#his shoulder hurts i think mochi should massage him

[musubiki]

lime lime lime lime lime (and his m34th weapon that can turn into many things)

[amane-by-together]

Hanafuda || Amane Yugi

(Part 1 of 10)

genre: fluff, school, slice of life, modern au (where all wonders live)

summary: amane yugi spends his school days skipping classes until he meets [name] [surname], a student from the other class, who was also skipping classes and eventually the two of them formed a platonic friendship. cutting classes and playing hanafuda together strengthens their friendship but soon unexpected feelings blossom between the two.

“Amane-kun.” [name] was shuffling the hanafuda cards together for them to play, she glanced over to the choppy haired boy who was sitting crossed legged against the rooftop's railings. “You going to the next class?”

“Nah.” Amane answers while fiddling with his locks of hair. “We probably skipped three classes this day, wanna skip classes in fourth period?” he smirked playfully.

“What class do you have in fourth period?” [name] asked, giving Amane some seven hanafuda cards. “Math?”

“Literature.” He received the cards and scooted in front of her. [name] flashed him a quick grin, her competitive side is showing all of a sudden when it comes to hanafuda. Amane stared at his cards and groaned. “Ugh, why do I get the worse cards?”

“I dunno, I wasn't looking when I was shuffling them.” [name] purses her lips together as she analyzes her cards. Her [eye color] colored eyes met with Amane's amber eyes. “Hm. Let's start!”

“You go ahead, [name]-san.”

“Hm~? Alrighty then~” [name] stretched her arms and let out a satisfying sound from her lips. She placed a sakura card with the tag to its match and took another card from the stack and placed it along with the cards on the center since it has no match. “Winner gets to sleep in the loser's lap.” she added.

“[name]-san, you know so damn well I'm not good with these things.” he murmured with a blush while putting a matsu card on the center.

Amane met [name] by chance. He often skip classes alone week by week, no one seemed to notice his absence which was fine by him. One day, he decided to stay on the rooftop and saw a girl sitting by herself with her phone. It must be fate or a coincidence, he thought.

The thing is, he has never seen this girl from the classes he attended to so he assumed that she's from the different class where Tsukasa, his twin brother, is. “Tsukasa-kun?!” she exclaimed at their first encounter. “What the frickety frack are you doing here?!”

Amane scratches his cheek and sweat dropped. He spoke. “I'm not Tsukasa though, I'm his older twin.”

[name] blinked she stood up from the bench and went over to Amane. The choppy haired boy slightly backed away from her. “Your tone is lowered down a bit, your eyes shaped like the crescent moon, yeah you're not Tsukasa-kun.” she muttered.

“I'm Amane Yugi, first year highschool, from class A.” he introduced himself while twiddling his fingers. “I'm Tsukasa's older brother though.” he chuckled.

“[name] [surname], same year as you but I'm from class B. Nice to meet you, Amane-kun.” [name] sat back down to the bench, she patted the extra space next to her. “Come, sit next to me.”

Amane hesitated a bit but shrugged and sat next to [name]. The female grinned, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I guess you're skipping classes like me.”

“I've been skipping multiple times, no one noticed it yet, how about you?” Amane scooted closer till their shoulders touched, his bangs became parted from the side due to the slight wind that passed by.

“I started skipping on the beginning of first year.” [name] pulls out a packet of melon bread and gave it to Amane which he gratefully accepts it. Amane and [name] ate in pure silence, munching on to the bread that [name] bought recently which was originally for herself.

During those days of skipping classes, they would play hanafuda together on the rooftop. [name] would frequently win during their matches, guess luck really isn't compatible with Amane. The two of them quickly became close due to their meet ups when they're skipping classes together.

“Amane-kun, I know you have the full moon bright card.” [name] eyed him suspiciously but a shadow casted over to her face with a funny glint in her eyes. She placed an ume card with a red tag on it. “Red Poetry Tags, I win again~!”

“I couldn't even get a lot of yaku combinations.” Amane helped [name] to clean up the cards. “I knew I should give up the plain cards.”

Amane blushed at the thought of [name] laying down on his lap, he doesn't even know what to do when that happens, maybe he should play with her hair or massage her cheek?

[name] happily laid down on his lap, Amane grabbed his hoodie and placed it on top of her skirt. “Ne, [name]…” his hands reached over to caress her hair with his fingers. “Let's have lunch together.”

“Sure, I don't really have someone to share my lunch with,” Amane looked down on her laying on his lap and gave her a soft smile. He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and started to pet her head, he reminded her of a cat. [name] would often keep her distance from others makes her cat-like according to him.

Though there's a part of [name] that doesn't want to open up to people, Amane was pretty much the same as her. “I got tired from work, yesterday.” he mentions with a small chuckle.

“Wait, you have a part time job?” [name] asked as her eyes piqued in interest, wanting to know what he does for work. “Where?”

Amane's cheeks grew warm, he slightly drooped his eyes and said. “I'm not telling you.”

“Why though?”

“You'd probably show up if I did.”

[name] turned her head to face his embarrassed look. She smiled playfully while wiping a dramatic tear from her eye. “You know me so well.” she faked a sniff.

“It's embarrassing...” Amane grumbled. [name] reached her hand out and placed it on to his cheek. He leans against her touch, the feeling of warmth and serenity made him smile a bit.

“But it's not. The fact that you're working is admirable.” [name] assured him with a smile unbeknownst to her that Amane's heart definitely skipped a beat on that act. “Pinch~” she cheekily grins while pinching his cheek.

“Owsh—” Amane tried to say while his cheek is being pulled by [name] and by that she releases her cheek. “That hurts...” he pouted.

“Have this for payback.” Amane returned the favor by pinching her cheek. Her cheeks were like mochi, which he likes to point it out just to tease her. “Mochiii~”

[name] deadpans. “You're treating me like some kind of mochi instead of a person.”

“Exactly.” The bell suddenly rang interrupting the two teens. Amane grabbed his bag that was on the bench. [name] punched a hole on the juice box using a straw and took a sip.

Amane leaned back against the railings, unboxing his lunch and ate. [name] didn't feel like eating, a juice box can satisfy her stomach after all. “[name]-san, don't you have lunch?”

“I forgot it at home.” she replied nonchalantly, she kept on having a stoic face until her stomach betrayed her by letting out a small growl. Amane stop eating halfway at the sound. “That’s nothing~” she denied that she was hungry.

“Here, I’ll give you some of my lunch.” Amane picked up a piece of egg roll using his chopsticks and raised it in front of [name]. “Say ahh~”

“O-Oi!” [name] flinched as she backed away from him. Amane’s brow creases in pure confusion. “Y-You don’t have to...”

“I can’t let you skip lunch, [name]-san.” The choppy haired boy smiled while putting the egg roll near her mouth, then his smile turned into a painful one. “Just take a bite, my hand is getting tired.”

[name] sighed in defeat, she was very hungry and was wrong about the juice box making her full. She tucked a hair behind her ear and ate the egg roll that Amane offered for her, his heart skipped a beat whilst she pulled away. “I guess, sharing lunch is not a bad idea...”

“Also, your lunch tastes good.” [name] scooted next to Amane to see his boxed lunch, she pointed at the ghost-shaped sausages, the bunny shaped rice balls and egg rolls. “You made that?”

Amane nodded with a slight blush on his face but the smile on his face didn't falter. “Well yeah, at the first time I made one of these they were all sloppy but practice makes perfect so I'm able to make one. If you'd like, I'll make you one or we can be matching too~!”

“Let's have matching lunches, duh.” [name] opens her mouth and ate another piece of egg roll that Amane was offering her. “But before that, I'll make us some lunch for us to share.”

“[name]-san, here have a sausage.” Amane feeds her the ghost-shaped sausages which the latter hummed contently. Amane took a bite on one of the sausages, he pulled out his phone and swallowed his food. “Hey, [name]-san,”

[name] stopped chewing her food. “Hm?”

“Wanna go home early?” Amane said with a mischievous grin, he's mostly the bad influence when it comes to reckless things like skipping classes. [name] had no idea why he has a lot of plans regarding this. “This is getting boring, don't cha think so?”

“And how do we plan to sneak out from school?” [name] asked, quirking a brow whilst waiting for an answer.

“We can jump off the roof.” Amane suggests.

“No. We'll freaking die if we did or even break our bones.” [name] shuddered. “If we did, they'll think it's just some lovers' su—”

“Nevermind that then.” Amane flailed his hands in front of her. “I guess we should wait till dismissal then...”

“Wanna play again?” [name] asked as she showed him the small box containing the cards.

Amane smiled. “Sure.”

Amane sat alone on a concrete bench, listening to the soft pitter patter of the rain surrounding him. Holding the clear umbrella from his right hand, he sighed as if he's gonna make a monologue or something.

He has friends from his class but none of them made him feel real. The only person who can make him feel like himself was no other than [name].

[name], to Amane, was everything to him. Meeting her was fate as if they were meant to meet in the first place. Back then, Amane admired some girls yet only because they're pretty. None of them were ever even close to him, he only felt shallow for them.

“Sorry for making you wait—” [name]'s voice cuts him off from his inner monologue. She held up her school bag on top of her head to prevent her from the rain. She grins blithely. “You don't have to be sitting the exact same way.”

“My uniform is a bit soaked.” [name] added with a wince. Amane licked the side of his lip and stood up to put the umbrella above her. “It was literally sunny recently.”

“Hm, I'll be taking you home.” Amane hands her the umbrella to [name], went over to his bike and puts his school bag in the basket. “Which way is your house?”

“That's like a novel way to put it but I guess that works.” [name] pointed out. “Sounds like a romance cliche, not gonna lie, lmao.”

Amane stepped on to his bike, [name] held on to his shoulders from behind. He was thankful that she didn't get to see his blushing face, because that's lowkey what every guy felt when there's a girl behind them on a bike.

Amane started pedalling. [name] closes the umbrella and sits down instead. “It stopped raining, by the way.” she declared.

[name] wrapped her arms around his torso and that's how Amane's face erupt in a huge blush. “[name]-san?!” he stammered at the sudden action.

“...Don't say a word about this.”

“I'm sorry, what?”

[name]'s face flushes, she buried her face on his back and that's where his heart started to beat faster. Out of all the girls he admired throughout the years, his feelings for [name] is different.

How so you may ask? When Amane is around [name] it's like he's sitting on a fluffy pink cotton candy or maybe standing on water that reflects a pastel pink sky with soft looking clouds with her. “You know, with you hugging me from behind isn't that kinda...” Amane turned his head towards [name] and smirked playfully. “Bold for you~?”

[name] tightens the hold in irritation. “Ack—” Amane's hold on the handle became wobbly but managed to maintain his balance. [name] elicits a small giggle in return.

“Hm, wanna skip again tomorrow?”

“If its with you, why not?”

“You're so cheesy.” [name] slightly smacked his shoulder. Amane turned ahead, a smile forming from his lips.

‘Nonetheless, I don't really mind skipping with you even if it means being with you...’

“Hold on tight, we're going downhill!” Amane gripped on the handles of his bike. [name]'s eyes widened when she saw that that they were about to go down on a slope.

“Cheers to us delinquents!” [name] cheered before they go down to the road.

Definition and terms:

hanafuda - flower cards that can be played in a variety of games such as koi koi (the type of game that [name] and amane are playing with the cards)

sakura - cherry blossom

matsu - pine tree

ume - plum blossom

-end of part 1-

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[middleofnowhere92]

Sokkla for my ATLA Valentine’s day oneshots  @disgruntled-welshgirl @wealthysimmer @sokkla-wack-a-pow

Stress & Misunderstandings

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Azula/Sokka (Avatar), Azula & Sokka (Avatar)

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Brief Mention of Mental Health Issues

Summary: Republic City ambassadors Sokka and Azula spend the day of Two Lovers' together.

Read on ao3 or below the cut

Sokka stood in the door of Azula’s office, “Ambassador Azula.” She didn’t look up from the stack of papers in front of her, “Can I help you, Peasant?” He let out a warm laugh and strolled further into her office, though he hadn’t been invited in.

His large brown fingers tapped on her desk, “It’s the feast day of Oma and Shu.” Her brows were pinched together as she studied the paper in front of her. She spun her quill in her fingers, “So?”

“So…you, me, couples massage.” She finally looked up at him, her brows still pinched together in annoyance. But then she really looked at him. He was taller than her, his muscles well defined and his brown skin was practically glowing in the evening sun. He tapped her desk again, “Come on, you’ve been a walking ball of stress the whole week and it’s been stressing me out.”

She had every right to be stressed. Her brother had trusted her to be the Fire Nation’s ambassador to Republic City and he had finally picked this week to check up on her. As if she was someone who needed to be checked in on. But Zuko’s visit had set Sokka on edge too. Zuko had put a lot of work into the new Republic City. Neither of them wanted to let him down.

It further complicated matters as Azula and Sokka decided to be fuck buddies. Well, at least, that’s what she thought they were. They had never really agreed to anything, but every few nights they went back to one of their apartments and fucked away the stress of trying to create something that had never been done before.

Except this last week, Azula had curled in on herself. She avoided Sokka at all costs. She couldn’t have Zuko know she was being anything but professional. She imagined it night after night in different forms- Zuko accusing her of not having changed, of manipulating Sokka. Azula couldn’t go back to the asylum. She was different, she had changed.

She had managed to stay away from Sokka the entire week and her brother seemed pleased at the work the council had accomplished. She waved goodbye to her brother earlier that afternoon on the docks, relieved that she was not on a boat back to the asylum.

She was brought back to the present by Sokka gently rubbing her hand, “Princess?” Her brows snapped back together in annoyance, “I’m not the Princess anymore.” Sokka’s bright blue eyes rolled, “Alright, former Firelord, we gotta go, we’re gonna be late.” Her golden eyes were still hard as she studied him. He walked around her desk and pulled her chair out, “Look, I don’t have a palanquin, but if I have to haul you over my shoulder-”

She shoved out of her chair and strode confidently out of her office. His large lazy strides kept pace with her. She flounced down the stairs, “We are going to a massage?” “Yep, Fire Nation and Watertribe ambassadors participating in Earth Kingdom traditions on an Earth Kingdom holiday.” She rolled her eyes, “It’s an asinine holiday.”

They pushed out of the doors and onto the busy street. He put his hands in his pockets, “Oh come on, be a good sport. We’re also going out to eat after.” She stopped walking and turned on him, “You made all these little schemes without conferring with me?” His eyes were soft as he looked down at her, “First of all, they are plans not schemes. Second of all, you’ve avoided me like a plague of pentapox all week. When was I supposed to tell you?”

She was going to have a permanent wrinkle in her eyebrows from glaring at him, “Pentapox isn’t a real disease, it’s something you conjured up dum-dum.” “Your Fire Nation army bought it, so they’re the real dum-dums.” Azula had changed, but she still didn’t like to be reminded of her failings. She venomously hissed at him, “4c.” He brushed it off and replied, “Oh, 7d.”

He started walking and she followed along, determined to get the last word. They had many arguments since the war ended, so they started short handing their debates with listed points. For example, 3f was “If you’re such a good strategist why did you fuck up on the day of the black sun?” and 42h was “If you’re such a good firebender, why is your fire the wrong color?”

Azula was pulled out of their argument as Sokka pushed open a shop door and bells tinkled to warn the owner of their arrival. It was a bit darker, with peaceful music low in the background and a few candles around. It smelled earthy, like they were in a hut in the swamp.

An Earth Kingdom gentleman bowed to them, “Ambassadors welcome, I am pleased that you are celebrating the feast day. Come right this way.” They followed him further into the shop into a smaller room with two cots. The man said, “I will leave you to undress to your comfort level. The masseuses will be in shortly.”

The door clicked shut behind him. Azula plopped onto a cot, fully clothed. Sokka started twisting off his tunic and snorted, “You’re supposed to undress.” Azula sniffed haughtily, “He said to my comfort level.” Sokka snapped his tunic off and kicked his boots into a corner of the room, “This will help you relax, I promise.” And no one had ever looked at Azula and promised that something good would happen to her, so she turned away from him and shrugged out of her tunic and pants.

They both got underneath the sheet of each cot. She laid on her stomach and rested her head on her folded forearms. She looked over at Sokka and he gave her a small smile. There was a sharp rap at the door and then two Earth Kingdom women walked in. Both of them cooed over Sokka and greeted him and it was very obviously not his first time here.

They asked happily, “What areas should we focus on today?” Sokka pointed at Azula, “Her shoulders and back. I just want my usual.” They nodded and then Azula felt one of the woman’s hands on her neck and Agni, did it hurt. She winced at the pain and heard the crackle of electricity in her finger tips.

She didn’t like being touched. She didn’t like not knowing what was going to happen next. How many people had laid on this cot? When was the last time these sheets had been washed?

Sokka’s voice sounded relaxed, “Doin’ okay over there, Princess?” “Fine,” she ground out, as the horrible wench prodded a particularly painful tissue in the side of her neck. The woman softly encouraged, “It may help you relax if you hold hands with your loved one.” Sokka reached in her direction, “Come on, loved one. ” “Do you ever shut up?” She snapped as she put her smaller hand in his.

He moved his hand up and held her wrist, avoiding the heat that was pumping in her finger tips. She took a deep breath to center herself. The massage was doing something with her chi. She took another deep breath. The candles in the room rose and fell with her breath.

She bit her lip as the woman’s hand dug into her shoulder blade. She kept conscious of her breathing and Sokka lazily rubbed her wrist. It put her slightly more at ease.

An hour later they strolled out of the shop. Azula had a bounce in her step, “I feel so relaxed.” Sokka looked down at her, “Oh, I’m glad one of us does. I could practically feel the lightning about to come out of you.” She rolled her eyes, “Oh don’t be so dramatic.” “Right, I’m the dramatic one,” he scoffed.

They walked a ways. Sokka quickly ducked into a shop and picked up a bag of food. As the sun finally set, he led them down to the docks. They sat quietly as Sokka unpacked the containers of food and handed her chopsticks. She spotted the container of mochi and immediately grabbed for it.

The lights of the ships illuminated their meal. Sokka broke the quiet by asking, “Did I ever tell you I went to the cave of two lovers? It was easily one of the most annoying days of my life.” She arched an eyebrow, “More annoying than today?” The grin he gave her was her favorite, lopsided and goofy, “Today doesn’t even come close.”

She cleared her throat, “Why didn’t you spend today with someone you actually like?” His face immediately morphed into confusion, “What?” “It’s the feast day of Oma and Shu- the day of two lovers. Why not spend it with someone you’re romantically interested in?” He face palmed and groaned, “For fuck’s sake.” He took a deep breath and asked, “Azula, what do you think has been going on with us the last few months?”

She answered, “You were nice to me and we became fuck buddies.” “Fuck buddies?” He asked incredulously. “Azula, I’ve brought you flowers, taken you out after council meetings.” He shook his head and started to stand up, “You know what, it’s fine. I’ll see you next week. Actually I might take a week or five off.”

She sprung up and had to sprint after him. She cursed him and his longer legs, “Sokka, wait.”  She caught up to him and grabbed his hand, “Just wait. I- I didn’t realize.” He bit his lip and shook his head in disappointment. She gripped his hand tightly. She didn’t know what to say, but she had to try, “Sokka, please. I like you.”

The old Azula would have been disgusted as the tears threatened to spill, but she was no longer above begging.

He brushed a stray hair out of her face and rested his forehead against hers, “I like you too. There’s no one I’d rather spend today with.”

[deepseavibez]

Liquid Honey || PJM

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Liquid Honey [Jimin x Reader]

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Genre - Smut; 21+; Oneshot

Summary - You've been a very bad girl, sending very tempting pictures to you boyfriend all day. Rules are rules baby and your sexy boyfriend seems to be enjoying your punishment a little more than he should.

Warning - 21+!Only; Smut; Bondage; Edging; Fingering; Dirty Talk;

Word Count - 1.7k

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He had you tied to the bed. You weren't allowed to make a sound.

Walking into the room, he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, giving his hard on some space.

You clenched at the thought of what he was planning.

Silent. Naked.... and your body betraying you, with how ready it was to be used and fucked.

He walked to the bed, slowly. Like a tiger approaching his prey.

Reaching down with his hands and gripping you at the ankles, you yelped as the legs you held so tight together was pulled open, so each one could be tied to either side of the bed.

A knee bent, he leaned into you on the bed and smirked as he bit at one of your nipples.

You cried out at the sting... and the wave of pleasure that rolled through, had the evidence on your thighs visibly more noticeable.

Your open core dealing with the slight chill of being exposed, and the heat of the lust that consumed you, you were delirious with pleasure as he molded your other breast in his hand.

The loss of control, not being able to touch him, and move your hips or your hands as you pleased, it all heightened the pleasure to a borderline painful need.

Frustration built in you at the restraints, you wanted to pet him, grab at him, run his hair through your fingers.

He was fully clothed and you were so vulnerable, but all you wanted was release.

A hard and harsh release, but he was in no rush.

Jimins eyes met yours as he kissed his way up to your lips. He licked them. He kissed your cheek, he whispered his teeth across your neck and licked a stripe back up... But he never kissed you.

A frustrated cry coming from you, he cooed, and shushed you, pushing his finger into your mouth. You sucked at it, knowing his cock would be unbearably hard soon.

His trail of kisses ended below your left ear and he bit your lobe without warning. 'Jimin, please!'

'Please, what,' his nose kissed your shoulder as he asked the question.

'Please touch me.' Your voice was husky, desperate and needy.

He smiled, finally looking at you, his eyes jumping to your lips and back, 'Touch you where,' his whispered breathe against you.

You shivered. 'Y-your f-fingers in me, I want your fingers in me. Now!' You bit off in a desperate cry.

He took his time obliging, his hands skimming your shoulder, going down to pinch at your pert nipple, roving over your tummy, then he stopped. Drawing slight circular motions, on taut skin, that shouldn't even be arousing considering the location.... but it tortured you.

Your breathing labored, your hands tugged at the restraints. 'So help me God Park Jimin, get me out of this restraints and let me do it, if you won't!'

He stopped. All playfullness drained from his face as he gripped your waist tightly. Your breath hitched as he turned his eyes towards you.

His hand gripped your chin, forcing you to keep eye contact as he bared his possessive fury to you. 'Do you really think your fingers can make you feel the way I do? Will they be able to fuck you as deep as I can? Make you scream like I can?!'

He was dangerously close to the edge. But he caught himself. 'Don't push me baby, you're already in punishment.' He rubbed his forehead against yours.

'Please,' you begged. A sob you couldn't stop broke its way through.

You needed to be filled. You needed to be touched. You needed a finger in you at least, another rubbing at your clit. You needed it. You were going to lose your mind if you couldn't move for another second, if you couldn't use your own hands to push his fingers in you to thrust deep, or do it on your own

He kissed you then. A deep, slow kiss. You took his mouth savagely. As if you had been starved. But he gripped your throat. Pressure on either side he forced a slow dance with your tongue as your mind clouded. A slow kiss, sultry and addictive.

Like liquid honey oozing it's way through your body down to your core. Your moans were all that could be heard.

He broke off when you were both out of breathe. A nose kiss that left your heart aching, he worked his way, suckling any part of you he could see.

Writhing in ecstasy, you shivered, your hands gripping onto the ties for dear life, as he took you to heaven a single tiny step at a time.

He met your eyes as you got to the opening of your pussy and smirked as he blew his breath on you. You instinctively bucked your hips, but with your feet tied down and his hands gripping your thighs you were held down, no room to react before he dived in.

You screamed at the wetness from his tongue, as he didn't hold back. He licked a stripe from your clenching hole up to your clit and back down. Running his teeth lightly across your outer lips he went down to your inner thigh and nipped as he pleased before diving to grip your bud between his lips and suckling it. You were so close so so close. Before he lifted his head.

You whined at the emptiness, as you came down from the edge, he didn't give you your release that you so badly needed.

He caressed your inner thighs with his hands. And worked his way back up slowly to you pussy. After he was sure your body had settled from the almost orgasm, he plunged two fingers into you.

Your mouth tore off at a swear word, unable to hold back with the intrusion you had been craving so badly.

Your legs being stretched open gave him full access to you. He thrust deep and slow, not once quickening the pace. You clenched on his fingers. Dripping wet, high in pleasure, you could come if he added a bit more pressure. But he knew this.

He pulled away, even though you tried chasing your high and licked his fingers as you watched helplessly.

Teardrops fell on either side of your face, you couldn't stop it. And you didn't care to, everything too intense to comprehend, nothing else making the least sense except your body and mind knowing you needed release.

'Shhhhh,' he had his hands on the side of your face, cradling you as he wiped your tears and kissed you all over your face.

Despite the edging that was exhausting you, your heart still fluttered when he touched his nose to yours in a small gesture of comfort.

Finally standing up and taking off his shirt, you stared at the sight of this gorgeous man.

He licked his lips at you splayed out on his bed. Fucking hell how you wanted to sink your teeth into those full pink lips and mould them to yours. His eyes were heavy with lust, enjoying the view of you ready, willing and waiting to be wrecked by him.

His pants and boxer briefs were down a heartbeat later.

Climbing on top of you he pushed a pillow under your butt and lower back. He rubbed his cock at your entrance, he was so hard, so thick and he was going to fill you up so much, you groaned at the thought of him finally filling you.

Your hips, though bound, moving of their own accord, thrusting forward for you to meet his cock. He hummed, and looking up at him you realized how much of control this took from him. He wanted you. He wanted inside you as much as you wanted him there. So you used it.

Leaning back, pliant and obedient you licked your lips and moaned louder. Bit at your lower lip and pushed toward his dick. He took no time in pushing himself through your small opening and you threw head back and moaned at his first thrust into you. A slow shallow one.

'Fuck me, you're so tight.' he growled.

Hands on either side of you he pulled out and thrust deeper and deeper each time. Jimin still kept the pace, sultry and slow, as you lost your mind.

The only sounds now were your moans and his growling into your ear, you were so wet and tight and Jimin was in heaven. He bent his head for a kiss but you had other plans, as he thrust into you, you squeezed his cock inside you and bit those full lips of his.

And he snapped. Labored breathing, sweaty and face screwed up in anger, his hips slapped harshly into yours. His hands held onto your hips as he took you, thrust after thrust, that had you going from moans to cries and before any warning, you were coming.

But he didn't stop.

You rode out the first harsh orgasm that hit you with screams and tears and was worked up into another seconds after. His hands went between you to circle your clit and help you reach the edge, and just as you did, he threw his head back and roared his climax while you came down with him.

He collapsed on top of you as aftershocks raked its way through body. Head in your neck he placed dainty kisses there as you both got your breath back.

You felt utterly and completely used, and you loved every minute of the feeling.

When he was normal again he untied you, and massaged your wrists, kissing each side that was red, took you into his arms and sat you on his lap.

Your head tucked in the crook of his neck, he asked. 'Did I hurt you?'

You smiled tiredly. 'What sort of person asks if the punishment was bad, after they give it?'

You wanted to tease but he was genuinely concerned.

So you did the only thing you had wanted to since he came home tonight, you gripped his hair between your fingers and pulled him into a kiss.

'You're such a mochi Park Jimin,' you said against his lips... And he smiled against yours.

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More Than Friends (Jimin X Reader)

Request: “Hello! Can I request a Jimin smut where you are roomates, but he has like the biggest crush on you? And one day he accidentally walks in on you naked, and you are shy and embarrassed because no one has ever seen you naked? Jimin on lead, please. – anon”

Admin: Candi Fandom: BTS Member/reader: Jimin, female Genre/warning(s):  smut, strong language, choking Words: 2.2k

           “Where did you put the remote?”

             You can hear Jimin shouting from the living room while you’re in your room, in your underwear with an oversized t-shirt on. You walk out and see it right on the table, you look at him with a judging stare. He notices where your stare went and gives you a big goofy grin and says thank you. You walk back into your room and close the door.

            You and Jimin were friends for years but only recently moved in together seeing as it would be easier to pay rent that way and you felt very comfortable around him. You could walk around in your underwear and feel at peace. Jimin was always there for you, through all your heartbreaks and disappointments. He was a person you needed in your life that kept you sane.

             “Can I come in?” you see his cute little face peeking into your room.

             “Sure. Everything okay?” you ask.

             He lies down next to you on your bed and puts his head on your chest.

             “I’m bored, let’s do something.” He whines.

             “Jimin I have so much work to do, I need to finish my paper for college and I have work tomorrow at 8am.”

             He looks at you with those adorable eyes and starts pouting. At this stage, it’s impossible for you to say no.

             “What do you want to do?” you ask Jimin as he gets off the bed.

             “Let’s go do something fun, something sporty, let’s go play some basketball.”

           Both of you were really into basketball, you were on the basketball team in college and he was just talented at any sport he tried. It came naturally to him. You agreed to him because who could ever say no to this little mochi. You always found him very attractive but never acted up on it because you didn’t want it to ruin your friendship.

             It’s 4pm and you made your way to the basketball court. Jimin was wearing leggings and basketball shorts. You loved that combination, it looked so good on him. You were playing against him just one on one. Most of the time he was messing with you, holding the ball up high so you couldn’t reach it. It was foul play but it made you laugh regardless. You stayed out there till 7pm, most of the time the two of you were laughing because you’d fall since you were pretty clumsy. It started getting pretty cold so the both of you decided to take off. You come home and you declare that you’re taking a shower first and ask Jimin to make you tea while he waits his turn. You only had one bathroom in the house since it’s pretty hard to find an affordable house with two rooms that have two bathrooms. You didn’t mind sharing a bathroom with Jimin though since you two were so close. You got in the shower and stood there for a while, you enjoyed taking long hot showers and thinking stuff over. You always thought about how grateful you were for Jimin being so close and helpful to you. You got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around you and went into your room. Jimin was lying on the couch and noticed you heading into your room with just the towel on. You didn’t fully close your door so Jimin walked over and came into your room.

             “WHAT THE HELL GET OUT!” you yell as you try to cover up your naked body. “Why are you just standing there oh my god Jimin please get out?”

             To your surprise, Jimin didn’t get out, in fact, he walked towards you. You buried your face in your hands from embarrassment. You were never seen naked before, you never had sex with anyone. This was the first time anyone has seen you naked and you hated how vulnerable you felt. Jimin walked over to you and took your hands away from your face, grabbed your chin and kissed you.

             “Baby you look perfect. Your body is gorgeous, don’t be embarrassed.” He says softly.

             Your mind is racing, you’re not sure what just happened. You have so many thoughts going through your head but you can’t seem to get any of them out. You look at him and he’s looking as perfect as ever, his hair falling on his forehead, his soft lips open, you can feel yourself going into a spiral of emotions. You pull away from him and sit down on your bed covering yourself up with a pillow.

             “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I didn’t mean to I jus-.” He says

             “No, it’s fine, I just wasn’t expecting that.” You finally manage to blurt something out.

             “Listen, I need to tell you how I feel about you. I can’t keep it in anymore, it’s driving me insane. I see how perfect you look every day and I just want to call you mine. This might ruin our friendship but I’ve had the biggest crush on you for so long now. I can’t just keep it in me anymore. You’re so perfect, you make me so happy and I never laugh as much as I do when I’m with you.”

             You sit in silence trying to comprehend what he said to you. You felt the same way but you were too scared to tell him about it for all this time and now, it turns out you should have told him earlier. You don’t waste any time and you get up and kiss him. “I feel the same way about you.” You tell him. These words invite Jimin to kiss you, he holds you close and kisses you and the kiss takes your breath away. You felt yourself fall for him more and more each second, you didn’t have to hide your feelings anymore and it felt so fucking good. You two make your way to your bed without breaking the kiss. Jimin gets on top of you.

             “I’ve never done this before.” You say shyly.

             “What do you mean?”

             “I never had sex before. No one even saw me naked before.”

             Jimins eyes widen in disbelief. You cover your face with your hands again and can feel his warm breath on your neck.

             “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.” He reassures you.

             He grabs your wrists and pins them down. He holds both of them with one hand, the other making his was down to your breast, giving it a squeeze. You moan and the sensation. He lets go of your wrist, your hands instantly make their way to his alluring back. Your fingers dance along his spine, eventually making their way to the bottom of the tshirt lifting it off. He quickly takes off his shorts and leggings and he’s left with his boxers.

             “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He added.

             Your eyes are hungry at this point and he can sense it. He rubs his member against your exposed pussy. You never did this before and it felt so, so good. You were extremely sensitive so you started moaning quite loudly. Your hand made its way down to his boxers, you tug at them and slip your hand in, meeting his member. You wrap your fingers around it slowly and start to move your hand up and down. Jimins head falls into your shoulder, you tighten your grip and start moving faster. He lets out a moan and it turned you on more than anything. You lay him down on his back and go down for your mouth to meet his member. He’s leaking pre cum and you lick it off.

             “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” Jimin asks you, clearly out of breath.

             “Well I’ve seen porn so I have a vague idea of what to do.” You reply confidently.

             You continue to insert his member all the way in your mouth, gagging at his length but breathing past it just so he can enjoy every minute. He lifts himself up to look at you while you suck him off. You grab his dick and you start to move your head up and down, with your other hand you start to gently massage the balls making Jimin whine. You spit on his pulsing member and lick him along the vein not breaking eye contact. He’s had enough, he wants you, he needs you, he was always very dominant and he needed you to obey him. He flipped you onto your back, his mouth over your nipple, making circles around it with his tongue and gently biting it. Your breathing got deeper and faster. He was making his way down to your pussy and the longing for him grew. He licked one of his fingers and inserted them into you, you squealed at the sensation. The thought of his finger in you was so erotic and wrong but you enjoyed it so much. He stuck another finger into you and he massaged your clit with his thumb. Your clit was getting much more sensitive and his thumb made circles around it.

             “Jimin I’m going to cum.” You moan.

             “Then cum.” He ordered.

           You stopped trying to fight it and you let yourself go. You knew this feeling from the times you touched yourself but this was so intense, much different, something you knew you would never get over. You moan his name and ride out your high on his fingers. Your nipples get harder and your stomach tensed up. You’re out of breath but as soon as you open your eyes and meet Jimins you know it’s not over. He leans over to kiss your neck.

             “I’m sorry babygirl but I want to have some fun with you tonight. You’re gonna have to suck it up for me and let me fuck you now.” He whispers in your ear.

           You get ready as he opens your legs and positions himself between them. He takes off his boxers and rubs his dick over your clit, making his member more wet so he can slide it into you more easily. He positions his member at your entrance and slides his dick in slowly. You breathe faster as he’s gliding into you. He’s fills you up so nicely you sob. Tears pooling in your eyes at how good this feels; all the emotions are too much but you’re not about to break. He’s finally all the way in you. He doesn’t even move but it still feels amazing. You start moving your hips around to get more pleasure. He starts to slowly pump his member inside of you, being quite gentle as he doesn’t want to hurt you. He picks up the pace and the pleasure has you over the edge. You feel your walls clench around his dick already and so does he making him moan. He doesn’t stop and he keeps going. The feeling comes back to you, the favorable high. You claw at his back and finally the pleasure floods over you. Jimin doesn’t stop, he keeps going. You’re sore and tired but you know he’s not going to stop until he gets what he wants.

             He stopped being gentle with you. He started going harder and faster which has you at the verge of screaming. He’s pumping into you as hard as he can, your eyes roll back and you lose sense of who you are. You can feel his hand making its way to your neck, his starts choking you, his grip tightening. You gasp for air and he lets go.

             “I’m so close, let me just look at you while I fill you with my cum.”

             He gets off of you, holds onto your legs and goes in harder than before, sweat dripping off his fringe onto your lower stomach. You can feel him grow even bigger inside of you and you can’t believe it but you’re ready to cum with him. He feels you tightening again and goes faster. His member was throbbing inside you and sent you spiraling out of control, he came inside and filled you up. Jimin grabbed your towel off the floor and put it under you so nothing would leak onto the bed.

             He lies down next to you and puts his arm on your neck, caressing it. You’re trying to catch your breath as he stares at you.

           “Fuck Jimin, that was amazing.”

             He laughs at you and gives you a soft kiss. He gets off the bed and goes to search for his boxers. You’re finally able to move again and you try to reach for some clothes.

             “Do you still want that tea I made you?” he asks sarcastically from the other room.

             He puts his hand between the door and the wall to show you the cup. You can’t help but laugh at how dorky he is. He puts his head in and gives you the warmest smile. You knew there was no way out of this, you were all his and he was yours and that made you extremely happy.

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Temptation

Hidekane Week 2017 - Day 3: Sugar/ New Year’s Mochi/ Late-night Snack Run/ Author: ayainu Summary: When Hide is sleep deprived he can’t be bothered to use any filters. Especially when he just got his long awaited and well deserved sleep only to be startled awake by the person responsible for all his sleepless nights. (From the Bittersweet au) Warnings: Emotional abuse, gore, cannibalism, natural born half ghoul Hide, salty Hide, Kaneki is kind of an asshole even if he has good intentions, toeken put in bad light. Basically the angsty one after that fluff from before. Rating: Explicit for gore Title: Temptation

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It was quite typical of Kaneki to barge into Hide’s apartment tipped from head to toe in blood. Whether it was his or someone else’s Hide always had the duty to fix.

That day wasn’t really any different, Hide had been sleeping, a nice dreamless slumber after rigorous days of unmerciful work. He’d been on a streak and beat his all time high score by staying up three weeks in a row with minimal to no sleep.

All of that for the reason behind the crash he heard in his living room that jolted him right back up.

Normally he’d take a weapon with him, there was no way to know it was Kaneki for sure, and even if it had been Kaneki there is no way to know he would be himself for sure, not that Hide knew who ‘himself’ is. In all his sleep deprived glory, Hide frankly didn’t care. He stumbled into the living room and felt an emotion akin to relief at the sight of Kaneki, he wasn’t quite sure though, a lot of emotions flickered through him at the sight of his childhood friend.

“Want coffee?” Hide said simply, approaching the hunched form of his best friend, a mug laid scattered on the tiles in front of him.

As Hide crouched to pick up the shattered china his eyes landed on Kaneki’s stomach and widened. “Shit what happened to you? I can see your intestines.”

He briskly moved to the freezer and scoured for any leftover meat, he hasn’t gone hunting in a while, his nutrition another thing he didn’t pay much attention to. He found a Tupperware, hidden deep inside. It wasn’t enough. Fuck, it was barely enough to close the deep gash on his chest.

“Kaneki, do me a favor and eat this without having me force it down.” Hide put the Tupperware in the microwave and let it thaw over before placing it in Kaneki’s hands. “I will be right back, alright?”

He left the kitchen in a hurry to find his phone. He dialed the first number on his recents and waited. One beep, two beeps and there was a click as Marude picked up the phone.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep kid? I swear to god one of these days you’re going to end up-” immediately came the lecture he already expected.

“Marude I need meat, it’s urgent,” Hide cut him off instead of replying, he hoped the desperation in his voice would be enough to get him to let it go.

“Is it that bastard king again?” Marude’s tone was hard.

“Look, we can talk about this later but now I really need meat.”

“No Hideyoshi, you look. Do you even think of your own health? When was the last time you even ate? Had a full night’s sleep? He’s working you to the bone and simultaneously using you to nurse him at ungodly hours, this can’t keep on going!” Marude was lecturing him again and Hide massaged his temple in deep irritation.

“Marude, I don’t have time for this. He’s dying, want to help me or not?” Hide really hoped his pleading tone would be enough to get Marude to keel.

“Fine, I can’t get it to you until the morning though.”

“He won’t last that long.” Hide paled.

“Well I’m not in town and I’m rushing my ass here for you.”

“Sorry, thanks. I’ll figure it out.”

“No problem, just don’t stand for his shit next time because I won’t.”

Hide ended the call and sighed. The security has been tight lately around his region. There was no way for him to go hunting here in the middle of the city and get out of it alive. He shuffled back into the kitchen, still deep in his thoughts.

He noticed, pleased, that Kaneki had eaten the meat Hide offered to him.

“Good, now come here,” Hide dragged him by the hand to the bathroom. He sat him at the edge of the tub and assessed the damage. His stomach was a complete mess, but at least the wound across his chest was closing.

“You do realize there is only a finite amount of times you can go out and get yourself in this state while expecting to fully heal.” Hide chided, his eyes on Kaneki’s stomach, watching for any attempt from the tissue to fix itself.

“I know, I’m sorry.” Kaneki’s voice was low and Hide watched as his wound convulsed with the effort.

“Don’t talk.” Hide commanded in a cool voice and grabbed Kaneki’s hand, turning it over in his to rest two fingers on his wrist. His heartbeat was weak, he was losing too much blood.

Hide cursed under his breath and made to get up, probably to pace the floor to satan but was stopped as a hand encircled his wrist. He could feel the textured scaly skin of Kaneki’s hand against his own and he felt dizzy with the sensation for a moment. When he got ahold of himself he held himself carefully, his shoulders taut with tension. Slowly he turned around to face Kaneki once more.

“Yes?”

“I’ve missed you,” Kaneki said simply, his voice still low.

“I said not to talk.”

“It’s been a month.”

“Six weeks. And you’re here now, hurt and on the verge of death.” Hide was absolutely not going to let it get to him, even when he knew Kaneki felt his rabbit like pulse through his wrist.

“I’m not going to die.”

“If you don’t shut up I assure you you will, you’ve already lost too much blood, I don’t need you losing more because you can’t shut your mouth when you should.” Hide’s words had a tone of finality to them and he hoped Kaneki knew better than to argue.

When he didn’t say anything, Hide, very much pleased, went back to his furious pacing.

He could only think of one way out of this and it was for him to offer his own body. He’d done that before but under the current circumstances it was a bit of a risk. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten meat and he wasn’t sure he could heal whatever Kaneki was going to take. He could probably get away with a shoulder bite without loosing too much blood, it would sustain Kaneki enough to get through the night until Marude brought the meat.

He was sad to say he didn’t trust his best friend enough to only take a bite.

He heard a weird gurgling sound behind him and found Kaneki with blood spilling from his mouth. Hide cursed under his breath and strode to Kaneki. In the end he hasn’t really changed at all, when push came to shove he always chose Kaneki over himself. He knelt beside him on the bathroom tiles and pushed his shirt aside to expose his shoulders.

Kaneki gawked at him, uncomprehending. Hide sighed and pulled his head down to his exposed shoulder. “You can have just one bite, it should be enough.”

Hide wasn’t sure he had enough energy in him to conjure his kagune if Kaneki went too far. He could die now, he could die when nothing at all changed between them.

He felt teeth sink into his flesh and barely suppressed a wince. He found that his hand involuntarily traveled to Kaneki’s hair, stark white against Hide’s sun kissed skin, even when it was pale and sickly.

To his surprise, Kaneki pulled away after one bite, licking his lips from the remainder of the blood. Hide excused himself to dress his wound to stop himself from bleeding to death, yeah there was no way he was going to regenerate until he got some meat in his system.

When he returned, he saw that Kaneki had taken the liberty of a shower and access to Hide’s closet. He looked soft and clean on Hide’s couch, his stomach had closed up, almost no trace of the horrendous mess from before.

“Who did this to you?” Hide asked upon entrance, more than ready to track whoever did this down if Kaneki wasn’t willing to be cooperative.

“You don’t need to know, it wasn’t a big deal.”

“So whoever did this isn’t dead? Got it.” That’s the only lead he needed.

“You look like shit,” Kaneki sighed.

“I’m not sure someone who just had his guts spilling out should be a judge of that.”

“You look like you haven’t slept in weeks.”

“Three to be exact.”

There was a tense silence for a few beats, Kaneki’s lips pressed together in deep contemplation.

“I venture you haven’t eaten in that time either?”

Hide said nothing and Kaneki got up to face him. Had Kaneki always been this much taller than him? He precisely remembered being taller.

“Hide you can’t even stand properly, look at you.”

“A sight for sore eyes? I felt the implication.”

“You know that’s not what I mean Hide.”

“Do I really? I thought I knew a lot of things about you that don’t seem to align all that well with you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Hide’s mind was reeling. Everything was too much, he was too tired. His mind was blank and full all at the same time and for a moment he thought he went insane. And who wouldn’t really, in his situation.

“Forget it, it’s nothing. I’m tired, I’m not making sense.”

“No Hide, it’s not nothing. Is this about Touka?”

Hide flinched before he could suppress it and he saw realization dawn on Kaneki’s face.

“No. I don’t want to talk about this. Stop.”

“Hide-”

“No.”

“I don’t get what’s so upsetting, why do you feel so much animosity towards her?”

“Go fuck yourself.” Hide’s breathing was hard, his entire body strained in effort to hold back his emotions.

“Hide-”

“Enough. I don’t want you to rub in my face how much you love your wife. Go fuck yourself on her. I don’t care. I don’t-” he took a deep breath. “Just don’t come running to me when she’s too pregnant for you to fuck her.”

“Hide what are you-”

“Yeah, you think it’s simple? That you can lead me on and throw me away for the first girl that showed you her tits?” Hide’s breaths came in shuddering gasps. “You told me you loved me, I let you kiss me, take me. I-”

The silence between them was heavy with what lay unspoken beneath it.

“You told me you were going to end it. I asked you if you were sure and you said you were. You told me she didn’t meant to you what I meant.” Another pause as Hide tried futilely to recover himself. “You fed me all these lies and I let you have me every time. I still do.”

Hide’s chest felt tight, he was suffocating on all the emotions he hid behind his shutters, in a deep corner no one but himself was allowed into.

“She was pregnant Hide, what was I supposed to do?”

Hide looked away, unable to speak.

“Hide?”

“This is why I said I didn’t want to talk about it.” Simply. He took time, to rebuild every wall that crumbled, every defense that was brought down.

“Can I kiss you?” Kaneki’s voice was small but it was blown out of proportion in the silence of the room. To Hide it was deafening.

Hide snapped his head abruptly to meet Kaneki’s eyes. “No.”

“Why not?”

“Kaneki are you fucking listening to yourself? You’re a married man, I’m not starting an affair with you.” Hide stared at him, incredulous and hurt.

“I don’t love her.” Kaneki’s tone was patient, which infuriated Hide.

“And what? You love me?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure you’re not just horny right now?” Hide scoffed.

“No Hide, I love you.” Kaneki’s eyes held the intensity of the sun as he willed him to understand. Hide sat there, petrified as Kaneki leaned closer, closer.

He was acutely aware of every second that passed, measured by his own rapid heart beat. It was when they started breathing the same air that Hide snapped out of his daze and pushed Kaneki back.

“No,” he panted, hand clutching his chest. “She doesn’t deserve this, as much as I dislike her.” Hide took a deep steadying breath before letting out in a small voice. “And neither do I.”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking I-”

“It’s okay, just-” Hide clutched his chest tighter. “I’m tired, I’m going to sleep.” Hide got up and stumbled to his room.

The second his head met the pillow he passed out, his chest clenching with emotions.

When he woke up his apartment was empty, when he dragged himself to the fridge he found his fridge stocked with an assortment of body parts and meat, the thigh missing.

He wondered how many weeks it’d take him to get through the emotional impact of this incident before Kaneki barged into his apartment again, with a new one.

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On Leave ext: Jimin

An extension of On Leave pairing: Jimin x oc | reader genre: fluff word count: 1331 note: imported from my other blog

Jimin loves his wife; there’s no doubt about it. However, she can be very annoying at times, especially since she’s pregnant. It’s like she’s trying to put Jimin in hell for knocking her up so early in their marriage.

They are in their fifth month of marriage when they received the good news. Everything is wonderful except for her constant whining about her growing tummy.

Jimin has been warned about a woman’s behavior during pregnancy. He is aware of everything, and he tries his best to cater to his wife’s needs although some of them are absurd. Jimin cannot enumerate how many times he has to leave the cafe in Hoseok’s supervision even though his older friend is just there occupying a space in the cafe to do his own work. Nonetheless, Jimin is ever grateful that his friend is very understanding of his situation, but he has yet to express his gratitude one of these days.

This is why Jimin can’t take care of Taehyung’s daughter, not when his wife is very pregnant and nearing her due date.

“Jiminnn, can you massage my legs? I can’t feel them.”

Jimin is immediately up on his feet upon hearing his wife’s request. He sits cross-legged on the floor where he can easily massage his wife.

“Aren’t they too big now? Gosh, Jimin! How will I lose weight after this?” his wife starts complaining, pouting at him.

Jimin already knows how to react in this kind of situation. “Then don’t lose them. I don’t care. You’re still my lovely wife,” he says to console her. It’s not even a lie anyway. He really means every word.

“Really? Just like how I accepted your chubby cheeks and small hands?” but he hates how she makes comebacks to deflate his ego. Even so, he swallows his retort and instead focuses on his task to please his wife, averting his eyes away from hers.

“Are you mad at me?” However, his wife is persistent and annoying. “C'mon, I’m being honest. Plus, those are the reasons why I love you,” she holds Jimin’s hands, stopping him from massaging her legs. Jimin looks up and meets her twinkling eyes.

“I would have kissed you already if I can. My baby bump is too big for me to bend down,” she chuckles and gently pulls Jimin’s hands, a way to tell him to get up. Jimin complies without any protest. He is on his knees, cupping his wife’s in a matter of seconds.

“Then I’ll do it.” Jimin kisses her forehead first and then he bends a little to kiss her tummy. “I can’t wait for our little mochi,” he says.

At ten pm, Jimin is already half asleep when his wife starts shaking him into complete consciousness. “Jiminnn,” she calls him with a hiss.

Jimin quickly shoots up into a sitting position to see her clutching the sheet around her and a pained expression on her face. “I think mochi is coming,” her breath is quite labored due to pain. “Jimin.”

Panic suddenly comes knocking on Jimin’s door. His mind is in chaos, but he shrugs off all the nerve wrecking thoughts coming unwelcome in his mind so that he can bring his wife to the hospital without unnecessary episodes. “I’ll just get your things,” he leaves the bed quickly.

While Jimin is taking out the baby bag they prepared, he notices the wet spot on their sheet. “Baby, I think your water broke,” he says, trying to not raise panic in his wife’s system.

“Let’s go,” Jimin helps his wife out of their bed as fast as he can. “Can you walk? Should I carry you?” he asks, but his wife waves off his suggestion with a smile. “Just put your hand on my shoulder and guide me out. I’m okay. I can do this,” she takes a deep breath and walks with Jimin’s aid.

Jimin is outside the room where his wife is staying. She has been in labor for five hours now, and it’s starting to worry him. The contraction she experiences is making Jimin feel bad. He needs a moment to collect himself before becoming a support to his wife.

Sitting on the bench just beside the room, Jimin sees Namjoon walking up to him. His friend is waving at him with a huge smile on his face that shows his dimples.

“Hyung,” Jimin calls out, standing on his feet; a sigh of relief escapes his parted lips.

The older male greets Jimin with a hug and a pat on the back. He is even holding a plastic bag with snacks which he hands to Jimin after pulling away. “You got me worried with that call, so I rushed here from my studio.” Namjoon sits on the bench and pats the space next to him for Jimin to take.

“How did you and Taehyung did this? It’s making me crazy,” Jimin says, admitting defeat to panic.

“If you’re feeling that, what about your wife? She’s the one who will give birth. She’s much more nervous than you are. Man up and help her, Jimin.” After letting Jimin know what he thinks, Namjoon ushers his younger friend back in the door. He spots Jimin’s wife in bed and waves at her upon meeting her eyes. “I’ll come back with my wife after you give birth.” Patting Jimin’s back, he continues, “I’m going home first.” Namjoon bids goodbye with another wave and an encouraging smile for the couple.

An hour later, Jimin is being instructed to put on a protective gown while the medical team assigned to his wife is preparing for the delivery.  A nurse then calls Jimin after. “Just stand beside her and hold her hands or something. Please encourage and support her throughout the delivery,” Jimin nods and politely smiles to the nurse before putting on his surgical mask. He approaches his wife who has her eyes closed and a frown knitting her brows together.

“Baby, relax. We’ll meet our mochi in a few,” Jimin coos while taking his wife’s hands in his hold; he starts rubbing circles on her skin to relax her.

“Jiminnn, it hurts,” she whines, referring to the contraction she feels. “Shhhhh, everything will be gone soon. Let’s just do well so that we can see our mochi as soon as possible, okay?” Jimin pulls down the mask on his mouth. He smiles at her, his eyes forming crescents, and gives her a quick kiss on the forehead. Afterward, he puts the mask back into place just in time when the doctor comes inside the room.

“Let’s do our best,” the doctor says.

After a series of moans, a bucket of sweat, a lot of panting, and pushing from his wife, Jimin can already see his son. His head is already out in the open. With one final push, his wife has successfully given birth to their mochi. Before Jimin can even celebrate with his wife, the nurse who is holding his son calls him.

“Sir, you can cut the umbilical cord now.” With shaky steps, Jimin lets go of his wife’s hands to do his job. He carefully listens to the instruction of the doctor before the procedure. Calming his nerves, he holds the scissors with care to cut the umbilical cord. With one last deep breath, he cuts the cord, and the nurses, as well as the doctor, congratulate him.

The nurse then wraps the newborn in a clean towel and carries him to his mother. The nurse carefully lays the little angel on her side. Jimin quickly follows, standing next to his wife and his son. He bends a little and gently cups his wife’s cheek. “You did a good job. Thank you so much!” he says, wiping the beads of sweat on his wife’s face. “I love you,” he whispers which makes his wife smile.

“Jimin, look at him. He is so beautiful.” The couple both look at the little bundle of joy, their mochi.

AN: 왜 이 장르가 썼어요? ㅋㅋㅋ I wrote this in between fangirling, watching 아는 형님, and trying to sleep. I know I shouldn’t be writing fluffs, but I can’t help it. Instead of finishing my short fic (Escapade), I wrote this hahahahha! Anyway, yeah whatever. hahahah!

[misakiito-ffxiv-blog]

Justice: When has your character felt satisfied with the conclusion to a major dispute or concern? AND/OR The World in Reverse: What is your character holding back?

Night air caressed ebony locks as Misaki knelt beneath an endless winter sky, head bowed to her lap. The desert chill of Thanalan bit at her nose, but she simply shifted her shawl more securely around her face and neck. It was of filmy black, embroidered with silver stars to match the heavens above, bought from a merchant on Pearl Lane. 

She recalled the long conversation she’d had with Lucius Valentione’s night, when he’d brought her back home after an excursion to the Lavender Beds. The cherry blossoms he’d gotten her were still in her hair, and they were in barely more than smallclothes as they sipped tea and nibbled at mochi. The subject of past things arose– of their past relationship and what it had been, how they had acted together before disaster struck. Her fingers worked into his shoulders and undid what felt like suns of knots as he relaxed beneath her touch, against her thighs with her kneeling behind him. 

Heavy on her mind had weighed the question she asked him in the dim room of her apartment, songbirds calling softly into the night with a fragrant breeze coming in through the open window. It came out quietly, curiously on her tongue. 

“Do you know what became of the Overseer?” 

He canted his head just slightly at her question.

“The Overseer of the coastal camps? Your camp?” he asked casually, as if he didn’t know precisely what she meant. 

“The very same,” she had replied, still in that quiet voice as she massaged the Garlean man’s neck. It was strange, touching one of his kind of her own free will, of even wanting the physical closeness. But he was different. He had always been different. Sense cried out against her, but for once, she let her heart tell sense that it was alright, and that they could trust him, like they had when she was hardly out of girlhood. 

Lucius’ body tensed beneath her hands at her confirmation. His spine stiffened, and she could feel something hot and intense - anger - course through him for but a moment. Not at her– never at her, but at this comrade of his. There had been a silent agreement between Misaki and Lucius. He knew precisely what happened to her while under Garlemald’s thumb. He knew of the abuse, the assaults, the slavery, the horrors that had been unleashed upon her by the hand of the Overseer and his men. The Garlean beneath her thumbs, now, with heaven-blue eyes that were churning like a storm and a heart that had only ever softened for her, was reliving something, much like Misaki had relived those nights spent afraid, angry, and hurting. 

He informed her, coldly, that the man was dead– a presumed accident, as the story went. He’d toppled over a cliff and into the sea with a body never recovered. 

“There were few to mourn him, Misaki,” Lucius had added as her arms wrapped around his neck from behind and rested over his shoulders, turning his head slightly to look at her. She met his eyes, brushed a lock of dark brown hair from his face. “He’s gone, now. Never to return.” 

Their gazes stayed locked for a long moment, one of fire and amber, another of the sea and of ice. Misaki’s eyes closed, and she tightened her grip around him, bunched his shirt loosely in her little hands before nodding and quietly sliding to sit down beside him beneath the kotatsu table. 

“Thank you,” she whispered, and like that, it felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from her slender shoulders.

She thought about her word of thanks, about the meaning behind it. She and Lucius both knew that the death of this unruly Garlean had been no accident. How had he done it? Had he cut the Overseer’s throat? Strangled him? Poisoned him? Run him through with the same sword the Overseer had threatened Misaki with on so many occasions? She didn’t ask. She didn’t care. All that mattered was that Lucius had done her another kindness that she hadn’t asked for. He had saved her again, without expecting thanks or recognition. True as it was that she had longed to kill the Overseer herself, she knew that it would have only damaged her more. Lucius had saved her from more than just that man. He had saved her from more blood upon her delicate and trembling hands. The scars she left on the Overseer would suffice.

As she knelt in the desert sand and contemplated that night, she turned her eyes above. A shooting star sped pass in the canopy overhead, and she inhaled gently, looking down at her hand. It was the same strange phenomena she had sworn occurred on her sixteenth namesday; for but a moment she thought she saw the silver trail of the star dancing around her fingers and her wrist, glittering brightly before disappearing altogether. 

(( Thank you for the ask, @steelmagpie! Sorry this one took so long. D: Also, I really appreciate the use of and/or and think it should be done more often in asks!! Nothing really comes to mind for anything Misaki is holding back without getting too SPOILER-Y so thank you for the option!

mentioned: @sylla-ffxiv ))

[kpopworldleaders]

Jimin- Hug me

This is a request for one of my fellow readers, Thunder (such a cool name <3). Hope you like it :)

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*alarm ringing noise*

Ah... It was already morning. I hated the fact that morning came so fast, I could swear that I just to went sleep 10 minutes ago... how tiring.

I get up and set that annoying thing off, seriously why do alarms have to be so noisy?

I checked the time: 06.00

Yeah exactly, you'd be probably wondering why the hell I wake up this early. Well my friends, I am the vice president of the student council afterall. Yeah you could start boo-ing.

Honestly if you ask me how I actually became the vice president I would probably tell you that I really don't know because actually I have no idea how it happened. One day I got grounded because I was late on the first day of school and the other I was elected the vice president of the student council. Ironic, isn't it?

Well maybe I am not that mad about it... because if I hadn't been elected as the vice president and entered the student council... I wouldn't have met him... my angel... Park Jimin.

I couldn't thank God enough for actually letting all of this happen, thanks to everything that happened to me that day I got to meet my mochi sexy boyfriend.

So as I said before the first day of school didn't start off as good for me and after I got grounded for being late I was taken to the student council office and there I met him... he was the most picture-perfect guy I had ever seen... imagine those guys you would see only in anime or in dramas well it looked like one of them had come to life. I couldn't take my eyes of him... he was so damn gorgeous.

He introduced himself saying he was the president of the student council and I just thought to myself, could someone get any better than that? I mean not only he was so freaking attractive but he was intelligent too? Such perfection...

So as you would have already guessed I developed this HUGE crush on him and I couldn't help but admire him from afar. Anywhere I was my eyes would unconsciously search for him. I was pretty smitten.

BUT.

Unfortunately I wasn't the only one. He was so popular around the school, girls literally fell to his feet just by a single gaze from him, I mean I should have figured it out... It didn't require a genius to put 1 and 1 together and realize that such a person would be indeed really popular. Drop-dead gorgeous girls were in love with him, each time I saw those girls trying to flirt my self confidence fell to 0.

Even so, Jimin always kindly and carefully brushed them away, saying he wasn't interested in having a relationship just yet... which by the way relieved me but at the same time made me sad as I wouldn't have a chance, well not like I had one before.

So it was LITERALLY impossible for me and him to end up together... but we did... and I still can't believe it.

It was just a random day when I heard that the school was re-electing the student council. Jimin was re-elected president, OBVIOUSLY and somehow the next thing I knew was that my name was called as the vice president. YES. JUST SIMPLY AS THAT.

So the day after that I started to go to the student council everyday and thus I saw Jimin everyday. Slowly I started to talk with him more and more, and naturally got to know him, the more the days passed the closer we got and one day out of nowhere Jimin asked me out. YES. HE DID.

"Thunder... I really like you... would you go out with me?" he asked blushing really hard.

I was speechless, I had to pinch myself to believe it was true. Obviously I said yes. I was even redder than a pepper but I was so happy.

Its been around 8 months since we started dating now and things were going great between us too... but not so great between me and his 'fan-club'. I can understand them, I mean your crush's girlfriend would be your biggest threat its obvious you'd keep a grudge.

I didn't mind the stares and the words they said behind my back. Some of the things they said were really hurtful, sometimes those comments made me way more insecure than what I already was but I couldn't let those miserable words get to me... they were just words anyways, they can hurt you only if you let them. As long as it didn't get physically violent I was ok with it.

I could never let Jimin go only because of some random girls, they cannot separate us... I was more than happy with him and I would never give up on him, no matter what.

After getting up from the bed, I did my morning routine and got ready for school. I quickly made myself some toast and ate it before taking my bag, hanging it over my shoulder and exiting my house.

As I opened the gate I was greeted with a beautiful smile. It was Jimin on his bicycle that was waiting for me.

"Good morning princess." He said making me blush.

"Morning."

"You look as beautiful as ever."

He wrapped one of his arms around my waist and brought me closer to him connecting our lips in a sweet morning kiss.

"I missed you."

"We literally saw eachother yesterday Jimin." I chuckled.

"Hours are too long."

I just laughed. Then I got onto the bicycle and we headed off to school.

As we reached the school, it was empty. We were always the first to arrive so I was already used to this.

We went into the student council office. Jimin sat down at his desk and started going through some documents he had to organize. I roamed around the office finding nothing much to do.

"Jiminnie since I don't really have anything to do, is it ok if I go out for a while?"

He looked at me and pouted.

"You are leaving me alone?"

He was so damn cute omg.

"I-"

"Ok ok I was joking haha. Go and come." He said smiling.

I gave him a small kiss on the cheek before going out.

I was just peacefully walking in the corridor when suddenly a group of girls stood before me blocking my way. I was surprised at first. Only then I realized that I knew who they were. They were the girls from Jimin's fan-club. What were they planning to do now? Confront me? Insult me?

"You. What so good about you anyways? I mean you are nothing literally nothing compared to Jimin! You don't even match him! You're only bringing him down by being with him!"

"Yes! Look at him, he is so handsome and intelligent, and look at you. You're nothing but just some ugly ass bitch! You're just delusional."

"Do you really think Jimin got with you because he likes you? *scoffs* he probably just pitied you and that's why he got together with you!"

Those words felt like daggers to my heart. Each word cutting deep into it. I shouldn't let these words affect me... I shouldn't...

"W-What do you want from me?" I asked weakly.

"Look. All we ask you is to leave Jimin. Let him find someone of his calibre. Let him be with someone who would not ruin his image."

I really didn't want to listen to what they were saying but the more they spoke the more real the words felt. It felt as if all my deepest doubts were brought up and now they are haunting me. I really didn't want to feel this miserable but I felt so weak and before I knew tears were falling down my cheeks.

The girls were surprised but they didn't stop.

"You ugly bitch. Stop crying."

She was about to slap me but her hand was caught by another strong one.

Everyone was petrified.

"You guys seriously disgust me."

It was Jimin. He was angry I could tell by his voice.

He let the hand of the girl go.

"To think that you would go as far as to say such terrible things just to bring someone down, regardless being my girlfriend or not, simply just shows how much of horrible people you are."

"W-We didn't mean to-"

"Oh please shut up. I didn't get together with her because I pitied her; I fell in love with her, because unlike all of you she was honest. Unlike any of the girls I had met she was not fake, she was by far the only girl I had ever met that wasn't afraid to show me who she really was. She didn't doll up or speak in a flirty way because she wanted to impress me. She was the realest girl I had ever met and that made me fall for her. And she is beautiful both in and out. I am really disappointed in you. I didn't think that people could be so disgusting."

I could see that the girls were really ashamed and embarrassed of what they had done.

"We are really sorry."

They said before leaving.

After they had left Jimin took me into a big bear hug. He drew circles on my back massaging it in an attempt to comfort me.

"Don't ever doubt yourself. You're perfect. And you'll always be the only one for me."

I raised my head from his shoulder and looked him in the eyes. My eyes were filled with adoration for this little angel. I just really love him.

I leaned in for a kiss which he took voluntarily. It was sweet and reassuring. I felt so warm inside.

"Jimin... I really love you."

"I love you too, princess."