#tbh the more i looked at him the less the ears stood out to me

[bonehildart]

Painting people is impossible and I only painted the eyes. Anyway, here, have a quick 1hr study of beloved ohioan Tyler Joseph

[thebluester2020]

[TWST] Kinktober Day 13: "Masturbation"

Summary: With you being the only girl on campus, Leona already had an idea that there would be competition! Luckily for him however, catching you alone at night proved to be his lucky break.

Warning(s): Solo Masturbation (Leona fingers the reader), Teasing, Slight Bullying (I got a thing for Leona being mean man), Fingering, Leona being possessive (in kinda a jealous way tbh).

Side Note(s): Okay so a few things mostly in regards to how I'm going to treat anything I write for TWST from now on. One, I'm going to write as if Night Raven College was an actual college. For the sake of me being confused as to what's what regarding the school system, I gotta do what I gotta do in order to help myself 💀.

Two— y'all I gotta update my yuu oc's sheet. I'm seeing so many fancy ones on here that it's giving me major inspo.

It was hard for him to admit it to himself at first but...Leona Kingscholar had a crush.

Sure, it was easy to say that it was only a matter of time before he gained one on you, especially when you were the only girl on campus but he thought he had more strength of will than that! So many others had a crush on you, too many fools lamenting about how they either wanted to date you or sleep with you. It was becoming annoying at this rate, and at first? Leona couldn't wait to hear the news that Headmaster Crowley had finally found your home and sent you back, just so he could stop hearing students in SavannaClaw constantly groaning about you.

Then it began to divulge into something else.

One class period, strangely enough, you were without your cat. In every class he had shared with you prior, you were always preoccupied with the cat and seemed to feed off his mischief and antics. Like a little duckling trying to mimic every single living thing in order to find its place.

Bothersome.

But he ignored it well enough until he witnessed you being...focused for once. And there, he gained a strange warmth in his chest as he found himself staring, admiring your gracefulness as you sat in your chair and the way you showed a surprising amount of intelligence, one that was usually hidden away by how much you were coddling the only other member of that Ramshackle Dorm. Sure, he didn't have much room to admire nor talk about someone being focused with how little he cared for his classes personally but...there was something regal about you in particular being focused.

But, as quick as he felt that warmth blooming, he snuffed it out.

No way was he entering a pointless rat race for one girl when thousands of other students were competing in the same competition.

Until tonight.

When he found you sitting all on your lonesome inside the Botanical Gardens, reading a book no less.

"Herbivore?" He smirked at how fast you responded to the name he had given you.

You quickly closed the book and stood. "L-Leona?" You gulped. "What are you doing out so late?"

"I could ask the same of you," He rose his brow, his gaze going from the book in your hand to the clothes you were wearing. You looked as if you had just rolled out of bed and decided to walk out of your room. "It's dangerous to be out so late, a lot of predators hunt at night and you're easy prey."

You rolled your eyes, deciding to sit back down on the bench and scoot over enough to allow the prince some room to sit if he wished.

Shockingly, he took the silent offer. "Enough of the animal references," You huffed. "It's safe on this campus, much better than my world where I actually need to be afraid." Leona flicked his ear at your wording, he was tempted to press further on your meaning but...he decided to leave the matter for another time. After all, his original reason for being out here was simple. He felt like going out for a nighttime stroll, feel the cool breeze on his skin and all that and maybe taking a small nap here as well.

With you being here although...his plans started to shift a little.

"A romance book?" You slammed your novel shut when Leona pointed out the genre of your book, a blush quickly appearing on your cheeks as you immediately shot a glare to the prince. "Fairytales don't exist herbivore." He chuckled quietly at the growing red on your face.

"For your information, it's not a fairytale. It's a play!" You huffed. "Romeo and Juliet, a tale of forbidden lovers, do you have anything like that in this world?" The beastman shrugged his shoulders, although he was well-versed in different literatures. Romance and forbidden love stories were never his preferred genre to read, to him? It always felt like something to give to young princesses who were hoping that some tall knight would sweep them off of their feet.

He tsked at the very thought of it. "There are plenty of forbidden love stories in this world. Your little book is probably just as predictable as the next one."

"Oh really?"

He nodded his head. "Let me guess...someone dies in the book? Maybe both of them?"

Leona laughed at your silence, causing you to gently shove at his arm at his confidence. Personally, you wouldn't lie to yourself when you said that the idea of a love story appealed to you, especially more so now that you were in a world where magic and princes existed! Hell, you were talking to one right now! However, as you looked at him through the corner of your vision...he wasn't anything like Romeo. He was arrogant, blunt, and a little bit rude. You hadn't forgotten that his ambitious plan lead to you nearly being ran over during the Spelldrive games!

But despite all that? Those very same attributes...they attracted you all the same.

Suddenly, Leona caught a scent in the air, one that made him breathe deeply before exhaling slowly. "What's going on in that head of yours herbivore?" He questioned with a tilt of his head.

"I'm thinking about when you're going to leave and let me continue reading," You lied through your teeth, causing the prince to smirk as he slowly moved closer to you, still giving you ample room to move away in case you were uncomfortable. Yet...as that scent grew sweeter and more potent, it seemed that you were anything but uncomfortable with his presence. "Really?" He pressed. "Something tells me you're thinking about something else herbivore...perhaps this prince can grant it for you."

You twitched a little when Leona suddenly placed a hand on your thigh. The scent of an earthy soap on his body reached your nostrils and, steadily, you began to feel your mind slipping a little.

Until you remembered, you had to hold strong. "...I'm thinking about how much I want you to get away from me." You continued to try and lie, your futile attempts making the prince's smirk grow even more as he continued to laugh.

"Cute," He scoffed. "You know...if you're honest, I'll reward you really nicely." His hand began to move a little, not traveling either upward or downward but only drawing a circle in your skin with his thumb. Your breathing became heavier, the scent of your growing arousal making the prince feel as if he were sipping on the most delectable wine in all the lands. Still, he wanted to hear a word of consent from you before he proceeded.

"Reward?" You panted, gulping before you gained the courage to look Leona in the eyes where his green orbs seemed to almost glow in the darkness. "What...what reward are you talking about?"

"What fun is there in telling you when I can show you?" His thumb stilled as you considered your response. There was little point in denying it to yourself, you could feel that you were absolutely soaked, your sex twitching in anticipation of Leona's touch whilst you could almost feel yourself drowning in the prince's gaze. You wanted to tell yourself that you had no business having sex with a prince, risking the possibility of developing more of an attachment to this world than you already were. But...it was way too hard to think that way when you so badly wanted to feel his warmth. "Show me." You finally whispered.

Finally, Leona's lips found your own before his hand eagerly moved up to your clothed pussy. He laughed against your lips, parting briefly from you as he licked his lips clean of your sweet-tasting lipstick. "Already this wet for me herbivore? All that talk earlier must've been a heap of lies." He then pressed another kiss to your lips before peppering a trail of kisses down your cheek and to the side of your neck. Oh, he was so tempted to mark you right here and right now in this garden but...Leona willed himself to play the long game rather than try to obtain all of his winnings in one single night. He'd get you addicted to his touch first, getting you to beg and plead for him to take you but, as cruel as it would be, he'd deny you. After all, it was more fun to have you come to him rather than him come to you.

"Ah..." You moaned sweetly, the beastman's ears perking to the sound.

"I-It's because you're so d-damn arrogant..." You said breathlessly before you whined at the feeling of cold air hitting your sex when Leona pulled your underwear to the side. The prince ignored your words, too focused on how you squeaked and shuddered each time he kissed you and especially how you grabbed at his shoulders like a lifeline when he began to touch your twitching sex.

"All this just from talking to me, herbivore?" He then trailed his lips back up to your cheek before whispering in your ear. "How shameless..." He continued to lightly scold you before he dipped a finger inside your pussy, your grip upon his shoulders getting tighter from the action.

"And here you were reading a romance novel...did your precious characters do something like this in that little book of yours?"

You shook your head with a whiney 'no' in response. "Oh?" Leona briefly flashed his teeth as he smiled. "You must've been really eager for something like this to happen then," He continued to whisper in your ear as his finger began to lightly thrust in and out of your pussy, the sound of your moans increasing only making the prince's cock strain harder in his pants. But, for the moment, he'd ignore his own desires in other to please you.

"You have a crush on anyone?" Leona lightly nipped your ear.

He felt his ego grow when you shook your head no, he had a completely blank slate to work off of. To make sure that you got addicted to him and no one else. "My lucky day then...I get a cute lil' herbivore to play around with then. It'd be pretty awkward to fuck you with my fingers before you'd leave and smile in your crush's face next." Then, he curled his finger a little, a whine leaving your lips when he suddenly hit your g-spot. At the sound, Leona began to press into that spot with more accuracy, causing you to wrap your arms around his neck as you pulled him closer to your body.

"L-Leona!" You gasped.

"Tch, you sound like a lioness in heat. All from a little fingering?" He teased. A knot began to form in the pit of your stomach as you continued to clench around Leona's finger at his words, the combination of his typically rude and sarcastic tone mixed with the pleasure he was delivering you making your head spin. Then, Leona added a second finger and his thumb into the mix. The addition of the rubbing against your clit and the increased thickness from the second finger making you whine Leona's name.

He had to hold himself back from cumming in his pants like some teenager at the sound. "F-Fuck—! L-Leona...!" You gasped. "Your fingers...f-feel so good..."

"Yeah?" He placed a surprisingly gentle kiss on your lips. "You're so much more honest when you have a couple of fingers tending to this needy hole of yours, don't you?" He chuckled.

You dumbly nodded your head, your further honesty to his question only making his ego grow as the pace of his thrusts increased. He had to cover your mouth with his hand to help muffle your moans, the feeling of your drool against his palm making the prince hiss at the dirtiness of it all. In this moment, he felt more akin to a thief rather than a prince. Stealing away the purity of the seemingly innocent princess, who was "promised" to her knight. Leona moaned at the thought, and what's more? With the way you called out his name and clung to him like you were begging him to give you pleasure, trying to continue to plead your case for him to give you what you so desperately want, Leona couldn't deny how quickly his desires for you grew.

"So loud herbivore..." He said with an unusually sweet tone as his ears started to move to the sound of your cunt beginning to squelch. Your slick started to stick to Leona's palm and drip down onto the bench, filling the air with the smell of sex as Leona picked up the pace of his fingers even more. "Gonna cum soon? Your drippin'."

You answered with a loud moan as your eyes started to roll to the back of your head while your hips started to thrust onto his fingers in time with his movements. Your cunt tightened around his fingers, making the prince have to put more work into fucking you until...you whined loudly behind his palm, your pussy clenching and unclenching around his fingers rapidly before you finally relaxed as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

When you made a noise of discomfort though, he finally removed his fingers.

"Dirty," He mumbled, spreading his fingers as he lewdly played with your slick before finally sticking the digits into his mouth.

You blushed at the sight, weakly turning your head to the side before Leona snickered and made you face him once more. "Next time...let's do this in my dorm room, hm?"

[staraxiaa]

sunflowers, the afterword:

author's corner/first thoughts.

okay. so. i am insane. i am a god. i just wrote 18k words for a fic that i thought of, planned, and created fully in less than two days, bc someone said i like to make ppl suffer and yes i do. but then i was like, i am GOING to write fluff and i took it personally. to that one reader, thank you!! anyways. i wrote this with the intent of using the prompt "you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid" and barely even ended up using it. i don't know whether to laugh or cry. i hope it doesn't flop but also it's okay if it does bc i literally spent almost 48 hours brainrotting and word vomiting like it's out of my brain now and this feels glorious. it was random unfiltered thoughts and grinding away at 3am until i am empty. no thoughts left in my head. can you see? i could eat the world raw, the itch has been scratched. the sheer amount of motivation i had w this fic is never happening again. cheers! will update as i think of things! sorry to anyone who ends up reading this fully. i have been unreasonably fixated and have brainrotted over this for two hours, inclusive of sleeptime. while sleeping. i kid you not. i would wake up and something would click and i would hop over to the laptop and fucking grind away i am so sick of myself

unwritten scenes, headcanons

you guys are 20. you haven't started dating yet. you're a doctor. you guys are yelling at each other. you say 'you want to kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.' katsuki's so angry that he does. ⇁ this was the original ending btw but i thought this one kinda fit better he brings you sunflowers sometime. real ones. he's sneezing all the while. you take one look at him and you die of laughter. he's still sneezing. you tell him: you know i actually didn't even care about them until i found out you were allergic. ⇁ if i could write nsfw i would do it here like dude do u see the vision omfg a whole side plot where he's like what the fuck do you mean you weren't dating deku. you're like. what the fuck. are u stupid. someplace where you actually address how you treat midoriya, his lack of a quirk, and how you stood by and watched it all happen ua sports festival. you kick everyone's ass. #you have been trained by eraserhead and you are super duper cool i also don't remember if i included this, but: your mother asks you after the first evening. "you're not really friends are you." you say: "nope!" and it is the happiest she has ever seen you. the ua boys try to flirt with you and get hurt really stupidly a lot on purpose. you wonder why they've stopped showing up. it's bc katsuki gives them a whole earful. and you're like bitch what the fuck im a doctor and and hes just tsundere about it first kiss scene instead of the ending where he's like you care and you're like of course i do??? what the fuck?? are u stupid?? you guys start yelling at each other and you're both acting like ur 2. he calls you stupid and blind. you call him ugly. he's so mad he literally just lurches forward and kisses you. it's awkward and messy and you guys are so mad at each other. you literally headbutt him in the face. ah young love. ⇁ this was another alternative ending more exploration behind reader's character, her insecurities, and about some of the stuff i info dumped before the start of the katsuki povs? i feel like i didn't handle that as well as i could have, but i also didn't want to go on 10 billion tangents for things that had very little relevance to the story. i also think the transition to the last scene was a little abrupt, but tbh at that point i was just so ready to call it like. i just didn't see the point. i think it would have made for a more natural reading experience, so here's the tea: he's proud of u but u guys are angsty and ignore each other until after training camp. [more brainrot pining moments]. if i had to write the above scene, i think i'd do something along the lines of: you're first aid relief at the sports festival, not actively participating. dunno if you'd be nearly as badass, though. you definitely get pissed when they muzzle katsuki and probably get rly mad but ofc u cant show it. so u just unmuzzle him and walk away and hes staring after u. this is ur ??? elsa arc? i dont remember the disney princess. the training camp is torture. aizawa makes u run with them. you tell him straight up that u hate his guts. he grins like that is the best thing anyone has told him in his life. katsuki definitely blows up some earth monsters for u. but while ur not looking. he's angsty like that. the bath scene? oh lord u just know he blows mineta up. maybe he lowk fucks it up too and you have to heal it! the potential HAHAHA. i dont know how you end up getting kidnapped, but id probably just bullshit a reason like ur the #1 healer in the world hurr durr and afo wants u! idgaf if the plot makes sense or not this is entirely secondary to my scheming. katsuki just about loses it when he hears you're one of the targets -> how you get kidnapped? idk. you're not a remedial student, so you're probably participating in the game (odd number of ppl right). unsure of how i'd handle the news of your kidnapping: just know katsuki loses it again. for like the 5th time. yipppeeeeee

character notes, thoughts

your quirk is literally just you take people's injuries into your own body and heal it yourself. you're superhuman. i put 2 thoughts into this: 1) you're a healer and 2) i like cool characters. congratulations. you have now been born. i don't even remember if i kept the shouto scene. but anyways i think my bias was showing. just had to throw him in there. also the kuroo mention. sorry i'm totally normal and i mean it ⇁ btw i love you all (everyone who likes/interacts with my fics) but i joke to my friends everytime someone interacts w my first bakugo/midoriya ones from lacuna bc guys!!! my shoto fic is RIGHT THERE!!! the baby that launched the entire collection. please show him some love this reader is probably one of the favorite ones i have written, more of an oc at this point i think, and i wasn't expecting her to grow on me so much. but lowk i love her and am so proud of the way i wrote her growth!! i do feel like i wrote her very soft, but i hope her flaws were made very clear⏤ she is meant to be a sort of unreliable narrator, so she also is overly critical of her own, but there were several things that were not addressed as i was writing, particularly concerning midoriya. (quirk, the bullying, bystander's guilt.) however, i think that including them would have made me go off on a tangent, and detract more from the main point of the story i also do think i wrote katsuki a little ooc, if only because i didn't see the point of including what's already there in canon. sorry. my brainrot did not extend that far, and by the end of this, i was literally ready to drop. his perspective isn't meant to be all-encompassing (in the story, it may seem like it purely bc of how i paced it) but those are meant to be like. random thoughts that appear in several scenes. reader does not have bakugo living rent free in her head 24/7, and neither does he. they're just stupid and pining and i just wrote all the moments in my head where they do.

[bunniekittiee]

Bi-Han x Fem. Reader

A little sad tbh but like yk i try to give good endings. Also Bi-Han is mean asf but it is just due to their circumstances so beware you might want to punch him in the face. Also this is not proofread so any errors you see, just ignore.

The amount of tears shed for Bi-Han was outrageous. His actions could be absolutely deplorable. When they first married, she thought that there was a chance he would not be so cruel, but he had made it clear that their marriage was for power rather than true love. It hurt, it hurt her little heart and it made her cry during the lonely nights when her thoughts got to her. She had lots of thoughts of whether she was good enough for Bi-Han or if they would ever love each other. She had already loved him, but he did not give her the same energy back. It was futile.

“Wife,” Bi-Han said to her as he entered the room. “Join us for dinner, now.” There were so softness behind his words, but she bit back her increasing emotions. “Yes, Grandmaster.” She said back after she swallowed the built up saliva in her throat. He waited for her to get up and join him so they could walk to the dining room together. Kuai Liang and Tomas sat there together, waiting patiently as they greeted her with a smile.

Sitting down carefully, they started their usual traditions before eating their food. It was a little quiet with only Tomas and Kuai Liang speaking at first with Bi-Han chiming in when he wanted to. The brothers tried to include Bi-Han’s wife into their conversations, but she was quiet. They wondered if it was part of her personality or if it was because Bi-Han was sitting next to her. Watching her every movement.

That was, until Bi-Han and Tomas began to argue, well, more so Bi-Han arguing while Tomas sat there and Kuai Liang tried to play mediator. It made dinner extremely tense.

“You do not have Lin Kuei blood.” Bi-Han spat at Tomas who only gave him a look of ‘what’s new’. “So your words are pointless.”

“Bi-Han.” Kuai Liang said in a warning-like tone. “Do not ruin dinner with your bicker.”

“And you stay out of it, little brother. Do not stick your nose in something that does not concern you.” Bi-Han kept going. It was like he was here to just ruin their day.

“Bi-Han,” she said softly. “Let’s just enjoy dinner.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “I do not expect anything less from you, incompetent girl.”

She felt her heart beat fast and her ears feel warm. Whether it was out of embarrassment or a flood of emotions coming, she looked down and tried to control her breathing. She did not want to cry in front of them. She could not show weakness.

“Bi-Han, maybe you should be a little nicer?” Tomas suggested which Kuai Liang shot him a look of ‘stop making it worse for yourself’.

The Grandmaster swiveled his head to meet Tomas’ gaze. “Silence you fool. Your words have no meaning, you are not one of us. You could hardly ever hold a marriage together, just like you could not hold your parents together.”

“Bi-Han!” Kuai Liang hissed.

She felt herself snap. “Grandmaster, you need to leave him alone!” Her voice cracked as she stood up and looked at Bi-Han. “You are cruel and cold. You treat your brothers so horribly. How can one even appreciate you when you are so disrespectful?” Tears brimmed her eyes and her vision blurred.

Tomas was taken aback. He had never been stood up for like this, especially with an outburst. Kuai Liang always tried to be peaceful, but she was different.

Bi-Han’s face scrunched in irritation and annoyance. “If you are going to be emotional, then leave us to our own devices. We can finish dinner without you weeping all over the food.”

Her eyebrows furrowed as more tears fell. “You are sick, Bi-Han. No wonder no one would marry you, you are barbaric.”

“Your insults do not affect me. Stop wasting your breath and leave.” He continued to dig his knife into her heart.

She turned away from the table, storming off and leaving the dining room to retreat to the bathroom in order to let herself cry. As she left, she heard Kuai’s sharp tone and Bi-Han’s rising voice begin to argue but her blood was pounding in her ears. Sobs wracked her body as she curled into a ball on the large, cool bathroom. Bi-Han’s words cut deeply, and as much as she thought she could be overreacting, nothing eased the pain in her heart.

How could one be so mean to his brother like that? Whether they were not related by blood or not, it did not matter. Tomas was one of them. He deserved the respect he never got, especially from the Grandmaster.

There was a quiet knock at the door and she sniffled, wiping her swollen eyes as she sat up. She heard a muffled voice. “It is Tomas, please open the door.”

A little reluctant, she opened the door as she continued to wipe away her tears. Tomas looked at her guiltily. “Please do not cry, it is not your fault.”

“He is mean to you, Tomas.” She said as she felt more tears coming. “You are his brother no matter what. You deserve much more respect.”

Tomas sighed. “It is okay, little sister. It is not your battle to fight. I hate to see you so emotional over me.”

She started to cry again, but this time Tomas hugged her. “It is okay, I am okay. I have learned to ignore Bi-Han’s words. They will not falter my attitude.”

This did not ease her heart. Just as Bi-Han’s words cut into her, his words to Tomas did just as much damage. “He is too cruel to you, Tomas. You are lovely and always so generous. You do not deserve it.” She whispered into his shoulder. Tomas heard her words and felt himself smile. No matter what she cared for him.

Embracing her for a few more minutes, Tomas offered to take her out of the home for a little bit to give herself space away from Bi-Han. Tomas knew he would not exactly apologize for his words or actions, especially when he felt very little for the woman he married. It was only for business reasons rather than true love. Tomas and Kuai saw the love she felt for Bi-Han, but they could not say the same for their brother.

Bi-Han never had a so-called filter. He spoke what he truthfully felt no matter how harsh it would sound coming out of his mouth. His brothers were adjusted to this, but his wife was not. He did not understand, or maybe he did not care, that she would be extremely wounded mentally with every rude remark he made.

This sadly happened a night when Bi-Han came to their living quarters in a horrific mood.

“How was your day, Bi-Han?” She asked him as they got ready for bed. He ignored her which made her feel unwelcome, but she tried not to let it affect her deeply. “I am sorry for asking.”

“Stop speaking for once with your incessant mumbling.” He said grimacing. “You do not need to fill the air with your annoying questions.”

The same feelings she had felt many times before begin to crawl their way through her body. “I apologize, Grandmaster.”

“Stop apologizing. Be better.” He replied. “Or is that too much to expect from you?” He never seemed to know when to stop.

“Do not say mean things because you are upset.” She retorted back. She was afraid of his reaction as she already started to feel the overwhelming emotions of weeping.

“It is the truth. You seem to be more annoying when you are nervous or trying to be nice.” He said with a frown. “I have never met anyone as annoying as you.”

She felt the tears begin to flow out of her eyes as she got up from their bed. She did not want to speak so he did not know that she was crying. “Are you going to cry like a baby? How old are you? Why are you like this? If I had known you would be this way, I would have not married you in the first place.”

Night gown flowing behind her, she quickly left their living quarters as she was once again crying her eyes out. His words ached. How much could she take before she could not anymore?

He did not follow her out. Whether it was because he was too prideful or he did not see anything wrong with what he said, he did not make an effort.

She made her way to Kuai Liang’s living quarters. He and Tomas were enjoying a quick cup a tea when they heard the weak knocks at Kuai’s door. They knew it was not Bi-Han.

“Little sister,” Kuai said warmly as he opened the door. He then noticed her shaking form and her tear stained face. “Are you okay?”

She cried more when he asked that question. That question seemed to make her feel so much worse. So vulnerable. Kuai Liang brought her inside of his room and closed the door. Tomas got to his feet fast as he approached her. “Oh no.”

It was hard to speak, but she did her best recalling her and Bi-Han’s argument. Kuai Liang looked concerned, eyebrows knitted as he shook his head when she told them what Bi-Han said to her. Tomas frowned and felt his heart squeeze at Bi-Han’s cruelty.

“I will never understand him.” Kuai said as he gently rubbed her back. “He has such an important person in his life, yet this is the way he acts.”

Tomas made her a small cup of tea and coaxed her to drink as she cuddled into a blanket he draped over her. Kuai Liang’s hands warmed against her skin. “He is not one to understand. His actions in general do not have an explanation.”

“It does not make it any more fair. He hurts the one person who loves him unconditionally. Many of us Lin Kuei do not have that opportunity.” Kuai replied. He sighed. “Bi-Han has always been rude as a child. We are used to it because we grew up together, but you, I do not expect you to be used to it or even deal with it in the first place.”

She chuckled with sadness and despair. “I have to deal with it. He does not understand. He chooses to not understand. It is he who I married, and as much as I love him, the hurt I feel consumes me everyday. He does not ease it. It hurts very much.”

They felt their own hearts splinter at her words. The fact that she had to go through this did not make them feel good. They wanted Bi-Han to be better for her. That is what she deserves.

“You need rest, a lot of it. You can sleep here with me, and Tomas may even join us.” Kuai said with a small smile as Tomas nodded.

It felt a little weird to be sleeping in the same room as the brothers because of how adjusted she was to sleeping with just Bi-Han or herself, but Kuai gave her the mattress while he and Tomas took the floor. She felt guilty and tried to argue with Kuai Liang, but he only shushed her and made her lay down to sleep.

When she woke up in the morning, Kuai Liang and Tomas were gone. She assumed it was for their duties. Sighing quietly, she got up from the mattress and made up the bed before she left. She had her own duties to attend to, but she needed to look presentable.

Leaving Kuai’s chambers, she first went to the bathroom to bathe and get ready. Her eyes were extremely swollen, and she could feel the sadness come back once more. How could Bi-Han be so mean? Even with his tough exterior, she could not comprehend why or how he could be so mean to her or his brothers. Soaking a wash cloth, she gently laid it over her eyes so the swelling could go down. She knew it would not fully help her broken blood vessels on her eyes and the swelling, but it would suffice.

Meeting Bi-Han in the morning was a little angering for the brothers. When they looked at him, all they could see was his wife crying into Tomas while Kuai rubbed her back. They could hear her cries and whimpers as her body shook with every harsh inhale she took. They knew Bi-Han was cruel, but to his wife? It bothered with Kuai Liang’s heart because of how he could not picture himself doing that to Harumi. But he and Bi-Han were very different in personality, so they were bound to be different in how they loved.

“What has your minds clouded?” Bi-Han asked sharply. He crossed his arms as he saw the dazed but fiery look in his brothers’ eyes.

Kuai shook his head. “It is nothing, brother.”

“If it’s about that weeping willow, I will personally throw you into the river myself.” Bi-Han muttered. Kuai’s eyes narrowed. “Forgive me, but elaborate.”

Bi-Han rolled his eyes. “My wife does not need to come to you for her problems. I can handle them myself.”

“Unless you are the one creating them for her.” Kuai replied. “You are rude to her, Bi-Han.”

“I only married her for the clan’s sake. I do not love such a feeble woman like her.” Bi-Han spat. “Her emotions control her. That is not like the Lin Kuei. She needs to grow tougher skin.”

Kuai felt his frustration burn. “You need to take it easy on her. She is not a man, brother. She is not adjusted like we are.”

“Who are you to stick up for my wife?” Bi-Han was now face-to-face with Kuai Liang. It was an intimidation tactic. “It is none of your concern.”

“I’m sticking up for her because she has difficulty doing so.” Kuai replied with hints of irritation. Tomas watched silently as his brothers fought. “You only have the opportunity to know the very few special people that come into your life, and when they are gone, they are gone for good. Appreciate what you have. One day, she will not be here any longer. And all she will remember you by is your cruelty.” Kuai turned away from Bi-Han and walked off with Tomas not too far behind him. Bi-Han watched in anger as he felt the tip of his ears pink with frustration and shame. To be told such a thing by his brother, someone lower than him, was embarrassing. Who was he to tell him how to be a husband? Kuai Liang was not married himself.

Bi-Han stayed away from his brothers and dove into his duties and plans, only interacting with Sektor and Cyrax. His mood was extremely dampened, and he continued to snap on Sektor and Cyrax who were beginning to become fed up with his behavior. They kept their mouths shut, but they exchanged irritated glances when Bi-Han was not looking. He was being eaten alive by Kuai Liang’s words and his actions. It was rather humiliating for a Grandmaster to be checked by his own brother.

It was dinner time and the men gathered around the table to eat. However, Bi-Han’s wife did not join them. Maybe it was from a mistake of before. Once they did their traditional business before eating a meal, Kuai Liang looked at Bi-Han. “I apologize for my outburst earlier, brother. I still stand by what I said, but I apologize for humiliating you.”

Bi-Han’s lips were pulled into a straight line. “Just eat, Kuai Liang.” This was the closest Kuai would get to a simple acceptance, but Bi-Han was still fuming. Dinner was tense and awkward, and the brothers wanted nothing more than to get away from Bi-Han’s presence.

Still in a bad mood, Bi-Han finished dinner and went to his living quarters where his wife lay reading a book. Clenching his jaw, he closed the door. “Stop going to my brothers for our problems. It is between a husband and his wife, not his brothers.” He said with a snarky tone.

She set her book down. “I had nowhere else to go, Bi-Han.”

“You could have stayed with me and dealt with your problems. When you married me, you married the clan and I. But that does not mean you need to include my brothers in your drama.” He fought back.

She felt her heart rate increase and her emotions choke her throat. “It is none of your business who I go to for moral support.”

“It is when it is my family and they cause issues for myself because of it.” He snapped. “Why don’t you think of your decisions, you stupid girl. It is not that difficult to grasp. Stop telling Kuai Liang and Tomas about our marital problems.”

“Then stop being so mean to me like you are now!” She replied angrily. “You always call me unnecessary names. You like to put me down. I am already low as it is since I married you!”

“It is not my fault that your father wanted to better his status of his clan.” His eyes narrowed and he approached closer to her. “It is not my fault that you have fallen in love with me. You knew from the start that our marriage was not based around love. It has always been based around business, and that is the way it will stay. I will never love you, and that is the truth.”

Sadness was not enough to describe it. Her bottom lip trembled as she felt herself break right in front of Bi-Han. She cried quietly at first, until she got a little bit louder. Her breathing was uneven, Bi-Han almost a little concerned if she was breathing well. His face fell, tilting his head as he watched her cry. Something in him made him feel bad. Worse than bad. Like he was a monster. She shied away from his touch, moving her body away as if he was poisonous to touch. He stiffened as her crying became worse. It was as if she was going to get sick.

“You need to let me take you to the bathroom.” Bi-Han said as he reached another hand out, yet she moved back from it. It was beginning to frustrate him, but there was nothing he could do. “Please let me do what I need to do.”

Her mind was frazzled as she felt all of her pain flow out of her. Bi-Han was eventually able to grab her wrist and help her up onto her feet, guiding her to the wash room. Bile was building up in her throat as she felt the weird sensation of throwing up. Bi-Han was able to put her on her knees and grab a bucket, putting it in front of her. “If you need to get sick, use this.”

Her breathing was choppy, her hands uncovering her face slightly and he was able to get a glimpse of her red face. He felt guilty. He knew that she was emotional, but to this extent? He was unknown to it. He rubbed circles on her back as she did eventually get sick. He held her hair back too and stayed quiet while she emptied her stomach. All of this because of what he had told her. He truly felt like a monster. He was now beginning to understand Kuai Liang’s outburst.

Once she started to quiet, only her hiccuping could be heard, he frowned. “I… I am truly sorry. I really am.”

She did not reply as she hardly looked at him. It still hurt. A ‘sorry’ was like a band aid on a wound that needed stitches. Looking at Bi-Han would make her break all over again.

He sighed as he took a washcloth and wiped her mouth from any residue, throwing it to the side and picking her up bridal style. “To bed.”

She could not argue with him, she felt exhausted and her head was thumping crazily. Her red-rimmed eyes were so swollen, it looked like she was squinting at everything. Her nose was still red along with her cheeks. Bi-Han laid her down and crawled into bed after her, reluctantly yet gently pushing a few hairs back off her forehead. “I am sorry. I did not know it was to this extent.”

Silence was all he got back. He understood that he did not deserve any words. He caused this, and it was his job to pick the pieces back up. Even if he did not love her, he could not let his wife deal with it by herself. He had already done it before. Hearing her breathing slow down, he held her close to his body. The guilt wracked him. He felt terrible for what he had done. Kuai’s words echoed in his head.

‘You only have the opportunity to know the very few special people that come into your life, and when they are gone, they are gone for good. Appreciate what you have’.

He thought of his mother. She was a special person in his life. She adored Bi-Han, she loved him, she took care of him. She was there for him when his father would push him to his limits and he would pass out from exhaustion. She was there when he received the ability to control ice. She was there for a lot until her death.

But after she had passed, he had no one else to do that for him. Until his wife came into his life. Whether it was for business or not, she still made sure to take care of him after he came home from fighting. Cleaning and stitching his wounds up. She took care of him similar to how his mother did.

He looked down at his wife’s sleeping form in his arms. He now felt ashamed. So ashamed he almost wanted to leave her to sleep by herself away from him, but he decided that he needed to be there. It was for her own good. He closed his eyes and lulled himself to sleep.

Bi-Han was gone the next morning when she awoke which was not a surprise to her. She rubbed her face gently, careful to not irritate her skin much more. Her crying had already done that enough.

She looked at the side table and was a little taken aback. There were flowers on the table. She assumed they were from Bi-Han. She carefully picked them up and inhaled their scent, sighing quietly to herself. She saw a note and picked that up as well. She read it carefully.

“Dear wife,

I have duties to attend to, but I apologize for my behavior towards you. An apology may not be enough for the harm I have caused. Truly, I am sorry. Kuai Liang has opened my eyes, and I witnessed first hand how my attitude and words affect you. I will be better for you. That is what you deserve. Please rest and relax, I will check in every so often.

Sincerely,

Bi-Han”

She felt her eyes water as she read the note over and over. It felt foreign to hear such vulnerability from Bi-Han, but she was somewhat glad to know that he realized how much his words can hurt. She hoped that he would stick to his word and truly improve. His words still stung, but she would take the time to heal and move on. That, she was sure of.

[fawnfictions]

HII :D

So basically I was thinking of a platonic thingy with monkie trio with gn!reader who can just fall asleep literally anywhere

sleepy findings

— macaque, wukong & mk, gn!reader

tbh, i'm not the smartest, so i wasn't sure if you meant the traffic light trio or like swk, mac, and mk? i went with the latter, but if you meant redson, mei, and mk, let me know and i'll happily do them, too <3

i really liked this prompt, so i wrote more than i thought i would by accident LOL

;; platonic, fluff, no warnings.

MACAQUE

- he may get a lil concerned at first, not understanding why you would fall asleep anywhere that isn't necessarily comfortable.

- after a while, he won't bat an eye, simply moving around you and continuing with his business, or making sure you're comfortable.

- if he turns around and you're just sleeping on the floor, he'll chuck a blanket on you, maybe a pillow or two (or even moving you completely if the position looked like it'd ache later).

- as much as he'll refuse to admit it, sometimes he'll hop into the shadows just to check up on you (he can't lie, he's terrified of losing you after making a new friend after so long).

- and if he finds you passed out somewhere that you probably shouldn't be, he'll carefully pick you up and move you somewhere else nearby.

- if you've decided to take a nap on a bench in the park, you'll mysteriously wake up inside Pigsy's restaurant, assuming that you must've started sleep walking.

- will definitely join you whenever and wherever you decide to conk out, if he's able to, though.

- depending on the strength of ur relationship/how long you've known each other, he'll lay down close to you.

- probably won't snuggle with you, but will move as close to you as he can, having some part of his body touching yours; like his tail laid over your midsection, or his arm against yours.

- he's most likely touch-starved in some way—monkey's are very social and affectionate creatures, and since his resurrection, he hasn't had the chance to cuddle up to, or rough house, with anyone, much less the other monkey's on Flower-Fruit Mountain.

- but he'd be reluctant to start anything, and wouldn't want to outright ask for cuddles, either.

- if you insist on it, though, he'll happily wrap himself around you in a warm embrace, reminiscing on the cuddle piles he and Wukong used to take part in.

The dark-shaded monkey dipped himself into the familiar darkness, joining the bitter shadows lingering in the cracks and crevices of buildings and people alike. He travelled away from the dojo, his usual place of hiding, and onwards to the theatre.

Macaque had planned to perform his usual shadow play, a sort of practice for the eventual time that the Monkey King's little successor would be lured there. However, he'd be lying by saying he wasn't enjoying himself—putting on a show for the local theatre had almost turned into a hobby for him.

As he emerged from the void he often travelled through, stepping into an alleyway next to his destination, Macaque felt one of his ears twitch. He picked up a noise he had grown familiar with, following the quiet snores after adjusting his cloak to ensure his identity was hidden from the public.

The anthropomorphic monkey rounded the corner, taking all but a few steps until he was stood in front of an occupied wooden-bench. He silently sighed, holding back a smile at the scenario he had been through all too many times.

You were seated, chest moving rhythmically with your calm breaths. Your head was uncomfortably leaned backwards at an angle, eyes closed, and mouth slightly agape.

You were clearly asleep; although, Macaque didn't know how.

He felt his heart swell at the peacefulness and innocence displayed on your face. He already knew that he'd do anything to protect you from the kindness you had shown him, but this just further encased that thought in his mind.

It took all but seconds for him to decide. The shadow play could wait and be performed later; for now, he'd focus on taking you home and ensuring your safety and comfortability.

He gathered you in his arms, positioning your head to lean into the crook of his neck and holding underneath your legs and upper back.

Macaque promptly fell into the shadows after a quick glance confirming that no one important would see. He held you tightly, understanding that these 'voids' of his were often too cold for most lifeforms, not wanting you to catch a sickness.

In less than a minute he felt himself 'pop!' back into existence, the familiar interior welcoming him back. Your house had always felt warm to him; not in the sense that you kept the heater on, but rather that it radiated a friendliness that drew people in. It felt very... Homely.

He navigated himself to your bedroom, which was practically muscle memory at this point. After gently placing you amongst the fluffy pillows and heavy blankets, he shed himself of the cloak he wore and lazily tossed it on the floor.

With conversant movement, Macaque took his place beside you in the bed, worming his way under the covers and wrapping it over you. He hesitantly lifted his arm, laying it over your midsection and pausing, listening for any hitches in your breath or signals of disturbance.

Once he was certain you weren't going to wake up any time soon, he relaxed into the position, unconsciously curling his tail over your leg under the blankets.

Macaque may have had plans today, but none of which were as important as taking a lazy day and napping with you.

WUKONG

- he totally gets it tbh

- if he could, he would be falling asleep anywhere and everywhere.

- he isn't too concerned about it, he figures that if you aren't worried about it, he shouldn't be either.

- refuses to ever wake you up, unless you are in immediate danger or if he desperately needs you for something.

- if you fall asleep anywhere on Flower-Fruit Mountain, you WILL wake up in a non-consenting cuddle pile with like, 20 monkey's.

- wukong may or may not also be in that pile (he totally is, out of jealousy).

- any time he finds you sleeping, no matter where it is, he'll join you.

- asleep in a tree? he's jumped up there and is already wrapping his arms around you.

- taken a nap in Pigsy's restaurant? well, looks like he'll surprise MK with a quick visit (where he's cuddling up to you).

- sleeping on a public bench? okay, maybe he's a little more reluctant to be that public about it, he is the Monkey King after all—he'll just move you both to a more private location.

- that may sound saucy, but it isn't, i promise <//3 he's just nervous of someone taking advantage of him in a vulnerable state and attacking you both.

- he LOVES his lazy days, and if you even entertain the idea of sleeping in, he will immediately be dragging you back under the covers to get some more shut-eye.

- honestly, you'll have to drag him out by his tail if you want to get up any time after, like, 10am.

- and, if he gets you too wrapped up in his arms, you aren't seeing the outside world until MK comes knocking at his door, asking about his lesson that was supposed to start 10 mins ago.

- this monkey is VERY cuddly.

- you don't even have to ask, and he'll be (NON-SEXUALLY!!!) touching every part of your body with his own.

- he loves feeling you against him, it really grounds him and confirms that his loved one is safe within his arms, and hasn't abandoned him.

Wukong was growing nervous.

You had told him you'd only be gone for a few minutes, planning on grabbing a few snacks for the movie marathon that you two had set up. Yet, it had been nearly an hour and there was no sign of your return.

When he realised his tail was unconsciously tapping against the arm of the couch, Wukong decided to investigate. Despite his comfortable position amongst the pillows, he lifted himself onto his feet and wandered towards the kitchen. If you were supposed to be collecting snacks, that's where you should be, right?

As he glanced around his familiar abode, he felt his heart drop at the lack of your presence. However, before he was able to begin panicking about your whereabouts and a possible kidnapping, one of his monkey's pulled on his pant leg to gain his attention.

With a few chirps and hand motions, Wukong realised that the smaller of the two wanted to lead him somewhere. If he knew his monkey's well enough, which he did, he'd know that this one must've picked up on his anxious behaviour and was trying to help. With this knowledge alone, the mystic monkey was willingly led to, hopefully, you.

It took all but a few minutes to come across a, rather large might he add, cuddle pile. And, in the midst of it all, was you, smothered by several monkey's clinging onto your form.

Despite the swelling of his heart to seeing his family and you getting along so well, he felt somewhat... irked. This was where you were the entire time? Without him?

Wukong was able to shake the feeling away, before stepping closer to the pile with the intention to join everyone. His entrance had woken most of the monkey's up, causing them to move further away from you to allow their King to take his place next to you in the middle.

From the appearance of it, he was left to assume that you had entered the kitchen and gotten distracted by the cuddle pile that had begun to form, unable to resist the temptation of sleeping. He wasn't surprised; there wasn't a week that had gone by where he hadn't found you asleep in some odd place.

He lowered himself next to you, gently wrapping your body close to his and folding his arms around you. His tail was moved around your leg. Gradually, he felt more monkey's placing themselves around him, further enticed by their King joining the cuddle pile.

It wasn't long before Wukong felt himself drifting out of consciousness. Your rhythmic breathing and the reassurance of your body pressed up against his created a calm atmosphere in his mind, surrounded by his loved ones. He had a feeling that he would need to cancel that lesson with MK, later, though.

MK

- he is SERIOUSLY concerned when he finds you falling asleep one too many times.

- asks if you've been sleeping alright, how many hours you're getting each night, etc.

- poor boy thinks you must be stressed and lacking sleep, from prior experience of his own.

- when you tell him that you just... fall asleep for no reason, sometimes, he's... surprised, to say the least. you can tell he doesn't immediately believe you.

- gets even MORE concerned when he finds you in these weird locations and positions, some of which do not look comfortable in the slightest.

- might even ask Sandy for help, only to be told the same thing that you already told him.

- listen,,, he's just worried for his friend's wellbeing :(

- if you fall asleep in Pigsy's restaurant, he'll rush upstairs to grab you a pillow and some blankets.

- and he'll act as your guard dog, making sure no one disturbs your sleep by being too loud or by moving you.

- although, if anything, he'll be the one to wake you up—he can't exactly control his volume very well.

- If he finds you asleep somewhere outside, he'll probably take you to Pigsy's restaurant, but if it's closed, he'll just take you to his house instead :)

- honestly, i doubt he'd cuddle you at all, unless you were like, ultimate besties and asked him to cuddle.

- he'd be MEGA awkward about it too, but once he got comfortable, he would realise that he's a lil touch-starved and would revel in the feeling of his arms around you/your arms around him.

- if Mei walked in on you two cuddling, she would join you IMMEDIATELY join you, and you'd be stuck in a cuddle pile with them both for the next couple hours.

Before he's even found you, MK knows you've probably fallen asleep in some obscure place that will concern him. Despite his dislike of this habit you've gotten, when he finds you asleep in Pigsy's, he's somewhat glad, because at least he knows where you are.

It's days like these that he can feel himself getting older by the minute. The stress you put on him is undeniable, he hates not knowing whether his friends are safe or not.

Fortunately, his searching does not take long until he finds you.

At first glance, he assumes that you're a child, collecting sticks or playing hide-n-seek in the park, before realising it's you; sleeping underneath a tree. MK wastes little time in rushing over to you, giving you a once-over to ensure that you haven't brought injury unto yourself.

He sighs in relief after noticing that you're in good physical shape. That was one less thing to worry about; now, onto the next...

He wormed his arms underneath your body, being as careful as possible to not disturb your slumber, and lifting you up against his chest. You might complain at him later, feeling embarrassed to be picked up and moved by him, but he's fine with it as long as you're safe and in his sight while sleeping.

With the strength he's gained from his newfound abilities and Monkey King's training, he barely breaks a sweat in his endeavours to relocate you. The familiar scent of Pigsy's restaurant calms him, and clearly you, as well, if the unconscious smile on your face after entering was anything to go by.

MK makes a beeline for one of the booth seats, gently placing you down and ensuring that you won't take a tumble off the edge, before rushing back outside to enter his own apartment above the restaurant. Despite knowing that you're a heavy sleeper and unlikely to wake anytime soon, he hurried to grab the necessary items that he kept stashed in a seperate cupboard for your unexpected naps.

With a pillow and blanket now in his grasp, the young successor retraced his steps to the building below.

Both his boss and Tang ignored his behaviour, used to the odd interaction that happened between you two every week or so. As MK carefully wrapped the blanket over your shoulders, he quietly shushed Tang after a particularly loud slurp from the scholar.

Once he was certain that you were the comfiest you could be, he sat down in the seat opposite you and relaxed. Pigsy had let him out on a break earlier, and he still had 10 minutes left to enjoy it.

That was, until he was startled by the yelling of a young girl entering the building.

MK, in response, stammered out a warning that you were sleeping, putting a finger to his mouth and shushing her. He glanced over to you through Mei's apologies, thankful to notice that you hadn't woken from the disturbance.

He really had no clue how you were able to sleep the way you did.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hiii can I request for sabo, ace and law(you can add more characters if you'd like because I mainly wanted these three<3) where you are sparring and they accidentally touch you inappropriately? With a female!reader please

Thank you so much if you're doing this :D

Your writing is amazing and I've been checking your tumblr daily tbh, keep up the work you're doing great ^^

You check my stuff daily? Thank you so much!

Warnings: inappropriate touching, mentions of male arousal (Ace), scientific explination of breasts

Word Count: 1165

     Facing each other, you couldn’t help but smirk. You both knew each other’s fighting styles, both knew how the other’s body moved, how they typically reacted, how they worked. It meant that you could both push each other, but help each other. Knowing each other’s fighting styles meant that neither of you could use your typical style, you had to improvise, mix things up, and think on your feet. How their body moved, their reach, their strengths and weaknesses, meant that they had to fix the points you’d take advantage of, how to reach further or use their reach against them. It all meant that with each match, you got better, you could do better, that when you met a real enemy, you could be better.

     It had honestly been an accident. He’d been going for an attack when you moved, he’d simply been trying to move with you, to hit you while you attempted to dodge. Now, laying on the ground, unmoving, eyes wide, he wished he hadn’t. The young man quickly scrambled off of you, immediately standing up and looking away.

Sabo

     His cheeks were bright red as he looked away.

     “S-Sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean to. I uh, here, let me help you up.” he said, looking away as he held out his hand. You couldn’t help but cover your breasts as you took his hand, the blond quickly and easily hoisting you up. Neither of you could look at each other, your faces bright red as you stood there awkwardly. 

     “I uh, th-thanks for sparring with me, I… I always learn a lot from you.” you muttered, still covering your chest. You swore you could still feel his gloved hand over your breast, the way he touched you as you both fell to the ground. His strong arms pinning you to the ground as you both tried to process what had just happened. You both fidgetted nervously as you stood there, not sure what to do or say. It wasn’t like either of you were innocent to the ways of the world. You knew this kind of stuff happened and you’d had passionate make out sessions where his hands had groped your ass. You knew it had been an accident, that he hadn’t meant for any of it, but that being said, this was in public and had been a little more than just his hands on your butt. 

     “So uh, let’s um… end early today, I uh… could use some lunch.” Sabo muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

     “Yeah, that… that sounds great.” you said, the both of you heading inside awkwardly. You hesitantly took his hand, giving a light squeeze as you looked away. You wanted him to know that, no matter what happened, you weren’t upset.

Ace

     The two of you stood there, as if frozen in place. You stood in front of him, his arms wrapped around you, one wrapped around your arms and stomach, the other still placed on your breast, the both of you redder than tomatoes. He’d just been practicing his hand to hand combat. He used his devil fruit powers so often that he wanted to work on his basic abilities. Nothing more, nothing less. Feeling the soft plush of your breast hadn’t been his intention. All he’d wanted was to put you in a hold, one arm around your stomach, pinning your arms to your side and another around your shoulder. Held tightly to him as he whispered in your ear, enjoying feeling you in his arms while still training. Ace slowly let go of you, as if he wasn’t certain if he should let you go or not. To be honest, he was still fairly stunned, his brain having short circuited the moment his hand had grabbed the soft, squishy orb. Being a healthy 20 year old, he’d seen bare ones before in magazines, heard how soft and squishy they could feel, had felt them pressing against his bare chest as he held you close in a passionate kiss. But none of it could have prepared him for actually feeling it in his hand, for the way it felt under his fingers, how it felt so perfect, it was so…. You eyes widened as your head whipped around to face him, unable to do much more than stare at him.

     “S-sorry, I… I didn’t mean to… I just…” Ace mumbled, unsure what to say as he looked away from you.

     “I-I understand… it was an accident… you um… I’ll see you at lunch?” you asked, looking away from him. Ace just nodded quietly, heading towards his room, hands stuffed in his pants, hoping nobody noticed how his loose shorts bulged.

Law

     The young doctor cleared his throat as he moved away from you, pulling his hat down to cover his blush. As a doctor, the female anatomy was nothing new. Subcutaneous fat filled orbs containing mammary glands necessary for feeding infants until said child was ready to eat solid foods. The glands all lead to the nipple, a sensitive bud that an infant suckled from, often an errogenous zone that brought women pleasure or could be so sensitive as to cause pain. These orbs would often swell when a woman lactated, the mammary glands filling and flowing with milk that would nourish the newborn. That being said, while such things were simple bodily functions, basic anatomy that every doctor knew and ‘nothing to be ashamed of’, he still found himself extremely embaressed and bright red at what had happened. You took a few steps back, trying to calm your racing heart and bright red cheeks down. It was an accident, he hadn’t meant to, you kept repeating this in your head in an attempt to calm yourself, only succeeding in fidgetting nervously. 

     “It was a simple accident. Nothing to be ashamed of. As a doctor, I’ve studied the human anatomy and seen plenty of bodies.” Law said in an attempt to shake off the embarressment. Not that it actually worked as you both continued to stand there silently, not really sure what to do next. You just nodded, staring down at your feet.

     “W-why don’t I go make us a snack? W-we trained pretty hard today, we deserve a small snack.” you said before hurrying towards the kitchen, anything to escape the moment and the embarressment. Law sighed, taking off his hat and running his hand through his hair. He was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to look at you for a week after what just happened and the moment would probably replay itself in his mind over and over again. Looking down at his hand, he swore he could still feel your breast in his hand, how it felt against his tattooed fingers. He was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to look you in the eye without turning bright red for a while, no matter what he told himself in an attempt to calm himself down.

[nessinborderland]

V-E-N-U-S (03)

Pairing: Rafe x plus size!Reader

Genre: smut, dark-ish fic

Word Count: 6 ,2k

Warnings ⚠️ Mildly Dubious Consent, Enemies to Lovers, more like Enemies to Enemies That Fuck tbh, Rafe Cameron Being an Asshole, mentions of bullying, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Rough Sex, Mentions of death of a parent, Drinking, Drug Use, Rafe needs therapy asap, fatphobia, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary: The nickname he had given you in 8th grade was supposed to be ironic. In Rafe’s defense, he used to be a pretty stupid and cruel fourteen-year-old, as most kids that age are. So yeah, nicknaming the fat and nerdy chick Venus – like the goddess of sex and beauty – had been pretty hilarious in young Rafe's opinion.

What he would've never guessed was how much that name would fit you now as a grown woman.

Notes: Here is part 3! Enjoy 💖

AO3 | Masterlist | Part 1

You felt like you could finally breathe when you set foot inside your house, the familiar scent of beef strogonoff making your stomach grumble as you realized you were starving. You knew it wasn’t healthy, but you rarely got hungry while working, doing a shift without much more than a granola bar and yogurt in your stomach.

But you were home now, and your body knew it, muscles relaxing and mouth salivating at the prospect of finally sitting down and having a nice meal. Maybe then you would forget about your shitty day – in particular your last conversation with Rafe. That had really soured your mood, a tension in your shoulders and neck that was starting to give you headaches.

Locking the door behind you, you dropped your backpack on a chair and sat on the floor with a tired exhale, taking off your shoes before fully laying down on the wooden surface, dust and dog fur in your hair be damned. Your whole body needed a break, your feet in particular; they always hurt like a bitch after a long shift of standing up and walking around.

The noise of loud indie rock came somewhere from the back of the house, and you could hear kid music and cartoons coming from the living room, just to your right. A tip-tapping sound from the hallway made you look up, and a smile stretched your lips as you were approached by the only family member to always greet you at the front door.

“Hey old man, how was your day?” you cooed as you sat up to pet K-Nine behind the ears, just how he liked it.

The old German Shepard mix wagged his tail from side to side as he excitedly tip-tapped his nails on the floor, trying to welcome you with a lick to the face that you promptly dodged with a chuckle. Your dad had let you pick K-Nine on your 10th birthday, and, in a way, this dog was like a part of your father that was still with you. It hurt watching him get older and start to prefer naps instead of long walks outside.

After a quick cuddle and a pet to his graying muzzle, you stood up and walked into the living room together, where your younger brother sat on the couch with his full attention on the TV.

“Hello, Kev,” you greeted when you passed by the couch, being completely ignored even when you ruffled his hair as you walked towards the open kitchen. “Bluey is that good huh?...” you muttered under your breath before smiling at your mother. “Hey, Mom, smells good!”

“Hey, sweets, you got home just in time,” greeted your mother, sending you a tired smile as she set the table. You hurried to help her, knowing that – no matter how tired you were – your mother would be ten times worse. “How was work today?”

“Work was okay, got some good tips,” you said as you took out the orange juice from the fridge and set it on the table. “How was your day?”

“Exhausting,” She said as she sat at the table with a tired sigh, a smile still on her lips. “But cleaning rich people’s houses does have its perks – Mrs. Lockwood gave me some good clothes her son doesn’t use anymore, so that’s one less thing I have to worry about – I swear that your brothers are growing like weeds.”

“That’s nice of her,” you said with a forced smile; your mom was always thankful for the things her employers at Figure 8 gave her, didn’t matter if they were second-hand or not – but you still remembered how kids used to bully you over it. You just hoped your brothers didn’t go through the same. “Have you been taking your new medication? Doctor Marsh said you weren’t supposed to feel this tired after a few weeks of taking it, right?”

“Yeah, but I don’t think it’s working,” she muttered with a shake of her head, eyes down on the napkin she was folding. “They help a bit with the pain, but I still feel so drained…”

“Maybe you should do some more exams?” you asked as you grabbed the plates and started serving the still piping hot food, the smell making your stomach grumble again. “We can go early tomorrow if you want, I only start work at five.”

“And mess even more with your college savings?” she asked in what you knew was a rhetorical tone. “I’m not doing that.” Then she turned to your younger brother, still watching his cartoons like they were the only thing in the room. “Kev, honey, go call your brother for dinner, please – Kevin, now.” Then she turned to you again. “Fibromyalgia won’t kill me, I can manage. Let’s just focus on getting you into college for now, I’m not having you stuck on this island waiting tables for the rest of your life.”

You gave her a resigned nod, setting the plates on the table before sitting down at your usual place in front of her, noticing the bags under her eyes and the silver in her hair – she had aged so much since being diagnosed two years ago. You didn’t like the fact that your mother refused to get all the help she needed; yes, there was no cure for her condition, but there were treatments to alleviate the symptoms, which she just refused to do if it involved touching your savings.

At times, it frustrated you more than just a little. You would rather your mother enjoyed her life comfortably with no pain than go to college; it was not like your major of choice was going anywhere, anyway.

The arrival of your brothers stopped you from pressing on the matter again, and dinner went by as it always went, with silly conversations that made you laugh and your worries disappear, allowing you to enjoy these little moments when everything was fine.

No work, no stress, no drama.

It was now almost ten-thirty in the evening, and your mother and Kevin were already long asleep while you relaxed on the couch with K-Nine sprawled belly up between you and David. Mom had only recently allowed him to watch scary movies, and the kid was obsessed, to say the least. So, it had become tradition, for the past few months, to watch a horror movie every Friday and Saturday night after dinner, which you were happy to oblige.

David was very noticeably going through puberty right now, and sometimes the only way to get him out of his room was to convince him to either go to the movies or watch something on the TV. Netflix was a luxury you were willing to pay for if it allowed you these special moments with him.

“Do you believe in demons?” David murmured as you watched the final shot of Annabelle in a glass enclosure fade to black before the credits rolled.

“Sure do,” you snorted as you stretched your stiff muscles with a yawn. “See them all the time at my job.”

The boy tilted his head to the side, brows furrowing.

“Uh, do you mean Kooks?”

“Kooks. Demons. They’re pretty much the same thing,” you replied with a specific person in mind. “Why? You scared?”

“I’m thirteen, of course I’m not scared,” he said with an eye roll that could match your own, helping you fold the blanket you had used before adding with a small shrug, “Just wondering…”

“Well, I don’t think we have to worry about demons, so you’re good.”

“Hmm…” He looked lost in thought as he hesitantly asked, “And what about ghosts? Do you think they’re real?”

“Not really.” Something sounded off, you could see it in his faraway gaze, the way he chewed on his bottom lip, shoulders sagged. “Why do you ask, Davie?”

He was quiet for a moment, and then he uttered, his bottom lip trembling, “I- I can’t remember Dad’s voice anymore… I think I’m forgetting Dad.”

“Aw, Davie.”

You pulled him against you, arms going around him as you held him in a tight embrace, kissing the top of his head when he hugged you back just as tight, his shoulders lightly shaking as he hid his face in the crook of your neck. He was growing up so fast; another year and he would be taller than you.

You said nothing as you let him cry, hugging him while rubbing his back, trying to ignore the lump in your throat. Even though you could cry, you wouldn’t do it now; he had seen you cry so much in the past, seen you sob and lose yourself as you grieved, not old enough to quite process everything that had happened, but old enough to hold you like you were holding him now.

It was your turn to support him through this.

He had been eight years old when your father died, just a little boy – which, in a way, made it so much worse for him. You had been fifteen and had almost died yourself, too deep in your own despair at the time to notice anyone else’s misery. But now you felt his pain as if it was your own. You were sure that if there were no pictures of your father around the house, his face would also start to blur from your memories.

“I think Mom might have some videos of Dad in a hard drive somewhere,” you said after some time in silence. “Why don’t we look for them tomorrow and watch them together?”

You heard him sniffle as he nodded, and you broke the embrace before gently guiding him out of the living room and saying goodnight to each other.

You watched as your brother opened the door of the room he shared with Kevin before getting inside, leaving it slightly ajar as he did every night, the shine of the night light (he still had nightmares sometimes) giving you some visual aid as you walked the dark hallway towards your own bedroom.

A sudden knock at the front door made you jump in place.

“Shh, boy, it’s okay,” you hushed your dog as he let out a bark from the living room, rushing after you as you hurried to check the peephole. Your brows furrowed, lips pursing as you noticed who was on the other side of the door.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door to face none other than your cousin.

“Hey,” he said in a hushed tone before you could utter a word, looking at you with his hands in his pockets and a nervous expression on his face. “I know it’s late, but can we talk?”

You hesitated before giving him a nod and stepping outside, leaving the door unlocked behind you as you walked towards the front steps. You had a good guess as to why he was at your doorstep at this hour, and your shoulders tensed at the prospect of having this specific discussion right now.

“Fine,” you muttered as you moved to sit on the front step. “What do you wanna talk about?”

John B followed your lead and sat beside you, absently petting K-Nine behind the ears as the old dog lay down on the porch with a huff.

“JJ told me about you and Rafe.”

He was going straight to the subject. Good. The sooner you finished this, the sooner you could go to bed and pretend it never happened.

“What about me and Rafe?”

John B stopped petting the dog, fingers fidgeting as he started picking the old scraps of paint from the wooden step beneath him.

“Please don’t lie to me, V. Not about this.” You didn’t think you had ever heard John B say anything in such a serious tone, jaw clenched and mouth set in a straight line as his gaze locked on yours, eyes shining in the moonlight with something akin to concern. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. I know you would never have something with him even if he was the last man on earth, but I heard the rumors, so what the hell happened between you two?”

Your brows furrowed, his tone not lost to you as you tried to understand exactly the meaning behind his words.

“Wait, what- what are you talking about?” you asked after a moment of only staring at him, unsure of what to say. “What the hell did JJ tell you?”

“Last Saturday, at that Kook party, Rafe did something to you.” You looked at him in total confusion as he took your hands in his, his grip a little tighter than you would find comfortable. “He forced you, didn’t he? I saw the bruises, I saw the marks but I just thought…” he shook his head, tone turning frantic as you let out a nervous chuckle, at a complete loss for words as you realized what he was implying. He couldn’t be serious. “Did he drug you? Whatever he did, you have to tell me, tell the police. We can get him arrested. If- If you don’t want to do that maybe we can try to- to, I don’t know, but we can make him pay somehow.”

This was madness. This whole situation was ridiculous. Absolute insanity.

“John B, no, please stop–”

“No, no, no, you don’t have to be scared of him–”

“Johnathan, stop!” you snapped, tears stinging your eyes as you finally managed to pull your hands from his grip. “Whatever JJ told you, it’s not true. Rafe didn’t force me to do anything I didn’t want to do, so stop whatever this is!”

He stared at you, eyes wide and mouth agape as understanding finally settled.

“What?”

“Rafe didn’t hurt me.”

His eyes flashed with anger, and an intrusive thought crossed your mind; it was almost like he preferred you had been assaulted.

“You actually willingly slept with him?”

The disgust was as clear in his voice as it was in his face, and you couldn’t stop yourself from recoiling in a sudden burst of shame. You were quick to push that emotion aside; you had nothing to be ashamed of.

“Even if I did, whatever my deal is with Rafe is between me and him. Not you and not JJ, so you can just stop getting in my business like I’m your responsibility. I’ve been dealing with Cameron for years now, he’s not your problem.”

“That’s the thing though, he is my problem!” he shouted, and you looked back at your house, afraid your family would be alerted by the ruckus. This was not a subject they needed to get involved in. “He’s always picking fights with us and treats Sarah like shit! Have you seen what he and Topper did to Pope the other day? He’s not a good guy and you know that so why the hell would you willingly spread your legs for him?”

“Hey, watch it!” your tone raised to match his own, index finger pointed at his chest as you pinned him down in a glare. K-Nine barked, sensing the rise in emotions. “You don’t get to talk to me like that!”

“What, am I lying?” his tone quieted, but the expression of anger on his face didn’t falter, hand raising to roughly push your own away. “Didn’t you go from hating him one minute to letting him fuck you the next? Like a–”

You felt the heat in your palm before you could even register what you had done. Tears stung in your eyes as you stared down at John B, who was cradling his cheek and looking at you with a mixture of shock, anger, and sadness in his hazel eyes.

“Get. Out. Of my house,” you commanded in between shaking breaths.

You stared down at each other for what felt like hours, neither of your saying a thing. You forced yourself to stop your lower lip from trembling, hiding your shaking hands behind your back as you finally broke eye contact, sure that you would erupt into tears if you stared at the disappointment in his eyes for one more second.

“Just leave,” you whispered as you made your way to the front door, not caring anymore if he left or not.

“He’ll hurt you.”

You halted, hand on the doorknob, glancing at him over his shoulder. Waiting.

“He’ll hurt you,” John B repeated, firmly this time, avoiding your eyes. Then he added, his tone so soft you barely understood the words “And when he does, you can count on me. Until then…”

You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but he was already walking away before you could utter a single sound.

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You rolled in bed for the hundredth time that night, your cousin’s words repeating themselves in your mind over and over and over, like a broken record that never stopped.

Didn’t you go from hating him one minute to letting him fuck you the next?

You had… hadn’t you? Against your better judgment, against your own principles, you had let Rafe touch you and kiss you in ways you never even thought he would want to. Rafe Cameron was an awful person, and that wasn’t a matter of opinion. He was entitled, cruel, temperamental, and prone to violence. You knew that. He had terrorized you for years and made your life a living hell; laughed at you, hurt you, made you cry more times than you could count, and still…that hadn’t stopped you from riding him and moaning for him as if your life depended on it, had it?

And now here you were, unable to sleep, with a tightness in your chest and a churning stomach that was starting to make you nauseous. You were exhausted from all the muffled crying you had done as soon as you got to your bedroom, your pillow stained with tears.

John B’s words hurt, making you feel even worse than you already felt. Part of you hated him a little, insulted and beyond upset by everything he had said. He had no right to act like that. Still, the other side of you cried in shame, wondering if he was right and if you really were being the stupid and undeniably wrong person in all of this mess.

I slapped him, for God’s sake!

That alone was enough reason to at least text him an apology, but you quickly stopped yourself from doing it. You were still too furious, wounds too fresh.

Your thoughts started spiraling out of control, and that tightness in your chest grew worse.

What if your mom found out?

What if your boss found out?

What if you lost your job and your family because of it?

What if you and John B’s relationship never recovered?

What if this stupid fucking mistake stopped you from going to college and making a better life for yourself and your family so you would be forced to work as a waitress for the rest of your life until you died alone on this island with no family and friends, only the police to discover your cat-eaten corpse?

What if, what if, what if?

You buried your face in your pillow with a grunt of frustration, wishing you could go back in time and murder Rafe Cameron in his sleep, just for good measure. Then none of this would’ve happened, and you could continue living your life without this particular storm hanging over your head.

Groaning at how stuffy your room felt, you kicked your sheets off of you before getting out of bed and walking straight to the chair in the corner of your room. Grabbing the pair of shorts and the hoodie laying on it, you hurriedly got dressed before making your way out of the house, phone and keys safely stored in your hoodie’s pocket.

You hesitated as you walked down the stairs of your front porch, unsure of where to go.

It was at times like this that you wished you had more friends; Nina had been abroad for two years (It would be four in the morning in Portugal, so it was not like you could call her now) and you doubted that JJ, Kie, Pope, or Sarah would want to hear anything you had to say, after what happened. A couple of other people came to mind, but you never contacted them unless sex was involved, and that was not what you wanted right now.

Sex was what got me into this mess in the first place.

The sounds of waves in the distance crashing against the shoreline caught your attention. You listened for a moment, taking a deep breath of the salty breeze, mind going blank for a blessed moment. Living this close to the ocean could be a curse some days, unwanted memories rushing to your mind if you let them take over; right now, however, you would like to think of it as a blessing.

You were strolling towards the Boneyard before you could give it much thought, hands stuffed in your pockets and hoodie over your head as the chilly coastline wind made you shiver despite the warm island weather.

Your ears perked as the sound of loud music and voices alerted you to a party nearby, right on the other side of the dunes. You could smell burning wood the closer you got, and it didn’t take you long to catch the sight of a bonfire, people laughing and dancing and drinking without a care in the world.

Exactly what you needed.

You approached the gathering with your eyes on the crackling fire, enjoying the way the dancing flames cast a glow over the sand, making it look the color of melted caramel under the moonlit sky. The sand under your naked feet was cool to the touch, and the seawater was thankfully far enough away for you to be able to relax.

Most people around you were familiar in one way or another, a fair mix of Kooks, Pogues, and Tourons that just wanted to enjoy their Friday night as much as you did. You walked through the party crowd, being mostly ignored besides the occasional wave or nod of recognition that you made sure to retribute.

Fortunately, you saw no unwanted faces that would make you instantly turn around and leave.

That made you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding; no one seemed to be talking about you or looking at you weirdly, and there was no one to ruin your night more than John B already had. Perfect.

Coming here was a good decision, you thought as you approached the kegs of beer, smiling as you recognized one of the guys handing out drinks.

“Hey, V.” Eli, a tall young man with short curly hair smiled at you as he handed you a full cup of beer before you even had to ask. “Haven’t seen you in a while. What have you been up to?”

“Oh, you know,” you shrugged as you took the cup from his hand, sipping the bitter drink, “just working and binge-watching shows on my days off. All very thrilling. You?”

“Same,” he chuckled, warm brown eyes looking almost golden in the light of the fire. “Just helping out at the cafe and surfing when I can. By the way, when are you passing by? My Mama keeps telling me to bring you over again, says she has some new books you might like.”

“Aw, she misses me?”

“C’mon, V, you know we all do,” he said, sending you a wink that made the corners of your lips twitch and a familiar heat take over your cheeks, the suggestion in his tone not being lost on you.

You really liked Eli, with his pretty smile and easy-going nature.

He had graduated two years before you, and you had gotten closer when you started spending your free time at his family’s cafe, staying whole afternoons reading or writing in their quaint little book corner. It didn’t take you long to develop a friendship, and before you knew it you were having your first kiss and experiencing your first time in his bed, in the apartment right above his shop. He had been kind and patient, and you really couldn’t have imagined a better way to lose your virginity.

But – even though you were aware that he liked you – you had never let your relationship evolve into something more than friends with benefits. Why ruin something that worked just fine?

“Maybe I’ll pass by on my next day off,” you said, and his eyes glinted. “Are you working on Monday?”

“I’m not, but I’ll be waiting there for you. Wanna go out and have lunch too? This new place just opened and–”

Your smile faltered, and he was quick to notice.

“No, no, I mean, just as friends,” Eli quickly clarified with an awkward chuckle. “I know you don’t want to change what we have and that’s fine by me. But, you know… we can hang out if you want and have a good time. We’re chill, right?”

Sometimes you wondered what was stopping you from getting into a relationship with a guy that was handsome, kind, shared so many of your interests, and knew how to please you in the best way. The problem wasn’t him, you were well aware of that. The problem was you and your fear of commitment.

Fuck that. You deserved something good in your life. And, right now, you really needed it.

“We are,” you answered, and you noticed relief softening his brow. “You know what, yeah, let’s plan something fun for Monday. How about–”

A heavy hand on your shoulder made you jump, and you stopped mid-sentence to look behind you, heart almost jolting out of your chest as you faced the last person you wanted to see at that moment.

“Rafe,” you muttered, glaring at his blue eyes before looking down at his hand, still on your shoulder. “Take your hand off me.”

“You’re in the way,” he simply said while dropping his hand to his side, nodding past you at the kegs of beer.

You said nothing, moving to stand next to Eli as Rafe passed by you and refilled his own cup. With a strange look at you and a glare sent in your friend’s direction, the blond left, and you followed him with your eyes as he walked away to the other side of the crowd, where he stood with his little gang of friends.

Of course he would be here, you thought as your hand reflexively squeezed the plastic cup in your hand. Luck was rarely on your side.

Maybe coming to this party hadn’t been a good idea, after all.

“That was weird,” uttered Eli, also looking in Rafe’s direction. “He could’ve gotten more beer right there.” He nodded in the direction of the other kegs, where no one stood in the way.

“Yeah, he just wanted to piss me off.”

“You’re still at each other’s throats then?”

“Yup.”

He hummed in response, and a weird moment passed where neither of you said a thing. You, for once, were too preoccupied with weighing the pros and cons of staying at a party with Rafe Cameron in your vicinity. The smart move right now would be to leave; you had no idea what would happen if both of you stayed. Then Eli spoke again, words coming out deliberately and slowly like he was thinking them carefully.

“You know that he’s not a good guy, right?”

You scoffed.

“You’re telling me that, of all people?”

“Just making sure…”

You let out a sigh, hand raising to brush over your face with a tired grunt.

“So, you heard about it too, huh?” you asked, hoping the irritation in your voice scared Eli enough so he wouldn’t ask too many questions.

“Yup,” he said, popping the ‘p’, eyes down as he kicked a tiny hill of sand. “Don’t know if it’s true and I don’t understand you if it is, but it’s none of my business so… just be careful, okay? He hangs around the wrong crowd sometimes, and, well,” he shrugged, “you know how he is.”

You glanced at Eli, taking in the way he rubbed the back of his neck, thinking his words through. Whatever he was implying, was said out of concern for your well-being, nothing more.

“Okay…” you started, unsure of what else to say. “Thanks for letting me know, but there’s no reason to worry. I can take care of myself.”

“I know.” He nodded once, and a pretty smile graced his lips again as he looked at you. “Now, about Monday…”

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You were more than just a little tipsy.

You stumbled over your own feet as you walked past the dunes, giggling to yourself as you remembered a joke you had said early in the evening, already so plastered that you had struggled to get the words out without laughing. You hadn’t really meant to get as drunk as you were, but before you knew it you were six cups past sobriety, dancing and singing at the top of your lungs with Eli and his friend group.

You felt amazing in your intoxicated high, barely remembering what had soured your mood in the first place. Eli had helped you forget, with his easy conversation and sense of humor, and his friends had welcomed you into their group without unwanted questions or weird looks sent your way.

Was exactly what you had been needing; and a long time overdue if you were being honest with yourself.

Not even Rafe had been able to smother your euphoria, despite the very noticeable glares sent your way throughout the night. After some time, you had even forgotten he was there, completely focused on enjoying the party to its fullest.

And damn you if you hadn’t succeeded.

It was now somewhere past two in the morning, and the exhaustion of your workday had gotten to you despite the alcohol in your bloodstream and your high spirits. So, you had said goodbye to Eli – with the promise to meet on Monday – and were currently making your way out of the Boneyard. A tiny voice in your brain warned you about the massive hangover that you would without a doubt suffer in the morning, but you lazily brushed it off; now was not the time to think about tomorrow.

Now all you wanted to do was lay down.

Lay down…

You fell to the sand with the grace of a newborn foal, giggling as you laid face up, eyes wandering lazily on the clear sky. It was spotted with shiny stars, one constellation more beautiful than another, and your eyes watered; looking at the night sky had always made you feel emotional.

I’ll sleep here tonight, you thought as you curled in on yourself, face towards the stars, fingers tapping on the sand out of rhythm with the music still playing from the party just on the other side of the dunes.

“‘Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling,” you drunkenly sang off-key as Cascada’s ‘Everytime We Touch’ played loudly. “And every time we kiss I swear I could fly.” You could still hear people sing and laugh from your spot in the middle of the sandbanks, and it almost made you want to go back there and stay until the sun rose.

But you really had to go to bed; or sleep right there, one of the two. Your head spun as you tried to sit up, so you let yourself lay down again with a huff.

That’s when you noticed someone approaching.

“You’re so fucking drunk.”

“Oh, pardon me, your Royal Highness,” you mocked with a snort, turning towards the voice to see Rafe Cameron standing just a few feet from you, hands in his pockets, “but this peasant doesn’t give a shit about what you think.” You couldn’t see his face well in the darkness – only the moon as a light source – but he was most likely looking down at you with a frown, as per usual. “Leave me alone, I’m trying to sleep.”

“Here?”

“I’m homeless, you wouldn’t understand.”

“Venus.”

“Rafe,” you laughed as you tried to imitate his baritone. “Oh, Venus, you’re so fucking drunk. Oh Venus, let me fuck you again.”

“You’re fucking annoying, that’s what you are.”

You didn’t even notice Rafe approaching you, letting out a yelp of surprise as you felt him pull you up before stumbling against his chest as dizziness took over you. You made a whiny noise as he started to half-push you, half-drag you away, a strong arm around your waist while the other grabbed you by the elbow.

“No, I don’t wanna leave!” you cried out as you tried to turn away from him and back to your spot on the sand.

“I’m not leaving you to sleep on the fucking beach, you moron.”

Now you were close enough to see the annoyed glare that he pinned you under, giggling at his pinched expression as you slapped his chest in a weak attempt to have him release you.

“Ugh, you’re so boring,” you whined, letting yourself fall in his arms when you realized he was not letting you go. “Okay okay, I know, let’s tell each other secrets!” You clapped your palms against his chest, pulling his shirt when he groaned. “C’mon I’ll go first: I hate you. Like really hate you. But-” you lowered your tone to a conspiratorial whisper, “having sex with you was really good – I still hate you, though.”

“Venus–”

“Shh, it’s a secret,” you giggled, putting a finger against his lips. “Now you.”

“I–”

“You have really pretty eyes, you know that?” you mumbled as you looked into his blue eyes, forgetting the game you had been one-sided playing. “It’s so unfair…”

Rafe let out a long sigh.

“Anything more you want to tell me?” he asked, hands steadying by your shoulders as you swayed in place.

“Hmm… nope.”

“Good, then let’s get you home.”

“Wait!” you exclaimed, pulling at his hand as you let yourself fall to the sand again, laughing as he fell on his knees beside you. “Let’s watch the stars.”

He sighed again.

“I’m so close to just leaving you here.”

“Good, then go, goodbye,” you said as you frowned at him, slapping his hand away when he tried to lift you again.

You heard him sigh a third time, followed by a sound of resignation before you watched him sit down beside you. With a grunt, you used his arm to pull yourself into a sitting position, leaning against his shoulder for support as you turned your neck to look up.

“Aren’t the stars so pretty?” you whispered, shaking his arm when a moment passed without an answer.

“Yeah, guess they are.”

You kept staring up, feeling your lids drop the more you looked at the mess of gold, red, and silver dots that painted the dark blue sky. It was all so beautiful. You felt… content, even with Rafe beside you. He was still an asshole and you still couldn’t stand him, but he wasn’t being himself right now, for some weird reason your intoxicated brain couldn’t even wonder about.

Rafe cleared his throat beside you, snapping you out of your stupor.

“Can we go now?”

“Wait…” you murmured, closing your eyes for a moment as you took a deep breath of the clean ocean breeze. “Okay, we can go now.”

“Finally.”

He pulled you up and you yelped as you tripped over your own feet, allowing him to hold you straight against his chest. You looked up at his face, and a sudden thought made you bite your bottom lip.

No, don’t do it, warned a voice in the back of your mind that you promptly ignored.

Kissing Rafe felt… nice. Better than nice. You had thought so too when you had been naked under him just a week prior, moaning against his soft lips as he fucked you in a way you had never been fucked before.

Now felt no different.

You moaned into the kiss, intertwining your arms behind his neck as you pulled him closer, fingers tangling in his soft blond locks. One of his arms went around your waist, pulling you flat against his body as a hand cupped your cheek, forcing you to deepen the kiss. You did so gladly, enjoying the feel of his tongue against yours, shivering as his teeth swiftly pulled at your bottom lip.

You let yourself enjoy it, the possible outcome of it all pushed to the back of your mind. All you wanted right now was to kiss him, consequences be damned. You would deal with those when you were sober.

Rafe was the one breaking the kiss, and you almost cried as he lightly pushed you away. You wanted more than just one kiss, at this point, an insisting heat making you squeeze your thighs together.

“C’mon, you little tease,” he said, chuckling as you whined and tried to chase after his mouth. “Let’s get you home.”

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Part 4 ->

[marciaillust]

Thank you so much for Ecdysis. I only got around to read it today and urgh, my heart. Get this poor boy (Kazuma) a hug. But you gave him so much more (Ryuunosuke).

Somewhat chronological things that stood out to me: I loved the little snowman to indicate the change of seasons. And I was very glad to see the chibis in the following scene; it's just something I associate with you ever since The Clockmaster. I know you can draw hands; I think they look so well because you draw the nails. Anyway, this time I paid more attention to the ears though. You mentioned drawing lots of heads in different postition and the ears fit each time.

Again, thank you very much for creating and sharing this.

Hi! Thank you so much for the lovely message, it made me so happy to hear about all the little details you noticed about Ecdysis!

Ever since I started working on it I knew that I wanted the comic to encapsulate the timespan of about one year (leaving out all the flashbacks of course) and I spent some time thinking of quick visual indicators that would communicate the passage of time. The little snowman is one of them, another one would be the cherry tree outside Ryuunosuke's dorm room

from a blooming spring scenery, to slowly losing petals, cherries and in the very last frame of it it loses its final leaf :,)

A big part of all the background work for me was communicating the feeling of "temporariness" that Kazuma is so fixated on. Butterflies famously have week long lifespans. His footsteps in the snow get covered up by the new snow falling, and their footsteps on the beach get washed away by the sea. The foliage wastes away. And when he looks at Ryuunosuke on that final page on the beach there are a few shooting stars, beautiful yet gone in less than a second. All the while the snake stays and only grows in sizeeeee ; 0 ;

Thank you for the compliments about the anatomy! Ears have lowkey become my special point of interest when drawing heads, I feel like over the last year of making this comic I realised how much they can elevate the sense position/rotation of the head. Ears are objects with a lot of intricate details and it's kinda cool to try and capture all of them from an angle. I remember when I started drawing comics half a decade ago my ears had only 3 modes aka full on front ear (just a little C shape on the side of the head), full on side ear (90% of the ears were this ear lol), and the full on back ear ( which tbh is almost nonexistent in real life but gosh manga and anime is right about how it immediately puts a shitty head in perspective lol).

My newly found favourite ear to draw is the 3/4 back view when you can still see the iconic C swirl but also the back of the ear does a little peekaboo

Thank you so so much for reading Ecdysis! I put a lot of love into it and it means the world to me to hear you enjoyed it! :)

[necros-writing-stuff]

I'm still a big fan of killer dare- I wanna know what happens when he's 'working' what's his process?? Is he clean or like bloody the whole time? Is he careful methodical? Or is every kill random?

(I was gonna ask for head cannon format but Dare is littraly yours)

I love your stuff as always!!!

~🩷

Ooooo okay time to get graphic. I'll put it under the cut, look at your own risk (and also behold the evidence of me consuming too much true crime from a very young age).

How he kills:

Darius is a big big fan of strangulation. With his hands or with a rope/wire/length of something depends on the one he's taking out.

Reason being the lack of blood to clean up. He's a strong man, he can take most people out this way. It's also very personal. He can whisper insults in their ear while they're dying.

However, when it looks like there will be a struggle he might not win with his fists alone, Dare likes a good ole hammer to the skull.

Very very conscious about evidence. When he kills and while he stalks. Super vigilant about cameras, always leaves his phone at home when doing his little hobby. Never picks someone he knows personally or even tangentially. Has to be a total stranger. Always comes with gloves and something to keep his hair tucked away in, and something obscuring his face.

No aftershave while he kills, no branded shoes or clothes. Just as blank and inconspicuous as possible. Tends to kill at night, but not always if a better opportunity presents itself.

Victims:

Still undecided here. It depends on the story.

Victim type 1: police. From his sense of jealousy and jadedness that he lost his job because he stood up for a victim by pummelling his boss. Like the pig joke so he'll cut off their noses and make them more snout-like. Male officers get their junk cut off too.

Victim type 2: pale women with long red hair. Because Molly left and took the cat and he's a bitch about it even though it was his fault. He does not do anything sexual here, it's just rage. Post-mortem he'll often brutalise their faces.

Victim type 3: someone got too close to you and Dare can't have that. He's nearly got you in his clutches and this ass thinks they can swoop in and take you right from under him. Nuh-uh. Type 3 can happen at the same time as the other two. He's quickest with these, but also sloppiest, because they're the most emotional ones for him.

He chooses victims based on a variety of things very similar to how he chooses a spouse tbh.

Are they lonely? How long will it take for people to notice they're gone? Will anyone notice? Where do they they? Who do they live with? Do they go out alone?

He stalks them appropriately each time to find the best window.

Different from choosing a spouse though, victims will have a quality that pisses him off enough to get his attention. It won't just be that they're a red head or an officer. It's a bitchy red head screaming at a tired service worker, it's an officer stopping a drunk person for a stop and search just to cop a feel.

Dare feels justified in what he's doing. One less asshole on the earth to bother everyone else.

Disposal process:

Takes the body to his work site. Chucks them down a hole that's going to be filled with cement, secure in the knowledge they be buried under a fucking skyscraper soon enough.

No construction of that kind going on? Freezes the body (liquid nitrogen), and uses a saw in the warehouse to cut up the body into itty bitty pieces. A lot less blood due to the frozen state. Then he'll take it with him and burn it on his next hunt, ensuring to smash up the teeth and jaw and scatter them far from each other.

For the type 3 though... he's liable to strangle them and then just leave them in the spot he killed them. He wants you to know he's killing people for you. He wants you to see that he sees you. They're his love notes.

Where you come in:

He won't take you to kill with him, but he'll take you hunting and show you the cut up body before he burns it. He'll make sure you don't look away. And when you recognise who it is, he'll gloat about how he can do this for you - just kill someone you hated and probably wanted dead anyway. So thank him. He'll have a blowie now please and thank you.

If he thinks it's the only way to make you stay as his, he'll somehow have you kill someone and hold it over your head. Probably by kidnapping someone and saying he's bored of you and thinks this person might be a good replacement - unless you can prove yourself interesting again by killing them before they can kill you.

You're his lovely little house spouse (again though, this is Dare, he'll call you wife no matter your gender identity), who's gonna wear skirts and make his food, massage his back, bounce on his cock and kiss his palms despite knowing they'd been squeezing the life out of someone a couple of hours prior.

But if Dare ever does actually get caught? He won't pin anything on you. Not even if he made you kill someone. He can't do it. He can spend the rest of his life in jail, you can't. Especially if you had a kid together.

[underratedandoverit]

It's Not Your Story To Write

~4,4k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

angst, (emotional) hurt/comfort, but with a more content ending. set post january 26th rampage

poured this out of my brain a couple of days ago with everything thats been going on and then some. just trying to make sense of most of my own thoughts and feelings with this tbh, and i like reflecting through making kip suffer so. theres that

also cause the ending of that four way match on rampage really fucked with me at a time i was extremely sensitive to that kind of a disappointment and kip was a disgustingly upset and sad little creature.. yeah. theres a part of that too

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

on ao3

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Rolling onto the apron, Kip winced as he pulled himself together for long enough to sit up. The music he was hearing was most definitely not his own, once again much to his utter disappointment. The crowd was cheering, though obviously for the fan favorite winner of the match, but instead in Kip’s fractured mind, this was a targeted, hateful attack on him and they were happy about his loss more than anything else.

Kip watched as his friends retreated from the ringside, without him, more focused on one another, as if he truly was the villain in this story. Maybe in a sense he was, after all Kip had been the one to start trying to win the match for himself, despite forming a temporary alliance in a match where there were effectively no teams. Maybe he deserved this, maybe their actions and reactions were justified.

All Kip knew in the moment though was the pain all over his body, and the disappointed looks glancing past him towards the ring, clearly more upset that Butcher hadn’t picked up the win either than the fact that Kip had been the one getting pinned.

For better or worse, soon enough his mind was wiped clean from the hazing thoughts of pain though, as Kip watched all of a sudden the International champion stride down the ramp very unceremoniously. Just like his friends, Cassidy acted like Kip didn’t exist, eyes only locked inside the ring where his next challenger for the following night was currently holding his victory celebrations.

Kip averted his eyes, hanging his head in shame. The crowd’s cheers for their champion were more like bloody screeches in his ears. All he wanted to do was leave, get out, get up and walk away. And yet he stayed, just a moment too long, stealing a glance towards Cassidy as he pulled the title belt out of that cursed backpack of his.

That’s when it became too much.

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“Hey.”

Kip ignored the voice, only continuing to pack his gear away. He was more or less working on autopilot, just going through the motions, trying his best not to think about anything. He just wanted to get the night over with, to return back to the hotel, to get some sleep, and fly home the next morning. That’s all he wanted, nothing more and nothing less.

Unfortunately for him, the way the hand brushed up against the small of his back made his shudder against his will, leaving the breath stuck in his throat.

Kip wanted to scream. Inside his head he already was, but there was no way for him to verbalize it at the moment. He didn’t want to cause a scene, he didn’t want to let his emotions get the better of him at a time and in a place like this. The hand tried to gently snake its way around his waist, only for Kip to almost too masterfully dodge it as he leaned down to zip up his suitcase, eyes finally, although briefly, landing on Cassidy for the first time since he had entered the locker room as Kip stood back up.

“I’ll see you at the hotel.”

He didn’t give Cassidy a chance to reply, picking his suitcase up and kicking it on the move, footsteps almost too hurried for the rest of his body to keep up with as Kip basically dashed his way out of the locker room. On one hand he was surprised, maybe even a little bit hurt, that Cassidy didn’t even try to stop him, but on the other, it was nice to have a little bit of breathing room again, at least for a little while.

He knew eventually he would have to face Cassidy about his behavior. Not that it was probably going to be that much of a surprise what was going on in his head if Kip was being honest, he was rather easy to read, but that didn’t mean he was looking forward to it. Quite the opposite, actually. While talking with Cassidy had admittedly become easier for him over time, at the same time sometimes Kip just wasn’t quite sure what to expect from him. What kind of a reaction, what kind of words.

Especially so when it came to highly emotional situations such as this.

He was able to breathe a little bit easier as Kip sat behind the wheel of the rental car in the parking garage of the arena, taking in the deafening silence for a while. For the first time since he had entered the building that night, it finally felt like time was standing still around him, and Kip was able to relax a little, even if only for a few seconds. The pressure on him to do well tonight, and then failing that simple goal at the end of the night, was admittedly getting to him, forcing Kip to stop for a moment to just sit there and try to steady his breathing.

Maybe he was used to being the one that made others look good. Maybe he was used to doing as he was told, to give his chances to others that people deemed better deserving of them than he was. Maybe Kip had worked himself into a corner where he could do nothing but keep repeating the same loop, over and over again, without finding a way to exit it anymore. Maybe even if he would have gotten to that title match, he would have just lost it all over again, as seemed to be the destiny for him by now.

If only he had gotten that far. If only.

Kip didn’t even notice he was shaking until after he had stepped inside the hotel room. Time around him was a haze, he could barely remember the drive back from the arena. Maybe he shouldn’t have left all by himself, it was probably a small miracle he managed to get himself here in one piece.

Kip closed the door behind him, staring at the bed across the room. Queen size. Made for two people.

A very familiar lump was back in his throat when he thought about who he needed to share that bed with tonight.

He left the suitcase in the middle of the floor, not really caring about it as he headed to the bathroom. The lights flickered on, Kip trying not to pay attention to them as he ran the faucet, pooling cold water on his hands, watching it drip over the edges of his palms. He could barely feel it, everything outside his skin felt alien. It had never gotten this bad before, he had to admit that to himself, and even scarier than that to him was the fact that he wasn’t entirely sure what was causing it.

Pushing the thoughts to the side for a split second, Kip splashed his face with the cold water, only to lift his face up to meet himself in the mirror. The smudged makeup he hadn’t had the time to remove before leaving was slowly running down his face with the cold droplets of water, making him wince. It wasn’t an unusual look for him, but tonight it felt like it was filled with much more unwanted emotions than the nights before. Kip quickly looked away, leaning down to fully wash his face, making sure to get rid of every brush of a makeup pen that had made him the Kip Sabian that was inside that ring tonight.

After he was finally happy with the results, Kip shut off the faucet, stopping to carefully listen as he dried off his face. It didn’t sound like Cassidy had gotten back yet, a fact that Kip confirmed as he walked out of the bathroom a moment later, finding the hotel room still occupying nothing but an empty bed and his suitcase. The silence was both a welcomed friend at his time of need, but also a grim reminder that eventually he would have to face the music. Kip knew Cassidy wasn’t just going to let him walk this one off, try as hard as he might.

Sitting at the foot of the bed, Kip intensely stared at the door, like he was mentally trying to will it open. Maybe getting this over with sooner than later was the solution he needed to his problem, but the wave of relief washing over him as nothing seemed to happen and nobody walked through the door during the time he sat there, being swallowed by the silence and his own thoughts, was telling him a whole different story. Kip finally broke eye contact with the closed door, proceeding to strip himself down only to his underwear to prepare for bed; getting properly changed was requiring energy that he just didn’t have at hand.

Plus, in the end, what did it really even matter?

Kip didn’t remember crawling into bed and under the blankets, but he had apparently done so and fallen in some sort of a state of sleep, as he came to as the bed shifted underneath him carefully. He could hear the blankets shuffling, a familiar warmth suddenly so close to him, a breath almost tickling his exposed neck, that he had to hold himself back from wanting to lean away from it.

“…Kip?”

The voice was a whisper, but Kip recognized it immediately. Not that it was hard for him to know who was sneaking into bed with him in the middle of the night, but having that confirmation felt at least a little bit nice. If for nothing else, than to confirm that Kip was awake, and this wasn’t a worse nightmare than the one he was trapped in in the real life.

Then again, maybe it being someone else than Cassidy would have been better.

As Kip didn’t respond, trying to pretend he was still asleep, Cassidy settled down on his side of the bed, Kip now being way too aware of how close he was. He could feel the body heat coming off the other man, even with the blankets between the two of them, soon enough feeling a soft tuck of the edge of his blanket as Cassidy’s hand snuck underneath it, obviously trying to get that comforting feeling of closeness that they usually had in this kind of a sleeping arrangement.

Only when the fingers brushed against Kip’s side, he flinched away from them on instinct.

Time froze inside the hotel room, Kip staring into the darkness with his eyes wide open, feeling like his heart was going to stop from the volume it was beating right there and then. He didn’t intend to make Cassidy aware that he was awake, let alone give him signals like this. The hand didn’t try to reach for him again, but Kip heard him shuffling a little bit on his spot, feeling the weight on the bed shift again as Cassidy sat up. Kip could feel the eyes staring at the back of his head, trying to burn holes into it, trying to gaze deep into the depths of his mind to figure out what was going on. He was biting his lower lip so hard to stay quiet, afraid he might actually bite through it. He could taste the iron in his mouth, fearing the red blood droplets that might fall and stain the pure white hotel room pillow cases.

“Kip?”

He still didn’t respond, this time being out of words. He couldn’t explain it to Cassidy, not here, not now. He didn’t want to, he probably couldn’t have even if he tried. All the disappointments of the day, the pain, the suffering, the humiliation. It was all too much to put into words that he could simply say in the middle of the night in a dark hotel room he was sharing with his boyfriend.

“Hey. It’s okay.” He knew that tone, Kip had heard it a million times before. As comforting as it was, as it was trying to be, it made him want to throw up. The anxiety rising in him, Kip knew what was coming next, him not being able to hold back his words no matter how hard he tried.

“Don’t touch me.”

Despite not seeing it, Kip could feel the hand that reached out for him freeze in midair, trying to decide whether to respect his request or to follow through with an attempt of comfort. Kip was waiting for it, a hand to land on his shoulder, give it a rub, pull him closer, tell him it was okay. They had done this dance multiple times before, Cassidy knew him, he knew Kip might have said one thing but meant the other.

But something about tonight was different. Maybe Cassidy could feel it too. Maybe there was a method to this madness, a truth to those words as Kip heard him moving again. Kip didn’t turn around to observe, he only listened, trying to put the pieces together as the bedding was shuffled around, the weight of Cassidy leaving the bed, the familiar warmth disappearing from his side. He fully expected Cassidy to walk around the bed to confront him, but much to Kip’s surprise nothing of such happened. Instead, the sounds died down after a while, forcing him out of sheer curiosity to glance over his shoulder, as if he was able to see anything in the dark room.

All he could see was the blanket covered shoulder and back of Cassidy’s who had now taken a spot on the couch.

Kip carefully settled back down, trying to steady his breathing as he was slowly calming down, at the same time both enjoying and despising the space he had been given now. He pulled the blanket tighter against him, wrapping his own arms around himself as he slowly curled up, hoping being in his own company would bring him the comfort he needed right now.

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Kip jolted up as the hotel room door slammed shut, scaring him awake. The wide eyes scanned the room around him before finally landing on Cassidy standing awkwardly by the door, a clearly apologetic look on his face, obviously having not planned on being so loud it was waking him up. Kip relaxed a little at the unhurried look the blond was giving him, knowing this wasn’t someone trying to throw him out of the room for sleeping in, but at the same time him registering Cassidy standing there brought the lump back in his throat as the memories of last night quickly flooded his mind.

He quickly looked away as he registered the soft smile lingering on Cassidy’s lips, feeling like he didn’t deserve it after everything that had been said and done.

“You slept so deeply I didn’t want to wake you up.” Kip just nodded a little at his words, hugging the blanket against his chest tight enough to make his arms tingle with pain. From the corner of his eye he saw Cassidy moving, walking up to him but focusing on something on the side, Kip eventually seeing him put a cardboard cup of coffee and a sandwich on the nightstand next to him before he moved away again. “I got you breakfast. They had your favorite.”

He wanted to say ‘thank you’, he wanted to reach out and apologize. To do or say something, anything. Instead Kip just watched Cassidy walk away from him, leaving him to stare at the food left at arms reach for him. It was a small gesture, a simple thought, and yet it made Kip feel like he didn’t deserve it either.

“Here.” Kip jumped a little, eyes shooting towards the voice, watching Cassidy hand a shirt in his direction. Kip looked at it for a moment, but as he didn’t move, Cassidy just slowly lowered it on the bed next to him. Kip’s eyes followed it, brows slightly furrowing as he didn’t recognize it, knowing he didn’t really own white shirts and hadn’t packed those for this trip at all, Cassidy easily catching onto his confusion. “I couldn’t get your bag open, so it’s one of mine. I just… Think you might want to be more dressed for this conversation.”

Yeah, the lump was definitely in his throat again. Kip knew exactly what he meant, he could feel Cassidy trapping him in the mental corner with this, knowing he wasn’t going to leave this room, let alone this bed without finally telling the other man what was going on with him.

Slowly Kip reached for the shirt, untangling it and pulling it over his head. A small smile tucked the corner of his lips as he glanced down at it as he straightened it down. An Orange Cassidy shirt. He wanted to laugh, but maybe that would have been inappropriate.

The bed shifted next to him, soon after Kip felt a hand landing on his leg that was hiding underneath the blanket. His eyes moved onto it, watching as Cassidy gently rubbed his thigh through the blanket, giving it a small, comforting squeeze. He knew that was a thing that usually helped Kip calm down, to signal to him that everything was okay or at least going to be okay, no matter what.

Usually Kip believed him, but in this very moment that just felt impossible to him.

“This is about last night, isn’t it?”

Kip just stared at his hand, watching Cassidy’s fingers gently tap against his leg. He quietly continued as Kip didn’t answer back to him. “…Or more importantly, it’s about tonight.”

Kip didn’t even need to say anything to confirm it, they both knew how correct Cassidy was. Maybe Kip didn’t talk about his disappointments that often, but Cassidy saw how it was eating him alive, getting progressively worse over time as things kept repeating. Loss after loss, and especially so when Kip lost a match that might have led to the two of them facing one another, be it for the title or not. Those were always the nights Cassidy saw him having the most difficult time adjusting, and combined with how he saw Kip at ringside after the match last night specifically despite seeming like he wasn’t paying him any attention, it wasn’t too hard to put two and two together.

“You really wanted it to be you. And I wanted it to be you, too. I really did.”

The breath Kip took in was so much shakier than he expected it to be that it almost scared him. He wasn’t sure if it was a result of Cassidy seeing through him so easily, his feelings being ripped out of him and hung up on display for both of them to see, or something completely different. All he knew that everything Cassidy had just said, even if it wasn’t a lot, was correct. Whether he wanted to admit it or not.

“You just --”

“Stop.”

Cassidy’s hand stopped, Kip not daring to look up at him. He could feel the confused look given to him, he could hear it in the way Cassidy’s steady breathing changed. The second squeeze given to his thigh didn’t feel comforting anymore, it was more confused than anything else.

“I…” His voice trailed off, Kip trying to find a way to arrange his thoughts into something that made sense. Cassidy was right in what he was saying, the things he was assuming, but it went deeper than that. Deeper than just wanting to be the one challenging for the title tonight. He just wasn’t sure at all how to explain it, the things he was feeling about this, about all of this.

“I… I did want it to be me. I really did.” He swallowed thickly, closing his eyes for a moment as Kip could feel the tears stinging already. He was surprised it took this long for them to start forming, that he hadn’t shed them last night while he was alone, be it in the car or the hotel room. “I-I. I just don’t think it’s meant to be.”

Cassidy watched him, simply just observed. It was slightly uncomfortable for Kip to be stared at like that, even if he wasn’t returning the look, feeling the pressure of continuing to talk now that he had started. Obviously he had more to say, more words to explain himself, his feelings, the situation, but it was still hard to make it all make sense, even for himself.

“I try so hard.” Before Kip could stop it, he felt the first tear roll down his cheek. He inhaled sharply, but resisted the urge to wipe it away. Cassidy had already without a doubt seen it, so what was the point of trying to hide it. “I-I try. And it’s never enough.”

The second tear rolling down his cheek made Cassidy reach out, his hand gently cupping Kip’s chin, lifting his head up. It was still forceful, but Kip managed to finally look directly at him, opening the floodgates even more upon seeing the equally sad smile crossing Cassidy’s lips.

“You’re always enough for me.”

“That’s not the point.” Kip didn’t intend to snap at him, but he couldn’t stop the words. His eyes shot away, head turning to the side, feeling Cassidy’s hand slowly disappearing from his face as Kip bashfully returned to staring down at his lap. “That’s… I love you, but that’s not good enough for me. That’s not what this is about.”

Kip sniffled quietly, breaking the suffocating silence before it had a chance to fully settle in the room. “I’m… I’m just stuck. It feels like I’m cursed. Cursed to never succeed, to never do anything meaningful. My career is at a standstill. I want to do more but I… I can’t. Every single thing, no matter how small, always fails.”

Cassidy nodded a little. In a sense he understood it all, having not only seen this from the sidelines happening for pretty much as long as he had known Kip, but also in his own way having to deal with similar things himself. He remained from saying it out loud though, giving Kip the space he required especially now that he had started to verbalize those tormenting thoughts that had pushed him so far away from Cassidy and his shows of affection last night.

“Seeing everyone else be celebrated and getting those opportunities just… Gets to me, sometimes. A-And,” Kip stuttered a bit, biting his lower lip as he tried to compose himself, already feeling the tension and hurt his words would bring up, but he was forcing himself to speak them out loud. He had to, if he ever wanted to clear the air around this topic. “And seeing… You. I’m, I’m just…”

Cassidy leaned closer, arms wrapping around Kip. He didn’t pull him closer, he didn’t exactly hug him, he just held the Brit close as Cassidy buried his face into his shoulder. Kip allowed the action this time, feeling one hand carefully rubbing his back, finally finding that touch comforting again. Cassidy had this kind of an effect on him, try as hard as Kip might to not let it get to him when he didn’t want it to.

“I don’t want to hate you,” Kip whispered, his voice shaking, Cassidy just nodding against his shoulder. “A-and I don’t. But sometimes it’s just… Really hard to be the lesser one.”

“I hate it too,” Cassidy mumbled into his shoulder, Kip nodding in turn. “I don’t want you to feel this way. I’m sorry I can’t do anything to change it.”

“It’s not your fault.”

Kip could feel Cassidy finally giving him a little squeeze, pulling him just slightly bit closer to himself. Kip gave in to the feeling, the comfort that was finally settling between the two of them now that things were being said out in the open, letting his arms wrap up around Cassidy’s waist as well, letting him closer to close the gap between them. Feeling Cassidy against his chest finally increased his heart rate, but for once Kip didn’t mind. It wasn’t a sound either of them was unfamiliar with.

“I wish I didn’t feel this way.” Kip leaned down to Cassidy’s shoulder, using it to wipe the freshly formed tears from his face. “You don’t deserve it. I-I mean my feelings. You deserve what you have. I--”

“Shh.” Kip could feel a hand run from his back into his hair, Cassidy gently brushing through it as he hushed him, lulling Kip into the most comfortable position he had been in the past day at least. He fully leaned into the touch, finally allowing himself to melt against the other man, the feelings of warmth and safety along with the words he had for his feelings bubbling out in a series of sobs from him. “I understand. I’m sorry.”

He didn’t even need to apologize, they both knew it, they both knew it wasn’t Cassidy’s fault. But they both just accepted it, those two little words making dealing with everything just a little bit easier in the moment. It gave them the understanding that they were mutually dealing with this, even if only one of them was suffering, but how it was still hurting them both. Maybe Cassidy more through Kip’s actions and feelings, but neither of them dared to say it out loud. It wasn’t a conversation to be had here, maybe not ever.

“I love you,” Kip finally broke the silence that was filled with nothing but his sobs for a while, feeling Cassidy lift his head up from his shoulder. Kip pulled away slightly, for the first time initiating eye contact on purpose, seeing the soft smile playing on the blond’s lips. “I-I love you so much.”

Cassidy brushed his hand through Kip’s hair again before leaning closer, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips. Kip didn’t try to dodge it, this time he was fully ready for every touch Cassidy was giving to him, almost craving them and the comfort they brought to him now. He was still slightly hesitant to reply back to the kiss, but eventually did so, letting them both stay in the moment a little while longer before Cassidy broke it apart, leaning his forehead against Kip as he caught his breath with a few sobbing hiccups.

“I love you too,” Cassidy offered him a smile, feeling Kip’s head nodding. “We can do this. Together. I promise I’m not leaving you behind. Ever.”

[struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor]

Could it be you thought his stage persona was going to carry over into his ambassadorships? Recently his personal style has been very simple. It seems they were going for minimal jewelry. I’ve noticed some are missing his “puppy kitty” era of tight jeans and colored hair. I think he’s in a different era now with being comfortable and black-haired Jimin. What do you think?

I see what you mean, but Jimin's style has always been minimalist. It's just that he used to wear skinny jeans with loafers or boots and now he wears baggy jeans with sneakers or sliders or something. And he wears hoodies more often now, or sweaters, instead of shirts or tshirts. His style has changed but I think it has just become more functional. We see Jimin the most when he's working so he wears hoodies and baggie jeans a lot. But when he dresses up for a dance practice shooting or for the airport, his style is sleeker and more polished. Nevertheless, jewelry is a Jimin must have. He always has his piercings on and often wears a necklace and/or earrings and/or rings, sometimes even bracelets. It's like Jimin isn't Jimin if he's not wearing jewelry of some sort, especially small earrings or piercings. That's why his Dior looks have stood out so much to me. And his stage persona is more than a stage persona. If you think of his photofolio or Face, those were personal to Jimin and he chose to present himself the way he wished to be seen, in all his facets. All of his looks for the photofolio and various Face shoots were different but they had something in common - subtle yet pretty makeup, not the muted and colorless kind he wears with Dior, and also jewelry of some kind (in the Face hardware version Jimin wears something like jewelry, and in the software version his tattoos are the accessories, I guess).

If Jimin wished to wear more muted makeup and less jewelry wouldn't that be reflected more in his photofolio or recent shoots? He had full control of those. He also wouldn't have signed up for a jewelry brand. Most men choose watch brands (and Jimin likes watches) but he chose jewelry for a reason.

So, he might not be into tight jeans and colored hair anymore (skinny jeans just aren't trendy anymore, especially in SK, and he's growing older so he probably doesn't think it as appropriate to dye his hair and also he's damaged it a lot already), but this is different. Tiffany and Dior both fit his style well enough (actually, his jewelry is a thousand times prettier than what he has been wearing for Tiffany), but Dior is just giving him the blandest looks. They have worn Dior before and looked great (Dior Hobi, anyone?). Tbh, it kind of feels like they're trying to make him look more conventionally masculine and less "kpop boy".

Thanks for the ask.

[luciusswimminglessons]

My thoughts about Blood Origin, there are pros and cons, obviously spoilers, so I'll put it under a read more

All the songs were amazing, the ones sung by Eile were absolutely beautiful, and I felt they really encorperated her songs into the story well.

Love the costumes, I don't think any of them stood out in a bad way like the main show has a tenancy to do. Especially the expresses outfits, those were gorgeous

I didn't particularly care for the romance storyline, I didn't feel like it added anything and it didn't feel natural to me? It just was kinda shoved in there, and being such a fast paced story, it felt a bit unnecessary. Like they've known each other for, what, a week or two? Then all of a sudden they're having sex and saying they love each other, idk.

Not sure how I feel about Avallac'h, I think I'll have to see what they do with him, this was mostly a set up for his character, so we'll see.

I really enjoyed most of the main characters, tbh. Good villains, both the sorcerer guy and the empress, they were great. Could have done without another deaf elf getting killed, I mean what, it's that becoming a trope? Kill the deaf elf? Eile was fantastic, loved every second she was on screen. (I'm getting bored looking up names so I'm gonna go by descriptions now) The dwarf girl was amazing, loved her, wish we got more of her, she didn't seem to be in it much. I also really liked the guy with the Mohawk and the bitten off ear, he was fantastic. He also wasn't in it much, but I kinda feel it worked for his character, to be in it less, otherwise he might have stollen the show a bit.

I honestly think more people should have died. Out of the main 7, I think the only one who died was Fjall? Is that right? I don't remember anyone else dying, and I think they should have. I think there should have only been like 2 or 3 survivors, then everything would have felt more impactful. Have him actually kill Mohawk guy, have cool tattoo face lady die protecting someone, have dwarf lady try to save Mohawk guy and be killed for it, I don't know, but it seems weird that it so many people survived out of the main cast. I liked most of the characters, but most of them aren't gonna be used after this, right? So kill them, who cares! Have the beast kill one of them when they first show up to the castle, so that the beast seams like more of a threat.

I loved the few scant minutes we saw the bard, obviously. With a hat, covered in blood, as a clone, I will take anything. And he got his lute back!!! Lute lute lute! I really want to know how he got taken prisoner, and I hope season 3 doesn't just gloss over that, though they probably will. Oh well.

In short, I enjoyed it! It definitely has some flaws, and I know people are gonna be angry over the changes they made to Witcher lore, but I still thought it was fun. Would be willing to watch it again, sometime

[maissafespace]

hi could you do reader and timeskip yamagishi kazushi being caught by makoto suzuki please

Shameless

Timeskip!Yamagishi Kazushi x Reader

Synopsis: Due to Takemichi's carelessness, Yamagishi passed more time in the office to cover up and manage everything, when you pay a visit, you completely forget that he doesn't work alone.

Warning: unprotected sex, oral sex male receiving, reader is a brat but justified, degradation, vouyerism, reader and yamagishi caught, office sex, pent up frustration.

A/N: Sorry for making you wait lol, I was trying to figure out the situation and I hope you enjoy!!! Not my best tbh, but I tried XD

Masterpost - Masterlist

There was an amount of frustration built up by the amount of days that Yamagishi, your boyfriend of years, spent outside to work.

If helping managing a gang could be defined as working, that is. Your boyfriend always took it very much seriously. They had their own building and offices, the only thing that at least some of them weren't obliged to do was wearing a suit.

But as the sky started to become dark, night falling and you still had not seen him for a single minute of today and you were tired of it.

Taking your keys, phone and wallet you headed out of your shared apartment, hopping into your car and driving to the bulding just downtown Tokyo.

When you arrived, you could have cared less about the guards at the entrance, going up to the reception to ask for him and the mere half answer that he was in his office was enough to let you walk to the elevator and press the button for his floor.

You sighed, leaning back on the wall as you felt like a little brat in barging in without notice, but who wouldn't at this point? You missed him, that's all that mattered to you.

You took a deep breath before making your wait out once the doors opened, calmly walking till his door was the thing in front of you, conflicted in whether to knock or not for a minute before just turning the doorknob and opening it.

There was a shock turned in confusion when he saw you, putting down the phone that was close to his ears, furrowing his eyebrows and narrowing his eyes at you. "Y/N, what are you doing here?"

"Wow, that's the first thing you ask me after not seeing me for almost a week?" You leaned on the now closed doors, while his face seemed to welcome more confusion on his features, looking down at the screen of his phone.

"What do you mean a week, we saw- Oh..." You just hummed a bit disappointed.

Pushing on the door, you made your way to him, walking around the desk till you were right in front of him and leaning on the wood behind you. "I'm sorry, doll... but I have to work right now." He kissed your hand. "I promise to come back as soon as I'm done."

Your eyes rolled, calmly taking your hand away from his hold. "All I need is to have your attention for 10 minutes. To know if you even remember that there's someone at home always waiting for you or not." He sighed looking away a bit tired.

You scoffed at his reaction ready to walk away if this was his attitude. But were restrained back by him, his hands guiding you back and making you fully sit on his desk, your legs sprawled open in front of him, while his hand caressed the side of your waist. He stood up, at a height were his lips met yours.

A hungry kiss that met both of your neediness in one another, there was no other way to know that he had missed you just as you did, his fingers digging into your flesh as if to pull you closer than you were.

His hand trailed down in the middle, zipping down your jeans as he slid his fingers beneath your underwear finding and feeling the wetness of your cunt. A groan swallowed in the kiss.

He lifted you up a bit making it easier for him to slip your pants and down while keeping your panties on, dismissing his glasses as well, moving your lace underwear to the side as he kneeled in front of your entrance and started to savour you.

There were gasps and moans from you, your hands holding onto the edge of the desk while the other pulled on the light brunette locks he had, the beard around his mouth brushing against your sensitive part just well giving you more stimulation, making you reach your high faster.

"Bab- ah! I'm goin'" You muffled your sounds, remembering the place you where in.

But right as you said that, he pulled away from you, sitting back on his leather chair as you glared at him. He started to pull down his pants, the obvious bulge freeing itself and going up, slightly curved on the side.

"You were the one that wanted it, right? Come here, slut, suit yourself." His raspy voice was like a magic spell for you.

No doubts in your mind as you followed his words, coming down from the desk, your legs situating on each side of his thighs while he kept looking at you, at the flush on your cheeks, at the slight trembling of your legs as you reached for his shaft positioning it at your entrance till sinking down on it.

Moans and gasps filled the room when you had fully sat on him, his hips to yours, his tip touching the deepest parts in you.

His hands on your sides started to move and guide you, up and down feeling him touch every part in you while your mouth met his.

You both were a mess, the sound of the chair squeaking, the panting, you couldn't hear anything but everything stopped when you heard the door opening and the voice of Makoto filling the room. "Yamagishi, why the fuck aren't you-"

Your face hid in the crook of his neck while he gritted his teeth looking directly at his friend that now looked blankly at the wall. "Tch, are you just going to stand there? Get the fuck out."

"Finish it quick, Chifuyu and Takemichi will be here soon." He said muttering something under his breath, cursing at him, now unable to get that image of you two out of his head.

"Fuck." Yamagishi hissed, even when the other man came in, your hips had not stopped moving so subtly. He stood up, pounding back into you with your legs wrapped around his waist. "You got wetter 'cause we got caught, you see why calling you a slut is so fitting."

You cried out his name, kissing around his neck and caressing his hair, your core felt the tightening feeling seconds later. "Say what you are." He whispered against your ear, a demanding tone that felt like Heaven.

"'m you' slut, I'm goin-" Your words were cut short as he fucked you through your high, his hips moving sloppily till he emptied himself inside of you, filling you up to the brim with his semen.

He held you in his arms till your legs relaxed, kissing the side of your head affectionately. "You always get me in so much trouble."

You smiled on the side, your arms circling him in a proper hug, snuggling into him. "I missed you a lot..." you mumbled to him, squealing when he moved to lean back and keep you close.

He hummed peacefully. "Let's just stay here for a bit..."

You were happy to get some time with him again.

[lilimiyu]

Let's Spar and Pretend We're Not in Love | Xiao/Aether

Summary: Xiao and Aether tease each other.

Characters: Xiao (Alatus) | Aether

Warnings: None

Tags: Fluff, Cuteness, Aether being a lil shit but so is Xiao

Word count:

A/N: idk what this is tbh

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"Xiao!"

The adeptus who had been watching closely from atop a nearby boulder, let out an amused breath from his nostrils. He bit the inside of his cheek as the traveler struggled, tangled in a bush. The little fairy next to him wasn't doing much to help, floating about him like a bee and yelping unhelpful directions.

Xiao was more than amused. He was the one who pushed the boy into the bush, after all.

"XIAO!"

"Stop moving, idiot!"

"Maybe if you listened to the fairy." Xiao brushed the imaginary dust off his spear.

"PLEASE!"

Xiao merely blinked at Aether lazily, watching as he sank further into the thick of the bushes, his face disappearing entirely.

"Traveler, no!" came the fairy's dramatic cry.

Xiao sighed exaggeratedly. "Fine, I will show mercy." He dismissed his spear, and straightened to his feet. The fairy floated out of his way as he approached the bush, and smirked at the blond traveler who blinked up at him with large eyes.

"O mighty Vigilant Yaksha. Spare... Me..." Aether stretched out an arm before going limp, closing his eyes. Xiao had never seen such dramatics, but the traveler seemingly always had some kind of surprise for him.

With a roll of his eyes, Xiao hooked a finger into the front of Aether's armor, and yanked, pulling him upright.

"Whoa!" Aether's arms flew out to grasp at Xiao's shoulders as he faced the adeptus, a dopey smile on his lips. Hot breaths of exertion fanned across Xiao's face. He tried to ignore how the traveler's eyes zeroed in on Xiao's lips. "Hi."

"Hm." Xiao laxed his grip and the traveler dropped back onto the ground with a thud.

"Aether!"

This time, Xiao really had to bite back a laugh. Actual pity rose in his chest as the traveler frowned up at him, dried leaves scattered all over his hair, and the deadly glare pointing Xiao's way could not be any less threatening.

"Alright," he relented, "no more tricks."

He extended a hand, and before he realised his mistake, Aether was already grinning mischievously, grabbing the extended arm and yanking -

Only to be absolutely shocked at Xiao's lack of reaction. He had stood his ground, unaffected by the weight pulling on his wrist, blinking slowly- and most annoyingly, thought Aether.

"...Are you made of rocks?"

"I didn't even see him move!" Paimon quipped.

Xiao resisted the urge to roll his eyes once more.

"That's the Vigilant Yaksha for you, I guess," sighed Aether, finally being pulled to his feet and standing straight, straightening his clothes.

"Yaksha or not, your pull was weak."

A pause. Paimon sighed. "Here we go."

Mischief glinted across the gold in the traveler's eyes, and he summoned his sword. "Is that a challenge?"

Xiao merely raised an eyebrow. "You wish to prove your strength?"

"Only if you're willing to lose."

"I never lose." Xiao kicked his spear into the air and grabbed it, twisting it with style before stabbing the ground, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I'm gonna see what Xiangling is up to," Paimon sighed, floating away. The traveler didn't pay her a single second of his attention, eyes fixated on the adeptus, grinning madly. "I'll be back with snacks. Don't die." She shot a look at the traveler.

Xiao scoffed. "I don't kill mortals."

"Yawn. Let's start already."

Without so much as a warning, the traveler lunged forward. His movements were heavier on the feet, and Xiao took advantage of that fact and leaped, landing a relatively soft kick to the traveler's shoulder before hitting the ground gracefully.

"Hah!" The pointed end of a sword stabbed at the air near Xiao's ear, and he spun, taking advantage of the traveler's hastiness once more and flipping over his head - but not before pushing at his shoulder and landing him in yet another bush.

This time, Aether recovered quickly, springing to his feet and grabbing his sword with both hands.

Xiao chuckled and waited for the traveler to lunge at him once more before kicking at his right wrist, hooking his leg into Aether's elbow and twisting his hip. The traveler landed on his back with a thud, sword still held in his hands, pointing skywards.

"Fuck - "

The sharpened end of Xiao's spearhead missed the traveler's ear by a couple inches as he rolled away, grabbing at Xiao's boot.

Caught by surprise, the Yaksha flicked his trapped foot, lifting off the ground - a mistake, because Aether had grabbed at the other foot. Xiao slipped, and the ground, dried thoroughly by the scorching summer sun, scraped at the exposed skin of his back. He was sure to suffer a great many scratches on his back.

With a growl, he kicked both his feet into Aether's chest, successfully ripping the blond off of him, and pouncing immediately over his body before it could even hit the ground, feeling the puff of air that escaped his lungs from the impact on his own face.

From a high angle, Xiao could tell that the traveler was ready to give up, a grin already etched across his face. Xiao drew his knees upward, straddling Aether's chest, and pressed the pole of his spear against his throat. He increased the pressure slowly, giving the traveler enough time to suck in his oxygen without completely giving up the advantage of his position. Aether glared, as much as he could from his position, at Xiao, then closed his eyes as the pressure on his throat increased.

Xiao leaned in, feeling the rise and fall of the other's chest against his stomach. "放弃了吗？Giving up?"

Slowly, the traveler opened his eyes. He groaned. "You've gotta teach me those moves some time. Also, I have no idea what you just said."

"Sounds like you answered my question, anyway." He removed the weapon from his throat, sitting back and gloating, his ever-so-irritable smile - as Mountain Shaper had so elegantly put it once, a long while ago in a similar sparring session - and crossed his arms.

Aether placed his hands on his thighs then, humming. Xiao pretended that the gesture did not affect him, sniffing with faked nonchalance.

The traveler had lately started to put his hands on Xiao, caressing parts of his body that felt like it was on fire every time he did so. At first, Xiao did mind; He was not a fan of unnecessary skin-ship. But Aether did it so naturally it didn't even feel like it was supposed to make Xiao uncomfortable. Eventually, he even learned to enjoy it, even opting to return the favour every once in a while.

"How are you so skinny and yet you overpower me every time?" The traveler sighed, dragging his nails over his thighs and forcing a shiver out of the adeptus.

Xiao scoffed. slapping at his hand half-heartedly. "I might be lithe, but you forget that I ride the wind. You are, for some reason, heavy on your foot, and predictable in your actions. Always charging ahead like an ox. Some patience could do you some good."

Aether hummed, dragging his hands higher, slowing just below Xiao's hips.

"My sister used to cover my ass."

Xiao paused.

"She was lighter, you see, and quicker on her feet. I defended, and she attacked. We were a good team."

Xiao tilted his head, drinking in this newfound information. Aether rarely spoke of his twin, while Xiao rarely spoke of... anything, and now he felt uncomfortable. He could deal with his own festering thoughts, but not with others', although he did admit that he gave decent advice sometimes. Well, better than what Cloud Retainer would cough up, anyway.

"Much like you and I." Aether smirked, and the awkward moment was gone.

Xiao scoffed again, loudly this time. "I work alone."

Aether rolled his eyes, gripping at Xiao's waist. "I was flirting, in case you hadn't noticed, sir."

Xiao chose to stay silent for a moment longer before deciding that he probably needed to get off Aether.

"Where are you going?" Aether frowned and tightened his grip.

"Away from you. So you can breathe."

"I'm breathing just fine."

"I still need to get off you eventually."

He shifted under Xiao's weight, seemingly a little too comfortable. "Teach me how to fight like you."

"I can't do that. Our styles are far too different."

"Secretive. Selfish."

"More like strategic."

"Just teach me."

Xiao sighed. "What's in it for me?"

Aether smirked, reaching up to touch the Xiao's hair. "My respect and adoration."

"Aren't you already giving me all of that?" He smacked at the nosy hand, but it stayed.

"Almond tofu."

"One can only have so much sweet tofu before they get tired of it."

Aether slid his hands higher up the adeptus' body, up his sides and over his ribs, stopping right under his pecs. "My sweet lips, then."

Xiao shook his head. "Why must you always be so flirtatious?"

"Because you're lovely."

"I had my spear against your throat five minutes ago."

"Yeah," Aether sighed, dragging his upper body away from the ground underneath, and approaching Xiao's face.

"I have you pinned under me."

"Oh, yeah." The blond's eyes were half closed now, inching closer.

"I also see that Paimon is coming."

"Mm, yeah. Paimon's - Wh - Huh?"

Xiao laughed then, watching Aether look frantically around through the slits of his eyes - obscured slightly by his cheeks as he slumped his body forward, clutching at Aether's wrists.

"You - !"

"She's probably only just reached Wanmin, Aether, but - your - your face!"

"Not funny. We were having a moment."

Xiao pressed the back of his hand against his mouth. "It was a terrible moment."

"Oi!"

"Ah-" Xiao's smile dropped. "Oi?"

The traveler only leaned closer. "Oi, oi."

Xiao grabbed at the traveler's chin, and pulled him forward. "No respect."

Aether only smirked. "Oh no, what are you going to do about it?"

Xiao leaned forward to take the flesh of Aether's cheek between his teeth, biting hard into the skin.

"Euwhhh!" A weak hand slapped at Xiao's shoulder.

He leaned back to inspect Aether's cheek, now an angry red. Xiao grinned and leaned in to bite the pout off his mouth next.

"Nn!"

"Serves you right," Xiao whispered against Aether's mouth, licking the red spot on his bottom lip.

And if the red-faced, wide-eyed face of Aether's was reaction enough, then Xiao was thoroughly satisfied.

[dreamingofaizawa]

Good Kitty

Shouta Aizawa x Chubby! Kitty Hybrid! Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

If you are under the age of 18, leave. Thank you.

Warnings: Kitty hybrid reader, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink (?), reader has insecurities, Shouta is soft and lowkey feral?, chubby kink (sorta), reader has a heat for the first time, barely implied virginity loss, a touch of dacryphilia

Word Count: 2.4 k

Author’s Note: This is inspired by @cupcake-rogue ’s fic Not Allowed on the Bed. I got permission to use it as inspo so here we are! Tbh the orignal had me feeling all sorts of feelings because, as a very subby sub that loves to please, I definitely have a praise kink and I WILL CRY if I’m called a bad girl. HOWEVER, Katsuki being the rough-around-the-edges guy he is wanting reader regardless of size made me very happy and warm and fuzzy. 

The premise with this is pretty much the same, except I made reader a kitty hybrid...and of course I wrote for Shouta, love of my life he is. I’m such a fucking simp. I’m not the biggest fan of the ending, but this has been sitting in my WIPs for too damn long and it’s decent enough for me to feel ok posting it.

Also, for reference, reader has black fur regardless of hair color. Reader could be blonde, but still have black ears and tail. That’s just the way I’ve chosen to write this for some reason, don’t ask me why, I’m weird like that. 

I think this is the first time I’ve written for a hybrid, so cut me a little slack.

Anywho, enjoy~

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You can’t remember life outside the shelter. You’d grown up here, the caretakers said they’d found you on the street as a nearly newborn kitten and immediately scooped you up and brought you back here. That was a long time ago. Now you sit, waiting, your hopes for getting adopted diminishing with every passing day.

It’s unfortunate, but you still haven’t been adopted. It’s not that you’re bad, you always behave, you make sure you do. But you’ve overheard time and time again the people that gazed down at you and whispered about how you were too chunky, too big and too squishy for a kitty hybrid. And some even called you bad luck. The pitch black fur on your ears and tail warded off many.

Today was just the same as any other day. Wake up, get fed, wait in your room while potential owners pick and choose not you. Adults and children alike would take chunks out of their time to play with you, but they all left the shelter with another smaller cat. It was nearing bed time now, dinner just finished and the caretakers were about to start closing when the little bell on the front door jingled. Someone had just come in. You ignored it all the same.

Two pairs of footsteps began making their way past rooms, whoever it was that had entered smelled good, like coffee and tree bark. A smooth hum accompanied the caretaker’s voice, it made your ears twitch and tail sway gently. Still, you decided to just curl up in bed and try to sleep. The chance of him adopting you was slim, if it existed at all.

As you lay there your ears pick up their footsteps, the lazy set that dragged familiar, the nearly silent set less so. You listened as they came closer, never stopping as the man strode past each room and peered in the windows. You waited for them to pass right by your room, as they had been, but suddenly the footsteps halted. The caretaker spoke first.

“Y/n? You awake?” You let your eyes flutter open and sat up, tucking your legs under you and sitting up straight. They asked the man if he wanted to go in and see you, and he gave a simple nod. When he entered you finally looked up at him. The first thing you noticed were his eyes, tired and bloodshot with dark circles beneath them, a deep scar curved under his right eye. His long black hair fell around his shoulders, swaying lightly with every measured step he took toward you.

He stopped right in front of you, a large hand stretching out and you give it a small sniff before nudging your head into it, letting him pet your hair and scratch at the base of your ears. It felt nice to be getting attention like this. A small purr sounded in your chest, your tail gently swishing behind you.

“How long have you been here?” His voice is deep and calm, tired even, but it sounds so welcoming. It’s so soothing to your sensitive ears, like a warm blanket. You give a small hum before answering.

“A long time. I don’t remember anything outside this place.” At that he raised an eyebrow, turning to the caretaker with a questioning look.

“Most people look for...specific traits in the cat hybrids. Y/n here is well behaved, a perfect house kitty really,” you purred a bit at the praise, “But she’s a little larger than most. And her black fur wards off the more superstitious.” The man gives a curious hum before looking back down at you.

“Do you want to come home with me, kitty?” The question caught you a little off guard. Nobody really asked the hybrids if they wanted to go with them. You looked over to the caretaker, who nodded their head with a gentle smile, encouraging you to answer. All you could do was give a small nod, and soon you were in the car, on the way to your new home.

He’d told you to call him Shouta. He was nice, always quiet and never got mad. He never smiled, but you supposed that’s just the way he is. He gave you your own room, and always let you rub up on him when you wanted to, taking the opportunity to pet you. Occasionally you got the odd kiss on the forehead when you nuzzled into his neck. Those always made you purr. He never came seeking you out, which was good since there were times you really didn’t want to be touched. 

The longer you’re with him the closer you get, and you find yourself doing things you’d never thought to do before. Sometimes you found the floor more comfortable than the couch, and would kneel down and rub up on his leg, your tail wrapping around his ankle. There were times you’d see his fingers idly drumming on his lap, and you’d lay down and nibble on one with your little fang-like canines. He didn’t seem to mind that little oral fixation, and he always let you do whatever you wanted. All in all, life with Shouta is great.

But today you feel weird. You’d been cooped up in your room for the first hour or so of the weekend morning, not quite wanting to go out and make it known something was off. But it’s gotten abnormally hot, your face and chest especially warm, and between your legs as well. Your panties are beginning to feel damp, your thighs starting to feel humid and sticky. It’s a little uncomfortable. And your tummy is starting to boil, neediness beginning to cloud your mind. This never happened at the shelter.

Reluctantly, you step out of bed onto slightly wobbly legs and peek your head out of your door to see him sitting on the couch, a book in hand and a mug of coffee on the table. His hair is loose, his strong lean body relaxed as he read. The sight of him and his scent made the feeling worse, made your panties and thighs wetter, your chest beginning to heave with your panted breaths. 

“Sh-shouta…” Your voice came out shakier and quieter than you wanted it to, but he’d heard you regardless. He closed the book and peered over at your shaking form in the doorway.

“What is it kitty?” You nearly mewled at his voice, his heavenly smooth baritone sending a shiver down your spine through to the tip of your tail.

“Something’s wrong...I feel weird…” As you tell him about everything that’s happening to your body, he’s dragging his eyes over you, taking in every detail. Soon he’s on the phone with the doctor, you can’t quite comprehend his words, only catching snippets. ‘Help’ and ‘how long’, followed by agreeing hums. It was all jumbled after that, your mind refusing to focus as you leaned heavily on the doorframe, your quivering legs barely able to hold your body.

Shouta’s large hand came up and cupped your cheek, letting you nuzzle into his palm. When had he hung up the phone? He ordered you to sit on the bed, and you obliged, watching as he swept up his hair into a loose bun and strode over, tilting your chin to look up at him through half-lidded eyes. He’s so close, his scent overwhelming and making your brain fuzzy.

“You’re in heat, kitty.” Heat...where had you heard that before? Back at the shelter, maybe? It was all a distant, unfocused memory right now. Shouta leaned down and kissed you sweetly, lips melding with yours as you purred and mewled, your tail thrashing behind you. His hands tugged at your clothes until you were bare before him, every inch of you on display. 

“You’re such a pretty kitty, you know that? So beautiful. Lay down for me.” The praise made you purr, made a chill crawl up your spine and your tail flick wildly. You obeyed the command, laying flat in the middle of the bed and he slotted himself between your legs, plunging two fingers into your tight hole. He let out a groan, pumping and scicssoring his fingers to stretch you out. You were already a sloppy mess, loud squelches ringing through the room in between your loud, whiny mewls and panting. 

It felt so good, the heat in your belly burning and tightening until Shouta’s fingers curled up into a spot that made stars dance in your vision. The pressure in your belly snapped hard, your legs trembling as he kept fingering you through it. His fingers slowed when you whined about it being too much, too sensitive. But you still felt hot all over, now it was worse, you wanted something so bad but you didn’t know what.

He got up and undressed himself and you licked your lips at his naked body, scarred skin pulled taut over thick muscle. What stood between his legs had heat spreading like fire through your body. You’d never seen a naked man before. He was quick to return to you, slotting his hips between your thighs and guiding the thick head of his cock along your soaked folds. 

“Relax kitty. I’m gonna make you feel good.” You gave a small nod and then he was pushing his thick cock inside you, groaning at the way your pussy clamped down on him. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as he slowly pushed and pumped his hips, cock dragging along your wet warm walls perfectly. Mewls slipped past your lips, high pitched whines and pants like music in Shouta’s ears. 

His hands wandered over your body, squishing and pulling at every piece of you he could get his calloused fingers on. It made you squirm beneath him, your own hands trying to push his away, but he wasn’t having any of it. He grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head in one strong hand, then went right back to groping your body with his free one.

“I can’t have you stopping me from touching you, kitty.” That’s all he said before focusing back on your body. He tugged at your belly, your sides, every place that was fatty and squishy. He’d never admit out loud how much he loved how soft you are. You’re perfect, plump and meaty, just more for him to touch, to look at, more to squeeze and pinch and pull.

He groaned out as you whined beneath him, tears beginning to clump in your lashes because he just kept squeezing, and he isn’t fucking you hard enough. Your orgasm built slowly with his languid pace, not nearly enough to get you to that peak and you were frustrated because you wanted relief but it wouldn’t come. Shouta picks up on your hips jerking and rolling, trying to get him to fucking move faster. He pulled his hips back and slammed back in, setting a brutal pace and making you whine high and long. 

Tears begin to fall from the sheer ecstasy of it, and he’s realizing how much he loves to see you cry from the pleasure he can give you. With a groan, he’s releasing your hands and wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face into your breasts and biting and sucking at your skin as he pounds you into the mattress. He isn’t normally an impulsive man, wouldn’t let himself let go like this. But for you. For you he’d give in to his lust and ravage you like you need him to.

Your orgasm slams over your body like a tsunami, your muscles locking up and a loud yip ringing from your throat, pleasure making your whole body shake. Shouta let out a hiss, your nails digging into the muscles in his back furiously, but he wouldn’t stop for that. He never stuttered in his pace, just kept ramming his hips into yours, heavy balls slapping against your ass and lewd squelches coming from where your bodies are connected. 

You’re overstimulated, throat feeling raw and tears still falling down your heated cheeks as you thrash from another orgasm, this one just as powerful as the last and making your vision spot black. This time Shouta leans back, wrapping a hand around your throat and licking the salty trails away.

“Such a good little kitty for me, so good.” With a few more thrusts he’s spilling inside you, and you can feel the warmth spread in your belly as you lay there, boneless. He lays down on top of you, both of you sweaty and tired and he starts whispering sweet words into your twitching ears.

“So pretty. You’re so pretty, kitten.” 

“Such a good girl for me.”

“You’re all mine, kitty. So good, all for me.” Tears begin to spill from your eyes for a different reason. Up until now you’d lived your life believing nobody wanted you because there was something wrong with you. You never felt ugly, never really felt like there was something truly wrong with you, but you always felt...unwanted. Unloved. Unlovable. 

But Shouta makes you feel wanted, and loved, and pretty and all the things you always assumed you didn’t deserve. You’re his kitty now, and you’re such a good kitty for him too. He’s showering you with affection that you’d never known before and you’re shaking from all the overwhelming emotions. He can feel your body quivering, leans back to look at you and cups your face in his warm palm.

“What’s wrong, kitten? Why are you crying?” Your nose twitches as you sniffle, which he mildly notes is fucking adorable.

“Do you mean it? Am I a good kitty?” His eyebrows furrow and he rolls the both of you over so you’re on top of him. He’s peering into your big sad eyes as if reading your soul through them, trying to read the emotions you’re feeling, but it isn’t hard for him to figure out what’s racing through your mind. You nuzzle your nose into his neck and breathe in his scent, his hand coming up to pet your hair and ears.

“Of course, kitten. You’re such a good kitty.” The small reassurance makes you feel warm and happy, your tail flicking softly before curling around both your leg and Shouta’s, the end brushing his skin gently. You can’t help but want to stay with Shouta forever.

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nugatory | p.jm. | drabble

pairing: jimin x reader (ft. taehyung)

rating: m (18+)

genre: smut | angst | college!au

summary: Park Jimin is many things. Park Jimin is a responsible, smart, handsome and musically talented Taekwondo black belt. Park Jimin is Kim Taehyung's best friend. Park Jimin is a good friend. Park Jimin is a compulsive matchmaker. Park Jimin is many things – but he is not the guy you should be sitting in a car with, right now.

warnings: swearing + sexual situations (nudity, semi-public sexual acts in a car, fingering, penetrative sex) + possible allusions to some infidelity if you squint?

word count: 3.2 k

note: y’all. i couldn’t let butter!jimin keep ruining my life without acting out a bit, could i? this one started off as a pwp, but then i ended up combining it with a plot i had in my head for a while, and this turned into more plot and less porn, but. i’m okay with that, tbh. also! i’ve used one my older styles of writing (going back to 2016-ish) with this one. hope you all like it~ 🥺💜

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Park Jimin is many things.

He is an astoundingly handsome, cheerful – and yet somehow mysterious – psychology major that you shared Freshman year's communications class with. He is the only rich kid among the majority on campus that doesn't flaunt his wealth to scholarship kids like you. He is kind, helpful, generous – did you mention handsome? – perfectly athletic and perfectly aesthetic.

Park Jimin is a responsible, smart, handsome and musically talented Taekwondo black belt.

He is also someone that gets excited at the prospect of claw machines at fairs. He is also someone that looks at the universe with galaxies in his eyes. He is also someone that doesn’t realize he will always be more exquisite than any art his best friend might ever create.

Park Jimin is Kim Taehyung's best friend.

He is the guy that stood next to Kim Taehyung when Taehyung asked you to the Freshman dance. He is the guy that told you Kim Taehyung has the most gigantic crush on you. He is the guy that set you up on the first of your many dates with Kim Taehyung.

Park Jimin is a good friend.

Park Jimin is a compulsive matchmaker.

Park Jimin is many things – but he is not the guy you should be sitting in a car with, right now.

"You really don't have to worry about me, Jimin," you mumble, eyes flickering all over his face – you always tend to drink him up the best you can, whenever you can. “I know I stupidly called you here, but I was just in shock. I’m okay, now. I’ll be fine.”

"No, I do have to worry." His fingers thread through his hair, your eyes hopelessly follow. "This was stupid and reckless of Tae. I'm sure he'll come back to his senses soon."

You blink. Jimin really has absolutely no grasp of this situation. But he obviously thinks he knows everything, which is making this conversation progressively difficult.

(His muscles bulging beneath his jeans and the t-shirt he wears are a contributing factor in making this conversation difficult, too, you won't lie.)

You breathe out, partly to collect your thoughts, and partly because you've been inhaling too much of his heady cologne and it’s making you think about—

Things. 

It's making you think about things. That you should have no business thinking about. Because you and his best friend have been going on dates. The same best friend who is currently, as you speak, on a date with someone else. Alluding to the reason why you have called up Park Jimin to see you in a confused panic, after ten, at night, at your place.

"Taehyung – he, um. He didn't see us going anywhere. We'd been on nine dates, but… He said he didn't think I was actually as into him as he is into me. He didn't want to go on like that." 

Jimin’s lips part. His brows hike up. You shrug, forcing your gaze away from the gloss on his lips.

“It’s been that way for a while. We were barely even texting. I think he has concluded that I don’t like him like that.”

Jimin rests his forearm on the steering wheel, almost leaning over the center console to catch your gaze. "Do you?"

His eyes pull you in like always and you're lost, just staring into their depths, as your mind ceases to think up thoughts that don't involve you and him naked and tangled up with each other in—

"Sweetheart?"

Your intake of breath is sharp, short and cold. Your insides are just as warm, turning everything in your head into incomprehensible mush. "Y–y–yeah?"

"Are you into Taehyung the way he is into you?" he whispers, and you follow the shape of his lips as they move. “Because you must know, he’s liked for a whole semester.”

You lick your lips, mindlessly nod, and then reach out with a finger to trace his cupid's bow. He doesn't pull away, he doesn't even flinch. "What do you think?"

His warm breath washes over your fingertip as you press it against his lower lip. His body jolts when your nail rims the plush cushion. "I… think he's my bestest friend in the world and he's basically in love with you…"

You shake your head, and your other hand travels past the console to grip his thigh. Your nails dig in. His breath catches. "He's on a date with someone else, as we're speaking."

"I just—he was so into you, I thought you'd be good for each other." 

Past the cloud of, well, something incomprehensible, there is disappointment in Jimin's gaze. And that is how you know he means it. You shouldn't be surprised, really, because Park Jimin always means everything he does, he doesn't have a single conniving bone in his body, but you still are. Part of you has hoped against hope that he set you up with Taehyung to get closer to you, himself. Which – sounds like a really flawed plan and doesn't really make much sense, now that you think about it.

But you still hoped.

Now—

Now, though. Now you know otherwise.

"How can I be good for someone else when I have never even been good for me?" you don't know why you confessed to that, but the words just tumble out of you and you let them. "I'm a mess, Jimin," you whisper, accentuating your point by massaging his lower lip by your index finger. "I destroy people, and I nearly destroy myself in the process. I am an emotional and psychological train wreck. He's better off without me. Anybody would be better off without me."

Jimin grips your hand on his thigh with his own. “Not anybody,” he murmurs, and through his furrowed brows and muddled eyes, you catch an emotion you have been well acquainted with for years, now.

Longing.

Your heartbeat picks up as Jimin massages small circles on the back of your hand. You remove your other hand from his face.

“Yes, Jimin, anybody,” you say with conviction, even as you desperately hope for him to offer himself up as an alternative. “Everything is a wreck inside of my head. I can’t do relationships, I can’t even date someone without messing up.”

His pupils expand and his tongue flicks at his lower lip. His hand tightens in a grip on your other hand. His gorgeously bleached hair curl over the side of his head. "You don’t have to date, then.”

You scoff. “Taehyung would never go for—”

“I’m not talking about Taehyung,” Jimin’s voice comes out three octaves lower. “And you’re not talking about just anybody.”

You nearly stop breathing as he brings his free hand to your face, pushes a tendril of your hair behind your ear and traces a knuckle down the side of your face, your jaw, to hold your chin.

“You say you’re not good for you. Can you try to be good for me, then?" He pulls your face closer to his. “Would you let me save you from destroying yourself? Let me try to take care of the wreckage, hmm?”

Your body spasms when he reaches for the hand you’d retracted, pecks your finger before pulling it into his mouth. His tongue swirls, his teeth scrape and his eyes roll back as he sucks. He lets go with a pop. 

Boy, would you let him take care of whatever he wants.

"Can you, sweetheart? Can you be good for me?" He sounds like he’s at the brink of something, just teetering on the edge, waiting for you to flick a finger before he free-falls.

Well. You’ve been teetering for years now.

"I want to be.” You don’t sound like yourself when you speak.

And you don't sound like yourself when he pulls you on top of him. You don’t sound like yourself when your back hits the wheel, your thighs cage his, your hands instinctively twirl in his hair, and –

Your core presses up against his length. 

He's hard and straining against his tighter than sin jeans. You claw at his t-shirt. He takes it off in a swift, smooth motion — agile and rhythmic in everything he does.

You don’t feel like yourself when your eyes feast him. Because how could you ever get this lucky? How could you ever get to feel Park Jimin’s shirtless self beneath you? You had long since succumbed to your destiny of perishing in pining.

And yet, here you are.

You lean back to marvel at his toned, chiseled angles, you let your fingers smooth over every groove and crevice and line of sinew muscle you can reach. You trace his tight abdomen, nails scraping at the last of his eight-pack before veering towards his toned v-line. You shiver at the dark promises it leads to, looking up to meet his eye. And you shiver more when his feral gaze catches you.

Then he pulls you into a kiss and you're lost.

He tastes like stale coffee and breath mints and bad decisions –

He tastes delicious.

His tongue plunders your mouth, teeth bite into your lips—he pulls, pushes, drinks up, feasts. You throw your all into the kiss, meeting him in the middle with your tongue swirling with his, teeth latching on to suck at it. He groans into your mouth – all loud, and guttural and manly. And then he stops. Pulls away.

His wholly black eyes dig into yours. His lips are wet, swollen and bitten. You did that.

"You have to at least talk to him—"

"I have another important business to tend to, currently."

You grind against him and make your point. He bites down on his lip. His arms snake around your waist to cage you against him, he pulls you down on him. 

You don't recognize yourself when you moan.

Your shirt is off, your shorts are pulled down and your panties are pushed to a side—

"You can never tell him." Park Jimin glides two fingers over your wetness, making a bigger mess of you. "Never."

You don't intend to, because what you do with Park Jimin in your apartment's parking lot at eleven pm on a Saturday night is nobody's business but yours. 

His fingers part your entrance and slide in you abruptly, and you see stars. Your head tilts back on a long, drawn out moan, Jimin’s fingers picking up pace inside you. You rock on his hand, you claw at his arm, you desperately latch onto his shoulders and rest your forehead against his to ground yourself. He watches you with his half shuttered eyes threatening to eat you up whole. 

His lips press into yours, tongue swiping through your mouth, curling up behind your teeth – it's messy, it's sloppy, it's the most arousing kiss of your life.

His lips drag down the column of your neck, tongue licking at the sweat droplets quickly gathering above your collarbones, his fingers curl inside you, his teeth latch onto your shoulder.

You explode under his thumb's press against your clit and sob into his neck when he drags its nail over the sensitive bud. “Jimin, Jimin, too much~ ah!”

He presses some buttons in his fancy car and his seat inclines. He pulls you to the backseat with him. “You okay?” he breathes on your face, hovering inches above you.

“Never been better,” you truthfully breathe back, heart coiling in your chest at the radiant grin he rewards you with in response.

A blast of hot air hits your forehead, your thighs and your shins. You jump, realizing he has turned some sort of hot air blower on. “For privacy,” he says, gesturing to the rapidly fogging windows, and then flicks a switch to make the air stop.

You both gaze at each other. Your eyes flicker all over his face to save every last bit of it to memory. You self-consciously swallow when you see him do the same. “Jimin…”

He leans down to sponge a kiss to your sternum, and then your hips buck into his as his tongue licks a path on the wells of your breasts peeking above your bra. A breathless moan leaves you when he scrapes his teeth over your cloth covered nipple.

You both pause for a moment, wide eyes locking in surprise.

And then you’re ravenous.

He strips you bare when you tug at his belt, and you rush to return the favor. You struggle with getting his boxers past his plump ass as he grips onto your flesh, peppering bites down your hips, squeezes your boobs, licks at your nipples—

You grip him, warm and heavy, and glide your thumb over the leaking tip. His head falls into your nape, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass. “Jimin, ple~ase,” you moan.

He plucks out a golden foil from his wallet, meeting your eyes as he tears the packet and rolls the condom onto himself. 

Your hands are pinned next to your head in a flash, his tongue teases your pulse point, teeth toy with your earlobe, and you writhe in want under him, eyes watering at the sweet torture.

And then he fills you up with a single thrust.

You freeze on a gasp.

His hair hangs over his eyes, irises lost to the lust storming in his pupils, his mouth gapes open, his chest is heaving.

“You good?” His voice is deeper than the ocean.

You've never been more turned on in your life.

He hisses at your frantic nod. “Words.”

“Yes. Yes, oh my God, Jimin, move—”

He thrusts into you at an unforgiving pace. Your whole world literally tilts off its axis as he meets that spot inside of you, and your body wrings beneath him, twisting up to hold onto some buoy to ground you, but he is unrelenting even as you grip at his neck — his teeth encase his lower lip, brows furrow and eyelids flutter as he drives deep into you.

You groan at the sight, moving your hips to meet him. You rock with him, never catching your breath, and your nails just dig dig dig into his meaty back, drawing patterns all over the smooth, delicious surface.

Your release closes in on you, and you chase it with your mouth clamping onto Jimin’s neck, your eyes screwed shut as you groan into his skin, until—

He draws back, standing on his knees above you like goddamn Adonis in this goddamn huge SUV of his, and the sight of sweat droplets trailing down his neck, framing his pecs and racing down his tight abs has your whine of protest dying in your throat as you gawk. His lips are parted as he breathes, a couple of sweat soaked hair strands sticking to his brow, and his eyes — 

Oh God, his eyes have an animalistic gleam in them as he hooks his arms beneath your knees, and drags your hips to him.

You cry out when he enters you at this angle, every thrust pushing at what feels like your cervix, and the pleasure is so blinding it's almost painful. One of his hands maneuvers to your center, a finger rubbing at your clit, and you yelp out a distorted version of his name, completely unwarned when waves over waves of hot, sweet, toe curling climax crash into you.

Jimin chases you into completion, his broken moan of your name filtering to you through the post-orgasmic buzzing in your head. His lips connect with yours as he relaxes your legs. You both pant into each other's mouth after two, lethargic, sticky kisses.

Your sweaty bodies make a disgusting sound when you detach, and both of you scowl together, laughing when you catch each other’s expressions. You sit up on jelly legs, barely able to sit on your ass when your sensitive center protests. 

You both dress up in silence, although you don’t feel it to be awkward in the least.

You’re still mulling over how to frame in words what you have felt for him for nearly three years, how to tell him and even what to tell him when you’re such a relationship-phobe, when Jimin releases a long sigh.

You look up in surprise. That was not a contented sound. It was one of… was it defeat?

Jimin looks at you with a serious face.

Your heart plummets.

One of the many things that make up Park Jimin is also his brutal morality. And right now, you can see it in his face that he thinks he’s done something wrong. Your shoulders hunch up in subconscious defense — you will not say a word, you decide.

“Taehyung is my best friend in this entire world,” he begins, stomping firmly on any remaining embers of hope left in your chest. “He can never, ever, ever know this happened, okay?”

You give a numb nod.

“I’m sure he’ll come back around and try to talk to you again. If that happens, don’t feel like you owe me anything, okay?”

You look up to find Jimin’s eyes searching your face. He looks so soft and grave and sad, that it hurts to look at him. You look down and nod again.

“I — I feel like you two will happen, you know, when the time is finally right.” His words sound stiff. Practiced, even. “Don’t let this come in the way of that.”

Even though you decided you wouldn’t say anything, your mouth is nearly bubbling with too much to say, at this point. You take a deep breath. “And what if he doesn’t come back. What then, Jimin?”

Jimin looks at you with wide, clueless eyes. “He…will. At some point.”

“And what about until he comes back? Am I expected to wait around?”

Something crumples in his expressions. “No, of course not. You can do whatever you want. Even after he comes back, you don’t owe anybody anything.”

“Whatever I want, you say?” you ask him quietly, your heart thudding in your throat.

Jimin swallows, obviously catching on. “I mean…I guess?”

“You guess?”

He licks his lips and his gaze zeroes in on yours. “Whatever you want, yes. Certainly.”

“Great.” You take his acquiescence for what it is, and grab his wrist. “Okay, then. Until he comes back, right?”

Jimin nods, haltingly, gaze switching between your hand and your eyes. “Right.”

You feign a smile you don’t actually feel because something about this doesn’t sit right with you. This boy, you realize, deserves a lot more than being someone’s dirty little secret. He is Park Jimin, after all, a guy that is so many things that you could never run out of listing them and— 

Park Jimin is a gorgeous celestial metaphor in himself.

Because he may look at the universe with galaxies in his eyes, but he is your only galaxy, and all your stars shine at you through him when he smiles. 

Park Jimin is many things — but he is not the guy you want to just casually fuck.

But your pathetic self would take anything he would allow.

And so you pull his hand and stumble out of his SUV, sharing shy glances with him as you pull him with you up the stairs, all the way to your dorms.

Park Jimin is many things—

To you.

nugatory (adj.) – worth nothing or of little value.