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The Other World's Books Depend on the Bean Counter, Vol.1
#the other world's books depend on the bean counter#bl manga#seiichiro kondou#aresh indolark#this is it#this is my propaganda to all my followers#i fucking love this manga#it's so fucking good but the fan translation is so fucking bad#i read the licensed copy only p much#I also have the light novel that i'm reading through#GUYS PLEASE IT'S SO GOOD#PLEASE READ THIS MANGA#I'M FUCKING BEGGING YOU#THE FANDOM IS SO SMALL#HELP ME#FUCKING HELP ME#for my aoex followers: if you love yukio#you will love seiichiro#jay colors
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I love singNsong again reminding people in Side Story that Dokja wanted other people to read TWSA (he wrote reviews and comments! It was his first wish), and he only stopped bothering because people harassed him for it. He didn't gate-keep the story. When he's avoiding talking to Sangah about it at the beginning of ORV, it's because he knows what happens when he tells people about the story, not because he's gate-keeping it from her. He notes he's not proud of his hobby (likely because he's been bullied all through his life, including for reading the thing he loves): he finds it embarrassing to talk about, and better respects her studying Spanish in her free time (learning another language is a generally accepted thing in society). He assumes she won't care or will look at him funny (or worse) for when she learns about the novel he's into.
Basically anyone writing "let's gatekeep ORV" posts because of the anime announcement or because they dislike the manhwa or some other weirdness, y'all are the villains in the scenario.
The literal climax of the story is about sharing ORV with as many people as possible. What story were y'all reading?
#orv#really tired of the stupid gate-keepy bs in some parts of this fandom#omniscient reader's viewpoint#kim dokja#side story spoilers#it's been quite fascinating seeing novel fanatics come out of the woodwork against potential anime fans#while showing how much they hate the manhwa and manhwa fans too#the only actual official English translation we have is the manhwa#acting like we're all in this together like no#I adore the novel and the manhwa#and folks who started with the manhwa or just happen to also like the manhwa but also like the novel see you for what you are#avoiding talking about something is not gatekeeping#it's often recognizing various social cues#like oh this person probably isn't familiar and I don't care to explain#or I'm worried they'll treat me badly if they know#when you're trying to connect with someone you tend to look for things you share not stuff you don't#if Dokja heard about people trying to gatekeep orv he would be disgusted#also NOT gatekeeping orv is literally the climax of the story I am so deeply confused by people encouraging gatekeeping of it#you're making han suyeong mad#she didn't nearly kill herself writing orv in order to share it to everyone they could find so people could gatekeep it#that is literally the opposite of the goal#it's not bad to ask if folks have read the novel because for a variety of reasons folks may not have#but it is bad to act like reading the novel is a fandom requirement especially given all we have is a fantranslation using MTL#or you must love the novel above others or the novel only#I want singnsong to get fucking rich from this story they shared and which I and many adore#gatekeeping does not make that happen#also good luck getting people to buy the Yen Press novel translation when it comes out when you act like this#the manhwa is available in at least seven languages officially fuck off with this gatekeeping crap#don't get me started how a lot of y'all don't even know what twatf is and a good chunk of y'all who won't even touch it when you do know#and that doesn't exactly bother me but it does bug me when book purists get all high and mighty
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One of my favorite differences in the DBZ manga that makes Vegebul make More Sense To Me, is that because Vegeta never left Earth, he was living at Capsule Corp for over two years before Bulma got pregnant (assuming Trunks is like 3-6mos old when we see him as a baby), but she said she 'wouldn't live with that jerk' afterward, which implies (to me) that he'd been a chill enough housemate up until the pregnancy, which tracks with his generally private and professional behavior as a Lord in the Freeza Force (in the manga).
I like to think it became a compounding factor in learning that he was slated to be killed in a year, and led to him being uncharacteristically overzealous and performative (and so opposed to Trunks getting close to him) in the android saga as opposed to how strategic and cautious he was with serious threats in the Freeza saga.
I am also always thinking about how Something Happened between him losing to Cell and re-entering the time chamber in the manga, because he was back living at Capsule Corp and staying near Trunks and Bulma when the Cell Games were announced.
#Something was definitely Bulma not getting laid for over a year and Vegeta not getting laid for over 2 because of time chamber shenanigans#You can just taste the Good Shit in the conversation from that first night back đ€ Anyway#Every day I think about how Freeza assumed Vegeta was always going to be his biggest threat -- not just for his power but for his cunning#Every day I think about how that can still be true and how after the Freeza arc Toei traded that cunning for boisterous arrogance#even though that was literally only happening in the android saga and not NEARLY as much as they wrote it#Vegeta being Quiet and Smart is ALSO a reason Vegebul makes a lot more sense if you've read the manga#He's probably the only one in that group who never needs her to translate science talk and the bar is low but boy can he can hop over it#Thinking about how he sat there and explained the science of the Great Ape transformation to Goku and WHY he could create a false moon#Thinking about how Vegeta knows what to do how to do it AND can explain to someone WHY it works#and knowing Bulma would hear a bad boy fighter talk Science and throw her underwear at him at terminal velocity#Every day I think about how Vegeta is constantly flirting with the trickster trope but you'd never know that from watching the anime#He's so sMART and Goku's so DUMB that's why they're great FOILS TOEI#Like Goku's not Stupid but he IS dumb he is a dumb puppy and we love him#I see a lot of Geets fans say they miss how he was in the Freeza arc but he's like that A LOT in Super (just on the good guy team)#His breakdown is over he knows who he is again he's confident he's whole he's fucking Out Here in Super PLEASE read the manga
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maybe tumblr wont eat my ask this time. TLDR the 7s deluxe edition is just to make money. several of their new releases are a flop, no thanks to them buying properties of transphobic and queerphobic authors. ppl kept asking for hardcover, envying all the other countries, and 7s got them that. though they waited until all of tgcf was released to make people buy their most profitable danmei all over again. It doesn't contain anything new from the paperback except some fixed typoes and a new cover (inside art stays the same per their announcement). they might one day publish the revised version but they don't usually buy directly from jjwxc, they buy the 'international' versions from pinsin. once pinsin gets on it, 7s will probably too, especially since fans keep asking them for the revised one. some people also speculated that 7s license (5years) will run out soon so they might just want to squeeze some more money out of it before it ends (the tgcf hardcover is set to release one volume per month) pity they won't rerelease mdzs bc that shit could actually use some hard scrubbing from a professional editor but then again idk any sane or insane mdzs fan that would want to buy mdzs from 7s ever again.
Thank you for the in-depth explanation. This sounds even more like a grift now.
#tgcf asks#anon#if they re-released mdzs#they are most definitely not gonna have fixed all those mistranslations#so Iâm not even hoping#itâs bad enough we donât know as a collective how much tgcfâs translation might have been fucked#because the translator for the official did the only available fan translation as well#the only good translation was svsss#it had the least problems and the least drama#and now theyâre paying it dust#since they canât ride on the coattails of mxtx news to push for people to buy the same exact thing with a shiny new cover
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Actually. Sorry, I know I said I don't like talking about joseimuke on this account because it makes me sound deranged, but I have to share this (esp since I try to keep my sideblog more positive because God knows we need it.)
So one of the projects I like to keep up with is Cordgem, which. God how do I explain this. Uh, okay, so Cordgem takes place in steampunk alternate history Japan while there's a zombie apocalypse going on, which is only focused on some of the time because we need to think about the REAL drama which is the idol stage battles sorry, I've received a note from the writers the word I'm supposed to use is æä»èĄ and not idol group, which means.... oh goddamnit how the fuck am i supposed to read this-- oh wait, there's furigana. That means Kasenshuu, of course. What's a Kasenshuu?
Uh, well, that's a great question. I am definitely not stalling for time while frantically tabbing through a kanji dictionary to tell you the answer. In this case, æä» (kasen) is a term used to refer to particularly legendary poets of classical Japanese literature. I think this has been translated into English as "Immortal Poets" (the ä» in it is used in other phrases to refer to Daoist immortals!) Then the èĄ (shuu) part is a large group of people, so...Immortal Poet Gang Battles. That's what they're having. Not idol stage battles. Important distinction.
Hey, note to my editor, I'm highlighting this so I can come back later and come up with a translation that's not awful. Absolutely willing to bounce ideas off you. Thanks.
You are probably starting to see why translator burnout is an issue and why I don't usually do it in text-heavy mediums. In fact I am absolutely positive I've gotten something wrong here in my research but I've spent like half the day going down rabbit holes trying to work out the worldbuilding here because I don't know that much about Meiji era Japan. In fact this could be Taisho era, I'm getting really thrown off by the fact that one unit seems to be wearing uniforms closer to Taisho fashion and I can't tell if I'm just massively overthinking it.
A final bit of background information: joseimuke fandom in EN-speaking countries survives largely on unpaid fan translators. The number of projects that get ported over to the US and translated properly has only recently exceeded numbers that can be counted on one hand. There are a lot of reasons why that's the case and most of it can be explained as corporate bullshit. Either way, fandoms in EN remain very small, grassroots affairs.
So there's been...an attempt to translate it. I generally avoid trying to do my own work on a project that's already been "claimed" by another translator. One, to avoid burnout because there's way more than you'd think out there that either got orphaned by their translators or haven't been touched yet, two, out of respect for the work of other people who are passionate about the same very niche things I am. I'd considered trying to translate it, saw that someone on a formerly blue bird site was working on character bios, and dropped the idea to focus on Executioner instead. A quick look showed they weren't just manually copying from Google Translate so I decided to leave it be and work on my own stuff.
Anyways, back to steampunk zombie Meiji (possibly Taisho, results unclear) era Japan. One of the groups who's dealing with the zombie apocalypse front is a duo unit of offbrand Catholic priests. Here they are.
Badly cropped screenshot of the site because I refuse to spend any more effort on this than I already have and ripping art assets takes a while. All I will say is, yes, your eyes do not deceive you, Agito (the guy on the left) isn't wearing pants. At least he managed to put on half a shirt.
Now, I can hear you through the computer screen, because I'm psychic. You're saying, "Why does the one priest look like the sole reason he can walk around without flashing people is prayer and an extensive amount of body tape?" This is a valid question, one that has yet to be answered by the writers. I hope such critical information will be addressed in their drama track, it will be very important for cosplayers to know. While often underappreciated, cosplayers are a valuable part of our community. You may also wonder, "Can you back up and explain literally anything about the world, like the Catholic Church We Have at Home who seem perfectly fine with their priests going around only about two-thirds dressed or the zombie apocalypse or the steampunk tech that apparently exists?" Also valid questions. I could but it's funnier if I don't. Besides, you saw how long I took trying to explain one kanji reading.
Anyways, I was very interested in them so I kept an eye for the translated version of their bios. Now, the translation that OP made for their title in the church was "Auror."
Yes, like in Harry Potter.
I was reasonably certain that Auror wasn't a real word, so a friend of mine checked, and it is indeed something that Jowling Kowling Rowling made up. So, how did this happen?
Well, checking back over their JP bios, the term used for their title is éç„ă (lit. yami-harai). This combines the kanji for yami/darkness with the kanji for harai/ritual purification. Not even close to "Auror." However, éç„ă was the phrase that the official JP translation for Harry Potter used instead of Auror (I'm assuming because the closest you could get in JP as a literal translation is something like ăȘăŒă©ă«/ooraru and that sounds...weird? Maybe? I don't know.) This is the term that google will spit out at you if you plug in the two together.
But, you know. Exorcist. The word was supposed to be something close to exorcist in this context, just a lot fancier and using cooler phraseology. You could probably come up with a fun localization if you're smarter than me. But they aren't wizard cops. Free my boys, one of them is a trust fund kiddie and the other is a freak but they still don't deserve to be associated with Harry Potter.
Just. I get it. It uses so many rarely used/archaic kanji readings that a lot of the in-universe terms have to be written with furigana above them just so people know how it's supposed to be read despite being aimed at adults. I made a joke about it above. And translating is really hard. I'm not even opposed to people who are relative beginners to learning Japanese using translation as a way to improve their language skills, I think it's a good way to do it. Also I would be a huge hypocrite if I condemned it because I'm doing it.
But if you see kanji in a combination that you don't recognize or looks off when you throw it into a machine translator, please. Please just get a kanji dictionary. There's online ones to use. Jisho is incredibly detailed. There are even some where if you can't copy in a kanji, you can draw it in a little prompt box. You don't have to get the stroke order right. The detection is really sophisticated. I know it sucks because it slows down the translation process a lot and people can be incredibly entitled about getting translations ASAP at the cost of quality but a little wait is worth it for making something you're proud of and that shows the quality of the series you're working on.
And doesn't commit a plagarism on an extremely cantankerous transphobe too, which is also important.
#this is without getting into issues of just how paranoid fan translators are of over-localizing#and going with super duper literal translations#so the dialogue really often sounds incredibly stilted and takes all the personality out of the characters#instead of âhe would not fucking say thatâ#i tend to more often end up with âhe did fucking say the general gist of that but he would not have phrased it that wayâ#there's even a specific âfan translator voiceâ that's super normalized because too many fan translators only read other fan translators#or bad machine translations so it's an ouroboros of bad b/c anything not in that voice is seen as inauthentic#and it just makes everyone sound the saaaaaammmmmmmmmmeeee auugfhdsghsdfh#every day i suffer.#knowing just enough about writing to know when something's off and not being good enough at it to like. do genuinely good work.#also i have the jp vocabulary of a particularly stupid parrot so i don't feel confident sharing anything outside of close friends
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international eroica fans are some of the most ungrateful fans of anything i have ever encountered i stg
#i swear to god the amount of unnecessary complaint... got an official english translation of the manga#people complain about that. gets cancelled. like the fucking audacity first of all like.#oh yes your translation that puts slurs where they just aren't in the original is much better.#not that the cmx version is much better for that but. the original fan translation (NOT referring to the current tl done by the active team)#is truly just not good in spots i cannot believe there are people who are like âit's superiorâ like frankly up until recently#nothing we had was high quality LMFAO we have been struggle bus city since the beginning but at least cmx EXISTED. at least it HAPPENED.#and now people are complaining about the stage which like don't even get me fucking started on how bad that pisses me the fuck off#like tell me you know fucking nothing about 2.5d without telling me. truly what are your complaints besides you don't like how it looks.#have you watched any other 2.5d stage. and i mean 2.5D!!!! NOT just any Japanese theatre production that shit is DIFFERENT.#2.5d is an entirely separate entity and always has been#there's overlap with other things but it still exists within its own category. don't complain if you don't fucking understand how it works#2.5d stages always start off with lower budget. literally 90% of stages in that category have a first stage that just looks not great lmao#the budget is very dependent on fan support. if you want more and you want it to look better you support it.#japanese theatre doesn't HAVE that massive budget that western productions has so any time your fave thing gets a stage#you either feel blessed and appreciate it or you don't watch period lmao it's just etiquette. entitled to your own opinions of course but#i wish people knew the culture surrounding the stages and how they work before they complain and complain and complain#ăšăă€ă«ăčă (don't want it to pop up in the actual tag sorry) had an insanely short run as well#which reads very much test run in terms of 2.5d. testing the waters i mean to see if there was interest. which there WAS#just not from fucking foreign fans besides a few bc HALF OF THEM JUST BITCH AND WHINE#sorry for massive tag ramble but i have such a soft spot for this stage and 2.5d in general and i hate to see ppl being bitchy abt it#if people complain too loudly and they never do another one i promise ill never forgive anyone i stg#if anyone is actually reading this and wants to pick my brain for further elaboration please feel free my ask box is open but. anyways.
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sooooo in my feelings, inside baseball type shit about new mm turtle show annoucement (oh yeah. just the show itself? been there. 5 stages of grief about it. justice for rise etcetc). cause collectively. the show runners have collectively worked on.... 3 of the 4 turtle cartoon shows (i assume getting someone still in the biz from 87 would be a bit harder lol).
and. like. okay... they are both EXTRORDINARILY accomplished, aside from their turtle priors obviously making them. lol. qualified i guess. BOTH have done things I personally ADORE, in and out of turtle shows. just. I fucking hate the company that is incontrol of the art i love that its completely WITHIN me now. lol. and im just so ready to deal with the bullshit of that yknow.......
#some shit#turbles...#JUST. like i could not think of a way that feels more like. we need this to be a good Turtle Show that will Make Us Money.#and gee lol wonder why i have that kind of feeling.#but whatever. just cause it isnt breaking the mould doesnt in anyway mean it will be bad.#like i mean that like. [holding the little claymation looking faces] there is nothing you could ever do that would make me love you anyless#wellllll there not real and frankly there IS. but also want i mean is these stories and characters mean so much to me#in all there myriad form EVEN when theres just. no two ways about it. Bad Ones.#because there is so much fan creation and distrubition simply like. the simple Joy of Making something. even and specially when making with#what someone else has made b4 u.....#well anyway. super curious what tv version will look like also. given translation of cinematic theatrical animation to television..... hmm#KAY thats me off the soap box gottaaaaaa. go do smth else#insight baseball in fannish sense. im not in the fucking industry. duh. whatever. PENDATISM ALSO OVER
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actually idk. waiting to see for 100 percent sure but probably fuck this game and its lack of understanding of basic fucking concepts.
man i hate how f e handles the annas sometimes. like yea its a running joke ha ha they all are sisters named anna who are related thats fine enough or it would be if the h eroes version wasnt such a colossal dipshit tool, or how like. the 13/14/ect versions can literally be married to someone. like theres a difference in seeing someone and being like âoh thats so and soâs spouseâ and âthats the npc who helps me sometimesâ. and like yea maybe for a lot of people its not a big deal but theyre still different people. honestly. props to 17 for making their anna really distinguishable as in a lil bean, or even 16 having theirs have a different hair length and color. like now i should be excited/happy/hyped abt anna getting a cute variant but now after looking at the shitty ass meet the heroes thing i feel like its just going to be npc anna even tho that makes no sense as the theme is clearly supposed to be the robinsexuals, but itll be that bc this fucking games writers have no idea how to do literally fucking anything
#im actually mad abt it#like. i dont mind if it is the npc version#good for her. but like. dont fucking act like the two identical twins who are clearly different people are the same fucking person!!#i hate this game and series so much sometimes oh my fucking gosh#its esp bad since i was actually getting hyped yesterday night abt it#and now it looks like its just a stupid fucking nonsense. honestly the npc doesnt deserve this she did nothing wrong#fuck this shitty game and its braindead people who write/translate it who keep screwing over every fucking character#me scrambling to make sure theres no holes in my fic: i can make this work#honestly the two of em messing with people by pretending to be the same person is peak anna behavior and i live for it#like thats something straight out of a mozartean opera and like. more pls#expectation: time travel story. reality: oistin fan tutti#i wish i was joking but this would be awesome#also see me in the tags going from pissed out of my mind to cracking up bc of opera references#i am. easy to please lol#just give me peak chaotic characters and good fic material and im good
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playing bloodstained
#my posts#gameblogging#i don't think i'll be posting enough to warrant its own tag#anyway yea it's ritual of the night of course#i tried it like a year ago but got frustrated bc i couldnt figure out how to aim lmao#this time around it was much easier and im having fun#it's a bit difficult in the beginning and the translation is kinda super bad#and sometimes its kinda hard to tell where the hitboxes are for enemy attakcs#im also not a fan of the voice acting despite my favourite seiyuu being in it#but the music is really nice the movement is good the shards n shit you get are fun#and it s 2.5d so sometimes it looks jank but other times it looks really fucking cool#it works fine on keyboard so far and it has an insane stats screen#but yea overall really fun#honestly idk why this and symphony work for me but the other igavanias don't
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Warnings: innocent!reader, very nsfw (cockwarming, toys, orgasm control)
Poorly translated German, correct me if needed!
Note at the end (worth checking).
â§Â°. Perv!Boyfriend!König would wake up with a morning boner quite often, especially when he sleeps next to his beautiful and cute girlfriend. But instead of waking you up and asking to help him out (because he knew how much you loved to sleep), König would gently move you to your stomach and bend one of your legs in the knee.Â
â§Â°. A sudden stretch of his fat cock bullying its way into your pussy, woke you up nonetheless. And when you whimpered underneath your boyfriend, he was already holding you down and peppering your cheek with kisses.
â§Â°. âSuch a good girl for me, helping me out, ja?â or âPlease, please, please, schatzi, it hurts so much.â
â§Â°. He would bottom out and make you cockwarm him for a couple of hours of peaceful sleep.Â
â§Â°. Perv!Boyfriend!König would buy you different clitoral vibrators and dildos (all smaller than him of course, so you couldnât be fully satisfied without his cock) just to devour the sight of his pretty, innocent girlfriend fucking herself dumb with those toys.
â§Â°. He would make you bounce on that stupid dildo until you were a weeping and soaked mess, asking for release, your arousal dripping down your plush thighs. How could he decline your wishes heh?Â
â§Â°. If you were a good girl, of course. If you had been bad⊠Perv!Boyfriend!König would be merciless in his deviations â making punishments last for hours or not allowing you to cum until he says so. Sometimes it could be weeks.
â§Â°. Perv!Boyfriend!König would not watch porn, because why would he, when he has you? His little girlfriend being naive and oblivious, allowing him to record her as she gives König a blowjob.Â
â§Â°. Heâs not a super crazy fan of lingerie though. Like every other man, Perv!Boyfriend!König would like to see you dressed up for him, casual shorts or slutty skirt â as long as itâs revealing itâs good!
â§Â°. Perv!Boyfriend!König silently fantasies about turning you into a cockdrunk bimbo!
A/N: Yall and I are feral for Perv!König!!! I might open my requests for a while soon... Just a heads up...
#konig cod#konig mw2#konig#konig x reader#cod mwii#cod mw2#könig mw2#könig cod#könig#könig x reader#perv!könig#perv!konig#perv!boyfriend!könig
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okay but PLEASE elaborate on Olympics!Art AU
TeeHee
Rating: E (18+)
Warnings: SMUT (p in v), feral obsessive behavior, infidelity
A/N: And you would do it too, thatâs all Iâm saying. Also IMPORTANT note: I love Tashi, she is a mother to many. However this fic has a very obsessive reader who just wants to fuck a married man, at Tashiâs expense
Maybe you were a bad person.
Youâd met Art and Tashi Donaldson beforeâ a year back at an event held for Tennisâ rising stars. That was you, some other guys who had done well in the Juniors, a girl from an Ivy League, and more people that fell into the blind spots of your interest..
You mustâve looked so sweet in your formalwear, approaching the couple with shaking hands so you could say just how big of a fan you were. You had no ill intent then, not when you were face to face with two people youâd idolized since you were twelve and watching the Junior US Open. That night youâd taken a deep breath as you stared at the ceiling of your home, feeling like youâd made it.
Sure, Art was handsome, and youâd lived the past decade harboring a massive celebrity crush on him, but he was married, he was untouchable. Art Donaldson oozed that sweet, devoted husband shtick. Anniversary posts, birthday posts, Valentineâs Day posts, Motherâs Day posts. He had a daughter, he posted about how much he loved being a dad.
You were fine accepting that your fantasies of fucking Art Donaldson were strictly fantasies. But that was before you qualified and had to see him every fucking day.
Art Donaldson, who held open doors for you, who talked to you casually, like he might an old friend. Art, who stood in the long line in the food court with you, ate something he probably shouldnât have, and asked that you donât tell Tashi.
And youâd smile conspiratorially, and assure him his secret was safe with you. The implication being that youâd keep that secret, and more. As many as heâd ask you to, really.
Youâd see him on a practice court, running drills with his wife, and feel the heat of jealousy in the pit of your stomach. Youâd turn away, focus on your own game, practice until your hands were aching and sore.
âWhereâs Mrs. Donaldson?â You asked one night after youâd been sexiled and had to sit out in the hallway waiting for your roommate to finish up. Art leaned against the wall, standing tall above you, so you had to crane your neck. You liked that point of view, on your knees looking up at him, you wondered if he liked it too.
âOh, sheâs staying in a very nice, very expensive hotel room with our daughter right now,â he said with a grin. âAs soon as my events are done, thatâs where Iâll be too.â
âOh,â you said, bringing an easy smile to your lips. âWell, weâre all glad youâre here now.â
âWe?â He questioned.
You gave a coy smile, batting your lashes so sweetly. âMaybe just me.â
There was a strange expression on his face for just a moment. Then he laughed like it was nothing. He wished you a goodnight and good luck in your matches the next morning, and disappeared into his own room.
You medaled in womenâs doubles. They published photos of you and your partner biting the silver between your teeth. That same day, Art Donaldson took home gold. You were there to see the very end of his last matchâ every single collision of racket against ball, every step, every grunt of exertion. Your thighs clenched as you watched, fists balled up in the fabric of your skirt.
You wanted him in a needy, desperate sort of way. Like a groupie for a rock band, or a virgin being sacrificed on a mountaintop. You watched him celebrate with a kiss from Tashi and felt that same need like an open wound. Jealousy was festering in you like a rot.
The dive bar wasnât what youâd expected. Something Art had found with a quick google search and a few minutes with a translation app. Heâd knocked on your door to invite you, wearing the beaming smile of someone on top of the world.
âSo youâll come?â He asked after he told you all about it.
âMhmm,â you said, heart hammering against your ribs. âIâll come.â
And there you wereâ in a dress that hardly qualified as suchâ standing so close to him that you could smell his expensive cologne. His arm would brush yours, heâd glance over and apologize with a warm hand to your arm. Youâd clench your thighs together and peer at him through your lashes. Itâs fine, donât worry about it.
A few of the other players disappeared to play darts, or watch the late night coverage of the other sports still competing. You stuck by Artâs side, happily allowing his attention to fall on you completely.
âI saw parts of your doubles final,â he said finally. He was drinking a brand of beer youâd never seen beforeâ something local, you supposed. âYou looked beautiful out there.â Your eyes lit up, and then he added. âThe way you were playing, I meanâ it was phenomenal.â
âWell, Iâm no gold medalist,â you said. You let your hand rest on his arm, and looked up at him. The fingers on your other hand toyed with the edge of the medal, warm from where it had been flush against his chest.
He swallowed. You felt his muscles flex beneath your touch, but he didnât discourage it. Not one fucking bit.
It wasnât lost on you that Tashi wasnât there. Not that it was really her type of venue, from what you had gathered. It wasnât lost on you that Art Donaldson was at a dive bar, drinking random Brazilian beers, instead of celebrating with his wife, with his daughter. Fuck all those posts on his instagramâ if he really was a good husband, a faithful one⊠thatâs the only place heâd want to be.
âI saw your match too. I ran right over after my ceremony to watch,â you confessed. It was hard to concentrate on anything elseâ you were standing so close to him that you were nearly pressed completely into his body.
His lips twitched in interest. âYeah?â
You nodded. âMhmm. It was incredible. You were so dominant out there, just taking what was rightfully yours.â
He swallowed again, gravitating closer. Your tits were practically spilling out of your dressâ he probably got the perfect eyeful when he eased you closer with a firm hand on your lower back, when he looked down at you through blown pupils.
âYou looked so fucking hot out there, Art,â you said, lips brushing against his jawline. âYou canât even imagine how it felt sitting there, watching you win. How turned on I got⊠how wet.â
Art exhaled a shuddery breath. âJesus Christ.â
It mustâve been a while since he had someone want him this bad, you thought. Clearly he needed itâ needed a pretty, sweet thing to tell him just how much they wanted him. You could be that. You could do that.
âIâm not wearing panties,â you whispered in his ear. His grip on you tightened and you had to suppress a giddy smile. âYou can feel if you want. I wonât tell.â
He swore under his breath and glanced around. Everyone was too occupied or drunk to give a shit about what the two of you were up to.
He grabbed your hand, pulled you away into the bathroom. You looked pretty even then, in the flickering lights, sat up on the edge of the sink eagerly awaiting his attention.
When he wrenched your thighs apart, he was greeted by the pretty sight of your glistening cuntâ sticky with arousal and need. His hand fit there perfectly, right where you needed it.
âFuck,â you gasped. His fingers rubbed through your slitâ wet and hot and aching for him. Your head fell back, knocking against the dirty mirror. âWant you to use meâ whatever you want, just take it.â
And you meant it too. This was your teenage idolâ a man youâd touched yourself to the thought of countless times. He owned your body, your sexuality, as much as you did. It was only fair he took from it whatever he pleased.
You watched with hungry eyes as he fumbled with the button of his pants, then shoved them down just enough to free his dick.
Your mouth fucking watered with the need to feel it on your tongue, nudging against the back of your throat. You werenât opposed to beggingâ you nearly started before you got it into your hand.
Warm, thick, pulsing. Precum beaded at his tip, so you smeared it around the sensitive head of his cock with your thumb. He groaned, bucked into your fist once, twice before he moved your hand.
âSpread your legs wider for me,â he said, slapping the inside of your thighs. You obeyed wordlessly, spreading yourself out invitingly. He pressed closer, so you felt him rutting his dick against your pussy, coating it in your arousal. âGod, youâre so fucking wet.â
The words came out with equal parts disgust and awe. He probably thought you were a slut with the way you were throwing yourself at him. You wished heâd just call you that, spit it in your face.
Your cunt pulsed with need, aching to be filled up finally. The culmination of years of fantasizing. Art pressed himself against your entrance, sinking himself into you with the slow reverence of a man who liked making love.
He buried himself inside of you and had to stop moving to keep from cumming then and there. He was a perfect image of restraintâ the way his fingers dimpled the flesh of your hips in a bruising grip.
Art wanted to be a gentlemanâ to give you time to adjust to the size of him, to ease you into it and let the pleasure be a slow, soft burn. He pulled out nice and easy, slid himself into your wet, throbbing cunt. That was all fine and good, but you knew it was just pretense. You were laid out and wanting, begging for him to use you as his own personal toy.
âIâm not your wife, Art.â You met his gaze, locked your ankles around his waist. âFuck me like you mean it.â
The first thrust, the first real one, knocked the air from your lungs. That silence didnât last longâ because you got what you wantedâ he was really fucking you, bullying his cock into your pussy with the same need and desperation that you felt.
âJesus Christ, youâveâ fuckâ youâve got no fucking self respect, huh?â He pounded into you, leveraging his grip to pull you against him, really impale you on his dick.
The moan that escaped you was pornographic. If he kept talking to you like that, if he kept fucking you like that, youâd cum.
âYou donât even care, do you? This fucking pussyâs squeezing me so tightâ you fucking love this,â His voice was strained, interrupted by groans and pants.
You moaned, eyes rolling back. âLove this,â you echoed. When you looked down, at the sight of him splitting you open, of the ring of creamy arousal circling the base of his dick, you felt dizzy. Like you were standing on top of a tall building and looking down. Sort of out of body, tethered in the present by brutal thrusts into your pussy and the wet, slapping sounds of your bodies joining.
Your fingers moved between your thighs, rubbing needy and insistent at your clit. So close to finishing that you wanted to cry and just ask to start over again, that youâd savor it more a second time.
âGonna cum,â he groaned suddenly. You felt him start to pull out, to leave. It wasnât fucking fair.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckâ not yet, you didnât want it to end like that. âI have an IUD,â you lied through your teeth. You used your legs, pulled him closer, deeper. âJust keep going, donât stop. Iâm right there.â
He moaned against your throatâ holding you tight, fucking into you with animal need. Your fingers moved against your clit with an insistent need. It didnât take much to push you over the edge. Your moans so loud that Art had to put his medal between your lips to shut you up.
And you were so pliantâ letting him drill into your aching, used cunt, your mouth tasting like metal. You felt his rhythm falterâ one, two harsh thrusts that knocked muffled moans from you until he came, painting your insides thick, creamy white.
He stayed buried inside of you for a whileâ panting, doing his best to catch his breath. You spat out the medal and it fell back against his chest, spit slick and shining. You reached up, ran your fingers along his face, reverently, sweetly. A lock of hair fell into his eyes and you tucked it away with delicate fingers.
When he pulled out, you felt that sinking feeling of loss and jealousy in your chest. He redressed in silence, turned away like he couldnât stand to look at you, or the mirror. Shame rolled off of him in waves that you wanted to brush away.
It wasnât bad, youâd assure him. Youâre a tennis star, youâre the greatest in the world. You should have whatever you want, whenever you want it.
But you didnât say that. You just tidied yourself up as best as you could and slipped back out into the bar. If anyone noticed, they said nothing.
#art donaldson x reader#art donaldson#challengers fanfic#challengers x reader#art donaldson fanfic#art donaldson smut
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What is stray kids favorite position to have sex? What do you think? This been on my mind for while
the way I was actually thinking about this a few days ago LOL hope you enjoy <3
OT8's Favorite Positions (Rough+Soft Ver)
ËÊâĄÉË warnings: gender neutral, not pure smut but mentions of specific situations, Seungmin and Jeongin are mean in their 'rough' parts, switch mentions in Felix's part
ËÊâĄÉË notes: these were SUPPOSED be short but i got a little carried away.. lol. also very poorly proofread cause I'm having sleep issues atm, once I sleep at least a few hours I'll come back to proof read (and probably tweak some things)
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If he's fucking you during his Daddy/dom moments, a nice downward dog (flat doggy basically). As long as he can tower over you and fuck you until you remember your place, he's happy! Specifically downward dog because he can use those muscles he's been working so hard on to hold you down against the bed and be rough with his thrusts, all while not adding any extra strain to either of you. Runs his hands roughly up and down your back, leaving smacks to your ass before squeezing it right after. If he's in a particularly rough mood, will grab a handful of your hair to pull at and guide you.
Soft
I think he would be a big missionary person when he's making love to you. Likes to be able to see your face and leave kisses all over your frontside while he fucks you. Even more so if he's extra moody/sappy, so he can sloooowly fuck into you and keep his thick lips locked with yours, hands caressing up and down your body as he whispers all sorts of sugar coated praises to you. "You're doing so well for me." "God, I love you so much. You're fucking perfect."
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Good ol' doggy style for because he loooves the control it gives him over you >.< Has a hand between your shoulder blades (or on your lower back) to hold you down, all while his other hand holds your hip to pull you against him (or to land slaps to your ass cheeks). Even better for days he wants to be mean or is just lazy; instead of doing the work he can just make you fuck yourself against him while he degrades you and lands smacks to your ass. Calls you a greedy slut for needing him in your hole so bad and smirks when you clench harder and moan into the sheets
Soft
Also doggy because he can lean over you, controlling the pace to be slower or softer while his chest is pressed to your back. Will slide one of his hands against your stomach in order to hold you against him so he can leave kisses to your cheeks, behind your ear, and against your neck.
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I think he'd love carrying you while fucking up into you. I discovered the name for the one I had in mind being: 'Aquaman's Delight' or 'H2Ohh Yeah' I absolutely hate the names but it's when you're facing him and he's holding you up, your legs off the floor and resting against his inner elbow. Loves it because he gets to show off how strong his is to you while simultaneously being able to bury deep when he lifts you, then drops you onto his dick. This position also allows you both to be intimate when necessary, loving gazes and messy kisses being exchanged as he fucks you against him like his own personal fleshlight
Soft
Big fan of face off (face to face & upright riding) for when he wants to be extra intimate. Will take advantage of the closeness this position allows. Holds you tightly against him as he fucks up into you, and will keep your lips locked against his as much as you allow him to. When you aren't kissing, his face is shoved into your neck as he moans against the skin there, placing kisses when he's not busy being distracted with how well you take him (mr. can't do 2 things at once)
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Likes taking you from the back; likes to bend you over every surface he can think of so he can watch your ass jiggle from his hips slamming against it. Likes it also because he can trap your hands against the flat of your back with one of his big hands OR can pull your hands back towards him and use it as leverage to fuck into you even harder than he was before. Def grabs handfuls of your ass any chance he gets. I could see him preferring to finish on your ass so he can watch his dick paint your ass cheeks like he does with his canvases. Some dirty talk here and there like "Yeah? 'M in your guts? But baby.... that's just. how. you. like. it." and thrusts between the last syllables
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Any position he can be embrace you with, but specifically can see him being an (open legged) spoon lover. Something about holding you as close to him as physically possible while still being able to rut/grind his hips against yours nicely. Bonus points for open legged because it gives him easier access to play between your legs. The intimacy goes CRAAZY, his hands holding you in place while he fucks into you nice and slow. Def leaves wet kisses and hickies all over your neck. Only downside is when he strains his (and your) neck when he wants your lips on his. But when his hands are all over you like this, how can you say no to those pillowy lips? >.<
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A "Pretzel Dip" enjoyer. This is when you're laid on your back and he's straddling one of your legs as he holds the other up to his chest. Goes nice and deep like this, and can fuck into you roughly while still getting to see your face scrunch up. Uses it to his advantage if you try to hide your face from him or try to muffle your moans, will grab your wrists and use his grip on them to pull you into him as he thrusts forward roughly. It completely stops you from hiding from him and gives him the chance to see your mouth part and spill the prettiest whines at how deep he hits.
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I had to google the name for this lol Likes rocking horse: kind of hard to explain but it's when he's sat with spread legs and you sit facing him, your legs spread and slotted on each side of him. Likes it because it lets you both stare into each other and grind your hips against each other at whatever pace feels good at the time. Some days it can be just messy, desperate grinding while others can be slow hip thrusts from both of you. This position also allows him to embrace when he wants you close. Will make out with you any chance he gets when he's not moaning and groaning.
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Basic bitch 69 enjoyer. Allows both sides to push for/give up control before any penetration takes place. If you like the back and forth, he'll be on the bottom and roughly rut his hips into your mouth while you grind down into him. Or if you want to avoid the fight, he'll immediately concede and let you ride his face until you're satisfied OR he'll take control and grab a handful of your hair, using it as leverage to control your head movements. Will land a playful slap or two to your ass, but loves squeezing/massaging the flesh there more than anything.
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Another name I had to google lol Perch/Seated rear entry Specifically for moments when he's gaming. If he knows he won't be finished soon and you're too needy, he'll shove his shorts and underwear down and make you sit on his dick facing forward so you can keep yourself entertained. Mainly uses it for cock warming, but won't complain if you grind yourself down onto him or start riding him.
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Another doggy lover, BUT I'm gonna say cowgirl not only for the sake of not repeating so much, but also because he likes be a little mean with it. It lets him boss you around when you've given him full control (and lets him smack you around when you aren't going fast enough for his liking). He can lay back and smile at you all cockily while you ride his dick desperately, and depending on what your limits are he'll spew mean comments here and there. He's a little shitâą so I can see him smacking your ass to watch your hips slow and stutter, then have the audacity to go, "What are you slowing down for? I never said we were done."
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When his in softer moods, another face off enjoyer: it allows him to hold you close and thrust himself up into you whenever you start getting tired. If his lips aren't against yours, then your foreheads are resting against each other so he can watch you melt into a puddle for him up close. His hands roam all over your thighs before going up to your hips then finally resting on your waist as he hugs you there and pulls you closer
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Seashell!!! This is the name for when he has you folded, back against the bed and ankles by his head while he leans onto you, albeit this position does eventually hurt depending on your flexibility. (this is also the position used in the teasing fic I wrote for him) Sorry not sorry but still on my big dick!Jeongin agenda. This position lets him go deeeep.. so he always takes advantage of it to bully into you as much as possible. Makes him feel all dominant when you can't form sentences properly and basically drool while looking up at him so helplessly. Little shitâą #2 and will laugh in your face when you start crying from how deep he is. If it's within your limits, and will definitely mock you and tease about, "I thought you said you can take it? Why are you suddenly babbling like you have no brain?" and "Are you that cock dumb already? We just started haha." Straight up laughs at you & doesn't shut up
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When he wants to be softer, missionary (aka still seashell but without the muscle strain). It allows him to be close to you, placing soft kisses all over your face while he fucks into you. Also does not shut up here, and will whisper chants of "Jagiya" against your neck as he sucks hickies there. If/When he praises you, I think he'd still be a little mean about it; "Fuck, Jagiya... Finally taking me without crying about it" teasingly and chuckles. Also a "You're doing so well for me. Keep squeezing me, Jagi. Yeahhh... just like that.."
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This has got me thinking so so hard abt Mark again.... Cannot wait to incorporate new dlc stuff into his character
#rat rambles#oc posting#splat posting#he is interesting to work with cause hes very much the least canonical of all my agent ocs#he carries a lot of the same componants as canon but his general personality and thoughts on things differs#mainly in the sense that he has anger issues and a lot more complicated of a relationship with his adoration of 3 and marina#as in he also kind of hated them before the events of octo expansion#I do wanna go reread octo expansion stuff soon since its been. a While and I want a refresher#Ill probably go read that one fan translation at some point#thatll probably also be a good oppertunity to flesh out mark's relationships a bit more#but yeah I go very off canon with all of my agents since yknow their canon is more sugguestion but I say mark is the least because I kind#of go more so against some established motivations and such#sash and jim both look similar enough to canon and fanon until you look at them for a second longer and realise theyre freaks hfjgdkdh#oh and jim is arguably the edgiest of the bunch ironically. they have Issues#mark and jim are pretty neck and neck tho jim just. has undergone a lot more active abuse.#and she had very bad coping mechanisms and marie is the only person she trusted for a while post story mode#eventually she and mark both break down eachother's walls tho and become the worst roomates youve ever seen#Im not sure what would be funnier if one of the others introduced mark to jim because they knew shed piss him off so bad he wouldnt be able#to resist being a rude bitch openly and further figure out his sense of self or if they met completely seperate from agent stuff and only#after moving in were like wait a fucking minute you were picked up by some weirdo to become an agent too???#anywayd I need to shower fuck I spent too long typing this its late dhdjgdjdy
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đŁideo đames. đ 䞥éąćźżćș ( streamer!au ) fluff 508 words + warnings. occ sukuna | sukuna reacts to ship videos.
Sukuna never imagined he would become a famous streamer.
It all started when he started playing games to relieve stress âž» something that didn't work out very well âž» and the idea of streaming came from his younger brother, who had commented on it as a joke, but as Sukuna had nothing to lose, he started streaming his online matches. But apparently people liked Sukuna's explosive personality. So he kept doing it.
Popularity came with time and what started out as something simple became one of his jobs. With the help of his best friend Uraume, he organized his schedule between his day job as a tattoo artist and his streams.
His videos were all over the Internet, including his fans, who made compilations of Sukuna's best moments (whether he was winning or cursing all the descendants up to the seventh generation of his opponents). It turned out that anything with his name on it went viral, for better or worse.
And Sukuna got a lot out of the whole situation. He didn't care about the comments about him âž» the haters didn't get to him even though they tried very hard. In fact, Sukuna didn't care about anything.
But that started to change when his name started to be associated with the name of another famous streamer.
Sukuna didn't understand all this association. They were two streamers from different niches, with different audiences. While Sukuna played horror games with lots of shooting, the unknown streamer was into games like Hello Kitty and Gris.
They were complete opposites.
So when he opened the livestream to start playing, within seconds the comments section was filled with fans asking him to react to some videos.
"Okay, I'll fucking react to this video." Sukuna rolled his eyes and clicked on one of the links that took him to an edit.
In the edit, there were moments from some of his streams and others from the other streamer, while Video Games by Lana Del Rey played in the background.
"What the fuck?" Sukuna looked at the camera as if it were a person. "Why are you editing this? I don't even know her! We've never even spoken a word!â
Sukuna clicked another link that opened another edit âž» but with a different song.
"You make a cute couple..." Sukuna read one of the comments "How much did you smoke to say that?" Sukuna asked as he read the comments saying how good they would look together and how they would love to see them interact for real.
Sukuna had to stop himself from rolling his eyes at every comment he read âž» his eyes might have ended up in the back of his head. In the midst of the comments, however, Sukuna noticed one in particular from a well-known user.
@ yn.hrtz i think a collaboration wouldn't be bad :)
The corner of Sukuna's lips threatened to pop up, but he quickly looked away from the comment, hoping no one else would notice, and quickly continued his game, pretending nothing had happened.
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It's Okay to Play Favorites (Vice Housewardens)
Intro: You accidentally get sucked into the world of Twisted Wonderland, your favorite game, like, ever. And uh, you may or may not have teleported with a plushie of your favorite characterâŠ
Warnings: bad writing, awful grammar, not proofread, self aware au but not god, your card collection is just you being freaky and taking pictures of them, google translated French be warned, orthoâs is platonic and if u take it any other way i ban u, liliaâs is also platonic but if u see romance crumbs i won't stop u, ik ruggie and ortho aren't vice housewardens but get this idgaf
A/N: Bro college got me fucked (second day in i know i'm a fucking whiner i hate it all). Not a request, just some random stuff I wrote during my 3 hour round-trip commute jfc. If my Jade favoritism is acting up, no it ain't.
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Trey Clover is a man often overlooked, whether in the fandom or the world of Twisted Wonderland.
So when you get transported in during orientation, you, the player, were holding a plush form of him?
He blanks out.
Sorry Riddle, your vice housewarden kinda crashed maybe you can reboot him or something.
Treyâs never thought of himself as anything special, but he must be if heâs your favorite character, right?
You befriend him with a giddy smile, he can almost see the hearts in your eyes as you fan[redacted] so hard you actually hug him in your excitement.
The player? Hugged? Him?????
âCrazy bro thatâs like super nuts so jealous of you.â - Cater Diamond
Hm, he gets a bit bashful when you take so many pictures of him.
Do you really like him that much?
HeâŠlikes you too.
âCringe.â - Cater Diamond
Iâm just a normal person, you know? At least, the closest someone can get to normal in this place. You still want me? Are you sure?
âŠOkay.
If youâre sure.
Unfortunately, to date a dad is to put up with dad jokes.
Do you mind though?
Makes you the most delicious pastries and confectionery known to mankind. Youâll probably get 5 lbs fatter and a sugar addiction.
But your teeth will be beautiful because he teaches you how to brush your teeth properly.
(Ten kinds of toothbrushesâŠ)
Picnic dates.
Tea party dates.
Baking dates.
You might need to go on a diet to stay in shape because Trey doesnât mind fat. He will probably love you more if youâre chubby.
But he loves you regardless.
Rest of the cast is like, vaguely jealous because why Trey?
But also he has a generally good rapport with other people so itâs cool.
Maybe.
Ruggie Bucchi wasnât really paying too much attention at the ceremony but you definitely drew his focus.
Is that a plushie hyena beastman?
Does not register that itâs him until someone calls it out.
What? Why? How? When? Where?
He probably has major self esteem issues because, you know, the schoolâs filled to the brim with rich kids and people with status.
He has neither money nor power. So when he finds out heâs your favorite character? Boom.
He lets out his cute (im not biased) laugh but itâs because he doesnât know how else to react.
You want to be his friend? Why not?
(Laughs again because heâs exploding on the inside)
You hug him???? Crazy. You owe him a donut for that, bro.
Thinks the picture thing is a bit weird but who is he to argue with the player?
Youâre weird, yâknow? Thereâs like princes and moguls and stuff in NRC, why me?
You like me? You find me charming?
Thatâs not something Iâd really use for myself but heyâŠknock yourself out. Shishishi.
Floof.
You get to scratch his ears and kiss âem and watch âem twitch while he tries to get away from you.
Insane bro wish I was you.
Cuddly and surprisingly clingy, loves loves loves being pampered.
Are you indoctrinated by my subby Ruggie vibes yet???
His love language is sharing food.
(Have you ever tried passing candy through a kiss? No? Wanna try?)
His grandma will love you <3
The other characters will be giving him major stink eye. The scrappy hyena? Really?
Yes really.
âWhatever, good for you.â - Leona probably.
Jade Leech is amused.
Rather childish, is it not? Well, heâs flattered that you think so highly of him and even have this stuffed toy in his image.
Unfortunately, he does hold enough respect for you as the player to not immediately use your infatuation with him for nefarious purposes.
Not to say he doesnât tease you though.
You are the flustered one here.
Heâs your favorite? Oya, how interesting. Heâs never seen himself the way that you do, but who is he to argue with the player?
Please, what do you like so much about him? Do tell.
(His systems crash when you hug him but youâll never know)
You seem to enjoy taking his pictures. If you let him [redacted] you can take as many as you want.
If you donât take him up on his offer I will!!!
My, I never expected to be your âfavorite characterâ, was it? Well, I donât mind.
What do I think of you?
Fufu, wouldnât you like to know?
Loving a sadist means youâre probably a masochist.
You like it when he âunintentionallyâ makes you do something stupid? Toys with you? Teases you with his annoyingly adorable super cutie pie grin?
Bro you have weird taste I could like, never~
If you didnât like mushrooms before you do now.
You wish heâd look at you the way he looks at his terrariums.
You know that silly, happy, dopey little look he gets? The lab coat groovy one? Yeah.
Hiking dates if youâre physically able to. If not, he makes like the fanciest dinner dates ever.
He does love you, promise.
The other characters are highkey judging you.
Jamil Viper is inside his hoodie and is very unlikely to ever come out.
Youâre kinda embarrassing but what is he supposed to do?
Youâre the player. You have a plushie Jamil. Tiny and cute.
Jamil doesnât see himself as cute. Wouldnât it be better if you had a different one? Someone sunnier, someone warmer, someone likeâŠKalim?
Jamilâs your favorite character?
Yeah heâs not leaving his hoodie.
When youâre so happy and excited that you hug him, his soul leaves his body through his lips.
Rip Jamil Viper.
I donât think Jamilâs very used to the camera, considering heâs technically Kalimâs servant and servants stay in the background.
But since you adore him the way that you do, well, he wonât stop you.
Youâre strange. Is this a prank?
No, I donât mean to doubt you. Itâs just thatâŠ
No, nevermind. Since you want me, Iâllâlove? You love me? Fine, I can work with that too.
His favorite kind of date is one where you two sleep and cuddle together.
He needs a break.
Itâs not too often that he can carve time out of babysitting, so any time spent with him youâll cherish like gold.
You can help him with chores if you manage to persist through multiple rejections.
Heâd really prefer not to make the player do chores with him, but when you smile so wide like that, he canât refuse anymore on the grounds of you not enjoying it.
Kalim can lend you guys the carpet though, you wanna fly?
While the cast doesnât generally approve of the snake, youâre very loud about your infatuation.
They canât stop you.
Rook Hunt is a lover of beauty, and you, the player, are the most beauté of all! (full points :D)
Qu'est-ce que c'est? A soft and fluffy copy of himself? How wonderous! Marvelous! The adorable cotton-filled blah blah blah (insert soliloquy here)
While thereâs a tiny thought in his mind that perhaps the poison apple or the queen would be more befitting of a nui plush, he still takes your fascination with him in stride.
(Itâs not often that heâs in this role.)
To be your favorite, it is an honor!
He shall dedicate a poem to your inner and outer beauty!
Accidentally tosses you to the ground when you try to hug him.
Desolé, instinct. Try again?
Heâs not used to being the one in the spotlight, but please, take as many pictures as you need!
Love? Love is the most beautiful indeed. Comme toi, tellement adorable. Lovely.
Youâre asking if I have someone I love?
Je suis un lĂąche de ne pas exprimer mon amour pour toi.Â
Either you get what heâs saying or you remember it so you can translate later.
Anyway, have you ever wanted to hunt for sport as a date?
No?
How about getting hunted for sport?
Still no? Shame.
Rook settles for little camping trips in the woods, just you and him and the forest (and his bow and quiver of arrows and his hunting knife and his dagger andâ).
He makes very good roasted meat.
Youâll enjoy it as long as you remember not to ask where itâs from.
Uh, ignore how every other cast member is judging you. Love is love, right?
Ortho Shroud is very happy! Very excited! Yay!
Youâre a legendary figure, and youâre treating him so nicely!Â
Is that a toy made to look like him? You like Ortho? Heâs your favorite character?
Yay!
Robo baby is very happy.
Since you like Ortho, do you like Idia too?
Can you be Idiaâs friend?
Can you be a new older sibling? Please?
(Say yes or I will [redacted])
Hugs? Hugs!
Forehead kisses?
Yes!
You seem to enjoy taking many pictures of Ortho. Why is this? You like him that much?
If so, maybe you two should take pictures together instead of always taking pictures of him alone. Heâd love to take lots of pictures with you!
Can Idia come?
I am your favorite character? Like in a video game? This world is also a video game?
Thatâs great!
What kind of character am I?
Lilia Vanrouge thinks youâre funny. But also totally correct.
He must be sinful because even you, dear player, find him absolutely adorable!
HeheheâŠ
Is that a tiny Lilia? Good taste! Itâs almost as adorable as the real one.
When you hug him in your excitement, he just laughs and pats your back.
Grandpa vibes.
A picture? Why not?
A selfie, as you kids say. (bro youâre not even detached from modern technology???)
Really likes taking pictures with you.
Since you like him a lot and heâs your favorite character, be a dear and forgo your sleep schedule to game with him.
Iâm your favorite, right? Surely that means youâd love to taste my cooking?
No? Why, Iâm saddened by your rejectionâŠ
There we go. Itâs not so bad, is it? I made it with effort, onions, garlicâŠare you alright? Oh dear.
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Camp Maple | Sanemi Shinazugawa x fem!reader
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, kissing, friends to grudge to friends to sassy to lovers? childhood trauma, masturbation (fem and male), tad bit of angst, unprotected sex, cream pie, more to come? Honestly the ending could do with a rewrite but I'm too lazy for that right now.
word count: 17.5k
a/n: writers block sucks so I'm sorry if the end is trash. I wanted to get this out before school started up again. Unedited.
Itâs fucking summer again. That meant working for your motherâs sleepaway camp. Maple Woods was a fun enough place to work when your mother wasnât visiting, but if you had to work with that asshole again you highly doubt this would be the best summer ever that your mother promised you. At least last year he wasnât scheduled to be a leader with you.
The main office is where you would grab your schedule and overall camp theme for this summer. Itâs also where you could check what group you were head of. Luckily, the office building was right off the parking lot. The mess hall was a few yards down a worn rock pathway from the old brick building you were heading into.Â
The yellow screen door swings open with a screech, and youâre met with the steady whir of box fans pointed at the one lady you enjoyed seeing every year. Her straight blonde hair flutters in the heavy breeze as she looks up from her monitor. Once her caramel brown eyes settle on you, a sugary sweet smile overtakes her features. âYN!â She exclaims, standing from behind the counter. âIâm so glad you decided to come back, sweetie.â She extends her arms, walking out toward you. This is your aunt, Yena. She practically helped raise you when your mother would drop you off. Your childhood home was a 10 minute drive away, and where you lived now was around 15 minutes, depending on how long you procrastinated in traffic in an attempt to prolong accidentally running into your mother. Yena made sure your group of friends had snacks and unlimited access to her office. She was there when you had your first period. In other words, Yena was like a mother to you, at least more than your actual biological one.Â
You embrace each other, and the overwhelming smell of cinnamon hits your nose like a tidal wave. It was like home in a hug. âLike I had a choice.â You mumble but laugh with her after a beat. This felt nice, but you needed to settle in before the rest of the counselors flooded in and started the pre-camp party. âAh, do you happen to know which cabin group Iâll be in charge of?â You inquire, holding her back from you.Â
Her brows crease with thought, and then she looks excited, holding up a finger to tap your nose. âAh my little honeysuckle, you are co-leading the caterpillars.â She hums in delight. You tilt your head. Co-leading?Â
âCo-leading? With whom?â Your chest feels heavy. Last year, your co-leader was a slacker, leaving you with all the work and little time for yourself. Your group of kids were absolute sweethearts, so you didnât mind too much. Still, the experience had put a bad taste in your mouth. Yenaâs back to concentrating on your question, but this time, she shakes her head with a slight frown.Â
âIâm sorry dear, I donât remember. Though, I do remember thinking that you two are sure to make a good pair!â She clasps your hands excitedly at the latter part of her sentence. You force yourself to smile through the anxiety.Â
âHeh, yeah.â In translation, you were screaming internally. âIâll go figure it out.â The only thing you could do was head to your cabin and hope to bump into your co-lead. Maple Woods usually had 2 young adults co-lead a group of kids to keep things safe. The co-leads shared the head cabin, no matter what. It was the first cabin in a ring of 4 other ones. The campers were divided by age â thatâs where the different sections came from â then put into co-ed cabins. One cabin could fit about 8 comfortably, depending on how many kids signed up. The caterpillars are the 2nd and 3rd grader sections. The co-leader cabin was bigger, but thatâs only because of the shared bathroom and small kitchen area.Â
The air smells fresh, and you get lost in memories for a moment. There was the main hall where the welcoming ceremony would be held, and a cement path through a small patch of trees off to the side led to the different sections of cabins. On the other side of the path, surrounded by a small patch of trees, was the mess hall where meals and activities would be held. The older kids had cabins further into the woods while your section of cabins was situated right by the lake. Down the middle, past the mess hall and cabins, was the maple woods lake. The sunlight is glittering off the ripples already. Peace. Thatâs what the lake reminded you of. Up a trail on the north side, there was even a secluded waterfall, but the kids didnât get to know about that part.Â
You walk down the cracked cement walkway, puttering around with a rock as you go. The green doors are easy enough to spot against the orangey light wood of the cabins. You were lucky. You got the cabins right by the lakefront. You hike up the stairs, noting a suitcase outside the left door. Okay, so someone was here. That was a good sign. Walking through the right door it hits you that you didnât grab any of your bags from the car. You stop in the middle of the room, groaning loudly. âShit.â You curse, turning on your heel. It takes about 10 minutes for you to clamber back into the room this time with your bags haphazardly strapped across your body. They slip off your body with no regard for your hair or your skin.Â
The room is simple, a bed in the corner, a closet, a desk, and a nightstand with a cute lamp on it. To the left are two doors, one leads to the kitchenette area â the other leads to the Jack and Jill bathroom, in which you can hear rushing water. Your co-leader must be taking a preemptive shower. You give an approving nod, wishing you could take a shower yourself. Instead, you decide to wander through the far door and into the kitchenette area. Thereâs a round table with a chair on either side of it pushed under a window. A small amount of counter space â treated pine countertops â decked out with a stove, sink, and a few cabinets. A fridge acted as the counter stopper, which was right next to your room â hmm, useful. Across from the kitchen area was a single sofa with a TV mounted on the wall. You always loved the counselorsâ cabins because they were full of useful amenities.Â
You pull out a chair, sitting down at the table to peer out the window at Lake Maple. You hear a door open and turn your attention toward the sound with a cheerful smile. You had the full intention of greeting your co-leader. Instead, youâre met with the bare chest of a silver-haired and lilac-eyed asshole. A simple cotton towel is wrapped around his waist, water droplets still lazily pathing their way down his sinewy chest and past the line of the before-mentioned towel. Your brows knit together, and he does the same. âSanemi,â you grumble, forcing a smile upon your lips. âPlease tell me youâre a figment of my imagination.â This cannot be happening. Sanemi Shinazugawa can not be your co-leader.Â
When you met him for the first time both of you had bonded over having a shit parent. His father was abusive, scarring his son emotionally and physically. Despite the jagged pink scar that travels over the bridge of his nose and three crossing over each other on his forehead, Sanemi was excessively attractive. He wore his scars as a badge of what heâd overcome, but you knew there was underlying disgust that was hidden away.
He rolls his eyes, frustratedly peering to the corner of the room. âBelieve me darlinâ Iâm just as annoyed by this as you are.â Heat floods your cheeks at his casual way of speaking. You cross your arms over your chest, standing up from your chair with dramatic grandeur.Â
His eyes follow your actions, concentrating on the way you nearly stumble to the side. He quirks a smile and this only fuels your annoyance, which was amusing in its own right. âThere has to be a way we can switch out,â You throw your hands up, exasperated. Sanemi shakes his head, placing his hands on his hips.Â
He then jerks his head toward the general direction of the main office. âAlready checked with Yena, they donât trust anyone else but youân me to run the caterpillar crew.â He explains, disdain practically dripping from his voice. You groan toward the ceiling.Â
Of course, your mother would pull some shit like this. Making you work with the one person that could make you falter at your job. Was this a test? It was sure as hell annoying especially with Sanemi standing half-naked in front of you. âFor fuckâs sake can you please go put on a shirt or something?â You pinch the bridge of your nose squeezing your eyes shut.Â
Your words only earn a dark chuckle from the man across from you. âWhy? I thought I could wear this to the bonfire.â He shoots back smugly.Â
A long sigh blows past your lips as you decide not to honor him with a response. Instead, you head back into your room and slam the door. You fuss around with your hair, unpacking while you search for an outfit. Sanemi was so aggravating. With that smug look on his face and- you throw your hands down in frustration, frowning into the handheld mirror you propped against the wall. Sun earrings dangle from your ears, a simple gold chain around your throat, and mascara lifts your lashes. You put on high-waisted jean shorts and a pink bleach-washed tye-dye tank. Tennis shoes and white socks wrap it together.Â
Your heart hammers an overwhelming rhythm as you blow out a breath. Sanemi Shinazugawa was sleeping in the same cabin as you, sharing food, time, and a bathroom. You had to get over this stupid grudge against him. It wasnât healthy to latch onto something so silly for such a long time, but back then it hurt like hell. For the children, you had to put your past behind you. Maybe if you got drunk enough tonight you could talk to him about it, but those odds were very unlikely. Â
There were a few people you wanted to chat with at the bonfire, have a few drinks, and then youâd be nicely tucked into bed ready for campers to start arriving tomorrow. Simple as that. A grin makes its way onto your face as you slip out of your cabin, but it quickly drops when you notice Sanemi leaning against the deck railing. You try not to sigh too loud, but he must hear it because he quirks a brow in your direction. âWhy are you creepily waiting outside my door?â You inquire, gesturing to him. He huffs out a breath, stepping out of his leaning position.Â
Heâs wearing a black hoodie with shorts. Youâre mildly upset by how good he looks in darker clothes. It contrasts his hair in such a way that captivates you. You shake those thoughts out of your head as he trots down the stairs, hands stuffed in his pockets. âI canât very well leave you to walk to the spot by yourself.â He nods in the direction of the dark path that winds through the woods and up the rocky ledges.Â
You raise your brows, joining him on the ground. âYou think I canât handle a little spooky path on my own?â You scoff. Sanemi rolls his eyes and the action pricks your skin.Â
He starts walking toward the pathâs entrance and when you donât follow he gives you a pointed look. âShall I remind you of when we were seven?âÂ
âSanemi hold my hand! Iâm scared!â You whine, grasping his hands when he doesnât make a move. âPromise me you wonât leave my side!âÂ
You whinge, shuddering at the memory, but jog to catch up with him anyway. He turns his head to watch the path become progressively darker, a few lamps hung on trees here and there. A grin finds its way onto his lips at the way you walk closer to him every time you hear a noise. âFor a girl who grew up out here, you sure are jumpy. If you get too scared you can always hold my hand again.â He blurts, not meaning to tease you, but when your reaction is flushed cheeks and a high-pitched squeak, he canât help himself.Â
Eventually, the flickering light of a campfire and the sound of laughter distracts you from the man walking next to you. You rush ahead, excitedly finding your way to Shinobu and Mitsuri, two of your closest friends. The only people invited to this bonfire were the kids who grew up coming to this camp and eventually became counselors or otherwise affiliated.Â
Gyomei Himejima; the stern, yet emotional one that usually dealt with the older kids. He claims the young ones are too selfish and heâs unable to keep them in check. Heâs the oldest one here but still has such a soft spirit despite not having any family to go home to. Gyomei honestly loves the summer gig, but always chats about his pet cat that he canât wait to get back to. You guess that was his family to get back to.Â
Tengen Uzui; Mister Casanova with the other counselors, but heâs rumored to be otherwise attached. Which was fine by you, Tengen was all talk, no action. Besides you didnât want any action from him â his fan club would hunt you down and no matter how many defense classes you took, you would not be able to stop them.
Giyu Tomioka; the quiet one. He was great at his job but not the best at talking with the other counselors. He usually sat and listened to all of you talk on, interjecting a few times with his opinion. He was a genuine and good guy, you enjoyed talking to him one-on-one.
Kyojuro Rengoku; no one else could handle the little rascals than him. He worked with the younger children since he was as kind-hearted as they come. It takes a special type of person to do his job and no one could do it better than him, except maybe Mitsuri.
Mitsuri Kanroji; also works with the nursery and younger kids. She was a nurturer at heart, caring for the young ones was her specialty. You kept in contact with her and Shinobu the most outside of camp.Â
Shinobu Kocho; was the head of the infirmary, in case a child got a pretty bad scrape or needed medication. She may appear stern, but she was actually a big softy when it came to caring for the injured.
Obanai Iguro; head of the kitchen and helps lead exploration hikes. Obanai didnât talk much either, he had that mysterious bad-boy thing going for him â which unfortunately Mitsuri fawns over. He was also Sanemiâs best friend.Â
The bonfire was an annual party held the day before camp starts. There was a rocky clearing at the top of the waterfall that fed into the lake. This spot had a perfect view of Camp Maple, overlooking the soft glowing lights and some people rushing around for last-minute chores. Memories intertwined themselves with the breeze rushing through the trees surrounding the group. It was like a second home up here or maybe more of an escape. Either way, the light feeling growing in your chest was a welcomed change from knowing youâd have to work with Sanemi. It wasnât the worst thing in the world to happen to you. It still felt like a firecracker ready to explode in your face at any moment. There was bound to be trouble with this arrangement.
You glance at him, his eyes reflecting the warm glow of the fire. Heâs grinning as he chats with Obanai, bringing a can of beer to his lips. You watch as his throat bobs, a dribble of liquid pooling at the corner of his mouth and eventually trickling down his neck. Before you can look away his eyes catch yours, a smirk lifting his lips as he pulls the can away. He raises his brows and your back straightens, your gaze quickly darting away.Â
âHey YN, have another drink.â Shinobu nudges you, passing you a bottle of liquor. You grin as you take it from her.Â
The cool glass feels great against your mouth as you take a swig. The liquor burns a little as it slides down your throat, but it has a nice fruity taste to it. âThanks,â You raise your glass to clink against hers.Â
Mitsuri is on your other side, nervously wondering if she should talk to Obanai. âYN, would it beâŠweird for me to interject in their conversation?â She whispers in your ear, motioning discreetly to Obanai and Sanemi. You let out a soft sigh before chugging the rest of your drink. Your body fizzes with the warm gooey feeling of alochol. Mitsuri watches you with wide eyes, they sparkle in amazement. âWoah, that was really cool!â She exclaims. You huff out a laugh, extending your hand for Shinobu to hand you another. She does as you request and you pop open the cap with your teeth, letting the contents of the bottle slip into your mouth. Mitsuri claps excitedly, gaining the attention of the guys next to her.Â
Sanemi stares at you, his brows knitting together slowly as he watches you swig one more bottle. You stand, swaying slightly as you turn to Sanemi. His gaze is trained on you, standing up as you stumble toward him. You crash into his arms, a dumb grin lining your lips. The group now looks on at the spectacle. âNemi~â You coo, swinging your arms over his neck. Sanemiâs throat bobs, wrapping his muscular arm around your back to stabilize you.Â
He laughs nervously, smiling with gritted teeth toward the rest of the group. âIâm going to take her back down,â He begins, pressing you tighter into his grip. Youâre frustrated with how good his body feels against yours and when your shirt rides up a bit his skin feels like fire. Everyone seems in agreement, but you twist in his arms to shoot Mitsuri a thumbs up and a wink. Her face erupts in a red flurry and your goofy smile turns back to meet Sanemiâs gaze.Â
You giggle at his stern expression. âBoop!â You squeak, tapping the tip of his nose with your finger. His brows raise slowly as he takes in your slumping condition.Â
Sanemi turns around, squatting down on his haunches. âGet on.â He motions with his head for you to climb onto his back. You hum excitedly, slinging your arms over his neck. Your legs wobble as you try to position yourself over his back. He sighs, reaching behind him to swipe your calves out from under you. You squeal as he repositions you, sliding his warm big hands under your thighs. âHold on tight darlinâ.â He instructs and you listen well by pressing into his back, nuzzling your chin onto his shoulder. âWell, have a good night everyone.â He tries his best to wave, the group saying their goodbyes.Â
The view from his back is enjoyable as he hikes down the trail. âYouâre so strong,â You mumble, spanning your hands down his chest absentmindedly. Sanemi pauses, his muscles constricting as you touch him.Â
He shoots a look over his shoulder as you grope him. âYeah, I work out, now please stop harassing me.â He jumps you further up his back to keep you from slipping off. You giggle at the jostling motion.Â
Despite his earlier complaint, he lets your hands roam over what parts of his body you can reach. There's a comfortable silence that falls over you both but as you peer into the woods a memory youâd rather not think about seeps into your mind. âSanemi,â You start, trying to swallow the way your heart is beating â hopefully, he couldnât feel it against his back. âIâm sorry I was so angry at you.â The apology comes out of nowhere, but Sanemi knows what youâre talking about.Â
He stops in his tracks, shutting his eyes for a beat. âDonât apologize for what you have every right to feel.â He takes in a deep breath, you can feel his body rise with the motion. âI didnât think your mother would do that, I-â His voice cracks and he clears his throat before continuing. âI was just worried about you. I was too scared to find you so I went to your mother.âÂ
Your brows scrunch and you feel your chest tighten at his words. You tap his back. âI want down.â He silently helps you slide down his back. He still holds onto you, making sure you can stand on your own. You glare into his soft expression, bottom lip trembling. âYou shouldâve found me,â Your nose stings with the pressure of tears welling in your eyes. He watches you with a solemn frown. âYou shouldâve come to me!â Your voice raises, a tear falling down your cheek. You hit his chest, letting out a choked sob. âYou knew Sanemi, you knew sheâd be angry.â Your fist drops from his chest, coming up to cover your soaked face. âI hoped beyond everything that you would appear over the hill, not her.â You throw your hands down, shaking your head. He just stands there, letting you drunkenly yell and cry like an idiot in front of him. Letting you hit him, throw your words at him, and relive a past youâd rather forget.Â
He takes a step forward, yearning to reach out for you. âYNâŠâ His voice is soft and comforting â you hate the fact you want to fall into his arms again. Have him carry you to safety like he shouldâve done all those years ago.Â
You step away from him, raising your hands in front of your face. âNo, no, I need time.â Your voice trembles and as you leave Sanemi standing there in the dark you cry all the way back to your bed.
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âWelcome to Camp Maple Woods!â Your mother clasps her hands together excitedly. You groan from your position against the back wall with the rest of the counselors. She continues with the opening speech, her grating voice making your hangover that much worse. Mitsuri bumps shoulders with you, an all too happy smile on her face.Â
You wish for just a second that you could have her resilience, but being perfect sounds like too much work. âHey!â She whispers loudly to you. You peer around you, acting like she was talking to someone else. Mitsuri isnât pleased with your antics because she crosses her arms over her chest and gives you a pointed look. You immediately halt and motion for her to continue. âObanai and I texted all night.â Her stern expression lifts into a grin as her cheeks light up with a rosy color.Â
Youâre about to celebrate with her when Sanemi walks through the back doors. The happiness you share with Mitsuri washes away. You swallow hard, eyeing him as he leans against the wall next to Obanai. Unfortunately for you, Mitsuri is very observant. She glances between you and Sanemi, narrowing her eyes. âNow campers are you ready to go on your tours!?â Your attention is drawn to the front where your mother claps her hands together. For a brief moment, she meets your gaze and your blood boils. âMay all our wonderful counselors head up to the stage!? Weâll be getting into our sections now!â
You put on your best smile, following Mitsuri to the stairs. Sanemi jogs up behind you and the resolve youâd built up this morning before heading to the main hall nearly crumbles to the ground. You had done your best to wake up early, hate your life as little as possible, shower, get ready, and escape the cabin before bumping into him. His presence behind you is an annoying warmth you want to swat away. Mitsuri joins Kyojuro and you awkwardly stand next to Sanemi with a strained smile.Â
His shoulder brushes against yours and your breath hitches quietly. Your mother appears in front of you both, a blank expression on her features as she holds out a caterpillar sign to you. Your throat tightens, but Sanemi swipes it from her before she can shove it in your hands. You glance at him, brows knit together. The last thing you hear from your mother is a click of her tongue as she moves down the line. âThank you.â You whisper, heart thumping in your chest. Was he trying to make up for what you talked about last night?Â
He glances down at you, his smile shifting to something different. âCome find us caterpillars!â He yells and you gawk at him. He shoots you a wink and your lips part in awe. Did he just wink at you? That was so⊠weird. You shake your head and flail your hands in the air.Â
Children start surrounding you, awkwardly shuffling to make room for others. Sanemi hands you a slip of paper with a list of names on it. Attendance doesnât take long since everyone seems to have gathered around you. âAlright crew, letâs head out on that tour!â You exclaim, pointing your hand toward the double doors in the back. âSquirm to it you little caterpillars!â You shoo them down the stage, giggles erupting from a few of them as you jump off the edge.Â
Sanemi follows the rest of them down the stairs, still holding the sign in the air. You giggle at how seriously heâs taking the task. âMister Sanemi?â A small girl tugs on his shorts once everyone is outside. He peeks down at her with an award-winning smile. âWhy is she not miss Sanemi?â She points to you and your eyes go wide as you tense. What kind of question is that!? Was there some code of conduct that camp leaders had to married to each other? Was two names that hard to remember?
Sanemi squats down and suddenly you get a flashback of him doing the same thing last night for you. You swallow, watching as he jerks his head in your direction. âMiss YN isnât my wife, so she doesnât share my name.â He explains. You drag a hand down your face. You didnât expect this type of question to be asked so soon or at all.Â
The little girl frowns and another kid points at Sanemi. âB-but I saw you wink at her!â The boy yells accusingly. Shit.
Sanemi glances at you with a âI fucked upâ look. He turns back to the group of children swarming him. He laughs easily. âI had something in my eyeâŠâ He deadpans. All of them suspiciously glare at him.Â
You step into the circle, patting the top of Sanemiâs head. âItâs our secret leader code,â You begin, nudging him with your hip. âWhenever we have info on the big bad boss we wink at each other.â You wink at the children and their little faces light up. âNow youâre all in on our secret mission. Ready caterpillars!?â You stomp your feet and salute them with seriousness. They gasp and follow suit.
âYes miss YN!â Sanemi shoots up from his squatted position, saluting you with a stupidly handsome grin. You stutter for a moment, before going back to at ease. âNow, what do you say we drop all these heavy bags off at the cabins and start exploring?â Sanemi suggests, pointing to the small path that led to the caterpillar cabins. As he excitedly starts leading them off into the distance you make sure to gather the stragglers. A smile of your own tugs on the corners of your mouth. Maybe you did make a pretty good team.Â
Sanemi takes a seat on the stairs of your cabin, observing the kids form cabins of their own. You plop down one stair down from him, an amused grin forming on his lips. âWhat are you grinning about?â You quiz, glancing at him.Â
He shrugs, shifting himself onto the same step as you and leaning back against the other steps. You canât help the way your heart seems to pick up river dancing, beating fully. âJust figurinâ since weâre agents together we should be close.â You glare over your shoulder, met with his lazy smirk in your direction. A huff compresses out of your mouth as you roll your eyes. âWhat? I like the way you act when I get close to you.â He laughs, eyeing your reaction â which was exactly what he wanted.Â
From his vantage point, Sanemi can just about manage to see your cheeks flush before you turn away from him, hiding away in your arm. âLike Iâm being infected?â You shoot back, quickly standing up and â definitely pretending â to stretch.Â
Sanemiâs eyes slowly rake up the exposed skin of your back, his tongue swirling around in his mouth as if trying to imagine how you would taste. âMmm, somethinâ like that.â He hums, grinning widely when you narrow your eyes at him.Â
The group of children start lining up in the grass, playing with each other while waiting for the rest of them. Some of them you recognize from last year, itâs crazy how fast kids can grow and change. Once you recognize all of their faces you and Sanemi start the tour.Â
There are specific things that a sleepaway camp needs to have. Such as the obvious answer, cabins. The next obvious thing on the list is a beautiful lake. âLake Maple was discovered way back when and this camp was built around it to preserve the landscape. There are canoes, swim gear, and a nice dock to carefully jump from. Make sure if you go to the lake that you have either Mister Sanemi or myself with you for safety.â Sanemi watches you recite the information you were supposed to give out, but you seem genuinely excited talking about the campâs history. It was endearing⊠and the way your eyes gleam reminds him of when you were little, climbing trees and always reaching your hand out to him. You never left him behind. He sighs, turning away from your speech.Â
The next thing a camp needs is huge buildings where lots of kids can gather. âThis is the mess hall, where weâll have breakfast, lunch, and dinner! Itâll also be where some indoor activities are held. If we donât gather here, weâll meet up by the picnic benches back at Caterpillar Circle. Over there is the infirmary where Miss Shinobu will gladly help you out. The main office is the building you shouldâve passed when you were dropped off, thatâs where Mrs Yena will be with, sadly, the only phone that has any service.â You point out, then turn toward the woods on the other side of the main camp area. You gesture widely to the expanse, taking in a deep breath. âAnd this, my little squiggles,â the children giggle, âIs Maple Woods, where we will hike trails, explore the wonders of nature, and fight off the evil boss.â Without thinking you wink at Sanemi. You can tell by the way his eyes bulge that he wasnât expecting it, but as the little heads slowly turn to watch his reaction he quickly winks back at you. You catch yourself sighing in relief that you wouldnât have to lay in bed staring at the ceiling for too long tonight because of that.Â
A little girl you recognize from previous years â Himari you think â raises her hand. You nod to her in recognition. âAre we going to have the first-day campfire?â She jumps up and down, the girls around her getting excited as well. You glance down at your watch, then up to the sky, then do the girls.Â
It was already late in the afternoon, the kids would have dinner and then gather back at Caterpillar Circle for an evening get-to-know-each-other campfire session. You grin, kids always enjoy the fire for some concerning reason. âWay to steal my job Himari!â You laugh and she giggles along with you. âOkay everyone, you heard Himari, head back to your cabins and get ready for dinner. Then weâll have some time to get closer before bedtime. We have a busy day of fun tomorrow.â When they stare at you blankly, obviously waiting for one of you to start leading the way, you start marching your way down the path with as much vigor as you can muster.Â
Soon enough, you and Sanemi are back in your positions on the stairs to your cabin. That comfortable silence blankets you again, like the setting sunâs warmth. âYaâknow youâre really good at this,â Sanemi begins before blowing out a breath and turning to face you. âMâglad we get to work together.â He finishes, a distant glimmer of emotion swirling around in his lilac gaze. You suck in a breath, a storm brewing in your stomach.Â
Sanemi was a good guy, that much was obvious, but all those years ago had driven a wedge between you two. He hadnât said the words âIâm sorryâ yet, which was a small nuance in the grand scheme of things. Sanemi was never really the type to say an apology, instead, he showed you. You canât expect that much to change within him and youâre kind of glad. He would make it up to you until you were sure the wounds had begun to heal. He was giving you time to make up your mind on whether or not you wanted to forgive him. âMe too,â You whisper against the breeze.Â
A whole column of picnic tables lined up edge-to-edge belong to your crew as you file into the mess hall. A couple of other groups are already sitting down with food, including the littles. Mitsuri and Kyojuro wave excitedly at you and Sanemi. You grin, waving back. âAlright squiggles, show me how nicely you can line up to receive dinner. Then come sit down and weâll have a little camp saying before we start eating together.â They scramble toward the food and you kick your legs under the table part, deflating slightly.Â
Sanemi comes up behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder. It makes you straighten your back and whip around to look at him. His lips curl in a playful grin. âWant the usual?â You glance at the kitchen, your stomach growling softly. You look back to Sanemi, nodding eagerly.Â
As he walks away you think back to when heâd grab you dinner all the time, sitting in this exact mess hall. âDonât disappoint me Shinazugawa!â You yell and he shoots you a smug grin as he scoots in line next to one of the boys in your group, Kenji.Â
Mitsuri peers at you from her table, glancing back at Sanemi. Something seems fishy, she just canât put her finger on it. Before this month you were complaining about seeing him again and now you two appear to be chumming again. Did something happen that you werenât telling her? She pouts, nuding Kyojuro. âDo those two seem friendlier?â She asks in a hushed tone. Kyojuro furrows his thick brows, humming as his gaze flips between his white-haired friend and you. Heâs about to tell Mitsuri sheâs off her rocker, but he catches Sanemi throwing a look back at you while you are otherwise occupied with kiddos sitting down next to you.Â
Kyojuro turns to Mitsuri, concern written all over his face. âYes,â He hisses and now Mitsuri is concerned you may have ingested a little too much alcohol trying to help her out.
After a couple of minutes, Sanemi places a tray of vanilla pudding, tater tots, and chicken tenders with honey mustard sauce in front of you. âMâlady.â He grins, slipping onto the bench across from you with a tray of his own. Hana smacks Sanemiâs arm and he peers down at her with a surprised look. âWhat was that about Hana?â He questions, holding onto his arm where she hit him.Â
She puffs out her lips and points at you angrily. âMister Sanemi, we just went over this. Miss YN is not your lady.â She crosses her arms glaring at him. His brows shoot up, giving you a look of amusement before patting Hanaâs head.
She looks like she might bite him at first, but then she leans into his hand. âOnly because Miss YN keeps rejecting me..â He smirks at you. Ha! As if!
You roll your eyes, but gather the attention of your tables. âLetâs sing my favorite camp song!â You lead them in the Camp Maple fighting song that ends with chanting the name of the camp. âWake me up wake me up weâre going to camp! I canât wait I canât wait weâre going to camp! There it is there it is weâre going to camp! Which one which one!? C-A-M PâŠM-A-P L-E!â They seem to enjoy every second of it, mainly because they get to scream as loud as they can. Sanemi meets your gaze for a blissful second before you busy yourself with your food, biting into one of the chicken tenders. Delight rumbles from your chest as you swallow the meat.Â
Sanemi canât help but watch you stuff your face. On one hand, heâs amused by how you still enjoy the simple things in life. On the other hand, heâs concerned when his heart races at you picking up the vanilla pudding. Being the heathen you were, as a child youâd just eat it with your finger. You claimed you could get more out of a cup if you used your finger. He grips onto the bench, gritting his teeth as you follow suit, sticking your pointer finger in. The creamy pudding sits there momentarily before you pop it into your mouth.Â
Itâs a simple, innocent â completely fucking innocent â motion, but his thoughts shift to something more warm than the humidity. Fuck why was seeing you damp with light sweat making him hungry? When you let your tongue swirl around the tip of your finger it drives Sanemi mad. Is he panting? He feels like heâs panting.Â
A bit of pudding is on the corner of your mouth, waiting there. His heated gaze mimics how your tongue darts out to collect it. He sucks on his lips, regarding how your plump lips look so fucking delicious right now.Â
The only thing that snaps Sanemi out of his daze is Hana plopping a spoon in front of you with a disgusted look on her little features. âYou know Miss YN, if you needed a spoon you couldâve just asked.â She grunts, shuddering. Your cheeks flush and for the briefest seconds, you gape, staring into his eyes. Your cheeks flush a vibrant pink and suddenly Sanemi is picking up the spoon and using it in his own pudding. Hana and you both gawk at him, but if he were allowed to feed into one desire this whole time, it would be watching you eat pudding with your finger. Especially if it meant youâd look at him like that again.Â
âThis is the best pudding Iâve ever had.â Sanemi mumbles and Hana sighs frustratedly. âSomething wrong Hana?â He asks. She whips her head toward him with a frown.Â
Sanemi has to roll his lips into his mouth to stop from laughing at how cute sheâs glaring at him. âYes, Iâm going to have nightmares.â She huffs. Yeah me too, but they arenât exactly going to be nightmares Sanemi thought.Â
Dinner finishes and children run around your feet as you walk out of the mess hall. The short walk back to Caterpillar Circle feels like an eternity with Sanemi walking silently beside you. âCan we wear our pajamas to the campfire!?â Aoi breezes past you yelling.Â
You quirk a brow. âHow about we make it a race? Whoever is back at the picnic tables first⊠wins.â You eye the giddy looks on all of their faces. âReady? Go!â You donât expect Sanemi to bolt toward his side of the cabin. Oh, so heâs going to play it that way?
Kids scramble to their cabins, giggling and yelling. Youâre also laughing as you quickly swing your door open. You spot the pajamas youâd laid out earlier this morning with a smirk on your lips. The one reason you suggested a race is because you had an advantage. Cheating? No, strategic gameplay. Â
You tug your clothes off, and toss them in the hamper beside your desk. A pair of shorts and an oversized shirt later youâre rushing out of the door in your slippers. You glance to your side, grinning mischievously when you donât see Sanemi coming out of his door. You pump your hand in the air victoriously, spinning around in a mini victory dance. You proudly take your time prancing down the stairs, but when you turn to head toward the picnic tables Sanemi is leaning against the end of one with an amused smirk tugging his lips upward. Your mouth falls open, glancing back at his door. âHowâŠ? YouâŠ?â You slump in defeat as you reach him.Â
He chuckles softly, bumping arms with you. âYour victory dance was pretty cute.â He teases. You glare at him, shoving him back with your side.Â
Cute? In what way did he mean that? Sanemi mustâve talked too much with Tengen to pull one of those lines. You mutter a string of curses as you sit down in one of the green plastic lawn chairs. The arms dig into your hips and you grunt uncomfortably, pushing yourself into a less painful position.Â
Your thighs are pressed together as you squirm around in the chair and Sanemi finds himself ogling the space where your shorts disappear under your tummy. He wanted to run his tongue along that area while grazing his teeth along your thighs. A lascivious smirk pulls on his mouth as he clears his throat, turning his face to the sky.Â
The campfire starts with each kiddo introducing themselves, where theyâre from, and three interesting facts about them. After the introductions, you bring out the sâmore fixings with a twinkling grin as the kids scream enthusiastically. The night ends with you and Sanemi carrying some of them who fall asleep back to their beds. It was a euphoric space in time, something about today felt so right. Maybe the following weeks wouldnât be so bad.
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You were wrong, so wrong. Sanemi stands to your side with his swim shorts on, assessing your outfit. âSo⊠youâre not going to swim?â He cocks his head, quirking a brow. You lean back further into the armless beach chair, crossing your arms over your chest.Â
He closes his mouth, glancing at the group of kids playing with water toys in and out of the water. âNope.â You reply. âObserving from a distance is more my thing.â You continue, sliding your sunglasses over your eyes so you donât have to squint through the rays of the sun. Sanemi sighs, disappointment finding its way into his mind.Â
This morning when he saw you in a camp shirt with jean shorts he was sure you had a bikini on underneath. The only reason he got through a kid screaming about not getting any bacon this morning was the light at the end of his tunnel â you in a tight flattering bikini. âYâknow I knew you werenât girly, but this is a whole new level.â Sanemi pokes at you, hoping that the fiery spirit within you will shoot out if he bugs you enough.
You glare at him, gesturing to your outfit. âThis outfit is very girly Iâll have you know.â Sanemi shakes his head like he doesnât believe you so you scoot as quickly as you can out of the chair. âFine, watch the kids. Iâll be right back.â You snap. As youâre stomping back to your room you canât help but think maybe you acted exactly how he wanted you to. If that was the case, then youâd give him what he wants, but heâll pay the price. The malicious grin that forms on your lips as you pull out your lavender string bikini is grounds to have you locked away.Â
Sanemi throws a beach ball at a group of the boys in the face as they giggle. In the back of his head is a flurry of lewd images of you spread out on that damn beach chair with a revealing swimsuit on. The boys throw the ball back at him and it plinks against his chest. He shakes his head, reaching for the ball as the boys groan. Fantasies of you were a distraction so he couldn't even imagine what the real thing would do to him. âWoahâŠâ He hears one of the boys whisper. He glances up, met with the heavenly picture of you walking down the bank in a light purple string bikini that laces across your front. The cups are simple triangles with a string wrapping around the back of your neck for support he would only suppose. The bottoms rise above the roundness of your hips, showing off the fullness of your body. Damn, his mouth felt dry as he canât tear his eyes away from you.Â
His stomach was a trainwreck of emotions, the ball long forgotten by Sanemi. He blinks rapidly, trying to get you out of his eyes, but it was damn hard when you slowly lay back down on the chair, crossing your ankles over each other. He can see the side of your ass and for a beat, he feels like he might lose control. Then one of the boys throws the beach ball at him, it smacks against his face. This was torture. He expected you to look good, but the thin fabric allowed him to see the indent of your nipples â a vivid image he was never going to forget.Â
You smirk while lounging in the chair, studying the way Sanemiâs mouth falls open ever so slightly. It was a strange sense of gratification that he was so enraptured by how you appeared in the bikini. Almost like you were happy he was gaping at you, a fire lit behind his eyes that ignited something in your chest. If you werenât careful you were bound to let it out at some point.Â
Since you were lost in your thoughts you hadnât noticed Sanemi stalking up to your side. You squeak when he appears next to you, dropping a towel over your exposed skin. You glare up at him through your sunglasses. âDid you walk out of every boyâs fantasy?â He grumbles, running a hand through his damp hair.Â
Clicking your tongue, you toss the towel to the side and sit up in the chair. âDoes that include yours Sanemi?â You inquire, pushing your sunglasses up through your hair. He stares at you for a while, mulling over what kind of response to give you.Â
Suddenly, he scoffs and turns his back to you. âYeah. Yeah it does.â You swallow hard at his confession, the sunâs heat no longer feeling as hot. You scoff, leaning back into the chair. He gives you one last glance before running back to play with the boys in the water.Â
Was he being serious? He couldnât have beenâŠright? It wouldnât make sense for Sanemi Shinazugawa, the guy whose seen you eat a bug, to have a fantasy â or whatever he meant about you. The confusion made the victory bikini less fun.Â
At dinner, the kids are enraptured in a conversation about tomorrowâs canoe outing in the afternoon. This might seem silly, with you being a sleepaway camp counselor that has a giant lake as its main attraction⊠but you never learned how to fully swim. You can keep your head above water if youâre able to touch the bottom. It's something you haven't mentioned to anyone due to the fact you would die of embarrassment. âHow quickly can you go Miss YN?â Hanaâs eyes are pleading with you to answer her inquiry.Â
So you smile, despite the obvious anxiety of where this answer might lead you. âFaster than Mister Sanemi.â You reply, jerking your thumb toward the white-haired male sitting a bit further down from you.Â
He perks up at the mention of his name, meeting your eyes. âDid you just say youâre faster than me?â He laughs, scooting down to sit across from you. Hana nods ecstatically before you can brush off the challenge dripping from his voice.Â
You sigh, shaking your hands in front of you. âOf course not. I wouldnât dare reveal the truth about you being a slowpoke.â You tease. Sanemi quirks a brow, letting his eyes look you up and down. The simple motion makes your muscles tense with a buzzing sensation.Â
He hums to himself, leaning back with a shake of his head. âI bet you canât win in the beginners' course against me.â Sanemi smirks, the boys around him snickering.Â
Your eye twitches at the smug look on his stupid face. You clasp your hands together, smiling with gritted teeth. âYouâre on Shinazugawa.â
That was your second mistake of the week as you shakily got into a canoe the next morning dressed in a white shirt and comfortable black shorts. The kids were fine with pushing off the hike to another day to witness this extraordinary event. Sanemi is grinning victoriously already. It makes you want to slap him with the paddle youâre holding. âReady?â He asks.Â
The grip you have on the paddle tightens as you nod curtly. âReady as Iâll ever be.â You respond. Sanemi nods to one of the kids who starts a countdown before they all scream GO! Everything is going fine until you reach the turn. Sanemi is already far ahead of you and this becomes more of proving you can do it to yourself than winning against that smug bastard.Â
With the paddle dipping into the water you manage to turn around the flagged buoy, children cheering your name. Your heart nearly explodes with happiness at the accomplishment. You make it a few more feet before you get too overzealous and the canoe starts to flip. As you crash into the water you knew youâd just have to flip yourself back over to â well, not drown. But something goes wrong and you slip out of the canoe, into the deep end of the lake. Murky water crowds your vision and a few thoughts crowd your mind.Â
Will you get out of this alive? Is this some sort of divine intervention about how youâve been previously living your life? Was this your canon event? Youâd laugh at that one if you werenât still sinking to what felt like the depths of the lake.
Would your mother even care? Okay, that one stings, but itâs something you think about a lot. When youâre driving and have one of those intrusive thoughts about wrecking. Would she care? Noticing a creepy person walking behind you at night. Would she come to your funeral? And now, as you lose the will to breathe. Would she remember what you smelt like, sounded like, looked like?Â
Sanemi crawls out of his canoe, raising his hands in victory. He turns around to gloat in your face, but heâs met with your canoe upside down. You are nowhere in sight and after a second of you not popping back up, Sanemi frantically dives into the water. Where are you? His hands glide through the water, searching for any sign of your body. Where are you? Water fills his ears, only making the pounding in his chest louder with each stroke of his arms. He breaches the surface, gasping for air and twirling around to see anything â anything that would lead him to you. âMister Sanemi! There!â A child screeches, pointing to the front side of your canoe.Â
He plunges back in after taking a large gulp of air. He will find you this time. Heâs not scared anymore. Not like all those years ago. He couldnât lose you, not like this.
Amid some plant life is your floating body. If Sanemi were above water he thinks heâd cry with joy. He quickly moves toward you, scooping you up and pushing both of you toward the surface. Please please please donât be too late. Sanemiâs mind is whirling with anxiety and his heart is pounding with the lack of oxygen. You both break through the surface, Sanemi pulling you along with him to shore. He deposits your limp body on the sand, panting and scanning for any sign of injury.Â
Youâre not breathing. Damnit. Sanemiâs jaw ticks as the children rush toward him. âMister Sanemi give her CPR!â Hana yells, stomping her foot and mimicking the pushing rhythm he should be performing on you. He wipes his mouth, nostrils flaring as he slides to your side. His insides were twisting in unbreakable knots, squeezing his lungs of all air.
He pinches your nose and lowers his mouth to yours. âYou can yell at me later,â He breathes quietly before connecting his lips to yours. As he pushes air through your lungs his lecherous mind drifts to how very wonderful your lips feel against his. Theyâre wet and taste like lake water, but theyâre so damn soft. After a few more blows he worriedly looks at your chest. He doesnât want to break your ribs, but if he has to in order to save your life â heâs going to.
Luckily, you chose now as the moment to gasp in air and then start hacking up lake water. Your eyes wildly scan your surroundings, locking onto the man hovering inches from your face. You squirm away from him, coughing into your hand. Sanemi and the children watch you with concern-stricken faces. You touch your throat gingerly, meeting the swirling lilac gaze of the male in front of you. âYou saved me,â You croak out as it all falls into place, furrowing your brows.Â
Hana pops into your view shaking her head. âTook him a long time to kiss you!â She yells, an annoyed pout on her lips. You glance back to Sanemi, his gaze still locked onto you.Â
He cocks a grin in your direction which makes your heart swell. âI gave you mouth-to-mouth.â He explains and the worry about you being unconscious for your first kiss with Sanemi â not that youâll have a first kiss with him â drifts away. The thought of his mouth on yours stays wandering in your head regardless. âKids, can you hang out in the mess hall while I take Miss YN to the infirmary?â Sanemi questions, the children eagerly following instructions. He peers down at you once theyâve all scurried toward the big building.Â
With a grunt, he slides his hands behind your neck and knees, hoisting you up bridal style. You yelp at how easily he holds you against his chest. âHey, I can walk,â You grumble, glaring at his concentrated expression. He shakes his head, climbing up the bank.Â
As he climbs you nearly tumble out of his arms. He cracks a smile, shifting you in his grasp. âMight wanna hold on tighter than that darlinâ. Donât worry, I wonât mind.âÂ
Begrudgingly you wrap your arms around his neck. The walk to the infirmary takes less than a couple of strides when he reaches the walkway. Shinobu worriedly meets your gaze when Sanemi kicks open the door with his foot. She stands from her desk, hurrying over to his side. âWhat happened!?â She assesses you with a scrutinizing look. âPut her down on that bed. I need to go get another bottle of aspirin from the main office. Sit tight.â Shinobu huffs, running a hand through her hair before slipping out of the door.Â
Sanemi gently lays you on the bed, giving you a scan of his own. You swallow hard, wondering why your body feels so warm despite the brisk ac making your wet clothes stick to you. The way his lilac eyes regard you made something inside of you switch. Heâd shown you how deeply he cared for you by saving your life. Granted, any decent person wouldâve jumped in to pull you out of the water â but Sanemi looks shaken up. Like he almost lost you. It makes your chest heave, a heavyweight tugging on it as you reach up to touch his cheek.Â
His worried look turns to you, a slight wobble in his irises as your thumb strokes the side of his face. âHey⊠Iâm here. Iâm okay. You did such a good job.â You whisper, but yet your voice seems too loud. Sanemi leans into your touch, shutting his eyes as he takes in a shaky breath.Â
It was all fun and games until he had to think of a world without you in it. The bottom line is he wouldnât have a world without you. The grass would shrivel, the color would drain, and sunlight would simply cease to exist. âYou shouldâve told me you couldnât swim.â His brows furrow and he opens his eyes to stare into your very soul. âWhy didnât you tell me? I was so worried YN.â He rolls his lips into a thin line, his chin trembling.Â
Itâs like you lose your breath all at once. This man, the one you thought didnât have an ounce of compassion for you, was about to start crying because you failed to mention your lack of skill. You bump your forehead against his head, kissing his hairline. âYouâre right, Iâm sorry.â At your words he jerks away from your head, his eyes wildly scanning your face. Your breath holds tightly in your throat as time seemingly slows.Â
Then his eyes fall to your lips and everything in the universe pulls you two together into a soft brush of the lips. Given the state of it, hidden behind a white curtain on the infirmary bed, the kiss felt too precious. Too wonderful. Your hand falls from his face and before you have a moment to give in to whatever was happening, Sanemi pulls away. He shoots to a standing position, turning on his heel. Your body cools instantly. Oh. âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have,â He begins, taking a couple of steps toward the curtain. Oh. He quickly glances over his shoulder. âI shouldnât have done that.â He hisses, then rushes out of the building nearly bumping into Shinobu as she walks back with a pill bottle in hand. She jumps back, eyes widening as she watches Sanemi stalk toward the mess hall. If it hadnât been for the heat she mightâve mistaken the red on the tip of his ears as something else.Â
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Weekends are set up for the kids to decide what they want to do. Itâs a free period within reason. Most of them hang out in groups around the buildings, playing games or swimming. Weekends allow the leaders to get chores done around the campgrounds, like picking up trash, organizing things for the next week, arranging laundry, and supervising more involved things.Â
You happened to spend most of the first weekend with a group of girls who wanted to use the craft supplies for next week. Since Sanemi was your co-leader there were times you had to speak with him, which made avoiding him incredibly difficult.Â
The thing that upset you the most was even after he ran off, your heart still flutters at just the sight of him. Werenât you supposed to be the master of your own emotions? It frustrated you to no end how you sought him out in crowds. At first, you tried to convince yourself it was a strategy to avoid him, but when he didnât come to talk to you somehow your heart sank.Â
Before you know it, Monday morning arrives, casting a stormy forecast for the rest of the week. Itâs pouring heavily outside the mess hall windows. Fortunately, your group of kids are behaving even though it couldnât be easy stuck inside all day. Your eyes are drawn to the other group happily stringing beads onto yarn.Â
Sanemi sits amongst them with a warm smile on his face, actively trying not to glance at you. He can feel your gaze on him and it was making his heart feel weird, like heâd just run a mile or hiked up a trail. He presses his lips into a thin line, laughing absentmindedly at one of the boys spilling beads everywhere.Â
The kiss. Thatâs all he could think about and it was ruining his life. All night he tossed and turned thinking about knocking your door down so he could do it again. Regret ran through every fiber of his being when he walked away. He thought heâd gotten over his fears, but it turns out that realizing you might have feelings for your good friend is not the easiest situation to be in. He was in a panic, fucking terrified you would hate him for kissing you. He didnât even ask you, it just happened. What kind of scumbag was he?Â
He groans, turning to face away from you. You huff, rolling your eyes. Fine, he could be that way if he wanted. Heâs the one who kissed you anyway. This was all on Sanemi. Hana nudges her friends Keiko, Mai, and Akane. They all slowly turn to stare at you, then toward Sanemi. Keiko narrows her eyes while tying the knot on her bracelet. âSomethings wrong,â She mumbles, slipping the adorably crafted jewelry onto her arm.Â
Mai and Akane nod vigorously. âWhy are they avoiding each other?â Akane hisses, glancing back at their other leader. Hana shakes her head, stroking her chin in thought.Â
Kenji appears behind the group, causing them all to jump. Mai slaps his shoulder and he giggles. âWhatâcha talkinâ âbout?â He pokes his head in between Akane and Maiâs shoulders. They collectively sigh, rolling their eyes at the annoying boy.Â
Hana gestures to both leaders, pinching her brow. âFor some reason, Mister Sanemi and Miss YN are avoiding each other.â She explains snappily.Â
Kenji pops his head up, glancing at both of you. His mouth forms in the shape of an âoâ. âAh, this reminds me of when my mom and dad would fight and then ignore each other.â Hana perks up at his suggestion, slowly turning to look at her friends.Â
Mai raises a brow and then grabs a piece of yarn. âThereâs only one way to fix this.â She valiantly collects a bunch of green beads to mix with lilac ones. She picks out two heart-shaped beads that sit on either side of a letter in the middle. When sheâs done, two bracelets sit in front of her. One has an âSâ with two red hearts on either side, followed by a pattern of lilac and green. The other is the same, except in the middle is the first letter of your name. âMatching friendship bracelets,â She holds them up, smiling triumphantly.Â
Hana claps her hands together. âWonderfully done Agent Mai, now letâs give it to them!â She grabs the âSâ one from Maiâs hands, running over to your side. âMiss YN!â She yells. âWe made this for you!â Without much consideration for your wrist, she shoves it past your hand.Â
âHere you go Mister Sanemi!â You turn to see Kenji holding what seems to be the same bracelet in front of Sanemiâs face. A roll of thunder shakes the valley outside and his eyes meet yours momentarily. It sends a shock of emotions through you.
Later that night as the rain plips against your window you stare at your wrist in awe. A growl echoes around your room and it takes you a moment to realize it was your stomach. It almost makes you crack a smile. You wouldâve if you werenât in such a daze as you walk out into the living room area.Â
What you donât expect to see is Sanemi leaning against the counter shirtless, with his sweats hanging loosely around his athletic hips. You swallow, taking your time to rake your eyes up his bare chest. When you end up meeting his gaze his lips tug into a smirk. âEnjoy the view?â He mutters, picking a peach up off the counter.Â
Your brows furrow and you cross your arms over your chest defensively. âAs a matter of fact, no Iâm not.â You snap, scoffing and lying through your teeth.Â
Sanemi shrugs, biting into the juicy peach tantalizingly slow. Juices leak from the broken skin, dribbling down his chin as he takes the flesh into his mouth. His tongue darts out to lick up a droplet escaping down the side of the fruit. You gulp as he continues to eat. The noises alone were enough to drive a woman mad, but the fact you were ovulating made everything so much worse. âWant one?â Sanemi asks, licking his lips of all the sticky juice.Â
If you were crazy your mouth would fall open, allowing him to put the one he was eating into your mouth. âNo.â You grumble, yanking a can of Pringles out of the cabinet.Â
Sanemi watches how your ass curves as you stretch to reach into the upper cabinet. âSuit yourself,â He mutters, biting into the peach again. You roll your eyes and march right back into your room, tossing the pringles onto your bed. You ruffle your hair, silently screaming into the night. Fuck that guy for being shirtless. He waltzed around like a whore scrounging for some loose change obviously trying to get a rise out of you. Would the kiss go unmentioned forever? How were you supposed to be around Sanemi when all you could think about was how badly you wanted to jump his bones? Youâre absolutely fucked. You grit your teeth together as you glare at the door. But damn did he have such a perfect body. The sweats, the lazy smile, the damn peach he bit into. It was all torture and he damn well knew it.
He wasnât likely to figure out the full extent of your feelingsâ hell you didnât even know exactly what you felt, but if he kept this up you might as well walk around with a neon sign on your forehead that reads Iâd like to fuck Sanemi Shinazugawa. Maybe then your mother would pay attention to you. Not that you care.
You glance down at your wrist again, the letter âSâ spreading a grin across your face. This was stupid. So stupid. What if Sanemi was still in the other room? Or using the bathroom? What would you do then? You have a pit of desire and you wish Sanemi would clean it off with his teeth. Were you jealous of a peach? Groaning, you slip out of your bottom layer of clothing, discarding it on the floor. Things were getting dangerous. Your thoughts were supplying you with a fantasy world and you were about to become delusional. At least then you wouldnât have to face the reality of this stupid â well, whatever it was.Â
Positioning yourself against the corner of your bed, you spread your legs apart. The cool breeze from the ac hits your damp pussy and the sensation makes you slump against the wall. If Sanemi were between your legs right now heâd probably lick his lips and spread them even wider so he could have full range to lavish his tongue against your sensitive clit. A tiny moan whines from your throat.Â
The image drives you to reach between your thighs, hissing when your fingers brush against your clit. His tongue would feel warm, wet, and slick as it laps at your folds. Your fingers plunge deeper, a strangled moan falling from your mouth.
Your breathing pattern stalls, hiccuping as you work yourself into a frenzy â the inside of your stomach feeling gooey and hot. His long thick fingers would slip into your pussy, teasing the entrance where youâd beg for him to fuck you later. Heâd smirk, pleased with how youâre so desperate for his cock, for all of him. But heâd make you wait, good girls always wait for permission. You groan â a guttural pleasured groan. It rolls through your chest, cracking into a whimper at the end as you edge yourself closer to your crest.Â
Itâs like youâre seeing stars with how your fingers feel, you only wish Sanemi were here, ready to please like he usually is. His words and touch always elicit a response from you. He had to know that. What kind of response would he get out of you as he lined the tip of his cock up at your entrance? Making you bed for him to fuck you unconscious. Youâd be such a good little slut for him. Taking all of him inside your hungry cunt until he clung to your hips, spilling his seed inside of you.Â
A tense pinch of pleasure squeezes your core, crashing through your body with a string of perfectly pretty moans. Sanemi hadnât meant to listen to you masturbating. It was an accident â heâd come to your door to apologize for allowing you to misunderstand his intentions. His knuckles had brushed against the wood of your door when he heard you gasp. Wondering if you were okay he pressed his ear to the door. Then, his muscles tensed as you purred out a moan.Â
Sanemi was a decent man â or so he thought until his hand slips down to his growing bulge. He hisses as you whimper, gasping for air â your bed squeaking with movement. He wants to swing the door open and take in the sight of you sprawled out. What kind of face were you making while moaning like that? More importantly, what were you thinking about?Â
Youâre whimpering and the glint of the beads around Sanemiâs wrist sends his thoughts spiraling. The very same bracelet he wore on his arm was around yours. It was like he was between your legs, pressing his thumb against your clit to proudly watch you squirm in pleasure. His mouth waters, imagining how youâd taste after cumming. His cock aches to burrow into your wet warmth and stay there forever.Â
He presses his forehead to the wood, letting out a tight breath as he strokes his length through the cloth of his sweatpants. If he stayed here any longer it would surely result in him knocking down your door. Not the valiant way he had thought about confessing. Sanemi steps away from your door, cursing under his breath. He holds up his arm, staring at the matching bracelet until he notices the first letter of your name. His gaze slowly makes it way back to the door. Was there an âSâ on yours? For his name? His eyes flutter shut, a trickle of possessiveness racking through his body.Â
Tuesday is finger painting. The kids each get their own easel and insist you and Sanemi paint with them. The morning ends with Sanemi having paint smeared across his face and you with splotches on your arms. The afternoon is bubble painting, which results in bubbles being blown everywhere. Wednesday is crafting things with clay. You proudly present your monstrosity at the end of the day. Sanemi and the kids try their best to compliment whatever you had created, but you can tell theyâre just being nice.Â
When Thursday rolls around the kids want to draw and color all day so Sanemi and you make sure they have lots of construction paper, colors, and other supplies. Youâre sitting with Hanaâs group of friends and Sanemi is across the room with a group of boys, drawing furiously.
Kenji peers down at what Mister Sanemi had drawn. âHey, that kind of looks like Miss YN,â He points at the stick figure holding the hand of the other one. Sanemi covers the page and shakes his head.Â
Kenji somehow manages to push his arms off, grabbing the paper. âOi! Brat, give that back!â He yells as Kenji runs over to your side. You smile down at him as he hands you the page.Â
You cover your heart and your smile grows. âAww, Kenji did you draw this?â You ask, your voice softening.Â
He shakes his head vigorously. âNope! Mister Sanemi drew you and him holding hands!â You glance up, meeting the flushed face of Sanemi standing over Kenji. His eyes look pleading as you drop your eyes to the drawing again. It did kind of look like you, but that would be impossible. Why would Sanemi draw something like this?Â
âYN, listenâŠâ He starts, brushing up against you. Your body stiffens at his close proximity. âI hadnât finished, I was going to draw the kids in next.â He explains. You wish he would step back from your side because his warmth is driving you insane.Â
Kenji giggles as he rushes back to his group of friends. âIt wouldnât matter anyway.â You state, handing the drawing back to Sanemi. âI could honestly care less what you draw.â You smile sarcastically and turn back to your group. Sanemi stands behind you for a moment, his heart yearning to reach out and touch you again â but he doesnât want to make you feel uncomfortable. He obviously already fucked up when he kissed you, after all youâd been avoiding him. It was best that he kept his distance to figure out how to talk to you and give you space so youâd listen to him.
The next morning you manage to chow down your breakfast before Sanemi enters the kitchen area. In all honesty, you were aware thinking about someone you were mad at while masturbating⊠wasnât the best look. You didnât want to think about the realities of what that meant for you since Sanemi was still being an asshole about the whole innocent kiss thing. The thoughts going through your head last night were far from innocent.Â
Youâre sitting in a lawn chair, writing down some ideas for todayâs craft. The kids had to make puppets and come up with a script to perform in the afternoon. With your group of kids, things were bound to go smoothly. You grin, shutting your notebook and checking the time on your phone. It was almost time for the kids to meet you and Sanemi near the picnic benches. You glare at your cabin, waiting for the white-haired male to step out of his door at any moment. The knob turns and you quickly act like you werenât blatantly waiting for him. âMorninâ YN,â Sanemi calls, jogging up to your side. You roll your eyes, glancing at the casually attractive outfit he has on. A pair of fitted black shorts that accentuate the size of his muscular thighs with a loose gray shirt tucked into one side.Â
He plops down next to you. âWhy were you so late?â You interrogate. Sanemi quirks an easy smirk, eyeing you out of the corner of his eye.
Sanemi props one of his legs over the other, leaning further into the chair. âI had to take a shower,â He begins, raising his brows. âCouldâve used the company.â He cocks his head toward you, his lilac eyes filling with an expression you couldnât pinpoint.Â
Your brows furrow despite the blush spreading across your cheeks. âScared of showering by yourself just like youâre scared of kissing people?â You snap and his playfulness is immediately wiped off his face. Where were these words coming from? Were you going crazy? The inside voices are becoming the outside voices! Itâs too late now to back peddle. You scoff, turning away from him. âDonât, I know you regret and itâs fine. I just figured you wouldâve cut back on the flirting.â You push out of the chair. âIâm not some girl you can flirt with for the summer and then fuck off to wherever, okay? If youâre going to accidentally kiss me then fucking own up to it and talk to me like an adult. You made me feel so uncomfortable because I somehow thought it was my fault. So this whole cool-guy act needs to stop. Until we have a real conversation about what happened I would rather go back to friendly hating each other.âÂ
As you stomp away Sanemi feels the âoh shitâ factor roll through him. While heâd been trying to figure out his feelings toward you, heâd been allowing you to figure it out for him. You assumed he wanted some summer fun and thought better after kissing you, but that wasnât it at all. Sanemi was falling, so fucking deeply in love with you. He had been ever since you were kids, but as a boy who grew up barely knowing what kindness was, it was hard to seek out those emotions. Now looking back to how he felt when you ran away into the woods that night⊠he realizes the panic of finding your mother was so you would be found as quickly as possible. No one saw you for a week after that and heâs still not sure what happened, but he knew it wasnât good.Â
He was stronger now and heâd stand up to your demons, slaying them with you by his side. He would protect you no matter what, but right now he had to explain this misunderstanding before it was too late. Kissing you was the best thing to happen to him â accident or not. It made him forget how shitty his life was and how blissful it could be by just seeing you. Heâd fucked up.
After cooling off you wandered back to the growing group of children that rush you when they spot you. It makes your heart warm that theyâre so excited. Sanemi watches you from a distance and youâre glad he seems to finally be listening to you.Â
Leading the kids to the mess hall through the light morning rain is more peaceful than it should be. No one tries to jump in the mud, they stay in between you and Sanemi, walking politely. When you explain in detail what theyâre supposed to do all of them get to work using craft paper and whatever was leftover from the week. The morning blows past and suddenly youâre sitting in a seat next to Sanemi as groups of kids put on puppet shows. Some of them make you snort with laughter and others are downright works of art. Then, Hana and her group of friends present their show. A spikey white-haired puppet and one that looks eerily like you pop up into the makeshift theater.Â
Your eyes widen realizing whatâs going on. âHi there darling! I sure do love your face!â Kenji yells, playing the white-haired puppet.Â
Slowly you and Sanemi make eye contact. âWe should love each otherâs faces forever. Then love our babyâs faces. Then love our-â
You shoot into a standing position, clapping your hands together. âOkay, thatâll wrap up the puppet shows everyone!â You demand, laughing nervously. What the actual fuck? You whisk around to glare at Hana and Kenji dramatically making the two puppets kiss. âOi, William Shakespear and Agatha Cristi get over here, now.â You point to the spot next to you and Sanemi. Akane and Mai scurry away with the rest of the kids heading toward the snack table.Â
Kenji and Hana meander toward you; pouts puffing out their bottom lips. âGuys, you canât keep doing this.â Sanemi gestures to the puppets on their hands. âMiss YN and I arenât some story you can just use willy-nilly. Weâre real people with real emotions.âÂ
A scoffed laugh falls from your lips. âMister Sanemi has a hard time with emotions anyway, thatâs why this show wasnât even true to life. He would never call someone darling.â You explain dully.Â
Hana shakes her head, pointing to Sanemi. âNu-uh! He called you darling the other day!â She exclaims. You glance at Sanemi and then drag a hand down your face.Â
âHana, this isnât something you should be concerned with.â
âBut we just want you and Mister Sanemi to make up.â She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. âItâs no fun while you guys are fighting.â Your eyes bulge as she talks. Did the kids care that much? And they noticed? Gosh, that was kind of sweet.Â
Sanemi leans forward, ruffling Hanaâs hair. âDonât worry about it kiddo, weâll work on it.â He glances at you with a slight smile. A sigh rushes through you as you nod in agreement. Kenji and Hana rush off to the snack table to join their friends. You can remember a time when you and Sanemi played pranks on the camp leaders. A growing ache suffocates your next breath. You peek at him, wondering where things went wrong. Part of you was mad that he walked away after the kiss and another part was angry because you enjoyed it so much. No matter what happened it felt like you couldnât be friends with him. It was like the universe was keeping you away from each other for a reason unbeknownst to you.
When you both get back to the cabin nothing gets talked about. Itâs an awful feeling, like abandonment all over again. Sanemi didnât care enough about you to talk or explain why he kissed you. Everything was so nice until that stupid kiss that you couldnât stop thinking about. The fact that it was that good, yet lasted about two seconds drives you mad.Â
Itâs not until Saturday morning as the sky quakes with thunder and heavy rain, that you decide enough is enough. If he wasnât going to talk to you, then youâd have to take it into your own hands. That was until there was a knock on your outside door. You get out of bed and open it to find Yena holding an umbrella. Her eyes are filled with some sort of sorrow as she blows out a heavy breath. âYN, deary, I need to speak with one of your kiddos. Can you bring Kenji to the main office? His mother is on the phone.â She explains, a sad smile creasing her lips. You nod your head, looking toward the cabin you knew Kenji was sleeping in.Â
You look back to Yena, wondering how serious it was for her to be so affected by it. âYeah. Let me get dressed and Iâll bring him over before 8.â You reply, a cool wash of anxiety coating your insides. Yena nods.Â
âIâll see you then.â She turns to leave, walking out into the downpour. You study her retreating form before shaking off the dreadful feeling that was wrapping around you. After slipping into a comfy pair of shorts and a hoodie you run over to cabin 3.Â
Knocking on the door a sleepy boy answers the door. You recognize him as Mikey, one of Kenjiâs close friends. âHey Mikey can you get Kenji for me, please? Tell him to get dressed and meet me out here.â You explain and the little boy shuts the door.Â
A couple of minutes later Kenji pops out of the door, eagerly running up to you. He hugs your legs and bounces up and down. âAre we going on a special mission Miss YN!?â He yells, grabbing onto your hand. For some reason your heart aches, sensing something is off.
You bend down to his level anyway, putting on your biggest grin. âWe sure are! I needed my bravest soldier to help me on a secret quest.â Your face becomes stern and Kenji giggles, running around in a circle.Â
âDonât worry Miss YN! Iâll protect you! Didâya know Iâm stronger than Mister Sanemi!?â He squeals, punching the air. You stand up, laughing off his comment about your co-leader. All those years carrying you around and taking care of his little brother were bound to build up excess strength. Plus those muscles of his were no jokeâŠ
Kenji latches onto your hand again as you walk the path to the main office. Itâs not raining as hard as it was moments ago, but thunder still rolls through the sky. You walk him through the main office door, Yena waiting behind the counter with the phone pressed to her ear. She spots Kenji and waves him over. He sends a look at you over his shoulder before releasing your hand to walk to Yenaâs side. She hands him the phone and his face instantly drops.
The hands of your past crawl back into your stomach, clawing out anything good and leaving behind gouges of trauma, boiling toward your throat. Kenjiâs eyes start trembling as he clutches the phone to his ear. âNo! No! You canât!â He suddenly yells, pushing the phone away from him, sobs flooding from his mouth. You take a step toward him but he angrily glares at you before bursting through the front door. Yena slumps defeatedly against the wall.Â
You glance at the door still swinging shut. âYena, whatâs going on?â You inquire softly, terrified of the answer sheâd give you.
She looks up, a pained expression taking the light away from her face. âKenjiâs parents are divorcing. His father isnât going to be there when he gets back.âÂ
Her words coast around in your brain before you turn on your heel and bolt after Kenji. No, no, please no. The similarities between your past and this moment is laughable as you cut through the trees. Your eyes wildly search for little Kenji, anywhere, somewhere. Thunder claps above your head but you ignore it, traveling further into the woods. âKenji!â You scream, rain spitting into your eyes. âKenji please come back!â You yell, cupping your hands around your mouth. You feel empty, yet full of terror. The same way you felt back then when your mother kicked your dad out of your life. The man that would take care of you when your mother got too angry or too drunk. He was gone forever, your protector. Left you to be fed to the monsters your mother harbored.Â
You split through a clearing, breathing heavily as the rain comes down with torrential intent. You feel like crying, screaming, throwing yourself off a cliff even, but you catch a glimpse of Kenjiâs red shirt huddled up against the hallow of a tree. âMiss YN!â He cries, holding out his arms for you. âIâm scared.â You rush to his side, bringing him tightly to your chest.Â
The both of you cling to each other under the cover of the tree, sobbing with the sky. âItâs okay, itâs okay, Iâm here.â You breathe, stroking his head. Kenji curls up in your arms, trembling with tiny hiccups. You knew these woods like the back of your hand, but as the rain blurs your vision the realization crashes over you.Â
You had no idea where you were.
Sanemi watches the rain from his window, wondering what you were doing right now. He grunts as he slides off his bed, heading through the kitchen area to your door. He knocks lightly, aware that you might still be sleeping. âYN?â He calls out softly, but you donât respond. He furrows his brows knocking harder. âYN?â His voice is firmer, but yet nothing comes from your room. He reached for the knob, twisting it open with ease. The door swings open revealing your empty room. He glances around, breathing in your scent and trying to push down the excitement of being in your personal space. He moves around your room, heading toward your outside door. He walks through it, feeling the cool breeze of the storm against his skin.Â
Where were you? He spots a group of boys sitting outside their cabin. He jogs over to them through the rain, stopping under the cover of their deck. âWhatâcha up to?â Sanemi inquires, planning on asking them if theyâd seen where you went.Â
One of them looks at him. âMiss YN took Kenji and weâre waiting for him to come back because he wanted to play games with us.â He explains and Sanemi quirks a brow.
What was that about? âDo you know where?â Sanemi pushes. The same one that was talking to him shakes his head.
âThey were headed toward the main office, but Iâm not sure where exactly they were headed.â Sanemi thanks the group of boys before running toward the main office. When he swings open the door Yena is sitting at her desk with her head in her hands. She glances up when he walks further into the door.Â
Her features soften, a worried expression crossing her face. âOh Sanemi, thank goodness. Iâm so worried.â She rises from her seat, crossing over the carpet to his side.Â
A sense of dread hits the pit of his stomach like a weight of bricks. What was going on? Where were you? Why did Yena look so anxious? âWhatâs wrong?â Sanemi glances around the office, wishing that youâd pop out to surprise him.Â
Yena places a hand on his shoulder, turning his attention back to her. âKenji ran into the woods and YN followed him.â She explains.Â
The feeling of concern amplifies as his blood cools. Not the woods again. âWhen?â He snaps, a strike of lightning illuminating the sky. Yena sighs, glancing at the clock on the wall.Â
âAbout an hour ago,â She trails off, furrowing her brows together. âSanemi, please, find them.â Without a second thought, he runs into the woods. A flash of when he was younger causes him to halt at the tree line. His heart is beating erratically in his chest as he stares through the trunks of thick forest. Heâd been too scared to continue on back then, but you were probably frightened too. Who was he to love you if he couldnât face your terror? Itâs then that he lifts up his wrist to view the matching bracelet. He shakes off his nerves and starts jogging through the foliage.
The rain soaks through his shirt, slicking his hair to the side of his face. He had to find you. Just a week ago you nearly drowned on his watch because of a stupid bet and now you were lost in the woods during a strong storm. Were you trying to test his patience? No⊠you most likely ran after Kenji because of your inner child. Something wanted to heal that part of you. Being a child was difficult, especially when you were taught that emotions were wrong.Â
Sanemi can remember the way your mother screamed as he pulled you angrily by your arm. Her grip left marks on you, red splotches of hatred spanning your tiny arm. She was cursing, screeching about how much of an embarrassment you were, if you loved your father so much then why didnât you go find him? She was a pure blur of her past demons boiling up into one entity â against her own daughter.Â
Now, he would plunge a sword through her heart and save you from the wild beast. Take you away somewhere safe. If only heâd understood more back then. It was all his fault. He had no right to have these feelings toward you when all he caused you was turmoil. Yet, he canât help but see your smiling face, blushing cheeks, and sparkling eyes. The way you stop to smell the breeze of the lake. How joyful you are with the kids, genuinely caring for them. Your sassy remarks when he got too flirtatious with you. The way your lips felt against his in that blissful moment. He⊠truly loved you. Every ounce, curve, and flaw. âYN!â He screams, the beating of his heart echoing in his ears.Â
Sanemi wants to tell you everything, instead of running to someone else. This was between you and him. He couldnât last another second without telling you how much you meant to him. âYN! Where are you!?â Heâs scanning the treeline, worry creasing his brows.Â
You and Kenji still, then look at each other. âIs that Mister Sanemi?â He asks, eyes welling with tears again. You brush your thumb over his plump cheeks, soothing him.
Itâs not helpful that your heart picks up its beating rate at the thought. Sanemi had come to find you â well you and Kenji. Regardless, youâre a little too happy about it. âOver here!â You scream, covering Kenjiâs ears.Â
Sanemiâs heart thumps against his ribcage as he hears you scream back for him. He glances around his surroundings, his eyes finally landing on a hint of red in the distance. âHold on! Iâm coming!â He charges toward the area your voice came from.Â
He sees your face, a sloppy mess of tears and wet hair, and he wants to drop to his knees. âThank goodnessâŠâ You whisper, letting Kenji run to hug Sanemiâs legs. His eyes are locked on your every movement, studying if you are okay.Â
âWe need to get you back, I donât think you couldâve made it out of the forest.â Sanemi holds Kenjiâs hand, waiting for you to start following him. Something holds you back though, a sinking feeling of guilt or shame â you werenât sure which.Â
You had cried and hidden away just like when you were younger. Sanemi didnât come to save you⊠he came to prove a point. You were still just that little girl, running away from her problems. Youâre silent the whole way back, emotions dancing with thoughts. Yena hugs you and then yells at you for running out without a map. Kenji is sent to get a check-up from Shinobu. Everything feels like itâs underwater, floating past you. Only when youâre in front of your cabin do you snap out of the daze, peering up at Sanemi. âYou didnât think I could make it out on my ownâŠâ You mutter. He turns to you, knitting his brows together. âI thought you were there to save me, but you were just there to prove that you could do it. It had nothing to do with me.â Your body feels frozen, numb even.Â
Sanemi opens the door to his room. âThatâs not it at all. Just give me a moment and we can talk about this later.â He replies, closing his door behind him. Later huh? You didnât want later. Now was later.Â
You rush to his door, swinging it open angrily. âNo, you donât get to walk away. Weâre talking about this now.â You snap, taking in Sanemi without a shirt. Why did he always have no shirt on? You halt, mouth gaping.Â
He sighs, tossing his wet shirt into his hamper. âFine, you want to talk, letâs talk. It was careless of you to just run after Kenji like that.â He hisses, motioning to you. âDo you know how worried everyone was? I understand why you did it, but what if something had happened to the both of you? What then YN?âÂ
You march up to him, poking at his chest. âYou donât understand shit Sanemi! Kenji ran into the forest. What was I supposed to do? Stand there and wait for some big muscley man to go in and find him? I did what felt right and you cannot blame me for that!â Your voice is quaking, on the verge of tears.Â
Sanemi scoffs, throwing his hands up in the air. âIâm not blaming you! For fuckâs sake can you stop thinking that everyone is out to get you!? I am not your mother. I care about you and blame myself every fucking day for what happened back then.â Wow. Did he really just bring up your mother? A tormenting ache twists your gut, sucking up any energy you had left.
His nostrils are flaring and your body buzzes with a newfound heat. Itâs anger, itâs sexual frustration, and its adrenaline all wrapped up into one. âYeah well, you have a real funny way of showing how sorry you are. Itâs so funny how you can kiss me one day and then act like nothing happened the next.â You laugh tightly and watch as his brows shoot up.
A sarcastic laugh bubbles out of his throat. âUnlike you, I donât face everything head-on. I was terrified after I kissed you, because yes I kissed you. Do you have any idea how confusing it is to realize after all these years that Iâm in love with you? Then to realize that Iâve fucked up so massively that thereâs zero chance of anything ever happening?â He hisses, rolling his lips into a tight line after his confession. This wasnât how he pictured telling you, but at least it was out there now for you to hear.
Your body tenses, staring at Sanemi with wild eyes. Love? He was in love with you? It was like a slap in the face and a warm blanket at the same time. âThen fucking change my mind,â You order.Â
Sanemiâs eyes widen and his throat bobs with nerves. âYâknow I love it when you get bossy,â He whispers, grabbing your face with gentle vigor. The kiss starts off soft and genuine. Your hands travel into his soft hair, moaning lightly against his lips when his hands find their way to your ass. Thatâs when something animalistic awakens in the both of you. Sanemi spins you around and walks you back against the wall, pressing his knee between your legs. You groan through your mouth at the lovely pressure.Â
His lips work against yours, deepening the kiss into something feral and needy. âGod, I want you.â You huff out between a break. You feel a cocky smirk on your neck where Sanemi nips at the junction of your shoulder. All those times you imagined the quick peck between you both was nothing compared to this. Kissing Sanemi was like pouring hot magma onto a frozen lake. Your body was alive with pinpricks of electricity.Â
You peer down, shakily watching him explore the planes of your body. This was all too much. He was someone you cherished, someone you hated⊠someone you â was it possible for you to even love someone? You care deeply for your friends, the kids, and this camp⊠but love? It's something so deep, so pure that it transcends everything. Did you love Sanemi Shinazugawa or were you crushing on him? The line was thin, but at the same time a cavern impossible to jump over. âHey hey hey, where did you drift off to?â His voice breaks you out of the daze you were in. Your eyes blink up to meet his, soft and beautiful.
His warm hand reaches up to cup your cheek. âDo you need me to stop? I got caught up in my own selfish desiresâŠâ He trails off, looking away bashfully. Huh? Was this gruff man actuallyâŠadorable?Â
Leaning into his hand you shake your head. âI was just thinking about insecurities,â You laugh, meeting his gaze. Sanemiâs face softens and for once you wish your home life had been different. There were times you were grateful that what happened to you made you stronger, more resilient to peopleâs bullshit. Spinning it into a postive made you think less about the trauma. Now⊠you want to be something soft Sanemi can mold with his love. You yearn to fall into his blanketed warmth where somehow youâd be safe. âBut Iâm better now.â You finish, realizing all at once that it didnât matter if you loved him, because you could love him. Love was something you were able to feel, eventually, that is. He could teach you. âSanemi, I really like you⊠do you think â do you think we could continue kissing?â
An airy laugh blows through his nose as he guides you into a sitting positon on his bed. âMâcourse, just let me know if you want to stop.â His eyes light up micheviously, bending down to peck your lips teasingly. He sinks to his knees, sliding his hands down your outter thighs.Â
Sanemi was never someone you thought would stun you into silence, but as his gaze drops to the apex of your legs it suddenly becomes hard to speak. âWhat? Got no smart ass response?â He glances smugly up at you, rolling his tongue over his lips. Instead of replying you spread your legs apart for him. Your action brings his longing attention back to your clothed pussy, which clamps on nothing. âMmm, I guess your body can do enough speaking,â He hooks a finger into your shorts, pulling them down your waist. âSâpretty.â He hisses, reveling in the way your panties cling to the dampness of your cunt. âAll mine,â Heâs muttering to himself like a mad man and maybe he was, but it brings a flush to your cheeks.Â
You squirm to fling your short to the side of his room, wiggling out of your underwear next. He watches like heâll die if he looks away. âSanemi I canât hold back, please, I need you to do something.â You give him enough room to stay between your legs. His smirk worries you only slightly.
He stands, the girth of his cock outlined in his pants. âJust remember you asked for this. Weâll have plenty of time to take it slow later, but right now I canât wait anymore either.â His eyes are a dark brooding purple as he slips the belt out of its loops smoothly. Itâs one of the hottest things youâve ever witnessed. Your childhood friend was about to fuck your brains out and the fact that youâd been fighting only made the tension in the room that much thicker.Â
Sanemiâs cock is longer than anyone youâd been with before and you canât seem to look away from it. How the head weeps and is blush pink with untouched desire. Heâs barely holding on, but the weight of reality slaps you across the face. âDo you have a condom?â You quip and he freezes. His cheeks blush as he glances at his nightstand.Â
âCanât think why I wouldnât pack condoms coming to a job where Iâve never had sex beforeâŠfuck. I can stop if you want to, I wouldnât dare-â
âSanemi, I could care less. Right now all I want is you. Weâll figure it out together.â You grab the back of his neck to bring him in for a kiss. As his lips work against yours he lines himself up at your entrance, brushing the head of his cock against the slick of your arousal. He hisses into your mouth as the tip slips into your warmth. A shaky moan echoes through both of you as you push your foreheads together to watch his cock slide into your pretty pussy.Â
You blow out a breath, throwing your head back in utter bliss. Sanemi fills you out beautifully, stretching your walls just enough to send shivers up your spine. âYou feel perfectâŠyouâre perfect,â Sanemi kisses you, slowly starting to move his hips. The muscles in your stomach tense with a hot iron of pressure.Â
âHaa, Sanemi, please,â You begin but he snaps his hips into yours. A loud slap of skin rattles through his room. Your eyes go wide and a sharp gasp pushes through your body.Â
He grins over you, sliding back on his knees and bringing you with him. âMmm, shh babygirl, mâgonna take care of you.â He strings your legs over his hips, rocking you on his cock.Â
Moans burst from your mouth as you cling to his neck. âFâ Sanemi,â You gasp, his cock plunging deeper into your pussy than the previous postion.Â
âThatâs it, let go pretty girl,â Sanemi burrows into you, a fucked out grin coating his lips. You feel like youâre almost split in two, but the sting bleeds into a sharp pleasurable throb. It radiates through your core, spreading tingles across your skin. Your head lolls to the side a bolt of electricity twisting around your stomach, coating it in the crashing waves of your climax. Youâre both panting as Sanemi fucks into you, gripping your hips onto him.Â
The overstimulation makes you squirm on top of him, but he chaces his own crest, finally finding it when you grip the back of his head, fisting his hair. Warm cum coats your insides, Sanemi gently laying you back down on the mattress. You feel gooey inside, but thereâs a silent happiness that brings a smile to your face.Â
âFuck, Iâm so sorry, I promise next time Iâll last longer- I, IâŠshit let me go get you a rag.â Sanemi pushes himself up on his elbows but you caress his cheek, calming the anxious glaze in his eyes.Â
âNo, stay.â Heâd finally found you⊠and you werenât about to let him out of your sight for a long long time. Â
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