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rinisbowen · 2 years ago
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howdy folks... long time no talk... i promised i’d explain Why i’m here... after MONTHS of being absent... and so yeah- here i am. 
so in the time i’ve been gone... a lot has changed in my life, and the major explanation for my absence is i simply haven’t had the time to focus on these things... and in the last couple of months, i’ve actually been on the opposite side of the country, doing an internship. it’s been an amazing experience, and i’m actually currently looking for a job here since the internship ended this past week. have an interview tomorrow even, which is cool.
BUT- why i’m on here now, saying all this, is a friend of mine i’ve made in the time i’ve been absent, was talking to me regarding writing styles and such and the narratives influencing the way you write them... and idk how many of y’all remember or knew that i wrote aus/fic... beyond the whole uh- media analysis stuff i used to do on here and enjoyed for a while... bc i don’t think i tended to publicize that here much... 
but if you’re someone who did know that, you probably remember my biggest / most in depth au... xoxo... a project that i was reminded of GREATLY by my conversation with my friend tonight. now i feel bad leaving All of my aus unfinished like that, it was truly never my intention to abandon any of my work, life just... got in the way. but i feel especially sad over xoxo... and this is me getting on my tumblr blog that i haven’t used in ages besides that day we thought twitter might go down. and hadn’t touched in so long before that... 
saying that, i think i’m gonna try to get back into writing xoxo... and i think i’m going to make a concerted effort to finish it. i don’t know when the next update is going to be. i don’t know if i will 100% finish this au. but i do know i want to try to write it again. because i miss it. and i miss the lovely people i would talk about it with. and if even a handful of them are still interested in the story- or even 1 or 2... that would be worth it for me. and hey, maybe it’ll find some new readers too. which honestly- could make it all that much more fulfilling.
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for the sake of everyone who Doesn’t know what i’m talking about but is interested or needs/wants reminding / wants to reread her...
LINK HERE
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darlingrini · 19 days ago
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Been going down a rabbit hole of MLP Grimdark/Creepypasta/Infection AU's so course had to draw my two ponies in the setting ;3ccc
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missowo · 5 months ago
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Oh shit more doodles of my dummy doorrune aus.
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the-rini-rush · 25 days ago
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CLAP IT UP ! DELUXE 💓 NEWEST ALBUM SINCE DEBUT 💓
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”it’s not an actual deluxe album i just thought it sounded fancier that way…” - Rini
💓 Additional Notes !
With 9 songs overloaded enthusiasm and new day excitement, Rini comes out with their second album since debut!
♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪ (ooc)
omg i’m so delulu in this type of way (๑>◡<๑)
TAKEN PLACE IN @soleilonthesun ‘s SOLEILVERSE, INSPO FOR ART GOES TO THEM ><
but i made that album title 😋😋
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jinxedfuture · 6 months ago
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more silly hisoillu parents au shenanigans. ill write their story one day. possibly in the form of one shots tbh lol
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orochiposting · 13 days ago
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RiSo🐇🩸| Happy Halloween 🎃🖤
art credit - @ hoshimizuno on insta
There is no costume more fitting for the blood-sucking curse user than a vampire. And this year, she managed to convince Choso to match alongside her <3
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this YCH was SUCH a smart idea and I’m so so glad I got it 🥹 the different bgs are all gorgeous and the trick or treat one is so cute— and of course Rini and the love of her silly life both look PERFECTT 🥰 the way she’s looking at him makes me so happyyyy ❤️‍🩹 I’ve been waiting to get Rini as a vampire forever and I’m SO happy how it turned out AND that Choso is one with her 🥹 tysm to the lovely @ hoshimizuno for this lovely YCH !! it was lovely commissioning her again 🥰
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onerichanchan · 4 months ago
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ship dynamic
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apolsup · 3 months ago
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Finally decided to make my Bons (& Usagis) family tree!
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Sooo yeah, there it is
some stuff under the cut
I didn't give them faces n stuff but Bon, and Rini (Usagi) got their dimple(s) thanks to their (maternal) grandfather, Simran too got it from him but Harleen didn't get em bc she's more like her mom. Rini looks a lot like her dad btw, and uhhh Bon has his mothers eye shape but the color is all Ed's
I've been researching Punjabi culture, its a bit hard to find info that I can be assured its legit especially with how names work in comparison to Japanese culture that is much easier due to the giant amount of info there is but yeah, will work hard to make it not stupidly wrong! (if anything looks wrong pls let me know)
I understand that for women its [first/given name] [middle] [fathers last name if not married]/[husbands last name if married]
OH SHIT WAIT NO I GOT MY RINI AND LOON INFO MIXED UP NOOOOO
Ok ok uhhhhh wait, so Rini and her parents lived in Japan until her dad sadly passed away, so her mom decided to move to [location], Rini can now interact with her favorite only cousin and uhh she has no siblings sorry that was Loon I got it wrong WHOOPSIE DAISY
Uhhh fun fact Rini means little bunny and I chose it bc her last name already means rabbit so why not make it match and uhhhhh thats it
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portwellbabes · 9 months ago
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Happy Valentine’s day ;)
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heartfe1t · 9 months ago
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@inspotlight
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   ❝    so... you must be nini! bryleigh's told me about you!    ❞    brynn's got a smile on her face as she walks over to the brunette, ever the hostess even in heels and a bikini. honestly she doesn't know how to evaluate the situation. she has no idea if nini will even want to be friendly with her.   ❝    i don't know if you know anyone else here, and i know ricky and bry have plans, so... i thought i'd come introduce myself and maybe we can hang out?    ❞    it is brynn's pool party, not bryleigh's, but... she's happy to make more friends, and well- if her sister wanted alone time with her boyfriend why wouldn't she help make that a little easier.
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storiesfromhalcyontale · 10 months ago
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How the chess pieces fall
Inevitably, the game is always won either by yourself or your opponent. It’s how we play that sets the stage for the game to be interesting, it’s how the chess pieces fall. You either see yourself win, or you fail and become one of the many pieces that fall. You must use your fellow peers to your advantage to get the best possibility at success, even if it ruins their lives.
Or so I thought.
I sat in the cafeteria eating a pizza and drinking Randor Splash as I glared over at a particular group that were studying for upcoming exams, I didn’t understand. I severed that orphan’s connections with Ronin and yet he’s gotten new friends. The Dreemur child and the scholar, they’ve become friends and in actuality better friends than Ronin ever was. Mainly because he didn’t turn on Sho for power which annoyed me because no matter how hard I tried to reset the status quo and make Shoto alone again it always came off flat. I don’t understand what the Dreemurr child saw in Shoto but it clearly made him more social and clearly more outgoing than the time he and Ronin weren’t friends.
“Eren, you're staring at Sho again.” Aiya mentioned as she tapped my shoulder, I turned to Aiya as I sighed.
“Sorry. I’m just annoyed that Shoto has new friends somehow.” I grumbled, “All that hard work I did to separate him and Ronin was for nothing.” “I say drop it now Eren.” Aiya reassured me, “I’m ninety-nine percent sure you’ve completely demolished their friendship.” This was true, there was no possibility that Shoto and Ronin would ever become friends again. The betrayal that he did was impossible for Shoto to forgive him for. “Still, it’s really annoying.” I stated. 
I should probably talk about the figurative elephant in the room, yes I did torment Shoto awhile after he found me and Aiya tormenting a kid. That’s when he decided to give Ronin the ultimatum between me and Aiya or himself. Ronin, for being a good guy, is a coward so he chose power over friendship. And that’s how Shoto became lonely, his friend chose power over his friendship with him. A fatal human flaw I saw first-hand that day, it was funny for me but not for Shoto. “It’s still annoying that he’s able to be happy with his friends.” My grasp on Shoto was loosening, my tactics of control by presenting myself as a perfect student whilst hiding my true personality behind a facade. Mainly because I’m from a rich family and they help fund the school but also it helps develop a fake layer of trust for me to manipulate people, it worked for Ronin at least and I was able to puppet him to make sure he was separated from Shoto.
I looked away from the group of three and turned my attention to Ronin, having just left the lunch queue with just a chocolate cookie and he looked quite annoyed. Maybe because the queue was quite long today.
“That took ages…” Ronin, quite annoyed, took a seat next to Aiya and began eating, “I swear multiple younger years pushed in front of me.” Aiya turned to Ronin. 
“I wouldn’t worry about it too much.” She stated kindly. I, however, kept silent, I was disinterested in the conversation. I wasn’t tired or anything, just disinterested. I was planning on how I could separate Shoto from his friends again but nothing was coming to my mind. Unlike Ronin, Asriel is a good kid and Akemi is a scholarly kid. Both compliment Shoto’s personality perfectly.
I could be in a checkmate here.
A loss against the most idiotic boy in this academy in the game he doesn’t even realise he’s playing. There’s no way I was going to lose to him! Yet, this weird loss interests me.
How could someone like him, someone who isn’t as smart as his other friends, beat me? That was something I didn’t understand. Akemi was just as smart as me and Asriel is new on the block yet Shoto was able to become friends with them, and he was doing this by being a genuinely good person. Not even playing the figurative chess game that is life, just living. That’s why I envy Shoto, he’s too nice and he’s not even using it to his advantage. He could be up there with me! And yet… he chooses to be genuine. I turned to look at Ronin who was now looking in the same direction I was a moment ago. I decided not to say anything, as I couldn’t be too bothered to hear him talk about how guilty he was that he abandoned Sho. He could just leave, it wouldn’t make much difference to me. But he’s too attached to the power that being friends with me has. I looked back over at Shoto.
There’s still a game here, a game that I was now losing.
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sansllura · 1 year ago
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Tatsuma Rini aka my dream woman.
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missowo · 4 months ago
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Huh????
(Imagine you play undertale and then kris deltarune breaking your savepoint/jk)
Previous >> Next. (A little Special?)
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the-rini-rush · 27 days ago
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🔆 rini x SoleilUniverse 🔆
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i don’t have dyed hair but i do in thiz universe soooo
this one specifically makes me jump for joy
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in this au i’m just an jpop idol 🗣️🗣️🙏🙏🙏
@soleilonthesun thanks for the random art inspo, now when you interview me you have this to fill in the blanks :P
wait omg… who is rini cheering fo⁉️⁉️⁉️
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kepsik · 4 days ago
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AU based on the DBH, I love this game so much!!
Ratio mainly works as a tutor and mechanic in his spare time, due to the loss of interest among people in learning from people themselves. He was trained in android repair and everything related to them, was going to get a job at CPC in the android improvement department, but was refused.
Aventurine android with the code "KA700" was created for personal use, but for an unknown (spoiler) reason he became an office assistant to CPC (Cyber Peace Corporation). He was thrown into a landfill for an unknown reason. (spoiler)
Veritas found Aven in a landfill of discarded androids, the guy looked completely new, out of curiosity he took him home. Rinie DOESN'T get hurt during component transplantation, all he's afraid of is turn off permanently during component replacement.(he begged Ratio not to turn him off)
I will try to write this story further if you like it! I have a lot more to tell you.
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aduh0308 · 27 days ago
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i'll make you stay [huening kai]
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kinktober 2024 !! summary: when a day on the beach with your friends turns into you getting stranded alone on an island, the last thing you expect is a fairy boy to come out of the shadows. genre: fairy au, smut warnings: fairy!hyuka, telepath!kai, dubcon (at times), corruption, dom!kai, sub!reader, innocent!reader, virgin!reader, piv sex, unprotected sex, possessive breeding kink, masturbation (f. receiving), slight dumbification, lots of touching, he calls reader “darling”, “pretty” and “pretty girl”, reader’s shorter than him, they bathe together, cuddling, they fuck on the ground, fingering, slight overstim (f. receiving), dacryphilia, references to kai being some sort of immortal word count: 7.6k 🎧 — venice bitch (lana del rey) + I want to (rosenfeld) + aphrodite (RINI) + bambi (baekhyun) + sugar rush ride (txt) tagging: @stolasisyourparent @boba-beom @prince-jjae @yoseicour @wand3rlustm3
They told you to stay off that island. 
Everyone knew something was off about it— the ones who came back were never the same again, mumbling about an ominous “them” who hid in the woods on the island. No one knew who the victims were talking about, but it was enough to form urban legends that spread further than just the borders of your small coastal town. 
You didn’t believe the stories. It was just superstition, there was probably something there that people didn’t want found. 
And that belief is exactly how you find yourself stranded on that island.
˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗
“Get on, loser!”
Your best friend grins at you from the front of a jet ski. It’s her beach house you’re at this summer— her family’s wealthy. Wealthy enough that they have four houses scattered across the country. 
You slide onto the back of the jet ski, and she speeds after the other four of your friend group. The rush of air flings your hair out of your face, the spray of the sea dotting your skin. You’ve always loved being at this house. It’s right on the shore, and the sound of the waves rolling against the sand is calming at night. Especially because sometimes, when it’s raining, it’s so loud that it drowns out the sound of two of your friends railing.
“Hey, Lila!” You shout in the ear of your best friend. “We should go to that island!”
She cocks her head to show she’s heard you. “Which one?” Her voice is almost lost to the wind but you manage to catch a faint whisper of her sentence.
“You know, the one.”
Lila turns around to smile at you. The look on her face is dangerous, and you grip her waist when she speeds up to pass the others. You can hear her yelling to them but choke on a mouthful of her long, sleek hair that she’s let down for once in her life.
You have no idea how your other friends can understand her when you’re right behind her and can barely hear what she’s saying, but soon, all three jet skis are skimming the water towards the island.
It certainly doesn’t look scary from here. It’s not a very big island, maybe a few square miles and thick with lush trees. As you get closer, you do notice that it seems devoid of any and all life. No noises of animals traipsing through the undergrowth, barely a rustle in the trees.
But other than that, it seems normal.
All six of you hop off the jet skis into knee-high water and step towards the island. You’re the least cautious of them all— Liam is in the very back, practically standing still. He rakes a hand through his red shock of hair. “I might stay here, guys… I’m not into getting abducted by whatever’s in there today.”
“It’s fine, let’s leave him here!” calls Julie, already ahead of you.
The sand slides between your toes as you pad up the length of the beach, and eventually it turns to leaves and twigs. Lila grips your arm, hissing in pain. “Fuck, maybe we should go back. I’m getting stabbed here.”
“You can go, I wanna find out what exactly scares people off this island…” You move to brush through a hanging curtain of branch, but an odd, buzzing noise in your ear stops you.
Everyone else around you stalls in their tracks. There’s no doubt; they hear it too, you know it.
And all of a sudden, it’s as if there’s a single breath in your ear, and a voice coos, “I’d listen to your friend, darling, I don’t think you’re ready to find us..~”
Behind you, Oliver, the designated stone man of the group, lets out an unearthly squeak and turns to run the other direction. 
Before you know it, you’re left all alone, sprinting back to the beach. You catch the tail end of your friends booking it back to the mainland.
And just like that, you’re alone.
With nothing. No phone— your one piece bathing suit and biker shorts didn’t allow anything bigger than car keys. Which are fucking useless now, there’s no way to get to your car.
You take a second to gather your bearings, sitting on a fallen tree near a small creek that winds its way into the ocean. This is fine. It’s fine! Your friends will tell someone you’re here and they’ll come and get you. You’ll be okay.
But as the sun goes down, your hopes go down with it.
It’s mid-July, the air should be warm and humid, not whatever this cold-plunge type weather is. Goosebumps pelt every inch of your skin that’s exposed. You’re seriously regretting not wearing your button down as a cover up.
You wrap your arms around yourself and lean back against a tall oak tree. The bark scratches your bare skin but that’s the least of your worries. If you’re here for longer than a day, without food or water, that’s not going to be good at all. 
But you trust your friends. They’ll come back! It’ll just take them a second. You can almost hear Lila chiding Liam for staying behind. 
A glance at your wristwatch lets you know that it’s almost 10 o’clock. At night.
Standing to walk inland is maybe not the best decision you’ve ever made. But you need to get warm, and moving is the only way to do that at this point. Each step causes dead leaves to crunch beneath your bare feet. The air is thick with the scent of decaying flora, must and dirt winding their way up your senses. It’s more than a little unexpected— you usually didn’t smell things like this until at least October.
One of your steps lands wrong. With a sharp gasp, your ankle rolls over a thick twig and you fall to the cold ground. Dirt clings to your skin in uncomfortable clumps. Brushing it off, you attempt to stand. Pain shoots up your lower leg, your heart pounding in your ears, and you’re not surprised when your limb buckles beneath you.
Well, this is just great. Stranded on an island with some weird telepathic creepo on it, you don’t have any supplies, and now you can’t even walk. You’re fucked.
And holy shit, your ankle really hurts. Sharp spikes of pain and you’re barely moving it.
A rustle in the bush behind you sends panic up your abdomen and you snap your head in the direction of the noise. Nothing comes into vision in the darkness your eyes have barely adjusted to. But once again, it’s as if someone’s taking a breath to speak in your ear, and the same voice from before projects itself into your mind.
“Darling, that ankle of yours looks bad… I can fix it, if you’d like. I promise I won’t hurt you...”
What the fuck? You must be making things up. There’s no way you’re hearing voices, that’s insane. Is this what happened to the people who came back from this place?
There’s a little chuckle in your ear and you whip your head around again.  “The ones you’re thinking of had bad run-ins with the rest of us. I am not going to hurt you. However, I can’t speak for the rest of them.”
The voice is almost… boyish. In a way. Not too deep, almost familiar, and you find yourself drawn to it in a way that is entirely unexpected.
But something prickles at the back of your mind. “The rest of them?” You speak aloud for the first time in what feels like ages.
“There are five of us, but only two of them are ones you really have to worry about. The rest… well, it all depends on you. If you let me take care of you, I swear to not let them touch you.”
A shiver runs course up your back. “You can… help me?”
“Even better. I can heal you. It’s kind of my specialty.”
You don’t want to accept help from this strange voice. But, even now, the pain is almost unbearable and there are spots swimming in your vision. “Please.”
“I’ll come and find you, darling. Stay put for me, alright?”
You scoff. “Like I can even move.”
There’s no response. After five minutes go by, you begin to believe you’d imagined the whole thing.
But a shadowy outline of a figure grows in the distance and your heart pounds in your throat. The silhouette is tall, broad, and fear creeps into your veins for the second time tonight. Big men are automatically scary— whether they actually are once they open their mouths depends on the individual.
But the boy who peeks between the branches of your hiding spot flashes you a small, genuine-seeming smile, and it calms your worries immediately. “Found you.”
His gaze drops to your swollen ankle. “May I..?” You nod quickly, and his hand meets the hot skin so gently you can barely feel the touch. Your skin grows warmer and warmer under his fingers, which are long and slender (not that you notice), and the throbbing of your ankle lessens the longer he’s touching you. Before it goes away entirely, he draws back.
“If I do any more, it won’t stay healed.” He stands and extends a hand to you. When he pulls you up to your full height, you notice that he’s even taller than he’d seemed from afar. At least 180 centimeters, he towers over you.
You put little weight on the ankle for fear of the pain returning, but the boy leads you farther into the woods and you’re forced to. Surprisingly so, it doesn’t hurt like before— not all the way better, no, but there’s barely anything there. 
“Who are you?” With the pain gone, your earlier skepticism is able to return. 
“My name’s Kai.” 
That’s all he offers, and if it weren’t for the fact that, deep down, you’re still a bit scared, you’d push him for more of an answer. But instead you dutifully follow him, hand still in his. His touch is warm, comfortable, with the tips of his slightly calloused fingers tracing soft circles on the back of your palm almost mindlessly.
“Where are you taking me?” You say after a few minutes of what seems like aimless wandering through the woods.
“To where we live. The others won’t be there, they’re out for right now. You have a few days before they come back, and hopefully you’ll be on your way by then.”
“You live in here?” It’s getting stranger the more you think about it. Five people, living in the middle of the woods on an island, who can do some sort of magic, and everyone who’s come back from meeting them has been so frazzled they could barely speak.
But Kai said he isn’t the problem, it’s the other four. And as long as you steer clear of them, you should be fine. In theory.
You step into a clearing. You don’t realize what it is at first— it’s too dark to see anything other than what’s right in front of you. But the ground underfoot changes from sticks and debris to soft, padded grass that only tickles the bottoms of your feet.
Kai stops and you stop too. “You can sleep here tonight. There’s enough room since the others are away. I’ll keep an eye on your ankle, okay?” His hand lingers on your waist for just a moment too long, and your cheeks grow hot.
Now that there’s light from the waxing moon above, you can see the boy standing next to you, and what you see makes your jaw go slack.
You’d been hoping he was at least a little bit attractive. It’d make this whole ‘rando-in-the-woods’ thing a lot easier. But he’s ridiculously hot. Messy brown hair he brushes out of his face with one big hand, a shoulder line that has you swallowing thickly, and a cute, slightly upturned nose with a little bump at the top.
You might not be so scared anymore.
You can only nod at his offer, heart going so fast that you can hear it in your ears. Kai leads you to a circle of hammocks tied between thick trees. “You get pretty crafty with nothing to do,” he laughs and holds one of them in a hand so you can get in.
It’s not as bad as the appearance suggests. Sure, the wound fibrous string that’s been woven together to form the shell of the hammock presses into your back. But it’s definitely better than nothing.
You fall asleep within seconds, acutely aware of how Kai’s gaze still rests on your form with a weight not at all uncomfortable. The extent of what exactly has happened in the past twenty-four hours doesn’t hit you until you wake. It’s early— with no blinds or curtains to block the sun’s rays, you’re up just after dawn.
Kai’s not there. 
You didn’t expect him to be, necessarily, but it would be nice to have some company. Especially because you can’t exactly go exploring in your current state.
Your stomach growls with a slight twist of hunger. You tamp down the feeling, but not having eaten since breakfast the day before typically has an effect on the human body. You wonder if Kai feels hunger like a normal person. He certainly looks regular. But regular people aren’t usually able to heal something with a single touch of a hand. And they definitely aren’t able to project their thoughts into your head.
A crack of a breaking twig behind you has anxiety curling in the pit of your stomach, right beside the emptiness that your lack of food has left behind. Kai had said that the only thing you really needed to worry about were the others like him, and you certainly haven’t heard a single sign of life during your brief time on the island.
You curl up in a ball as some sort of feeble protection. It doesn’t offer much. It doesn’t offer anything, really. But if you can’t see the impending threat, it’s less of a problem. (You’re being stupid.)
“What are you doing?” 
The voice comes from behind you and you sigh in relief at the familiarity. It’s not some sort of crazy being that Kai’s alluded to.
“Nothing. Did you break a stick?” You avoid looking at him. He’s barely wearing anything— shorts and a tattered sweater that doesn’t even close all the way. You can see hints of the lines of his body through the fabric.
“Yeah, on accident. I tripped a little.” The tips of his ears go red and you stifle a small giggle. “I brought breakfast.”
He empties the pockets of his shorts, and before you know it, there’s a pile of fresh berries sitting on the ground in front of you. You slide out of the hammock. “You didn’t have to…”
He shrugs. “You’re my guest. It’s the polite thing to do.”
Kai sits beside you and shifts to take a look at your ankle. The sugary sweetness of a strawberry melts on your tongue at the exact moment his fingers meet your skin, and the sudden assault on your senses has your cheeks growing hot. He’s warm— too warm. Almost fever-like, but you attribute it simply to the fact that he’d been scavenging for food only a few moments before.
You sit in silence, but it’s comfortable. You’ve never been able to do this with someone; there’s always been a need to be talking at all times, whether that was coming from you or one of your friends. But with Kai, it’s natural. Goosebumps form everywhere on your exposed skin that he’s not touching, and after a few minutes, he pulls away once more. “You’ll be fine after a few more days. Hopefully by then your friends will have sent someone looking for you.”
“Hopefully.” You pick at the dried mud on your elbow, and Kai notices your dirt-covered state.
“Would you like to clean yourself up? There’s a freshwater spring only about a three minute walk from here.”
The offer is too good to pass up. You shovel the last of the berries in your mouth in a manner that is both unladylike and embarrassing, but you couldn’t care less.
Kai’s hand makes its way to your waist when you stand, as if to steady you. You’re grateful for the support. Your ankle is most definitely not back to normal yet, and you’d rather not fall flat on your face in front of this fine-ass man. 
The wall of trees and bushes eventually thins back out to open air. You gape at the sight before you. A waterfall rushes down from an overhanging rock cliff about twenty feet overhead into a pool that’s surprisingly crystal-clear. It’s fucking beautiful.
He leads you to the edge of the water and turns automatically to allow you to strip your clothes off. You contemplate keeping your bathing suit on for a moment, but decide you’d rather not get a yeast infection from staying in it once it’s wet.
You wade into the water, enjoying the way gentle ripples circle away from you. Slipping beneath it, you’re surprised by the way the cold liquid covers you entirely despite the low turbidity. 
You let Kai know it’s okay to turn around, but his sudden request to join you sets off an unfamiliar ache between your thighs. You nod nonetheless, turning to give him privacy despite his assurance that you can look if you’d like.  
It’s not like you don’t want to. 
The little voice in your head surprises you. It’s not like how it is when Kai’s inside your mind, not at all. But the confession of your conscience has the blood rushing to a part of you that you’d rather not think about. Especially not in the presence of him.
You turn around once you hear a quiet splash of him entering the pool. His entire bare torso is exposed to you above the water, and you have to focus on not letting your eyes wander. A quick glance here and there is certainly acceptable, but outright staring is embarrassing.
You scrub at the dirt lining your arms from the previous night’s fall. Kai’s looking at you with a faint smile on his face. It’s borderline predatory, the way he’s watching you, but you convince yourself it must be a trick of the light.
He dips his head under the water, coming back up to fling his hair out of his face, and the water droplets catch the light so perfectly it’s like they’re sparkling. The sheen of water on his skin makes him almost look like he’s glowing from within, and you have to catch your breath, feigning disinterest, because he’s fucking beautiful.
“So,” you say. “How come you and your friends live here?”
Kai doesn’t respond. He only swims a little closer to you, close enough that your bare leg brushes his underwater. His eyes flick from yours, to your lips, then to the top of your exposed chest. It’s just a brief, momentary look and you could swear you’d imagined it because he’s back to normal in seconds.
He ignores your question, but raises an arm to gently touch your hairline. “You’ve got some dirt…”
The single touch sends tingles up your back and you try your best to ignore it. “Thanks,” you manage. Your voice comes out as a croak and you mentally curse yourself for becoming a mess in the presence of him.
He moves behind you to wash your hair as best he can, and the concentrated look on his face that you catch when you look back at him has you giggling internally. When he’s done, deeming his work good enough, he settles himself in front of you again, just looking at you. The lines of his body are on full display to you like this— you have to resist pressing a hand to the broad plane of his chest. The intimacy of it all hits you like a truck and you hunch your shoulders to preserve some sort of modesty.
Your time together in the pool ends a few moments later when you start shivering. Because fuck, the water is freezing. You press your lips together in frustration when you try to pull back on your bathing suit. It sticks to your skin like it’s made of latex, and no matter how much you try, you can’t hike it up and over your shoulders.
“Kai?”
“Yes, darling?”
“Can you… come help me with this?”
You listen to the water sloshing as he gets out. There’s a rustling as he pulls back on his own clothes, and then he’s sidling up behind you. His hands meet your back, and once again, you’re in shock at how warm he is. He’s radiating heat off of him like the fireplace in your best friend’s house. He pulls the straps over each of your shoulders in turn, straightening out the fabric, and if it weren’t for how brief the touch was, you’d think that his hand grazing your tit was on purpose.
“Let’s go back?” He suggests, hand finding your waist once more. This time, however, it’s dangerously low, almost reaching the hem of your low-waist shorts.
You let him lead you back to the clearing, mind wandering to the way his skin against yours has you feeling. More than a little “hot under the collar”, the phrase Lila uses too much about her boyfriend. You’d never understood what that really meant until now.
You and Kai spend the rest of the day together, and the fact that he’s always touching you is exceedingly acute when he leans his head against your thigh while you eat dinner. He’d gotten a fire going, and the both of you are lying against a tree with the heat right in front of you. His hair tickles your exposed skin and you laugh a little bit, tentatively raking a hand through the silky strands. He only hums in approval and shifts so he’s facedown in your lap.
His new position has you freezing like a deer in headlights. Kai’s face is practically in your… lady bits, and your inner prude is shying away a little bit at the touch. At the same time, the touch is setting off something in your lower stomach that is insatiable. The same throb between your thighs from this morning is back, stronger than before, and you’re trying to tighten your legs around it without him noticing.
But Kai slips a hand between your thighs in a way that seems almost accidental, and it satiates the ache just a little bit. He doesn’t say anything, just lets his fingers press perfectly against your pussy. There, you said it. 
It’s not like you’ve never touched yourself before. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence for you at all. But you’ve never felt the need to, like this. It was more of a pastime, less of a desire. In fact, you’d never understood the meaning of desire until this moment right here.
There’s an expectation in the back of your mind that Kai will make a further move, but he doesn’t. Only rests there, eyes closed like he’s entirely unaware of what exactly his touch is doing to you.
But you pretend like you don’t feel it, focusing instead on the way the flickering light of the flame casts dancing shadows of the rises and falls of his face. Changing him into some sort of ghastly creature, but it’s still endearing all the same. 
The sun’s light has long since left you, and once again the threat of what lies in the dark seems daunting as ever. A shift of the hand between your legs draws you back to reality from your typical never-ending loop of overthinking. You’re just fine. This beautiful boy is settled between your legs, and he’s already said that nothing can hurt you while he’s here.
“Should we go to bed? You’re falling asleep here in my lap…” You laugh, looking down at him with a small smile.
He shakes his head, grip tightening on your inner thigh, and you laugh. You settle back against the tree once more with a sigh.
After about an hour, your watch tells you it’s midnight, and you coax Kai from his place on you. “It’s time. I’m tired, Kai.”
He reluctantly sits back on his heels, running a hand over his face, and helps you once more into the hammock. 
“Goodnight,” you whisper into the dark.
The response comes from inside your head, but it’s unmistakably him. 
“Good night, darling.”
˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗
There’s a rustle in the bushes and your attention snaps to it immediately. Through the darkness, you catch sight of something, and sweet, familiar panic crawls its way up your throat. Four shadowy figures move towards you in the dark in inhuman ways, twitching and writhing like they’re being possessed. As they get closer, their faces come into focus. They look familiar, but you can’t quite place it, only sitting, paralyzed, in your fear. Well, I guess this is how I die…
With a jolt, you snap out of your dream, chest heaving. You let out a shriek when you see that Kai’s sitting above you, but you calm almost immediately upon realizing it’s him. 
“I’m so sorry, pretty, would’ve gotten you out of there sooner if I’d realized…” He strokes the hair off of your forehead, eyebrows furrowed in concern.
And all of a sudden, the sudden exit from your dream makes sense. He’d managed to take you out of your nightmare. And now he’s projecting some of your happiest moments to the forefront of your mind, to make up for the fear that the dream had caused. You’d forgotten he was telepathic. It still scares you just a little bit, to know he could see every one of your thoughts, but right now you just want to thank him. 
“Will you sleep with me?” You whisper, fingers wrapping around his wrist.
“Of course.” His response is barely legible, just a quick exhale, and he slips behind you so fast it’s almost as if he’s been waiting for you to ask all night.
Kai’s hand rests on your hip to pull you closer to him, so close that you can feel the soft rise and fall of his torso when he breathes. 
“Will you tell me about your friends? The ones I have to worry about?” You place your hand on top of his, mindlessly guiding it a little higher, up and under the sweatshirt of his that he’s let you borrow. Woah— what the fuck has given you this sort of confidence? You’ve never been the type to come off this strong with someone you think is hot.
But if Kai notices your eagerness for his touch, he doesn’t show it. He only takes a deep breath and tells you. “Their names are Yeonjun, Soobin, Beomgyu, and Taehyun. They’re all older than I am, though I don’t think that matters much when you’re as old as we are. The ones you need to watch out for most are Beomgyu and Taehyun. Now, remember, that doesn’t mean that Yeonjun and Soobin are innocent. They’ve done their fair share of terrorizing. But the other two are different. They play mind games. It’s fun for them, to watch people slowly lose their sanity. They like to prove how fragile the human mind is. A little push here, a little nudge there, and now they’re ruined.” He noses along the line of your neck. “But you don’t have to worry about them. I won’t let them hurt you.”
You nod, falling to that line between sleep and consciousness. Somewhere in your foggy state you comprehend Kai’s hand moving to cup your tit, but you don’t have a response, only scooting closer to him.
˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗
The next morning, you wake like that. Except for the fact that now his other hand is down the waistband of your pants. 
You don’t mind, you realize. You should be completely and utterly turned off by this, but every thought running through your mind is need for him. All you can hope is that he’s still sleeping and can’t hear your thoughts.
There’s no movement from him, just the sound of his soft breathing, and you relax again. Through the thin, tattered shirt that he’s wearing you can feel the slight ridges of muscle that lie beneath his skin. That, combined with the way Kai’s hand is parallel with your probably dripping cunt, is making your brain go fuzzy.
About twenty minutes later, he stirs behind you, a small ‘good morning’ falling from his lips. If he notices the way you’re shaking against him from holding back, it doesn’t show.
Kai only sits, retracting his hands, and slides off the hammock. “I’ll go get breakfast, and then we can go back to the pool?”
You agree, and he wanders his way off into the woods. He stays there for almost half an hour, and you busy yourself with pressing the palm of your hand against the ache between your legs. There’s a noise from behind you and you jump, pulling your hand back from underneath your pants. 
Kai doesn’t seem to see your flushed state, only gesturing for you to come over and sit beside him. Once again, breakfast is an assortment of berries, and you pop one in your mouth, leaning your head against his shoulder. You converse politely all throughout your meal— it seems as if the both of you are dancing around the topic of this morning’s waking position. 
He leads you to the edge of the pool just like the day before, hand on your waist despite his previous proclamation that your ankle is almost back to normal. Kai turns to allow you the modesty of privacy, and assures you once more that it’s perfectly fine if you want to look at him. 
This time, you almost take him up on his offer. 
You’re not perverted, no, you don’t dare look when he’s tugging his shorts down and off of his hips. But you do peek a little when he strips off his shirt, the muscles of his back flexing in a way that does nothing to quell the burn between your legs.
Your knees knock together when you turn to find him now halfway submerged underwater, torso on full display. Thoughts that you didn’t even know you were capable of thinking are dancing through your mind. You try and shove them down, because, fuck, you don’t want him knowing what you’re imagining doing together.
Kai splashes you with a little bit of water, and you laugh, returning the action. It eventually turns into a full-fledged water fight that ends with the both of you leaning against each other in fits of giggles.
You’d managed to distract yourself from the prospect of Kai’s skin against yours, but now that it is, and he’s looking at you the same way he did yesterday, with that animalistic glint in his eyes, you can’t tamp down your thoughts at all.
You should be smacking his hand away when it finds your thigh under the water, but you let it stay. Because it sure as hell feels good to be… wanted, maybe? It feels different. It’s always your friends who are deemed the prettiest, the ones worthy of the male gaze and the attention that follows. You never thought you were ugly. The opposite, actually. You had off days of course, days where you felt like you maybe were unworthy of the touch of the opposite sex. But for the most part, you felt at least pretty. But, you told yourself, there’s a difference between what you think and what your crush thinks. Now, however, it doesn’t matter, because here’s this hot guy right in front of you and he seems like he wants you.
Oh shit. You’d just had this whole inner monologue, and now Kai’s expression is nothing but cocky. He’s heard everything, you can tell. A little bit of panic bubbles up from your chest at the fact that if he heard that, now he knows how you’ve been thinking about him, how you’d do anything to have his lips on yours, skin against skin, and why the fuck are you thinking about it now that you know he’s inside your mind?
He smiles softly at your inner torment, noting the moment you manage to tune out all the thoughts you’d been thinking only seconds before. Only one remains, as if on purpose. I need him.
“Can you hear what I’m thinking?” you whisper, cheeks hot. 
“Darling… I can hear you loud and clear.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s cute, how you’ve been looking all innocent, but every single one of your thoughts are so dirty. Is this how you usually are?”
He doesn’t even have to ask— he already knows that the answer is no. Because he knew it was all because of him. The touches that you had thought were accidental, the first few images in your head of how it’d be to have him inside you… He’d put those thoughts there, hoping your fragile mind would latch onto them and start the spiral of need that’s gotten you to where you are now. But you don’t need to know that. As far as you’re concerned, every bit of want for him is self-induced. 
Kai can feel your mind running wild when he presses his lips to yours. He’s never felt someone go this incoherent, like their brain is one big keyboard smash. You were one of the easier ones. Thank god he’d gotten to you and not one of the others, they’d have a hell of a time playing with you. 
His hand finds its way to the burn between your thighs, and the touch is little relief. You whine against his mouth, pulling away to whisper, “Make it go ‘way, please…”
Kai doesn’t have to ask what you mean. He grabs you by the wrist and drags you out of the water, laying you down on the shirt of his that’s laid out on top of the warm rocks. He doesn’t want anything hurting you while he takes you all for himself.
The ache in the pit of your stomach is back and it’s insatiable. Desire winds up every inch of your trembling body, hot and hungry for more. Kai presses consoling kisses to your neck when you reach to drag him down to you. “Patience, darling. It’s no fun if I just take you now…”
You nod frantically, hand flying to your pussy, because if he won’t touch you, you have to. But your own touch does nothing to quench the craving for him that’s settled itself under your skin.
Kai’s looking down at you with that predatory look again, a smirk twitching the corners of his lips at the way you’re so desperate for the relief he’s not giving you. He’s convinced that he’ll let you struggle like this for a moment before helping you out— what’s the harm in playing with your food before you eat it? But a whimper of his name combined with the look of pure desperation on your face has him throwing his morals to the wind.
Slender fingers slipping between your gummy walls, his eyes blow out wide. “You’re fucking soaked, darling..” His voice is practically a whisper, like he’s too surprised to talk properly.
You cover your face in embarrassment. You feel so vulnerable, laid out before him like this. The sun-warmed rock beneath you soaks into your skin and fills you with a cozy feeling that grows at the touch of Kai on your body. His fingers press perfectly against the spots inside you that only you knew were there— the fact that he’s found them so quickly makes you go weak.
The writhing in the pit of your stomach only increases with his pace, and a begging mewl slips past your lips when his calloused fingertip meets your throbbing clit. Hips bucking up towards his hands, trying your best to chase your high, Kai allows it. Your face screws up in pleasure and your whole body quivers under him when you cum. Little squeaks of his name fall from your lips when he doesn’t stop, too lost in the way you look like this. So ruined under him already, and he’s barely even touched you.
“C-can’t, Kai, t’ much!” you gasp, tears of mixed pain and pleasure wetting your lashes.
“It’s okay darling, just give me one more, then you’ll be ready to take me, alright?” He presses a kiss to your hot cheek, eyes sparkling at the way you nod silently, eager to please him.
Your walls convulse around his digits once more, a whine slipping past the lips you have pressed tight together. Kai coos praises in your ear, free hand stroking the hair out of your face, and he finally relieves you of his fingers.
The loss of contact has you pouting, but the ache between your thighs is already back, and stronger than before. “Please, make it go away, hurts!”
He frowns mockingly down at you, tugging at his cock once. “It hurts, darling?” You nod quickly, and he nods back at you. “Alright, I’ll make it go away…”
The head of his cock grows your entrance and he lets out a hiss. Fuck, he hasn’t felt a pussy as good as yours in decades. You’re warm and tight around him, greedy walls sucking him in so perfectly. You feel like heaven.
He doesn’t notice your small whimper of pain until a moment later, and he looks down at you in concern. “What’s wrong, darling?”
“T’ big, can’t take it…” You look like you could cry. “‘M sorry, want to, want to so bad.”
Kai stops his movements entirely, kissing up your neck while he waits for you to get adjusted to the sheer size of him. He knows he’s big— most people who come to the island struggle to take him. So he has no qualms about letting you take a moment to ready yourself.
He feels the exact moment you relax against him. It’s as if your whole body lets out one big exhale of pleasure, and your jaw drops open in surprise at the fact that this can actually feel good. Better than good. He fills you up like nothing you’ve felt before. Even the toys you’ve tried before haven’t made you feel like this.
It’s like a new state of bliss washes over you, the sensation no longer painful at all. Kai smiles down at you when you manage to open your eyes, and his fingers trace hearts on your hips. “Back with me?”
A small jerk of a nod gives him all he needs to know, and he starts up a pace that at first comes across as sweet to you, but just becomes frustratingly little. You want more than this— you need more than this. You don’t dare voice your thoughts out loud, but Kai’s settled himself in your mind once more and answers without provocation.
His hips snap against yours with a new aggressiveness that makes your head spin, spots dancing across your vision. Nothing crosses your mind other than the thought of how good he’s making you feel. He fits inside you like he’s made for you, like a lock and a key.
Kai’s lips quirk at this thought. It’s not like he disagrees. No, not at all. In fact, your analogy has his own mind reeling. You look so perfect under him like this, tears streaking your cheeks and dripping off onto the rocks beneath you, he could keep you forever. And that’s not something he thinks often.
You’re not faring well with Kai inside you, and your ruined state only gets worse when he speeds up once more. Pace turning from quarter notes to eighth notes, his thrusts are rough and deep. You can feel his tip kissing your cervix with every forward rock of his hips, and that realization is enough to have you teetering on the edge of your orgasm for the third time.
“Don’t cum yet, pretty, barely been fucking you for five minutes…” he tsks at your pathetic behavior. You tighten desperately around him, a choked sob wrenching itself from your throat at his words. Because he’s telling you not to cum, yet he’s still fucking into you at such an brutal pace that you’re sure if there were any animals on this island, they’d all be scared away from the sound of his hips meeting yours.
Ragged breaths leave your lips and Kai is quick to reclaim them, mumbling against you with a smile, “Couldn't stay away from me, could you? Pretty girl's only been here for a few days and she's already tight around my dick..."
Hot shame winds up your neck and face and he notices the change to your thoughts, kissing you again, breath mixing with yours. “Didn’t mean it like that, love the way you need me s’ bad. Need you too, can’t you tell?”
You nod, head lolled back when he tugs your torso up towards his to get better access to your cunt. Something about your expression is going to haunt him, he can tell. Eyebrows furrowed together and upwards, mouth hanging open in a perpetual scream… Yeah, he won’t be forgetting you. 
Nor does he want to. You’re different from the other’s who have been here before— they’ve all had the same weakness as you, fragile bodies and even more fragile minds. But you do want him. That much has been obvious since you laid your eyes on him. The ones before needed a bit more persuasion before they threw themselves at him, but you… He barely had to give you anything for you to leech onto the idea of fucking him.
Your nails dig into his back and he welcomes the pain— anything to feel alive at this point. Your poor shaking form begs for the luxury of cumming, and Kai finally relents, cooing in your ear, “Go ‘head now, darling, let go for me, alright?”
The pure expression of ecstasy on your face is worth it, and your walls flutter helplessly around him as your orgasm hits you. He holds you throughout your high, pace of his hips never letting up. “Good girl, there we go, cumming on my cock… Making such a mess, aren’t you?”
There’s a sticky ring of white around the base of his dick, your cum and arousal mixed with his precum, and Kai laughs at the sight. He lays your back flush against the ground again, instead hiking your legs up and over his shoulders. “Gonna fill you with my cum, mkay pretty? Gonna make you mine…” Your eyes go wide and he worries for a moment that he’s gone too far, but the images flashing through your mind betray your obvious excitement at this proposal. Thoughts of the two of you, all alone on this fucking island until the end of your days.
You’re shaking under him again at the suggestion, and he laughs, leaving a gentle kiss to your top lip. “That’s it, that’s my good girl, you like that idea? Can’t help it, gonna make you mine forever, how’d you like that? Let me take care of you? Promise I’ll make you feel this good all the time, if you’d let me..~”
You’re nodding so fast that it’s almost comical, but Kai only kisses you again. Your tongue meets his for the first time and the taste of him on your lips sends you teetering into a dangerous state of mind. Your thoughts are practically just a chant of his name, over and over again, and Kai’s trembling above you at the realization that he’s fucked you so good that he’s literally all you can think of.
You cling to him when you feel him twitch inside you, warm cum painting your insides. It spills out from your cunt when his softening dick slips from between your gummy walls, and he’s transfixed on how pretty you look with him inside of you.
You’re catching your breath, still in a state of nothingness, and Kai slips inside your mind to make sure he hasn’t ruined you like the others. “Are you here with me, darling?” You nod, eyes still glassy with tears. “Good. Let’s do that again sometime, hm?”
Before you can respond, there’s a snap of a twig and you grip Kai’s hand in your own. If he’s here, and there’s no animals on this island… then what’s making that noise?
“Oh fuck,” Kai whispers, a panic rising in his throat. There’s no way to conceal you, none at all. He’s just going to have to let them see you.
Four tall forms step out one by one from the brush, and your jaw goes slack. It’s them. It has to be.
The one in the middle looks down at you with a glint in his eyes, and he flicks the brown hair out of his face with a pinky finger. 
There’s a breath in your ear and you can tell immediately that it’s not Kai this time. A deep voice coos in your mind, and when Kai flinches, you can tell he hears it too. “Well, what do we have here, Huening?
“Have you brought us a new toy to play with?”
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