#anyway² back to the commission and studying for my tests grind

[isatartdump]

I should probably change my handle from isatartdump for something else since I am not ONLY isat posting (I do plan on doing more isat posting I just need to find the stash of sketches I made while I was out of tumblr) Anyway I hope you guys don't mind forsaken art? I made some

In no particular time-order

And lastly but not less important,

anyway thats all I have good bye for the next few weeks probably, I need to lock in and pretend I don't have a keeping focus issue

[sethrine-writes]

Lay Me Down Gently

Fandom:  Devil May Cry 5

Pairing:  V x F!Reader

Words:  2493

Warnings:  Sexual themes, Sex, Spicy stuff, High school AU

Commission Request:  900 words, fluffy first-time sex, mostly clothed sex, super intimate (hand holding, hugging, just schmoopy sex), lots of reassurances and some awkwardness.

A/N:  This is a commission for the positively lovely @fivetail, and it takes place in our upcoming high school au, Curriculum Vita(l)e! Thank you so much for commissioning me, dear! It’s always a delight, and my too much gene likes to kick in something fierce with your ideas.

Important Note:  While this is written in a high school setting, both V and the Reader are of-age, consenting individuals, despite them being students. If you are unable to grasp this information, please turn away, as this may not be the hot tamale of a fic you’re looking for.

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The moment wasn’t planned, neither you nor V having figured there would be any modicum of privacy to be had, once you made it back to his house. There was some studying to do for next week’s big test, anyways, and his place was much closer to the school than yours was. Besides that, you adored his wacky little family, the endless teasing from his uncle and the vigilant, almost imposing presence of his father (who only meant well, of course, and was actually rather lovely, once you got to talking to him without feeling your life was in peril from just his stare).

Oddly enough, no one seemed to be home when you arrived, of which was confirmed by a hastily scrawled note on the kitchen island –Dante’s penmanship, V was quick to point out- proclaiming both uncle and father had some business to take care of and wouldn’t be home until late. Nero, too, hadn’t come home, though you knew before leaving school grounds that he had rugby practice as well as plans to hang out with Kyrie soon after.

It was only natural progression, then, that V pulled you to him and leaned in to scramble your brain with a stupidly sweet kiss, lips gentle and firm and lingering for much longer than just a quick little declaration of his affection for you should have without being on the side of indecent.

“I’ve been eager to do that all day,” he confessed when pulling away, smiling just on the side of cheekily at the dazed look on your face.

“Is, ah…is that, you know, the only thing? That you’ve been eager to do, that is,” you voiced, attempting at being teasing, but sounding more nervous than anything

“There are a few things, perhaps,” he answered, and though he was able to say so with conviction, you could see in the pink of his cheeks that you had flustered him greatly by your own words. There was accomplishment in that, at least, and it had you smiling and leaning up to kiss him just as sweetly.

Your simple kiss turned into more of a complex one, with tongues tangling and hands grabbing at each other through the simmering heat that both of you shared. It was hardly a wonder you soon found yourself in the comfort of his room, door closed despite the empty house, giddily excited for no other reason than for just being with each other.

Your blazer was shed quickly, but it was the only thing V seemed patient enough to allow, as he was quick to whisk you onto the bed, pulling you into his lap with near trembling hands against your thighs. He lingered there for a long time, even as you continued kissing rather vehemently, his long fingers stroking at the exposed skin not covered by your pleated skirt or thigh-high stockings. It was a wonder the fabric stayed put, considering the heft of your thighs, but it apparently made them all the more enticing to V as he stroked at the edge of the stockings, fingers just barely dipping between.

V touching you, alone, was enough to make him damn near whimper against your lips, the sound alarmingly pleasing to your ears.

He remained idle in his exploration, content with stroking against your skin even as you moved your kisses down the lovely pale expanse of his neck, fingers clumsily rucking up his dress shirt and sweater vest so that you could press your palms against his bare torso. His skin was smooth, and the tiny little hitches in his breath were more than expected when your palms passed over the expanse of it.

Your fiery kisses against him began to gentle after some time, and when you pulled back to gaze into those lovely green eyes you so enjoyed, you were struck with just how much you really were falling for him. V was gazing at you adoringly, one of his hands coming up to push some of your hair behind your ear as he smiled gently, and your heart nearly leapt out of your chest at the small action.

Oh, God, but you loved him.

“H-hey, V? I think…I think I’m ready,” you voiced, stammering even as you were sure your words were true.

For a brief moment, V looked confused by what you meant, and it was rather sweet that he was more than content with having you like you were, with kisses and little touches and imposing on nothing more. Even sweeter was the look of realization upon his face when you reiterated your statement, putting a much heavier emphasis on your words.

“Oh,” he said simply, flushed cheeks coloring even further. “Oh, you mean…and you’re certain that you’re ready?”

“Well, yeah. I mean…i-if you wanted to. If you are, then I’m ready. I want to.”

V’s gaze never left yours as you did your best to voice what you wanted, knowing you were just as flustered as he was. It was a lot to take in, and so suddenly, too, but everything about that moment was just right. There’s wasn’t anything special about the day or the place, but it felt special to you, and you hoped that maybe V was feeling the same way.

The kiss he shared with you next was answer enough, but he was sure to voice his desire to you as soon as he pulled away.

“It would be my utmost pleasure.”

From that point, everything felt more surreal. Rough hands and heated kisses were building up to something more, and the reality of the situation had you aching in the most decadent of ways.

Wandering fingers found their way up your skirt in a very short amount of time, and the gasp you let loose was silenced by V’s want to devour you whole with his kisses. When he finally did pull away, you were immediate in hiding your face in the crook of his neck, a keening breath leaving you as wicked, talented fingers pushed aside cotton panties in order to delve into the heat of your body.

“I have you, my little lion,” he murmured against your ear, the same comfort he was always ready to grace your ears with when he was on the giving end of your pleasurable escapades. All the same, you were moaning against him at the sentiment, thighs trembling and hips moving of their own accord against his hand.

Maybe it was your perception of the moment, anticipation of what was to come, but you were nearing that precipice much quicker than you ever had before. V’s constant reassurances and gentle praises into your ear were helping you along, that familiar tingling growing and growing, and before you knew it, your orgasm was washing over you, sending your nerve endings alight with sensation and forcing a near-shout to pass your lips as you clung to the very thing keeping you grounded and sending you soaring.

When you were more aware of your surroundings, breaths coming out in short pants against V’s neck, you pulled back a bit and looked at him with a stunned, confused expression.

“V? I…I thought we-?”

A startled shout escaped you as your position was suddenly flipped, your back landing on the soft bedding rather gently as V towered over you with every bit the look of a predator capturing his prey. His eyes were blown wide, beautiful green obscured by dark pupils and lusty intentions. He pressed his body against yours, hips grinding down, and you were very aware of just how eager your boyfriend still was.

“I wanted to please you, first,” he said, and you were aware of the rasp to his voice, the utterly wrecked quality it possessed just from having given you pleasure, “and now that I have, I’m afraid I’m much too eager to continue, if you’ll still have me.”

You took a page from his book and tangled your fingers into his hair, pulling him down into a sultry kiss that made clear your want for him. He reacted by all but sinking against you, body pressed as close as was possible as his hips continued their eager grinding against your own. The motion was sending little frissons of pleasure throughout your sensitive body, tiny little shocks that had your legs trembling once more.

V’s hands were all over you once more, large palms skirting across your still-clothed breasts and giving them a squeeze before continuing farther and farther downward. There was a moment he pulled away, albeit reluctantly, from your kisses to hike your skirt up about your hips, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of your breathless form, much to your embarrassment.

Slowly, he reached for your underwear, pulling at the sides and carefully removing them from your stocking-clad legs. That he was making a conscious effort to leave your stockings in place had you blushing anew, hands coming up and balling against your eyes in an expected mix of bashfulness and eager anticipation. He chuckled lightly, but the reassuring pressure of his hands squeezing at your thighs was comforting and familiar.

The next few moments were a blur in your hazy mind. There was the clinking sound of V’s belt, followed by the zipper and a shaky sigh. There was warmth against you, the heat of intimate joining that had you arching up and gasping out, of which had V fumbling for a moment, if the misguided heat of his cock against your bare leg was anything to go by. You giggled lightly at that before your breath caught in your throat, the pressure of his entry an overwhelming sensation for what felt like forever until he was, finally, utterly still against you.

Your hands were removed from your face with gentle prodding, fingers suddenly entangled with long, elegant ones. Almost blearily, you opened your eyes to find V hovering above you, his hair a dark veil around you, shielding your view from everything but him.

“Are you alright, my lion?” he asked, voice just above a whisper as his hands flexed against yours in a gentle squeeze. It took a moment for you to gather your senses, but you squeezed back reassuringly, smile shaky and warm.

“I’m…I’m good. You have me, right? And I have you, too.”

That answer earned you a languid kiss that nearly stole your breath in the best of ways.

After a moment, V pulled back, lips barely brushing yours, and gave a slow thrust of his hips forward. Your reaction was immediate, a quiet gasp and the fluttering of your lashes. He tested the motion once more, pulling back slowly and thrusting against you, earning the same reaction. The groan V let loose was positively sinful, the sound causing you to clench around him as he started a steady pace that stuttered several times in its creation.

The sensations weren’t much, at first, just a smooth glide from within that felt right, and the longer V continued to move against you, the more you were beginning to feel. You shifted your legs after a few minutes, knees coming up as you used one leg to wrap around V and pull him closer, and suddenly, you were keening high in your throat at the shocks of pleasure zipping up your spin.

V groaned and began moving faster, his head dropping to your shoulder as little pants escaped his lips. He let go of one of your hands to grab at your hip, and you were quick to keep him close by threading your shaking fingers in his dark tresses once more. The new angle, coupled with V’s need to move just a bit faster, just a bit harder, had you gasping and moaning incomprehensible things.

“P-ple-…please, I…V!”

You didn’t know what it was you wanted, but V was agreeing with you, regardless, little punched out sounds and an affirming chorus of, “Yes…yes!”

At some point, you had abandoned holding his hand in favor of wrapping your arms around him, trembling fingers gripping at the back of his blazer, his hair, back to his blazer as you tried to find some semblance of an anchor.

V was not lost on the sentiment, his long arms coming around your body to pull you close as his hips clumsily continued, not really pulling out anymore, but continuing to grind in jerky motions. The movement brought on a whole new slew of pleasure, a new form of stimulation against your clit that had you nearly seeing stars and shouting your praises. Your noises egged him on, had V groaning and kissing sloppily at your neck as his short nails dug into the fabric of your dress shirt.

It wasn’t clear what sent you over the edge, but the pleasure was insurmountable. Your very being trembled and exposed itself in that moment, your mind reaching a place of nirvana as V laid you open from the inside out. For a good long minute, you were barely aware of much else but the thrumming of your body and how it seemed to continue forever.

V was still moving against you when you were more present to the moment, his groans desperate as his bony hips stuttered into yours incessantly. Your fingers were still in his hair, his mouth still against your skin, and it was perfect.

“I’ve got you, V,” you murmured, pressing kisses to his face and giving light, overstimulated little noises that seemed to finally get him where he needed.

With a shout, he tensed against you, teeth unintentionally digging into your shoulder and forcing a short cry from your lips. A new sensation of warmth flooded your insides, and it was all you could do not to tremble delightedly at the thought. As it was, V was trembling enough for you, overwhelmed by the feeling of your body joined with his.

For several long minutes, there was nothing more than the sound of your labored breaths and the pounding of your hammering heart slowing into a steady beat within your chest.

When V finally lifted his face from your shoulder, his lovely gaze met yours with a look of absolute adoration, an almost dopey smile playing at his impossibly plush lips. It was such a different expression that you didn’t ever recall seeing, but you were more than eager to recreate as often as you could.

“That was…unexpected,” he said, voice laced with fatigue and a hint of amusement.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the action apparently contagious enough to have V chuckling above you.

“Definitely unexpected,” you countered, fingers gentle as they pushed the hair from his sweaty forehead, “but it felt right.”

V hummed in agreement, leaning over you once more to place sweet, gentle kisses against your lips. This time, there wasn’t any rush to the sweet caresses, tongues prodding lips and exploring each other with no real goal other than because you could.

Unplanned, but perfect, nonetheless.

[ua-monoma]

.01.26.

1:45pm @ua-stein

[Monoma knocks on the door of Stein’s office, a good fifteen minutes before their scheduled time. He's also dressed nicely, perhaps a little too nicely considering the occasion. As he waits, he frowns to himself, fiddling with his hair before finally calling out.] 

MONOMA: It's Monoma...

[So early. Trying to prove a point, Stein muses, smiling to himself. He's trying, definitely, but it only succeeds in showing that he's just as childish as ever. He considers not answering until the 15 minutes have passed. Making him wait. Cruel, but sort of deserved. He only waits 5. After that he stands, making his way to the door and opening it, leaning heavily on the frame.] 

STEIN: Nothing else to do today? 

[The question is sort of rhetorical, sort of annoyed.] 

STEIN: Come in. 

[He steps away, back to his desk.]

[Monoma scowls at the attitude and again at the question, immediately frustrated again. Entering the room, his bad mood settles slightly as he takes it all in, curiosity popping up in its place. Eventually he sits, pursing his lips, at a loss for words as he recalls their last conversation and the utter disaster it was.]

MONOMA: ... So... [he finally starts.] What is this about exactly...?

STEIN: You. [He says with a shrug.] Do you know what I do here?

MONOMA: ... Not exactly, but I'm sure you're about to enlighten me...

[Stein gives an insincere smile.] 

STEIN: I'm the Director of Research here. In other words, I pass through everything people want to test and explore. I also do quite a bit on my own. I was one of the leading scientists when we discovered the League's noumu lab, and I've helped in a lot of studies about how quirks work inside the human body and how to effectively implant or explant them.

[Monoma nods slowly, not really understanding at first, but when the noumu lab is mentioned he goes pale and stricken, hardly even able to draw breath. His heart pulses in his chest, itching and wrong, before he finally is able to muster another nod.] 

MONOMA: ... Ah... I see...

[The smile grows more sinister, watching Monoma process everything, until it falls completely, just quick enough that he wouldn't notice.]

STEIN: Do you know why you're here?

MONOMA: ...

[He nods, just slightly. He wants to leave.] 

MONOMA: ...

STEIN: Tell me what happened. 

[He slides a small device forward, slowly blinking red.] 

STEIN: And keep in mind that this is all being recorded.

MONOMA: ... I... 

[He stares at the device, the horror on his face that much more clear.] 

MONOMA: ... don't really know where to start...

STEIN: Usually you start at the beginning.

MONOMA: ... 

[He tears his eyes away from the device, staring at his hands now as he picks at his fingers.] 

MONOMA: It was... an alternate's doing. He was obsessed with helping me become something... other... than I was... 

[His eyes flicker up to Stein then back down again fast.] 

MONOMA: ...

MONOMA: He had a theory that there were 'loopholes' in my quirk that would allow him to create a sentient noumu...like thing. Or. Something like that. Something... new. 

[He fights a shiver as the words he remembers Deku saying as he'd laid back barely coscious leaves his mouth.] 

MONOMA: It was, um... the very end of September, when it started...

[Stein listens carefully, despite his disinterested demeanor. It's interesting. Loopholes in his quirk, he gets stuck on that, eyes flicking to him and looking him over, looking for anything wrong with him, like you might see in a noumu. Loopholes. A quirk copying quirk, obviously there's something that could be tweaked, made so those quirks stay forever, is that was he wanted? Or just some of them, by choice. Either would be interesting.]

STEIN: So what did he do?

MONOMA: ...

[He opens his mouth to answer the question but, for a second, his voice gets caught in his throat. His heart races that much faster, a cold sweat just starting to dot his brow. He's never had to actually voice it before, and the sheer concept of bringing it to words...]

MONOMA: ... The... experiment... [God.] ... involved... replacing parts of myself with a... with a noumu's. 

[He swallows. God. He might vomit if this keeps up.] 

MONOMA: My quirk... utilizes DNA, in a way, s...so...

[Interesting.]

STEIN: So you have pieces of DNA from other things constantly in you, granting you access to those quirks at any time. [He finishes, leaning back in his chair.] Which, effectively, renders you part... noumu.

MONOMA: ... 

[He continues picking at his nails with slightly more vigor now.] 

MONOMA: ... I suppose, in a way...

STEIN: In a way. [He echoes, a slight amusement coming to his tone.] ... You've left me with a lot of questions, Monoma.. a lot of questions... 

[He sighs, leaning his head back briefly, moving his hands above his head while he thinks.] 

STEIN: What did he replace? What quirks are at your disposal? Was he finished, or was there more he was going to do-who is He in the first place?

MONOMA: Midoriya Izuku. 

[He picks harder.] 

MONOMA: He never attempted to try again afterwards, he was always more focused on... training, I think. Or me fulfilling some purpose. 

MONOMA: [He picks harder.] 

MONOMA: There were transfusions. Blood, bone marrow, some sort of...

[He bites his lip, practically hearing the violent buzz of a drill grinding against his head.] 

MONOMA: And my... heart. Was removed and replaced.

MONOMA: ... 

[He stares unseeingly down on his fingers.] 

MONOMA: I've never tried to use those quirks, I don't know. I'm aware of some sort of r.. regenerative ability, I wouldn't have survived it if it weren't for that, but...

[His breath is stolen when Monoma mentions his heart. The whole thing, removed and replaced, to keep someone elses quirk inside of him forever. Stein  wonders whose it is. What it does. What's so important that it has to be the heart. He wants to see it with his own two eyes.]

STEIN: ... A lot of untapped potential there. [He mumbles, giving him another once over.] If you register your quirks you can use them in hero training. For good.

[Monoma’s eyes widen and snap towards Stein.] 

MONOMA: ... What...

[A thousand reasons why he can't surge up. He can't have the world knowing he's a freak. Nobody fucking has multiple quirks, everyone would treat him like a monster, and he is one, he is one but he doesn't want people to know-]

MONOMA: ...

[Stein shrugs, nonchalant at the violent reaction he gets from Monoma.] 

STEIN: Turn the bad into something good. Someone's gonna find out eventually, and if you don't just put it out there they're gonna use it against you. Either make it your own or screw yourself in 10 years when you have someone that really wants to see you crash and burn. Also, [he picks up the file with his blood tests,] these all say clear as day that you're basically a noumu, and any doctor can take your blood and look. Better for everyone if you just admit it.

MONOMA: ...

[Shellshocked, he stares at the files in his hands. What he's saying makes sense, obviously. Obviously that's the only option, the best option, of course this could be spun in his favor and who cares about the press and the judgement when he'd clearly be one of the most powerful heroes out there.

... It's all what he wishes he could make himself believe. Maybe in another life, another world, another universe, he can. All the terror weighs him down, though.]

MONOMA: ... 

[He nods slowly.] 

MONOMA: Okay...

STEIN: Choose whatever though. 

[He shrugs, setting the files down.] 

STEIN: Oh. Another thing. Do you know what makes a noumu really.. a noumu? Other than being stupid and having too many quirks.

MONOMA: ... We weren't exactly taught about noumu in school... 

[He frowns.] 

MONOMA: Though I have a few guesses...

STEIN: Really? 

[He hums.] 

STEIN: Guess I'll have to rectify that. Anyway. One of the key things we've found in noumu over the years is heightened loyalty. 

[Another smile crosses his face.] 

STEIN: Although, based on the alterations and the methods that were used, I doubt that's something that happened with you. We've also tracked a lot of memory loss in noumu, brainwashing, things like that. I think some just have so much that they can't handle it all and get rid of every thought they have that isn't given to them. They were all human once, you know. Individuals. There's a lot in the brain, it'd be difficult to handle that times two, let alone four or five or ten or.. whatever.

MONOMA: ... [His expression hardens at the thought.] 

MONOMA: I wasn't brainwashed... 

[He frowns.] 

MONOMA: You say you doubt it but why bring it up if it weren't all that relevant to the conversation? Unless you wanted to insinuate something...?

STEIN: I doubt it, but it's still possible. 

[He shrugs.] 

STEIN: Although you seem like a terrible liar, so I'm not super worried.

[He clicks his tongue, anger flaring in him again.] 

MONOMA: ...

STEIN: It's a good thing. 

[He sits back, swiveling from side to side in his chair.]

MONOMA: Mm. 

[He watches the swiveling, seething a little. Calling him immature when he has such a childish habit of his own...]

MONOMA: ... May I ask what your plan at this point is? I assume, as the Director of Research, there are... studies... you'd wish to undergo. Or, at the very least, some sort of path you'd like to take concerning all of... this.

STEIN: I was just going to talk about that. 

[He grins, straightening out.] 

STEIN: That's exactly what I'd like to do. I want to do more tests, physical and psychological, and I'd like to keep track of you and have you check in monthly at the very least. And maybe while you're here you'll learn a thing or two.

[Tests... Monoma fights a grimace. More experiments, then. And if being poked and prodded at wasn't bad enough, they'd be attempting to dissect his mind as well.]

MONOMA: ... Alright... [he agrees reluctantly.] But do I get to know of these tests beforehand? And am I allowed to refuse them...?

STEIN: Of course. 

[Stein opens a drawer and takes a packet of papers out from his desk, outlining Monoma's rights as a patient as well as the Commissions' rights, with places to sign at the bottom of every page.] 

STEIN: This is all the legal stuff you need to sign off on. It'll detail that I can't surprise you with anything and you can refuse anything. Because of the nature of this and what might happen, I'll also need your guardian to sign these. 

[He flips a few pages and points to the last few with two spots for signatures.]

MONOMA: I see... 

[Taking the packet, Monoma skims a few lines, though it's a legal jargon he's not in the mood to force himself to understand. He'll have time to read it through later, he assumes... He fights a grimace again, imagining the conversation with his grandfather he'll have to have about this.]

MONOMA: Alright... So I'll just bring this to you later, then...

STEIN: Yes. You can bring it to me at school, if you'd like. 

[He nods, swaying side to side in his chair.] 

STEIN: It's not too complicated.

[He glances up to watch him swaying again, skeptical.] 

MONOMA: Alright... Is there anything else...

STEIN: No. Unless you have any questions.

MONOMA: ... 

[He glances through the papers some more.] 

MONOMA: ... You mentioned quirk implantation... May I ask about that or is that confidential...?

STEIN: You can try. 

[He shrugs.]

MONOMA: ... Has it been done successfully? Explanting a quirk and placing it in someone else.

STEIN: We think so.

[Monoma nods slowly.] 

MONOMA: And you used the noumu to do that...?

STEIN: Yes. 

[He gives a knowing smile, and then glances at the clock.]

[Monoma follows his glance with a frown.] 

MONOMA: ... It just makes me curious. Perfecting that kind of technology, it offers a lot of opportunities to dominate the hero system as we know it. Robbing villains of their power, strengthening heroes, controlling them...

[... He sighs and then waves the thought away, starting to get to his feet.] 

MONOMA: It's fine, I know me wondering about it doesn't warrant an honest conversation. Regardless, I'd be honored to help in any sort of research on that matter. I'll try and get these to you as soon as possible...

STEIN: If you agree to all of this and start coming regularly you might end up hearing about it anyway. It's ongoing classified research that you'll be a part of, which is why you'll find a non-disclosure agreement near the back. That's pretty broad though, generally we'll also give you one for specific exams or procedures if needed.

[Monoma nods some more.] 

MONOMA: That makes sense... Glad to hear it.

STEIN: Yep. Anything else?

MONOMA: No... I assume I can contact you if I have any thoughts or questions...

STEIN: Of course.

[Monoma gives a short bow.] 

MONOMA: Then that will be all... Thank you for this.

STEIN: Thank you.

[With one last nod, Monoma shows himself out quietly.]

[sunflowerspectre]

NSFW Commission for Armethaumaturgy

Commission For Armethaumaturgy

Fandom: EslWord (Video Game) Characters: Infinity Sword, Esper, Apostasia Requested Word Count: 2000 - 4000 Requested: Modern AU - NSFW, blindfolds, praise, over-stimulation, focusing on Esper Genre: NSFW/Male Threesome Final Word Count: 3303 Posted on Ao3

ElsWord was supposed to be one of the best colleges in the country despite its unusual name. It pained him to see how well the others seemed to fit right into the setting. Infi was having the time of his life already, invited to more frat parties than he could count; did he invite any of the others? No. Of course not. Esper was off with his nose in a book in some library, doing what all of them should be doing – studying. Of the three of them, Esper was the only one who took college seriously. While Sia himself was doing his best, there were many other things he'd rather be doing than a term paper – or rather many other people I'd rather be doing. 

The wicked smile on his face didn't last long. It didn't matter how many fantasies went through his head, it didn't change the fact that he was alone in their dorm room. Sia leaned back in his chair, causing the wheels beneath it to squeak. A bored sigh escaped his lips as he put his hands behind his head. How long has it been anyway? He stared up, the ceiling fan mimicked the circles his mind seemed to spin. When was the last time all three of them had did something together? Just a date. He huffed. Something. Anything. Is that too much to ask? Apparently. 

The door to the dorm swung open, causing him to jump. He barely caught himself as he nearly tumbled over. Infi swayed in with a grace that should have been impossible for someone as drunk as he was. A suave smile was on his lips and an empty red solo cup in his hand.

“What the hell, Infi,” Sia sneered, “You can't just come barging in like that!”

“Says who,” Infi grinned brilliantly, “This is my room too, you know.”

Sia grumbled under his breath, settling himself back on his chair as Infi collapsed onto the closest bed. That's not even his bed, Sia thought with frustration – he had only just made that bed too. However, it was hard to get mad when Infi looked rather good stretched out on the bed, red solo cup still balancing in one hand as he stared up at the ceiling. Doesn't hurt to appreciate the view. 

“I'm telling ya, Sia, you missed a hell of a party. You should've came with me...”

Infi's voice came out as a slurred whine. Sia could smell the alcohol from his chair, causing him to crinkle his noise. 

“You always say that.”

“Well, yeah,” Infi sat up on the bed, looking at Sia with big pleading eyes, “I wanna show you off to all the guys – well you and Esper, but we both know that neither of us are getting him to a party anytime soon.”

Sia cracked a small smile, turning in his chair to better face Infi. 

“If it makes you feel any better, I don't think anything short of a nuclear war will get Esper to stop studying.”

Infi snorted before lazily taking a sip of his cup. He smacked his lips a few times and a thoughtful expression crossed his face. Sia eyed him warily, knowing full well that that expression would have one of two results – a very, very stupid idea or an absolutely genius one. He wasn't sure which way it would go with Infi being as intoxicated as he was. 

“What if...” Infi spoke slowly, getting up from the bed, “… What if I think I know a way to get Esper to stop studying?”

Sia carefully slid his chair farther from Infi, “You mean short of murder?”

A devious smile crossed Infi's lips as he passed Sia to set his cup on the computer desk. As Sia turned to face him, Infi slid into his lap, wrapping his legs around the chair. Their faces were inches apart, causing Sia to choke on the smell. Though he couldn't complain about the slow grinding of Infi's crotch against his own. 

“No,” Infi whispered, leaning forward to gently nip at Sia's ear, “What I have in mind is something much more enjoyable. For all of us.”

A shiver ran down Sia's spine and he wasn't able to control the way his knees shake. 

Oh.

Nearly everyone around his dorm had gotten used to seeing Esper walk through the halls with his nose deep within a book. A majority of students politely ignored him, others rolled their eyes, while the rest kindly stepped out of his way when he became too ignorant to his surroundings. He paid no mind. He hardly cared what people did around him unless it was the two people in his life that actually mattered.

He briefly thought of just where his two beloved roommates may be. Considering the Friday night's moon had ascended far into the night sky, he doubted Infi would even be in their dorm. His hand was probably already down some man's pants with his alcohol-laced breath tainting some poor man's cock. Not that Esper particularly minded, he knew going into a relationship with Infi would be open-ended at best. As their third mutual partner, Sia, proved. 

Esper hummed, he'd be surprised if Sia wasn't at the dorm. He was usually still awake, hunched over his computer, whenever Esper strolled in at this hour. A whisper of a lustful thought swept through his mind – wondering when was the last time that Sia was hunched over something else, preferably Esper's own lap. 

Stop that, Esper chided himself, shaking his head. He couldn't be swept away by hormones again. He had to study, he had to get good grades. He refused to let his education go to waste. But it is the weekend… I don't have a test until Tuesday… 

He was at his dorm door sooner than he would have liked, still debating between his mind, his heart, and where most of his blood flow was going at the moment.

His eyes widened in minor surprise, taking a hesitant step back, when the door swung open from the other side. He waited for a moment, but no one stepped through. He was met by silence and darkness. An uneasy feeling began to stir in his gut. 

He took a cautious step through the door and into the dorm. He could hardly make out anything beyond Sia's empty computer chair and the vague silhouette of the beds through the sharp shadows. He squinted his eyes, straining to see any sign of either of his partners, when the door slowly shut behind him. 

He didn't have a chance to turn around before someone grabbed him from behind. His body tensed as he sucked in a tight breath. Yet he wasn't met with any violence. Instead came a different type of torture. His body shivered as the hands wrapped around him slowly slid their way up his shirt. A hot breath exhaled by his ear, causing him to shift on his feet. A soft nibble at his ears caused his knees to shake.

He didn't struggle. There weren't many people on campus brave enough to pull something like this. At least to him. It couldn't have been Sia, could it have been? No – he was much too reserved, too submissive, to pull off this type of dominate work. That left only one person. 

“Infi,” Esper's voice slightly changed as he began to smell the faint traces of alcohol, “You're drunk. I told you we're not going to do anything if you're plastered.”

The hands didn't stop. Fingertips lightly grazed against his side before slowly tracing their way to his nipples. He let out a shuddering gasp as Infi, very gently, tweaked his nipples.

“I'm not drunk.” Confident lips pressed against the back of his neck. The room began to spin as he tried to fight the urge to close his eyes. “The alcohol wore off while we were waiting for you.”

“We,” Esper's whispered question wavered through the air. As the teasing on his nipples grew and the gentle kisses on his neck turned into light sucking, he was finding it harder and harder to stand.

There was a light hum of agreement, another hand – one that was not Infi's – slid up his legs. He looked down through hooded eyes, a light pant on his lips, to see Sia on his knees in front of him. Sia gave him a slight, almost cheeky grin, before he continued his movements. This time Esper's gasp was louder than the previous one. 

“...You still haven't answered me… Just what you two are doing...” 

Esper's voice was growing raspy and raw, wavering with anticipation and the growing lust that formed deep in his gut. The hands from his torso moved away, causing him to groan at the lost of contact. 

Infi huffed, “If you couldn't already tell, then you've been spending more time in your books than we thought.”

“That's why we're doing this, you know,” Sia hummed, his hand traveling further up Esper's thigh. His fingertips just grazed the forming bulge in his pants. “Infi and I were talking and we both agreed that you, you absolutely brilliant man, have spending too much time studying.” 

“I...” Esper swallowed, his mouth becoming dry, “I haven't been… ignoring either of you, have I? I -  That wasn't my intention.”

The light bite on his neck was a bit harder than he would have preferred, causing him to bite into his lower lip to keep from yelping. He knew Infi didn't mean it – Sia, however, completely meant to grab the growing bulge in his pant a bit too hard. He breathed in relief when Sia's grasp loosened and returned to light touches that sent electricity through his body. 

“Esper,” Infi kissed the spot where he bit with love, “You haven't been ignoring us – we just worry about you. You're the most intelligent of us - “

If it were any other situation, Sia may have argued with that point. However due to the circumstances, he merely hummed in agreement. 

“ - And handsome,” Sia chimed.

“ - The point is,” Infi continued, his hands spinning soft circles around Esper's sensitive nipples, “You work hard. You study harder. You hardly take care of yourself Espie…. So let us take care of you.”

Infi flicked his nipple before rolling it between his fingers. Esper groaned, leaning back into Infi as his muscles relaxed under the tender touch. He stumbled a bit when Infi pulled away, causing him to whine from the lack of contact. He could hardly worry what he was up to when Sia's fingertips kept drawing circles around a different type of sensitive tip. 

Esper closed his eyes instinctively when he felt a soft cloth against his cheeks. He sighed with want as Infi tied it around his eyes, blocking off any sight. Not that he particularly had much due to the dark room, but it still allowed him to focus more on Sia's gentle touches before his hands drew away. Esper shuffled his feet, writhing a bit in place with want, before he felt two hands gently push him forward. Trusting his guide, he allowed the hands to continue to push him forward before they grabbed his shoulders and turned him around. 

The wind knocked out of him when the same hands pushed him a bit roughly onto the bed. He heard Sia give a chiding tsk. 

“Infi, be careful. This is all about him, remember? We need to be slow. Tender.”

Esper let out a groan, all about me huh? I like the sound of that. He found himself writhing for any sort of touch or friction. He whined a bit at how long it seemed to take before they returned – due to the shuffling and sounds of clothing, he knew they were merely getting undressed for him. When they returned, it seemed Sia and Infi traded places, with Sia's hands trailing up his torso to taunt his nipples as Infi worked on getting his pants off. He lifted his hips to allow his jeans to be pulled off – thankful he preferred to go commando. With those off, he sat up briefly to allow them to help pull off his shirt. He tried his best not to think of the mess of clothes that must be on the floor. That was my last clean shirt too.

The freedom of his erection quickly received his attention, breathing a sigh of relief. His hips jolted each time a nail lightly scraped the side of his cock or just barely grazed its tip.

“You're so hard, Espie,” Infi's voice was just above a whisper. 

Esper whined, moving his hips, wishing that he could be able to look down at Infi's expression. He was thankful that he could still picture it in his mind and for now, that was enough. Two hands gently pushed him further into the bed, holding his hands above him.

“Stop moving so much Espie, enjoy it,” Sia voice was soft as he gently nipped at his ear, causing Esper to let out a long groan.

“Can't help it.”

It was hard to speak, his throat burned, but not nearly as much as his body did. He tugged on the grip on his wrists, jerking hard when a hand firmly grasped his cock. Infi chuckled deeply, his hand slowly started to move up and down in the most frustrating way possible. Whimper after whimper left Esper's mouth as he writhed.

“Espie, be careful love,” Sia's voice was gentle in his ear, “We don't want you to cum so early on. I know you're just as eager as us, but you have the most restraint. You've always been the most focused of us. You can do it… Just a bit longer.”

Esper's frustration grew, yet it was an enjoyable frustration. The thrill of so many hands on him at once, the way electricity just shot up and down his body, the way he craved so much more but was just short of it was all beyond exciting. It was quickly becoming more and more difficult for him to restrain himself. He huffed when he felt Sia's hands yet again leave him. 

Infi's strokes grew more drawn out, more enticing and slow, and that distracted him enough to almost not notice the sound of a bottom being opened. He bit his bottom lip, pushing his hips forward into Infi's grasp. He didn't have to see to know what was coming. He recognized that sound.

“It's okay Espie,” Sia sounded raspy and on the verge of desperate, “You take this so well, it'll be alright.”

Esper groaned as he felt it – a finger prodding just at his hole, slick with lube straight from the bottle that was typically hidden in Infi's dresser drawer. The finger slid in easily, following the same rhythm of Infi's strokes. His hips buckled as he let out a long, loud, drawn out groan that turned into softly muttered curses as Sia's finger slowly slid out only to go straight back in. 

His hips moved into the rhythm of up and down, making it easier for Sia to stretch him out, careful to follow the same beat of the stokes. His cock began to throb. Moans turned into breathless, desperate pants and pleas. He could hear the slapping of flesh and guessed that Sia had taken the liberty of using his other hand to pleasure himself. He slithered, shaking at the thought. Damn this blindfold. 

Soft lips gently kissed the tip, the sounds of slapping flesh stopped to be replaced with a hand at his nipple. He maneuvered himself into a more comfortable position, turning to his ass toward Sia (he hoped) while Infi worked on his cock. Sia was slowly inserting a second finger, and that moment – the exact moment the two fingers stretched him out, perfectly in sync as Infi's soft mouth had grasped on his cock, Esper just couldn't take it anymore.

His hand reached down, easily finding a soft head of hair to push them down further. His teeth dug into his bottom lip. Sia's fingers wiggled. 

“Fuck.”

He let go of Infi's hair to give him a choice on whether or not he wanted it in the mouth. He praised any power above that Infi did. He shot directly into his mouth and he prayed that he swallowed – though it was ultimately up to Infi on that. Sia's fingers left as he came, causing him to pant heavily as his body grew heavy and tired, the over-stimulation was beginning to hit him like a truck. For a minute or so, he didn't move. 

When he finally did, his limbs still felt heavy and stiff. He was breathless as he removed the blindfold. It took him a minute for his eyes to adjust to see that Infi was off of the bed, on his knees at the edge, happily taking a tissue to wipe his mouth, taking another to wipe his own cum off, and Sia had already left for the bathroom. 

Infi caught Esper's eyes and offered a smile, one that Esper happily returned. Infi climbed back into bed and responded to their wordless conversation with a brief, yet soft kiss before he laid down comfortably beside Esper. Esper turned and curled into Infi's side.

“You know eventually you're going to have clean yourself up,” Infi sniffled, “And shower.”

“Mmm...” Esper traced light circles on Infi's bare torso, “I can easily adjust my schedule and get up early tomorrow to shower.”

“Earlier than five in the morning,” Sia's voice rang through the room as he re-entered. 

Seeing the bundle of cuddling bodies, he jumped in on Infi's free side. He found Esper's hand and clasped it gently, earning a content hum from the other man. 

“I think,” Infi's voice caused vibrations through his chest that made both Esper and Sia shiver. “That. because I know damn well you're not going to go off schedule, you should trade in your early morning study session for a shower. You take that early morning session, split its time, and add it into the following two days.”

Infi grinned proudly at Esper's impressed smirk. Sia merely stared a bit dumbfound before crinkling his nose, a bit mad he didn't think of that suggestion.

“I'll do the same thing with tomorrow's late night study session. In exchange,” Esper gently pounded his (and Sia's, considering they were still holding hands) hand on Infi's torso, “You need to get home early too.”

He squeezed Sia's hand, “That goes for you too. We'll all watch a horror movie or something.”

“Really,” Sia raised an eyebrow, “You're giving up two study sessions tomorrow?”

Esper gave a soft smile, humming in agreement and nuzzled closer to Infi, still clasping Sia's hand comfortably. Infi whistled, causing the other two to wince at the noise.

“Damn. We need to de-stress you more often.”

Esper's soft, loving look turned into tired, yet caring, exasperation. However, he offered no other comments as he closed his eyes. After all, he still had to get up tomorrow morning – early, yes, but at still according to schedule.

When he woke up the next morning, the first thing Esper did was slowly peel himself away from Infi and Sia's still sleeping bodies. His skin felt gross – even more sweaty due to the constant skin-to-skin contact through the night. He regretted not showering the previous night, but supposed it didn't matter if he was going to shower now. He carefully turned to look at the alarm clock, a smile on his face and a fond look in his eyes due to the memories of the night before.

The clock read just past seven in the morning.

He had class in less than an hour.

Fuck.

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Fill Your Veins With Gushing Gold

so the royal au is something spawned with my rad rp tumblr fam, and I've been meaning to write stuff for it for like 5ever. I owed Star a little thing as a thank u for commissioning my bae, so this happened and then spiraled out of control. :'D will there be more in this verse?? probably, because I have a Problem.

ANYWAY, have some saiyan OCs being in lesbians with each other. C:

Fill Your Veins With Gushing Gold (Wakamei/Cassava)

Slow down, it's a science She's been waiting to bring you down

Cassava is the head of the Royal Science Division. She has no need for attachments, emotional or otherwise, but she should know by now that life has a way of surprising those who study it.

you can also read it here on AO3!

 "Cass," Noria's voice held a hint of nervousness, "Are you sure this was a good idea?" It's not like the Speaker to be nervous. Noria is the epitome of grace and poise, duty and honor, bloody knuckles and hymns to the moon. Noria can be relentless, obnoxious, needlessly prying; but she doesn't do nervous. Cassava frowns at her, filing away this information for later with a flick of her tail.      "It's an excellent idea," Cass counters, "They're native, they're in abundance, and they're powerful. Why shouldn't I use them?" Noria sighs. "They're sand worms."      "Yes, sand worms," She returns to her tablet, organizing data streams and ignoring the look the other saiyan is giving her, "Genetically engineered to do my bidding." It makes perfect sense. The giant, desert dwelling creatures were a plague on their planet, carnivorous  and venomous and dangerous. It was rare in their modern time for anyone to be eaten by one, unless the saiyan in question was exceedingly stupid, but they could still do damage to the young or untrained. In the wild, the sand worms were nothing more than untamed beasts; in her hands, as a product of her mind, they could instead be a great weapon. Cass personally had little need for field work or combat, so she found alternate ways to be useful. Even when she was young, she was putting their greatest minds to shame with her intelligence and ingenuity. The entirety of the royal palace's science department had been placed under her direction years ago. So, was it not her place to decided what to do with it? Noria is quiet. Cass continues to fiddle with numbers and outputs. Behind a clear polymer barrier, an enhanced sand worm thrashes about.      "The king isn't going to like this." Noria says finally.      "I don't care."      "Of course you don't," She laughs, "But maybe you need a new hobby."      "I'm perfectly fine with my hobbies and lack thereof, thank you." Cass bristles, because she knows where this conversation is heading. They've had it too many times before, and Noria is nothing if tenacious. There is no way in Vegeta-sei's twin suns that she is going to take a mate. "You should find a mate." Noria suggests anyway.      "No."      "I can introduce you to some nice boys," Noria steamrolls on, "Or a nice girl or five. Or even--"      "For the last goddess damn time, no!"      "Don't be like that."      "I'll be however I want to be," Cass snarls, "And I could do without your meddling in my life." She could tell Noria to get the hell out of her lab. Noria might even listen, though it would only be a matter of time before she returned to hassle her. The Speaker is never far from the palace, when not attending to religious duties at least, and she makes a point to insert herself into Cass' space. There is no escaping her. So Cass growls and stomps over to a different table where DNA samples are cooking away in various stages of experiments. Noria follows.      "I think you would like my daughter," Noria leans against the edge of the counter, and if Cass was a fighter maybe she could have thought about throwing her across the room, "You would balance each other well."      "Noria," Cass grinds the words between her teeth, "Get the fuck out."  

The tests are going well. Of course they are, this is her project, her metaphorical child-- it's perfect in every way. Cass doesn't make mistakes. There are setbacks, petty grievances at the limitations of science, even a few learning experiences. But there are no mistakes. Though she does find that there aren't many volunteers who want to help with the combat data. The saiyans are are warrior race, and yet she's surrounded by cowards. It's the one thing she can't do herself. There could be an argument made for how many ways Cassava is unsaiyan herself. The war drums that pound in the blood of so many others are silent for her. Raising her own fists in violence does nothing for her, and truth be told, she has little head for battle. Strategy does not interest her beyond what she can dream up to augment their fighting forces. Hell, she's never felt the drive to find a mate (or two, or three, like some do) and settle into a domestic life. Such things are wastes of time; they make no sense to her, and there is no reason she has to participate. No, she'd much rather be here, in a windowless lab, surrounded by logic and wonders of her own design. Here things made sense, or if they didn't, she knew it was only a matter of time before she unraveled their secrets. There are no distractions today. Noria has abstained from bothering her, and her assistants have long since fled the premises for activities like food and sleep. But Cass can't stop now, not when she's so close, it will only take a little longer, a few more tests-- Someone hesitantly knocks on the door. Cass can't imagine who it might be. Most know better than to disturb her, or like Noria, don't care and will come in unannounced. Yet this person does not. The gentle knocking comes again.      "What?" She snaps, "I'm busy." The door slides open, and a saiyan she's never seen before peeks around the edge. She's of average height, round faced and certainly no older than Cass herself. She's not apart of the royal guard, as she wears no uniform or insignia, or even anything else that would identify their profession. Few scars can be seen, and she does not dress conservatively, although few do, and it's the height of summer. Cass can't help thinking that she's seen those eyes before. They must be lost.      "Well?"      "I was sent to check on you," for all her timid actions the stranger smiles easily, "And make sure you weren't 'working yourself half to death', as mother put it." The pieces fall into place rather neatly after that. Of course Cass knows those eyes; the subtle shade of deep emerald, the way they look innocent while plotting a galactic downfall, it's all too familiar.      "You're Noria's." Cass was going to have to murder her. There had to be some way of taking her out and making it look like an accident. Though the statement was spat like poison, the newcomer is unfazed. She waits in the doorway, tail swishing, posture relaxed. "What are you working on?"      "Nothing that concerns you." She snorts. "Well, obviously, but I was curious." Cass doesn't want anything to do with her, especially if she's the spawn of Noria, but something in the way she talks gives her pause. She hasn't had anyone to yell at in hours,  and the dead ends Cass keeps hitting are starting to grate on her. And, maybe, she can actually scare this one off so that they'll never come back.      "Fine. Get over here." The saiyan's eyes light up and Cass swears she bounces as she moves, bells and burnished metal on her clothes chiming in the silence of the lab. She is taller than Cass, but not by much, and this close she can tell she's at a fighter in some context. Latent power thrums through the body standing so near to her, putting Cass' measly power level to shame. But that is all irrelevant, because she has work to focus on. Cass expects her to grow tired or bored with the explanations of splitting proteins and recoding biological data, but she listens with rapt attention. She's sure most of the information goes over the saiayn's head, but she's interested and listening, which is more than Cass can say for some people. She asks questions, and the scientist does her best to elaborate, though she's never been one for pretty words or working metaphors. Cass tries to find the right way to frame a particular concept and swears up a storm when she can't; the stranger laughs. And it's something bright and new, giving her pause as the sound illuminates the dim room.      "What's your name, anyway?" She asks, realizing Noria was remiss in mentioning it. Or maybe she had and Cass had ignored her.      "It's Wakamei," the saiyan in gold and green answers, "But Waka is fine too."      "Wakamei," the syllables lay heavy on her tongue in a way no others have, "Give your mother a message for me; tell her to fuck off." The last ditch effort to scare her away fails as Wakamei only laughs again. 

Wakamei becomes a steady presence in her life, her protests and reservations about it being pushed aside until they fade into the void. There is something endearing in her determination, in her casual visits and easy conversation. She is not deterred by Cass' bad moods, ferries food to her on late nights, and sometimes brings strange samples from her adventures past the city gates. Wakamei annoys Cass far less than most of the people on this goddess forsaken planet, and that is saying a lot. She refuses to talk with Noria on the matter. She also refuses to even begin to think about what this might mean. It's a concept too alien and terrifying to consider, on top of the fact she's absolutely abysmal at reading people and their emotions. She wasn't made for this; her place is dark corridors and organized logbooks, not the battlefield of feelings and desires. Cass can feel herself teetering on the edge of the abyss, so close to topping over the point of no return. She puts all those stray feelings in little black boxes and packs them away, putting them up on a shelf far away from her conscious habits, to be unraveled at a later date. Or maybe never. Never was sounding better and better. It's on a night with only a sliver of a moon in the sky that everything goes wrong. Cass is outside, for once. Sometimes even she becomes claustrophobic in her workspace and seeks out the open air. The sky is dark, something that happens only briefly on their planet caught in a binary sun system, and not even the city lights can drown out the stars. The air is still, the sounds of civilization fading into the background, and Cass chooses to think about something other than work or intrusive women, like who the hell named all of the constellations anyway. Assigning shapes and meanings to points of light, ones that will change from planet to planet, is so nonsensical. That doesn't even look like a water jug, or a hill cat, or anything else that's more than abstract. But she supposes she understands the fascination with them. After all, it's where her race comes from, and where they travel to so often. They are apart of an intergalactic community now, and considering the saiyan's mysterious origins, most likely always were. (No, they still hadn't figured out where the ships carrying their ancestors had come from, all those centuries before. There are few records of their arrival, and even fewer accounts of what happened to the ships in question. And then they had other things to worry about between the Tuffles and Arcosians.) There is also something deeply soothing in counting stars, even though she's soon to lose track of where she is and that naming each by sight alone is impossible. It helps to clear her head. At least, it usually did. Which is why she didn't notice the commotion coming from the royal palace until someone came to collect her.      "What do you mean it escaped?" Cass growls, trying to keep the alarm out of her voice. Her terrified assistant repeats again that yes, one of her beloved pets has somehow gotten out of its pen and is currently attempting to burrow through the walls of the palace. This is impossible; she designed the containment units herself, and the worms should be docile until called upon. A failure on this level is unfathomable. Against her assistant's protests, she storms down to the lab. Cass has to pick her way around the rubble, and she grows more furious by the moment, though who exactly her anger is directed at is undetermined. Herself, maybe, for making a fatal error somewhere along the way. Or, some idiot of a science tech who hadn't followed her instructions and had released the worm unintentionally. If they weren't already dead, she was going to kill them. Slowly. Feed them to the sand worms, maybe. She comes across the creature in question, heaving and flailing as it knocks away anyone who tries to subdue it. It's a precarious situation, because the royal guards can't go all out without the threat of taking down the whole structure. And that would certainly not sit well with the king. So Cass walks up to the worm, brushing off those who try to stop her, and stands before it with arms crossed.      "Down," She commands, staring down into it's ringed maw of teeth that swirl and snap, "Stop this at once." The sand worm does no such thing. Which is unthinkable, because she has programmed them on the genetic level to listen to her whims. And yet the world slows to a crawl as it lunges at her, making to devour her unprotected form while she grapples with the impossible scenario before her. Something-- Someone?-- slams into Cass, knocking them both prone, though there is still the sent of blood in the air and a cry of pain that rings in her ears. Everything goes dull, her senses and perception of time, narrowing down to the arms wrapped around her that pull her away from the rampaging beast. Adrenaline and disbelief keep her world distorted for long moments, disorienting and causing long lost fear to bubble up. Cass clings to her savior for dear life.      "Cass," a voice chokes out, "Cassava, are you alright?" Reality comes back to her kicking and screaming. It's all too fast and too loud, as she becomes hyper aware all at once, and it's more than a little overwhelming. She can't find her tongue nor the words to say anything.      "Cass?" Wakamei says again, those soft eyes filled with worry, which presses strange sensations into the marrow of Cass' bones, "Please, say something."      "Fine," She trembles, "I'm fine." Which is more than she can say for Wakamei, whose shoulder is torn open and spilling dark blood. Combined with the acidic venom of the sand worm, she should really have that treated sooner rather than later. It will burn and scar, and fill her body with poison if left unchecked. Wakamei seems heedless to the damage she's taken, instead looking at Cass as though she's the only thing that matters. And that's not right, because no one looks at her like that. She didn't have worth until she stepped up and carved out a place for herself, graduating from a sullen child with no friends to a surly adult who insisted she didn't need any. Wakamei has put herself in harms way for her, and Cass can't stop the swirling emotions that are clawing their way out of her chest. Wakamei goes to say something, but doesn't have even a moment to breathe before Cass is kissing her. It's desperate and stumbling because Cass has never practiced, never had that want or need before now, though she does her damnedest to perform on the spot. There's no other way she can think to express herself in the moment, and oh, is it wonderful in a way she hadn't realized it could be. It's heat and madness pumping through her veins, kicking the pounding of her heart into overdrive, and the feeling is so addicting even though she fears it will tear her apart. The dying screams of the sand worm are the only thing that distract her.      "Oh." Is the only thing Wakamei says after a long pause. At first Cass thinks she's misstepped, but there's that blinding smile, the one that illuminates the edges of her ribcage. She's fallen so hard it's a wonder she hasn't bruised her soul before now. Any elation at the moment falters quickly when she hears a familiar aggressive voice breaking through the chaos.      "What the hell," begins the king, "Is all of this?" Cass considers for a moment giving a deadpan and obvious reply, but someone else beats her to it. Which is fine, because she isn't sure if she can trust her voice at the moment, and besides, she has to think of a way to do damage control. She doesn't have much of a plan together before the king and his two hulking attendants are in front of them. Cass can't help but wonder if they do it on purpose, finding the biggest saiyans they can to flank their ruler, who's only a scant few inches shorter than she is. Which maybe lures foreign diplomats into thinking he's not as dangerously destructive as he is. Whatever the case is, it takes all the control her addled mind has left not to laugh.      "Cassava," Vegeta eyes her dubiously, "What the fuck." She really has no explanation that will satisfy him.

     "But that was months of work!"      "I told you he wouldn't be happy," Noria chides as Cass mourns the deaths of the rest of the sand worms, "He really hates those things."      "I don't care!" She cries, bordering on a wail, "I put so much into that project!" Noria pats her arm sympathetically, but she shakes it off. It's ruined. All ruined, and she still doesn't understand what went wrong in the first place. Cass let's out a frustrated sound.      "It'll be okay, Cass. You have lots of other things you can work on--"      "But that's not the point!"      "Cass, please. It's not the end of the world." She sits on a broken piece of wall, head in her hands. "You just don't understand."      "Maybe I don't," Noria agrees, "But you should at least come see Waka with me. I'm sure they're done patching her up by now." Cass' heart twists, and she expects Noria to tease her when she agrees to come along. But she doesn't. In fact, Noria abandons her when they reach the medical wing, leaving her alone with the person she spontaneously made out with not hours beforehand. Cass still wants to kill Noria, but perhaps she will stay her hand for her daughter's benefit.      "So," She begins awkwardly, "How... are you?"      "It's just a scratch." Wakamei insists, though her entire upper arm and chest are bound tight. Something about that sight makes Cass sick to her stomach. "I'll have a cool scar when it's healed."      "You're an idiot," Cass tells her, but moves to her side, "And I don't know why I like you." But that would be a mystery to be unraveled another day, when her her nerves weren't burnt out and her mind wasn't fraying at the seams. For now, she will offer what little things she can. Hopefully that will be enough. Wakamei hums and laces their fingers together. This can be enough.