#i doubt i'll get them now with only a few days left which sucks so i guess i just have to hope for these

[madd-nix]

Doodled the two sets of twins! ⬛⬜🌞🌛

Years later, after Ingo has returned from Hisui, Tate and Liza go to check in on their old tag team battle partners by taking a trip to Unova. Ingo and Emmet are of course thrilled to see them and catch up with them.

[zorosjuicymelonsx]

Finding You

A/N: Guys I'm here and I'm so sorry I'm a week late with this. I got a new job after losing mine a few months ago so things have been hectic lately with my schedule. All I can say is sometimes adulting SUCKS but I love money so 😭🤑

A lovely reader on AO3 had helped me realise there was an anomaly with the timeline of how Y/N and Zoro meet and all so I went through it and I thought I would go through this:

Y/N's flashback of Zoro sleeping in the forest in Chapter 3 was when they were 15 so its actually 7 years ago and not 4 years ago. I've edited this and amended the story you tell Zoro slightly in Chapter 5 to correct this so my apologies for not finding this sooner. I wanted to show that she had a crush on him before they officially met after he rescued her in the alley. They then turn 16, graduate school and then Zoro asks her out. They date till 18, get engaged and marry at 19. Zoro disappears a few days after this and you spend the 2, almost 2 and a half years looking for him so he's 21 and your 21.

Its sometime after Wano and Egghead doesn't exist in this "dimension" when you find him in Chapter 1 so they're just cruising right now. I wanted to match the actual One Piece ages he was before and after timeskip.

I hope this has helped clarify if anyone else was confused of the timeline but please do enjoy this chapter. Because of my new job, I'll do my very post to work and post in a timely manner. Thank you for everyones patience and support with me.

Chapter Eight Previous Next “Zoro? You okay?”

“i-I have to go, m’sorry.” 

That was the last thing he said to you a week ago in the Crows Nest. You had gone through every single possible reason for why he suddenly would switch up the way he did which left you nowhere near to a conclusive answer. You were sure you’d done absolutely nothing but at the same time doubted yourself and wondered if you had done something unconsciously. 

Since then, he'd practically been living in the Crows Nest. He never ate in the galley anymore, never came on the deck to hang around with anyone and you weren’t even sure if he was sticking with his once a week baths. Every time you tried to seek him out, you noticed the hint of stress in his face and would walk away in the opposite direction. Thankfully you weren’t the only one who noticed the swordsman's strange behaviour. 

“Marimo is really starting to piss me off, can you believe he’s making me bring his meals to him like I’m some waiter?!” Sanji spat with annoyance as he piled nourishment onto Zoro’s breakfast plate. You knew Zoro wouldn’t have asked Sanji for food, you just understood Sanjis code of ethics when it came to making sure that every member of the crew was properly fed and nourished. You appreciated him for it. 

You were one of the few who remained in the galley after breakfast, sitting with Jinbe and Usopp who were finishing off their own meals. You’d leaned forward to sit your chin on your forearms as you traced the rim of your coffee cup with your finger caught in a net of progressive overthinking of the enigma that was your husband. 

“Has he really not said anything?” Usopp asked Sanji, the cook turning to face them, the plate in his hand piled high in mostly eggs, sausages and toast. 

“Not a word. I swear the algae on his heads really taken over his brain.” Sanji cursed before leaving the galley, chewing on his unlit cigarette. 

“Isn’t this normal for Zoro? I mean he is pretty quiet.” Jinbe asked Usopp. Since Jinbe was the most recent crewmate to join Luffy and the crew before you, it was understandable he would ask. You would have agreed with Jinbe on the fact Zoro was quiet, however, you knew better than to mistake this for just his regular self. 

“When something is bothering him, he shuts down. He avoids everyone, he won’t talk, he’ll just isolate. I just can’t figure out what's bothering him.” You grumbled out before lifting your cup to take a gulp of your coffee. Setting the cup down, you realised you couldn’t hear either of them talking anymore and turned to see them both staring at you with wide eyes. 

“Has he really never done this in front of you guys?” You questioned the gaping pair with a raised brow slightly mocking their owlish stares back. Jinbe shook his head as expected whereas Usopp's gaze drifted off behind you in thought. You assumed he was revisiting his album of memories with the swordsman. 

“Well…there was the time on Thriller Bark when he shut himself away to train but it wasn’t anything like this.” Usopp answered cautiously, his mouth slightly turned down in slight distress.This caught your attention and your heart filled with anxiety. 

“What happened?” You asked, unconsciously frowning. Usopp's gaze refocused back to yours, adjusting himself uncomfortably in his seat as he seemed hesitant to retell the story. Nonetheless, he sighed before clearing his throat to speak. 

“We were on Thriller Bark where we met Brook. Brook was stuck on his old crew's ship and he couldn’t leave because his shadow being taken by the ex-warlord Gecko Moria.”

“Brook has a shadow?” You asked in surprise trying to suppress a laugh. You valued Brook as a crew member despite his panties fetish. Thankfully Nami always stepped in after he asked to put him in his place.

“I don’t even know anymore, ANYWAYS ....we managed to defeat him but another ex-warlord named Kuma came for us.We don’t know what exactly happened because Kuma knocked us out but we know Zoro got really hurt. He was unconscious for a few days after that. I think at the time we underestimated them but knowing him, he blamed himself for not being strong enough.” 

Usopp clarified, his tone laced with guilt. Your heart ached at the idea of Zoro being that severely injured to that extent. You knew he didn’t care as long as he met his goal in the end even if you did reprimand him on his mentality many times over the years you both dated. You had eventually accepted it and you didn’t want to stand in his way.

“Let's just give him space and see what happens.” You spoke assuringly to the two despite your chest hammering with the anxiety of unsurety. 

One Week Later

Two weeks had passed since you last heard Zoro's voice. The patient person you were two weeks ago was buried deep inside and now your patience was wearing thin along with your paranoia running rampant. You couldn’t take the silence anymore and neither could the rest of the crew. 

It was the afternoon and Nami had called everyone in for a crew meeting on deck, including Zoro who had unsuccessfully attempted to blend into the background. Your eyes has locked in on him from the moment you walked in and spotted green. You also saw the obvious attempt he made to avoid looking your way as he chose to focus his gaze on the wall behind Nami. 

‘Just what was so interesting about the wall you fucker?’ You thought to yourself as you leaned back in your chair in observation. 

“Right guys, I called this meeting in because I came across information that there's an island nearby rumoured to have a fuck ton of treasure. We gotta make a game plan.” Nami excitedly spoke, the berries practically beaming out of her eye sockets. Reluctantly, you took your eyes away from Zoro to focus on Nami. 

For about an hour, she went over and planned in detail how to navigate the island, showing you and the others the maps and other sources of information from a book she read detailing the treasure and its history. 

“I also decided that not all of us can go on the island so I’m picking Zoro and Y/N to stay behind on the ship.” Nami added. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Zoro stiffen before clearing his throat to speak up. 

“I’m coming with you guys, have Sanji stay on the ship with Y/N.” Zoro spoke in a low, reserved manner clearly disguising his obvious discomfort towards you. It was the first time you’d heard his voice in two weeks but hearing the words he chose only had you gritting your teeth. You took a deep breath in and decided that at that moment you couldn’t take anymore. 

He had drawn your last straw. 

“Oh Y/N-chan, I’d love to-” You cut off Sanji as you stood up from your seat, the feet of the chair roughly scraping against the floor boards as you paced your steps towards Zoro to now stand strong in front of him. You felt the intense gaze of the others on you but ignored it, the anger you felt overpowered your rationality. 

“Whats your fucking problem?” You spat out as you looked up at him. 

This caught him off surprise. You could see he was trying to shift away from you but you weren’t going to allow him to get out of this. You moved in tandem with him whenever he attempted to get away from you only to have him give up and stay glued to the wall behind him. 

“I ain’t got no problem-”

“Bullshit. You’ve been avoiding me for the past two weeks. In fact, you’ve been avoiding ALL of us.” 

“You’re being dramatic.”

“No I’m fucking not.” You somehow got even closer, your chest practically touching his as you felt his body heat against you. 

“She's really not Zoro, did something happen between you two?” Nami asked cautiously behind you.

“Did I do something?” 

He could see you were frustrated with him and he could see he was only hurting you more than he wanted to. 

‘I’m sorry….’ He thought as he looked at you, the guilt overwhelming him. 

Whilst he didn’t appreciate the questioning from you and the heavy gazes of everyone, he will admit he had isolated himself from you. It wasn’t because you did anything to him personally and it wasn’t because he started rejecting your presence on the ship; by far you'd been patient with him by letting him be. The persistent questioning he got from the others, especially the shitty cook despite being appreciative of him bringing his meals to him only to be met with silence from him only fueled his guilt. Since the discovery of his feelings for you, he felt overwhelmed. Being around you distracted him. He felt the want to be with you but at the same time, his mind shielded him from you as if he was protecting himself from you. He prided himself in being strong minded and he felt frustrated with himself over how he could possibly feel this way when he prided himself in being strong minded. He could only theorise that this mental block with you had to do with the guy who’d wiped his memory. 

‘Was his named Edward? Ethan? Whatever, it didn’t matter.’

He knew he was being a dick by staying away from you but he didn’t know what else to do. The moment he accepted his feelings for you, he’d also accepted what felt like an overwhelming burden in his stomach. He felt panic, a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time. He left you in the Crows Nest, remembering the feeling of not being able to breathe. This was why Zoro did not do feelings; they were complicated. 

“You didn’t do anyth-”

“Then why have you been avoiding me?” You persistently questioned, the frustration brimming in your eyes. 

“I’m done with this, I’m leaving.” He felt his heart climbing up into his throat with you being so close to him.

“Oh no you don’t, you’re not getting out of this one.” 

You made an impulse decision out of anger. With your free hand, you summoned a hole behind Zoro. You pictured the very island where you spent time training yourself with your devil fruit, knowing it was quiet and you wouldn’t be disturbed. The hole behind him had formed and Zoro had realised too late he was no longer leaning against solid and fell through the smoke of clouds that enveloped him. 

You turned to the others who were gaping at you in shock. Even Luffy stayed glued to his seat with no attempt to jump through the cloud of smoke. 

“I’ll bring him back tomorrow.” You huffed out before going through the hole yourself. 

As you landed in the sand of the island, you looked up to see the hole you summoned. You then looked around to see your surroundings. The island hadn’t changed one bit; the wave of nostalgia hit as you breathed in the smell of the sand and sea, the lingering scent of greenery coming from the forest coming into the mix as well. If you looked around again, you’d be able to find the rock you carved the last date you were here before leaving to continue your search for Zoro. 

You purposefully summoned the hole on the empty side of the island, choosing to leave the small population of habitants to the other side undisturbed. They were peaceful people and had even shared a few meals with you from time to time whenever a few of them found you exhausted from exertion after training. They knew you well and that you didn’t pose a threat, choosing to peacefully coexist with them. 

Once closed, the anger still ever present in your system you looked around to spot Zoro sitting in the sand as he looked around taking his surroundings. 

“Wh-where are-?” 

“You gonna talk or what?” You aggressively asked. 

Zoro was now angry. He didn’t want to fight with you, he just wanted to piece together his feelings and rebuild his courage to be around you. He wasn’t ready to face you and being here with you only made him feel worse.  

He stood up from the sand and stomped over to stand over you, pushing the bile from his thumping heart back down his throat.

“What…the FUCK…were you thinking? Why would you do that? Do you realise without me there, you’ve put the others in danger? Take us back NOW.” 

“First of all, step the fuck back and calm down. Second of all, they’ll be fine. Third of all, were not going anywhere until we sort whatever the fucks gone up your ass and died.” You said as you matched his energy. 

“Fuck this, I’m out.” Zoro refused to admit anything. He couldn’t. He turned away from you and began walking. 

“Roronoa Zoro, come back here now.” You ordered him as you followed behind. 

“No. Piss off.” He called back as he continued stomping. 

“Zoro, stop.” You shouted, your voice almost broke as your anger now turned into hurt. 

“Leave me alone Y/N.” 

“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?” You now cried out. You couldn’t stop the tears and the lump in your throat as you stared at his back. 

Zoro stopped at the sound of your voice breaking. He frowned at the thought of you upset, his heart ached but he couldn’t turn around. 

“I’m not doing anything to you Y/N. I just need space.” He spoke regretfully before he continued walking again and turned left heading into the forest. You stood still as you watched him walk away.

“Fuck.” You whispered to yourself, taking your palm to rub against your forehead in frustration and then using the back of your hand to wipe your tears away. You hated crying, you’d always felt so weak. No matter how much you try to control it, the tears always win. You decided to sit, digging yourself further into the sand before leaning back to let it envelop you. 

You breathed in, allowing yourself to take in the sound of the waves crashing against the damp sand. You didn’t realise how much you missed being back on land. You loved being on the Sunny, you really did but sometimes allowing yourself to be grounded for a bit always helped. 

You let your hands moved with the sand, feeling the softness of it between your fingers. You clenched the sand into your palms finding the action soothing and allowing the anger you’d felt seep into each particle.

What were you going to do with Zoro? 

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A few hours had passed and you found yourself waking up from a nap you had unconsciously taken. You noticed the sun was beginning to lower, you predicted you had a few hours left before nightfall. You sighed before getting up from the sand, swiping off the residue of sand that was left on your clothes and turned to face the direction Zoro left you from. You were grateful the island was small and you knew it  wouldn’t take you long to track down the lost swordsman. 

As you were about to start walking, you felt a presence lurking near you. You stiffened before smiling and realising there was more than one and posed no danger. 

“How long have you guys been there for?” You called out. You turned to find a small group of what you assumed were hunters gathering food. The group consisted of three men and one woman. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” One of the male hunters asked. 

“I’m fine don’t worry…you didn’t happen to see a green haired guy with three swords roaming around?” You queried. You didn’t know them personally but you assumed the few that did check in on you when you were training spread the word to the others of your existence.

“He’s sitting by the waterfall.” The female hunter softly answered. You nodded as you brought the memorised path to the area up into your mind to plan out your short walk. 

“Thank you, don’t mind us. We’ll be gone tomorrow.” You promised before you began making your way to him. A short walk through the forest and your feet found you at the beginning of a small lake. As you continued, your eyes caught the waterfall and the blue hues of water falling over into the lake. You looked around and soon enough your eyes caught on a head of green hair. You frowned at his slouched demeanor, noticing his eye was lost in the water and in thought. You took a quick breath in before continuing your walk to now stand near the swordsman. You noticed his body stiffened as you felt your presence before slouching back, his eye not breaking out of his lost gaze. 

“Zoro…I.” 

“Don’t speak.” 

Your mouth closed into a straight line, the words ‘I’m sorry’ stuck at the tip of your tongue. You felt like you stood for eternity but just a few short minutes later and you decided to find a seat on the grass near him. Your eyes followed his and soon enough you were also lost in the water with him. Apart from the sounds of the water crashing into the lake and the gentle calls from the birds in the trees, the angst between the both of you laid thick. 

As you watched the water, you were reminded of how much you missed swimming and the ability to just float. You had thankfully never fallen into the ocean since obtaining your devil fruit but the thought of sinking struck fear in you. You missed the feeling of saltwater soaking into your skin, letting your fingertips wrinkle and allowing your mind to wonder and be free. Sure you were able to shower in non-sea water but it just wasn’t the same. 

Time had passed and the sky had turned into a deep hue of orange indicating the end of daylight. The forest had begun to fill out with fireflies, adding to the ambiance and giving light to where you both sat. You knew you’d have to start a fire and look for food soon but you couldn’t find the will to do so yet. 

You had decided to scoot closer to the edge of the lake, allowing yourself to indulge in the only closeness you can have to water. 

“You ain’t plannin to jump in right?” 

Hearing his voice shook you out of thought, you shook your head to answer his question. 

Zoro had every right to be pissed at you but seeing the sadness in your face made him feel guilty for letting himself behave like a teenager for hours. This was his fault after all but admitted he let his pride get the better of him. 

“Why’re you moping?”

“I’m not moping..I’m just remembering how much I enjoyed swimming and just being in the ocean.” You confessed, pouting and allowing yourself to lean on your hand. 

“I thought you didn’t regret-” 

“I don’t regret anything. I’m allowed to feel sad.” You snapped. 

He allowed silence to fill the space between the both of you for a moment before he made an anxiety-consuming decision that would definitely change everything. 

“You wanna go in?” Zoro softly asked. 

You turned to face him, surprise evident in your face. 

“That's impossible, I’ll just feel weak and sink.” You answered. 

“Not if I’m holding you.” Zoro said. 

“I thought you were avoiding me, now you wanna hold me?” You questioned back. 

“Answer my question; you want to go in yes or no?” Zoro bit back with slight annoyance at you being argumentative. 

You bit your lip to stop yourself from going into a tangent, turning to look back at the water before nodding. 

From seeing your physical consent, Zoro stood up and began to strip. You visibly blushed and let your gaze turn away from him refusing to turn it into ogling. He brought himself into your line of vision as he walked forward and stepped into the water, waiting with his back turned to you at the edge to allow you privacy. You were able to see he was just left in his boxers. You stared for a bit before finding your brevity and beginning to strip until you were just in your underwear and bra. You walked a few steps forward until you stood just behind him but you hadn’t stepped in the water yet.

“Am I okay to pick you up?” Zoro cautiously asked, his back still facing you.

“y-Yeah you can.” 

Zoro turned around, pushing back his raging heartbeat and ignoring the growing heat in his skin before scooping you into his arms bridal style and slowly walking back into the lake until he was halfway submerged. You relished in the warmth of his skin and you hadn’t realised just how much you missed his presence. 

“If it gets too much for you, tell me and I’ll take you back.” Zoro’s voice almost broke. He was currently fighting back the blush that had threatened to consume his wholebeing as he avoided looking down at your naked body. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen a naked woman before, heck Nami and Robin walked around the ship in practically nothing and it never once bothered him. Seeing you see this way; shy and almost vulnerable gave a completely different meaning to it. He couldn’t fathom anyone else seeing you like this and the mere idea of any man seeing you this way made his skin itch and his temper rise.  

He hadn’t even allowed himself to be consumed in the lust-filled thoughts he had of you since his recent awakening of feelings he had for you. He felt too much respect for you to subject you to his internal needs. He didn’t even know if you both even consummated the marriage before he disappeared but refused to go down the tangent of thoughts surrounding it. 

He slowly began to lower you into the water, allowing the flow of the water to cover your legs and your arms. You gasped at the sudden coolness of the water, immediately feeling the weakness of the ocean consume you. Rather than fighting the weakness, you allowed it to sit as you relished in the feeling of the cool water and Zoro’s body heat. 

“You okay?” 

“Thank you Zoro.” You quietly spoke, grateful to him. 

His concern alone was enough for you to choke on a sob. You were overwhelmed. 

“Why did you avoid me?” You weakly asked, allowing yourself to cry. 

“M’sorry.” Zoro mumbled back as he bit the inside of his cheek.

“I don’t want a sorry…I want an answer.” 

Zoro said nothing. He didn’t know how to confess his feelings to you. He couldn’t even begin to explain or know where to start with talking about what was wrong with him. Seeing you broken hurt him badly and he knew he couldn’t let this go on anymore. 

‘Show her.’ 

A small voice in his head spoke. He frowned at the intrusion of the voice. 

‘Show her how you feel.’ 

He looked down to see you looking back up at him. The yearning he felt to hold you closer, the want to be with you overtook him. 

He decided to listen to the foreign voice, putting his anxiety to one side as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours in a chaste kiss.

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A/N: HE DID IT!!! FINALLY HE KISSED YOU AHHHHHHH 🥳 😭💚

Taglist: @starlightanyaaa @eggrollforyou @rosellerinfrost @qalable

[noa-de-cajou]

Day 18 : One of them is sick / Cooking / Hugs

Lycarn belongs to @hel-phoenyx , Agathe to @thal-ent and Ai to @corneille-but-not-the-author

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My palm presses itself against a forehead. Burning hot. The second one gives me the same result.

“Well, no doubt about it, you two are definitely sick.”

Lycarn groans, Agathe pouts. Both of them are sitting on a bed in the harem, faces beet-red. I felt it as soon as I came in, the acid smell of sweat, characteristic of sickness, then I found my wives entangled on the mattress and unable to get up. Behind me, Ai clears her throat.

“Is it severe?”

I shake my head. They’re not siffling, their lymph nodes aren’t swollen, their throats are only a little irritated.

“Nah, mostly just a strong fever. Meaning…”

I try to look firm. Damn it, why is it so much easier with the kids…

“Today, you two need to rest. Doctor’s orders.”

Lycarn falls directly onto the mattress with a tiny little noise of protest. With her black mage condition, she's used to being sick, I'm used to taking care of her, no biggie.

Agathe, however, seems a little puzzled. She attempts to get up, but her limp wings glue her to the bed. Yeah, honey, if you don't even have the strenght to lift your wings, just how do you intend to stand?

“Agathe, lay down.”

“But… The girls…”

Kalerich, who remained silent up until know, raises a hand.

“I'll take care of them for today. If you’ll let me.”

That's my man. Agathe doesn't look convinced, but it’s not like she has a choice. I push her gently and she falls on her side, right on the mattress. Both her and Lycarn are absolutely cooked.

Speaking of cooked, I should probably whip something up for them. Something light, soup, maybe? Or mashed vegetables. I’d love to make minced meat for Lyc, but, eh, me and meat-

A hand pats my shoulder. Right. I’m getting carried away in my own thoughts again. Ai is looking at me, a worried expression on her beautiful face.

“Ether, will it be okay? I can summon a healer if needed.”

I shake my head, gently caress her cheek.

“It’s fine. Nothing I haven't seen before.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

Oh. Right.

It’s true that I've been… well, simply put, my health has been shit since we came back from Wuqi. Migraines, worsened chronic pains, insomnias and hypersomnias, fatigue, the whole package. Which sucks ass when you're the imperial physician and a mom of three. But I've been feeling better these last few days, so… Eh, should be okay.

“I'll be just fine, love.”

“Are you sure? I'll stay if I could, but…”

But I'm the Empress, says the bitter curve of her lips.

“Listen, Ai. If you have some time today, you can always swing by. But don’t feel bad for leaving us, okay?”

She gives a reluctant nod, and I kiss her on the forehead. Hers is cool, that's great. She leaves after a sad look to Agathe and Lyc, it breaks my heart. Ruling a country really sucks sometimes, I've seen enough rulers to know that, and hey, I'm a ruler myself now. Being a doctor suits me much better, though.

Time to get to work and check on my loves. They’re both shivering, I pull out the extra blankets and settle them in nice and comfy, making sure Agathe’s wings can rest comfortably. Next, water. Lots of water. Then food, some remedies to calm their fever and lots of sleeping. That should do the trick.

“I’ll go get a few things, okay? I’ll be right back.”

A hand grabs my sleeve as I get up to go. It's Agathe.

“Don't leave.”

That's… unusual, coming from her. But I know that fevers can easily bring out anyone’s vulnerable side.

“I’ll only be gone a few minutes, Aggie. You won't even notice I'm gone.”

She squeezes harder. There’s a genuinely fearful expression on her face, even with her eyes still closed.

“Stay.”

Okay. Hum. Well. Guess I'm stuck here.

Luckily Kalerich hasn’t left yet.

“Kal? Before you go wake the girls up, can you go and fetch some stuff for me?”

He nods without any hesitation whatsoever. I give him the list of what I need, the foods Agathe and Lycarn like, tell him where the medications are in my office. He nods intently and by the second I'm done, he’s outta the door. What a man.

“Well, there you go, Agathe. I’m staying.”

A small smile of relief spreads across her face. That's better. She softly nuzzles her burning cheek into my hand.

“Thanks, Irène.”

Oh.

Oh, I get it now.

You only wanted her to stay, hm? Even if she was afraid of you. You only needed her to stay.

I understand that all too well. Doesn't mean the name doesn't sting a little. Just a tiny bit.

“Her name’s Ether, Agathe,” Lycarn mumbles in a brief moment of lucidity.

“Right… Sorry, Ether…”

Okay, that does get a chuckle outta me. I can never feel sad for too long with those two.

Kalerich comes back to drop my stuff, gives me a quick kiss on the hair like the sly motherfucker he is, then leaves. He even mashed the veggies and minced the meat. Perfect.

Spoonfeeding your wives is way more ridiculous that you’d expect, but they’re really cute, munching quietly and grimacing at the taste of the medicine. I hope it's gonna work. They might be adorable like this but I prefer them healthy. It feels weird when Lyc doesn't have the energy to growl at me. I’d rather have a wolf than a sick puppy.

“Come on, you two need to get some shut-eye.”

“But my eyes are already shut…”

I snort at Agathe’s remark. Right.

“Sleep. I mean sleep.”

“But there’s so much to do…”

“You can take care of it later, angel.”

“But…”

I start to caress her hair aaaaand there she goes. Asleep, just like that. Lycarn is still fighting off sleep, her feverish gaze fixed on me.

“What’s wrong, Lyc? Do you need more water?”

“... Can I get a hug?”

…

Usually I'd refuse. But I don’t think she's contagious and, well, no one with a heart could say no to those eyes.

So I embrace her and press my cheek against her forehead. A little less hot. Good.

“Thanks…”

“No problem, Lyc. I love you.”

She doesn't even have time to reply, she's already asleep. When I see their faces, I have to wonder, did they overwork themselves too much? Since I've been a little down in the dumps, maybe they had to fill in the gaps and now they’re paying the price.

Ah, I'm dumb. That’s not the point. Whether it’s my fault or not, we take care of each other. That's just what we do.

I hold Lycarn closer.

I’d do this every day if I had to.

[stellacadente]

so like having memory issues sucks sooo bad

i lost 2 umbrellas in like. 2 or 3 weeks maybe a month (you guessed it i can't really remember. passage of time is so hard) bc it rains, i use this neat little umbrella.... put it down at the bus stop just for a second so i can get something from my backpack and completely forget i ever had it and hop on the bus without my neat little umbrella! fuck! my mum bought me this one (i didn't lose the previous one tbf.. it broke)! so then a couple of weeks later, still without an umbrella bc yeah, i keep forgetting to buy a new one, i have to be out all day, and it's raining hard and will all day, so my mum offers to give me her umbrella. she doesn't really need to walk or anything today anyway. i'll give it back later. yeah right. except i enter the place where i have to take my driving license quiz, i put down my umbrella, right there at the entrance, and when i walk out later it's not raining and i have completely forgotten i ever had an umbrella with me. my mum's umbrella. which i leave there. bye bye to another umbrella. i tell my mum a few hours after i realize... i was scared she'd get mad. she gets mad. how can you forget this stuff all the time. just think about these things a little more. just pay more attention. ah. right. as if that's easy. i tell her! it's not easy! i feel awful about this, i feel awful every time! i'm frustrated. i want her to understand i don't do this bc i don't care about my or other people's things or don't pay attention to them. i tell her look, every time i get to work i go upstairs to refill my water bottle. then i get coffee and/or chat with coworkers. i put my water bottle down, i need my hands to get coffee. and every time. every. time. i go downstairs and realize i left my water upstairs. i curse myself, i groan, i tell myself come one nico, you must remember later/tomorrow. i almost never do. my mum sighs and laughs awkwardly. yeah, mum, i know, i'm not even 30 and my memory's already fucked. i must have some problem, i say. it's only half a joke. i know i do. she half-jokes too, oh that's for sure, haha. i just don't know which one the many problems i do in fact have are to blame for this. is it the abuse and trauma? the bpd that was the result of it? the many meds i've taken for the bpd and all the rest? the times i've abused those meds? all of those, something else? i don't know. i just know it's hard to feel like everything, from memories to objects to knowledge, is a second away from being lost to me. always. few things feel like they last. and as a person who's obsessed with forever, as a person who loves to learn and know and watch and read and listen, as a person who cares even too deeply sometimes... i feel like i lost myself every day. if myself even exists. what am i when i don't remember most of my life? when i've forgotten almost everything about people who mean the world to me, bc they've been gone for so long? i forget birthdays, i forget ages, i forget umbrellas, i forget unloading the washing machine, i forget i already told you this, i forget smiles, i forget movies, i forget things i studied, i forget i had to call, i forget i needed to add something to the guidebook, i forget if i already took my med or not, i forget my favorite concert, i forget my favorite book, i forget. i forget again.

yesterday i went on a rant on the discord server i'm in with my friends, even if i knew it wasn't likely anyone would see it, bc the server's not very active now and that channel especially, no one looks at it. but i was so so scared i'd forget what happened the other day and even worse would start doubting whether it all happened for real or i made up half of it to make up for voids in my memory. that happens often with stuff like that. the therapist i had my first appointment with was very weird about me being trans and i kept thinking about it and feeling bad and the more i think something over, something i'm upset about, the more i get scared that i'm not recalling things right. so i had to write it all down somewhere other people could, even just potentially, see, and i could look back on. i mean yeah, i also did need to talk about it, so it would've been nice if someone read and replied too, but it's okay, i just at least needed to put it down in words as soon as possible.

i guess i'm just scared it'll get worse and worse the more i age and it's already pretty bad now and yeah

[casspurrjoybell-26]

Made of Steele - Chapter 4

*Warning: Adult Content*

It was Thursday and I was back at school and the moment I stepped inside the halls I felt all eyes on me.

From the two days I was recovering at home from being sick, the news that Hanna and I had broken up had spread not only across school but social media.

Sometimes, being the son of a known billionaire and the stepson of a famous actor sucked, even more now so that they were now married, making me newsworthy whenever something happened without my dad catching it fast enough.

My dad and Evan tried to make it less 'news' as possible but it was out there in the public and already too late to do anything, other than get on with my life.

I wanted a normal high school life and this is just something that came with the territory of choosing your own destiny.

One of those things, were being in the spotlight and just because I was uncomfortable, I was not going to run away like some coward.

"Hey Jamie," my friend, Leo came beside me, as I opened my locker to put my bag into.

"Heard about Hannah, sucks man but we all saw it coming."

I looked at him then scoffed, a small smile reaching my lips as I closed the locker.

"Yeah."

There wasn't anything more to say about it, my friends had spammed me all day yesterday to get gossip out of me and when I said nothing, Hannah had told them everything, which only made them spam me harder to ask if what she was saying was true.

"How are you doing? You look better than what I was told," he asked, as he walked beside me to our first class.

"What?" I said, looking at him confused.

"Hannah might be a bitch now,but she still cares about you, told us you saw a doctor and everything."

I hum and shrug, wondering why she said that, despite the last time I saw her, she was slamming my door and almost breaking the glass because we just broke up.

"Well, I'm fine now, so..."

We reach the classroom and I took a seat in the back, near the window, where the quiet kids usually sit to not talk to anyone but today I was claiming it as my own, as I got here first.

As more and more students start coming into the classroom and sitting down, the sooner the teacher came but to my surprise our regular teacher didn't show up but someone else.

"Mrs. Kim is out sick today, so I'm afraid you all get me," Kit starts, picking up a pen and turning around to write on the whiteboard. "Since I'm just a sub and only a few years older than you seniors, you can call me Kit or Sir the choice is yours," he adds, once he signed his name on the board, along with a book page number.

He had yet to look at me and considering what I did the last time I saw him, I thought he would spot me immediately but luckily for me I was hunched over the table in front of me and being blocked by the girl in front of me.

"Alright, let's do some reading and then I'll pass out a test, so just try your best, alright?" he said, before grabbing a stack of papers and handing them out.

Well, fuck.

I sat up straight in my chair and once I did so and Kit reached the back of the classroom, where I was sitting, he had spot me and done a double look as I looked away from him, awkwardly looking outside.

This was weird.

He reached me and left a test paper on my desk and then turned and walked back to the front of the classroom, I decided to just forget about it and open my book and turn to the page 674 in my book and keep my head down.

I knew this was awkward, not only for me but no doubt for him too, a student, a guy had kissed him but that wasn't the worst part, the worst part for me was that I didn't think it was bad.

I just really wanted to shut him up but I ended up liking it, even if I did kiss him for a split second, it wasn't as disgusting as I thought it would be, he had surprisingly soft lips.

The rest of class went on as normal, we did some stupid test that had something to do with the page on the book and after that he made us watch a boring documentary on the something that had nothing to do with science.

Senior year was too slack considering half of the seniors were completely stressed about college and what we were doing once we graduated, yet teachers and subs were just treating us like children, passing us tests and making us watch videos.

There was really nothing more else to do but wait, exams were over and we had weeks left before graduation.

When the class ended, I lifted my head from the table and wiped my mouth free of drool, I got up from my seat along with everyone else as the bell rang through the air and grabbed my bag.

Thinking it was a good idea at the time, was now the worst I had in a while, as students got out before me, I was the last one left to leave and with Kit standing near the door practically waiting for me, I felt my whole-body cold sweat.

"Do you have a minute, Jamie?" Kit asked, as I reached the classroom door. "I promise this won't take long," he added, smiling handsomely at me.

I knew what he was going to say, before he even said it and that's what made this even more awkward when he closed the door for privacy and then turned around to look at me.

"If this is about... Monday, I uh..." I start, swallowing hard, not sure exactly how to explain myself. "I'm sorry."

"Why?"

I snap my eyes to his and frown.

What did he mean by 'why'?

"Huh?"

He shrugged and walked past me to grab his book on the table.

"Did you regret kissing me?" he asked, leaning against the desk with a playful smile on his lips.

"I... uh..." I was so confused.

"I don't understand," I said dumbly, making him stare at me, like he was trying to figure out something.

After an awkward moment of silence, Kit leans off the desk and stepped in front of me, until he was so close to me, I could smell the aftershave on him.

"I'm asking if you regret kissing me, Jamie or did you do it because you like me?" he asked, his voice low as his eyes searched mine.

I was speechless, after-all I half expected him to just drop it or call me out on it privately, I did not expect this reaction out of him, almost like he was asking for reasons unknown.

Why did I kiss him?

Because I wanted to?

To see how it felt?

Curious?

Fuck, I didn't know, now that I think about it, I don't understand what made me do it, he was close and something about him being close to me, made me feel strange in my body, like it moved on it's own.

Did I like him?

Not at all but yet, something about him did leave me curious.

"If you're not mad about it then can we just... drop it?" I force out, looking at him to see his brows raise slightly.

"What if I don't want to?"

"What?"

He kept moving forward, closer to me, until I eventually hit my back against the classroom door, with Kit hovering over me, his face close to mine.

"You're hard," he whispered, as I felt my body tingle as his breath hit my face.

I looked down, nervous, yet curious and when I saw that he was right, I was embarrassed that I didn't even notice and he did but even more embarrassed that I had no control over my body anymore.

Was he messing with me right now?

Or did he actually...

Kit pressed his chest against mine and leaned his head forward, his eyes on mine and his lips inches from mine and in that moment, I should've pushed him away but instead, curious to see what his game was, I held eye contact.

Just before our lips touch, someone knocked on the door behind me and made me jump and move away from him, my heart hammering in my chest as I tried to calm myself down, turning around and trying to think of something disgusting as Kit unlocked the door to see who knocked.

"Oh, sorry I didn't realize this classroom was taken today," another teacher said, looking at me and smiling once I turned around.

"Oh, it's not," Kit said smiling, turning to me as I looked between the two teachers, wanting nothing more than to just leave this awkward situation.

"I should get to class..." I said looking at Kit, smiling weakly as I walked past him and the other teacher.

"Think about what we talked about, Jamie," Kit called out, smiling as the other teacher walked into the classroom.

I didn't say anything back as I turned around and just kept walking towards my next class, thinking of nothing but what just happened, as much as I tried to block it out.

All the way to my next class, I had to wonder what I was doing kissing him and what the hell he was doing not pushing me away when I pounced on him.

I didn't expect it to turn out like this.

Did he like me or something?

Or was he just messing with me?

Either way, I was in no position to act on what I was feeling or not feeling for this guy, another man, given how complicated my life was and how at any moment it could all blow up in not only my face but his if this 'kiss' got out.

I did not know how I felt about him or any of this, whilst I did not dislike what happened nor did I push him away, him as a person just annoyed me, yet I can't hide the way I felt when I was around him.

I was confused and struggling to understand any of this and in times like this I would usually talk to Evan, as he didn't get crazy like my mom or intimidating like my dad, it felt like I was talking to a close friend and he always said shit without thinking, the complete opposite of my parents.

Still, it was too soon, I needed to figure this out on my own before I asked for advice on men, given that Evan would love to have me come to him about 'relationships'.

For now, I just needed to get through the day and hope this day does not get any worse or complicating. 

[ratralsis]

I mentioned recently that my cat went through a sudden emergency that wound up costing me a few thousand dollars.

For a couple of weeks, it wasn't clear if he was going to fully recover. As it turns out, by buying him special prescription food that costs me about $5/day, he's doing much better now.

It sucks. I'm not happy that it's so expensive to feed him and keep him healthy. But that's how it is, and it can't possibly last forever. Since he turns 14 this month, it probably won't last more than a couple more years, frankly. But who knows. That's what I said about my other cat, who's been on slightly less expensive prescription food since January. She's 17, going to turn 18 at the end of the year.

They're both very old, and it's now costing me over $200/month just for food. It's absurd. I'm unhappy about it. I'm going to keep spending it just as long as they're both alive, because the alternative is to have them put down them for being expensive.

Which is what I'll do if either of them winds up requiring another surgery, because, while I can do my best to budget around $200/month for food, I simply can't afford another trip to the emergency clinic like I had in August.

This is where, if I had enough readers to justify it, I'd put a donation link where you could send me money. But it'd be to keep my cats alive. To cover my pet expenses. It'd feel wrong for me to ask for money for that, so I won't.

And yes, that does mean I feel a little conflicted about it when I see other people post those kinds of donation links. "Help me cover funeral expenses for my dog," that kind of thing. I just can't justify it. I know that pets are family members to a lot of people, and they're family members to me, too, but, in my case and only in my case, I feel that I'm the one who decided to take on the responsibility of pet ownership. I don't know the details of anyone else's case, so I'm just left wondering.

But, well, for now, both cats are doing alright, and, if I'm lucky, I'll be able to budget and save and be back to where I want to be in a few more months. November is one of two months in the year when I get three paychecks, so that'll help a lot.

We'll see what happens. I've been trying to find ways to earn more money this year, and, because I work in IT and tens of thousands of other IT workers were laid off at the start of the year, it simply hasn't happened yet. Maybe it'll happen soon. Who knows.

Or maybe, in a couple of years when I finish my book, I'll be able to start raking in that sweet, sweet passive income that I keep hearing about. I doubt it, though! I really, really doubt it!

That's enough of a life update for now. I'd like to get back to writing about writing again soon. My ad-supported Amazon Fire Tablet really pushed a book on me hard called Zodiac Academy: The Awakening, which I was able to download for no additional cost because I have some Kindle membership, and I made it about four pages in before the author's fixation on the first-person narrator's butt and their absolutely fucking awful punctuation (an inability to use commas, mainly) made me decide to stop reading. I'm not sure if I want to actually write about that or not, but I'm thinking about it.

I guess the series must be doing well, though. There are like ten books in the series? A lot of people must not give a shit about their authors being good at writing, which isn't shocking, but it is a bit sad for someone like me, who does.

I mean, just, like, hire a fucking proofreader. They're out there. They exist. Might even lead to enough additional copies of the books being sold to pay for the cost of it.

Okay. That's enough of everything for now.

[sweettsubaki]

Homura Arc (chapters 100-104) - How Ban's character highlighted Natori and Matoba's bond/Frienemieship/Whatever it is they have through cats

@joelleity here's the thing I was talking about

Heads up I haven't read the non translated chapter so this is only resting on the canon we have up to chap 108.

I've always considered NatsuYuu to be a cat people story in part because most characters have cat-like tendencies (especially if they're Ayakashi related, whether because they're Yokai or because they can see/feel them). This show is about the importance of interpersonal relationship and those are treated very much with a cat themed thesis of "even if it's just for a second and you find happiness with other people, it doesn't make its impact lesser than"...Also Natsume punching creatures bigger than he is and running away immediately is peak cat behavior u.u.

Generally speaking there are very few humans in this show who give the cat vibe as much as Matoba Seiji does.

However I didn't expect Midorikawa sensei to play with it this literally instead of just jokingly (if one day we get a chapter with any character, but especially Matoba being turned into a cat I'll die)...

More seriously though, the focus of this story is Maneki Neko exorcism tools and the fact that Ban wants to capture them for his Master who happen to be Matoba Seiji's Sister (whom I will call Lady Matoba from now on for practicality). Which actually give us these two as foils

through the Matoba siblings feud(?).

Surprising, I know. I actually don't know the point of this, I've mostly noticed a pattern and am trying to write my thoughts down.

First let's take a look at what we know of where Matoba Seiji and Natori Shuuchi are at, at the beginning of this story.

So far in the main story Matoba and Natori have been established as people who know each other through having clearly worked together before which brings some level of knowledge about each other that's common between colleagues and Natori is particularly distrustful of Matoba. They still both acknowledge the other's skills.

We've also got to know only a few chapters prior that they have known each other since high school and had moments which they remembered differently. Natori remembered not liking the loquat he tried meanwhile Matoba remembered being offered loquats only because he was with Natori and remembering the context as well as remembering Natori's experience too.

The flashback chapters, which we have had for longer, give a lot more depth to this. We know that Natori's distrust is caused both by Matoba's attitude toward casually using others (well, him specifically) AND because of Natori's family rejection because of who he is. Basically Natori has a huge inferiority complex and doesn't know how to have interpersonal relationships.

Meanwhile Matoba seeked him out regularly 'cause lonely teenage boy, and because he too sucks at interpersonal relationships, he tried to find a pragmatic reasoning for why he was there. Since he was basically raised to live, breathe and die for his clan his pragmatism is inherently linked to that. Whether he was trying to find use for his clan and took the opportunity to find a friend or he wanted a friend and took the opportunity to help his clan is left unsaid. Either way he tried to get both.

It generally seems mostly one sided in the fondness department. with the exception of that one time Natori woke up after being possessed, Matoba seems to be the only one trying to turn this into an actual friendship.

So on the one hand we've got Matoba seeking Natori out and trying to befriend him but unable to be vulnerable because that would make his clan vulnerable. Matoba even tried to get Natori to come to his clan so he'd get a talented exorcist and get an actual friend out of it (vulnerability would not be as much of a problem if it's from the inside. Granted I doubt he though that far ahead). Matoba who is used to being rejected and still tries. Though he stops trying to recruit Natori he still seeked him out. Until he stopped which we don't know a thing about.

On the other we've got Natori who doesn't want to be vulnerable out of fear of being rejected, who takes Matoba at face value and never really tries to see past the Clan Heir to who Matoba is because Matoba's front gives him an excuse to fear vulnerability.

The one time he tried, Matoba got cold feet because while hoping, he's never actually had anybody try to reciprocate a genuine interest in him as a person and didn't know how to react so he fell back on known mechanisms.

This is represented by their names. Matoba calling Natori by his first name and getting him to call him Seiji and them arriving at adulthood using their last names with a polite distance.

Neither was in a good enough place to actually manage to build strong foundations so there are foundations but they're kind of just...there waiting to be reinforced and built on.

So that's it for the run down.

But why does that matter ? Well this chapter nuances everything through more or less subtle additions which hasn't really happened yet in the main story, at least not on such a big scale.

Natori's familiarity with the Matobas

We start the arc with Natori recognizing an object belonging to someone we don't know. Just that they make him shudder. We learn at the very end that this is Lady Matoba. Which brings some behaviors to a different light.

For example when explaining who Ban is and what kind of person he is sevring, we get this:

Natori who generally acts very callously toward Matoba's feelings (not talking about politeness and rank here) is actually trying to assess Matoba. It could be for several reasons. Most likely it's because he knows it affected Matoba even if he probably doesn't know how much. Maybe he's trying to gauge how Matoba feels about it for curiosity's sake, maybe because he's worried Matoba will just be more dangerous than usual, maybe he's just worried because he does care even if just a bit. Maybe it's a bit of all those combined.

Before the reveal of Lady Matoba we just know that Natori knows who it is and that they're an enemy of the Matoba clan. However this means that he probably met her through Matoba himself. The way the conversation is frames generally make it seem like his knowledge is linked to Seiji but it is very subtle.

It also makes more sense than just meeting Ban and Lady Matoba through the colleagues excuse since he recognized a pot to be hers, as something she cares about very much. It's further proved when Natori talks with Matoba (all cozy looking) and describes the pot and later when Natori is left with Nyanko-sensei and explains how he knows Matoba because it's very clear for him that Natori and Matoba do know each other rather well despite not getting along.

It also brings an interesting point to his view of Matoba: He dislike his methods. It is a nice confirmation that Natori doesn't dislike Matoba himself and it explains why they are in this very gray area and don't fit the trope of Enemy to LoversFriends. Matoba is very much an antagonist and not a villain, and Natori sees it that way too.

Anyway I bring this up because Natori remembers he saw that pot back when he and Matoba were high schoolers which is the time period when they were the closest thing to being friends.

Natori Shuuichi's familiarity with Matoba Seiji

Chronologically we have Natori kidnapping Seiji from an important meeting.

Though I doubt it happened the way Natsume and Nyanko-sensei imagine it and Matoba was mostly just exaggerating because he's kind of a troll, it still says a lot that Natori doesn't negate his words, meaning that, while exaggerated, they're not lies. This means that Natori can get away with something that most people wouldn't be able to (even if partly because Matoba would never have refused anything to this context of a Matoba clan enemy, it still makes more sense if it is also linked to something more personal especially with Natori looking out for Matoba's reaction).

The point still remains that in an official setting where Matoba was clearly surrounded and not an easy prey, Natori managed to get in and out with the head of a clan without being stopped and was given the benefit of doubt that it was actually important. This implies a level of trust and respect from Matoba sure, but it also means that this is known by the people surrounding him. I don't doubt that Nanase knows seeing as how she treats Natori as more than a background character but I doubt she's the only one present there (and if the others didn't know before this, they definitely do now).

PS: I dare you to tell me Matoba doesn't look like a cat in Natsume and Nyanko-sensei's vision.

Speaking of cats, we're getting to the page where Matoba's love of cats gets shown:

Natori-san you have no right looking this soft for your antagonist.

PS: Taki and Matoba would probably get along in their love for cats.

Hmm anyway, we know from the special chapters that Natori was lucky enough to stumble onto Matoba hiding under a table and stealing sweets as well as just showing other childish behavior when they were teenagers and Matoba didn't yet have to put on a mask every second of every day because of his responsibilities. So it's not hard to believe that Natori would have stumbled upon Matoba geeking about cats. Depending on how far his denial of Matoba's humanity as an adult goes, this is could be him being glad that Matoba can still be like this as an adult even after he's continued on his path of apathy but it could just be a normal kind of fondness toward someone you care about. Or both.

The point is that Natori remembers this detail even years after.

Now we move on to Matoba getting lost in his quest of power to protect his clan.

Now one of the gimmick of this series is that Natsume is generally the one whose empathy reaches whoever is doing the wrong thing but when he can't directly, he does it inderectly through whoever he helped/inspired to get there and they're the ones linked to the antagonist. Usually it's Ayakashi but here it's about the most ayakashi-like humans we have in our main cast. Natsume has had enough an impact on Natori that Natori can now act and start doing something about his relationship with Matoba.

I find this interesting that this is where it stops. The next scene is officially about Natsume and Natori. Matoba isn't the type to let these kinds of actions slide but here he does. He takes a back seat. Partly because of Natsume reminding him he can't be so reckless about his own life if he wants to keep protecting his clan. It follows their parallel as people with a heavily loaded inheritance who can understand each other. Which Natori doesn't have, yet he's the one who saved Matoba and Natsume. Because he's starting to see past this concept of inheritance at the people concerned. And the following scene he shares with Natsume reinforces this (hence why it's officially about Natsume and Natori but officiously about Matoba and Natori).

He and Matoba are simply not in a place to make anything of it yet.

And Matoba was reached by both of them. Which is probably why he doesn't actually do anything. He seems to still be in a sort of daze and his eye just stays hidden.

That's how this chapter ends and the next one starts with them planning to destroy the weapon Matoba wanted.

Matoba still seems out of it and I find it interesting that Natori is still the one doing the talking. Normally it'd be Natsume's role. Yet Natori is the one using Matoba's pragmatism to stop him. He's direct but still pretty soft and genuine. Aside from the way his relationship with Natsume has evolved (and that's still a fairly recent development) and Takuma, Natori tends to either Sparkle or be pretty abrasive.

He's either growing enough that he can now be genuine with others when they had an almost emotional breakdown, or he's finally ready to see past Matoba's mask...Or both.

He also uses a different, more emotional this time, argument which is "saving the cats", to get him out of his funk. The clan was used to stop Matoba from going further into his obsession while the cats were used to get him to act.

Lady Matoba & Ban VS Matoba Seiji & ... Natori Shuuichi ?

On the one hand we have Ban who followed his master (Natori even called Ban her confident at one point) out of the Matoba clan to enter a different one together. Who wants to make her happy.

On the other we have Natori who refused to enter the Matoba clan to follow Seiji and generally dislikes being around Matoba and whatever his latest obsession is. Who tried to escape Matoba's "games" and considers himself neutral.

How could they be paralleled ? Wouldn't it make more sense fo it to be Natsume since he's the last one Matoba tried to recruit ?

Well no. Because Natsume parallels Matoba. Whereas, as far as we know, Ban does not parallel Lady Matoba.

In the scene before the last one, Natori explains why he started poking around in the first place.

Nyanko-sensei does point that Natori doesn't seem that neutral and seems to lean toward helping the Matoba clan rather than sheer neutrality. Neither of them is wrong.

I do believe that Natori is generally more neutral than most. Not that interested in politics. But that doesn't mean that he can't recognize the stability the Matoba clan brings when the world of exorcists has been so reduced and that an "anti" organization could make things more dangerous for them. It IS an unknown after all. So to him being neutral doesn't mean being completely inactive.

But there's also the fact that he does care about the Matoba clan head and has met his sister enough to consider her creepier. He just doesn't care about Matoba as the clan head (it's probably the opposite).

Actually in the next scene, when Matoba confronts Ban, he says "that person gave me an unecessary secretive report". And that's because he wasn't giving it as a report. He's not on Matoba's side in the Matoba vs others war.

This is because there is a difference between political and personal.

And I didn't notice it before I reread the arc for this meta, but right before this scene, Midorikawa-Sensei actually highlights this difference but through Natsume because neither Natori nor Matoba is ready yet.

Maybe Seiji will understand someday !

I actually find it funny that Natsume has a similar role in Matoba and Natori's relationship as Nyanko-Sensei has in his and Tanuma's (well his and everybody but especially Tanuma).

Anyway, this is how the arc ends:

Ban who followed Lady Matoba, who wants to make her happy and tried to get powerful exorcist tools, doesn't know she hates cats.

Meanwhile Natori who tried to put distance for years between him and Matoba, who doesn't trust him and only brought him in this case because it's linked to his sister so he'd be the best person to help despite how dangerous he might be...

That guy knew that Matoba Seiji loves cats

[superstition13]

So I have a University assignment due at midnight, which I have absolutely zero motivation to do, but it did inspire this little piece.

Distractions

//AKA Dabi Distracts You From Your Work 💙

Dabi x Female Reader (NSFW)

Genre: smut, porn with very little plot involved, fluff

Includes: biting, unprotected sex, hair pulling, cock warming, teasing, pet names, fingering, crying (pleasure), after care, Dabi’s piercings

You can’t tell me that Dabi isn’t the type of guy who would gladly use sex as a means of distracting you from your work

Especially if he feels as though you’re paying too much attention to it and not him

And if you’re a university student, he would definitely fuck your brains out instead of letting you finish an assignment that he knew you had due

Maybe you make the mistake of letting him sit in your desk chair while you sit on his lap, so at least you can be close to him

He’d start off with his chin resting on his shoulder and his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, but it wouldn’t take long for his hands to begin to wander

One hand would drift down to your inner thigh, and begin tracing feather light patterns along the exposed skin he found there with the tips of his fingers, teasingly close to where you really want him to touch you

Meanwhile, his other hand has slipped under your shirt and is now toying with your nipples

And while all this is going on, you’re still desperately trying your best to concentrate, but it’s becoming increasingly harder for you to focus on typing out an essay when your boyfriend’s hands are doing sinful things to your body

It’s when he starts trailing his lips along your neck, nipping, sucking, and leaving tiny bruises behind that you give in to his touches

Dabi’s hand leaves its place on your thigh and his thumb hooks around the waist band of the skimpy pair of gym shorts you’d decided to wear around the house that day

You raise your hips, just enough for him to slide them down to your knees, where they fall and drop to the floor

He pops open the button on his jeans, and you swear you can feel yourself getting just that little bit wetter at the loud sound his zipper makes in the otherwise quiet apartment

His hands go to your hips, and he lowers you onto his achingly hard cock

A small gasp escapes your lips, you’d been careful not to brush up against his dick while you were working, not wanting to encourage Dabi’s teasing

You’d known he was horny, obviously, but you hadn’t realised how hard he truly was

The two of you moan when he’s fully sheathed inside your heat

You expect him to start bouncing you up and down on his cock, but when he doesn’t you figure he wants you to be the one taking charge

Instead, his hands tighten around you warningly, and he keeps you seated firmly in his lap

“Don’t you have something to do, princess?”

“But I thought-”

“You thought wrong angel.”

You can practically hear the smirk in his voice, knowing full well that if you turn your head to look at him, you’ll see one on his face

“Consider this your punishment for ignoring me.”

Part of you can’t believe Dabi is making you finish your assignment instead of fucking you, especially when his cock is buried inside you

Another part of you can totally believe it, knowing all too well what a tease your boyfriend can be

He sits back and begins drawing lazy circles around your throbbing clit

Somehow, you manage to type out a paragraph, and you think that maybe you can do this

Until Dabi decides to flex beneath you, the seemingly innocent movement making his dick twitch inside of you, driving you crazy from the stimulation

You could have tears rolling down your cheeks as you beg him to bend you over your desk and just fuck you already

Instead, he’d have the audacity to coo softly in your ear:

“Come on baby girl, I thought you needed to concentrate?”

But the moment you finish that assignment and submit it to your Professor, he’s pulling out of you and standing up so fast that the chair he’d been sitting on falls over backwards

He quickly manages to get rid of the few articles of clothing the two of you have left between you

Before you know it, Dabi has you bent over the desk, one hand tangled in your hair and the other at your hip in a grip so tight that it's bound to leave bruises. He thrusts into you rapidly, setting a brutal pace. The sounds of skin on skin slapping together, and the obscene noise your cunt makes as he fucks into you fills the air of the studio apartment you share with him.

It takes an embarrassingly short amount of time for you to cum around Dabi’s cock, already pent up and overflowing from almost an hour's worth of Dabi teasing you. Your thighs are glistening as you let go, screaming his name so loudly that your neighbours are sure to file another noise complaint against the two of you come the evening. He releases his grip on your hair, trailing his fingers down your body until they rest between your thighs, and begin to draw circles around your clit once more. Gone are the slow, teasing touches from earlier his only focus is on making you scream out his name out for a second time before he cums. Dabi leans forward, his chest pressing flush against yours back, practically laying on top of you as he rails you without mercy. You realise that you can feel the cold metal of his nipple piercings pressing into your back, and the mental image it conjures makes you clench around him. Dabi lets out a soft groan, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Fuck sweetheart, you have no idea how good you feel wrapped around me,” he pants, his voice breathy as it caresses your neck. “So good and tight for me, fuck. Come again angel, one more time, I wanna hear you scream my name.”

“God Dabi, yes! Yes! Yes!” You whine, trailing off into a hiss at one particularly hard thrust. “Right there baby, I’m so close, fuck!”

Without missing a beat, he shifts himself slightly, angling his cock in a way that Dabi knew would have you seeing stars and hurtling over that precipice you were dangling from. You were convinced you could feel the tip of him pounding against your cervix, dragging deliciously against your walls in all his pierced glory as he brushed past that sweet spot hidden inside of you with each and every punishing thrust. This new angle, abusing your g-spot while his fingers danced over clit, your nipples being teased as they were dragged and pushed across the surface of your desk; All of it was proving to be too much for you. That coil deep inside of you winding tighter and tighter, rendering you all but incoherent. Your tipping point however, was when your boyfriend sunk his teeth into the junction of your shoulder and neck. It wasn't quite hard enough to break the skin, but you knew without a doubt that he would leave one hell of a mark. The pain from his teeth sends pleasure arcing through your body like waves of electricity, going straight to your pussy, causing that tightly wound coil to snap as you threw yourself from the edge you had been hanging onto for dear life.

"Fuck Dabi, I'm coming, FUCK!" You sobbed, cheeks feeling suspiciously wet. The way your pussy fluttered around him was exactly what Dabi needed to find his own release, his pace becoming more and more erratic as he continued to thrust into you, working you both through the shared orgasm. Your name left Dabi’s mouth in a loud moan that was practically pornographic. He came inside of you, painting your walls with his seed, your combined release already beginning to seep out of you from the sheer amount of cum he was pumping into your cunt.

Eventually, his thrusts come to a halt. Your face was pressed uncomfortably against your desk, and you were pretty sure there was a pen trapped beneath you, but at that moment you didn't quite have it in yourself to care. Your mind was pleasantly fogged over from the post orgasm haze, and had someone asked for your name in that given moment, it probably would have taken you a few minutes to recall.

The first thing you became aware of, was Dabi pressing a series of gentle kisses to your neck, paying particular attention to the large bite mark he had left in the heat of the moment. It throbbed slightly, but not unpleasantly so, soothed by the delicate pressure of his lips. Slowly, he pulled out, a small noise of displeasure escaping you at the sudden emptiness you felt with the absence of his cock. He pulled you up, and guided you gently over to the bed where the two of you collapsed together. His arms encircled your waist, gathering you up against his chest. Fingers began to play with your hair as your awareness slowly began to return, Dabi's lips now pressed gently to the top of your head.

"That was..." you trailed off, still slightly breathless.

"Yeah." He agreed, tracing patterns along your skin.

"I'm going to need a shower," you winced, feeling his cum already beginning to dry on you. You already dreaded the idea of getting up to leave the bed, knowing that by the time you did, your limbs would be feeling like jelly and there would surely be an ache settled between your thighs.

"Not yet," your boyfriend breathed. "I'll get up and get us a towel in a minute. Just, lie here with me for now, okay?"

"Okay," you murmured against him, not needing too much convincing.

"Maybe I should help you with your work more often, princess," he suggested, but was met with no reply. Dabi craned his neck to look down at you, only to realise that you had managed to fall asleep in his embrace.

Here’s that tag you asked for lovely, hope you enjoyed my first attempt at writing smut.

@simpforsadbois 💜

[89lana]

Daryl Dixon Fanfic 2.

After I received quite a lot of encouragement for my first fanfic here and the translation app also seems to work quite well, I'll

follow up with a second one right away.

Admittedly, I still have to deal with the technology. How to upload the stories here so that the whole text doesn't appear right away. But maybe one of you can help me with that.

Until then, happy reading.

Warning: 18+, Dom. detailed sex. Daryl Dixon x Fem.Reader

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Take your time

slowly and with relish licked his tongue over his lower lip and left a fleeting wet trace on it. How long has he been sitting here in this old red leather chair? was it minutes or hours. It felt like infinity and he wanted to savor every second of it.

The old bedroom was in full morning sun, giving him the opportunity to see every little corner, deepening what he so cherished in full clarity.

He knew, like everyone else in this goddamn world, that there was no eternity. Every second was valuable, and what seemed enduring could be lost forever tomorrow.

Relaxed and at peace, fully enjoying the moment, he leaned back in his chair. He wanted to burn every millimeter of this woman deep into his memories. The three moles under her left breast, the small scar on her left ankle, everything. But as relaxed as he was, the person across from him seemed tense. The naked woman's body trembled briefly under his gaze, which he slowly let slide over her body. " Relax yourself!" he urged YN encouragingly. But actually it amused him how her body reacts to his mere presence.

"How am I supposed to relax when you're licking your lips lazily with your tongue?" she whispered hoarsely. Oh, that tongue, Daryl's tongue, was a godsend.

Big and voluminous, wet and nimble, soft and tall. How she would like to feel this now. "Open your thighs, I want to see all of you!" his raspy voice snapped her out of her brief daydream. She hadn't liked noticing that she had started rubbing her thighs together. And as she slowly complied with this request, she already felt what he was about to see.

His eyes narrowed as they looked at her vulva and realized the auspicious glint that was a testament to her arousal, she was so beautiful. he shook his head imperceptibly how could she doubt herself so often, how could she not see how wonderful she was. How often had he asked himself at the beginning how such a wonderful woman as YN could be interested in a man like him.But the many days and the many nights they had spent together, the gestures, attentions and words that she sent him had healed some of his scars. He loved her, he adored her, he desired her Her nipples perky erected than Daryl's eyes wandered over her breasts.

Those wonderful big breasts. She tilted her head slightly and met him with a soft smile. "Please don't you ever want to touch me."

A small, inviting movement of his hand was enough to let her get up from the bed, on whose edge she had obediently persevered for the last few moments. Slowly she walked over to him and let her hips wander seductively from side to side.

When she was close enough to him, his hands grabbed her pelvis and pulled her towards him. Y.N's hands cupped Daryl's face gently and lovingly and stroked a strand of hair from his face. Her lips met his softly. She poured all her love into that kiss, which he gladly returned.

"Open my pants!" he whispered and she was only too happy to do so. She freed his manhood from his pants and cupped them carefully as she knelt in front of him. He opened his mouth but she cut him off." Daryl, I want, that you feel good. I just want you to enjoy today." Her long, narrow fingers gently played around his glans and elicited a deep sigh from him.

Slowly and always maintaining eye contact, she moved her head down. Licked his once with relish full length, from balls to tip, Daryl's right hand gently rested on her head, sucking it as she began alternately sucking his balls into her mouth and trying to get his penis as far into her mouth as possible . YN was careful not to let her speed increase in order to give him this pleasure for as long as possible.

He groaned happily. "You give me many new ideas..!" He whispered, "Not now, now I need more from you! Put it deeper in, I want to feel your throat!" But he was suddenly so hot that he didn't want to wait for her to follow.

Certainly his hand pushed her head steadily and deeper and deeper onto his cock until she began to choke the first. With one hand YN enclosed his still free shaft, which she didn't Got in the mouth and with the second one she massaged his balls. Darly's rhythm became faster and faster and his moaning louder. "Yes... like that. Grab it harder.!" She heard a twitch in his penis and knew he was almost ready

Daryl pulled her to him abruptly with his hand in her hair and kissed her passionately and roughly, while his free hand rubbed himself even more until he semen on her breasts spilled out. Panting, he broke away from her. "Would you also like to come to salvation?" he asked her with a dark grin and she nodded with her big doe eyes." Then lie down on your back on the floor and pull your legs apart at the ankles!". Without further ado she complied with his command. "You like to be my good girl! ” " Yes . always!"

"Well then......" Daryl let his left foot wander forward and placed it with the sole of the shoe directly on her middle. "Then bring yourself to the climax, I'm sure the rough sole will definitely feel good!" He grinned, making her swallow hard, "Go ahead, I have more in mind for today.......

[jeonfiles]

once more to see you | kth 01

pairing: taehyung x reader ft. seokjin

genre: angst, fluff, unrequited love

synopsis: taehyung is the complete opposite of you, and you're so in love with him. he's not interested in you at all, but he's willing to pretend so he won't be known for breaking the sweetest girl in school's heart. he knows you'll end up hurt either way.

warnings: taehyung is an idiot, a lot of pining, y/n is annoyingly dependent on validation, y/n does a lot of silent prayers, y/n is a track star, childhood bsf seokjin (cute), mentions of deceased family member

music for this chap: she had the world , carry me out

a/n: taehyung will disappoint u in the beginning but hes cute i promise

"I get why you like him Y/N," Sohee swallowed the rest of her sandwich before finishing her sentence, "He's so hot. People say he's interested in you too, y'know?"

Sohee visibly tried to get food out from the back of her mouth using her tongue, and it made you chuckle at the sight. "I don't think he does." You sighed, resting your chin in your palm.

You were both situated at the table in the inner corner of the cafeteria, with a full view of who walks in the door, and sometimes you swore you could see Sohee drool when attractive guys walked in that exact door.

"Hello, of course, he does! Even his friend Jimin told Kang Seulgi from Class 1, who told Go Euntaek in class 3, who eventually told his girlfriend Baek Ho-rang who ran to me to tell me the great news." Sohee gasped for air after rambling, and you rolled your eyes,

"Stories change when that many links contribute." You scoffed, sitting back in your chair and reaching for your juice box on the table, taking a huge slurp, which you knew would annoy Sohee.

"You don't believe me? Guess we gotta ask a link closer to the source then." Sohee stood up from her chair, and you looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Park Jimin, get your ass over here will ya?" She nearly shouted across the cafeteria, and now all looks were pointed at you two, and you felt the urge to just slip down the cracks of the floor tiles and hide there forever grow stronger for each nanosecond.

You sunk further down on your tacky, orange chair, but you could still see Jimin's black locks sway a little over the crowd as he walked over to the table you were sitting at.

"What's up sugar?" Jimin smirked at Sohee, and Sohee didn't even budge, and you had no idea how she did it. He was stupidly attractive and could make any girl drop her pants with a comment like that.

"Jimin my dearest, a little birdie told me that Taehyung likes my sweet Y/N, could you confirm?" She batted her long lashes and smiled prettily at Jimin.

He looked to the left, sucked his teeth, and said, "I can't, I'm sorry." You realized you had grown a little too hopeful, and your heart sunk quite a bit when he spoke.

"Does he think I'm pretty at least?" You spoke up, eyes shining when you looked up towards the standing Jimin, the harsh lights in the cafeteria reflecting in them.

"He hasn't mentioned you much, to be quite honest." He shrugged, walking back to his table, where Taehyung and the rest of his friends sat.

Your heart thumped when he met your eyes, and you looked away in panic. The rest of lunch was just Sohee apologizing and you avoiding eye contact with any of the students at the nearby tables.

Jimin mentioned you and Sohee's name several times, he was a loud speaker, and you were so scared of what he was saying you could probably die right then and there.

Saved by the bell, you picked up your stuff and got ready to start running to your classroom, praying you wouldn't meet any of Taehyung's friends, and especially not Taehyung as you ran Usain Bolt style.

You looked down while running, not thinking twice about leaving your best friend behind, you suddenly fell to the ground with a thud. This was surely not one of your glory days.

When you looked up, you wanted to cry. It was none other than Kim Taehyung, and he didn't look pleased. You gathered your things and muttered "Sorry." under your breath probably about 10 times, and he just watched, disappointingly.

"You're a klutz. Why were you running?" He spoke, and your knees turned into jelly when you tried to stand up, you nearly fell and dropped all your stuff again, but he caught you by the arm, straightening you up like it was nothing.

"Uh... Uhm... Err..." you mumbled, and he rolled his eyes, and not in a joking manner. "Fuck that, why are you going around telling people I like you?"

Your breath hitched, and he stared at you coldly. "I didn't! Gosh, my friend Sohee told me someone had told her that you liked me, and- uh... We asked Jimin, and-" He put his hand over your mouth, making you shut up.

"I don't want you two to go around making up baseless rumors about me, it's incredibly annoying for me to go around correcting people who assume shit just because your little friend speaks louder than a bunch of hyenas at a tea party." Taehyung nearly spat, and you took a step back.

You noticed that people were listening in, their stares burning holes in your back. He was livid, and you didn't understand why, you just smiled, praying to god that this would end soon.

"I just thought you liked me-" You began, and he interrupted you, "You thought I was gonna like someone like you? Get over yourself and enter the real world."

The hallway went silent, your lips trembled as hot tears raced down your face, and like the track star you were, you fled the scene and passed the finish line into the bathrooms.

You stayed till the school day ended, not knowing what was unraveling outside the four walls of the stall.

Sohee 💜: 01:12 pm

Y/N, where are you? i heard what happened :( i hate taehyung im gonna chop his sausage off

Sohee 💜: 01:38 pm

taehyung is fighting w doyoung because doyoung decided to defend you this is hilarious

but fr where are you

Sohee 💜: 01:57 pm

doyoung gave taehyung a black eye damn

doyo is on the verge of tears when taehyung said you liked him and not doyo

taehyung cant not have feelings for you like there must be smth deeper going on

Sohee 💜: 03:39 pm

class just ended i'll wait out back

Sohee always knew when to leave you alone, so she did, partially. You usually shut off your phone when you're upset, but she still sends you texts to update you whenever you turn it back on.

This time, it was quite dramatic, and you rushed out of the icky stall and ran (again) to reach Sohee to get the full story, and as you expected, it was interesting.

"Basically, Doyoung punched Taehyung and Taehyung was a little too OP, so he failed to initiate a fight, so it just turned into Taehyung being an ass to Doyoung for defending you." She shrugged, adjusting the straps of her leather backpack as you walked home.

"Taehyung's rep is so tainted right now, I don't know how he's gonna fix this my dear Y/N, so I guess he got his karma. He's an idiot and I'm glad other people are starting to see."

You nodded yes, pushing out a fake chuckle, while silently you prayed that everything would soon be back to normal and that Taehyung would forgive you for the mess you caused.

Being in love with Taehyung for a year had taken a toll on you, and your best friend since freshman year had noticed too. You were different.

You used to be so independent and optimistic, but now you would strive for validation, and you had turned into one of the most insecure people Sohee had ever met.

Sohee tried to pull you away from him, but to her demise, it only got worse when you tried to meet other guys. She figured that the only way for you to disconnect from him was if you had your go with him, or if he treated you like a complete idiot.

You waved goodbye to Sohee as you entered your house, kicking off your shoes and throwing yourself down on the couch. You wanted to scream, but you saw your brother's and another guy's shoes in your hallway, so you kept it inside.

After having watched an episode of Seinfeld, you could hear the floorboards creak, and your gaze found its way to the hallway, where your brother, Yoongi stood, peeking out from his door.

"Ah, Y/N, you're the one who's home?" He smiled brightly, eyes turning into small crescents, which made you awe at the sight.

"Yuppers." You said and sat back again, pressing play to start the next episode. "Who's your guest?" And as you uttered your last word, another head peeked out from the door, and you couldn't help but feel the happiness brew inside you.

It was Kim Seokjin in all his glory, and this time, he looked even hotter. It had been about two years since you last saw him because he moved to Germany to study medicine.

Seokjin had been your neighbor since you were born, and you pretty much grew up with two older brothers who always took care of you.

No one dared to mess with you, because Seokjin and Yoongi always got to them first. That way, you grew up without a care in the world, protected from all evil.

You had no idea when you fell in love with him. It was somewhere during puberty, where your interest in Brad Pitt and Kim Soohyun from Dream High had grown stronger.

You remember Seokjin was scouted for modeling, acting, and even idol groups all through your childhood. He did a few ads, photoshoots, a popular teenage drama called Double Trouble, and even managed to get his own Wikipedia page.

There was no doubt that Seokjin was an attractive man, and in the two years he had been gone, his face fat was completely gone, and he had defined cheekbones, a slimmer and tighter figure, and you thought he couldn't be any more perfect.

"None other than God himself," Seokjin said smugly, opening his arms to greet you with a hug, and you threw your blanket you were covered into the side as you bolted into Seokjin's arms, legs wrapped around his waist.

He slowly put you down so your feet touched the parquet, and you felt a kind of euphoria as he smiled at you again, the same smile he had flashed you as long as you could remember.

Everything about Seokjin had matured and changed, but his smile remained the same. "What are you doing back?" You sniffled, holding back the happy tears that were forming in your eyes.

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I love Germany, but it's a little bland. I miss ahjumnas complimenting me on the subway and the bomb ass food here in SK." Seokjin grinned as he wiped a tear that fell down your face.

Yoongi was leaning against the door frame, smiling at the grand reunion. You knew he liked seeing you two together, and you had a small suspicion about him shipping you guys.

"Please don't ever leave again." You gripped onto his shirt, digging your face down in his chest, and he said, "I swear to god if you're wearing makeup right now-"

You laughed as you pushed him away, placing your hands below your chin and batting your eyelashes dramatically, "I'm all-natural."

"Naturally pretty." Seokjin leaned forward and whispered in your ear, and your heart did a little somersault.

Seokjin's always been a charmer.

You woke up in your room, pink sheets draped over your half-naked body as tons of messages poured in on your phone, vibrating so much it nearly fell off the edge of your nightstand.

You grab it while rubbing your eyes, and you're shocked to see the messages that had exploded on your lock screen.

Unknown: 08:39 am

Hey, it's Kim Taehyung.

Look, I'm sorry for the shit I said to you and I would love to make it up to you in some kind of way.

Maybe I could take you out?

I get it if you don't want to, but I heard you were interested in me so...

What kinda food do you like? Activities, hobbies?

I really wanna make this right :)

You: 08:43 am

oh hey! I'd love to, you kinda owe me one. if it's your treat, I suppose we could get some sushi and boba...

btw I don't like u like that

Contact made, saved as "taehyung <3" at 08:44 am

taehyung <3: 08:47 am

Okay. Meet me at Nori Table at 6 pm. Don't make me wait.

Your heart was palpitating, and when you pressed your phone up to your chest, you could feel your body heat up from your scalp to your toes.

Maybe Kim Taehyung had no interest in you right now, but he sure would after tonight. You were gonna make him love you, soon enough,

Running to the shower a few hours of Seinfeld later, you scrubbed with all your might with your newest strawberry scrub, did your makeup, curled your hair, and sat down on the couch, outfit draped over the armrest of the chair.

It was an hour till you were leaving, so for the time being you sat with hair rollers in your hair, dressed in pink sweats. Seokjin and Yoongi had been awake all night, you had heard them laugh and play Mario Cart all night, it reminded you of old times.

Old times where you went to bed crying because Yoongi and Seokjin's bedtime was later than yours at sleepovers. Thinking back, your parents made a pretty rational decision, but you resented them for it.

When Seokjin left for school in Germany, during your Sophomore year you cried again. You thought it was so unfair that you had to be two years younger, why couldn't you come with him?

You were painfully in love with him, and you had been probably since you were. A few months after he moved, your feelings faded. You were love-free, only to fall stupidly in love again with Taehyung just a year later.

You were forced to snap out of your train of thought because you heard the floorboards creak again. When you looked over at the dark hallway, you saw a tired, yet familiar face smile at you.

Seokjin looked quite disoriented, hair ruffled and eyes puffy, yet he looked like a Greek god. Sculpted to perfection, he smiled at you like he did yesterday and all the times before.

"Morning." He grunted out, his morning voice prominent. You chuckled when you looked at the time, feeling kind of bad for Seokjin who had slept away the majority of his day, which you knew he didn't like.

"It's 5 pm, cutie. Mom said you guys could order takeout, cause she's working late." You stood up, and Seokjin gave you a good look up and down, and then diverted his gaze to the lavender ruffle skirt and white long-sleeve blouse you had neatly hung over the armchair.

"What's the occasion?" He nodded over at the clothes and then your hair rollers and full-face makeup-covered face. He threw a few walnuts from the little bowl on the coffee table into his mouth.

"It's none of your business, but I have a date tonight," you said smugly, and a walnut flew out of Seokjin's mouth in shock.

"A date? Like a real one?" He frantically asked, and you nodded as you walked away with your outfit in hand.

You came back out minutes later, and Seokjin had to hold his mouth shut so it wouldn't drop to the floor. You had matured so well, a white blouse adorning your waist, and the lavender skirt hugged your curves nicely.

You had decorated your neck and ears with golden jewelry, and you had a pair of Air forces dangling from your left hand. You were beautiful, hair let free from the hair rollers, curls swaying as you did a twirl.

"It's alright, I guess." He pretended not to care, and your proud grin morphed into a frown pretty quickly, and he noticed.

He stood up and walked towards you, standing very close. His tall figure was hovering over you. Seokjin leaned forward towards your ear, not whispering this time,

"You're gorgeous." He pushed your curls behind your shoulder, adjusting your golden necklace as he returned to Yoongi's bedroom.

You were screwed.

The time on your phone showed 6:06 pm. You recall him saying ‘don’t be late’. What a hypocrite. It had started to pour down, so you were squeezed up against the brick wall of the restaurant so the ledge above you would shield you from the rain.

You were shaking from the cold, legs exposed because of your skirt. Sighing deeply, you reached down into your purse to text Taehyung, but when you looked up, you saw him running over to you.

He was holding a bouquet of pink delphinium and peonies. You’d always been interested in flowers, and this small gesture made you all fuzzy inside.

“I apologize for my late arrival m’lady. The flower shop was about to close down for the day, and I had to beg the cashier to let me in, promising to buy a huge bouquet if she did.” He smiled as he stood in front of you.

“No worries sir, I haven’t been waiting for long.” You chuckled, as you accepted the bouquet. His eyes scanned every inch of your body, and he said, “You’re shivering. Let’s go inside.”

This was a side of Taehyung you had barely seen before, caring and warm. This was also the side of him that initially made you fall for him.

The memories of him reading stories for children at the hospital was heartwarming. Whenever you went to visit your brother, who has now passed, you would see him read stories for all the unlucky kids.

Your brother, who was only 7 years old talked about Taehyung like a superhero, and it seemed as if Taehyung’s stories were the highlight of his days at the hospital.

Daejung wasn’t a kid you would pity. In his last months in the hospital he never once cried. You believed that Taehyung was a big part of the reason.

That’s why you fell in love with him. He hadn’t been a superhero in the form of saving lives, but he definitely made a whole lot of sick kids happier.

How could you ever repay him?

Taehyung rested a hand on your shoulder and lead you inside the door, and there stood a beautiful tall woman, black hair to her waist, almond-shaped eyes, and full lips.

She was beautiful. You looked up to see Taehyung’s reaction, and he wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at you. His eyes met yours, and you could’ve sword the whole world stopped.

“Excuse me?” An unfamiliar voice spoke up, and it kicked you right back into reality. It was the pretty woman speaking, an even prettier voice to match her.

“Do you have a reservation?” She questioned, smiling so genuinely from ear to ear. “Yes. It’s on Kim.” Taehyung spoke so confidently.

“Ah, for two. I’ll be your server tonight.” She waved for you to follow her, and before she turned around, you saw her name tag.

Bae Eunmi. A pretty name for a pretty person. Of course, she had to be pretty. Your confidence sunk even lower, and your insecurities grew.

“I’m not interested in her, by the way. I’ve talked to her before. She’s all beauty and no brains. Not for me.” Taehyung whispered into your ear, possibly to reassure you.

You sat down at the table and ordered a huge plate of different types of sushi, maki, nigiri, uramaki, and even sashimi.

This restaurant was fancy, nearly too fancy for your liking. It was huge and flashy, and it made you doubt your outfit choice completely.

The restaurant fell silent since there weren’t many guests here this early. The silence wasn’t awkward between you guys. It was just, too silent, and you decided to break it.

“Do you still write stories?” Taehyung’s face froze. How did you know about the stories he wrote? Had you been stalking him? Was this when everyone would find out how weak he truly is?

“How did you find out... About them?” He asked hesitantly, fidgeting with a small woven basket with bread placed on your table.

“When sun and moon met, moon felt bad. When the moon was alone at night, he cried, because he wanted to shine just like the sun.” You quote his story word by word, it was your favorite paragraph.

He looked at you with a confused look and his eyes told you that he wondered why you knew the story so well.

Before he could speak up, you said, “My brother's name was Daejung. He looked up to you and constantly told me about how he wanted to be like you when he grew up.” You placed your hands on top of his over the table.

Taehyung was speechless. He sat there, body completely frozen as he processed what you just said. The little boy he had mourned for many months was the same flesh and blood as you.

“Daejung told me how he wanted me to marry you because he thought no one else deserved me.” Letting go of his hands, he continued sitting completely still.

First, he felt disappointed in himself. Disappointed of the way he had treated you, how sad Daejung would be if he knew.

Second, he could see him in your traits. Your button nose matched his completely, and your eyes sparkled just the way his eyes did.

Third, he realized he had to take care of you. Fall in love with you, for Daejung. Taehyung had promised the little boy to take care of his friends and family when he has at his worst.

His expression completely changed. It softened, and his eyes looked at you like you were godsent. He believed you were too. It was fate.

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: both non-sexual and sexual pet play, dom!jimin, sub!jk, sub!tae, handjob, yoongi and yn pretending like they don't wanna suck the souls out of each other, exhibitionism, voyeurism, mutual masturbation

A/N: welcome back to my best boys ;;;;-; this chapter is being cross-posted from ao3. in the future i'll try and upload in both places at the same time!

DAY TWENTY-THREE

It’s two blocks of pure ice that wake Taehyung up that Tuesday morning. Before he’s even really coherent, he’s hissing and tucking into a ball away from the cold.

“Puppy, shh, it’s just me.”

Even as those chilled items that Tae can tentatively identify as feet tuck between his bare legs, he goes lax and accepts the body that wraps around his curled back. “Minnie,” he mumbles, and it’s so quiet that the older boy probably doesn’t hear, but his grip tightens anyway. “‘What time ‘s it?”

“Early, I’m sorry.” Jimin’s voice, unlike his thawing toes, blows warm across the back of Taehyung’s neck. “Missed you.”

A sleepy smile of bliss crosses Taehyung’s face for exactly three seconds, at which point he recalls the fact that he didn’t go to sleep alone tonight. Shooting up so quickly that his shoulder catches Jimin’s chin, Taehyung peels his eyes open to see Jungkook, awkwardly hugging a pillow to his chest with his legs crossed.

He bites his lip, avoiding their gazes. “Sorry, I, uh, don’t mean to disturb.”

“Shoot.” Jimin rubs his face blearily. “I didn’t see you there, Jungkookie. I should go-”

“No, no, stay,” Taehyung begs hurriedly, launching himself back onto the mattress and wiggling himself back into the curve of Jimin’s front. “Jungkook, um, you can come cuddle too if you want. I like being middle spoon.”

The youngest gazes back and forth at them, never resting long enough for eye contact. His indecision is palpable, but there’s a pleased glimmer too. “Is that...okay with Jimin-hyung? I don’t wanna intrude.”

Jimin’s voice is soft, his eyes slipping closed as he eases his face into the crook of Taehyung’s neck, arms snaking around his torso. “You can be a part of us too, Jungkookie.”

The words are perhaps more intimate than Jimin even realises, and in the vulnerable setting of a bed in the early morning hours, Jungkook’s hard swallow is audible, before he slowly puts the pillow aside and tucks his feet under the covers, slipping down. It’s not until Taehyung’s arm is his headrest and the other one provides a comforting weight low on his hips that he speaks up again. “Do you… do you mean that just for now, or… Or for good?”

“What do you think, Minnie?” Taehyung’s fingertips trace lazily over the bare skin that’s exposed by Jungkook’s shirt riding up. “Can we keep him?”

Jimin hums in affirmation. He’s just about asleep again, but Taehyung can feel his pleased smile against his shoulder. “Of course we can, puppy.”

The repeated nickname causes Taehyung’s heart to twitch just as his dick does. It’s no less endearing and special, but Jungkook is still perfectly awake and right there, and it feels a little confronting.

But Jungkook just chuckles, twisting around in Taehyung’s slack embrace to face him, eyes bright. “If you’re a puppy, what am I?”

Taehyung’s careful not to jostle Jimin. He’s begun snoring, nothing more audible than regular snuffling, but still Tae doesn’t want to disturb that rest. “What do you mean, Jungkookie?”

He scrunches his nose, thinking away. “Well, there’s Minnie and there’s puppy. I want a cute nickname too if I’m gonna be - you know - with you guys.”

“Jungkook,” Taehyung begins haltingly, “Jimin calls me puppy because… God, it feels silly saying it out loud. He calls me puppy because sometimes when we’re together I go into puppyspace. You know; like petplay.”

“That’s not silly,” Jungkook says reflexively, even as his eyes widen and lips part. “What’s it like?”

“Puppyspace?” Taehyung asks. Jungkook nods eagerly, and the motion is transferred through Tae where they connect, making Jimin grunt and bury his nose deeper into the crook of his neck. “It’s so peaceful, Jungkookie. He takes care of me so I don’t have to think. I can nap and cuddle and play, without all of the stresses of life. It feels all warm and cosy, you know? I love it.”

Jungkook’s eyes sparkle in wonder, his fingers finding their way to Taehyung’s worn black sleepshirt, fiddling with the hem. “Can I try? How do you… how do you know if you can do it?”

Behind Taehyung, Jimin lets out a half-asleep groan, his nose pressing against the taller one’s back. “Of course you can try. Let’s just sleep for now, though? I’m sure Minnie can play with both of us later.”

It’s that promise that allows Jungkook to settle, nodding with a tentative hum and shifting down so that his head can rest in the crook of Taehyung’s neck. Taehyung falls back under like this, with a heartbeat thrumming against his back and soft, even breaths tickling his bared shoulder.

--

“Hobi?”

Hoseok pauses, frothed toothbrush clamped between his teeth. “Mmng?”

“I don’t-” you cut yourself off, clearing your throat to dislodge the thickness that distorts your voice. “Can we not tell them?”

He bends over to quickly spit out the majority of toothpaste, but when he stands upright to face you again there’s a smear on his chin. “Tell them what?”

You blink. “Last night. I just… I don’t want them to- to pity me or treat me like I’m glass or anything. I know it won’t happen again, it was just…” Shrugging hopelessly, you give up on trying to put words to it. “I don’t know.”

The dom remains silent for a few moments, lips pursed in thought. “The chicken must have been bad,” he concludes.

Bewildered, you cock your head to the side. “Huh? What chicken?”

“You and I went out for dinner at this fried chicken place, but when you got home last night it made you sick. That’s why you aren’t quite yourself today. I’ll get Yoongi-hyung to make some hangover soup.” His eyes are warm, pulling you into a comforting one-armed hug. “Just the chicken, that’s all. Yeah?”

You swallow down the swell of gratitude and instead bury yourself into his safe embrace. “Yeah. That’s all.”

To his credit, Yoongi doesn’t ask questions, pushing all his concern into his cooking. The doctor all but feeds you himself, hovering with a furrowed brow and a napkin. Strangely enough, his fussing goes a long way in cheering you up, and you let the events of yesterday wash away with the salty broth.

Hoseok hangs around for a while before going down to do some laundry, Namjoon briefly jumps in to steal a spoonful directly from the pan, eyes never leaving the novel he’s holding open with a single hand. Even Jungkook stumbles in blearily at one point, nose first, requesting an extra two bowls for Jimin and Taehyung as well.

You’re onto your second serving by the time it’s just Yoongi and you. He’s pulled up a chair beside you, cradling a coffee. “I got a text this morning, you know,” he begins gently. “I can ignore it if you’re not up to it.”

It takes you a moment to process his words, recalling Sejin’s instructions the day prior. “It’s your day, then?” He nods silently, scanning you for any reaction. You hum, spoon swirling lazily in the dregs of your breakfast. “I’m up to it,” you answer finally, “if you are.”

“Always,” Yoongi replies immediately, voice bared and soft. His hand passes over yours, squeezing briefly, before he stands up and clears the bowls from the table. “Aspirin is in the pantry if you need it, blue container.”

You give him your thanks, left alone as he disappears upstairs.

Grabbing a glass and pouring yourself some water, you track down the aspirin and take out two tablets, grimacing as the bitterness sticks to your tongue. While you may not actually be sick, a headache was beginning to bloom between your brows.

So much had happened in the past few days, you almost felt like you’d gotten whiplash. The early days of lounging around the house and chasing pleasure seemed so distant. Feelings tangled things up more each day, unraveling quicker than you can get a hold on them.

It wasn’t just you, either. You saw the way the guys looked at each other, how gentle they were, how thoughtful. It was in the little things. Jungkook’s laundry pile started featuring clothes from the other maknaes; Namjoon and Hoseok always sat so close together, even when there was room on the couch; Yoongi had started giving the others bigger portions when he cooked, even as his stayed the same. And Jin…

You startle when a door opens, glass almost slipping from your hands. It’s the unfilmed room across the stairs. You frown as a tall figure slips out, swamped in a massive pink hoodie that you’d never seen in the house before. A sleeve-covered hand reaches up to rub under the hood, dark hair poking out. Your breath catches. Jin…

He moves across the hall gingerly like his body aches, hand never leaving his face as he grumbles sleepily. For a split second, your mind entertains the thought of sprinting past before he sees you, avoiding the conflict that is no doubt upon you.

But only for a split second. Because the only thing worse than being confronted by him is not seeing him at all. You wait, instead, until he rolls his shoulders back, tipping his face to the ceiling to stretch out his spine. The hood falls back, exposing a serious case of bedhead, tired eyes, and sallow skin. But it’s Jin nonetheless, beautiful despite his apparent exhaustion, and your heart breaks again for being the one to cause this.

He notices you when his head comes back down from the stretch, and were you not in such despair you may have cracked a smile at the way he jumps. “Y/n…” he mumbles, voice barely audible.

Your mouth goes dry. Even if it wasn’t you don’t know what to say, simply bracing yourself for anger.

He doesn’t stiffen his features, however, simply watching you with melancholy eyes. “You look sad,” he says weakly.

Your heart is racing a hundred beats a second at just hearing him speak to you, and it takes you that much time just to process his words, eyes pricking sharply. “I am sad,” you reply honestly, blinking the wetness away. “You look tired,” you whisper in return.

His bottom lip trembles, before flattening tightly. Instead of responding verbally, he just nods.

The two of you sit in that silence for a while. Jin’s breathing is ragged, his eyes unfocused as they slip past you. You think you might be sick with the way your stomach flips.

Finally, you can’t stand the silence. “Are you still mad at-” you begin, but your words die in your throat as you’re enveloped tightly by him, clutching you so close that your chest constricts. The tensed breath you didn’t know you were holding rushes out of you with a sob, and your arms fly up to hug him back, just as tightly.

There’s nothing more than just a simple hug, but your heart is still full, almost overwhelmed by the cathartic relief of having him close to you again, his chin resting on the crown of your head, his hands rubbing circles on your back, the gentle sway as he rocks you in the hold.

It lasts for an eternity too short, and when he pulls away you feel untethered, already pining for that contact again.

His eyes are swimming, though you see the way he tightens his jaw to hold it back. “I’m devastated,” he admits, “but I miss you too much to ice you out like this. I need time but god, I don’t want space. Can you give me time?”

You’re nodding hastily, sniffing as your nose threatens to run. “Of course, Jin. I’ll be here. I… I think I-”

“Don’t-” he interrupts sharply, sucking in a shaky breath. “Don’t let now be the first time we say it. Later,” he promises.

We. Your skin breaks out in goosebumps, electricity thrumming along your nerves. You let that word settle you, repeating it in your head as Jin sends you a sad smile - but a smile nonetheless - and takes his leave, disappearing upstairs.

You decide to take a bath, in the end, letting yourself soak in the thought of “we” a little longer.

--

“So, what, we start barking? Chew on some sticks?”

Taehyung colours violently and Jimin sends Jungkook a sharp glare in rebuke. “Say less,” he scolds the youngest, before reaching up to run his fingers through Taehyung’s hair, breaking up the curls. “We just ease into it. Taehyung doesn’t use it for humiliation or anything like that, he just likes being taken care of. Isn’t that right, pup?”

Taehyung hums, eyes already fluttering as he leans his head into Jimin’s palm. The three of them had migrated onto Taehyung’s now-made bed after their breakfast after Jungkook once again mentioned wanting to try petplay.

Significantly larger than Jimin, Taehyung has to awkwardly shuffle down the mattress further to rest his head in Jimin’s lap, but Jungkook can immediately see the lines of stress that melt away once he does so. Jimin smooths his hand down to cup the younger’s chin, delicately stroking the soft flesh as if he were patting a sleepy dog.

“You’ll just watch for now,” Jimin instructs Jungkook without removing his gaze from Taehyung, “and if it feels right, you can join in. There are no expectations and no rules, only to respect the process and don’t disrupt Tae’s petspace. Got it?”

Jungkook swallows as Jimin chooses that point to lift his steeled gaze, brows high as he waits for Jungkook to agree. “Got it,” the youngest confirms. He gets comfy, tucking his feet under him and leaning up against the pillows.

“Such a lucky boy,” the dom begins with his voice like melted sugar. “Dogs aren’t meant to be up on the furniture. But you’ve been good lately, so I thought I’d treat you.”

Taehyung’s eyes flutter closed. He shuffles slightly, stretching one leg out until his ankle dangles off the edge of the mattress, but doesn’t audibly respond.

Jimin chuckles fondly through his nose, hand running down to rub up and down Taehyung’s clothed tummy, which is now facing upwards. “Oh, pup,” he coos, “you must be tired after the big walk. How about we rest for a bit, and we can play later?” Instead of waiting for a response, the dom just gasps like he’s forgotten something important. “Oh! Your collar! I must’ve taken it off when I took off the leash. Never mind; Jungkook, dear, could you get me the brush and collar out of the bedside table? Bottom drawer.”

It feels like the very particles in the air shift when Jungkook is ripped away from the observer role and into an active participant. He swallows away the dryness in his throat to little avail and nods, fumbling with the drawer handle and pulling out a barely-used hairbrush and velvet dog collar. “These?” he asks redundantly, nerves settling when Jimin gives him a pleased smile and holds out his hand.

“Alright, little puppy,” Jimin announces, his voice lilting easily back into the candyfloss tone that all owners used with their pets. “Let’s give you a brush before we put your collar back on. I don’t want your coat getting matted.”

Taehyung gives a small, throaty hum and lifts himself laboriously up onto his elbows, tipping his head up to his master. Jimin pats his cheek warmly and calls him a good boy, and Jungkook gets a front row seat to the beautiful sight of a sleepy, lusty Kim Taehyung going pink in the face, a shy smile twitching his lip.

‘Brushing his coat’ is just brushing his hair, but even Jungkook can see that the technique is slightly different. Jimin does it slowly, methodically, line by line from the front to the back, then reaching around to the nape of his neck to give it a good brushing there - Taehyung all but shivers at each swoop of the brush - even folding down each ear when he goes past. Watching it is nothing short of mesmerising, and Jungkook feels his spine tingle, wanting to feel it too.

Was it too soon to join? He could always ask for the brush later, he decided. Though even as he reached that conclusion, the thought was slipping out of his mind sand through fingers, hazier and hazier the more he listened to Jimin’s lull tone and watched his patient movements.

“There we go,” the dom whispers, passing the brush over one last time to settle all the curls in their rightful place, “much better now. Chin up, pup; time for your collar.”

Taehyung’s chin lifts the minutest of degrees. Jimin waits for a moment, but the brown-haired boy looks almost like he’s falling asleep on the spot, swaying slightly as his elbows prop him up.

“Silly me,” Jimin tuts with a smile, reaching out to manually adjust Taehyung how he wants him. “Doggies can’t understand human words, can they?” Like a proud parent, he turns to Jungkook, grin widening as he sees the state the boy is in. “I am trying to teach Tae-tae some commands. Sit, lie down, wait. Suck. He’s getting better.”

With that, the dom grabs the collar off the duvet and fiddles with the buckle, undoing it so that he can wrap it carefully around Taehyung’s neck. The process reminds Jungkook much of what happened when his parents put a collar on his childhood dog: slipping a finger under the material to test how snug it was, shifting it around until the small dangling pendant was to the front, giving it a little tug to ensure the buckle was on right.

At the gentle tug, Taehyung practically topples, going lax with his face down on Jimin’s thigh and snuggling down, breaths even. Jimin doesn’t comment on it, simply humming in acknowledgement and returning to softly stroking his back and shoulders. But he does glance over to Jungkook again, eyes glinting. “Do you wanna come a little closer, hm?”

At the invitation, Jungkook almost trips himself scooting over, wrapping his arms around one of Jimin’s and holding it to his chest. Seeing the tender moment shared between Taehyung and Jimin had made him feel positively touch-starved, desperate to feel some of that sweet attention.

Jimin’s eyes widen in bemusement before twisting his hand in Jungkook’s grip and giving his stomach a little scratch. “Goodness me, little energizer bunny, huh?”

Jungkook whines, recognising that higher-pitched voice. He was being talked to like a pet, and the thought made his insides hot. He presses his face against Jimin’s shoulder, feeling the heat on his skin there too.

“No need to get all shy on me now, bun,” Jimin teases. “I’ve already seen that little friend in your pants. Well, I suppose he’s not that little.”

Jungkook tightens his arms around Jimin’s one, wanting to rock his hips up to feel some friction. He just squirms instead, hoping his need is answered. “Jimin-hyung.”

Jimin sucks in a breath. “Can this bunny speak, hm?”

Jungkook blinks, the furnace inside him cooling for a moment. “Am I not… supposed to?”

“I’m not telling you off, I’m asking,” Jimin explains softly, cocking his head down at the potentially-sleeping Taehyung in his lap. “Tae-tae likes to be non-verbal. It’s just preference. Would you rather keep speaking?”

After a moment of thought, Jungkook nods, then props his chin up, sending Jimin his best puppy eyes. “Minnie, I need you,” he pleads in a small voice, writhing against him again.

Jungkook’s fingers curl when Jimin’s hand dips lower suddenly, grasping his length from over the fabric of his sleep shorts. The pleasure is like a bolt that shocks his whole body, and when Jimin strokes him once, the texture of the fabric increasing the friction, the guttural sound that falls from his lips is more animal than human.

Jimin just smiles placidly, patting the throbbing heat once. “Does it hurt, bun? Want me to make it go away?”

“Y-yeah.” Jungkook’s breath is shallow with excitement. This feels like new territory, relying fully on Jimin to relieve the ache, too helpless, too stupid to do anything about it himself, just a dumb bunny with a generous owner.

“You’re drooling, bun,” Jimin points out, voice raspy with arousal. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

Jungkook feels fingers at the elastic band of his shorts before Jimin withdraws. He whines, a pout threatening to form, but the dom just runs his fingers and palm over Jungkook’s mouth and chin. Then, when his hand delves in and grips Jungkook, he’s slick with Jungkook’s own drool, the slide wet and hot and electric.

He moans, but saliva won’t stop gathering in the hollows of his mouth. It’s like it’s impossible to close it at all, every firm, purposeful stroke making it harder to do that basic function.

“Noisy boy,” Jimin scolds, though there’s no venom to his tone. “You might wake the puppy up, bun.”

With a strangled groan, Jungkook’s head flops down, his teeth banging against Jimin’s shoulder. A thought floats across his dazed mind, of pressing his teeth into skin, lovebites to colour the bronze.

But his teeth don’t sink into flesh. Fabric fills his mouth. Jimin’s shirt. His teeth don’t stop, though. On the contrary, he chews on the cotton, letting it muffle the sounds he can’t help but make.

“Oh, good boy,” Jimin praises warmly, his hand speeding up mercilessly to pitch Jungkook over the edge. There’s no foreplay, no kisses or teasing touches. His hard cock is a problem that his master is kind enough to solve, that Minnie-hyung is making go away, and he won’t stop until his bunny has finally-

When Jungkook comes, his whole body feels it like an earthquake. Every muscle jerks, pulses so that his toes curl and his core trembles, the drool soaking the fabric of Jimin’s shirt now until he feels it run down his own neck, blubbering through the waves of it.

Jimin slows down after the first burst of cum, but doesn’t stop, only tightening his grip like he’s milking every last drop out.

Once the tides of pleasure have dipped back down again, Jungkook goes boneless, whimpering until the hand finally leaves his softening, oversensitive cock.

He’s panting, all of his body weight on Jimin to stay upright, and it takes a few moments for his senses to properly return to him, his heart still beating erratically in his chest. “Oh, fuck.”

Jimin giggles elfishly, before reaching up to tap on Jungkook’s bottom lip with wet fingers. “You made such a mess, little bunny. Clean it up, now.”

Jungkook welcomes the digits, blinking blearily as the bitter tang of his own cum fills his mouth. He sucks Jimin’s fingers clean two at a time, swirling his tongue between them dutifully. It isn’t until he’s done and Jimin is praising him that he restores enough energy to sit up again.

Across from him, Jimin peels the soaking wet sleeve of his shirt off his shoulder, laughing softly in good humour even as his brows furrow at the weird feeling. Before Jungkook can offer up an apology, Jimin is stripping it off entirely, chucking it away and rubbing at his now-bared chest. “Much better,” he muses to himself. After a moment of letting Jungkook clear his head, Jimin turns to him, his dry hand returning to lazily card through Taehyung’s curls. “How was it, Jungkook?”

“Uh,” Jungkook replies eloquently, feeling the way his cock still throbs every few seconds in aftershocks. “Uh.”

“That’s what I thought,” Jimin states proudly, before sending Jungkook a serious gaze. “We’ll talk later, yeah? When your dick isn’t hanging out.”

Jungkook flushes, scrambles to tuck himself away, and the movement jostles the bed enough that Taehyung groans, craning his neck up with bleary eyes and rumpled hair.

The two sitting on the bed go silent. Jimin cocks his head to the side and cups Taehyung’s cheek. “Were you- Tae-tae, did you just have a nap in the middle of the scene?”

Taehyung beams sleepily, eyes still lidded. “Mm.”

“Tae! Are you out of petspace now?”

“Think so.” With a dramatically loud cry, Taehyung reaches an arm up into a deep, arching stretch, rubbing at his eyes once he’s done. “Mm, yeah, definitely. My foot has kinda gone dead too.”

As Taehyung sits up to rub at his foot, pressing his thumbs into the muscle, Jimin’s shoulders sink with a deep pout. “Tae-tae,” he whines again, “you know I like playing with puppy.”

“Sorry,” Taehyung replies easily, though it doesn’t sound like he is in the slightest, “I guess I just wanted to destress more than anything. I didn’t sleep so well last night.”

Jimin’s face softens, his complaints dissolved at Taehyung’s words. Without a verbal reply, he just reaches out, hooks his finger on the neckline of Taehyung’s shirt, and pulls him in for a kiss, humming into it slightly.

The movements, the touches are so natural and intimate that Jungkook feels like he’s intruding. It only lasts a moment before they break apart to go shower, but it’s enough time to sear the sight behind Jungkook’s eyelids. Maybe he’d been allowed to join them in their scenes, even cuddle with them, but he wasn’t a part of that bond that tied Jimin and Taehyung so strongly together. The thought sinks in his stomach, and he decides to skip the shower, getting dressed instead for a long workout downstairs.

--

When you knock on his door, Yoongi is at his desk, a pair of black-framed reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He glances up, an eyebrow lifting in mild surprise.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You muffle a smile at his domestic getup - a grey t-shirt hangs off, far too big for him but outlining his chest and strong shoulders nonetheless, and his long black sweatpants all but cover his bare feet, toes tapping the carpet unconsciously as he waits for your reply. “I’ve been informed that today is your day.”

“Ah, checking in to the Fuck Hotel, I see,” he quips casually, slipping his glasses of and shutting the lid of the laptop he was working on. “We do have one vacancy.”

“Is that so?” you say, unable to stop your grin as he stands up from his office chair and rolls his head back like an athlete warming up.

“Comes with a continental breakfast,” he assures, before ducking his head with a sheepish chuckle. “God, hyung is becoming a bad influence on my sense of humour.” With slightly pink cheeks, he stretches out a hand towards you, before jerking it back and freezing, fingers curled and tensed. “Wait. Shit.”

You frown, glancing down at yourself, but nothing seems out of the ordinary. “What is it?”

“Hm. I just remembered my prompt, is all.” He takes a step back with a thoughtful furrow of his brows, clenching his hands into fists and putting them behind himself. “Dammit, I was meant to think of a game plan but I got distracted sorting out- uh- client emails.”

“Was this a bad time?” you ask with a light laugh, even as you cast a guilty glance towards the laptop. A month in and he was still doing work?

“No! No, it’s fine, it’s just…” Wincing, Yoongi scratches at the back of his neck and takes another step back, gesturing down at himself, and at the messy work desk. “I’m not in sexy mode yet. I look like a stay-at-home dad trying to work out how to order groceries online while my toddler is finally having her 2pm nap.”

You pause before an incredulous laugh bubbles out of your throat. “Okay, first of all, I think stay-at-home dads are very sexy, and I happen to think that you are very sexy. Secondly, ‘her?’ Why was that whole analogy so specific?”

Yoongi huffs defensively, petulantly throwing himself down to sit on the bed with his legs splayed wide. “I used to have a life plan, okay? But that’s not relevant now. The point is, I haven’t worked out how to do a good scene. I don’t want to it to be disappointing. Or, god forbid, boring.”

Your frown just deepens. “It doesn’t need to be an elaborate setup, Yoongi. Just fuck me. Touch me, at least. I can’t believe we’re still both wearing all our clothes when I’ve been very explicit about my intentions.”

You don’t miss the wince that flutters across his face. “That’s kinda the issue. Touching you, I mean.”

“You don’t wanna touch me?”

“I-” Yoongi all but stomps his foot, teeth clenching in frustration. “Of course I fucking want to, but I have to stick to my prompt, Y/n.”

Your mouth drops open. “So your prompt is that we can’t even touch each other? Doesn’t exactly sound very appealing for a porn show.”

He clicks his tongue. “You can still touch me,” he corrects with a dry gaze.

Unconvinced, you narrow your eyes. “Isn’t that convenient?” you question rhetorically. “Gonna make me do all the work this week because you haven’t organised it in your planner yet, Doctor Min?”

He glares at your teasing tone. “Excuse me for trying to play the game properly.” You swallow as his eyes run down your body heavily, pink tongue darting out to wet his lips. “If I could touch you, trust me, I’d have you dripping by now.”

Your thighs tighten, but you force them not to move. The last thing you want him to know is that you’re just about dripping already. “Sounds to me like you’re just lazy.” He doesn’t react, watching you make up your mind. You suck in a breath to hype yourself. “If I walk away right now, you’ll get nothing. Not only will you lose your prompt, but you’ll be stuck with blue balls. But if you give in and fuck me already, then you’ll only lose the prompt.”

“Who says I’ll even have blue balls? I’m perfectly comfortable,” he fires back immediately, tipping his head to the side cockily.

“Oh, please,” you drawl, letting your eyes fall to the sizeable bulge beneath his sweatpants, “you aren’t that big soft. Don’t kid yourself. So do you wanna get off, or not?”

His gaze hardens to stone, jaw flexing. “I’m surprised you think I need you for that. Aside from the fact that there are six other people in this house, I brought a fleshlight from home for a reason.”

Now that is something you hadn’t expected him to say. You freeze from your spot in the doorway, feeling heat pulse between your legs. Your spark of resistance is quickly fading, overtaken by need, so you don’t hesitate in firing back while you can. “If you think your fleshlight is better than me, then that’s your loss. Enjoy the bunkbeds; I’m off to do what you’re too cowardly to.”

“Have fun, sweetheart,” he snips, one of his hands sneaking under his shirt to rub his lower abdomen, fingers slipping below the hem of his sweats. “Shut the door on your way out.”

Feeling like you’ve lost the argument (and a little too horny to care) you have your final say by slamming it, thumping your feet with every step down the hall to your room.

Once inside, it takes mere seconds to throw yourself onto your bed back-first and shove your hand down your pants. But then, before you even dip into your wetness, a thought strikes you.

Pulling your hand out and making your way to your desk, you use your other hand to clumsily type in your password, and open a browser. It doesn’t take long to navigate to the page with all the paid streams for your own show, and with a slight flush you select Yoongi’s bedroom, impatiently punching in your credit card details.

After an agonising wait, the payment is processed and you’re brought to a private livestreaming site, a single window open in front of you.

The angle itself is strange, making Yoongi’s room look larger than it was, but you’re surprised at just how high quality the video and sound is once you bring it to full screen and slip your headphones in your ears. Yoongi is hunched over his nightstand, and you can actually hear the wooden slide faintly in the background as he opens and closes a drawer, returning to his office chair with a seemingly-transparent fleshlight and a bottle of lube.

Something about watching him through a camera in the corner of his room feels so wrong, especially as he palms impatiently at the tent in his pants, uncapping the lube and pouring a generous amount into the opening of the toy. You’d never been much of a voyeur - or, at least, so you thought - but you couldn’t take your eyes off him, blinding slipping your hands down your pants but over your underwear, simply pressing down on your clit to ease some of the crying need.

Oddly, the lube pours down and begins to drip out the other side, creating a dark patch on his clothed thigh. The audio picks up Yoongi cursing, and there’s no further preamble before he’s using one hand to hook down his sweatpants and kick them off to pool on the floor. The motion causes his cock to jerk up onto his stomach, leaving a smear of precum on his grey shirt, visible only by a few pixels of darker grey.

He scoots a little down the seat of the chair and hitches a leg up over one of the arms, eyes slipping closed as the hand not holding the dripping fleshlight grips his own cock, thumb pressing at the head.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans lowly, the sound running through your headphones and straight down between your legs. His brows are furrowed like it’s almost paining him, but he hovers the opening of the fleshlight over his tip as if he’s trying to hold back.

Slowly, he lowers the toy down one inch at a time, until the lube is drooling over his cock. Finally, the transparent toy slips down over his cock and his hips jump off the chair, his knuckles white on the arm of the chair and the fleshlight as he growls and lifts it back off again.

The sight of him intentionally teasing himself is too erotic for you to stay unmoving, and you find yourself burning up, losing the headphones for a moment to shuffle out of your own clothes. You hurry as much as you can, grimacing at your sopping panties, but by the time you’re back in your chair with nothing but a bra and tuning back into the stream, Yoongi’s not even focused on his toy anymore.

It sits propped up on his thigh, with two of his fingers lazily, almost absentmindedly thrusting deeply inside of it to keep it steady as the rest of him swivels in his chair to open his laptop again.

You frown and squint at the tiny screen on the stream. Rows of fuzzy squares stack up, and while you can’t be certain the phallic shapes of some of the miniscule images inside them make you think he was on a sex toy website.

He quickly opens a new tab, however, and your heart begins to beat nervously as a familiar page comes up. One you’d been on just earlier.

With bated breath you wait, hands grasping at the meat of your thighs and clothed breast to hold off on touching between your legs just yet. Yoongi navigates the Bangasm page, going through the same payment process you did.

It isn’t until you’re met with a miniature version of your own room on his screen that you realise what’s happened. And it’s when Yoongi squints and leans in closer, before turning to face the camera directly with a bewildered look, that you know you’ve been caught.

Frozen, you watch the on-screen, Yoongi look back and forth twice, before slowly scooting his chair back on an angle to the table, so that the laptop is in eyeshot even as his body is facing the camera fully.

Your mouth is dry, but the fleshlight he picks up again is wet, so wet that his fingers glisten, almost slipping off the toy entirely. He holds it tightly, transferring it to his dominant hand and teasing the top over his tip, biting hard on his lip.

The squeeze you have on your thigh is almost painful as your core burns, but you’re too stunned still to move, watching him dance the opening of the fleshlight over his cock, never dipping it inside.

With a twitching grin and lusty eyes, he glances towards the laptop. Your whole body feels hot as you glance over your shoulder to the camera in your room, before looking back at the screen. He’s not moving, chest visibly heaving even as he stares patiently at the computer screen.

He’s… waiting for you.

With one strangled breath, you tilt your chair away from the desk, adjusting your own laptop in a similar setup to him. Eyes locked on the stream, terrified you’ll miss a single moment of him indulging himself, you let your fingers uncurl from your inner thigh and trail them down, wasting no time in automatically locating your clit, massaging around the small bud.

Pleasure flows through you like hot water, down to your toes. After holding out for so long, after being so aroused for so long, the simplest touch has your knees weak and your head lolled back against the headrest.

On screen, Yoongi’s grin widens, and he rewards you by lowering the fleshlight, the clear silicone making way for the tip of his cock. He doesn’t stop there like last time, though; instead, he slowly but surely plunges it all the way down until it’s flush with his pelvis. Your eyes fly open when the flushed head pops out the other side, and Yoongi clearly enjoys it too judging by the way he curses and grips it tight, practically panting.

Without really intending, your fingers dip down and slip inside, two already. You barely feel a stretch with how wet you are. Although the feeling of something inside you is nice, you know your fingers just aren’t enough, especially with the angle of you slumped back in your chair.

So, you chance one look back at the screen - Yoongi is using the tip of one finger to spread his precum around the glossed tip of his cock, but his eyes are firmly locked onto you - and walk on shaky legs to your closet, where an unassuming (and so far unused) black silk bag lies amongst your shoes.

The amount of time it takes for you to duck into the bathroom and quickly wash the silicone vibrator you have with soapy water feels like an eternity, and by the time you hurry back it isn’t the toy that’s vibrating.

Frowning, you hesitantly answer the call that’s coming through on your phone from a familiar contact.

Yoongi’s voice immediately fills the room as the pixelated version on the screen rests his phone on the side of his desk, not jerking but twisting the fleshlight in slow arcs around his cock. “Couldn’t get enough of me, hm?”

“Says the one calling me,” you offer back lightly, switching onto speaker mode so that you can settle back in your chair, “enjoying the view?”

“A little too uneventful for me yet, sweetheart,” he teases, and his breathy groan is timed with the Yoongi on the stream lifting the fleshlight up a little and plunging it down again. “How about you put that toy in your pretty little pussy for me. For us.”

You feel your core pulse at the reminder that it wasn’t just Yoongi on the stream. Any number of anonymous strangers could be tuned in right now, seeing you with your legs spread.

The only way to cope is to lean into it instead of shying away. You slide the black silicone toy through your folds to slick it up, sighing with every light pass over your clit. Once it’s as wet as you are, you press the slightly bulbous tip down until it slips inside you, immediately shivering at the feeling.

The toy is small enough that you don’t need any special prep, yet big enough that it was satisfying, and curved just right. It had been your old reliable long before coming on the show, and there’s something strangely familiar and comforting about feeling it fill you out as you push it in deeper.

“Fuck, there we go,” Yoongi praises, and you hear the wet smacking noise of him snapping his hips up into the toy. “I may not be able to touch you, but you’ll still call my name when you cum for me.”

Your toes curl, and you’re no longer able to focus on the stream, letting your eyes fall shut and your ears tune in to his voice alone as you work the toy in and out of you.

He doesn’t waste any time in joining you, and the resulting sounds that fill your room are obscene, him making no effort to muffle the gravelled curses and moans, nor the wet thwack of silicone that gives away his movements.

The noise is somehow even more thrilling than the sight, and the feeling of his eyes on you encourages you to speed your hand up, even reaching down to desperately rub at your clit with the flat of your fingers, shivering at the wave of pleasure that wracks through your body.

It’s not long before you hear Yoongi’s voice turn guttural and the pace of the flesh light pick up frantically.

You wrench your eyes open and gaze blearily at the computer screen just in time to watch the stream of white that spills up through the back end of the fleshlight and over Yoongi’s knuckles. As hot as the image is, you whine at being made to watch this through the pixels instead of in real life, and the thought of being right fucking across from him as he fell apart is enough to make you seize up in your chair, orgasm draining you thoroughly, with not enough force to squirt but dripping on the seat nonetheless.

You take the toy out once pleasure turns to the sharp tweak of oversensitivity and pant, fighting to catch your breath as your feet feel positively numb.

Coming down from your high, you almost forget the running phone call until you hear his voice come through the speaker again. “Have a shower and then come back down to my room. You’re sleeping with me tonight.”

The beeping tone leaves you alone in your room, and you loll your head back over the edge of the chair with an exhausted moan, not without a grin playing on your lips. You wouldn’t protest to that.

[tamakiuwwdweeb]

Confessions and comfort ~ Tamaki ☁️/🌺

TW; feelings of worthlessness, rumor spreading. ~ happy ending though

You had been friends with tamaki since your first year at UA somehow managing to break into the anxiety ridden boys small bubble of friends. No matter what you always had each other's back, telling people to 'royally fuck off' wasn't an issue for you, it was actually a rather enjoyable time when you got to give them a piece of your mind.  But today wasn't your best, you'd woken up feeling like the world was on your shoulders. You had a few small break downs at your apartment, something that was common since you were so use to keep things inside all day, but these weren't the normal break downs. All of the thoughts and feelings that you had always harbored seem to surface, letting everything out into the ocean of feelings you were expressing now on the bathroom floor.

Getting up and putting the usual UA attire on, you left to walk to school. Normally you'd wait for the group to come to the corner stop sign, but today the thought of being alone was too alluring. Walking by you didn't even bother to let anyone know, 'they won't care anyways...' thoughts of self doubt came surfacing making your chest tighten. 'If only he cared for me like I care for him...' the voice in your head kept repeating, the him being the anxious best friend of yours, Tamaki. Ever since meeting him the boys timid actions made your heart flutter, even the pink hue that would appear oh so often on his face made your stomach do flips. But knowing that he'd never like someone like yourself, you pushed the thoughts of affection with him away to the darkest part of the brain.

Making it to class, you slumped down into the desk sighing, girls and boys pointing and whisper at you. 'The fuck is their problem.' You thought glaring at them with a deathly side eye. Though most were threatened by your look, one wasn't so they approached with attitude.

"So y/n, rumor has it that you've been sucking it up to the teacher since you're the only one that got a 100% on the exam. I always knew you were a little slut. Disgusting people like you should and could never be hero's." She walked away with a smirk.

Normally you'd have an answer, but not today. You just starred at the fists you were maki my in front on the desk. Saying nothing, you got up and excused yourself. You picked up your belongings and told the teacher that you had to go since you didn't feel well which he fully accepted. You walked fast through the halls, tears were threatening to spill again as your chest became increasingly tighter, the feeling of being strangled was an understatement.

As you were so focused on leaving and not letting anyone see you in such a way, you failed to notice the group of your friends standing off to the side with Tamaki looking for you as Mirio talked away. But lucky for him he saw you just before you left through the doors. The sight worried him as he knew you'd never just up and leave when the day hasn't even started. So he told Mirio quickly and that he was going to go see what was the matter.

"I'll let you go, I'm sure she'd prefer if it was just one person, specifically you~" Mirio knew about how much you like tamaki, but the thing was that he also knew how much tamaki liked you.

The boy couldn't reply for two reasons as he left through the doors without a word, he was worried and was also way too embarrassed by what his friend said to reply.

His chest tightened and began to beat faster as he couldn't find you, as though you'd just vanished. But really you were around, it was just where. Your quirks chameleon, you have all the ability's of a chameleon, camouflage, ability to climb and move on objects without loosing gripping easily, you had a tail that you could hang with but usually was never on show since you could retract it upwards into your spine, another being your tongue was able to be extended to stick to things and drag them towards you, and the eyesight allows for the ability to view unseeable to the normal eye ultraviolet lights. So right now his worry of you using the camouflage so not be seen made his heart ache that you'd hide from him.

"Y-y/n? Are you there?" He stuttered out, quiet enough to not make others look but loud enough that you'd hopefully hear, which you did.

"Tamaki? W-hat are you doing, class is about to start." You asked while staying camouflaged.

"Ah!" The sound of your voice without seeing you startled him. "I-I seen you leaving, I was... worried about you..." he muttered the last part quietly.

"You were worried about... me?" Hearing that last part caught you by surprise, the butterflies resurfaced in your stomach.

"Yeah... I thought you were upset or hurt even." He said calmly but quietly so he wouldn't become a stuttering mess.

"Oh, no it's okay, I'm fine so please don't worry tami!" Thankful for her quirk right now she looked down which made him notice a slight movement at the base of a near tree, he seen you. But what he didn't see was that tears were pouring endlessly down your face, your voice sounded so normal that not even he could tell, you were use to faking the happiness a lot since you'd use your quirk to hide away a lot when you were upset, naturally learning to fake the all good sounding voice became easy.

"Are you sure? Why are you using your quirk still then y/n? You know you can trust me with anything and I'll be there for you." He sat next to her as they faced away from the school.

"Ha, you found me huh? Need to work on being still it seems..." you laughed out weakly as your voice broke slightly, thoughts of how useless your quirk and you were started to come up now.

"Y/n... please, don't hide from me when you're upset about something... anything..." he managed to speak though his voice broke a little saying that, he was hurting for you, his best friend, his secret crush, the one he had loved for so long without saying anything about it.

You looked to the side to see him looking down at his knees that were pulled to his chest, his arms wrapped around them.

You didn't know what to say, you wanted to tell him your feelings but you knew if he didn't feel the same that you wouldn't be able to take anymore hurt. So instead of saying anything, you softly placed your head on on his shoulder, deactivating the camouflage. Though the boy felt his face heat up at the action, he quickly recovered himself when he looked towards your teary eyes. His heart just sank at the empty look on your face.

"Do you ever just want to feel nothing? Like as if there's no point but pain and suffering having emotions?" You breath and exhale full of defeat.

"Yeah... But then there's this person I think of. Everytime I think of them I-I... I feel safe I guess... loved even... but I doubt they'd ever  feel the same way so it's a cycle I go through a lot..." he bla

"You know... I envy that person... to have such an amazing guy be so in love with them... You should tell them, I bet they'd feel the same, and if they don't I'll beat them." You laughed sadly into his arm as you turned you face to burry into it.

"You might have a problem beating them up though..." he mumbled quietly again.

"Hm? Why's that?" She smiled weakly against his arm still.

"Well..." carefully he placed his hand on top of your head and looked down at you buried into his arm. "I think I may be hard to beat up yourself..." he mustered enough courage finally to tell you.

"Ha, bet I cou- wait... you like me?" Suddenly you looked up to see him a blushing mess.

"I-I y-yeah... I-it's okay I-if you d-don't like me b-back..." he looked away sadly as he stammered on.

"Tamaki... Please tell me your not just saying that to make me feel better." You pleaded as you moved to put your hands on his cheeks.

"W-hat? Of course I'm b-being honest... I'd never lie to you y/n..." he looked away again, pulling gently from her hands.

"Tami... I... I can't believe you actually like me back..." she plopped down on her but as he knees bent out to the sides.

"Back? You mean y-you like me?!" The boy was now beyond red as he stared at his crush  who sat next to him with a now tearless face.

"Wha- are you kidding me? I've liked you since the day I met you! I've had the biggest crush on you but I didn't think you felt the same way so I pushed my feeling aside..." you looked to him with your head tilted as you smiled softly but weak at the same time, your emotions still threatened to spill out.

"Oh god... I think I'm going to have a heart attack..." he threw his head back has he smiled slightly clenching his heart.

"Nono! Cant have a heart attack right after we finally confess!" You teased as you went back to sitting next to him, but only now you sat closer than before, hooking you hand around his arm.

If you had looked up at that moment you would've been met with him starring lovingly at the small gesture. He said liked but really he wanted to scream love, he really loved you rather than liked but didn't want to overwhelm you.

"You make me feel safe too... and loved..." you confessed nuzzling into his arm. "God I love you, like doesn't really measure up to it to be completely honest..."

"S-same! I wanted to say I love you but felt I was maybe overwhelming you... I love you y/n, I've loved you since the day you wouldn't leave me alone the first day, when you refused to leave my side even when I was too shy to talk back, when you'd stick up for me when I didn't have the words to answer people back. I love everything you do and have ever done. In my eyes you are the definition of perfection y/n... I love the way you care so much for people, the way you care for me... and one of my favorite things that you do is when you beg or get angry at people, your irises just seem to go so big, just like a puppy when they're asking for something or wanting. Everything you do is just so... cute" he rambled without stuttering, truth being that he forgot he was even talking at that point, he was just speaking aloud what was going through his mind.

"Tamaki... That's- that's those are the  sweetest things anyone has ever said about me... I never knew you felt that way for someone like me. And you remember when we first met too? I thought you maybe forgotten about it since I'm not really important..." the emotions of worthlessness now made its appearance.

'He should be with someone strong, with a real hero's quirk.' Thoughts slammed through you like a bullet train.

"Y/n? Did you say you're not really important? Listen to me." He gently cupped your face and made you look at him in the eyes, seeing you so broken made him want to cry and kiss you till you felt better. "You mean everything to me y/n, before and after knowing our feelings are mutual. You've been the only one able to understand me without words being said, I mean even now I know I'm not the best, but for you I'm trying, I want to be there for you every second of the day, I want to show you how much you mean to me, how much I love and adore you. I can't really say how much I love you, since I'm not that good with words again like I said, but I would like to be able to prove it... can I kiss you? I-if that's o-okay with y-you?" He suddenly blushed deeply but not letting go of your gently cupped face. The sweetness of him asking made you swoon under his touch.

"I would love that but... don't you want someone... stronger?" You're eyebrows scrunched together trying to hold back more tears that threatened to keep spilling.

But without a reply, the feeling of his lips being pressed into yours made you gasp, it was a hard kiss, but it was a... confident one? It hit you like a brick wall, he was trying to prove how much he loved you by being confident. Once you realized what was happening you began to sink into his touch, one hand remaining on your face, as the other snaked behind your back to pull you into his embrace and onto his lap. His new found confidence made your heart flutter once again.

"I don't care what I have to do to prove to you this. I am madly, and deeply in love with every part of you..." he pulled away from the kiss to say, then returned to place another gentle one on your lips again. "Everything." He kisses you again before pulling back to see you smiling up at him, resting his forehead on yours.

"I will be here for you through the worst days and the best. No matter what you can come to me, okay? I was so worried earlier when you weren't at the stop sign, well I guess we all were but still... I wanted to cry when I though of you being hurt or lost..." he nuzzled his face into your neck.

"Aw, I'm sorry... I didn't think anyone would care, but I know now that I was being stupid... I won't do it again, I promise. I love you..." you say as you nuzzle into the side of his head.

"You're not stupid for feeling emotions y/n." He looked up and kissed you softly. "Emotions are what makes good hero's... and just because the feelings aren't true doesn't make them any less valid. You just need to have someone to remind you that it's not true, that someone cares and loves you... and now I can be there for that... I hope you will at least..." he nuzzles again into her neck and they sat there, you on his lap as his arms wrapped you tightly to hold you in place. He didn't ever want to let you go, for once he didn't have the anxiety he usually had, he was completely at ease with you.

"I trust you tami, I'll tell you when somethings wrong next time. Promises are promises. And you better tell me too if you feel down about something." You say wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Deal." He smiled as you kissed him.

"I love you, tamaki."

"I love you too, y/n"

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Hi! So of course characters rights are to MHA, if you have inspiration from any of my stories you’re welcome to write your own short/normal stories, just please give credit where it’s due! Copyrights of story line is my own, so again if you create something from inspiration this posts gives, just please tag and credit me <3

❤️🌺 Felt like we could all do with some Tamaki soft boi hours 🌺❤️

Also if you know me, you don’t. ;-;

[nessaxc]

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Anything You Want || Oikawa Tooru

Oikawa takes you to his house after hearing a conversation you have with your friend about how attracted you are to him.

~ Rating: Explicit

~ Warning: NSFW 18+ ~ Sexual dialogue, Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Shameless Smut, Swearing, Pet name, Praise Kink, Rough Sex

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"I really like him, but I don't think he's interested in me, and if I tell him, I'm worried that it'll ruin the friendship that we have," you confided in your best friend who you decided to hang out with at the court.

You got bored after one of the games. The thought of Oikawa was weighing on you more than you wanted to admit. You were conflicted because you wanted nothing more than to tell him how you felt but your biggest fear was that he wouldn't be able to return the same feelings. You imagined that he would just laugh in your face and brush it off like it was nothing because that's usually what he did when you suggested that you both should date and do all of that cute shit couples did.

"He's so beautiful and funny and amazing, and I'm none of those things," you whined, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment.

"Aw don't say that. You'll never know if you stay silent forever, you should tell him how you feel," your friend suggested, she placed a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it gently to try and comfort you.

"Yeah but if I tell him, he's going to reject me. Then things will get all weird and I'll be that person he waves to from afar all awkwardly, and that'll be the extent of our relationship because I went and messed things up," you said with a pout.

"I doubt that will happen, I bet he really likes you. You should tell him, sooner or later. Then when everything goes right, you'll be thanking me," she looked at you with a reassuring smile as she patted your shoulder.

"You really think so? I seriously doubt it. But thanks anyway," you heaved a long sigh and you looked up when your friend stood up from her seat.

"I'm serious, tell him. You're not going to regret it," she advised with a soft chuckle, "I have to be on my way now, it's getting late. I'll see you later," she winked and waved at you before she left.

"Bye!" you waved back quickly. As soon as she left, you found yourself in a trance about Oikawa, with your palm resting on your cheek. You couldn't stop thinking about his voice, how he said your name, and the way his lip curled into a smirk when you would greet him. He was perfect. You wanted him, with every fiber of your being, there was no denying it. Your only wish was that you had the courage to tell him how you felt, but it was easier said than done.

"Hey cutie, what are you still doing here?"

Speak of the devil. A shiver ran down your spine when you heard his voice all of a sudden and you whipped your head back to see that he crept up behind you, his hot mouth was against your ear and you jolted up from your seat.

"Tooru! You scared me," you laughed nervously and then you instantly thought back to your conversation with your friend, wondering if he was there the whole time which would mean he heard every word.

"Ah, I didn't mean to!" he said with a pout but it quickly faded into a mischievous grin, "The game’s over, so what are you still doing here?" he repeated, "Waiting to say goodbye to me?" he raised an eyebrow and you giggled in response.

"I was just about to get going actually," you swallowed thickly and pointed your thumb in the opposite direction of him, "it was nice seeing you though!"

You wanted to get out of there and fast, it was embarrassing to think that he probably heard everything you just said. He clasped your arm in his hand when you turned to leave in a rush, making you turn back to face him, the gesture making you a little startled. He let go of his hold on you when he captured your attention.

"Aw you're leaving? I was hoping maybe you would come hang with me." he smirked and quickly added, "Tell me you'll go home with me?"

You couldn't reject his offer even if you tried, if he wanted you to go home with him then of course you would, no questions asked. "Yeah," you nodded, "I can definitely go home with you."

"Good. Right this way, m'lady." he bowed dramatically before he extended his arm out for you, and you took his hand in yours without hesitation. A few minutes later he led you to his house and shut the door behind him quietly.

"So I'm not one to pry, but I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with your little friend back there," he whispered, his pupils blown with lust as he stared back at you, like he was shamelessly undressing each article of clothing from your body with his eyes.

"You did?" you blinked in surprise and you could feel the blush that was rising in your cheeks when he looked at you like that. You swallowed nervously as he took a step closer to you, "You weren't supposed to hear that."

"I was going to check if you were still around, but then when I heard you say my name, and well I couldn't help but listen," he continued to murmur with that grin stuck on his face, his gaze remained unwavering as he took another step. "So you've got two options, we can pretend that I didn't hear a word of what you said back there or we can just fuck already," he shrugged his shoulders before adding, "Choice is yours."

You felt your throat go dry and your eyes fell to ground, you were a little taken aback because you didn't expect the rest of your night to go like this, not that you were complaining though. Without a second thought you quickly said, "The second one, please."

"Personally I liked the second choice as well. Smart girl," he winked playfully, which only made your breath hitch. He took one step closer so that there isn't a gap between your bodies anymore and a smirk spread across his face when he felt you shiver, finding your nervous state to be quite amusing. "I couldn't let you go home without you knowing something."

"Knowing what?" you asked as you locked your eyes on his, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves.

Your eyes only locked for a moment before his mouth pressed roughly against your own. You felt him laugh against your lips before he pulled at your lower lip, dragging it between his teeth before letting it go again. His broad hands gripped each of your upper arms, holding you in place while he kissed you.

"Tooru," his name involuntarily rolled off your tongue.

He parted from your mouth to say something smart you assumed but you pull him down for another kiss, just as rushed as the first. This time you captured his lower lip between your own, letting your teeth graze the soft flesh as you pulled back. He whispered your name the way you'd always longed to hear it; like something coveted, precious beyond measure.

"Tell me, Y/N, how long have you wanted to do that?" he asked, his tone hoarse and low.

"If I'm being honest, from the first day I met you," you answered with a coy smile playing on your lips.

"I was always here, maybe I just wanted to see if you had the guts to make the first move," he chuckled before pulling away from your lips.

You raked your fingernails through the fine hair at the nape of his neck before planting a warm kiss in the crook, and he failed to suppress a grunt at the back of his throat upon the sensation.

"What do you want, Tooru?" you questioned, placing a flesh flurry of light kisses on the underside of his jaw, letting your lips brush his skin as you spoke. You can feel his pulse there, furious and quick.

He took a moment before he replied, "Hm---anything," he breathed, shuddering at the invocation of his name and the gentle caress of your mouth, "Everything."

"So show me," you whispered in his ear, your hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin.

That did it. In one fluid motion he slid both his hands behind your thighs, feral and possessive, lifting your legs to wrap them around his waist, your hips held still against the wall. You gasped at the sensation in between your legs, already dampening with arousal, being pulled suddenly against his torso. Even through the layers of his clothing, you could feel the unnatural heat of his body.

You exploited your vantage, carding your fingers down through his hair as you lowered your lips to meet his, which are already parted expectantly. The wet brush of his tongue against your lips was a demand and a promise, both of which you handed yourself over to willingly. His tongue in your mouth was soft but sure, and you recognized so much of him in the kiss he gave you. Impatience takes over, and the second he pulled away you reach down to the hem of your shirt with both hands, yanking it over your head and tossing it to the floor in a careless heap. His darkened eyes skimmed over you and his tongue swayed across the shape of his lips, reverent, watching as you reached behind your back to unhook your bra and discard it.

"Mhm well hello beautiful," he whistled with a long smirk on his face and you felt your cheeks reddened up in response. He placed a tender kiss against your rib cage, another to the valley between your breasts, tracking his lips across the soft flesh to a nipple, and he doesn't hesitate before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it. The shock to your nerves travels straight to your core.

Keeping you pinned against the wall, he brought one hand up to your opposite breast, pinching the bud between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it experimentally. He relished the result, your legs gripping him tightly, inadvertently digging your heels into the small of his back. You worried that you could be hurting him, but his blissful groans and amplified vigor towards your breasts said otherwise.

"You're beautiful," he murmured as his tongue flicked against your nipple, "so fucking beautiful."

After a generous while, he returned his hand to the back of your thigh, readjusting himself, letting you slip lower against his body until your clothed heat rested against the growing tent in his pants, which made your inner muscles clench involuntarily. Seeking comfort and relief in equal parts, he rested his head on your shoulder, breathing in your scent. He started to grind his member against you, so eager for the pressure. Three times he did this, agonizingly slow, his husky voice whispering your name against your neck at each pass, and you can feel his teeth graze your skin.

With all the wetness and heat pooling in your center, you were sure that you could come right then and there, but he stilled himself as if on cue, looking back at you with lopsided grin. You pulled your legs away from him, your breath ragged.

"There's something I need to show you," he said with a growl.

"Anything, Tooru," you panted, "anything you want."

He took you away from the wall, wrapping one strong arm around your back to cradle you against him, and he carried you to one of the seats. He set you down on the edge of it before kneeling ceremoniously in front of you.

"Watch," he demanded. You are all too willing to obey, lying back to prop yourself up on your elbows, eyes centered on him as he hiked your skirt up toward your hips. He placed his hands on the inside of your calves, stroking them upward in a steady climb to reach your inner thighs, parting your legs even further as he goes, until he has enough space to crouch between.

At the first press of his plush lips to the inside of your knee, your heart started beating wildly in your chest. He maintained eye contact, trailing greedy kisses along the elegant line of your thigh, one after another. Every inch brought him closer to your overheated core. You trembled for him and he watched with fascination as your breathing became rapid and shallow.

Right before he reached his mark, he paused to lick his lips and you couldn't help but whimper at the sight of him. He rewarded you with a long, firm kiss against your clit, lighting up your nerves, the thin fabric of your panties the only thing still separating you from him. For a moment, he closed his eyes as if savoring it before pulling away, and you moaned his name, desperate for more.

"You're already soaking wet, fuck, I just have to get a taste." he chuckled. His expression was determined, dark pupils of his beautiful eyes wide with lust.

"Do it," you begged. "Oh god, Tooru, please."

"A girl who knows what she wants, I like it." he purred along with a short laugh. He hooked his fingers beneath the trim of your panties, brushing against the delicate skin near your entrance before bringing the garment down your legs and then off your feet. Without hesitation, he buried his head between your legs, licking you in a broad stroke across your folds.

A gasp escaped your mouth almost immediately and he moaned against you, making you want him all the more. You leaned forward and weaved your fingers into his hair, tugging gently and holding him close as he massaged you with his voracious tongue.

He became desperate for friction so he used one hand to palm at his hard member through the thick barrier of his pants, but it's not nearly enough, and watching the obvious effect you have on his desire filled you with an unfettered passion. You fucking adored him.

"You're so perfect, Tooru," you panted as he nuzzled against you, sucking gently on your clit. "So perfect, you have no idea."

He pressed down forcefully with the palm against his member, loving how exquisite his name sounded coming from you, each syllable balanced carefully on your tongue, even in the midst of your pleasure. He groaned, the rich gravel of his voice causing vibrations that set fire to you from the inside out.

With his free hand, he reached up, the pads of his fingers rubbing against your slick entrance, teasing you.

"Is this what you want from me, baby?" he whispered.

Every time you looked at him, you wanted everything from him, and you didn't remember how not to, you longed to say it but instead all that comes out is an urgent, "Yes Tooru, please."

He slid one finger between your folds, as deep as it could go, then a second, and you squeezed them with a keening whimper.

"Soft," he mumbled, his lips brushing against you as he twisted his fingers, those eyes trained on his task and never leaving it. "You're so soft inside."

You bucked against his hand, a wordless plea for motion, and he obliged, driving his fingers in and out at a steady pace. He set his mouth back to work against your clit, licking and sucking diligently until you are teetering on the edge of orgasm. Every fiber of your being is drawn taut, imploring him to guide you over completely.

"Oh god, Tooru, you're... oohhh, that feels so good. You're so good, Tooru," you purred, peeking down at him as you writhed against the consummate ministrations of his tongue and fingers. "I'm so close," you barely managed to utter.

His eyes flick upward, watching your face as the cord inside you snapped and you came apart against his mouth, his lips still smudged against you when you do. Your head fell back, and you mumbled his name again and again as that beautiful lightning raced through your system.

He angled back, allowing you to sit upright once the steady beat of your ecstasy faded. His gaze was unrelenting and his lips were moist, enraptured by your performance. After you were able to catch your breath, you quickly found yourself saying, "Your turn."

You sunk to your knees before him and began to pull his pants down so that they pooled around his ankles.

"Such a good girl, so eager to please, aren't you?" he said under his breath.

"I need to taste you," you murmured, your trembling hands moved to his boxers to casually slip them down so his member sprung free. He hissed softly as his hand lightly gripped at the back of your head as his other moved to his member, shifting it so that he could drag it against your lips, his pre-cum already dripping off of the head. It gave you a rush to know that you had already caused him to become so turned on. You had been waiting so long to see him like this, exactly like this. No more than an inch separated your lips from him, your hot breath making him tremble, and you could feel your mouth starting to water in anticipation. His heady scent made you dizzy with desire.

"That's right, take it baby girl," he voiced in a hoarse tone. The pet name nearly caused you to choke as you licked gently at the tip, causing his grip to tighten in your hair almost instantaneously. You massaged it with the flat of your tongue, lips pressed together tightly around the ridge to provide suction.

"Don't tease me, just take my cock," his tone wasn't one that was low or grumbled yet he was encouraging you and you couldn't help but want him even more now than when you first stepped in the trailer. Under any normal circumstances you would have found his words vulgar and probably walked away and never looked back, but the way he looked at you just made you want to do anything this boy ever asked you to do.

You slowly lowered your mouth onto his length, nearly taking him all the way in. It's thick and heavy on your tongue, and you wondered absently if he would fill up every part of you so well, because you'd sure be willing to try. Just the thought of it caused a heated pressure to begin building in your core.

"That's a good girl, take it all." he purred.

His small praises only riled you up, in fact, you began to crave them as you started to move up and down his length, taking whatever you couldn't fit in your mouth into your hand and pumping it rapidly.

"Fuck, yeah just like that baby, keep going," he cooed.

His hips bucked upwards lightly to meet your mouth, causing his length to hit the back of your throat and making you gag. You hollowed your cheeks as he continued to grow in volume, the praises falling from his lips sounding like heaven to you.

Every other thrust of his rigid member, now glistening with your saliva, is accompanied by an ardent gasp of your name. You can't ignore the throbbing in between your legs any longer, and you rubbed impatient fingers against your clit and damp, swollen folds. He slowed his pace as you moaned around him. His hand gripped at your hair again, pulling you off him with a loud pop, your lips now bruised from the way you had been taking him all this time.

"Tooru," you gasped, "I'm so wet for you, Tooru."

"Just for me?" he chuckled and then he quickly added, "Lucky me," he growled, "I figured if I'm going to cum, I might as well do it in your pretty little pussy first."

You stood back up on your feet and you didn't even respond as your hand moved to his cheek, standing on your tip-toes so your lips could collide once again. He smirked in the kiss as you jumped up, your legs wrapping around his waist as his hands gripped at your thighs. He pressed you up against the wall, shifting your skirt lightly so that his length could slip underneath the thin fabric.

You still had your panties on but it seemed as if he had grown too impatient for one more unnecessary step. He slid them to the side in a hurry and positioned his length in front of your entrance.

"What could you possibly need?" he snarled, the rough grate of his voice a full octave lower than usual. He pressed the tip of his member between your thighs, running it back and forth along your soaked folds, "Tell me exactly what you need."

"You." you replied promptly, eyes pleading, eager to have him inside you, but he refused to give. You had none of his discipline. Needy whines escaped your lips as you squeezed your thighs together, gliding your clit across his shaft in a last-ditch bid to alleviate some of the mounting tension, you would have done anything just to have him inside you. "Please Tooru, I need you. I need you inside me."

The corner of his lip pulled up in a smirk, his eyes meeting yours with a glint of amusement. He chuckled, making you let your guard down before he shoved his length into you. As if on cue, you both let out a moan, and he gave you a moment to adjust before pushing the rest of his length inside you.

He seemed to get the hint when you began to lightly grind your hips down onto him, eager to feel him take you deeper. He began at a slow pace, building up a rhythm that had you begging for more within seconds.

"Calm down baby girl, we're just getting started," he said with a laugh. You continued whining as his pace barely gave you any of the satisfaction that you so desperately needed. He wanted you to be crying out his name and he was determined to get just that.

"You're mine now," he growled as his thick member stretched your walls like he belonged there. "No one else can have you; do you understand? You're mine, and mine alone," he whispered, his words suddenly turned dark, as his thrusts got harsher, accentuating certain points of his words.

You wanted to speak; you needed to say something, anything, but the coiling tightness in your stomach reduced you to a mewling mess.

"Answer," he barked, increasing his authoritative grip on your hips as he angled himself upward to hit a particularly responsive spot within you.

"Yes!" you cried out, rocking back to match him stride for stride. "Yes, Tooru, I-I understand. I'm yours," the last part comes out as barely more than a whisper, your mind occupied with the one thing you knew to be true: that you always had been.

"Then I am yours," he murmured, wrapping his voice with a gentle cadence that made your frantically pounding heart skip a beat. His pace slowed to an even, tamed rhythm and he reached down past your hip to rub circles over your clit. "Would you like that, Y/N?"

"M-more than anything," you stuttered. Your legs tightened around him as he buried his face in your neck, his hot breath covering your soft skin and leaving goosebumps in its path.

"Please," you breathed out, growing desperate for more than what he was willing to give you.

"Please what? Use your words, baby girl," his thrusts slowed again, becoming shallower as he waited for a response.

"Harder, please," you whined as he thrust upwards rather harshly, catching you off guard as he smiled at you menacingly. "You're even prettier when you beg like this. You're so fucking perfect."

His grip on your thighs tightened as he sped up his pace to one that now had you going mad. You threw your head back, trying your best not to cry out at the realization that you were still in this trailer that he had taken you to. He suddenly pressed his lips against yours, hungrily kissing you with such passion and rigor you felt yourself falling further.

"Oh god, Tooru... I-I'm... oh, I'm close," you warned him, feeling yourself on the crest of your climax. You panted against his lips as he pulled back a bit, his eyes now directly locking with yours.

"Come for me," he ordered, "be a good girl and come for me."

You cried out as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your back arching even against the wall that was supporting you. He continued to thrust into you through your high until his hips came to a halt, his seed spilling inside of you. He bit down against your shoulder as he came down from his climax, and you could already feel a bruise forming beneath the surface but it was nothing compared to what had just happened.

It was a good few minutes before he pulled out of you and planted you firmly on the floor, careful to make sure you could stand on your own two feet. You felt dirty but you loved it, the feeling of his cum now sticky inside of you as you panted heavily, your body shivering.

He began to pull his boxers up, his pants following as he buckled his belt, and he turned to look at you with a sinister smirk on his face.

"Looks like you'll have a story to tell your friend now, huh?" he winked.

You swallowed a nervous gulp, you were still hazy from it all, but if one thing was clear it was positively your adoration for him and you relished in what just occurred between you two after all that waiting.

"Tell her now that you're spoken for," he leaned down to plant a soft, affectionate kiss upon your parted lips, "Now get dressed so we can take this to your bedroom."

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[shadowsinger11]

Adult Fun

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Requested by @theweasleytwinsgirl: hi love, can i request a fred fic in which it is quarantine then reader and fred try do it but their baby keeps on crying, thanks love!

Warnings: smut in case you haven't figured this out, pouty Freddie is adorable af

A/N: My god, I actually loved this request a lot! And I really enjoyed writing it lmao

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Having a child with Fred was a blessing. The war was merciful enough to let you leave unharmed and years later you were lucky enough to have a baby of your own as you had dreamed for such long time.

Fred was an incredible father, no doubt, he was extremely caring and loving, showing a much softer side to your kid; one you'd never guess he had. But with the responsibility of raising a child came very limited time for you and Fred to relax, and it was understandable to say that your husband had become unusually moody over the past year since your baby was born.

Fred truly loved being a parent, but he really missed those passionate, intimate moments he used to share with you as his wife. He missed having your body trembling beneath him, he missed the feeling of your heated skin moving against his.

His need for you was growing stronger overtime and it had become terribly obvious when he started to walk around your house shirtless more often, pants hanging a little lower and hair messier than usual. But you couldn't really blame him; you'd been craving some adult time with your lover just as much as he did.

When quarantine struck, you handled it surprisingly well.

It was unpleasant to not be able to meet your loved ones for awhile, but at least you and Fred had more time to spend with each other. That's when his touches became lingering, more urgent and even slightly rough. Gentle caresses of your thighs and hips would turn into squeezing the soft flesh and chaste kisses would end with his tongue between your lips.

You hated to admit that the lack of intimacy was taking a toll on you as well. And unfortunately, baby naps weren't of enough time for you to catch up with what you both desperately wanted.

And that's why you tried very hard to keep yourselves busy while being stuck at home with your baby asleep upstairs.

Dozens of movies, TV shows, board games and even some poor cooking attempts which ended in a disaster, did nothing to help you and Fred in the months of a global pandemic and you ended up lying on the couch in your living room with absolutely nothing to.

"Merlin, I cannot possibly watch another episode," grumbled Fred, tossing the remote aside. "My head's about to explode."

You chuckled at his antic, but couldn't help but agree, "Honestly, mine too."

Your legs were nestled between Fred's long ones, head resting peacefully on his chest as he lazily ran fingers through your hair. You buried your face into the cotton of his red T-shirt and inhaled his characteristic scent of coffee and cedar, not planning to move away anytime soon. It had been exceptionally rare to be able to spend entire days simply cuddling your lover, but once quarantine happened, you often found yourselves snuggled up on the couch in your pajamas and you cherished those moments of seemingly eternal peace and security.

The way Fred tenderly caressed your sides up and down nearly caused you to fall asleep and you hugged him closer.

"You know what we haven't done in awhile?" Fred's low, groggy voice brought you back to consciousness. You slightly pulled away to look at him and sat between his legs.

After months of not having to run the shop, Fred didn't find it as necessary as before to make himself that presentable and his wild ginger hair now nearly reached his shoulders. But at the end, it was you who most enjoyed his messy, laid back look.

You lifted a hand to caress his cheek, thin stubble tingling your fingertips, and asked timidly, already having a vague idea.

"What?"

Fred involuntarily licked his lips and reached a hand to the collar of your thin shirt, gently slipping the hem down your shoulder to expose your bare neck and collarbones. His thumb traced patterns over the sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to rise upon it, and you looked into his eyes, dark brown irises blown with desire which you hadn't encountered in a long time and made you shudder under his touch.

"It's been awhile since I last had you," he purred, the corners of his lips curling up in a dark smirk that immediately sent you into submission and had you craving. "Will you let me have you now, little girl?"

Your mind immediately wandered to your child.

"What about the baby?" you asked, worried.

"Nothing will happen as long as we're quiet," Fred shrugged, then switched back to his dominant persona and caressed your bottom lip with his thumb. "Can you be quiet for me?"

A strangled moan tore from your throat before you managed to stop it, and you eagerly placed your legs on either side of your lover's lap, wrapping hands around his neck. Fred's grin grew wider at your neediness and his hands came down to greedily squeeze your hips and ass. He slammed his mouth onto yours, devouring your desperate whimpers and causing you to grip the hair at the nape of his neck. 

You rolled your hips against Fred's, hinting at how impatient you were, and he was more than happy to carefully lay you back on the couch and slip off your pajama shorts. His eyes stared at your black panties, undoubtedly damp at that point, and you could tell by his furrowed brow that Fred was already recalling all the things he'd planned to do to you for quite a long time.

"Darling, we have a lot of catching up to do," he breathed and ran a finger over your clothed core. It was warm and positively soaked, and Fred's mind went wild with uncontrollable hunger. His fingers tugged at the hem of your panties and slowly slid them down your thighs and legs, aiming to savor the moment before finally getting what he wanted.

The desire growing in his pants made it very clear that Fred needed release just as much as you did, so you let a hand wander down your body, giving him a show of your exposed pussy. You knew your game had worked when you earned a low growl from Fred, and he crawled between your legs, tongue wettening your swollen lips with one long lick.

"Fred..." you sighed and your head fell back, hands coming down to fist his ginger locks once again.

A cry from upstairs caused Fred to pull away.

You shared a knowing, slightly disappointed look. Fred groaned quietly, but rose to his feet nonetheless.

"I'll get it."

You lied back with a heavy sigh, staring up at the ceiling for the few extremely long minutes in which Fred was gone. You were relieved when the crying soon ceased, and you grinned widely as your lover crawled up to you, looking at you up and down.

"Where were we?" he asked smugly, smiling against your lips. You giggled into the kiss, arms grabbing onto his shoulders for support as his hand slipped between your thighs, fingers slyly playing with your folds and getting coated in your juices.

You bit back a low moan, buckling your hips up to create more friction. Fred's pace turned more urgent and he slipped two fingers inside you, thumb rubbing your swollen clit in rapid circles. Your sighs turned into choked gasps and your thighs began to quiver.

That was exactly what Fred had missed so dearly. He missed seeing you in such a pure state of pleasure; the rising and falling of your chest, your puffed parted lips, your eyes squeezed shut from the unbearable euphoria. Fred had terribly missed being the one to make you feel ecstatic.

Soon the spark in your belly ignited and you came hard around Fred's fingers, biting into the back of your hand to muffle the filthy moans that threatened to escape. That was the moment when he found you most beautiful; natural, radiant and happy.

His patience was wearing thin at that point, his erection aching from the lack ot touch, and Fred quickly took off his pants and underwear. His thick cock was painfully hard, the red swollen tip already leaking precum, and the prominent vein from the underside had you longing to taste it.

Fred gave his length a few slow strokes and your mouth began to water.

You eagerly spread your legs, inviting your lover to take you, and he nearly did, holding your thighs open to position himself at your entrance.

But the baby cried out again.

Fred cursed under his breath, the frustration finally taking over him for not being able to make love to you properly.

"I don't understand!" he whined, pulling back to sit on the couch. "It's not hungry, nor does it need a change of the diaper. What am I doing wrong?"

You moved closer to him and brushed a strand of ginger hair behind his ear. His pouty face both made you want to laugh and be sympathetic, and you gave him a sweet, apologetic smile.

"Chances are, it probably only needs a bit of some motherly charm to fall asleep."

Fred still seemed unsatisfied with having been interrupted after finally getting some alone time with you for the first time in what seemed like forever, but he didn't object as you put your clothes back on and left to check up on the baby.

However, before you walked up the stairs, you glanced at Fred over your shoulder with a mischievous smirk that immediately replaced the scowl on his face with a hungry expression.

"Give me a few minutes. And then I'm sucking you off."

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34+35

Warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing, alcohol consumption

Word count: 2.6k

Summary: In which you want to fuck him until daylight.

You might think I'm crazy

The way I've been cravin'

If I put it quite plainly

Just give me them babies

Downing the shot of vodka, you cheered loudly, grinning as you noticed you had beaten the others. Your friend followed your actions, downing his before slamming it back on the bar. You giggled, wiping away the droplet of vodka running down your chin. "I win. Again."

"How the fuck are you not on the floor?" Jace asked, almost breathless. The blond-haired man took a sip of water, trying to un-pucker his lips. "I'mma cut you off or you'll hate yourself tomorrow while nursing the worse hangover."

You pouted, making a face at the glass of water Jace has slide over to you. "One more. I promise this'll be the last one."

Spending a Friday night with your lifelong best friend, getting drunk off your ass is exactly what you needed after an impossibly long week at work. He had suggested dancing but you took it a step further with hard earned shots. There wasn't a doubt you'd wake up with the nastiest hangover tomorrow. Yet, you didn't, not when you hung out with your best friend; nothing could go wrong.

"That's what you said three shots ago. Come on, drink some water and we can dance for a few minutes before I take you home." Jace said, practically forcing you to take a big gulp of water. Once you had complied, he smiled, catching the eye of the hottest guy in the club, who had been staring at you while his friends' conversations fell deaf to his ears. Jace leaned in, his mouth near your ear. "That guy is staring at you."

Resisting the urge to look, you hope, whoever he is, is cute. You took another sip of water while Jace tried to pinpoint where he saw the man before. "And are we sure he isn't staring at you? You look bomb as fuck tonight, babe."

Jace rolled his eyes, casting his eyes back to you. "I'm pretty positive. Sis didn't even notice me catching him staring. Honest to god, I swear I've seen him somewhere before, he looks so familiar."

Curiosity getting the best of you and you abruptly turned around, meeting a pair of the bluest eyes you've ever seen. He sat in a booth full of his friends, a bottle of beer in his hands while his eyes widened when they met yours. The man was handsome as hell, with broad shoulders, a toned chest that shown through his tight white shirt, biceps as big as 10 year old's head. The Patriots hat covered his hair but from what you could tell, he had dark hair, maybe dark brown but as of the moment, you couldn't tell. Not with the way he was looking at you.

So what are you doing tonight?

Better say, "Doin' you right"

Watching movies, boy, we

Ain't seein' a thing tonight

Subconsciously, you licked your lips, turning your attention back to Jace, a trail of goosebumps appearing on your arm. "Holy fuck, he's gorgeous."

"Ride his horse til you can't no more." Jace replied, grinning slyly when you smacked his arm. He took a sip of his drink, grimacing when the liquid burned his throat. "But seriously, go for it. You'd make a cute couple, or if you don't want that, he looks like he's a good fuck."

Glancing back at the man, you saw him talking to his friends with a comical expression on, like he was arguing about something. You couldn't deny how hot he is. "He does, doesn't he?"

"I've got a plan." Jace announced, jumping out of his chair, his fluffy hair bouncing at the movement. He reached out, taking your hands in his before leading you to the crowded dance floor, bodies grinding and jumping along to the music. He put a hand on your waist, the other turning you around the face the unbelievable hot man. "Dance."

Following his command, you moved your hips in the rhythm of the music, throwing your hands up, letting Jace guide your body. You could feel his eyes on you, maybe a few on you, but you didn't look up, focusing on not making a fool of yourself, which wouldn't be hard considering the amount of vodka you drank. Ariana Grande came on, singing about how she wanted to 69 with her boyfriend when you finally looked up.

But the Patriots hottie wasn't sitting in his booth, the seat he occupied now vacant. You were about to turn around when you noticed the navy blue hat towering over you. The man glanced at your best friend, and Jace immediately took his hands off your waist, leaning towards the guy, squishing you between them.

"Hi!" Jace screamed, barely heard from the loud thumping of the music. "I'm not her boyfriend, just a very helpful friend. She's been stressed out at work, so do whatever you need to do to help her relax if you know what I mean. I'll leave you guys be. Have fun!"

Before you could elbow him, Jace left, squeezing in between bodies to get away. You were left with the grinning man, his smile making a dimple on his left cheek. Playfully rolling your eyes, you yelled your name at him, introducing yourself.

He held out his hand, leaning closer so you could hear what he was saying. You shook his hand. "I'm Chris! It's really nice to meet you!"

Laughing, you nodded, telling him the same. By the end of the night, you'd both be deaf. "Do you wanna dance with me?"

"Yeah!" Chris shouted, covering an ear with his hand.

It was the vodka that made you put step closer to him, turning your back, and leaning against the fine specimen. His arms wrapped around your abdomen, his crotch pressing between your ass cheeks, and head rested on your shoulder, his lips brushing your ear. You could feel the hardness pressing against you, and you arched your back, his crotch grinding against your ass.

Chris groaned, while you let out a little mewl, loving how he felt against you. The electronic music came back on, the LED lights flashing across the whole club while purple jumped up and down, pumping their fist in the air. Both you and Chris followed the crowd, grinding against one another as you jumped, his hot breath tickling your hair.

The vibe between the two of you intensified, the air around you hot, the body heat multiplying as the dancing continued. From the corner of your eye, you could see your best friend dancing with a girl, keeping a close eye on you. Giving him a thumbs up and a smile, you threw your head back, exposing your neck to Chris. Taking his chance, he pressed a soft kiss on it, earning a soft moan from you. His lips were soft, warm, and addicting.

Turning back around, you put a hand on his chest, feeling the toned pecs under the thin shirt. An arm wrapped around his neck, and immediately, he dipped his head down, crashing his lips down on yours. Moaning, you slipped your tongue inside his mouth, both of them swirling as you locked lips. You could hear the muffled cheers from Jace, ignoring the blood rushing to your cheeks from kissing a man you barely knew.

His hands roamed your body, an arm pulling you even closer to him while a hand tangled themselves in your hair, the slight pain edging you even more. Wetness dampened your underwear, the juices ruining the fabric. Chris' lips tasted like beer, with a hint of vanilla chapstick. It made you crave him even more. Breaking away from the kiss, you planted, breathless from the passionate lip lock. His eyes darkened, landing on your cleavage before making their way up to your lips.

Leaning in, you whispered. "Bathroom."

Without hesitation, he took your hand, quickly pulling you away from the dance floor, leading you to the nearest bathroom. And that happened to be the men's. Chris didn't waste any second, pushing you agains the wall as soon as the door shut. He immediately locked the door, not caring if the bathroom was preoccupied. It wasn't.

I don't wanna keep you up

But show me, can you keep it up?

'Cause then I'll have to keep you up

So maybe I'ma keep you up, boy

I've been drinking coffee

And I've been eating healthy

Know I keep it squeaky, yeah

Saving up my energy

A pair of lips met yours, a hand cupping your cheek, and an arm tugging off your black top while yours crawled to the hem of his. Breaking the kiss, you pulled off your shirt, throwing the fabric on the dirty bathroom floor. His dropped next to yours.

Your hands unbuckled his belt, heavy breathing, and buttons unhooking filled the silent room. Clothes fell to the floor; it wasn't long until you stood in front of one another, naked as the day you were born. With a pounding heart, Chris fondled your tits, squeezing and kneading for a full minute while his cock swelled, lifting up higher and higher until it poked your stomach.

"Your tits are so perfect," Chris whispered, dipping his head to lick a hard nipple.

You let out a whimper, pushing him away only to drop to your knees, his cock in your face. You took his rippling hard cock into your mouth. You'd never had anything that big in your mouth before, but you sucked in as much as you could and stroked the rest with your hand, cupping his heavy balls with the other.

"Ooh, yes, sweetheart," Chris groaned. "That's my good girl. You suck it so good, pretty baby."

Can you stay up all night?

Fuck me 'til the daylight?

Thirty-four, thirty-five

Can you stay up all night?

Fuck me 'til the daylight?

Thirty-four, thirty-five

You gaze up at his face while you sucked him, making sure you could see the pleasure on his face. The way he was gazing down at you with pure lust in his eyes made your cunt flush with heat. You knew you were going to need to cum, but you wanted it to be on his cock. You bobbed your head along the shaft, sucking him harder and faster while you could feel his balls tightening up in your hand.

The pleasure of taking a man's cum in your mouth was always satisfying but your newfound love for watching a big, hard cock spurt warm cum onto your skin took over. When Chris grunted and warned you he was going to cum you backed against the way, and furiously stroked his shaft directly into your face. He was staring down at you with fire in his lustful eyes. He grunted and huffed desperately while ribbons of his cum burst from his cock and spattered your doll-like face. Opening your mouth, you welcomed some of the man's gooey discharge directly onto your tongue.

Chris' cum was tangy, but it was the yummiest treat you'd ever had in your mouth. After letting it linger on your tongue for a moment or two, you finally swallowed it down, giving you the warmest feeling in your tummy you'd ever had. A moment later, Chris was pulling you to your feet. He pressed a soft kiss on your lips, moaning softly.

"I want you," he stated, his cock already hardening despite cumming only a few seconds ago. His eyes burned with lust. "Now."

Kissing him back, you smirked, knowing the effect you had on men. "Then take me."

Baby, you might need a seatbelt when I ride it

I'ma leave it open like a door, come inside it

Even though I'm wifey, you can hit it like a side chick

Don't need no side dick, no

Got the neighbors yelling' "Earthquake!"

4.5 when I make the bed shake

But you down to hit it even though it's lightweight

His cock was nestled against your cunt, making your slut warm and wet. You kissed for a few more minutes before Chris' cock was fully hard, rubbing against your dewy slit. Chris pushed the thick dome of his cock into your slick, smooth opening, earning a loud moan from you.

His imposing cock was pushing inside against you and filling your hole like it had never been filled before. He felt so thick and hard, that fat shaft scraping against your inner walls. Before you even knew what was happening, Chris was pumping your hole with every, hard inch of his cock. His body was so much bigger than yours. You felt like you were being impaled, and the way his huge cock was driving you higher and higher was turning you into his own, personal cock-loving cumslut.

You whimpered, wiggling your hips to get some friction. "Fuck! I love your cock so much."

Chris pulled every inch of his cock out, leaving the head just in before pounding into you. You both moaned, loving the way his cock filled you so much. "I love this pussy. And your mouth. I want to fuck you until you have my cum dripping down your thighs."

We'll start it at midnight, go 'til the sunrise

Don't have to save time

But who's counting the time when we got it for life?

I know all your favorite spots

We can take it from the top

You're such a dream come true, true

Make a bitch wanna hit snooze, ooh

Before you could answer, he drove his big cock into your slippery fuckhole with increasingly forceful thrusts, leaving you speechless. Nothing felt as good as being fucked by the handsome stranger. Chris kept kissing your mouth and tits while driving his cock into you with long, hard thrusts.

You climaxed at least two times from the hot fucking. On the second time, you started begging him to fill your pussy with his cum. "Do it inside me, Chris. Fill my cunt till it's dripping back out."

Between the clenching grip of your climaxing pussy, and your eager need to be filled with cum, Chris' cock exploded deep inside your tight channel, filling you up and with a hard creamy load of his cum. You climaxed until you were breathless. Chris pressed his forehead against your own, panting while his softening cock stayed inside your cunt. You could feel his cum dripping out of pussy, slowly sliding down the inside of your thighs.

"Well, fuck." Chris breathed. You laughed, panting still. He pulled away slightly, looking you in the eyes. "I should tell you I usually don't do this. Believe it or not, but this is the first time I fucked in such a public place."

Nodding, you agreed, looking to your left, seeing your reflection in the mirror. You looked like you just had a good fuck. "Me, too. Um, we should probably get cleaned up and get out. Someone might want to use the bathroom."

But Chris didn't move, neither did you. "Actually, before your friend encouraged me to fuck you, I came up to ask you a question."

"Yes?"

"Would you like to go out sometime?" he asked sheepishly, blushing, cock still inside.

You couldn't help but laugh at the weird situation. "I'm sorry but are you actually asking me that when your cock is still in me?"

Chris blushed even harder, pulling his cock out, your cum glistening it. "Right, sorry. So, what'd you say? Just one date?"

Chuckling, you nodded, a big smile on your face. "Yeah, I'm down."

Means I wanna 69 with you

No shit

Math class

Never was good

[marchtomydrums]

New Rules 1

Alex Cabot x Reader

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Alex's father has only been here for two weeks and you're already sick of the man. He is incredibly rude, extremely arrogant, and he puts Alex down every chance he gets. Since his surprise visit to your classroom, he's been nothing but a dark cloud hovering over your life. You weren't alone in your dislike of him Martha and Grey both grew tired of him rather quickly. However, Alex has all but rolled over and begged for his attention and mercy. Her actions irritated you to no end and so far you've kept it to yourself.

Like today, for example, it's a beautiful Saturday afternoon and it could be spent with your girlfriend. But no she's with her father at an office building he has recently bought. No doubt trying to convince Alex to take a job there. The whole situation annoyed you. How could Alex fall right back in with a man that treated her so terribly? You asked yourself this question a lot in the last two weeks. Martha says that this is how it always is. Alexander comes in sucking Alex back into his evil ways then Alex finally has enough and he's gone again. However, this has been the longest the two have gone without contact since Alex left Robert.

Martha suggested we just sit back and let this play out for now. And for the most part, you're trying to do just that. No matter how much you dislike him he is still her father. However, watching Alex take his shit wasn't sitting right with you. The woman you fell in love with was strong and stubborn. She's known as the Ice Queen for god’s sake. Alex Cabot doesn't roll over for anyone but it seems that this is not the case when it comes to Alexander Cabot.

The day came and went dinner has been had and there is still no sign of Alex. You sighed to yourself in bed as you tried to ease your thoughts with a book. But it's hopeless you couldn't stop worrying about her. After waiting for a few hours you finally decide to go to bed. You tossed and turned as your thoughts ran rapidly in your mind. Finally, exhaustion took over, and you were out. The next thing you know you felt movement on the bed. Arms wrap around your body pulling you close to them. Your body tensed for a second until the smell of vanilla filled your senses causing you to relax. Rolling over you come face to face with Alex. Her smile shining brightly even in the dark bedroom. You sighed as your body melted into hers. She leans down placing a kiss on your lips. “Hi,” she whispered. “Hi.” you smiled kissing her again. “I missed you today,” you tell her. She nods her head “ I missed you too. I'm sorry I've been gone, all-day daddy kept me at his new office going over his plans.” You nod your head not really knowing what to say. “He wants me to be a partner. He says that once it's up and running he’ll go back home and I'll be in charge. He will only be involved here and there.”

“Is that something you want?” you asked cautiously praying she said no. She sighed “ I’m not really sure. But I told him that I'd think about it and come to him when I've made my decision. “ she tells you. “Oh. Okay,” you mumbled rolling back over in her arms.

Alex takes notice of your demeanor pulling you close to her dropping a kiss on your shoulder. “What's wrong? “ she asked. “Nothing,” you mumbled. She sighed “ I thought we made a promise to each other to express our thoughts and feelings. So talk to me love.” she whispers. “I'm just worried about you being so involved with him again. I don't want him to ruin all the progress you've made. I don't want to sit by and watch him destroy you. “ you tell her. “ I know.” she sighs. “Which is why I told him I'd think about it. And I wanted to talk to you first. Our decisions affect each other. “

You rolled over again to face her “So if I told you I didn't want you to do it you wouldn't?” you asked. “Yes,” she said. “But I can't ask you to do that. I don't want to hold you back from a good opportunity,” you tell her. She smiles combing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I know. Which is why we will talk about it and go from there,” she says. You nod your head. “Okay, well can we talk about it tomorrow? I've missed you and I'm tired and I don't want to waste any more time talking about your dad.” She chuckles “ Agreed. I just want to hold you and go to sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.” she says guiding your head to her chest. “Will you be here all day tomorrow?” you asked hopefully. “Yes. I plan on spending the whole day with you,” she chuckles. You smile snuggling in close to her as you close your eyes.

The next morning you were woken up by Alex kissing your neck. You groaned as her hands wrap around you messaging your breasts. Rolling over to face her your smile matches hers as you lean in to kiss her. “Good morning,” you husked. “Good morning my love.” she grins leaning down kissing you passionately causing you to moan. She takes the opportunity to slide her tongue inside rolling it against yours. “Mmm. Someone is in a good mood this morning.” you chuckled. Alex laughs “Well waking up to you puts me in a good mood.” she husked kissing you again as her hand trails down your body stopping at your breast to massage the flesh. You moan and rock your hips as her fingers roll and tease your nipple making it hard. Alex rolls on top of you keeping your lips locked. Her hand descends further down until she pushes past your shorts and panties discovering just how much she turns you on.

“Alex,” you whined as her fingers drew circles around your clit. She chuckles “You want me, baby?” she asked. “Yes.” you moaned as she enters you with two fingers. Her fingers thrust in and out of you as you hold on to her. She smiles watching your face express the pleasure you were feeling. Leaning down her lips barely hovering against yours she whispered “I love you.” Before you could respond her lips are moving against yours swallowing the moans escapes your mouth.

Just as you feel your body rising a loud noise startles you bringing you back to earth. “Alex. Oh, Jesus!” the voice screams. Alex is quick to cover both of your bodies with the bedsheet as you peek over her shoulder seeing Alexander standing by the door with his hand over his eyes. Martha runs quickly to the door standing in the opening “I’m sorry Ms. Alex he pushed right through the front door.” she explains breathing heavily from running up the stairs. Alex sighs “It’s alright Martha. It's not your fault.” she says as she looks towards her father angrily. He grumbles “Get dressed. I'll be downstairs.” before slamming the door shut. Alex sighs dropping her head down on your chest grumbling. “What the fuck?!” you groaned extremely annoyed. Alex sighs “I don't know. But I need to see what he wants.” she mutters in annoyance. “Ughh!!” you groaned loudly as she got up to get dressed. As she walked out the door you lay in bed looking up at the ceiling wondering what the hell just happened.

Once you were dressed you walked downstairs in search of Alex passing Alexander in the hallway. He barely glanced in your direction as he heads to the door “ I’ll be waiting in the car.” he announced before walking out. Turning around you see Alex rolling her eyes as she walks towards you. “Are you going somewhere?” you asked. She sighed nodding her head “Dad wants me to look over the plans for the office with the contractor. It shouldn't take me more than an hour.” she explains. “What the hell Alex?! He barges into our home, no I'm sorry our bedroom no less demanding your presence and what you just jump? “ you yelled. “ I know my love. I'm sorry. I will talk to him about that. However, the contractor can only meet with us today.” she says. “I thought you weren't jumping in on his plans until we talked?” you asked crossing your arms over your chest. “I'm not. I'm just looking over the plans. That's all.” she says. “Whatever. “ you mumbled making your way past her. Her arms reach out to touch you “baby,” she whispered. “Don't,” you say pushing past her as you head into the kitchen. Alex sighs watching you walk away. The car horn blares from outside singling for Alex to hurry. She sighs grabbing her things before walking out the door.