#the three clock keepers

[iamhereinthebg]

To give up the Present

[mari-lair]

Clock keepers tea time! Doodle commission for @iamhereinthebg! :D

[kittytheartist]

The new chapter was crazzyy

[threeclockkeeperlovereal]

AWWWHHHHHHH SHE'S SO CUTE AND SHE'S HERE I'M SO EXCITED AHHHHHHH THEY'RE JUDGES THATS HOW THEY TELL WHETHER YOU'RE WORTHY OR NOT ITS SO FUNNN

HER LITTLE BOW IM DYING AHHHHH

[iamhereinthebg]

OMG

LOVE THIS SM!!! Akane having brown/copperIsh/red hair was made to stand out in snow sceneries omg

Posting this before I find a mistake. It's probably not accurate but whatever. I had fun :))

Inspired by this post from @iamhereinthebg !

[low-quality-tbhk]

[asteriass]

“Toilet Bound Hanako Kun” manga panel coloring

Original panel:

[altoskh]

Imso tired man. I'm so tired. Why do I work this hard I am so FUCKING over this shit

[oatmealaddiction]

This is an interesting thing I'm noticing as I'm reading but it kinda seems to me like a lot of the Tolkien characters all seem to have elemental symbolism that seems to follow their characterization.

Like Gandalf and Bilbo both seem to have a lot of fire symbolism that follows them around. Gandalf uses light and fire as kind of his two go to weapons and he's the keeper of the ring of Narya which is the fire one. And of course Gandalf the White is forged out of flame. And then Bilbo's introduced in the middle of smoking, and he spends a lot of time hanging around campfires and hearths, like the campfire storyteller he is. He seems to like hanging out in the Hall of Fire at Rivendell, and his conflict with Smaug obviously also involves a lot of fire. He's also arguably the character who is closest to Gandalf.

Frodo on the other hand is like all water imagery. One of the first things we learn about Frodo is his parents were weirdos who hung out in boats and then drowned, and he's introduced filling drinks at Bilbo's party. He makes his stand against the Nazgul at the river. He himself nearly drowns like three times in the story, and spends a lot of time in boats, being haunted by dark waters, and the sound of the ocean (and of course ends the story going over the sea). Like the water symbolism with Frodo is nonstop and he shares that in common with Gollum, who specifically is characterized by pools, rivers, and lakes, as well as fish, worms, mud and roots and caves—very wet and slimy compared to Frodo's more mariner/wayfinder imagery. But they're still kind of two sides of the same coin.

Pippin and Merry get a lot of plant and tree symbolism. Besides hanging out with ents and drinking tree wine and that time they both got eaten by a tree, it's clear Merry grew up wandering forests and knows a lot about wild plants (and writes a book on it later) and Pippin gets a ton of association with Gondor, y'know, that place that is represented by a big ol' tree. Their tobacco leaves too actually kinda play a pivotal role, and are again, very plant focused.

You'd think Sam would also be more earth oriented, being he's a gardener, but not really? Unlike Merry who's out here spitting plant facts 24/7 and working on his plant book, Sam's interest in plants seems like to only be around when he's on the clock. His symbolism is all very celestial. He's the guy who ends up using the Star of Earendil. He sees Earendil while he and Frodo are walking through Mordor. He evokes Elbereth, the Star Goddess like multiple times. He names his daughter after the star-sun shaped flower Elanor which literally means "Sun and Stars." And if you think about it, Gardener is actually kind of a perfect role for a star-guy when you remember how dependent plants are on the sun. He also seems to share some kind of connection with Galadriel who is also caked in a lot of star imagery. It also tracks he'd be paired with Frodo thematically as he serves as a guiding light to a mariner, in contrast to how Gollum represents the depths.

IDK what all that means, I just think it's neat!

[0bticeo]

mark grayson | takeout misshap

summary: mark stumbles in, looking wrecked—bruised, bloody, barely holding himself up—but guess what? he still has a takeout bag. the paper’s stained red, but he just grins like an idiot and goes: "still hot." priorities.

(requested by one lovely anon <3)

tw: none! diabetes inducing amounts of fluff, mark gets all the hugs and kisses he needs for the traumatic shit he's been through, blood and bruises, mention of invincible events but no spoilers (also ik there's only two variants in the wasteland dimension but. but viltrumite mark survived bc he's my bby)

you love mark grayson. from the bottom of your heart, to the moon and back, through hell and back. you love watching him geek out about the new seance dog episode, because you don’t understand , they perfectly adapted this one bit from the comics, and the VA’s performance made it sooo much better. you love watching the small crease of his brows when he focuses on his algebra homework. for all his complaining, he’s a good student. 

you love invincible. you love watching mark suit up, coming up to him and adjusting his mask for him as his hands rest on your waist. you love watching him take off, flying away like it’s the most natural thing. and it is. he’s told you, fingers stroking your hair, that to viltrumites, it was like breathing. 

“i wish i could fly sometimes,” you had whispered, craning your head to look up at him. 

a soft peck on your forehead, on your eyelids - left, right. on your nose.

“i can take you flying, if you want.”

you had smiled.

“yeah. i’d like that.”

it was easier, back then. when all you had to worry about was making it into college. three years later and you’re both twenty-one, with the weight of the world on mark’s shoulders. viltrumites are wolves. no sheep’s clothing needed to hide themselves - nolan grayson had been a predator through and through, his glacier blue eyes cold enough to cut you down to your marrow. 

you’re lucky you’re still alive and breathing. you’re lucky you get to see mark come home to you, bloodied, broken, bruised, but alive . it’s messy, sometimes. there’s blood on the carpet, stains ingrained in the fabric, unwilling to leave. there’s exhaustion. frustration on both your parts - you want. you want to enjoy a lazy morning in your boyfriend’s arms without that bastard cecil stedman’s call ripping him away from you. he wants to be there for you. that’s why you both rent a small little flat - hero work had him dropping out of college, and he couldn’t bear to watch you deal with it alone.

so you make it work. it’s not perfect, it’s messy - mark’s eyes are growing sadder and sadder, bags deepening under his eyes until he breaks down under the weight of it all. 

(he came to you. after thraxa. after levy. after his variants. after conquest. he came to you, bloodied, half-mad with grief, a feral dog seeking its master’s tender touch. you’re no master of his, but your hands are the gentlest things he knows, so he buried himself in your arms and let himself break , knowing you’d pull him back together.)

you make it work. 

doesn’t mean you’re still not eyeing the clock, frowning a little. you’ve rummaged around in your closet until you found the outfit, changed said outfit because it was too much for a date at that small, homey italian restaurant that mark organised, then changed it back because it was too casual. you are not spending your three year anniversary in your hoodie. well, mark’s hoodie. finders keepers.

so here you are, pacing back and forth in your living room under the watchful, curious gaze of nero, one feline eye half-opened on the couch. an hour passes. two. you settle on the couch and run your fingers through nero’s fur, the cat purring as he settles on your lap. three hours and all restaurants are closed. three am stares you straight in the eyes, the clock on the wall ticking away minute after unforgiving minute.

mark is late. 

you’re not mad at him - dammit, he’s a superhero. that’s his job, and you’re proud of him for it. you are mad at cecil for not allowing him to rest after sending him on four back to back missions in a week right after he almost got stranded in a sordid wasteland dimension with three of his other variants.

a rasp at the window. 

you jump on your feet, immediately dashing to the window to open it. in stumbles mark. blue and yellow suit in shreds, bloodied, bruised, one broken arm hanging limply at his side, two teeth missing, the plexiglas of his broken goggles having dug in his skin, a small shard embedded under his eyelid. 

in his free arm, takeout. 

the bag’s stained red from the blood coating his hand, slowly seeping into the brown paper.

he looks at you with a little smile - a little hiss escaping him when his split, swollen lips stretch painfully.

“hey,” he croaks, floating towards you, feet brushing the ground. “happy three years to us.”

then, after looking at the bag:

“still hot.”

you sigh fondly, cupping his face, watching as he melts into you, nose brushing yours. priorities. gently, you manage to dig out the small plexiglas fragment, earning a mournful sigh from him.

“m’sorry, m’staining the carpet again.”

“fuck the carpet.” you gently peck the spot under his ear, the only patch of skin left unbruised. “i’m just glad you’re alive.”

“mm. managed to snatch take-out at the italian before it closed. ordered your favourite.”

“aw, baby… you’re an angel.” 

you peck his nose, lips a soft breeze over the crooked slope of it, taking the bag from him and setting it on the coffee table. nero purrs, tail rubbing over mark’s calf. mark is watching you, mask in hand, gaze soft. he makes a move to drape himself over you and stop, wordlessly looking at you, big brown eyes imploring.

“don’t wanna mess up your outfit.”

your heart melts .

“fuck my shirt. c'mere.”

your fingers close on his valid arm and you pull him towards you, giggling as he effortlessly slides in the air. mark thinks he’s never seen you look this beautiful, eyes sleep-soft, love pouring out of your heart straight to his. you’re happy, he realises. happy that he gets to come home to you. to come home at all. 

he drapes himself over you, chest to your back, still careful not to put blood on your shirt- oh , you’re pulling him closer, craning up your neck so your cheek brushes against his. his hand rests on your waist, fingers hesitantly laying on the silk of your shirt until you press your hand against his, until he feels the warmth of you blooming under his palm like his blood on your shirt.

“love you,” he mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.

“love you too, baby.”

you feel him against you, body relaxing, melting into you as you pull out the clothes he’s laid out for himself before heading out, six hours ago - black slacks, black shirt. he eyes his limp arm, his shattered knee, and bite back a groan, forehead pressed to your nape, sweat-slick hair brushing the sensitive skin. not having both hands for that will suck. unless-

“look inside the pocket,” he mumbles.

you hum, intrigued, and comply, reaching for his pocket - you freeze when your fingertips brush the corner of something small. 

you pull out a small velvet box, eyes wide. 

“mark?”

he smiles, reaching out from behind you to open it, taking advantage of you holding it. 

“yeah.”

gently, he takes the box from you and floats in front of you, half-kneeling, smile bloodied and unbearably soft.

“marry me?”

you think you’re crying. you might have tackled mark into a hug, then profusely apologized as you effectively crushed his bruised ribs. nero meows, confused.

“yeah. yeah, mark.” you kiss him. "i wanna marry you."

tagging: @tokoyamisstuff @gaiasmight

[mari-lair]

I believe Kako's backstory is either not completed or a twisted version of the truth and should not be taken at face value.

Aidairo loves to make a mystery tell us "their story" the second Nene get familiar with their boundary:

And later reveal that either the story was a lie that's is convinient for the mystery to achieve their goals:

Or a lie that haunt them to their core, until it twist the meaning of their existence:

Considering how Kako's whole story is basically a "don't mess with time. It will ruin you. Human weren't built for it, only I can't handle it." leaving a lot of things vague or quick to be dismissed. I think that while he is revealing many true things about his existence, he is still hiding the full story or twisting the details so that it makes his message to nene "give up, only the guardians should control time," more clear and heavy for her.

I would genuinely be surprised if aidairo doesn't re tell this story later under a new lense, because it feels imcomplete.

We don't actually know what this special thing is after all:

The story want us to believe this special thing is either Mirai, or the hourglass, but I don't quite buy it...

A yorishiro is always central to a mystery story (Tsuchi with the moon rock. Yako with Misaki's scissors. Mei with the sketchbook she was drawn on... so on) and Kako never once mentioned this key or the clock that the key unlock.

EDIT: We also don't know how Kako built Mirai/whose soul she has, since the niece no longer exists. Or why he choose a human as a keeper of the present.

For as solid as Kako's story is, something about it feels very odd.

[kittytheartist]

if not for the smudges this would be a good drawing!

[threeclockkeeperlovereal]

Y'ALL I AINT EVEN

JOKING

With you no more....

I am insane

[one-sunny]

Silent Affection

Sanji x f!reader drabble

Summary: Sanji is Sanji and it’s not unusual to witness his displays of affection. However, you never seemed to pay attention to the silent displays of affection that are reserved solely for you. Typical Sanji nicknames and f!reader.

Masterlist

It was natural in an almost startling way.

Sanji was a man that showed his affection for those around him loud and proud. He would dote on you, Nami, and Robin around the clock. Any of your compliments of his food would turn him into the physical embodiment of heart eyes. None of you would ever go without.

But aside from all of the showmanship, there was a silent affection that was reserved for only you.

In the way that he always managed to hand you your sun glasses on a particular bright day, when you’re squinting uncomfortably and attempting to shield your eyes. No words passed between you or call to attention. Just the simple act of noticing.

It was in the chore rotation. How any time you were assigned your least favorite task, Sanji suddenly had the free time to get to it before you. It didn’t matter how many times you protested this, because often times this meant you aided him in his own chores and the man would do anything for that extra time to spend with you.

And above all else, it was the extra sprinkling of oregano in your pasta sauce. The day your nose crinkled when Sanji asked for you to taste test for him, announcing the sauce needed some oregano, he was instantly sent back to the Baratie. Of course, Sanji couldn’t stop himself from uttering the phrase “oregano is for savages”, just as he had so many times to Zeff. He didn’t have it in him to throw the ingredient into the whole pot, but he found himself adding the ingredient to your plate alone.

But all of these acts seemed to fall on deaf ears. You didn’t acknowledge them, for the most part, as this was just Sanji. Despite being reserved solely for you and you alone. You never seemed to notice.

When the Sunny docks onto an island, much to everyone’s relief, the crew is more than ready to head out and explore. Groceries are the number one priority with a captain that could consume the entire ocean three times over. But, groceries are not Nami’s main concern as she is dragging you and Robin away from the group and to a couple of shops nearby.

You spend your day split between a dress up doll and personal hype woman for the navigator. When Nami deems herself done and the shop keepers are all seething in rage at her lack of purchases, you meet your crew outside of a restaurant. Luffy had decided your chef needed a break and, after hearing a local rave about the marinated meat that was a local delicacy, he was more than excited.

Your waiter is an older man that regards your group with immediate distaste and huffs off when Luffy orders one of everything.

When the man returns with a tray of drinks, he places the glass of ice directly in front of you, a lemon wedge on the edge of the glass. Your nose crinkles at the sight. Sanji, caught up in a conversation with Nami about the grocery bill, doesn’t even seem to realize as he plucks the lemon off of your glass to drop it in his own water. After all, your chef knew of your distaste for lemon in your water.

And you simply shrug it off, because he is Sanji after all.

Before the food arrives, Nami requests you follow her to the bathroom, a silent plea in the room full of unfamiliar faces. You follow her with little protest.

Upon returning to the table, plates litter the surface and your food is presented at your seat. You notice Ussop’s eyes lingering on you for a beat too long as you settle down. An arm swoops in at your side before you can question it and a small ramekin of sauce is placed next to your plate. You cast a confused look to the waiter but he is already off.

“Sanji asked for it for you.” Ussop answers your silent question, his brows raising. “And he did that.” He nods towards the raw circles of onion placed on the edge of Sanji’s plate. The raw onions you specifically had asked to not come with your meal.

“Oh.” Is all you can mumble out.

“Oh.” Ussop mocks you with the roll of his eyes. “You should be used to this, ya know.”

Your brows pull together, “What do you mean?”

A smirk pulls to his lips, “So you really are just dense?”

“Says you.” You scoff defensively. At your weak retaliation, Ussop drops the issues and focuses on defending his own plate from Luffy’s hungry gaze. Your eyes drop to your plate as the words ring in your mind. “You should be used to this.”

The meal is good, the marinated meat just as lush as described, but you couldn’t seem to focus on your plate. Sanji’s knee knocks against yours under the table and you are quick to meet his eye.

“Everything okay, darling?” He prompts, lifting his drink to take a sip as his eyes level at you. You can only focus on the extra lemon swirling in his cup.

You clear your throat, “Yeah, i’m fine.”

“Enjoying your meal?” He asks further.

“ ‘S good.” You nod slowly. Your next words leave you before you can even process them, “But i’m almost certain you could do better.” And you begin to wonder just how long you have spoken so freely to Sanji without any thought.

A bright smile pulls to his lips and heat rushes color to his cheeks. “Thank you, mon amor.” He hums in thought. “The marinade is quite good, I believe I could recreate it if i tried hard enough.” That was the thing about your chef, he was excellent at dissecting a meal and recreating it to be a thousand times better. “And I could easily make it more to your taste.” He bumps your knee again with a smile and you find yourself leaning into that touch, much to his surprise.

Your knee rests against Sanji’s as you turn back to your plate- which looks suspiciously lacking from when you last focused on it. Across the table, Luffy chews with a goofy grin on his face.

Yet, you cannot bring yourself to care. Your thoughts rush in your mind as you attempt to piece together just when this all started. When it stopped just being Sanji.

[lascvitae]

could you do 5th!member going to an idol charity football/soccer match (she got invited cuz everyone in the idol industry knows she already plays football/soccer) and aespa goes to watch her. Reader obviously impresses everyone with her skills and goals 😝 and back at the dorms, reader is really tired so giselle takes good care of her😈😈. (no g!p would be nice🙃) thank yew

SWEET ✵ AERI UCHINAGA

❀ ༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ alt. IT’S SO SWEET KNOWING THAT

YOU LOVE ME .ᐟ

ᝰ.ᐟ after a charity soccer match leaves you sore and breathless, giselle is the only one who knows exactly how to put you back together.

ᝰ.ᐟ pairing. giselle x 5thmember!reader ᝰ.ᐟ genre. smut (18+) ᝰ.ᐟ warning(s). cunnilingus (r receiving), fingering, pet names (baby, pretty girl), soft dom aeri

ᝰ.ᐟ word count 4k

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ katty ᥫ᭡: ngl idk shit about soccer but my ex and my bsf played 🤞🏽

masterlist.

THE STADIUM HUMS with energy, a low, buzzing excitement that rattles in your chest. banners flap in the warm breeze, some with your name printed across them in marker and glitter. it still feels a little surreal, standing here with a ball tucked under your arm, jersey clinging to your back.

somewhere in the stands, you know aespa’s here. your girls. karina, minjeong, ning, and aeri are packed into the front rows, shouting your name like crazy fans. you catch a glimpse of them when you jog past the sideline, and it makes something tight and sweet curl in your stomach.

you give them a smile and even from the distance, you see aeri laughing. she’s cupping her hands around her mouth to yell something you can’t quite catch.

the whistle blows. the game kicks off. and just like that, you’re in it. weaving through the field, your body moving on muscle memory alone. you can feel the weight of a hundred eyes on you, but it doesn’t shake you. it fuels you. this is your stage too.

you fake left, spin right with the ball glued to your foot like it was made for you, and when you slide it past the keeper into the net, the roar that the crowd erupts into is almost deafening.

you glance at the stands and there’s aeri, standing up, hands cupped around her mouth again, screaming her head off for you.

your heart stutters.

you flash her a smile and sprint back into position, already hungry for more.

you don’t slow down. not for a second. there’s a scramble near the middle of the field and you’re there, cutting through defenders like you were born to do it. someone lunges for you. you dodge, slipping past with a sharp turn that leaves the crowd gasping.

“what a move!” the announcer yells, voice crackling through the stadium speakers. 

“and she’s off! she’s making it look easy out there!”

you don’t even hear it properly. you’re locked in. focused. there’s only you, the ball, and the goal.

twenty yards out, you let it fly. a perfect, soaring shot that hovers just over the keeper’s fingers and slams into the back of the net.

for a second, there’s silence. stunned silence. and then the whole stadium explodes.

you punch the air, smiling so wide it hurts, and when you turn toward the stands, you catch sight of aeri again. she’s losing it, jumping up and down, grabbing karina’s shoulders, and screaming something you can’t hear but you feel anyway.

“three goals for y/n! unbelievable performance today!”

you jog back towards the center circle, breathless with sweat dripping down your temples. and still, somehow, all you can think about is the way aeri’s eyes found you, shining like there was a galaxy inside of them. and maybe for you, there was.

but the clock’s ticking down and most of the other players are tired, dragging their feet with exhaustion.

but not you. you’re running on pure adrenaline now.

the ball bounces loose, and you’re on it in a flash. a defender tries to block you but you flick the ball through her legs it was so clean the entire crowd cheers.

“oh, come on! she’s showing off now!” the announcer laughs, the excitement in his voice making your smile widen.

you don’t slow down. you don’t hesitate. without letting the ball touch the ground, you kick it straight into the top corner of the net.

the stadium screams.

it’s loud enough to shake your body. you throw your arms wide, laughing, soaking it in. the cheers. the flash of cameras. the way your teammates attack you with a clumsy, sweaty hug.

off to the side, you see your girls again. karina has both hands over her mouth, minjeong’s smacking ning’s arm, and aeri’s just standing there, staring at you in awe.

you smile at her again.

but you can’t see her reaction as your teammates begin to cheer you on.

you’re more than tired when the final whistle blows. your body feels heavy, muscles aching in a way that feels like tomorrow’s gonna hurt even worse. but right now, none of it matters. you won. and you crushed it.

you shuffle off the field, high fiving a few players and waving at the still cheering crowd. your jersey sticks to your skin, your hair’s a mess, and your legs threaten to buckle with every step.

and then you hear it.

"y/n!"

you turn just in time to see aeri running towards you, slipping past a poor security guard. she’s got your water bottle in one hand and a towel in the other, and when she reaches you, she doesn’t even hesitate. she throws her arms around you, squeezing tight despite how gross you probably are.

"you were insane out there. i think i fell in love with you all over again.” she mumbles into your shoulder, voice thick with pride. 

your heart stutters.

again.

you pull back just enough to look at her, breathless. "you’re not supposed to be down here, you know.” you tease, but it’s weak. you’re already leaning into her touch without thinking.

aeri just smiles, bright and unbothered. "sue me."

she presses the cold water bottle to your cheek, making you flinch and laugh. and the way she looks at you, soft and a little dangerous, has heat blooming under your skin faster than any run down the field ever could.

"let’s get you cleaned up.” she says, hooking her fingers through yours.

the ride back to the dorm is a blur. mostly. you're zoning out, replaying every moment of the game in your head like a highlight reel. but the ache in your muscles keeps pulling you back into the present.

and then there's aeri, who’s sitting next to you and barely letting go of your hand.

"you okay?" she asks quietly, eyes flicking over your tired face. you nod, but she’s still not convinced. she never is.

"hey, we’re all going out for dinner to celebrate.” karina says from the front seat, voice cheerful as she turns to smile at you.

"yes! you deserve a feast, y/n!” ning chimes in, buzzing with energy. 

you smile at the idea of food, but the thought of walking into a restaurant after everything, sweaty and sore, sounds like too much right now.

"thanks, guys. but i think i’ll shower first. catch up with you later?” you say, voice soft. 

karina nods, giving you a knowing look. “take your time. we’ll wait."

the car pulls up to the dorm and as soon as you step out, you’re hit with that familiar mixture of exhaustion and relief. but before you can step inside, aeri stops you while tugging lightly on your sleeve. “hey, can i stay with you for a bit?"

you glance at her, raising an eyebrow. "you sure you don’t wanna go with the others?"

she smiles and shakes her head. "nah. i’ll make sure you’re good. go shower."

there’s something in her eyes that makes you hesitate for just a second. something soft and warm, but you don’t push it.

"okay.” you murmur, heading toward the dorm.

the bathroom door clicks shut behind you and as soon as you step into the shower the hot water is like a dream, easing the soreness in your muscles. the steam fills the room and as you stand there, eyes closed, you let yourself relax for the first time all day.

but the sound of the door creaking open has you stiffenin despite how comfortable you feel in the warmth.

"aeri?"

you hear her voice, soft and just a little teasing. "i’m just making sure you’re okay. can’t let you pass out in there, right?"

she’s standing just outside the shower and when you peek out, you can see her leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed casually.

there’s a moment of silence.

"besides, i wanna make sure you’re treated right after all that work out there. you deserve to be pampered."

the words land like a spark, making your heart race just a little faster. you laugh softly, feeling the tension in your chest release but it only seems to heighten as you see the look in aeri’s eyes. the way she’s watching you, like she’s waiting for something.

“you don’t have to.”

aeri doesn’t answer immediately. instead, she steps closer, her fingers brushing the towel hanging beside the shower. she holds your gaze for a moment, lips barely parted.

"it’s okay. i want to." she murmurs.

the hot water soothes your body but the way aeri stands just outside the shower. she’s close enough for you to feel her presence but she’s not quite touching you. it has your pulse racing. she watches you as you finish rinsing off, gaze warm and steady.

you finish with the shower and a soft sigh escapes your lips when you step out, the cool air hitting your skin. aeri’s still leaning casually against the doorframe but now she’s watching you more intently, like she’s memorizing every movement you make.

"all done?" her voice is low.

you nod, grabbing the towel from the hook. "yeah... just need to dry off."

you don’t miss the way her eyes flicker to your wet hair, and the way her lips twitch as if she’s holding back something.

"you’re lucky i’m here. i’m gonna make sure you’re good to go, y/n. you deserve it.” she says softly, taking a step closer.

there’s a warmth in her voice that makes your chest tighten. but before you can answer, she’s already reaching for your damp hair, fingers brushing softly over your scalp as she pulls a towel through it. the touch is light at first, just drying the ends, but then her hands slow, fingers massaging your scalp with care.

you let out a soft, almost involuntary hum of satisfaction.

"that feel good?" aeri asks, her voice just above a whisper now. the heat between you two was building with every second.

"yeah. feels… nice.” you murmur, closing your eyes for a moment.

her hands work through your hair, touch deliberate and gentle. but there’s something lingering in the way she moves. something that feels almost too close. her fingers trace the line of your neck, lingering longer than necessary, and you can’t help but shiver.

aeri doesn’t pull away. instead, she leans in slightly, just enough for her breath to brush against your ear.

"you’re so pretty when you’re relaxed.” she says softly, the words warm and soothing. but there’s an edge to her tone that makes your stomach flutter.

you turn your head slightly, meeting her eyes and there’s a pause. a shift in the air that hangs between you two. the tension is thick now, heavy in the space around you.

aeri doesn’t break eye contact. instead, she steps even closer, her body just inches from yours. the heat between you two is undeniable now.

"you know, i’ve wanted to take care of you like this for a while.” she says, voice soft but filled with something you can’t quite place.

your heart skips a beat.

“what do you mean?" you ask, your voice barely more than a breath.

aeri’s smile is almost teasing but there’s a depth to it. something vulnerable behind the playfulness. "you’re so strong, y/n. but even strong people need someone to help them out."

the way she says it makes your chest tighten again, and you can feel her presence so close to yours that it’s almost overwhelming.

before you can respond, she takes a step back. like she’s giving you space to breathe but the heat in the room doesn’t fade.

"you can relax, okay? i’ve got you.” she murmurs, her voice steady but still laced with something soft. almost tender.

you stare at her for a second, still catching your breath. from the shower, from the match, from the way aeri’s looking at you like you’re something precious.

something she wants to protect and ruin all at once.

you should move. should grab some clothes, dry off properly, say something casual to break the moment.

but you don’t.

you just stand there, towel loose in your hands, skin still warm from the water but burning even hotter under her gaze.

aeri’s eyes drag slowly over you, mouth parting slightly like she’s about to say something. then thinking better of it. she closes the space between you two in a careful, deliberate step instead.

her hand lifts to your jaw, touch light, thumb tracing along the edge of your cheekbone. you lean into it without thinking.

"so pretty.” she whispers again. she looks like she’s about to scold herself for saying it.

but she doesn’t stop.

her fingers trail down slowly, brushing over your throat, your collarbone, like she’s memorizing you.

your breath catches. the towel in your hands almost drops to the floor.

"you’re tired. you should rest.” she murmurs, more to herself than to you.

you don’t answer. can’t.

ecause she’s still touching you. softly, carefully, and the way she’s looking at you makes it feel like rest is the last thing on either of your minds.

"lay down.” she says gently, like a command in a whisper.

you let her guide you by the wrist, touch sure but patient. she pulls you toward the bed and you let her, heart pounding in your ears.

you sit on the edge, muscles aching, body heavy with exhaustion and something else. something thick and electric humming just beneath your skin.

aeri kneels down in front of you, hands sliding up your calves slow and steady as if she’s checking for injuries.

when her thumbs press into the tense muscles of your legs, you hiss a little under your breath, the tension unraveling all at once.

"poor baby. you really gave them a show, huh?” she coos, voice thick with something dark and sweet.

you don’t trust yourself to speak. you just nod, biting your lip as her fingers work higher, kneading the soreness out of you with care.

her touch is steady and careful. but the way she keeps looking up at you with hooded eyes and that half smile? it’s anything but innocent.

"let me take care of you.” she says again, voice dropping lower and rougher.

not a question. not a suggestion.

a promise.

you nod before you even realize you’re doing it. your body answers before your mind can catch up. 

her lips curve into a slow smile, almost like she knew you’d give in. like she’s been waiting for this moment just as long as you have.

her hands trail higher, deliberately massaging up your thighs now. your skin tingles everywhere she touches, a slow burn blooming underneath her palms.

you shift on the bed without meaning to, thighs parting slightly. an invitation. a surrender.

aeri notices. god, she notices.

her hands pause at the tops of your thighs, fingertips grazing the edge of the towel still loosely draped around your body.

she doesn’t rush. doesn’t push.

just leans in, face close enough that you feel the warm brush of her breath against your bare skin.

"you’re trembling. poor thing. i should be more gentle, huh?” she murmurs, voice low and deliciously teasing. her fingers stroke tiny, light circles into your thighs.

you let out a shaky exhale, barely managing to nod.

but aeri only smiles, leaning closer until her nose grazes your knee. it’s a soft, almost innocent touch, but the heat behind it is anything but.

"you worked so hard today. don’t you think that you deserve to be spoiled a little?” she says, almost purring the words against your skin.

your hand fists in the sheets. you’re caught between wanting to pull her closer and wanting to pull her up to kiss you senseless.

but aeri’s calling the shots tonight. and the glint in her eye says she knows it.

she trails slow, barely there kisses up your thigh, pausing every so often to bite gently. not enough to hurt, but enough to make you twitch under her mouth.

"you’re so sensitive.” she hums, almost to herself, like she’s cataloging every little reaction you give her.

like she’s savoring you.

your head falls back against the mattress, a helpless little sound slipping out before you can stop it.

aeri chuckles softly, pleased.

"just relax, baby. i’m gonna take such good care of you.” she murmurs, voice thick with promise.

her hands slide up, tugging the towel just a little looser. not pulling it away. not yet. teasing the edge of your control.

and when she finally presses a slow, open mouthed kiss higher up your inner thigh, dangerously close but still not quite where you’re burning for her, you swear you could come undone just from the anticipation alone.

you arch into her instinctively, a broken little plea slipping from your lips. but aeri just looks up at you through her lashes, gorgeous and devastating.

"patience, pretty girl. let me make you feel good first.” she whispers, her voice wrecking you more than any touch could.

you whimper under your breath, the sound escaping before you can catch it. and that’s all aeri needs.

with one smooth tug, she peels the towel from your waist, tossing it aside like it’s nothing. like you’re the only thing she wants to look at.

and god, the way her eyes drink you in. it’s enough to make your whole body flush hot.

"so fucking pretty.” she breathes, voice rougher now, laced with want.

she palms your thighs, spreading you open with a firm, steady grip, and you let her. no resistance, no hesitation.

you’re hers. completely.

aeri leans in, kissing a slow, lazy trail up your thigh again, but this time there’s no detour. no hesitation.

her mouth finds the soft, aching part of you and when her tongue slides out to lick one slow, devastating stripe up your cunt, you nearly sob her name.

"fuck—“ you gasp, hands flying to her hair, threading through the dark strands.

aeri moans low against you, the vibration making your hips jerk up into her mouth. and fuck, she sounds addicted already.

like she’s been dreaming of this, craving this, needing this.

her tongue moves in slow, deliberate strokes at first, savoring you, lapping at you like she’s got all the time in the world.

she teases your clit with just the tip of her tongue, circling it maddeningly slow, pulling the softest, most desperate sounds from you without even trying.

"aeri, please. need more—“ you pant, tugging at her hair.

she hums again, the sound dark and satisfied, and finally she gives you what you’re begging for.

her mouth seals around your clit, sucking hard enough to make your whole body jolt, pleasure shooting through you so sharp and sweet you see stars.

her fingers slide up, slipping between your folds, finding you soaked and desperate and she groans low in her throat like she can’t fucking believe how wet you are for her.

"god, you’re perfect.” she murmurs against you, before pushing a finger inside. slow, deep, knuckle by knuckle, making you arch and moan her name like a prayer.

she moves in perfect rhythm, fucking you slow and deep with her fingers while her mouth works your clit relentlessly. 

she builds you up like she knows your body better than you do. like she already knows every twitch, every shaky breath, every broken sound.

"you can take it, baby.” she whispers, sliding a second finger in, stretching you deliciously wide and making your hips buck helplessly.

"you’re doing so good for me."

the heat coiling low in your stomach tightens, tighter, your whole body trembling now.

"let’s go for me, pretty girl. want you to cum all over my mouth.” aeri coaxes, voice a low rasp.

it’s the way she says it. low and commanding, that finally pushes you over the edge.

your body shakes, pleasure crashing through you in thick, overwhelming waves.

you cry out, hips jerking and hands fisting in her hair, riding her mouth and fingers through it as your orgasm rips through you.

aeri doesn’t stop.

she licks you through it, slow and steady, letting you ride out every last second, drinking you in like she’s starving for you. when you finally collapse back against the bed, she pulls back just enough to look at you. her lips slick and her eyes are dark and shining with pure adoration.

she presses a soft kiss to your thigh, then another to your hip, working her way up your trembling body with slow, lingering kisses until she’s hovering over you, forehead resting against yours.

you’re still panting, still trembling, but she just smiles, brushing your hair back from your sweaty forehead.

"all good, baby?”

your body feels heavy, strung out, muscles trembling with the beginnings of soreness that you know is going to catch up to you later.

you try to blink the stars from your eyes, still panting, but even through the haze, you see the way aeri’s looking at you. so soft yet so hungry, like she wants you all over again.

you reach for her blindly, fingers curling in the neckline of her shirt, tugging weakly.

"your turn.” you mumble, voice hoarse but certain.

aeri blinks, startled, already shaking her head.

"baby, you’re tired. you should rest—"

"want you. please. let me.” you whisper. 

for a second, she just stares at you. like she’s torn between protecting you and letting you have what you’re begging for. then she exhales slowly, climbing onto the bed, hovering above you.

"okay. but slow. we go slow, yeah?” she says softly.

you nod, already reaching for her. aeri lets you push her down onto her back, amiling a little when you clumsily tug her shirt off.

you don’t stop there. you’re fumbling with the hooks of her bra and she allows you to, watching with a smile you don’t think ever left her face. 

like this was in her wildest dreams.

you can’t help but lean down, pressing soft, open mouthed kisses to her chest. you don’t rush. you can’t. your whole body feels heavy, aching in a way that demands you move carefully. and aeri’s so patient, hands cradling your hips, guiding you, grounding you when you start to tremble.

you trail your hand down her stomach, finding her already soaked and already aching for you.

she lets out the softest gasp when your fingers brush her, she’s so sensitive and so ready. it sends a rush of heat straight through you, pushing away the exhaustion just a little.

"just like this. take your time, gorgeous. ‘m not going anywhere.” aeri murmurs, one hand sliding into your hair.

you stroke her slowly and gently, thumb brushing over her clit in soft circles, careful not to overdo it.

she melts under you, hips rolling into your hand in lazy, desperate movements, mouth falling open on a shaky moan.

"need you to cum for me, aeri.” you breathe against her skin.

her body answers before her mouth can. she’s shuddering and gasping, thighs tensing around your hand.

you keep the rhythm slow and steady, pressing kisses to her chest, her neck, anywhere you can reach.

it doesn’t take long.

with a soft, broken cry, aeri cums for you, hands fisting in the sheets and whole body trembling with it, completely overwhelmed by the slow, aching pleasure you’re giving her.

you kiss her through it, humming soft praises against her skin. “so good. so beautiful. mine.”

when she finally relaxes, you collapse beside her with a soft whimper, your muscles giving out completely. aeri moves instantly, wrapping you up in her arms and pulling you close until your face is tucked against her chest.

"got you. you’re okay, baby. you did so good for me.” she whispers, threading her fingers through your hair and stroking slow, soothing lines down your back.

you can feel her heart beating against your cheek, steady and strong. she smells like something warm and safe that makes your whole body relax without thinking.

aeri kisses your forehead, your temple, your shoulder, anywhere she can reach without disturbing you too much. soft, light kisses that are more comforting than words.

you mumble something into her skin. you’re not even sure what. and she just shushes you gently, one hand massaging lazy circles into the small of your back.

"you’re amazing, you know that? so strong and so beautiful. i’m so proud of you.” she says, voice barely above a whisper. 

you blink at her, dazed and overwhelmed in a different way now. not with pleasure, but with love.

"love you.” you mumble without thinking. it spills out of you like a secret you can’t hold in anymore.

aeri’s hands still for half a second and then she’s smiling, so soft and  beautiful it makes your heart hurt.

"love you more.” she whispers, leaning in to kiss you. it’s slow, deep, and unhurried. like there’s nowhere else in the world she’d rather be.

"just sleep. i’m right here.” she whispers.

and you don’t even fight it. you let her touch lull you, breathing her in, feeling the soft weight of her love wrap around you like a blanket.

you fall asleep to the feeling of her arms around you, her lips brushing your hair, her hands never stopping their slow, soothing movements.

and there was no where else in the world you’d rather be either.

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