically a dumb side character who barely does anything despite everyone in the movie treating him like he's a big shot. And the the fact that this was made by Disney just makes this worse. Just so much lost potential.

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The Nutcracker (???)

I actually don't know who made this movie or in which year, but I do like this one. The movie is comedic so he's a bit silly, but he's still quite enjoyable. And for some reason he reminds me of Waluigi.... Still, silly guy.

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That's all for the movies. There are a bunch more that I've missed or that I can't find anymore so my list of opinions on them is not complete. But one day...

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As for other medias, hm... I have a couple books that are just the original story by Hoffman and the retell by Duman (of which I don't have much to say) and the graphic novel by Natalie Andrewson.

He's just a li'l guy, silly kid but enjoyable.

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Lastly, while there are no actual nutcracker based games, I do want to mention a few skins and characters I am aware of for the hell of it. I'm pretty sure I will be forgetting some but eh.

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Terraria

Silly guy that speeeens. I wish I didn't have to kill them skgjfn.

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Overwatch

As much as I now despise Overwatch for many reasons, I still love Zenyatta's nutcracker skin to death. Look at this silly guy. Definitely my favorite skin in the game.

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Saints Row IV

SR4 had a Christmas themed DLC, and among all the xmas reskins of the enemies, one was the terminator-like enemies being turned into Nutcrackers. And their design look so sick.

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Fortnite

I don't play Fortnite, but I do have to admit that the nutcracker guy looks neat. The crazy look fits the look quite well. If I would ever get in there (I doubt it but still), that would definitely be the skin I would use.

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Lethal Company

I don't play LC neither but I've seen videos of the nutcracker enemy in action, and yeah he looks silly. I love how he moves around.

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That's all of the apparitions that I can think of. I'm also aware of the point-and-click game made by Big Fish Games, but I have not played it myself. I really should do that one day...

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Aaaaaand that's a wrap. I'm definitely forgetting a nutboi or two somewhere but these are all the ones I can think of at the top of my head that are officially published and all.

If we start talking about folks in social medias I've come to know over the years... I'm gonna be here for 3 months trying to talk about them dkjfgn

Well, hope you enjoyed this personal spiraling into nut madness :V

[partially-controlled-chaos]

When We Were Young

Pairing: Halsin x f!Tav (Tavriel) Rating: G (General) Warnings: None, really. Little bit of smoochin' at the end. Just completely self-indulgent fluff for my own sanity. Summary: Deep in the autumn forest, Halsin and Tavriel share a sweet, if not awkward, moment to themselves. Pre-tattoo, pre-scar, love-lorn 90 year old druid initiate Halsin being completely inexperienced with anything romantic. Word Count: 3.7K A/N: A hurricane knocked out my power for a few days last weekend, so without access to my other WIPs or electronics, I hand wrote a complete self-indulgent fic for young Halsin and my original Tav. Once I started typing it out to post, I fluffed it up a little bit so it ended up being a good bit longer than my original drabble, but shorter than what I normally write. I recently revamped the backstory for my original Tav after seeing young Halsin art from @ozumii-fucking-wizard (thank you for blessing this site with your young Halsin art, it's amazing and for absolutely rotting my brain with young Halsin). I've never been a huge fan of "companions knowing Tav before the events of the game", but I played around with this idea and I've ended up loving it for Tavriel. I have stories previously posted for her that are a complete 180 from what I'm going with now, but I'm very please with the new lore I have for her. Might make a lore sheet or mini fic at some point, but I haven't completely decided. I do have a handful of more small ideas for Halsin and Tavriel so I'll probably sprinkle them in between my normal stuff. Also, hi hello @thoughts-of-bear , it's the fic I'd mentioned like a week ago that I finally posted

Read on AO3 here!

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The sun hung low in the sky, casting the surrounding forest in a rich orange glow. Leaves of nearby oak trees turned shades of yellow and red, gently falling from their branches with each gust of wind, swirling in the air before softly landing on the ground. Acorns and pinecones littered the forest floor as autumn approached, sprinkled amongst small patches of mushrooms that grew in shaded spots. Bare feet darted against the ground in rapid succession, barely making a sound before lifting and leaping to the next patch of hard dirt or sun-kissed grass. Tavriel moved quickly through the trees, weaving through towering oaks and over fallen logs with an ethereal grace and swiftness as she sprinted away from the darkened thicket she called home and towards an open field.

She left the area practically untouched as she traversed the land of her home, simply stirring freshly fallen leaves with the wisps of air that that flowed from the ends of her linen robes. With each step she took, she could hear the heavy footsteps of those following her grow fainter, leaving the forest in a gradual silence. As a final obstacle, Tavriel crossed a small stream, gracefully leaping from one wet river stone to another, lifting her robes above her ankles to keep them dry. Cold water soaked her toes as she crossed, sending a chill through her legs until she made contact with land once more. 

Tavriel began to slow, her full blown sprint having tapered off to a slow trot before finally coming to a stop in the middle of a field of golden wheat grass. Her lungs burned from the exertion, chest heaving as she took in sucking breaths of the warm, late afternoon air. An earthy scent filled the area, picked up by the wind as it wove its way through the tall grass and to her nose. A pleasant smile graced her lips, tugging the corners of her mouth towards the sky as her eyelids softly closed and her head tilted back to face the sky. Warm wisps of wind blew through the long, fiery orange tresses that adorned her head, drying the light layer of sweat that had formed against her face from her run. Time had slowed as she took in the serenity of the moment, simply basking in the warmth the sun offered. 

The earth hummed beneath her feet, strong and loud enough to feel in her bones. The soft points of the grass licked at the ends of her fingers as her arms came down beside her, the gentle wind blowing causing the blades to tickle her fingertips. Songs of birds that thrived in the evenings began to sound off in the distance, signaling the end of another day. If she focused hard enough, Tavriel could swear she could hear the hushed voice of the forest calling to her, beckoning her back into the safety the trees and bushes offered. 

A large branch cracked in the distance and her eyes snapped open at the sound, breath hitching in her throat as she focused her hearing. Tavriel felt the muscles of her legs tighten and coil, ready to snap and spring her forward in a quick escape if needed. She silently cursed herself for becoming distracted; a dangerous game to play for someone who was undoubtedly being hunted. Instinct made her want to flee in an instant; to simply dart away and never be seen again. Tavriel wanted hide somewhere deep within the forest, curling in on herself and tucking her limbs close by and hide amongst the brush and foliage until the brightness of her hair was darkened from shadow and her scent was covered by moisture covered foliage. However, pure curiosity made her stay, waiting to see just what was coming from the forest.

Moments later, Halsin stepped from the tree line, taking a brief pause by the streams edge to regain his breath, hunching over slightly to rest his hands atop his knees. He was young and fit, having just celebrated his ninetieth birthday, but after such an extended amount of time swatting away tree limbs and stumbling over bushes, even he needed a break. His bright green eyes were locked on to Tavriel from across the river, who returned his gaze with a twinkle in her eyes and a smirk across her lips. He returned her smile, a cocky look on his face as he used the back of his hand to wipe beads of sweat from his upper lip.

It had been years, decades even, since they had played this game with each other. Running from one another to see who could be caught first before reversing roles, playing for hours at a time until they were both collapsed on the ground next to one another, too exhausted to move. They’d first started playing together as young children, having met by chance on a warm summers day. Being the secluded elf that she was, Tavriel was skittish and wary of strangers, even now, and each time he’d come across her in the woods, she’d dart off before he could make friends. It had taken a great deal of patience on Halsin’s part, and a few fresh honeyed buns he’d snatched white his mother’s back was turned, to finally persuade her to stay for a spell. Once they’d gotten comfortable with each other, Halsin and Tavriel had quickly become the best of friends. They would spend each day together, filling their days with laughter and fun from sunrise to sunset, always eager to see each other again the next morning. 

As they grew older, their usual playtime gradually decreased and instead they spent their spare time simply in each others company as friends and learning the ways of the natural world together. Halsin’s druidic studies often took him away from Tavriel’s realm of wood, which was the thickest and deepest portion of the local forest, and instead placing him with elder druids with a book in his hands. While he enjoyed learning from the other druids and discovering their wonders of nature, he preferred to experience them firsthand with his friend at his side.

Tavriel spent her days roaming the forests she called home, ensuring her safety and solitude all while strengthening her own skills. She was graced with a magical prowess that she had yet to fully understand. She had never been formally taught magic, but learned what she knew mostly from aged tomes that had supposedly been left behind from her unknown mother and pure curiosity. She knew how to heal small wounds and speak with animals like many magic casters, but could also control aspects of nature. With a snap of her fingers she could summon a flame or with a wave of her hand she could call forth a gust of wind. The flow of water could change to her will and, depending on her mood and the season, small flowers would bloom in the wake of her foot prints. She didn’t fully understand the magic she had been born with, but each time she discovered something new was exhilarating. Her talents were not without its dangers. Many of her powers stemmed from her emotions, which opened the door for wither and decay if she was frightened or angry. 

Tavriel was incredibly skilled with a bow, having learned the craft from her father before his passing, and used much of her spare time to fine tune her abilities. Overall she was a pacifist, so she spent most of her target practice on high hanging fruits and billowing leaves, but would occasionally hunt when she required sustenance other than what she could forage. Although she loved her solitude, she admittedly was fond of spending her time with Halsin and frequently missed him when he didn’t come striding into her realm of the woods each morning.

“It’s barely been a week since you’ve been in these woods and you’re already tired?” Tavriel teased from across the river, “The bear must be preparing for hibernation.”

“And the fox should know better than to taunt a bear on the hunt.” Halsin shouted back, straightening has back as he spoke.

Without another word, Halsin lunged forward, quickly crossing the river before sprinting as fast as he could towards the elf. Tavriel took off once again, her feet carrying her just as quickly as before, but not quite fast enough to outrun the young man on her heels. Tavriel held the advantage when deep in a thicket, her stature and almost other worldly sense of nature gave her an advantage over the aspiring young druid. She could tuck herself into the smallest of spaces and weave her way through dense foliage like a gentle breeze, letting her slip away and remain undetected if the needed was ever present. 

Halsin, on the other hand, was certainly at a disadvantage. He was a broad young man, much taller and broader than any of the other elves in his clan, making it much more difficult for him to maneuver his way through a forest when compared to Tavriel. He frequently became snagged on low hanging branches or thorny vines, forcing him to take the time to remove himself from natures sudden embrace before continuing. However, he held the advantage when it came to open land. His long legs allowing him to close long distances easily with little exertion. 

It didn’t take long for him to catch up, closing the distance between them in mere moments, and if he were to reach out, he could almost touch the flowing ends of her hair. Sensing the larger man on her heels, she gathered her strength and pushed on, creating a very small gap between herself and Halsin, although it wouldn’t be enough to insure her freedom. Tavriel made a split second decision to change her path and cut to the side, hoping the tactic would allow her to slip right past druid and back into the tree line not too far away. Unfortunately for Tavriel, it was a trick she’d used many times before to evade Halsin’s grasp and it was one he was anticipating. With her change in direction, she inadvertently stepped closer to the druid, allowing him to simply reach out and grab her.

Halsin’s hands suddenly gripped her sides, squeezing firmly enough to lift her partially into the air mid stride without dropping her, but not enough to bruise her delicate skin. A quick yelp of surprise slipped from Tavriel’s lips before erupting in a flurry of giggles. In an attempt to slow down, Halsin spun slightly, bringing Tavriel with him, but lost his footing in the process. He tumbled backwards, his back hitting the ground as a grunt left his chest. He still held the elf in his hands, who’s back had landed on his chest and she was suddenly staring up at an orange sky.

They paused momentarily where they lay, catching their breath and getting familiar with their sudden change of view. Tavriel saw this as an opportunity to escape by prying Halsin’s grasp from her waist and rolling her body off him and onto the dirt below. She found her footing beneath her as her hands dug into the dirt, ready to launch herself forward. Before she was able to start another mad sprint towards the tree line, she felt a set of large hands grab at her waist once more, pulling her back to the ground. With a triumphant smile and quick movements, Halsin pinned Tavriel into the dirt by her hips after pushing her onto her back. He rested the weight of his large frame atop her much smaller one, effectively trapping her for good.

“That’s cheating.” Tavriel managed to say between fits of laughter, smacking Halsin’s bicep with a playful hit.

“Had you not stopped,” Halsin panted as he came down to rest on his forearms, caging the young woman beneath him, “you might have slipped away, dearest fox.”

“Can you blame me?” She asked breathlessly, “It’s only natural to stop and take in something so beautiful.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” Halsin said softly, bringing his fingers over to tuck a wayward piece of orange hair behind her ear. He brushed her freckled cheek with the back of his fingers, marveling at just how soft her skin was, considering she lived in nature and forewent any sense of shelter from a structure not built from a canopy of leaves. 

Tavriel had been one of his closest friends for years, eventually becoming a confidant and someone he felt safe with, but nothing had ever progressed from the companionship. Their relationship had never been anything more than platonic, but Halsin’s feelings had begun to shift as of late. He found himself stealing more glances than normal, a new and exciting flutter rippling across his chest each time he could look more than a few seconds and he could properly take in her features. Tavriel’s copper colored hair was as bright as the autumn sun and was often braided to keep her face clear of her locks while the rest cascaded down her back, resting neatly between her shoulder blades. Her eyes were as deep and green as the forest she called home, flecked with bits of gold that almost glowed if the sun caught her at the right angle. Her sun-kissed skin was littered with freckles from head to toe, the darkest ones sitting atop her shoulders and across the bridge of her nose.

Her scent had become intoxicating lately, making the would-be druid’s head spin if he stood too close. She smelled of the forest, as earthy and hardy as the deepest part of the woodlands where she dwelled. But there was also a hint of something he couldn’t quite describe, yet equally enchanting. She smelled of an otherworldly celestial magic, something ancient and almost forgotten that clung to her skin like moss on a damp rock. He’d never met another mortal soul capable of that kind of magic; the only other instance that came to mind was the power the land spirit Thaniel possessed. Growing up, Halsin had been told stories of a race of deep wood elves that lived in the thickest parts of the land, preferring a life of seclusion and isolation all while worshipping the goddess of the forest, Mielikki, instead of Silvanus. He had also heard how the last remaining deep forest elves had died off long ago, leaving the forest silent and forgotten, yet Halsin couldn’t help but wonder if Tavriel was one of the last remaining of that clan. She lived alone in a hidden spot deep in the brush, the location itself was a mystery even to him, and she’d had no family or clan to call her own for decades now.

His thumb slowly traced along her bottom lip, which was supple and rose tinted, as his forefinger slipped under her chin, slowly tilting her head to the side. Despite his age, Halsin had never kissed, aside from the kiss to the cheek he would get from his mother each morning, and the urge to feel Tavriel’s lips against his own was becoming overwhelming. His stomach twisted into knots as he considered leaning forward to close the gap between them, unsure of how his dearest friend would react. Despite their bond, Tavriel was prone to secrecy and mystery. Halsin often had times deciphering her feelings if she didn’t outright say what was on her mind, which made her difficult to read. He could feel her heart beating in her chest, the vibrations echoing against his own frame. His own heart fluttered as her tongue poked out lightly and wet her tinted lips, her eyes half-lidded in an unspoken expectation of what was to come.

Being the impatient and overeager young man that he was, Halsin dipped his head down, hoping to take Tavriel’s lips with his own in one sweeping, fairytale romantic gesture. It was something he’d played over and over in his mind for days now. Then when and where were something he couldn’t pin, but the how was certainly within his realm of control. He could see it in his mind’s eye, his lips pressing against her in a brief, yet meaningful kiss. Nothing too forward or abrupt, just the beginning notes of a young love. She then, of course, would kiss him back after he pulled away from her, pulling him down to her by the collar of his druid initiate outfit and wrap her arms around his neck. In turn, he would tangle his fingers in her soft hair, smiling against her lips as they lay together in their golden field of wheat, sharing quick, loving kisses until nightfall.

Instead, in his excitement, he rushed forward too quickly, bashing his front teeth against Tavriel’s before their lips could properly connect, filling the space with an audible clack. Halsin felt his chest seize with fear as Tavriel made an audible gasp and could taste a sudden rush of something warm, wet, and metallic against his lips. Her upper lip had gotten caught between their teeth, the delicate skin tearing and bleeding at the sudden force. She could taste the blood on her tongue, instinctively running the appendage over the wound, which was rather small.

Without hesitation, Halsin lifted himself from atop her frame, sitting back on his knees before gently taking the elf by the shoulders and helping her sit up. Before she could speak, Halsin’s hands were on her cheeks, tilting her head towards the remaining light of the fading sun as his thumbs came to her lips, pulling the skin taught so he could inspect the wound. The cut itself was difficult to see, given the smeared blood and saliva that now lingered on her skin. 

“Please, Tavriel,” Halsin said frantically, “f-forgive me I didn’t— I-I was over eager.” Halsin’s mind raced as he tried to remember the incantation for a healing spell, suddenly regretting skipping a few of his medicinal lessons. 

Tavriel brought her fingertips to her bleeding lip, wiping away the blood that had already stopped dripping. Her lip was a little tender, but nothing a short test couldn't fix. She couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the moment. Greater things were happening in the world, yet all that seemed to matter was landing a perfect first kiss. She wiped the remaining blood from her mouth with her sleeve, fully prepared to brush lips with him again. 

“Halsin,” she said softly, “it’s all right.” Halsin simply shook his head, refusing to believe his friend wasn’t angry with him, especially when he was furious with himself. Of all the times to blunder and show his inexperience, of course it had to be this moment. Although, he wasn’t the only one who was inexperienced. Given her life of solitude and a significant lack of other to socialize with, Tavriel had never experienced any sort of intimacy. When she first found herself conflicted with flutters of the stomach and heat in her cheeks, she first assumed she was ill or coming down with a sickness. It wasn’t until she connected these feelings to being in Halsin’s presence did she realize that it was no illness she was afflicted with, but the beginning stages of a young love.

Despite Tavriel’s protests, the young druid was practically beside himself with shame, still babbling away with apologizes and promises of making things right. With a slight roll of her eyes and a light chuckle, Tavriel took Halsin’s cheeks in her hands, pulling his gaze towards her long enough to keep him still. She pressed her lips to his gently, silencing his stammering and uncertainty with one fluid movement. Her eyes closed as she lingered, her body practically melting into Halsin’s chest, waiting for his embrace. She drug her hands down from the sides of his face and nestled them against the center of his chest, fingers latching into the leather bands of his outfit. 

Relief washed over Halsin as Tavriel’s soft, if not slightly swollen, lips caressed his own. He was convinced that she would run off at his blunder; just disappear into the forest and refuse to see him, perhaps forever. Of course, it was his own youthful embarrassment causing these thoughts, especially when considering that he wasn’t fully sure that Tavriel felt the same way. One of his hands caressed her cheek while the other found purchase along the braids resting behind her head, pulling her close to him as he deepened the kiss. 

When they finally pulled their lips from each other, they met the others gaze with a soft smile and a flush to their cheeks. Halsin bumped the tip of his nose against Tavriel’s, who returned the favor. She let out a light and airy giggle as she felt him nuzzle into her cheek moments later, pressing another light kiss to the light blush that had formed there. Their foreheads touched in a warm embrace, simply staying like that together until the sun was well below the horizon and the stars had begun to shine.  

Once they parted, Halsin leaned forward to take her lips with his again, only to find that she had pulled away. He tilted his head to the side just slightly, his brows having knitted together as she came to her feet once again. His hands lingered on her body for as long as possible, savoring the warmth she brought until she had completely stepped away from his grasp. Initially, he thought he had perhaps done something wrong; been too forward of lingered too long.

“If you want another, dear bear,” she said softly, “you’ll have to go on the hunt again.” Her usual playful smirk returned to her lightly bruised lips. Halsin’s eyes flashed a light shimmer of gold as he watched her take off once again, bouncing into the forest at a pace that was anything but a hurry. Tavriel turned to face Halsin once her hand ran across the rough bark of an oak, her heart fluttering as she disappeared into the moon lit depths of the forest, Halsin having already made it more than halfway to her. 

[ruporas]

apologies if you've already been asked this but do you have any favorite trigun fics? i absolutely adore your art btw!

thank you!!! and i've answered this on insta, but i don't think i've ever shared on tumblr... i'm not good at reading fics, esp long ones, because my attention span is pretty bad, but from the ones i have bookmarked, i'll share some that i like in no particular order

hills like white elephants (meet me halfway) - adlvnam

pairing: vashwood word count: 1.1k, sfw, vague post v.10 spoilers ‘I read a story once,’ Vash says, unsure. ‘I’m kind of thinking about it right now.’

i like a lot of adlvnam's fics, i find them very unique and creative in their execution, and their writing is wonderful! this was the first fic i've read from them and it's stuck with me ever since. others that i like from them are in manus tuas (no spoilers) and vox dei (warning for post vol.10 spoilers).

stay - Anonymous

pairing: vashwood word count: 2.3k, sfw, no spoilers “Hold up,” Vash groans. He presses his free hand to Wolfwood’s mouth and shushes him. He’s probably going for a stern look, though between his poor attempts to stop grinning like the biggest idiot this side of the planet and the way he’s patting him, it’s hard to take him seriously. “Stop laughin’. Where’s the keys?” “What keys?” Wolfwood tries to ask, muffled by Vash’s hand, and his tongue is a little thick and slow in his mouth so… something comes out, but it’s probably not very wordy. Word-like. Not a sentence, probably. (or, wolfwood and vash get drunk, bicker, and then share a bed together.)

i enjoyed the mundanity and silliness of this fic and i think about it from time to time... i think fics where one of them or both drink together are pleasant to read.

Last Summer - varilien

pairing: vashwood word count: 741, sfw, no spoilers You are what you love.

tags on this one are "sunrises, morning routines, coffee, sentimental" which caught my attention. very sweet and beautiful.

Rain - Kokohamstar

pairing: none, wolfwood centric word count: 768, sfw, major spoilers - post v.10 Ever since he was a little kid listening to Bible stories, he dreamed of the day the world would be washed clean and wondered what the rain would feel like on his face.

as most wolfwood centric fics, it was a gutpunch and melancholic, but still soooo.. augh.... the last paragraph really does it for me.

water bucket blues - fathomfive

pairing: vashwood word count: 3.7k, sfw, major spoilers, post trimax Vash the Stampede goes on the record about a friend he once had. Also about card games, cats, family, and some other things. "Start with a piece of the whole, Meryl said. It doesn’t have to be the first piece. Start with a specific. That’s what they mean when they throw around the words human interest. I know the pieces. Believing they make a whole is another thing. But she’s a broadcast professional and I trust her advice. Maybe if I can figure out how to tell one piece—like the story of Wolfwood as I knew him—I can learn how to tell the others."

i love vash pov fics and i love it when it's first person and this one in particular hits because it's his pov and he speaks, honestly, openly, telling a tale that he can't really flub because it's about the people he loved. i love how grounded this fic is in the present of max, i love how vash grows within the 3.7k words, i love how he moves forward with the world he's living in. this fic makes me teary if i think too much about it... it's really wonderful.

it’s a summer day, and I want to be wanted more than anything else in the world - goldenglitz

pairing: vashwood word count: 3.9k, nsfw, no spoilers Vash has the lung capacity of a man who’s cried for 150 years. It isn't like Wolfwood takes more than he gives — but like with most things, he barely keeps up with Vash. He works his body to the limit, even as his lungs burn and his legs and arms give out under him. They fuck like they’re on borrowed time. All of this makes it so easy — so much easier than just talking. Wolfwood would sometimes rather pull new and interesting noises from Vash with just his mouth than do anything else with it. Their own dialect: moans, groans, and four words. “Yes” — “Please” — “Vash” — “Wolfwood.”

i love all of their vashwood fics, they only have 3 but they're all lovely and has a sort of characterization to both vash and wolfwood i don't see often. definitely one of my faves, especially when it comes to explicit vw fics.

i think these are all the ones i'll share for now!!

[tarirose]

I’ve missed you // Sebastian Sallow x Slytherin Reader

My requests are open for any stories! I want to get more into writing. So I’ll take anything for Sebastian and Garreth :)

Summary: Sebastian had developed feelings for you, but was afraid to tell you. He pushed you away to avoid it, but staring to see you close with Garreth. He missed you, and he wanted you.

Warnings: Smut. So characters are aged up. If it makes you uncomfortable, please don’t read.

Please be kind 🥹 this is my first time writing and I’m not very good with words and the use of vocabulary but I sometimes have some stories that I want someone to make so I tried my best. So I’m very nervous it’s not very good so I apologise in advance. Also sorry it’s so long! I have edited to proof read and changed it to Y/N. And removed my personal preferences. Sorry for the confusion, I’m not very good at this and what to do :’)

You were a young Slytherin. Notorious around the school, as one of the best and skilled students. You had long gorgeous hair, and eyes that shone as bright as the biggest star. Easily the most stunning girl in school, one that everyone would find fascinating. You’d get guys following you, always asking you out. But you always rejected them. Among those, was Sebastian Sallow. Though, he was afraid to admit it, he had grown fond of you. Developing these feelings of love and admiration. You were the only one who stood by him through all of his problems. There when he was deep into the dark arts. Not being able to control himself, or his feelings. He wasn’t sure why you stayed, and you sometimes wondered that yourself. But you stayed. Everyone else had abandoned him. He felt alone. And you were the only good thing in his life. But he was scared of you rejecting him. Didn’t want to lose his only friend, or ruin anything you had.

Nearly two years had passed since everything had happened. Whilst you had lots of other friends, as you were quite popular, you spent most of your time with Sebastian and Ominis. You had all grown so close to each other. Two years Sebastian had bottled up these feelings. From the moment you beat him in your duel, he knew he was going to fall hard for you. Little did he know, you also harboured these same feelings. The two of you were both unaware of how you both felt. But over the past few months, you had started to drift apart. Sebastian spent most of his time in the undercroft, even went as far as always sleeping in there. You began to spend more time with Garreth. He was always dragging you along, either to go and make some new, wild, mysterious potion he wanted to try, even though they always ended up in explosions. Or he’ll find an excuse for you to accompany him on an adventure, to find some ingredients. You started to enjoy his company. You could feel Sebastian’s eyes burning into you and Garreth. You don’t know what happened between you and Sebastian, and whenever you asked him, he would always just shrug you off and avoid you. It made you angry.

Students around the school started to whisper, and rumours going around that you and Garreth were a thing. This made Sebastian feel rage, whenever he saw you two together, he would quickly turn the other way. He hated going to the same classes you both were in. He couldn’t bare to see the sight of you, with another man. Seeing you smile, laugh, hug him. It tore his heart apart. He wanted nothing more than for you to be happy, but he wanted it for himself. He wanted to be one who did that, he wanted to be the one who made you smile, had you laughing at his jokes, rolling your eyes at his witty remarks. He missed sneaking around the castle at midnight, getting caught and having detention together. He missed you.

Whilst the rumours going around weren’t true, yes Garreth had a crush on you, and you thought you were starting to feel something back. But maybe that was because you were trying to forget about these feelings for Sebastian. But you weren’t a couple. You were always together, close to each other, hands brushing but never anything more. The gazes you both gave each other, he would walk you to all your classes, walk you back to your dorm.

Sebastian couldn’t bare it anymore.

A party began and students from different houses all started to approach. You were celebrating Slytherin winning against Ravenclaw in Quidditch, naturally, people came just came to drink and have fun.

You found your way over to Garreth, rejecting any guy who tried to talk to you, or ask you to dance. You handed him a drink and put your free arm around his neck, his hand making it’s way to your waist. The two of you swaying to the music, laughing and smiling at each other.

It caught Sebastian’s attention, who was sulking in the corner of the room by himself. He never took his eyes off you, watching your every move, watching that beautiful smile that he loves so much. Watching as Garreth’s hand moves even lower, eventually resting on your bum. His fists curled into balls, tears welling up in his eyes. He had to get out of there.

The man was broken at the sight.

She looked so happy, so content. Yet he was here, alone, angry, sadness brewing over him. Jealous.

A few months past.

It was a cold, crisp winters evening. The snow had fallen over the past few days, covering the landscape in a thick layer of fresh flakes. Most of the students had gone home to their families for Christmas break, but the few that lingered could be found beside the warm fire that burned inside The Three Broomsticks.

Among those, there was the man himself, Sebastian Sallow, who sat alone, curled up on an armchair, nursing a pint of warm butterbeer. His eyes adverted to the front door when it swung open, the shadow of a girl emitting into the room. He watched as you walked in, wiping the snow from your robes, and making your way over to a bar stool.

“Hello Sirona, one butterbeer and an apple pie please.” You said, whilst unwrapping your scarf, feeling the warmth from the fire finding it’s way to your neck.

“Hello darling,” Sirona greeted you with a smile, “your friend already ordered for you.”

“My friend?” You replied, one eyebrow raised, wondering who it was she meant.

Sirona pointed to the back corner of the room, and there he was. Sipping on his butterbeer as he shyly waved at you to come over.

You grabbed your drink and pie, confused, and made your way over to him. The light from the fire beaming on his freckly face. Two years had passed, and he was still as gorgeous.

“Well… hello Sebastian.”

“Hi Y/N” he replied, getting to his feet and pulling you into a tight embrace.

You felt a wave of flush and anger rush over you. Taken back by the sudden approach, but also angry that he had the nerve to suddenly talk to you. His own cheeks starting to tinge red. He pulled back and offered you to sit down.

You haven’t heard from him in months, he stopped talking to you. Why was he in here, apparently waiting for you.

“I thought you’d come here, so I already ordered for you.” Sebastian said, his lips curled into a smile.

He knew you well, better than anyone, all your favourite things. All your favourite spots. All your secrets. Everything.

“You know me well’ you tried to smile back, hiding behind your butterbeer.

He watched you with sad loving eyes. There was something on his mind and you could tell. You knew there was a reason he was here. Your heart was racing as he scooted his chair closer to you. Leaning forward and grabbing your hand. He made you blush, and he loved it. Sebastian had always had a crush on you. And over time, he realised he was in love with you. But when he saw how close you and Garreth had become, he always felt jealous, and sickness whenever he saw you together. He knew he shouldn’t, you weren’t even his. He also knew that you were always so confident, the type who’s not afraid to say or do what you want. But around Sebastian, you felt like a lovesick teenager.

You decided to speak up as the silence was deafening. You started to blush by the feel of his hand on yours, as he started to lace his fingers into yours. It felt right. Your hand fits perfect in his.

“What’s on your mind, Sebastian?“ you spoke up, with a tone as if you were bored.

“You’ he quirkily smiled at you.

You shy’d away. Why was he making you feel like this? He noticed you looking away, grabbing your chin, forcing you to look at him.

He couldn’t help but find you so cute, seeing you embarrassed. He knew you were a bold, daring, get your own way kinda girl. He had never seen you shy away. You had the attention of nearly every guy at school. You were beautiful, confident, intelligent, strong, never strayed from a challenge, yet here you were, melting away from his hand in yours. He felt a sense of pride.

“Sebastian, I-“

He cut you off, a look of heartbreak and pure sadness forming in his eyes.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I’m-“ he said, his voice was low and quivered.

“You’re sorry?!” You interrupted him, snatching your hand away from his grip, feeling the tension of anger come back, which left his brows furrowed and head hung low.

“You’ve ignored me for months, avoided me, and now you’re in here, buying me drinks and acting like we’re fine?!”

You stood up, readying your scarf and robe. But he quickly grabbed your hand. “Please, stay.” He pleaded with you, with those sad brown eyes glaring straight at you.

At this point, most of the other students had left and headed back to hogwarts. You both sat back down, Sirona bringing you both another round of butterbeer on the house.

“Well…..? Are you going to tell me what I did wrong?’ You asked, not being able to look at him.

He sat twiddling his fingers, he was nervous. Almost afraid you would remain angry at him. The boy was a mess. And in a way, it hurt you deep down to see him like this. He was always so cocky, charismatic, determined.

He gained the confidence to speak up, “You did nothing wrong. Please don’t think you did. It was me.”

Your silence made him feel small, like you were no longer interested. But he also took it as his time to carry on and explain, and that you were listening.

“I pushed you away and I’m sorry. My own feelings were consuming me, I thought if I avoided you they would go away.”

You finally spoke up, which made him meet your eyes “What do you mean? What has avoiding me have to do with it?’

He was hesitant to tell you, he had bottled it up for two years. He knew you liked Garreth, and it was most likely foolish of him to tell you how he feels. How he’s always felt. He was silent for a moment.

“I avoided you because I thought my feelings for you would disappear..”

Your eyes went wide. Mouth slightly opened. He did feel the same way back.

“Ugh, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, it was stupid. I know you like Garr-“

You cut him off, by leaning over and pulling his face to yours. Your lips landed on his. He kissed you back, with so much desperation. He needed this. He wanted this. For a long time.

You pulled back, moving his hair that fell onto his face. “Sebastian, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t want to lose you. I already lost everyone else around me, I couldn’t lose you. You’ve been by my side since you came. I was afraid I would ruin the friendship we had, by telling you how I feel” he sounded like a man who had lost all hope.

Your heart broke for him. You got up from your chair and made your way to his armchair. Sitting comfortably on his lap, cupping his cheek in your hand. His face was warm, now it was his time to blush.

“How long?” You whispered to him.

“Since our first duel. It’s the reason why I got to know you. I was so intrigued by you, why do you think I tried to do everything with you? Even if it was just walking with you to class? I jumped at every chance I could get to spend time with you. But I was idiotic, I hurt you. I cared more about finding a cure for Anne, that I forgot about the people around me. Even though you stuck by me, I hurt you. I hurt the one person left who cared for me, the one I love. The one I’ve always loved. I couldn’t forgive myself.”

He sounded defeated, but you wanted to reassure him that it was fine. That you felt the same way back.

“Sebastian, that’s the past. I’ve always been by your side, I always will.

“But Garreth, I know you’re happy with him, you’re alw-“

You cut him off quickly, “Garreth is a friend, nothing more”

You try to reassure him, but he still looks unconvinced.

“I’ve seen the two of you together, you’re never apart. That used to be us. I’ve seen how you laugh around him, how his hands seem to linger nears yours.” His voice was shaky, as he remembered the sight of you two at the party, “or how low his hands wandered on you, I- I-“ at this point, you could see tears starting to swell in his eyes.

“Garreth is a big flirt, you don’t need to worry. I have only ever cared about you. Your absence made me feel lonely. But my feelings for you never vanished.”

“Did you two…? You know?” He asked, sheepishly

“Did we what?”

“Kiss? Anything more?” He replied, worried about your reply. He didn’t want to hear something he knew wouldn’t sit right with him.

You lifted his face to meet yours, “No, never. I only ever wanted you. I only ever wanted that with you. Everything with you..”

He looked shocked, but a small grin started to plaster on his face.

There it was. That cheeky face you fell for.

“Everything with me?” He gave you a wink, pulling you closer to him, “Describe everything”

You knew he was teasing you. You glided your hands around his neck, whispering into his ear, your breath sending shivers down him.

“Well, you, me, alone, unclothed, bodies pressed together, hot and sweaty. Do I need to go on?”

Sweat was forming on his brow, he had found someone who was just as confident as him, and he didn’t know how to react.

You did something to him. You were special. You could make him feel things he had never experienced before. He wanted it all. He wanted you. All of it. Every part of you. He had waiting a long time for this moment. And he wasn’t going to ruin it.

He lifted you up with ease, he had gotten stronger. His eyes never leaving yours. “Shall we go somewhere more private, darling?”

He sounded full of lust. Like a man in desperate need for your touch.

You both arrived in the undercroft. You knew you wouldn’t be disturbed, because Ominis would never set foot in there since his fallout with Sebastian.

Sebastian wasted no time. He grabbed you by the waist, and pushed you back towards a stone pillar. Your back slamming into that cold surface. His lips soon came crashing into yours. It was sloppy, and full of a long lust for one another. You deepened the kiss, pulling at his brown locks, making him leave a slight moan in your mouth. Your lips moved hungrily against his. He tightened his grip around your waist, suffocating your body against his.

“I want you Sebastian, I want more.” You whispered breathlessly into his mouth.

“Tell me what you want darling” he says against your lips.

��You. Make me cum” you said, hinting by pulling at his pants. “Touch me, do something, show me how much you want me. Show me how much you’ve always wanted me”

Sebastian hoisted your hips up, and you threw your legs around him as he carried you over to the bed he had conjured and had been sleeping on. He threw you down gently, not wanting to hurt you. Showering you with clumsy, wet, aggressive kisses all over your neck. Leaving little bite marks to mark you as his. Placing his hands around your neck, forcing you to once again look at him. He was tired of waiting for you.

You hopelessly clung onto him, grinding your hips against him, feeling how hard he was under his pants. You hungrily pressed your lips against his, feeling him smirk against your mouth.

“I think I’ve woken something up.” You teased in his ear, leaving your own bite marks on him.

You were as needy for him as he was for you. You pushed him backwards, climbing up over him. You quickly removed your robe, tossing it to the ground. Letting your hair down. Sebastian was in awe. You were beautiful. He carelessly ripped open your blouse, exposing your breasts. He was speechless. He couldn’t take his hands off you. He pulled you closer to him, sending more kisses along your neck, going further down until he reaches your breasts. He sucks and nips at each of them, before throwing you under him, so he was now towering over you. Leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach, until he reached your skirt. His hands finding there way up your skirt, brushing his fingers over your thighs, until he reached your panties. He tore them off with ease, and pulled off your skirt. Looking you up and down, he was amazed at how stunning you were. Every part of you.

He pressed his thumb against your opening, rubbing circles and starting by slowly sliding a finger inside. Taking his time to push in and out. Slowly building you up. He pushed a second finger in, whilst still rubbing his thumb in circular motions. You were soaking wet. You bit down on your lip, letting out slight moans. Your whole body started to tense up with pleasure. He loved seeing you a stumbling mess under him. He removed his fingers and lowered himself down, moving his head between your thighs. Throwing your legs over his shoulders, and instantly burying his face into you. Using his tongue to lap around you, flicking and sucking. Listening to the sweet moans escaping from your mouth. Your hands tightening around his hair, pushing his face more into you. He was driving you wild. He continued to lick back and fourth, then going back to circles and flicking his tongue around you.

“Don’t stop Seb.” You weakly moan out, lips parted and eyes rolling backwards. Sebastian was falling apart between your thighs. From the sound of your moans, to calling out his name. He wanted more. He made his way up, quickly removing his belt and throwing off his own clothes, leaving only his boxers on. You were lying under him, gazing up at him with so much love, admiring how he looked under his robes. You began tugging at his boxers, signalling to take them off. His own eyes watching your body, assuring that you were okay.

He leaned closer to your ear and whispers “Tell me you’re ready for me darling”

“I’m ready Seb,” you pulled his face to yours, biting down hard on his lip.

He lined himself up between your legs, one hand holding your hip, the other to guide himself as he pushed himself into you, you arched your back as he pushed in deeper.

He started moving slowly, wanting to savour the moment. You pulled his body closer to you as he rested his head in the crook of your neck. He began to thrust harder, finding the right tempo. You moaned right into his ear, Sebastian letting out his own shaky breaths. Your hands clawing at his back, that you sure he’d be scarred up in the morning.

“Faster Seb, I want all of you” you practically begged into his ear, and he obeyed your every wish. As he started to pick up the pace even more, his thrusts were getting deeper, and you could feel your body tightening around him. You let out a final call of his name, followed by a loud moan as your entire body started to shake from the sensation you felt from your own release. Sebastian also finding his own release, he moans right into your ear. Resting on you for a minute, he pulled out, collapsing by your side. Both of you hot and sweaty, unable to catch your breath.

He turned to look at you, pulled you closer to him so your bodies were touching once again. Rubbing smooth slow circles on your back, he tenderly looked at you, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’ve missed you. I promise to never leave you again. I love you so much darling, always have, always will.”

[itsdrawingmen]

I saw a dunmeshi art where they lined up the characters in their underwear, and got brainworms from it. I'm not really good at painted studies, it turns out, or maybe it just didn't work right now, but I like how the drawing came out. It was an excercise in different bodies, and I think they’re all neat.

Some headcanons and musings:

Zen has boobs, tits even, but that's canon, and all the time I was drawing him I was thinking about that selfie from his album where he's wearing a half-buttoned white shirt and his cleavage is visible. I am looking at him respectfully (not really, I am looking at him like this:

He's shaved everywhere, and he wears very plain, neutral-coloured underwear. His normal state is being pretty meaty, but he doesn’t like himself that way. He’s often dried out for his roles.

Yoosung is narrow-chested, thin, covered in moles, and comparatively kinda hairy — not by my European standards, but compared to the others here. He doesn't care about shaving, for himself or anyone else. He often wears funky boxers, and has sort of got a collection. Even when it's not funky-printed, his underwear is usually bright-coloured. He's cringe, but he's free. Also, not pictured, but he’s often covered in hickeys, normally from the chest up. Not gonna say who leaves them, but anyone who knows me even a little can take a wild guess 👀

Jaehee is wide in the hips and big-breasted. Her underwear is normally mismatched, because she doesn't care. The only thing she cares about is that it doesn't show through her clothes. In the canon timeline, she usually wears those thick stiff heavily padded bras that smooth everything out, and then over the course of the postcanon she gradually switches to softer cups. She's sedentary, often stressed, and doesn't eat well, so she's not really thin. She has acne on her face, neck, back, chest, and shoulders. She shaves because she’s too used to it, but she gradually gets more relaxed about it.

Next up is Joori Nam, the MC. She's a big, tall young woman, quite heavy and strong. She likes to show off her edgy and feisty personality in clothes and underwear, and she's also pretty expressive and energetic in gestures. She's depressed and a self-harmer. She barely shaves, only where is absolutely necessary to look ‘presentable’ for work. Otherwise, she can’t be assed.

The Chois are emaciated and scarred. They've both got some mild pectus excavatum. The Mother Choi used to stub cigarettes on them, and Saeran has got it worse.

Saeyoung is slightly more muscular and slightly less scarred. He has knobby square fingers, and nails bitten to almost nothing. He's also an active self-harmer. He's missing several toenails. All of his underwear is a little baggy on him.

Saeran is even thinner and less muscular. He has a lot of piercings, and his tattoo is blacked out into a full sleeve. He has barely any body hair at all. He is pretty much covered in cigarette burn scars, as well as scars from being whipped with cables, and several deep and crooked scars from gashes made with glass bottles.

Jumin, without his PR team, can't pose for shit. He is good at doing what they tell him, and he looks fine when photographed candidly, but as soon as he starts posing on his own, he just looks awkward and stiff. He has a weird case of CEO-body, where he's fit, but also weirdly soft in unexpected places (namely, his chest and arms). He shaves because it's 'hygienic'. He also wears briefs. Sorry, to me he looks like someone who wears briefs.

Jihyun is normally pretty toned, but after the whole ordeal with Rika and having to cover for her he has gained some weight and gotten soft. He has a long torso and wider hips and a bit of a belly. He hunches his back a lot, and picks at the skin of his fingers.

Rika is slender and dancerly, and very traditionally feminine. She’s small and graceful, not muscular, but soft, with smooth porcelain skin. She wears lingerie, always matching, always beautiful, and pretty much only owns thongs and tanga. Somehow, despite always looking up at people, she can easily make you feel like she’s looking down at you.

[amhrosina]

To Be Loved (Namor x f!Reader)

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A/N: I read a Druig fic with this concept like a year ago and it’s stuck with me since then. However, I’ve searched through an entire year’s worth of tumblr fics & ao3 bookmarks, and I still can’t find it. If you know who came up with this concept, PLEASE tag them or let me know! I would like to credit them for the idea! Also, I can’t stop writing Namor (and I won’t, I love that man so much).

Update: A very kind soul found the fic that inspired this one and sent me their @! It was @itsapeterthing who originally wrote this concept and you should definitely check the Druig fic out!

Summary: Reader is an Eternal (you don’t have to know the movie to understand the fic) who can time travel. We follow her as she visits her lover, Namor, in different stages of his life over a 500-year time period. 

(Warnings: no big ones, some descriptions of war I guess?, soft!Namor, this is pure fluff like I somehow made myself fall more in love with him writing this??) 

Translations: 

in yakunaj – my love 

pixan – my soul 

ki'ichpanech – pretty girl 

Namor was being watched, though he didn’t know it yet. As he stood on the outskirts of his mother’s homeland, holding his mother’s body in his arms, the beauty of her memories was tarnished, ripped to shreds by slavers with whips and hatred in their hearts. Namor was a boy of ten and two, barely old enough to grasp the responsibilities he’d inherited in his birth, but strong enough already to understand the gravity of the situation in front of him.  

The hatred that burned in his heart mirrored the flames he’d set to his mother’s homelands, his homeland, which had become a falsity so grand that he could no longer contain the rage within him. It was a wound that wouldn’t heal, a festering cesspool of a memory that would play in his mind for years afterwards. This day would go down in his people’s history as the day the boy-king became a man. 

From a young age, laying his mother to rest was something Namor knew he was going to have to do, but no amount of time could have prepared him for the overwhelming heartbreak he felt as he laid her down in her final resting place. He remained by her side, content to sit with her body for as long as he pleased, but he knew he would eventually have to return to Talokan.  

All the while, an unfamiliar set of eyes peeked at him through the brush. You would not reveal yourself to him, not quite yet. This moment, as important as it was to Namor’s moral compass and the man he would grow to be, was not a moment you felt the need to share with him. You had travelled through time and space to be here, at present-day Namor’s request, and you would not interfere with this moment.  

The young Namor, the one that was blissfully unaware of your presence, knelt down and whispered his last goodbyes to the woman who raised him. You remained in your kneeling position amongst the greenery, unwilling to move until you were sure Namor had gone. When the last of his people returned to the sea, you stood, shaking the ache from your knees.  

You tapped into your power, the warm hum traveling through your body as you focused on returning to the present, to your home where Namor was likely waiting for you. It was only a snap of your fingers, a quick blink of your eyes, and suddenly you were in familiar territory again.  

The walls around you were filled to the brim with Namor’s art, painted over the centuries. They told the story of him, showcasing different memories that he deemed important. The first one, the one you’d just returned from visiting, was a small painting of his mother, lying in her shallow grave.  

“How was it, my love?” Namor’s voice carried from the above water chambers you shared, his voice so warm and deep that he might as well have been standing right next to you.  

You peeked your head around the corner, spying his relaxed form in his favorite armchair. You had spent hours there, wrapped in his warm embrace. It was your favorite place to be, too.  

You scurried forward, eager to take your designated spot in his lap. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his protective hold. You looked down at him, placing a soft kiss on his brow before cupping his cheeks.  

“It was informative, my King. I can see why you were so angry when we met.” You stroked his cheeks with your thumbs in an attempt to soothe the ache.  

“I spent many years after that day consumed with vengeance. It was only when I met you that I learned I still had the capacity to love.”  

“I’m sorry, my love, for the hurt humans have caused your people throughout the years.” You winced at the thought of Namor consumed by anything but love. 

“Don’t apologize, in yakunaj. You will see the man I became to protect my people, and you will see me as my enemies saw me. I did not know mercy for a very long time, and I fear you will not like the man I thought I had to be.” 

“I will always love you, K’uk’ulkan. Nothing,” you gripped his jaw for emphasis, “will ever change that.”  

Namor gripped your hand, pressing his lips into your knuckles. “I am undeserving of it, but I will accept it anyways, pixan. I am greedy like that.”  

He smiled, and your heart warmed at the sight. At one point, it had been decades since a smile had graced his beautiful face, so you always cherished the smiles he sent you, even if you got to see it all the time now. 

“Where am I going next?” You asked, glancing at the wall of art.  

“To our favorite place to hide away, before it was ours.” He nodded to a small, somewhat hidden section of the wall that had always been one of your favorites. You grinned in response. 

- 

Namor looked over the landscape in front of him, a little envious of the humans that got to see it every day. The view his hiding spot offered was a spectacular array of gold and red, surrounded by lakes and rivers, and if he didn’t have a million things waiting for him back at home, he might want to appreciate it more. The sea was his home, but he couldn’t help the desire to explore the surface every once in a while.  

Home. The empire he had built with his bare hands. Hidden from the world, protected from human interference. Namor was proud of his people and what they had achieved, but he had spent so many years fueled by anger that he feared he may have forgotten the beauty of living along the way. He was lonely, and he could not let this weakness lead his people into their graves. This hiding place was a respite from all of that, but the loneliness tended to follow him here.  

A sharp buzzing interrupted his thoughts, and he swung around, ready to defend himself. A being, no – a woman, stepped into the clearing. Namor studied her. A human? No. He could feel the power drumming in her veins, and he tried to make sense of her human-looking face. A threat? Maybe.  

You raised your hands in an innocent gesture. “I’m not here to hurt you.” 

Namor couldn’t stop the chuckle from leaving his throat. No one, no one, could hurt him.  

“Who are you?” He pointed his spear at your heart, ready to drive it deep in your chest at the slightest movement.  

You murmured your name. “We’ve met before.” 

“I think I would remember meeting you.” His brow furrowed. 

“Not yet, I mean. It won’t happen for another few centuries.” 

Namor’s confusion grew, and you reached towards your sleeve, rolling it up a few inches. The bracelet Namor had given you was tied around your wrist, and you held it up for his inspection. He balked. That was his mother’s bracelet, and he knew for a fact that it was tucked away in a safe space, miles under the sea.  

“You gave it to me a few years ago. You sent me here, K’uk’ulkan, many years in the future. It’s hard to explain.” You scratched the back of your neck. “The paintings on your cavern walls tell a story, and he, you, wanted me to experience them with him, er, you. Is this making any sense?”  

Namor eyed you carefully but lowered his spear.  

“I feel your power, deep in here,” he gestured to his chest, “but I do not understand it. It’s different from mine.”  

You smiled and lifted your hand, allowing a tiny sliver of your power to form into a ball in your palm. A stark yellow lit the clearing. The orb pulsed with power, and Namor took a step forward. Present-day Namor was also enamored with the way your power manifested and loved watching you create different shapes with it in your palm.  

Namor stepped closer, watching the orb float in the space above your hand.  

“How?” He asked, flicking his gaze up at you.  

“You will understand it, one day, in yakunaj.” You fell into your natural pattern with him, even though the man standing in front of you was centuries away from the man you knew and loved.  

Namor startled at your ability to speak his language so easily, and then inhaled sharply when he realized what you had just called him. He knew he should’ve been hightailing it home by now. This display of power could mean trouble for his people, and it was his duty to protect them, but the gentle caress of your power in his chest rooted him to the spot. His curiosity always did get the best of him.  

“You speak my language?” He asked in his mother tongue, too enthralled with you to worry about the rules he was breaking by doing so.  

You nodded, watching as the power faded back into your hand. “I know many languages.” 

“We are...together in your time?” He asked, looking over you again.  

“Yes. We are bonded, though that probably doesn’t mean anything to you right now. It will, one day.” You paused. “I must return to my time.” You gestured towards the forest, even though you didn’t technically have to move your body anywhere to jump forward in time.  

“Will I see you again? Before we officially meet?” He asked, taking a step closer to you.  

“Would you like to see me again?” You returned, tilting your head curiously.  

“Yes.” Namor said bluntly.  

“Then you will see me again, in yakunaj.” 

In a flash, you were gone, and Namor spent a long moment staring at the spot you had been standing in moments before. He wondered how long he would have to wait to see you again and hoped it wouldn’t be too long of a wait. 

- 

Namor waited decades for you, searching for you in every face he came across. His cousin and closest confidante, Namora, didn’t miss the excitement buzzing under his skin every time he had to leave for the surface. He finally told her of your existence after years of holding the secret close to his heart. She was cautious, warning him of the surface dweller’s wrongdoings, but he couldn’t think of you in the same way that he thought of them. You were different, gentler, and he spent the vast majority of his free time thinking about you.  

The night that you finally reappeared was a night of celebration for his people. It was Winter Solstice – the one night of the year that his people freely travelled between the sea and the sand. It was always a huge party, but he had spent the majority of it stewing in his longing for you. He had almost convinced himself you were a dream of his when you appeared. 

You stood towards the back of the crowd, looking up at the stars. Namor’s heart thundered in his chest as he approached you, unsure of what to say to the person he had spent the last 80 years of his life longing to see. Fortunately, you spoke first, and he wondered if it was possible to fall in love with someone after only meeting them once.  

“There are so many stars here. The doesn't look like this anymore, where I’m from. The surface dwellers have many flaws, and I think that is probably their worst transgression.” 

Namor said the only thing that he could think of in response.  

“I missed you.”  

You smiled bashfully, turning to look at him for the first time in 80 years.  

“I know. Thank you for being patient, in yakunaj. I go where he sends me, and there is always a good reason for it.” 

“Is he...like me? I mean, are we the same, or do you see us as different people?”  

“That is a hard question. You are the same Namor I know, but you are also different. At your core, though, you are the same man that I love in my time.” 

You looked back at the sky, shifting your body to stand next to his. A somber expression formed on your face, and he couldn’t help but brush the back of his hand against yours.  

“What is it, ki'ichpanech?”  

“I want you to enjoy this night, in yakunaj, because you will not have another one this easy for a very long time.” 

A cold chill ran down Namor’s spine. The conviction in which you spoke left little room for denial, and he could not ignore the uneasy feeling building in his stomach.  

“What do you mean?” He finally asked, breathing deeply. 

“I mean,” you paused, linking your pinky in his, “he chose this moment for me to visit for a reason. I cannot tell you details, because even I do not know them, but you will have to face an unimaginable threat, and it will be very hard for you. I will not return until after the carnage, and I want you to enjoy tonight, because you will have a hard time enjoying anything for many years afterwards.” 

He looked out into the sea, processing your warning. He wasn’t aware of any threats to his people, but the pleading look in your eyes told him he would soon face horrors, maybe outright war.  

“How long will it be before I see you again?” He asked, taking your hand in his and lightly squeezing it.  

“Do not worry about such trivial things, in yakunaj. Everything will right itself in time.” 

Your tone left no room for argument, not that Namor would want to argue with you anyways. You tugged him further away from the crowd, turning to face him after the darkness had blanketed you from the light of the party. You rested your palms on his cheeks, pulling his forehead down and pressing it against yours.  

“Be strong, my King. You will be pushed beyond what you believe your strength to be, but do not let that break you. You are a force to be reckoned with, and you will do anything to protect your people. Remember your strength, and above all, remember that there is love in your heart, even if you cannot feel it yet.”  

You pushed your lips against his in a chaste motion. It was over before it had even begun, and when Namor opened his eyes, you were gone. Namor clutched his chest, attempting to remember the feeling of your body against his.  

Your warning rang true a few days later, when the borders of Talokan were breached for the first time in its history. The water surrounding the city remained a misty red for months afterward.  

- 

Namor pushed his spear deeper into the chest of the enemy King, finally ending the slaughter that had plagued him and his people for many years. The jungle around him rang with a silence so sickening that he fell to his knees. He hung his head low, exhausted from the fight. You had been right about everything, and the only thing that had kept him fighting for this moment of triumph was the speech you’d given him all those years ago.  

The guilt of his warrior’s deaths weighed heavily on his shoulders. It didn’t seem fair, that he would continue living after so many of his people had to mourn the loss of their family members. Their family members, who had died fighting his fight. The weight was almost too much to bear, and he was suddenly glad that he was alone.  

His people did not deserve to see his pity-party. He slammed his fists into the ground, letting out a brutish grunt. It was over, but his mind was still reeling. The sound of your soft footsteps brought him out of his rage. 

“You shouldn’t be here.” His voice was hoarse as he pleaded with you not to see him like this.  

“I am here, all the same.” You waved your hand in a nonchalant motion, lowering your body into a kneeling position in front of him.  

He couldn’t look at you. The awfulness of what he had done, of the person he had to become to defeat this threat was so far beneath you, and he couldn’t imagine anyone loving the broken man he had become. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes, and he squeezed them shut to stop them from falling.  

“You should go.” He pleaded with you, shaking his head at the thought of you being so close to the gory battlefield he had just fought on.  

“I will not leave you, in yakunaj, just as you would not leave me if our positions were switched.”  

You reached forward, gently wrapping your hands around his wrists. The steady drum of your power grounded his thoughts for a moment, and he prayed to the universe that your touch wouldn’t leave him. He didn’t move for what felt like hours, cherishing the warmth in his chest at having you so close to him after so long.  

“I cannot stand being apart from you like this.” He mumbled, head still hung low.  

“It is not for much longer, my King. One day, not so far in the future, we will be together.” 

“How much longer must I live with this torment of longing I feel when you’re gone?” 

You cupped his cheeks, swiping at the dirt and grime that coated his face with your thumbs.  

“Soon, my love. I promise.”  

You walked with him as he made his way back to the sea, the urge within him to return home too strong to deny any longer. There weren’t many words spoken between the two of you, but words didn’t seem necessary. You were here, and you were a gentle reminder that his future was bright, and that’s all that mattered to him at the moment.  

When Namor stepped onto the beach, the bobbing heads of Namora and Attuma a few hundred yards out at sea caught his eye. They would return to Talokan with the news that their King had come out triumphant, and that the war was officially over.  

You watched as their heads dipped below the surface before facing him.  

“I have been gone for too long. I must go.” Namor’s grip on your hands tightened, unwilling to let you go so soon.  

“Stay. Please stay.”  

You smiled warmly, bringing his knuckles to your lips. “I cannot, in yakunaj. I must return to the present. But I will leave you with a gift, so that you don’t forget me while I’m gone.”  

“I could never forget you, ki'ichpanech. Even if you don’t return for 1,000 years, I will still remember you.”  

You smiled, pulling your hands out of his. You cupped your palms together, tapping into your power until the yellow orb appeared, floating between the two of you.  

“Take this with you. It will shine brightly in Talokan. Bring your people the sun, K’uk’ulkan, after the dark times this war has brought with it.” You pushed the orb into his hands, releasing the speck of power from your being.  

Namor gasped, shaking his head. “I cannot do that. This is yours.” He tried to push it back into your chest, but you wouldn’t accept it.  

“It will be mine again, one day, in yakunaj. Until then, let it guide your people. Let it guide your heart.”  

Namor looked at you, wide eyed. The orb floated around his body, refusing to move further than a few inches from his skin.  

“I do not know what to say, ki'ichpanech, other than that I am undeserving of this gift.”  

“You will take it anyway,” you say, patting the area of his chest near his heart. Your hand lingered on his skin, and he could not stop himself from crashing his lips into yours. You smiled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. He held you tightly against his body, arms wrapped fully around your waist in a tight embrace.  

You pulled away, gently cradling his face. “Stay safe, my King. I will see you soon.”  

Namor stumbled forward in your sudden absence, and he couldn’t help the frustrated grunt he let out. Soon had better be soon, or he’d start scouring the Earth for signs of you.  

- 

Namor had not expected to see you so soon. It had only been a few years since your last encounter, and after the enormous stints of time between your previous meetings, he had not expected you for another few decades. An enormous eruption from the sea had beckoned him far from Talokan, the furthest he’d been from his home in years. 

Something was different this time. Unlike your previous appearances, where you’d appeared seemingly out of thin air, this time you were accompanied by a small group of people. Your hair was disheveled, and it looked like you and the people around you had been fighting something, something huge.  

He rushed onto the beach towards you. If there was a threat to you, he’d eliminate it faster than you could blink. It wasn’t so much a choice, but more of an instinct. He stumbled forward when he felt the full brunt of power between you and your friends.  

Oh. They were like you.  

Your friends stiffened when they noticed him, but your smile was the only thing he could focus on as he made his way towards you. This felt different because it was different. You weren’t here from your present. This was the present, and he was about to officially meet you. He was suddenly glad you hadn’t told him the details of your first meeting because he hadn’t had time to grow anxious about it.  

You met him halfway across the beach, jumping into his arms when you got close enough to reach him. He pulled you into a hug, wondering if he could get away with never letting go of you again. 

“I would say it’s nice to meet you, but we’ve met before, ki'ichpanech.” He mumbled into your ear. 

“Yes, we have.” You let out a light laugh, planting a kiss on his cheek.  

Namor’s brow furrowed as he tried to figure out how this version of you could know who he was, or how you would know about your previous meetings since they technically hadn’t happened yet. He shook his head. The thought of it gave him a headache, and he wasn’t going to try and figure that one out on his own.  

“You are here to stay, right?” He asked, hopeful.  

“Yes, in yakunaj, I’m here to stay.”  

Namor kissed you sweetly, arms still wrapped around you. He wouldn’t be letting go of you for a while, and you seemed perfectly okay with that.  

- 

When you stumbled back into the present for the final time, Namor was stretched out in the bed you shared with him. It was late, much later than you had intended on being, and you opened your mouth to explain your absence before realizing that Namor would remember the encounter with you, and likely already understood why you had been gone for so long. You crawled into the bed next to him, pressing a kiss into his bare shoulder before cuddling into his side. 

“Now you have seen me at my worst.” Namor’s voice was a hushed whisper against the late hour.  

“I love you, even at your worst, in yakunaj.” You responded in an equally hushed tone.  

He pulled you closer, angling his body so that he could wrap you into a hug, and you shuttered against him. He was always so warm, and never once complained about how cold your skin was.  

“You are my greatest inspiration, ki'ichpanech. You are my strength and my love. My people are very lucky to have you as their queen. I cannot express the love I have for you in here.” He tapped his chest, resting his head on the top of yours.  

“You are an unbelievable sap, Namor.” You chuckled, nuzzling your face into his chest. “I love you even more for it, though.”

End Note: I really really love how this came out. I hope you enjoyed it! Either way, thank you for reading!

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Hello, long time follower just on other platforms and I love your work. I am currently getting my Masters in Comics and Graphic Novels, and do tell me if this an inappropriate question but how much do you make? Like a month doing comics and art? Also what do you do on a day to day basis? I'm worried about my future after I graduate.

Thank you so much! This is a great question, and I wish more people would be candid about answering it because I'd like creators to demand more money. This will be a very long post! Keep reading if you're interested. MASSIVE info dump below.

I think earnings in comics and books can look wildly different for almost every creator, and it depends on a lot of things. With that in mind, I make a slightly different amount every year. I view my finances mostly through page rates, contracted projects, and passive-ish income. Because I'm terrible at math, I'm just going to tell you how much I make per contracted projects, plus some relevant information in terms of Life Stuff. This will be very long, and I will highlight some important details that people maybe don't like to talk about very much.

Please also bear in mind that I live in Minnesota, away from all my major publishers and editors who are situated on the coasts, so my cost of living is much more manageable.

Background: Building a Foundation (2012-2018)

I graduated from college in 2012 and lived with my parents until 2018. I did not have to pay rent or worry about food, so I got to save up a lot of money to invest in developing as an artist–paying for printing zines, making merch, travel to conventions, table costs, and secure hotel accommodations. This helped enormously, and I would not have been able to spend six years developing my portfolio and connecting with comics peers and professionals without my parents. They were very supportive, even if they had no idea that I was developing professionally as an artist (LOL, they're very proud of me now, but they truly just thought I was being a weird internet gremlin the whole time). They're also not wealthy people by any means. My parents immigrated to the US in their 20s as refugees with absolutely no money and one baby (it me, I am the baby), but they each became pretty successful small-business owners in their own right and were able to help put me through school with minimal debt, even through the financial crisis in the late aughts.

I started making art in 2012-ish as well, but only semi-professionally, and barely on purpose. I was employed full-time in a non-art job between 2013 and 2018 at a local non-profit that specialized in pediatric therapy. I occupied a role as their front office person/corporate assistant. I made about 40k a year at that job, with benefits, and I made a negligible amount of money doing art and making comics. I should also note that throughout this time, I was working 40 hours a week at my day job, commuting between 2-4 hours a day depending on the weather (my commute was an hour for each direction in good weather and up to three hours if it snowed), and then working on comics for 3-4 hours in the evening, every evening. This meant that I would frequently be working anywhere between 65-85 hours a week for five years, and I do not recommend this! I burned out pretty bad! I didn't go to art school or learn about comics, either, so I felt like I had to spend time building my portfolio to make up for lost time. I didn't even know I wanted to make comics until maybe two years after I graduated from undergrad.

I did manage to build a nice portfolio and connect with people who were making the sort of work I liked to make, so the portfolio-building did help. I posted regularly online in different platforms and steadily grew an audience over the years via Tumblr (heyyy!) Instagram (which I personally loathe), Patreon (stressful, but necessary and also getting more comfortable to use!), and Twitter (which I have very mixed feelings about, but I'll miss it if it dies). I did a few short comics with writers whose work I admired. The Fresh Romance Anthology in 2015 was my first major published work, and it was with writer Marguerite Bennett, who remains one of my absolute favorite people. I was so inexperienced at the time, and she would check in with me to make sure I got paid for my work, and then she would follow up with everyone responsible if I was not properly compensated. Not everybody is this on-the-ball about making sure their colleagues are treated well, and she absolutely set the bar for me going forward.

Doing It For Real + Some Numbers (2018-2021)

In 2018, I put together a pitch document for The Magic Fish (if you'd like to see my pitch document, here is a Dropbox link to it! It's just a book report for a book that doesn't exist yet, and I hope you find it helpful if you need it), shopped around for an agent, and found one I'm very happy with (Kate McKean at Morhaim! She's amazing! She runs a newsletter where she gives you the lowdown on how the publishing industry works, so if you're interested in Books, you can check out her writing over at Agents and Books). Then my agent shopped the pitch around to editors and publishers, and Random House Graphic won out. Also, every time she negotiates a contract for me in my home market (the US), she gets 15% cut, which is entirely worth it to me. She does so much. It's incredible.

Random House Graphic's offer wound up being for two books at $45k each, with pretty standard royalty rates, I think around 10% in general, though there are stipulations around royalties that I can't remember off the top of my head (and also bear in mind that you do not earn royalties until your book sales have earned out your advance, and not all published books earn out). To me, this is a lot of money! BUT the graphic novel took two full years to make, so that $45k needed to last me until 2020, which is not livable if you're on you're own. Also, the advance is paid out in chunks at certain milestones of project completion. I'd get a few thousand at a time for the script, another few for the thumbnails, more for the inks, and on and on until the book is done. I would not start to get paid for the second book until I started working on it.

Earlier in 2018, I'd moved in with my partner, so we managed paying the bills and groceries together. Luckily for me, I had also completed a full tarot deck as a separate personal art project to help build my confidence as an illustrator, and my agent sold the tarot deck project (The Star Spinner Tarot) to a different publisher for a $15k advance, so I had some extra wiggle room in 2018. I quit my day job because this was a rare instance in which a book deal provided me with enough money to live on making art, with the caveat that I shared financial responsibilities with my partner. By this time, my Patreon, which I started back in 2015 I think, was also earning anywhere between $800-$1000 a month, which was really great semi-passive income. I'd post process shots and WIPs a couple times a week, and that really helped from month to month.

In 2020, The Magic Fish was published and got a lot of really lovely press. It debuted on the Indie Best-Seller list, and it got pretty popular in schools and libraries. Suddenly, my responsibilities expanded to also being a public speaker (side note: if you make a book about topics of some academic interest, make a generic powerpoint presentation about it now! I'm so serious!). I stopped tabling at conventions (the pandemic), but I would also be paid for speaking gigs in between. I'm not an enormously in-demand public speaker, so I usually asked for an honorarium of about $500 from schools and institutions for online appearances, though I'm about to ask for a lot more because it's cutting into a lot of the time I need to make comics and hit my deadlines. As people are more comfortable meeting in person, I usually ask for a speaking fee of at least $1500, and it must be after they've already taken care of my travel and accommodations. I'm not very well versed in the standards for speaking fees for debut authors, so this might not be standard! It's just my best estimation of the value of my time and effort for that instance.

Speaking of comics and deadlines, I sometimes take on smaller projects for DC (you might have seen these) and Marvel (shhh it's not been announced yet), and the page rates for those, as they've paid me, are usually as follows: $90 per page for writing ($45 for plotting and $45 for scripting), $160 for pencils per page, and $90 for inking per page. I've never colored or lettered, so I don't know those rates. I do regularly talk to other writers and artists, and the rates for writers are all over the place and seem to depend on whether you've signed an exclusive contract with either of those companies. I don't know what a contracted penciller or inker is paid by them, or if that's even a thing that happens? I also sometimes do comics cover work, and I usually charge between $1200 and $1500. I tend to charge a bit more for covers these days because I personally don't like doing covers all that much.

Starting to Reap the Benefits Maybe? (2021-2022)

In 2021, I started getting royalty checks for both Star Spinner Tarot and The Magic Fish. These payments will vary wildly, and I think they will naturally peter off as time goes on, and I'll need to make more books and projects. In both cases, I was surprised. I think at one point a random check hit my bank account for like $20k and I nearly fainted, but some of the other royalty checks will be much more modest. This process of getting paid is also immensely eased by having a good agent! I cannot stress this enough!

Then both the Star Spinner Tarot and The Magic Fish got foreign language licenses, and those come with small advances of their own, each between $2k and $3k, from what I can recall, with varying royalty rates depending on the publisher who acquired those rights. Those royalty rates are, in my limited experience, more modest than my American publisher's, come to around 7% or 8%. The Star Spinner Tarot got an official French edition, and The Magic Fish has been licensed for publication in Italian, French, Korean, Brazilian Portuguese, and Spanish so far.

Since 2021, I've also signed on to draw two more graphic novels for other people, and my agent is able to demand higher advances for me, even when I'm only doing the drawing part.

My Day-to-Day

I think that's about as comprehensive as I can be about numbers. On a daily basis, my schedule depends on whether I'm writing or drawing. Graphic novels are long projects. I'll be writing for months at a time and then drawing for even more months or even years after. I spend a lot of time answering emails for speaking requests, and my agent will sometimes pass along emails about legitimate project requests (another advantage of having an agent is I don't have to sift through scam emails or shady collaborators). I spend way more time answering emails and trying to iron out my calendar than I'd like.

I'm currently working on my second graphic novel for Random House Graphic, and I'm extremely excited about it.

Another thing I've learned is that I like to bounce between projects, but they have to be between a paid project and a personal project. If I'm juggling paid projects, I get overwhelmed and stressed. If I can work on a paid project and then also make personal art, I can feel some relief and maintain a positive relationship with my work. If you can ever get to a point where you can manage to do this, I highly recommend it. I never want to hate making comics, and this balance of personal-to-paid projects helps me keep loving the work.

Closing Thoughts

My only hesitation in talking candidly about all this is that I'm not sure my professional trajectory is applicable for most people. I think I've had a uniquely positive experience once I got off the ground, and I know most people's journeys are very much not this smooth. In a lot of ways, I got very lucky. And along the way I had help, especially before I got my foot firmly in the door. I don't think I make stratospherically high amounts of money, but I know this is still an atypically stable amount for a lot of artists and authors. And even so, I anticipate that some years will be better or worse than others.

Obviously, I couldn’t cover absolutely everything, but my hope is that this will be a good starting point for you to figure out what you need to plan for the future. Best of luck! Thank you for your question! I’m sorry it’s so long.

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• 中耒田悠真 / Your Fucking Cat!

Living in inner cities usually tend to be quieter, away from traffic, busy life. You've lived your whole life in that sleepy seaside town in Japan, where nothing tended to go out of the ordinary, where you lived your life normally as a student and part-time worker. But nothing that an atypical cat and his insufferable owner can't make everything hell in your life for the next month.

Contain: afab!reader // Enemies to lovers // slow burn // neighbor Yuma// Biker Yuma

Warnings: Cursing// making out/ eventual smut // fight // threats// mention of alcohol// minor do not interact // unprotected sex// oral// Yuma it's a little obsessed

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Author: it's a long time since my last post, I missed you guys a lot, I want to apologize for my dissappear and I hope you all enjoy this ♡ English it's not my first language so may have some grammatical errors, I'll read again later and proofread properly, also feedbacks are apreciate

I - The cat

You didn't hate cats in general, you've never been the type to hate animals, not least because you've had some throughout your life, even if at that specific moment you didn't have any. But that cat needed to look like it had a serious problem with you, almost personally, as if for some reason it had been trained in this kind of art. Your house was never a den or attraction for any type of animal, whether domestic or not, you had been living there for a few months since your parents moved, so everything still didn't seem to fit, even more so to raise a new pet.

you also started to want to learn new habits, after so many years of your life as a person who barely leaves the house, you began to understand that you should open the windows more during the day, to ventilate the house and not give you that feeling of abandonment constant you felt after your parents moved to another city. it sounded like a great idea anyway, you felt more motivated to study, even to do your homework and also to do housework more often.

It all started subtle, the first time you saw the white cat he was in your backyard, he was casually hunting some birds and the general problem was not him making your backyard a private bathroom, but the curiosity to know where the cat came from took on a great proportion when he learned to invade your house through the windowsill that faced the kitchen. The mess he starts to make trying to steal food and then finally the stage where he breaks into your room and starts stealing your things, including your makeup and socks, which you know you'll never see the pair again.

From there his mission began, to find this cat, where he lived and who he belonged to, so that he could end that problem once and for all, or at least find your lost objects. But it wasn't an easy task, the cat usually doesn't appear by default, most of the time he's always appearing, coming out of random rooms making you think that it could be some kind of hallucination. In the end, it was up to you to keep your eyes very sharp because you couldn't bear to lose your things to a mischievous animal.

Some neighbors mentioned some hypotheses when you occasionally mentioned the problem with this cat, saying that it was not common to have stray animals there and that even if it was the description of the animal, it implied that it was not there because it was looking for food or shelter of something, so it turned out that you couldn't get anywhere. that same week you didn't see him either, but even though he was attentive he seemed to understand that he was being watched, since he didn't even show any signs of life, because of that you ended up letting it go at that moment, you already had too many things to worry about.

II - Nakakita

you spent the whole morning on a process, in addition to your ordinary activities you had this damn plan that you spent the entire last morning replanning, after all you were still interested in knowing where the animal came from and you were absolutely sure that it would resurface at any moment. Soon the attentive eyes in each and every room in the house were a mere detail, from today's date that should not pass. all the windows in the room were open, you were at your computer doing some work when the figure of the white cat appeared, it took you a few seconds to notice its presence, but it was inevitable when he jumped to your desk and from there pulled one of your socks Brazenly, he swore he was being subtle as he moved, but in your peripheral vision you saw everything, ready to capture him for good.

you were about to move when he started running and you, as a hopeful act of getting this resolved, ran following him to the exit of the house.

you followed him without a second thought. dropped the computer and onto the bed and started running out of the room, the cat went down the hall and into the living room, you did the same route trying to keep up, but already starting to lose pace with him. the cat advanced through the living room window and you took the way through the exit door, stopping a second before putting on your slippers, it took a few seconds of you looking from side to side in search of the feline. until you saw him following the sidewalk on the right side, you shouted for him as if you were a thief and desperately started to run through the empty neighborhood, also in the way you could since the animal ran a few good steps ahead.

When the run started to get tiring was when you noticed that you had run a block after that damned cat, this one that had already fled from your eyes, ran somewhere, and at that moment your body gave in to tiredness and you forced yourself to stop , the unbearable heat made your body sweat and in a flash you could see the cat cross with the sock in its mouth into a house, casually, through the front door and then disappear. Perfect! You could finally put an end to this hell that had been your life for the last few weeks. With hope and confidence that he would finally be able to have some peace in his quiet life.

You walked to the garden, still out of breath, the letterbox clearly marked with the last name Nakakita, you sighed softly, took a deep breath when remembering that it was the family you repeatedly heard some neighbors complain about misbehavior, not the whole family in general, but from the only son who recurrently shows the lack of manners with the others, well, it was up to you to try to create some sympathy and get your stuff back.

They were also the kind of rich family on the block, the ones with the biggest and most expensive house, even if rarely seen. the providers were almost anonymous, uncommunicative and you would really like to have something to say, but all you had in your power was what you heard from others out there and the only thing you would want was to ensure that their pet stopped haunting the your life.

You walked along the stone path, stopped in front of the wooden door and rang the bell, your tired body showing the abandonment that almost made you go back home, but that in the desperate and unpresentable act you were there for the sake of a good coexistence. which was right to point out, you wouldn't want to get in trouble with anyone, let alone people with such high status.

The door opened suddenly, the cat was on the boy's lap with a confused expression. The time it took you to shoot the cat with your eyes, was the same time it took that boy to analyze you from head to toe, the slipper, the pajamas, the tired sweaty face, the tangled hair, all of this was tattooed on his eyelids what directed a somewhat mocking smile from his lips, there you already understood what kind of spoiled boy you were about to deal with.

"May I help? " A tone came out from under him, as if the problem there was you for disturbing his and the feline's day.

"Ah... I came here to ask you to be able to don't know, put protection screen in your house, your cat is invading my house and stealing my things " You tried to be cordial, even if it didn't seem like it, you know your reasoning had already abandoned you "I'd also like to ask for my stuff back…everything he stole, please."

A dead silence grew, the expression of mockery seemed to grow in it, which made you frown and then take a step back, hoping that was a beginning of apology and problem solving. But deep down you already knew no, the look of someone who dared say something to annoy you was clear.

"If you have a problem with Shiro, then you should leave your doors and windows closed... I can't interfere with his freedom" The boy left a simple caress over the cat's white fur and then sighed putting him on the ground, like this the feline started to rub himself on his legs. "He's a good cat, I'm sure he's just coming in to play with you, he would never steal anything."

It cost you a lot to believe that he was serious, it didn't seem like a plausible comment and you didn't even know how to get around the situation because it seemed obvious that he didn't care about your request dearly. you needed to take a deep breath to compose yourself, to understand that it wouldn't be smart for you to act like you were about to explode, even if the other one started asking for it at that point.

"So you're telling me it's my problem? " You asked

"Exactly, no one but you seems bothered so you should solve it yourself " He replied "Do you have anything else to say?"

The way he looked completely nonchalant made your blood boil in dimensions you'd never felt before.

"Are your parents at home" You ask again

"Why do you want to know ?"He asks

"Because I want to talk to them" You answer

"You don't have to, I already gave you the solution, solve it yourself" he continues.

"Do you really want to make our life difficult?"You question

"You who are making your own life difficult, now if you'll excuse me, I need to go"

And then he simply closed the door, without any warning, without any education and you stayed there, planted, not understanding how you would do it then, if it was pertinent protection screen your house, and then the realization that then it would be war, between you and the damn cat owner, because until that was resolved, neither of you would have peace and you weren't willing to change your lifestyle because of an animal that wasn't yours.

III- The Beach

"His name is Yuma, from Koga's group who lives causing headaches to the neighborhood people" Euijoo said with the glasses lying on his face, this one that he adjusted with his fingers, thus directing attention to the cell phone next to him move in a relaxed way, as if this whole issue wasn't causing enough headaches. " Although Koga is not a problem, others will not always be too"

koga definitely not, once it used to be someone close to him, when younger, your mother and his mother were school friends so you could say with all the words that he was someone docile enough. however very impartial, he would never be able to question his own friend for the shitty behavior they has with people, unfortunately, he wasn't useful to you at all.

"Damn it, how can he say it's my problem if it's his fucking cat? Are you aware of the damage? He's stealing everything!" You rubbed lipstick over your lips and then checked your appearance in the mirror " It's not going to look like this."

"Certainly, a waste of time, you should just put protection screens, you won't lose anything with it " Ej rolled his eyes and turned away from the screen to your vision in the mirror, this one that was already staring at him with indignation " besides an amount Of money"

"I won't give in, if you had seen how he treated me " You grumbled and then got up looking at the time on the phone "not to mention that the cat is not mine…I have no responsibility."

"So it turns out we're not going anywhere…it's just a debate to see who throws the most tantrum"he gets up bored, stretches his back and waits for you to finish.

"Honestly…I don't have anything else to declare" Without much more debate you left, for the first time to unwind some mutual friends called you to some kind of social party close by the beach, same as usual, drink beer, talk, nothing too much and at first everything was great, you managed to forget about the cat story while discussing the latest gossip around the small town you live in.

The weather was very pleasant, there weren't that many people and despite the relatively loud sound, Euijoo managed to find somewhere close to the sand, along with his car. You were now on the passenger seat, the door open and a pleasant conversation, making you laugh again and again as you remembered random moments that ended up happening in college during the last week before the holidays.

Then the troupe appeared, seven people with a very specific appearance, but which you didn't bother to meet, besides Koga with the same figure as every other party and the hot owner who caught you from afar with that smug face. He seemed desperate for that, even though you had no further contact with him besides, it seems he tattooed your face so that every time he saw you he could create that extremely heavy mood.

Your clear discomfort turned your attention to the other side when they started to arrive and greet everyone and without any question showed sympathy, the circle grew considerably when everyone started talking and in a way you avoided any possible eye contact with Yuma, due to the discomfort of the more resolved situation and the fact that he was just looking for the opportunity to say something.

Genuinely, it wasn't his intention to touch on anything, because everything already seemed pretty clear on both sides, so all that lack of sensitivity of yours due to the fact that he was so rude to you even without knowing you made you believe that, yes, he was completely capable of doing much worse, so your intention was to leave without a fuss. But like nothing in your life seems simple so you moved to leave the voice from the bottom of your soul cut the subject

"Where are you going?" Koga, the face of someone who was ready to add fuel to the fire, you knew him well enough to understand where that would lead, even because those dark eyes hardly showed anything " did something happen…?"

"Leave y/n alone, the story of the cat still seems to hurt their feelings" Yuma commented, letting the silence disturb between you two again.

"The problem is not the cat, the problem is the imbecile owner who doesn't know how to take care of him" You replied with the anger that had already accumulated since the last week "and I don't need to justify why I want to leave"

"I know how to take care of my cat, now I can't do anything about his adventures inside your house " He continued "I already said that it's not my problem"

"Certainly not, maybe I should fix it and disappear with the cat " You released the last sentence and before any plausible threat you left Yuma without the chance to return the answer and left. And for obvious reasons he sneered at the futile threat of saying he'd put an end to that cat without definitely meaning to, you just wanted some peace of mind.

obviously you ended up not going home alone, some time alone was enough to clear up, you always hated feeling subjugated and this way of yuma approaching you is something that sounds very offensive despite the very little coexistence, you were trying to deal with it in a good way, but he insisted this kind of behavior and you hate it.

IV - The Necklace

You had already been looking for your necklace for hours, a gift from the family, more specifically from your mother, she had given it to you as a present for your 16th birthday and you carelessly took it off so you could take a shower, making sure you would be on top of the desk. But as soon as you left the bathroom you noticed that it was no longer there, causing an incessant search for the necklace, both in the room and in the whole house, that was already getting on your nerves, you really didn't want to have to make an effort and go to the yuma's house, but you didn't have any other choice, Shiro could only have stolen it and in a way you still had the pretense if you confronted him

you move again, it was almost night when you started walking towards the nakakita's house, an absurd silence, nothing very inviting, but it was no more than five minutes walking until you reached that specific house, entering the stone road and stop in front of the door, where the bell rang. Again he received you, this time more casually than he usually shows, yuma was certainly focused on something else when he realized that it was you at his door.

"What now?" this one said

"not to interrupt, but I want my necklace back, and I know it's in there somewhere" you answered his question briefly, trying your best not to get into so many arguments " would you please fix this… or I will have to report you."

yuma seemed very surprised by the way, normally he would have a quick answer, but before calculating any syllables he just pushed the door for you to enter

"enter and look for yourself then " yuma said with some disdain. you looked at him suspiciously and then you shrugged, entering the house slowly, paying attention to every expensive detail that house contained, from the wooden floors to the color of the ceiling, the style of decoration, a perfectly organized house, it was like if no one lived there " if you can find something I'll give my arm to cheer"

"I will, I think it's good to start thinking about your apology" you turned to him, in a smug smile and then looked around again "where is your room?"

"You won't go in there" yuma said

"So it means it's there " you countered, making him roll his eyes and then walk inside, following the corridor on the right and going to the end, where his room was. you followed him, not forgetting that now it looked like someone lived there, the room a bit messy, like someone who spends so much time trapped , food packaging and an infernal mess, at this moment you regretted having agreed to go in to look for it "it is serious?"

"What? it was you who asked…I'm not responsible for anything" he said leaning against the doorframe, smiling right after.

"I don't know who I hate more, I swear, Yuma, fix this fucking cat, and find a way to return my necklace, or I'll kill you two" the threat was clear, Yuma's eyes sparkled in happiness, he knew you wouldn't be able to do anything but swear, but he was starting to like your hot temper.

"Don't make me laugh, y/n" he replied in his passive-aggressive way "you love to joke, but I already made it clear that I'm not going to do anything about Shiro, if it wasn't like that in the past, it won't be like that now"

you took a deep breath, pulling all the air you had out of your lungs, the eye contact was intense, the hostile atmosphere showed how much you were willing to give yuma a good punch in the face, but contained everything within yourself so as not to end up being arrested.

"I already warned you, I want my things as soon as possible or I'll denounce you." you turned around again, following to the exit of yuma's house

"Don't forget to knock on the door!" he shouted from the end of the corridor and you did the favor, slamming the door before returning to your residence, with ready tears of hate, running down your face, thinking that thanks to yuma and that cat now an important gift had been lost.

V- Missing cat

Since the unfortunate occurrence no more than a few days had passed, everything was pretty calm by the way, the threat seemed to have worked when the cat stopped appearing, even though you didn't get your belongings back still your life was getting back to normal, everything seemed have settled in and you would never deal with yuma's presence in your life again. What was happiness, everything perfect, far from the arts of that animal. The day was very sunny, bringing a good feeling, the rest in your living room and then the bell rang and without waiting for your answer they started knocking incessantly, with the urgency of being answered you got up and went to the door, opening it and wish it was a demon, a thief, you'd be less nervous than having to deal with Yuma's enraged face.

"Where's my cat? I swear I'm capable of kill you now" The threat sounded genuine, which left you with a question mark over your head.

"Have you gone mad for good? What the fuck?" You didn't understand, nothing had happened for days and that was why?

"You were very clear in implying that you were going to disappear with my cat, give him to me now or I'll call the police for you!" the tone of voice began to rise in an absurd way

"Fuck you, Yuma, did you really think I was going to disappear with the cat? What's your problem?" you questioned genuinely, even if irritated "I'm the one who should call the police"

"I want my cat now!" Yuma acted like a spoiled child, when he invaded his house and started searching for his cat "Shiro!"

You followed him without understanding, if that was what he considered plausible then you would let him break face. What exactly happened, you were wasting time fighting and he, apparently, was paying with his poison, even if he didn't wish the animal harm, could wish Yuma's harm, even a little

"Did you even notify the neighborhood? I warned you that something could go wrong" You said while he went through your room looking for the cat. literally going through everything as if you had stolen the most expensive jewel in the world, apparently it was becoming a habit to go through each other's house

"No, you said you were going to put an end to him" He replied stopping what he was doing to look at you "so I know who's to blame for that."

"I said I should, not that I would, are you stupid?" You rolled your eyes, crossed your arms in front of your body and in an accelerated radius he approaches to be able to put you against the frame leaving you in a very confused expression, he was so panting that he started to scare you, it looked like he had run a marathon before getting there " Excuse me ?"

"I want my cat and you will help me find it" He threatened

"What if I don't want to? Apparently it's not my problem " You whispered by the bold proximity he took returning in kind, making it clear that he wasn't going to leave your residence for nothing

"Then we are going to have a very big problem. That cat costs more than you and this whole house, you don't want to pay compensation or even end up in jail, do you? It's good to start helping" Yuma at this point didn't seem scary in general, you could see a certain desperation in his eyes, maybe a very implicit plea and a way of saying that he needs to solve that and he would be capable of anything to solve it . " or I'll make a point of spreading the word to the neighborhood that you mistreat my cat"

"you what?" you asked "are you crazy?"

"I'm serious!" and indeed he was, you could see the expression in his eyes, making it clear that he would do anything to get that animal back, and you were the target.

"Okay, but only because I need to prove that I wasn't the one who stole your cat" You said walking away, following the path out of your room.

It was already very late when you started looking, in a silent truce, you still felt the heavy mass, but you limited yourself to giving time to the few hours of daylight looking for the cat, going to places where you two could consider he was or went through. Yuma said at some point that they were all keeping an eye on the cat, that if by chance they had any sign he would be immediately notified. Your tired feet again gave no truce, you and Yuma wander with some caution through the places, imagining where the cat could be safely, even if at that time it seemed strange that he had disappeared so suddenly.

"I didn't steal it, just making it clear…"You were sighing low looking under some cars that were parked on the street, but without much success, walking normally back to Yuma who was walking ahead.

"I know" He replied a little more centered, look straight ahead, in fact he seemed way out of his center, kind of giving up "You wouldn't be an imbecile at this point"

"Then why make this hell?" You asked

"You are the only one besides me who knows him well enough not to confuse, Shiro is selective, he would certainly come to you just as you would to him" Yuma shrugged and sat down at a bus stop near the end from the street "You chased my cat for a block, he's not even recognizable to your eyes"

You rolled your eyes remembering the atrocity of going all that way after the feline thief of things, without any enthusiasm to debate it, but agreeing that Shiro was like family to you.

"Definitely " You said quitter "Is the cat really more expensive than me?"

"Yes, without a doubt" He laughed, it was the first you saw that, outside of that mocking expression, making your stomach turn, somehow that prominent fang was too attractive. You diverted your attention, turned to the empty street and already only lit by the light pole "But my parents tend to be like that, maybe that's why he needs to be found. I'm going to be disinherited, I had a job and I managed to do it wrong, he belongs to my mother, and she likes him more than me, trust me"

"So you should close everything so he doesn't run away" you continued

"I tried, but he's leaving for a very specific place which I don't know what it is…so it's kind of impossible to contain him…sometimes I don't even notice" at that moment you felt like a clown, yuma giving that whole speech of not interfering with the cat's freedom, since it was something much simpler to justify…it was all pranks, as expected.

"It turns out that we don't even know which direction he went after all" you didn't get too involved in this melancholy conversation, you just stood up, looking directly at the boy from the gray hodie " Let's go, this is getting macabre in the dark, if Shiro goes back, will definitely be home"

You started walking in front, going all the way back to your house, tired from that walk. Yuma didn't take too long to follow, walking in the not so deadly silence anymore, and certainly you needed that respite, it had been a few hours since you had been in that unbearable search for a cat that would most likely appear soon and even if your feet were already calloused from so much walking , the final energies were reserved for the entrance of your house where you sat down to rest and drink some water looking at the empty sidewalk, thinking deeply, resting.

"Relax, there's not much we can do now " You said as you hugged your own legs, keeping your gaze fixed on the sidewalk, hoping at some point to see the white shadow emerge from beyond to put an end to that agony.

"Hm," he replied without much else to say, putting the water bottle aside, half consumed.

"Seriously, maybe he's just having a little fun" You said again

"Why is you being so kind? Doesn't look genuine" He commented right after

"Excepting the part where you threatened me, maybe I did it spontaneously " you replied without looking at him

"I just wanted to say that first of all it's your fault" he accused, and you thought it was ok, but then you fell again, to his provocation

-What? Fuck Yuma, I'm trying to be nice - You complained as you turned around and looked at him, found him smiling at you, his fang prominent again and then poked your forehead with his thumb.

"I'm going now, anything…call me" He said stretching his hand waiting for your cell phone. Without much reaction you just handed it over, not understanding what those mixed signals were. As soon as he picked up his phone, he left the number written down and left, disappearing into the street, without looking back, but if you had been in his shoes you would have known how much he was shaking, just like you yourself without noticing.

VI - The influence you have on me

The other day everything still seemed melancholic, you had barely slept, thinking about the cat, already early in the morning you sent messages to Yuma hoping for good news. But he responded briefly saying he hadn't found it yet. Maybe you found each other again, looking for Shiro, all attentive in the hope of finding him and so you followed the path you had left, but without any hope of finding him, in a frustrated and already hopeless dynamic. he was small, very specific, him disappearing like that meant he wasn't as easy to find, so you didn't feel like you could do anything but wait.

"This won't lead to anything, let's just rest a little, Yuma" You promptly slowed down, already tired of this whole trip without any hope "Let's go back, you can wait at my house if you want, you seem exhausted"

In fact, his eyes didn't lie, Yuma was dying, but he kept his face down, he didn't want you to know that he had continued to look for the cat alone, late into the night, in a way he was doing it for relief of conscience, but without saying a word he accepted the return home, now in that same state he remained seated on his sofa, and you, a little worried, joined him.

"Everything is fine! Let's stay like this for now" You whispered leaving a light touch on yuma's shoulder and then he looked at you nervously

"I'm fucked, y/n, you have no idea, if that cat doesn't show up, I'm dead " The tone came out with eminent despair along with fox eyes filling with tears

"He's going to appear! He must just be lost, Yuma, it happens, sure he'll show up soon" You encouraged

"This false optimism shit is pissing me off already," he commented irritably.

"I'm trying to be positive since you freaked out on me ! Now don't take that shit out on me when I tried to warn you" You let go of the cart from his shoulder, mumbling in the corners

"Of course the good Samaritan, I don't need your advice, I need the solution, y/n."

"And how do you assume I have one? I already told you that I don't know where he is" you snapped "there's nothing I can do but try to help"

"I'm tired of your face, I'm leaving. Thanks for nothing"

He just left, leaving the vacuum after the door slammed, indeed, you were sensitive but his lack of tact left you a nervous wreck, your head hurting like never before, but somehow everything seemed to hurt much more this time, you didn't quite understand, but you accepted that maybe they never had all that intimacy, not to the point of becoming close, you were just going crazy, afraid of any reprisals for Yuma thinking you had killed his cat

That same day Shiro had appeared, starving to death at the door of Yuma's house. You could even have congratulated him, but you were in the deepest sleep, the day had been deadly tiring, so you kind of blacked out. But it wasn't as if Yuma had bothered to let you know about it, Koga out of consideration left the message, and also from what he had seen on social networks, you just decided to leave it alone, you hated each other, there was no reason to have contact.

It was what you tried to accept. This annoyance of yours wasn't because you ended up insisting too much, certainly not.

Yuma by himself found his help too pertinent and so after that he disappeared without a trace, returning to his normal life. You did the same, your friends everything, occasionally. Sometimes you would meet him for fraternizations, Taki's birthday, Jo, but nothing more than very few bumps and a hostile atmosphere seemed to be created. Too uncomfortable to create any truce, you still sounded extremely upset when you brought it up, so people just let it go. Now that matter had been resolved, you should just move on.

but for reasons not very clear it seemed to torment you like a ghost, it was weeks like that, considering that all this time in contact even if restricted, you felt that maybe you had gotten used to the idea of yuma's presence and the problem he brought , now everything seemed too peaceful and you didn't feel comfortable that way anymore.

VII - Finding Cat

You were in your bed as usual, finishing up some reports to send to the college, everything within normality, a silence, the mild climate and a pair of white paws on top of your desk, rummaging through your things. Stubborn, demonstrating that in fact nothing has changed, the now more docile cat let you approach and pick him up, carefully, a caress was deposited on the white fluff and a sigh emerged from your lips. It was the first time I saw him after the disappearance, he left a few licks on your arm and a soft bite of greeting, which made you complain and then chuckle when thinking about how much your relationship with him seemed to have evolved since the chase.

"I'll take you home " You took your way to the exit, put your shoes on and went down the street, the same common route, you could clearly remember that race as if it were yesterday, it hurt you to feel the tiredness, the pain in your legs, it was funny to think that now Yuma's house didn't seem as far away as before.

You approached the house, entered again, went to the entrance and rang the bell, you didn't wait too long, the door opened showing a clear view of yuma who was not understanding why you were there, at least until you looked get down to the cat on your lap.

"Next time I won't bring it, I think you'd better be more responsible than that" You stretched the cat towards Yuma who took it in his arms. You turned to leave already longing for the comfort of your home when he spoke

"Want to come in? For a drink of water…you walked a long way" it sounded funny compared to the other times you've been there and the path wasn't that far either, but your feet refused to leave, deep down you felt he had something to say . So you entered, of your own free will.

"Your parents are never home?" You asked, still stopping at the entrance of the house, noticing the silence that always lives there

"Rare occasions" He replied returning Shiro to the ground, this one who took the path to the food pot " we found out where he was leaving…it will take a while until they come to fix this passage, so he may appear more often in these days."

Yuma seemed very centered, you stayed static when he passed you and went to the kitchen to get some water. Not that you asked for any satisfaction, but a heat rose in your body when he did it of his own free will.

"Hm…okay?" You replied awkwardly as you took the glass and drank what was offered to you "But why are you saying that to me?"

"Because it's your house he goes to every time" Yuma shrugged, he was also embarrassed, you noticed, that was bullshit, you knew well what he was doing and you don't need to make an effort

"What you want?"You asked

"Nothing…" he replied.

"Lie" so you asked again "what do you want?"

"I…I wanted to apologize, for before…it wasn't nice" He started " You were just trying to help, i was tired and I ended up being an asshole."

"Okay… I guess, I was also very tired " You replied " It's part of"

"Yes…hm,I have something to give you" Yuma made a sign that you should follow him, and you without understanding the purpose, put the glass in the next most suitable place and followed him down the hallway of the one-story house. At the end was the wooden door which he opened and entered, you established your limit there, over the entrance while the boy searched the room, finding a specific box, not very big, but considerable. "Here"

"What is this?" you opened the box noticing familiar items over there, all yours, which took a while for it to sink in that in fact Shiro stole to bring home,you were surprised, you thought you'd never see your stuff again " Are you telling me that you kept all of this?"

"Yes, I knew someone would show up to get it " Yuma said "shiro likes to give me presents sometimes"

"Did you know?!" You replied indignantly "Are you telling me that you had this with you all the time?"

"Yes" he replied.

"Damn, you're crazy" you continued

"It's not that " Yuma started, opened the box that was in your arms, searching what was inside "These are things that could only belong to a beautiful person"

"One what?" you took a while to assimilate, maybe even expecting an offense right after, or even some mockery with your face. it was yuma, you never expect too much from him.

"A beautiful person… I said" he smiled again, making some rude butterflies appear in his stomach wanting to demonstrate how yuma unexpectedly changed his attitudes towards you "When you first showed up, you weren't the most personable, so I couldn't let you take my gifts away."

"Oh my god, don't remind me that shit again" you took a step back

"I also need to give you this" he said getting more closer

He took his hand out of the pocket of the pants he was wearing and stretched out the necklace, the gold pendant along with the chain, it was your necklace, right in his hand, right in front of you.

"it took a while to find… but it's there" he said opening the lock, getting closer to return the heat to your neck "it would be good if you didn't take it off while Shiro was out there…"

You pressed the box against your chest, not understanding the reason for this apprehension of dealing with Yuma. while he kept himself very close just like that, stopping right in front of you, preventing him from approaching through the box on your chest. Had his lack taken you for good? or because he said he made an effort to find your necklace wherever it was… that touched you deeply.

"I need to go home " you whispered softly trying to disengage "You're acting strange ?"

"Because of the pretty person thing? it wasn't like I was talking about you…maybe that's why it took me so long to deliver this…I wanted to make sure it was you" he said with an overwhelming certainty, it made your face burn and you even thought about cursing, but you gave up, you thought about turning around to leave, but you couldn't. Yuma held you in place like it was nothing " it was a joke honey, it was just a joke."

you were looking forward to it, like it consumed your insides completely, which sounded funny. you're seething with anger and remorse, but then it's suddenly gone, leaving everything in dead silence. Yuma approached slowly leaving you trapped there, and when his lips rested on yours, your knees wanted to falter, make you almost fall over and accept that caress like the big imbecile that was there to fall into Yuma's trap.

the contact was simple, seals stopped without too many evolutions, yuma tastes like coffee, specifically coffee candy, the smell of cologne invading your senses, you were touching him in the most intimate way possible, feeling the feelings overflow, showing the true face of that incubated anger. you were willingly accepting it as if you had been waiting for this for so long and in fact, you felt everything in you tremble without any effort and yuma noticed it easily, both at that moment knew they had a problem there, and it wasn't the Shiro's adventures

VIII- What are your intentions

the week went by like that, you started to think that Yuma was letting the cat get away on purpose, sometimes so you could stop at his door, or he at yours. obviously the intentions were the tables, including you up late together around, kissing, exchanging affection, without anyone knowing, because for some reason you thought you should continue to pretend to hate each other to your friends, but on empty afternoons in the neighborhood it was yuma in your bedroom as you kiss until the air is out of your lungs, touching and caressing each other like true lovers.

You were already weak in your legs, practically on top of Yuma when you broke the kiss in a rush, the air consumed your lungs making it burn and as a response from the other all you received was a murmuring complaint and then soon his lips touching the skin of yours jaw so he could kiss your neck.

"You didn't come here looking for Shiro…?" You were a little breathless, Yuma twisted the position now going on top of you, your hands arranged on his shoulder and the other's full lips touching your skin, leaving delicate seals in the region, making you shiver and sigh. "Yuma"

"Hm? No, Shiro is at home" he said, stopping what he was doing with some regret so he could look at you " I thought i tell you , they already fixed everything, even put protection screens in the house… they kind of found out what happened"

"So does that mean you've been coming here with that excuse for one week ? " You asked

"It's not an excuse, we live on the same street, you should know… and the problem? It's not like we've been doing this for a while." He was bold like that all the time, always making your face burn in embarrassment for being caught accepting Yuma's affection. " What?"

"n-nothing" you replied a bit awkwardly, trying not to show too much that you were enjoying this new yuma. Not that he needed that certainty, just look at you and he would just be sure.

With a low laugh he just took your lips again, a more intense kiss, the thin lips contoured to yours, you mumbled low between, returning without reluctance, moving the touch up his shoulders to the nape of his neck, where you found the hair smooth, leaving a simple affection there. Everything started to grow like a spark next to gasoline, his hands started to go up touching your body, hips, legs, torso, in that instant he was between your legs, kissing you like a hungry man, sucking your lip and pulling more and more. It was the first time you'd felt him so engaged, and you held back, trying to keep up, feeling everything inside you tremble, the sighs getting heavier and heavier as he took your lips more and more, you again running out of air but with no intention of stopping.

"Yuma…slowly, please " You begged in the separation of the lips, trembling between his arms, but there was no answer, he just directs the blurred eyes, thin as blade capturing your expression of pure pleading. You heard a low curse fall from his lips and then he took you again, invading your mouth with his tongue without warning. You moaned low, reciprocating, feeling your skin crawl and lose your composure, putting your muscles to battles for dominance, spilling all that tension that always seemed to build and never stop, everything overflowing, showing the implicit intentions in each of you, his hand was warm and comfortable, you didn't want it to end, that eternal battle, the saliva mixing in a contact that only got more and more intense, you needed more, no matter how far it took.

"y/n!" Euijoo, you were sure, even though it sounded like a mirage, you didn't wait for any confirmation, the kiss broke in a rush, with you pushing yuma by the shoulders, to pull away.

"Hides…"You whispered

"Why?" He asked, disoriented.

"Go on" You grumbled and then, displeased, Yuma got off of you and moved into your closet.

You needed some time to compose yourself, you sat on the bed awkwardly and still panting watched Euijoo enter the confused quiet.

"Are you with someone here?" He asked confused, feeling the sudden heat that was in that room

"No…"You replied

"Then who were you talking to?" He asks again.

"On the phone..with my mom" You said again, trying to get around it, Ej sat on the bed next to you, while Yuma slipped into the cramped closet. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you? I always come" He said a little offended "It's hot here, you're acting strange, what's going on? Was it the nakakita's insufferable again?"

"Hm? No! I'm just tired... it's been a day, full so to speak " you commented

"I know... I still don't think that's it, but since you're not going to tell me anyway, I'm just going to go" Euijoo sighed, still acting suspicious by the way you were all confused, with your senses shaken "I just came to see if you were all good"

"Ah yes, all in peace...nothing much has happened anyway You smiled at him, stiffly and watched him get up

"I'm going then" Euijoo said before leaving the room, you waited for the front door to close and then exhaled and yuma came out of the closet

"Why hide? It seems like a shame" He commented muttering low

"It's not that...it's just that I know that if he finds out I'm fucke-"

"I KNEW IT ' You jumped, seeing Euijoo already at the door of your room indignant "Shame on you both!"

Yuma laughed softly and then crossed his arms, looking at you as if implying that he had warned you of the danger of this "secret" relationship

"It wasn't my intention I swear " You whimpered " It was his fault"

"My? Fucking no, you were the one who said you shouldn't tell anyone" Yuma countered

"It's obvious, you know how many people I made it clear to you that I hated you" You replied

"And you don't hate it? "Euijoo questioned

"...I don't know "You replied

"God, you are disgusting, for God's sake don't keep hiding him like that it's weird" Euijoo said "Now I'm really going, bye"

And then he left, this time for real, you stayed there, looking like you expected any response to that act of yours that even in your opinion, sounded pretty stupid.

"Do not know? "He started

"No… I'm still not sure of my feelings, they aren't clear yet" You said still a little embarrassed, you wanted to apologize, but you wouldn't have that courage either

"So look for me when you have it, I'm going now" For obvious reasons he seemed offended, you were about two weeks away, that's all, even if today it almost got out of control, you still couldn't say how you felt , because everything was still messed up, not long ago you attested with all the words that you hated him, assuming that you like him are two poles that you didn't know how to manage so quickly.

Of course you let him go, maybe you needed space anyway, even with your lips tingling from the touch of his as soon as possible, there were things that should be made clear, your uncertainty couldn't lead to anything good, it just proved today, Yuma didn't has a very exemplary temperament, you had to manage.

You didn't feel bad in general, you kind of didn't have much to do, you barely had time to think properly, so you just considered taking that little time for yuma's tantrum to pass and then you could do something about it, because even If you made that decision the next day, he would still be a little hurt by it all.

IX - After Party (smut ahead)

which was possibly a mistake, because not even three days later you ended up meeting yuma, in another one of the casual encounters at some party where euijoo usually dragged you close to the beach as always and you were coping well, you felt that that time was necessary for some clarifications, it also appears that you wanted to give a little of the poison that one has been serving for weeks, you preferred to remain silent for a while.

You were close to the sand as usual, sitting and talking to some people when the little group appeared again, with the same as always, because koga and his group would never let any event go unnoticed.

Obviously Yuma was one of them, he arrived with his gaze directed at you, as if questioning your audacity to be in front of him after you had simply disappeared for three days, it wasn't like that at all, you both knew that, he was mad at the fact that you hadn't followed from him that very day, but how could you? a lot was running through your mind, you guys hadn't even thought about the consequences of things before simply doing it, it was a moment like that when you remembered why you didn't like yuma, he's always too impulsive

For your misfortune, being cold-blooded was already something of the yuma personality, eye contact although frequent, it was for a short time but it was enough, he wanted to know about you and it was necessary that you were alone for that. Of course he wouldn't be the one to suggest it, even if desperate to the same extent, you consider taking the first step towards stroking his ego.

"juju… I'm going to the bathroom over there" you indicated with a smile at him and he looked at you with an expression that was not at all skeptical

"hm… call me later " he knew you wouldn't come back, he knew you enough to know, with that he just made it clear that you should be careful with what you were going to do

you smiled at him and made your way to the sidewalk, a little further away from the others and it must not have taken too long for yuma to appear beside you, as if he wanted nothing more than to stay there. you stayed in that silence for a while, not considering any contact, just looking at the deserted street as it seemed to be a habit of the two of you to do when you felt that the weather was not very suitable for jokes

"Are you going home? " he asked

"yes…"you replied

"thought about what I asked you to think about?"he asked again

"Maybe"

"decided?"

"Maybe"

Yuma took a deep breath trying to contain the situation. he was not used to attitudes like his, this brazen way of challenging him made yuma go completely crazy as he had been feeling like he had been for a while

"Can I walk you home?" he asks

"Yes" you answer with a smile, following him wherever he went, seeing him stop near a motorcycle, handing over the helmet he had "is it really yours?"

"Who else would it be?"he asked as if the answer was obvious, well, in fact you didn't know much about him, but it was definitely something you was trying to improve. picking up the helmet you put it on and waited for yuma to get on the bike so that he could do the same.

the smell of his cologne made butterflies rise in your stomach, the hug given around his waist as the vehicle moved forward and that whole feeling of running away from people's eyes so you could have more time with yuma, it makes you laugh in absurd ways , because never in your life had she imagined yourself with someone as specific as yuma.

the journey was fast, living in a small town had certain privileges, even if few. you got off the bike as soon as it stopped in front of your house and then removed your helmet.

"At home" he said stretching his hand expecting to receive the helmet, but you didn't deliver.

"Do you want to enter ?" you asked

"I should?" he asked and you nodded in agreement.

"Just a little…"you said earnestly

yuma turned off the bike in an instant getting off and then followed you inside, subtle, you seemed anxious because you knew how much you missed each other, even if in a few days of separation, both already seemed desperate. Inside the rooms you let Yuma enter first to do the same, you closed the door right behind and deposited the helmet on the floor next to the door, with the subtlety that you felt you should approach him and hugged him through the trunk, keeping

"I don't understand why you're so angry Yuma-kun, we were doing so well" You commented quietly, feeling his hand touch your hair

"You know well, I don't like explaining half relationships to people, you treat me like it's a secret " He starts "I don't like indecision"

"I'm not indecisive, I'm just trying not to rush" You mentioned, let go of Yuma to put yourself on tiptoe "You know you can be very cruel when you want to."

"Wow, I was going to say that about you right now," he said next.

"I'm just giving you back in kind" you snatched, smiling, your eyes shining in his direction, and then left a soft saddle on his lips "don't you think this whole discussion is childish? I just wanted to kill the longing I'm feeling for you"

In some moments of this whole adventure, Yuma was certain that you were some kind of witch, for all the times you appeared in front of him from the beginning, some reactions were already very clear, the way you make him anxious was destructive , Yuma falls easily on your lips and doesn't need more than that, then he holds you tight by the waist and then takes your lips, taking you to the first place he can to hold you there.

The same taste as coffee, the sensation raced through your body in a shiver and you gasped as he skipped a hundred steps to thrust his tongue in your mouth. You reciprocated and got involved like never before, his hands firm on your hips and then yuma lifted you to put you trapped in his lap, now held by your legs yuma pinned you completely against the wall, muttering like a desperate animal by the way you pulled subtly the hairs on the back of his neck.

"I need you" You whispered by separating your lips for a mere second, Yuma watched you and then smiled satisfied, turned his body and took you with him into the bedroom, where he placed you on the bed

"Don't you ever dare say you're confused" He warned with an authority that you didn't let him have, but which you allowed on occasion, without questioning."don't even question what we have, for even a second."

You didn't answer, just after receiving back the touch of his lips, intense, the firmness now of the tongues touching each other again, the half light from the street lamp entering your window that was open only disposed by an almost transparent white curtain, Yuma didn't it took a while to hold the hem of your shirt and pull, gently parting your lips to remove your clothes. The kisses now tracing their way down your neck soaked singles and bites with no intention of marking, but that deep down yuma was just testing the waters, trying to know what could cause you the most reactions at that moment, even with you already looking like a complete mess.

"you are mine" He went down gently, feeling the shivers of your skin at the touch of his icy fingers, caressing your mass up and down without much hesitation. Yuma kissed down your jaw, shoulders, between your breasts, traveling all the way down your body, listening to sighs and whispers without any coherence, trying to follow the touch of his wet kiss.

your feverish body wanting to know what his next step could be, your mind in a tailspin and your only option was to keep your fingers over the dark threads, maintaining a contact between you since at that particular moment you felt you no longer had any capacity to do something for yuma, he was already self-sufficient to the point of only requiring you to be the focus that night. His hands wandered to the waistband of the pants you were wearing and then he looked up at you, catching your expressions to be sure he should move forward, you nod without much courage to say anything yuma just smiled at your lovely figure and then he released the button right after the zipper, pulling it by your hip, giving the destination of that piece to the floor next to the bed, your body trembled with the wind that came out of the window, but it was purely momentary.

Her heart stopped when she felt him so delicately open your legs, even with your intimacy still covered, you couldn't help but feel so exposed, your underwear already getting damp from the mentions and thoughts that Yuma made pop up in your head at every touch. His tongue scraped across the fabric without warning and a moan slipped from your lips in fright, he was kissing and licking the entire covered area as if there was nothing between the two of you already. Your pussy closing around nothing making it even a little painful, the way his patience didn't seem to shake at all, Yuma was torturing you even without you realizing it, your body retracted and now trembling his advances, and when Yuma sucked and stimulated your entire vulva through the tissue that gradually became too thin to be felt

"Y-Yuma…please" You whimpered

"Shh, I'll take care of you" he let out, you may even have cursed in thought at that moment, but you preferred to be safe, clearly remembering that the command of your body was all in his hands at that moment. Your little meows made the vibrations run straight to his cock, but every moment all you had was yuma's still figure, dragging your clothe to the side and then diving into your taste.

His tongue was hot, gliding easily, with deadly gentleness, the touch all over the region until it reached your point made you moan something, grab your fingers in his hair so you wouldn't end up taking it out on closing your legs. Yuma grumbled against your center vibrating against your button and then you moan once more, feeling the heat take over, make your chest rise and fall desperately, feeling every inch of you wanting to melt.

Yuma is complacent, keeps his hands firmly on your thighs trying his best to keep them open for him, pushing with his fingers, marking the area, taking care to have you completely open so he can get the full view, eyes sharp like a fox, sliding his tongue back between your lips he seeks your entrance, passing the entire tip of his tongue along the edges and then starting to fuck you with the muscle, in moderate rhythms, Yuma now thrust his tongue almost inside you, while watch you lose yourself in just mouth.

Your eyes darted to the back of your head and your body slid off the mattress as your hips tried with all their might to move forward and make more contact with his mouth.

"F-fuck" You whimpered like a bitch in heat "I need more p-please"

The words came out as a whimper, for Yuma to serve as an imminent victory for all that wild tantrum you had been building up to each other for the last month. You knew it couldn't last too long, but even so it seemed to have no end, Yuma made the same paths exploring you , sucking your coitus that was already starting to get sensitive from so much stimulation, your body and shoulders shaking desperately, you were close, very close.

"I…I'm going to come" You warned, within seconds, you were feeling the heat rise and the air go out when he stopped and the sensation subsided just as quickly "fuck…"

You were out of breath, through a party of light you could see his evil gaze supported by a smile.

"I'm in charge" he whispered to you removing his own shirt, soon helping you to take off your underwear. You moved up a little more giving room for Yuma to climb.

He didn't take too long to get rid of his clothes, he was subtle, the rush made him a desperate man and you, without thinking too much, welcomed him into your arms. You meowed again when felt the hard member dragging your intimately and then moaned as he slid inside, both of them humming each other's names. Yuma left some of his weight on top of you and then laced his arms through yours, keeping you tied to him.

And then he started to move without much anticipation, he was trying to deal with your intimacy by swallowing, contracting around him desperately, one had to let his head rest on your shoulder as he found himself fully inside you, he knew he couldn't last too long so he needed some time to contain himself, soon the attacks were slow, without much rhythm. you sang low into his ear, slurred moans and pleas for more came out in a funny mix, your hands on the strands of his hair feeling the softness, the scalp starting to sweat.

“I'm ready…just do whatever you want with me” you whispered in his ear, again taking vibrations straight to his cock, yuma whimpered and then started to move more freely, opening and scraping on your walls, bumping his hips now so that everything started to become a complete mess. His heart started beating fast, you called his name first and then clung to his body.

yuma soon begins to mark your skin, passing the tip of his tongue over your neck and shoulder and then begins to suck, leaving marks on the skin, nibbling, and leaving almost unconscious for the sensation that it brought. little by little the assault became more persistent, more violent, making the bed shake, yuma once so silent starts to mutter against your skin, panting and moaning in that unique tone of voice, the kind that makes you lose your mind

“fuck” he whispered against your skin, you battling to contain your orgasm that insisted on coming all the way that he went deeper inside you now became a very difficult battle to fight alone, one kept the body rigid, without shifting too much positions and you needed a single signal, such was the way he started to moan so painfully so you could let everything inside of you spill out, the sounds mixing in the air, the violent way he thrust inside you and then the silence, the heavy breathing, the weight of yuma's body was now all over you, both of you bewildered, tired, you felt your body in pure ecstasy, after so long without anyone, the fact of being yuma, everything it left you completely confused. You hated it, mostly because of that, because of those feelings that he was definitely the only one capable of causing in you from the beginning.

“yuma…I can't feel my legs…” you said a little embarrassed, while yuma got out of you to go to the side, letting all that mess overflow, both of you not understanding, looking at the ceiling of the room, as if he had just relieved a tension of years lingering.

“you made the biggest mess” you complained

“it was you who asked for it” he replied looking at you “or will you say you faked your orgasm”

“I didn't say I didn't come” you directed your gaze to the window, embarrassed by the way he approached the situation

"so don't complain about the mess" murmured yuma, sitting on the bed, his vision was one of the best until then, his hair damp with sweat, his white skin sweaty and pink with effort, he was definitely the most beautiful person he had ever met, despite the obnoxious personality. "what?"

“nothing” you frowned with shame to admit that you were admiring it all this time, wondering about so many atrocities and thoughts that always pass so quickly through your head, especially when talking about yuma and the mixture of things he makes you feel

yuma grumbled stretching his hand to you, soon he pulls you to sit down

“come on, I'll help you clean up” you smiled at him and followed him willingly, I try the freedom of being able to share a shower with yuma, no big deal, you felt your legs trembling from the effort despite not having left the room corner, yuma once or twice made it clear that you were too weak, that you would never be able to put up with him, but shut up was enough, during that short time of relationship you discovered that the best way to shut him up was always having your lips on his.

yuma is awesome but only when he's doing things quiet.

[drchenquill]

Character profile tag!

Thank you for the tag @the-golden-comet , @sableglass , @finickyfelix and @paeliae-occasionally ! I'm sorry it took me so long, I just couldn't decide who to take for this game. I'll just go with my baby boy Leon.

Name: Leon Martens

Nickname: "Waschlappen" by his late grandma. (It's German and it means sissy, wimp and so on.) It's an insult, but she used it as nickname, often refering to him like that while talking to other people, making it sound like a cute "family inside joke".

Kind of being: Human

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Appearance: fluffy honey-blonde hair with dark drown eyes. Very pale, almost sickly looking skin. He mostly wears cardigans to feel comfortable. His calloused hands look frail like everything on him to be honest. He is rather thin and weak looking. He is a frail man.

Occupation: Art teacher

Family members: None (all deceased. It wasn't a big family)

Pets: None

Best friends: he would say none, but Kiki has taken that spot very fast.

Describe his/her room: So, a bit of context. He moved into a shabby apartment but mid story was forced to move again into a not-as-shabby apartment. I'll describe his old room because his current room isn't his, it's Kilians.

Quoting him: "My bedroom has a large window that looks out onto the street. Normally I would draw the curtains, which didn't happen this time. That's why I can see the first shy rays of sunlight creeping into the day. The apartment I'm currently renting consists of five rooms. The bedroom with a double bed that takes up far too much space, thanks in part to the wardrobe that will collapse on me with just a small earthquake and free me, a bathroom that barely has room for a bathtub, a living room furnished with a beige couch that I doubt was the original color, a small TV that I'm afraid to turn on and, last but not least, the small kitchen where I recently tried to make a coffee with shaky hands and the flame of the stove almost burned my face."

Way of speaking: Polite, tries to never raise his voice.

Physical characteristics (posture, gestures, attitude): He avoids eye contact and often walks with his head down. When he's stressed, his right hand tends to cramp, so you may see him subtly massaging it. He also tends to have twitching hands when he feels the need to draw something to calm down. He is developing a hunchback by always walking with a hunched posture to subconsciously make himself smaller.

Items in his/her back pocket/ purse: A small pocketsized sketchbook with a tiny pencil (he draws to calm himself down.) And his phone and wallet.

Hobbies: Drawing.

Favorite sports: None.

Abilities/Talents/Powers: Drawing

Relationships (how he/she is with other people): He tries not to interact with other people, but when he does, he tends to not hold eye contact for too long. He is rather submissive, not wanting to anger anyone.

Fears: Being looked at, making mistakes, angering other people, people thinking he is insane.

Fault: He is very paranoid and does not trust at all. He always thinks the worst and often doesn't give the other person a chance to explain. He can be very petty.

Good points: He is very gentle with children. He loves children because he feels safe around them.

What he/she wants more than anything else: To be left alone and to get rid of the crushing guilt he feels after surviving the car accident that killed his parents.

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Tagging with no pressure @theink-stainedfolk , @inseasofgreen , @katenewmanwrites , @kaeru483 , @happypup-kitcat24 and open tag~

[snailor-bee]

Law x G!Reader / SFW  / 1.4k Summary: The captain really didn't want you to find out, but find out you did.

That he liked... romance manga?

Notes: Written for the @op-xreader-zine! Amazing art by @damagedintellect thanks for letting me write something to go with your art. ;u;

You tried the handle to the captain’s door first.

Everyone knew that Law didn’t like to be interrupted so he frequently locked the door. You’d have to knock to see if he’d let you in. If not—unless it was an emergency—then it was best to try again later.

Finding it unlocked, you walked inside, already talking.

“Captain, I got the map for the next island, and I was wondering if—” You looked up and cut yourself off at the look of pure horror on Law’s face.

He was holding a manga in between long, skinny fingers, the cover bright pink and—despite the fact that you didn’t read them—it would be hard to miss the figures on the front that just screamed ‘romance’.

There was a pregnant pause.

“Should I come back later or…”

“Lock the door,” Law ordered, voice like steel. You swallowed and did as he said. Slowly, he put down the book and motioned you closer.

Feeling trepidation drip down your spine, you did so. Law’s gold eyes burned into you. Though they were normally serious, right now they were intense.

Coming before his desk, you fidgeted. “Captain?”

He said your name and you straightened. “I want you to listen to me very carefully, no one is to hear about this. Am I understood? No one. If I hear anyone snickering around the hallways about this, I will have you removed.”

You nodded quickly. “Yessir! It won’t happen, I’ll keep it to myself!”

“Dismissed.”

Quickly you headed for the door, just as you were opening it to make your escape, you paused and then looked over your shoulder. There seemed to be a faint blush across your captain’s face but it could have just been the light. “Say… even though I won’t mention it to anyone, I also don’t think it’s a big deal? You can like what you like.” You shrugged. “Shouldn’t matter what anyone else thinks, right? C’ya later, captain!”

You ducked out of the room before he could reply; heart hammering in your chest as you sped away. 

At the next island, Law grabbed you before you could head out with your friends, a hand tightly gripping your inner arm and dragging you away. Everyone watched you go with confused expressions and you whimpered in terror, reaching out for them.

Everyone knew that the captain didn’t go out into town except with a few shipmates—those who had been on the sub the longest and that most definitely didn’t include you.

“W-what’s up?” you asked when he’d led you far enough to be out of earshot of the crew.

“Wanted to show you something,” he muttered under his breath and didn’t elaborate any further.

Finally, he stopped outside of a bookstore, and you barely got to glance at the display before he escorted you inside. His shoulders were hunched over as if he didn’t want to be seen as he silently led you to a corner.

Manga lined the walls there, but it was clear where the romance section started, the covers all bright and colorful. He eyed the shelves before pulling one down.

“Did you mean what you said the other day, y/n-ya?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yeah of course!”

“Then maybe you can do me a favor…?” he trailed off meaningfully.

“Sure!” You didn’t know what it was, but you figured it couldn’t be that bad, right?

He held up the manga book in front of him. “I’m collecting these, but I’m missing volumes. Would you help me?”

You stared at the cover, some dude leaning against the wall while a girl blushed as they stared at each other. It took a moment for the request to permeate. “Uh… what?”

“Check if bookstores have them when we stop at an island. I’d pay you, for the cost and the time of course.”

“And why not… do it yourself?”

Law shifted, looking slightly uneasy. “It’s embarrassing,” he confessed at last. “You’re a girl, it wouldn’t be as weird if you’re buying them.”

You opened your mouth to argue, already offended by the statement before he held up a hand. “Y/n-ya, I literally have ‘death’ tattooed across my knuckles.” Your lips twisted into a frown and you crossed your arms.

“So what! You like a girly series, who cares?”

He made his own displeased face at your phrasing. “I have a certain… reputation.” You tapped your foot, unimpressed. Law sighed. “Look, I’d appreciate it, okay? It’s just uncomfortable for me. When people find out, they normally laugh and crack jokes. You were the first person who… didn’t.”

Immediately, your irritation melted away and you heaved your own sigh, unfolding your arms. “Alright, alright, fine. I’ll do.”

You watched as Law didn’t quite smile but his lips definitely quirked up. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight; it was rare to see the captain content, let alone happy, especially by something that you had caused.

“Thank you,” he said solemnly.

Which was how you found yourself as a sort of delivery bird. On each island you came to, you went hunting for Shoreleave Passion! much to the amusement of your friends. You didn't explain, besides saying that someone showed it to you, and you liked it enough to keep reading.

Which wasn’t entirely untrue. Apparently, Law figured that you doing his deliveries also meant he now had someone to confide in. So you were up-to-date on the series, despite never reading it (which came in handy whenever someone decided to ask what it was about) but you also got to hear Law’s personal theories and headcanons.

They were… numerous and long. The two of you were spending a fair amount of time together. More than one person had asked if you were dating, as Law met you for dinner or lunch to exchange the book, and then, since you were there already, ate and hung out together or he would pull you into his office for hours-long rundowns of the latest volume.

It was nice though. You found that you didn’t mind. You got to watch as Law’s face lit up in a way you had never seen before and, if you were honest with yourself, all the sudden one-on-one time had you harboring a rather large crush on your captain. But really, who could blame you? Even before you had started spending time with the man, you had thought he was attractive, so getting to know him on a personal level made it far, far too easy to start to like him.

While you were musing walking through the Polar Tang a hand unexpectedly covered your mouth and your eyes widened as you were dragged into a closet, your scream muffled.

“Y/n-ya, calm down, it’s just me,” Law reprimanded, as he held you against his chest until you relaxed. Once he relaxed his grip, you spun around and smacked him in the chest.

“What was that for!” you hissed, and he shushed you.

“People can be walking down this way, keep your voice down.”

You glared at him, and Law cleared his throat, suddenly looking a bit sheepish.

“I heard that the final volume is on the island. At a specific store.” He gave you the directions, and you nodded along, eyes maybe a tad too focused on the curve of his mouth as he spoke. “I also wanted to… thank you, for doing all of this for me.”

That snapped you out of it and your eyes shot up to meet his.

Law held your gaze. “It’s been… nice,” he said slowly. You blinked back. Were the two of you closer? When did that happen? Unconsciously, you licked your lips and watched as his gold eyes tracked the movement.

Butterflies started battering at the sides of your stomach. Law reached out and ran his fingers across your cheekbone, making you fight down a shiver.

“What could I possibly do to thank you for all you've done?” Law went on, his breath ghosting against your lips as he leaned towards you.

You swallowed. “It’s no problem…” Your eyelids fluttered closed at his close proximity, hope beating an erratic tempo in your chest.

When his lips brushed yours, it felt like you could have soared as you gasped and reached out blindly for him, hands burrowing into his shirt.

It was a simple kiss, just your lips pressed together so sweetly that you swore you tasted sugar when he pulled away. You licked your lips again and chuckled weakly.

“Wow,” you said with amazement.

Law smirked. “Was that okay?”

“More than okay,” you confirmed, tugging on his shirt to get him to lean back down. “Kiss me again."

[sashi-ya]

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 to 𝐋𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚 +18. Uni Literature Professor! Aizen x f! virgin! reader.

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The way he fixes his glasses, the way his big hands open the book. The way his fingers run through his chocolate hair, the sweet smirk, the calming soft tone of his voice, the subtle shadow under his eyes…

You aren’t just an innocent professor, Aizen. Aren’t you? you aren’t just an innocent student. Right, (name)?.

Caramel eyes fix on yours from time to time, spying you from over his laptop. You can feel his sight as piercing as if he was touching you, penetrating you with his intense gaze.

Your cheeks burn, the tip of your ears too. The back of your pencil dances in your mouth, barely bitten by your front teeth, making your lower lip pout so delicately… what a delicious victim for a wolf dressed in sheep’s clothing.

He stands up, with an old book in his hand a smirk on his lips.

“So, can someone please tell me what does “L'Histoire de Juliette ou les Prospérités du vice” tells us about?” Aizen asks, sitting on the corner of his desk and crossing his long legs.

Some blush, others think. Literature is not just romantic sweet books; some are full of angst, and some are written by the Marquis de Sade. The day where erotica will be discussed to your literature classes has finally arrived.

You put down your pencil. It is shiny because of your saliva, and you haven’t even noticed. Lifting your hand, you wait for Mr. Aizen to notice you. And he does.

“Yes, dear (Name)?” he puts the book down, dedicating a full smile to you.

“Juliette is a story of violent pornography depictions but also intricated philosophical concepts that are truly dark… Classic Marquis de Sade” you answer, remembering how such novel had been your first erotic book you can recall ever reading.

He seems pleased. Aizen wanted to hear those words coming from your lips; he wanted to indulge into the idea of his sweet young student swimming into the deepest depraved waters of such novel.

“Very good, (Name). Tell me, did you read it?” he asks, he needs to be sure.

“I did, Mr. Aizen. “Juliette or Vice Amply Rewarded” is an exquisite work of art” you answer back, with a rather trembly voice and a soft bouncy leg under your desk. You swallow. It’s depraved, it’s dark and you are admitting publicly that you have read it.

He doesn’t say much more, but you can tell his eyes are now bathed by an aura of pride and something else you can’t quite recognize… or perhaps you can, and it seems to be hunger, lust, and immorality.

“I will ask you all to please read the book. By the end of the month, you should have a full analysis written. As for now, let’s start studying the author, shall we?”

The class goes by smoothly. There isn’t a better professor than him. And it’s not a coincidence that his classes are the most packed of all; in order to get a spot you need to rush the day the inscriptions open. Some, of course, aren’t there because of how amazing he is explaining literature but because of his looks. He is more than handsome, Aizen has something else that attracts women and men; he is naturally enticing, the way he speaks, the way he moves…

Two hours and a half are gone. Time flies when it comes to Sosuke’s classes. As you pick everything up and prepare to leave, a book slides on your desk. Your eyes scan the hand that rests on top of the cover, and slowly they go up to find out one of your stupid classmates.

“Wh- what?” you ask, you aren’t at uni to make friends. Much less with men. “So you have read the book? Can you tell me what is it about? Porno you said?” a smelly youngster asks you with a stupid smile that perhaps wants to portray sexual interest.

You grimace.

“Uh… yes. But… you should read it, is not exactly what you think” you murmur, closing with violence the zipper of your backpack.

“Oh… yeah? It’s like old people’s porn? Ha! Bet you really like to read about it” he spits, earning a look of total disgust coming from you.

“Is not the type of porn you are used to watch, dude. Can you please go away, I wanna go home” you tell him, trying to stand up. But he won’t let you.

A sudden hand lands on that asshole’s shoulder. “Miss (Name), I’d like to discuss something before you leave. Can you make some time for me?” Mr. Aizen tells you with a soft smile, while almost crushes that guy’s shoulder.

You blink twice, but them smile back at him. A little giggle slips out of your lips as the guy who had been annoying you begins to cough and silently runs away. Aizen looks like an angel, but his presence alone can make any other man run away.

You lower your gaze. His eyes are intimidating. “Thank you, professor” you murmur, standing up.

“No problem, (Name). Now, do you think you could really stay?” he asks, showing you, he wasn’t just making that up to scare that boy away.

A wave of heat hits your guts. The air feels heavy for some seconds. He really wants you to stay… “Uh, sure! I don’t have to work tonight, so I can stay. Is something the matter, sensei?”

Your professor, who is at least two decades older than you, beams in total satisfaction. Letting you know you are more than weak for him and all of those nights in which you have written endless erotic stories thinking of him haven’t been a mere dream.

“Oh no, don’t worry! I wanted to ask you about something. It’s ok if you can’t do it, but since you have already read Juliette, what about giving me your analysis before the end of the month? In exchange I will give you the freedom to choose any other erotic novel you wish to read and by the end of the month you could send in a different analysis” he suggests, walking towards his desk. You can see the way the small of his back looks just by how well his white shirt falls around his waist.

You gasp; you well understand why he is asking you this. Is not that he wants to punish you, he really wants to give you more freedom to read whatever you please. You have won the “teacher’s pet” title apparently… and you love it.

“Yes! I will! Thank you so much, Professor Aizen!” you chime, excitedly. And soon you took your hands to your mouth… did you just shown him what your favourite literature genre was?

Aizen walks around his desk, dragging sloppily his index on top of it. Sensually touching that surface, making you wish it was your skin.

You swallow, because his subtle scoff makes your back to arch unconsciously, your pupils to dilate and your core to throb.

“Very well, (Name). I’m glad you are committed to what you truly enjoy. I hate to force certain genres into some students, but you are a delight. Being your professor is very stimulating” he says, barely whispering.

His voice gets lower and raspier the more he speaks to you, but what makes you shiver are those words… he poetically chose to show how much he desires you. You are sure about it.

“The pleasure is mine, professor Aizen. I will hate the day these classes are over” you whisper, biting your lower lip immediately after. You unconsciously press your books against your chest, as if you were searching for some kind of relief; some kind of desperate touch.

Aizen grabs his suitcase and fixes his glasses. His hand, once again, brushes his hair back. “Let’s go and search for a good book at the library then” he orders.

You nod, pressing your books harder against your breasts to the point your nipples can feel it. And Aizen can clearly notice it. He very well knows about the effect he has on young students like you.

You follow him, the halls are already pretty empty. The last class is always the one the students will leave faster. Many hurry to get to their late-night jobs in time, others because are simply tired and want to go back to their rooms to sleep.

But definitely none of them would like to visit the library on a Friday night after a whole week of tiring classes… anyone but you…

The subtly white lights of each table barely illuminates the space. It’s as empty as you expected, and frankly not even the librarian seems to be at the counter during those hours.

“Ah… seems empty. What a pity, I wish more students would enjoy reading like you, (Name)… Do you know where erotica books are?” he asks, so nonchalantly.

Truth is, that you do know. You aren’t only a passive enjoyer of erotic literature; you even indulge on writing and posting it online… With a simple nod you take the lead. Aizen follows you, and you can sense his eyes tracing a path from your neck to the small of your back with his eyes. Or maybe that’s just what you wish he was doing… Indulging in your imagination is something you usually do, and it is as wrong, as tempting.

When you get to the little section of plus eighteen books you show them to your professor shily pointing at them.

He scoffs, sexily. “I will read the same you pick for the assignment” he says, leaving the suitcase on the little table near the bookcase. Aizen enjoys the way your fingertips run through the spines of each book. Until one catches your attention.

“Have you read Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, Aizen sensei?” you ask, pretty sure he did but still curious.

“Interest choice, (Name). I will read it” he murmurs, with a smirk that leaves you breathless.

You nod, picking the only copy available. You hand the book to him, grazing so softly his fingers. He inspects the cover page; he is making you so anxious and you have no idea why… what are you waiting for him to do?

“(Name), why did you pick this one? Is it because you wanna go deep into the moral aspects? Or because you enjoy immorality?” he asks, scanning the pages quickly.

You feel your heart about to jump from your chest, your breathing shortening. “I- uhh… I-“ you stutter, you aren’t really sure why you exactly chose such polemic novel.

And if oxygen wasn’t going inside you, it finally stops flowing completely to your lungs when his hand reach for your cheek as he bends forward to you. His thumb grazes your lip with such delicacy but so erotically that you can feel your knees failing to keep you standing.

“Do you find their age gap enticing? Or maybe the new experiences Lolita wants to try with Professor Hubert?” he asks, pushing his thumb in between your lips.

You blink slowly, letting his finger touch the tip of your tongue. Even such little touch tastes delicious, just as you imagined. Truth is, that you worship Aizen sensei as if he was a god. The god and guardian of your libidinous dreams.

“I… the- age…” you stutter, as he takes his glasses off with his free hand. He throws his head back just a little, and the sharpness of his mandible presents in front of you. You feel like an animal whose been deprived from food for so long… you just wanna jump and bite, and lick, and smell his neck… where this all has came from? You haven’t even touched a man in your life before, even at your age at which many of your friends already had immeasurable experience.

Aizen puts the glasses on top of the desk, slowly pushing you with his chest to it too. Your ass hits the table, your hands grab tightly to the edges of it. Nails carved in that old wood, toes curling inside your shoes. You can only feel surrounded by Aizen topping presence, and the subtle scent of his masculine fragrance.

You look up at him with puppy eyes that make him madly attracted to your innocence. “Tell me something, (Name)… all of those books have taught you well?” he asks, acknowledging your virginity so accurately.

You are amazed at how fast he was able to tell you haven’t ever tried the honeys of sex, and you can’t help but blindly wish he would be your first. Oh… and he will, darling.

He reaches for your thighs, sitting you over the table. “Were those books enough, or you wish for me to teach you?” he whispers, taking his lips closer to yours.

You let him approach you more and more, almost at the verge of fainting. You have waited for so long, just to let a man like him to take you. You feel dizzy, lightheaded. You can tell even your lips are throbbing, the blood pumping from your heart getting with strength at every inch of your body.

“I wish for Aizen sensei to teach me, please ~” you murmur, feeling the soft graze of his lips against yours. Drunken with pleasure, and slightly jolting when his hot palm lands on your thigh. And it goes up, under your skirt… so indecently searching for something he is sure he will find in the centre of your femininity… arousal pooling just because and for him.

“Heh… let’s focus this first lesson on your senses… shall we?” he orders, covering your eyes with his palm while his lips struck yours and his tongue mercilessly violates your mouth.

You gasp, receiving his indecent intrusion. You do as he tells; focus on your senses… The touch of his wet tongue against yours, flowing so organically one with the other. The taste of his mouth that’s so delicious. The scent of his perfume, musky, and masculine. The sound of a kiss so full of lust, reverberating with soft moans coming from you and low grunts coming from him.

The hand that’s been traveling up your leg finally finds the wet spot he has been wanting to reach. “So wet already… were you waiting for this, (Name)? Aren’t you a little bit corrupted?” he jokes, as if he wasn’t corrupt enough for taking you right there in such public spot at his work place.

“I… it’s because it’s you… professor Aizen ~” you purr, allowing your arms to rest on his shoulders.

He beams with sloppy eyelids, looking at you from the side with his fingers already in between your panties and sex. “Because of me? Are those stories you write inspired on me, (Name)?” he asks, showing you how much of a stalker he had been of your social media.

“Ai… Aizen sensei! You read my stories?” you ask, widening your eyes and soon spasming from his fingers penetrating your entrance. You bite your lips, pressing your forehead to his with subtle moans that you try to muffle.

He slowly goes in and out, trying the stretching capability of your walls. Sosuke is so pleased to find you are so pretty tight even to his fingers and he can only fantasize on how well his dick will feel once he is inside you.

“Of course, sweetheart. I told you; you are a delight of a pupil… that’s why you are so stimulating to me” he mumbles, whispering in your ear. “Will you write about this one experience, too? Let me help you with that too, please”

You tremble, your nails carve marks on the table as he alternates fingering and circles around your erected clit. You feel like losing control, like something unstoppable being unleashed inside you. And Aizen enjoys lifting your legs up to make you a lot more dilated than before.

He makes sure there is nobody around and proceeds to lower the zipper of his black formal pants. “Do you want me to teach you what it feels to have a man inside you, (Name)?” he asks, before doing anything else. Apparently he is still a gentleman despite the age difference, and the perverted idea of a professor fucking his student.

You nod biting your lower lip, still panting because of his unstoppable finger torture. “P-pwease, Aizen sensei… take me… teach me… be my first…” you whine, with eyes semi open, watching his perverse stare in between your almost touching eyelashes.

“That’s a very good girl… please, spread those beautiful legs for your sensei then”

You can feel how his hardness touches your entrance but doesn’t enter still. With your panties barely pushed to the side, it’s enough for your fluids to mix in one slippery cocktail of lust.

“I will be gentle with you, ok? I promise it won’t hurt” he whispers, kissing your cheek. Not only he is teaching you, but he pretends to take a caretaker role… because he knows he can. Because he knows he doubles your age, and because he knows you want it so bad. The upstanding professor Sosuke Aizen ended up being such a depraved man, after all…

“Yeah… yes thank you, Professor Aizen ~”

He attacks your lips once more, while one of his hands slowly massages one of your breasts over your blouse and the other one slowly reaches for the small of your back.

Sosuke slowly pulls you towards him, and you can feel the tip of his sex barely making some pressure on your labia. Is not yet enough to go inside, but the unhurried torture of the unknown feeling of having him inside is killing you…and you aren’t scared, the thing is that you can’t wait no more… you are dying to feel full of him, to give your precious treasure to him.

“I… please…” you plead, ripping a sexy laugh from him with his lips pressed against yours.

“You can’t wait no more, right? You want it badly, sweetheart? We should take it slow, I wanna enjoy making you a woman!” he taunts you, playing with your need, rejoicing in the chills and bumps of your skin the more he waits to make you his.

You cross your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Perhaps you aren’t doing this on purpose, and it’s just instinct and need. And Aizen knows it very well, you are ready for defloration…

“Don’t scream, bite my shoulder” he commands, pushing delicately your head towards his neck. He caresses your hair, and you can feel how he slowly opens his way inside your entrance. First, resting a few seconds right at the start of your sex and the slowly sliding himself inside.

You feel your walls stretching and soft inside “pop”. A pleasant pain that soon changes from a slight burn to an explosion of pleasure. And your teeth carved in his shoulder with a muzzled moan that will accompany Aizen’s memories forever.

“Ngh.. you are doing so good… you have no idea how good you feel around me… your virginal tightness” he grunts under his breath as his hips die to move faster.

“Am I, Aizen-sensei?” you ask, with incipient tears pooling on your eyes. It feels like heaven to be penetrated by him, to hear his soft moans of pleasure, his grunts as you expertly milk him with your walls.

He grunts, hallucinated by the way you suck him in with nothing but your spasming core. “Why- you… you where did you learn to do that? I… stop-” he frowns and tightens his jaw. He is clearly suffering, because he wants to last but it looks like he won’t be able to do so.  

You giggle… “from the novels I read, Professor Aizen ~”

Aizen swallows; he has stopped hugging you and now his hand slaps the table right next to your left hip. “You want me to fill you up, don’t you? You wanna be full of my cum, little depraved one?” he asks, seriously, stopping the thrusts just to make sure you know where you got yourself into.

“Fill me up, Aizen Sosuke…” you purr into his ear, biting his earlobe after.

ㅤㅤ“Gladly, sweetheart… please, keep it all inside for me”