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villainessprefect · 2 years

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title: The Best Touch

summary: You're sick and run into the twins who have a brilliant idea to leave you with someone (who isn't the nurse).

ship: Azul x gn!reader

word count: 2,179

note: originally written when I was sick like 2 months ago and just kinda checking it and doing it now lol

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"Ugh."

You don't bother to hide your nasally groan as the bell rings. It sounds louder than normal, making your headache worse as it feels as if the bell just rang right in your face. You put a hand to your head, hoping that could help soothe the pain. It doesn't.

Despite being friends with troublemakers, you aren't one to ditch class. Prior to coming to this world, you'd always been one to have perfect attendance. Even on your worse days you would show up and force yourself to get through the day. That stubbornness of yours had its pros and cons and today you were feeling the latter. Especially after telling yourself that you managed to make it halfway through the day. If you can live through lunch and stay conscious during the next couple of classes you could go home to a well-deserved nap.

A soft paw comes at your shoulder. You blink, nearly forgetting where you are as you turn to see your other half.

"Hey, henchhuman, you're not looking so great." It's always strange to hear Grim sound worried. For a moment, you think you're imagining it. "You think you can handle the rest of the day? One of us has to pay attention in class, especially in that snoozefest called history."

Well, he tried, you guess. It's not easy for him to loosen up and show concern for too long.

"I'll be fine," you say in your best normal-sounding voice, which fails as it ends in a cough. "Just don't expect me to fight for food in the cafeteria today."

"I don't always need your help!" Grim huffs. Despite pouting, he doesn't hesitate to climb up your arm when offered to him. He perches himself on your shoulder and while you regret the extra weight you figure it might help keep you awake. You wouldn't want to fall with him on your shoulder since you'll never hear the end of it.

"...Maybe I'll grab ya a sandwich just this once."

You smile as you get to your feet. While you doubt that you have the stomach for it, you're grateful.

Being one of the last to leave means the halls are fairly empty. The crowd has already formed near the entrance of the cafeteria and it's not something you're looking forward to. At least, for now, you have room to stumble and sway without bumping into another student. Unnecessary fights and tumbling to the floor are being avoided today. Although the latter might come true with how sluggish you're feeling.

It's fine. Everything will be fine. All you have to do is grab a seat and eat something and then go on with the day. You can do this.

"Lil Shrimpy~!"

You jolt instantly from hearing that nickname. There's only one person who calls you that and while you don't mind him like most, today isn't a day you think you can handle Floyd. You hold your breath and turn to spot not just one eel, but two.

"Keep moving!" Grim hisses in your ear and you whine. The poor creature tries to hide behind you as the twins approach.

"Hey, why didn'tcha answer me calling out to ya earlier?" Floyd asks with a hum. When you don't answer promptly, he tilts his head, heterochromatic eyes boring into yours. "Man, you look worse than a flounder."

"Nothing. I'm fine." You sniffle.

"Y-Yeah! My henchhuman is perfectly fine!" Grim reiterates with all the courage he can muster. Which instantly disappears the moment Floyd's gaze turns to him instead.

"Are you certain?" Jade inquires. "As my dear brother said, you don't look as pristine as you could be, Prefect."

You can't tell if he's poking fun at you or not. He probably is, like always, but at least when you're healthy you can tell. Right now, you don't have the energy to keep up with either of them.

"Someone's lying~! Don'tcha know what happens to liars?" Floyd's voice echoes in your head.

You shut your eyes and try to breathe. A coughing fit feels like its about to burst from your mouth and you raise a hand to cover it. No matter how hard you try to hold it back, it escapes.

"H-Henchhuman?!" Grim shouts in a panic. You feel him clutch onto your shoulder. This is the worst you've sounded all day, so it's no surprise he's worried.

The headache that's been lingering feels worse. Hell, it feels as if the pounding is going to drag your head down to meet with the floor. So much for avoiding that today.

And is it just you or is it getting hotter in here? You've already taken off your jacket. Maybe you should head to the bathroom and splash some cool water on your face.

You try to turn but feel a wave of nausea. You forget that two underwater giants are watching you like prey. They see how you fumble, take a misstep, and slam against the wall. A giggle escapes from one and in this state, you can't tell who.

"Hey!" Grim cries as he falls along with you. While you slide down, he jumps off your shoulder and lands on his hind feet. Paws press against your arm, shaking you weakly. "Dammit! I should have ordered you to stay in bed! We could have totally ditched today."

"Oya? Is someone having trouble with their housemate?" Jade asks.

Grim jumps as the twins hover beside you both. He takes a step back, about to take another before he pauses. The cat hisses, fur standing on end.

"I dunno why you're still here, but they're my henchhuman!"

Floyd laughs, loudly. "The earless seal thinks he can mess with us?" His laugh comes to a sudden halt as he takes a step forward, stomping inches away from your fallen figure. With ease, he picks up the cat by the fur on the back of his neck. "Go ahead and try to hit me if you wana~" Floyd challenges with a sharp grin.

Grim raises his paws in defense. He wants to protect you, really, he does, but how can he? Without you, he can't handle both of them at once! You could distract one or both since they find you more interesting. But left alone with them, it's as if they've become the cats and he's the mouse.

"Now, now, you know fights shouldn't break out in the halls while no one is around," Jade chimes in. The way he says it makes it sound as if he's never done it before. "You should know, Grim, that we're worried about them too."

"Nyah?" Grim blinks, paws dropping. He glares at Jade. "Worried? You two? You probably just want to eat them!"

"Shrimpy does taste delicious!" Floyd chirps and licks his lips. Grim doesn't want to know what that means or if he's playing around or not, and now he really doesn't want to leave you alone with them.

"If you don't hurry, you won't get anything to eat for lunch." Jade takes a step forward and pulls the cat from his brother's grasp. Floyd pouts but lets the cat go free. "We'll make sure the Prefect gets the best care at the nurse's office."

"Ngh..." Grim looks between you and the eels. Your poor defenseless body disappears behind them, both wearing matching, untrustworthy grins. He shuts his eyes, hating that he can't do anything. In a fit of anger, he blows fire at them. It misses, unsurprisingly, but the cat is already on his feet and running to the cafeteria. He can get back up there.

Once the eels are alone, they glance at each other in sync.

"Eh? The nurse? Seriously? That's so boring." Floyd sighs. He moves and picks up your unconscious body with little effort, throwing you over his shoulder. Once he's comfortable with how you’re held, he begins to walk in the opposite direction. "I know a better place to take them~"

~...~

"Azul!" Floyd shouts as he kicks the door open. If it weren't for magical reinforcement, the door would have flown off its hinges.

Used to this action, Azul isn't surprised by the sudden intrusion, but he is still annoyed. He lifts his gaze from the pile of papers on his desk, about to snap at Floyd and demand a reason for his appearance until he sees you hanging over his shoulder.

"Why...do you have the Prefect?" He clears his throat, trying to conceal the hint of worry that seeps out.

"They're sick. So, thought you'd want them." Floyd shrugs nonchalantly, adjusting you as he does.

"What?! You should take them to the nurse's office!" Azul shakes his head as he gets to his feet. Sure, he wouldn't dare turn away a chance to spend time with you, but not when you're being carried like a sack of potatoes by Floyd while you're ill. It would be beneficial to him if he knew beforehand so he could make the proper arrangements to show up with the right cure and have you in debt to him. How can he do anything like that now?!

"Nah, don't wana." Without either consent, he flops you down onto the couch. He doesn't hide his knowing grin as he heads to the door. "Have fun with them!"

Azul catches his brother's figure in the hall and he can't pinpoint who planned this. Not that it mattered, both were going to be working an extra shift for this.

"I swear, those two..." He mumbles and bites down on his tongue when he remembers that he isn't alone.

He steps to the side of the couch, gaze cast upon you. It stings to see you...like this. Weak and fragile. In pain. Taking in a single breath is a toll on your very body as if you're breathing water instead of air. He can only imagine how much pain you're really in. You wouldn't dare to expose all of your pain, even in this state.

Azul frowns, eyes filled with worry. He's thankful that he has the privacy of the VIP room to allow such emotions to show. He can already hear your voice, telling him that he should relax more, no need to be so perfect all the time. But he has to be, for you. He wonders if you do the same. Putting up a front to be strong. Maybe you'd spill more while in a weakened state. It's a hard temptation to pass on.

He lowers himself to your level. Carefully, he takes off a glove and presses his hand against your forehead. He's not surprised by the heat radiating from you. Just how long have you been like this? And how did the twins manage to find you? He could take a simple guess. Your persistence to attend class despite everything is the answer. Or rather, your determination to fight all odds.

"My, my, the Prefect can take care of everyone but themselves," he murmurs, voice so soothing and gentle.

The sound of his voice is comforting, you yearn to hear more. As your eyes flutter open your vision is hazy. It looks almost dreamlike with only Azul being in focus.

"A...zul?" You breathe out. You're dreaming, you have to be. One second you were leaving class and the next the Octavinelle housewarden is in front of you. Definitely a dream. You give him a weak smile and take the hand that is still pressing against your forehead. You pull it down to your cheek, nuzzling into it and keeping it pressed against your skin.

"Cool..." His hand isn't cold, but against your feverish skin, it feels pleasant.

Meanwhile, Azul is frozen by your actions. He's grateful that you aren't fully conscious so you can't see him floundering for words nor the way his cheeks burn. He's almost afraid to say more and wake you once more.

"Prefect?"

You hum in response, but that's all you give him. You've fallen back asleep it seems. Azul lets out a breath he'd been holding. Then his gaze falls back to his hand nestled perfectly against your cheek. It's almost like a dream come true for him to hold you like this...but not while you sleep!

"I have work to do, you know," he says softly as if lightly scolding you. He won't get a response and he doesn't want one. Letting you sleep and recover is what he wants. Besides, you can't see how he has to hide his embarrassment when trapped like this. "And here you are eating up all my time. You're a lucky one. I don't just let anyone do this for free."

He wishes that he could at least prepare some tea or medicine for you to wake up to. Wouldn't that be amazing to wake up to? For now, he has to be content with watching you sleep. It seems that his hand had some healing effect as you’re sleeping easier now compared to earlier. Maybe he'll offer to do this for you again...at a price, of course.

#twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #gn reader #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto x you #octavinelle #grim #jade leech #floyd leech

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bloody-bee-tea · 9 months

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BeeTober 2023 Day 8 - Lost

Kaeya lays slumped over his desk, head buried in his arms, and he simply wills this day to be over. There is no reason for it to go on any longer than it already has, and there certainly isn’t any more reason to after Albedo smiled at him.

He gave him a real smile. Where the corners of his mouth actually moved. Kaeya has never seen that happen before; usually his face softens in a way that tells Kaeya he might smile, but then he never does.

Until today.

“Ugh,” Kaeya groans out into his own arms as he presses his head even further into them.

He can totally die happy now, he catches himself thinking and then groans even harder.

What is happening to him?

The door to his classroom slides open, causing Kaeya to still, because maybe, if he just pretends he isn’t here, no one will notice him.

That hope is futile, Kaeya realizes as soon as the person starts walking because that’s Albedo. And how fucked is Kaeya that he recognises him by his step alone?

“Fuck,” he whispers and tenses when he feels Albedo come to a stop at his desk.

“Kaeya, are you alright?” Albedo asks, poking his head and Kaeya plasters a smile on his face before he even lifts his head.

“I’m good, perfect even, why do you ask?”

“Because you were slumped over your desk like that? You’re not getting sick are you?” Albedo reaches out as if he wants to take Kaeya’s temperature and Kaeya shoots up so quickly his chair falls over.

“I’m not, perfectly alright, paragon of health, nothing to worry over, sorry, gotta dash, see you tomorrow, Bedo!” he rambles out and then flees the classroom before Albedo can get another word in.

He’ll have to explain himself tomorrow, he’s sure of that, but until then he probably has figure out what the fuck is wrong with him in the first place so Kaeya doesn’t give it too much thought until he makes it home.

It’s only when he’s face first in his pillow—questions from both his father and brother dodged like his life depends on it—that he replays the entire situation in his mind.

He had given Albedo a gift for his little sister Klee, because Albedo kept mentioning just how much Klee liked that one TV show and Kaeya just happened to come across a little figurine that he remembers Klee to like best so—anyone would have done the same, right?

Kaeya hadn’t given that any more thought than that—at least until he gave the tiny figurine to Albedo and he had looked so painfully surprised. That had gotten Kaeya to freeze with uncertainty—which never happened!—and then! And then he had smiled that real smile at him and something in Kaeya’s brain just short-circuited.

And Kaeya is not oblivious enough to fail to realize what that means.

“Fuck. I like him,” he mutters, and then promptly tries to suffocate himself with his pillow.

~*~*~

“You didn’t sleep well,” is how Albedo greets him the next morning and Kaeya gives him his best smile. He doesn’t even let him pretend.

“It happens. Did Klee like the figurine?”

“She loved it,” Albedo says, in that way of his that softens his features whenever he talks about his sister and Kaeya’s traitorous heart stutters in his chest.

“I’m glad,” he says, willing it to beat like it’s supposed to and then he tries to push every thought regarding Albedo and his feelings for him out of his mind.

They are friends. They are friends and nothing more and Albedo has his hands full with his sister and studies and club activities and certainly doesn’t think of Kaeya that way or has time for anything even resembling a relationship.

Kaeya is certain of that.

~*~*~

Albedo keeps touching him. Kaeya never realised this before but ever since his little revelation he just can’t stop noticing it.

He touches his arm in greeting, bumps against him when they walk, casually leans against him when they sit close to each other and there was one time he took Kaeya’s hand when Kaeya cut himself.

Kaeya thought he would die right on the spot when Albedo wouldn’t let go of him and instead dragged him off to the nurses office and even the nurse looked funny at him.

It’s just—Albedo is so free with his touches around him and Kaeya doesn’t know how to handle any of that.

He’s sure that Albedo doesn’t mean anything by it, so it’s unfair of Kaeya to read too much into it but he simply can’t stop himself.

If this goes on for much longer he’ll develop a heart issue and it will all be Albedo’s fault for being absolutely perfect.

~*~*~

“Help,” Kaeya says, letting himself into Jean’s room. He texted her beforehand so he trusts that she and Lisa are not up to stuff and he’s proven right when he sees them both expectantly waiting for him.

“Help with what, sweetie? Your message was awfully cryptic.”

Kaeya doesn’t think I’m dying and need advice is that cryptic but when even Jean nods he figures there must be something to what Lisa said.

“Swear to secrecy,” he says as he plops down on the ground, immediately reaching for the huge Gouba plush Jean keeps next to her bed and buries his head in it.

“We swear,” Jean and Lisa say at the same time after a short silence and Kaeya can just imagine the look they exchanged.

“I’m in love with Albedo,” he rushes out, thinking that it might be less worse if he just gets this over with but when he’s met with no reaction at all he picks himself out of the plush. “What? No reaction at all?”

Jean and Lisa exchange another look.

“Is that what you need help with?”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Sweetie, that’s kind of obvious,” Lisa carefully tells him. “So we were waiting for the real issue you need help with.”

“What do you mean kind of obvious?” Kaeya screeches out. “Obvious to whom?”

“Everyone?” Jean says with a wince. “I mean, everyone who cares to look or knows you?”

“Fuck me,” Kaeya breathes out. “Does Albedo know?” he then asks, his voice shaking with nerves.

It would be an answer, kind of, Kaeya thinks, if he knows about Kaeya’s feelings and hasn’t said anything about them.

“Probably not,” Lisa reassures him, or at least tries to. The ‘probably’ is not raising much hope. “He’s so preoccupied with all his school stuff and Klee, and he is kind of dense when it comes to feelings. It would surprise me if he knows.”

“Hey, what do you mean kind of dense?” Kaeya asks, affronted on Albedo’s behalf because Albedo is perfect.

“She just means that he’s not the best at picking up stuff like that. He still has a hard time figuring out that Sucrose absolutely looks up to him. He just thinks she’s nervous like that around everyone.”

“Oh,” Kaeya breathes out because that is right. It’s kind of a source of constant amusement to Kaeya because Sucrose is flailing so hard around Albedo because she wants to impress him with her work and he barely notices at all.

“So, I’d guess you’re safe in that regard,” Jean tells him and then shares yet again a look with Lisa.

Maybe Kaeya shouldn’t have come here today, after all. He hates it when these two gang up on him, but it’s not as if he has many other options. No one else from his friend group has successfully managed to get together with anyone, so it’s these two or no one.

“What do you actually need help with, though?” Lisa asks him, giving him a smile that makes a shudder run down Kaeya’s back.

“I guess I’m—lost,” he admits, and buries his face in the plushie again. “Do I tell him? Do I ignore it? What do I do?”

“What do you want to do?” Jean carefully asks and this is the question Kaeya is afraid of.

He wants to be together with Albedo of course. He wants to reach out for him, and hold his hand, and kiss him, spend all his time with him and see him whenever he likes, share everything with him. That’s not the part that’s scary, because Kaeya can see all of that perfectly.

The scary part is what comes before; where he confesses and possibly gets rejected and then also loses Albedo as his friend.

Kaeya is not sure he could stand that.

“I want him to stay by my side,” Kaeya mumbles and hears Lisa sigh. “Don’t be mean to me, I’m fragile.”

“You’re always fragile,” Lisa shoots back without regard for his ego and Kaeya l let’s out a pained groan. “Listen, sweetie,” she then says and she sounds serious enough that Kaeya takes his face out of the safety of Gouba again. “The fact that you’re here, asking us already means you know what you want to do because otherwise you would have just stayed quiet. You’re good at suffering by yourself when you think you have to, so clearly this is different.”

“You want to tell him,” Jean very helpfully adds and Kaeya doesn’t mention all the times he bit his tongue in the last week to stop himself from simply blurting it out.

“You’re not lost, sweetie, you’re scared.”

“So what?” Kaeya snaps and then immediately winces. “He’s my best friend. What do I do if—” he trails off, unable to even voice his fear of Albedo rejecting him.

“First of all, I don’t think he will reject you,” Jean says. “And second, even if that happened; do you think he would pull away from you? You’re basically his family, aren’t you?”

“What do you mean he won’t reject me?” Kaeya asks, completely frozen. “What do you mean, Jean?”

“Sweetie, he barely talks to anyone else at school. He never tells anyone about Klee. None of us have ever even seen her, yet you go on weekend trips with them. Plus I’ve never seen him touch anyone besides you. He always keeps a distance with everyone he talks to.”

“What? No, he always reaches out,” Kaeya argues, certain that Jean and Lisa must be mistaken but his breath is already coming faster in anticipation. “He does, right?”

“To you, yeah,” Jean agrees with a smile. “No one else though. So I’d say go for it.”

“You think?”

“Definitely,” Lisa nods.

It’s the most terrifying advice they could have given him, Kaeya thinks as he buries himself back in Gouba, but maybe they are right.

Maybe, just maybe, he is kind of special to Albedo too, and that must count for something, right?

~*~*~

Kaeya doesn’t know why it’s so important to him to come out to Crepus before he confesses to Albedo but it somehow is and that in some way makes all of this worse.

Worse enough that Crepus is waiting for him when he comes home from school two days later, clearly worried about something.

“Kaeya, do you have a moment?” he asks and Kaeya quickly checks if Diluc is home yet.

He’s not going to come out to both of them at once, there’s no way he can stomach that.

“Diluc’s not here yet. I thought—Kaeya, are you alright?”

“I am,” he says but even he can tell that it’s barely believable and he hates to see the was Crepus’ face falls. “Actually, I wanted to tell you something,” Kaeya quickly goes on and he feels bad to see the relief wash over Crepus.

He must have really worried him.

“Sure. What is it?”

“I—you know—there’s—” Kaeya stumbles over his words, not knowing how to come out with this at all and it doesn’t help when Crepus gives him a small smile.

“Don’t force yourself. It’s alright if you don’t want to say. As long as you’re okay, though. You’d tell me is something was seriously wrong, right?”

“I guess my teachers would call you about that, wouldn’t they?” Kaeya asks, stalling for time as he sorts through his words.

“I don’t mean school stuff, Kaeya,” Crepus softly says. “I mean if something is wrong here, at home.”

“No! No, dad, everything is fine!” Crepus visibly melts when Kaeya calls him that and Kaeya thinks he probably still doesn’t do it often enough. “It’s just, it’s a personal matter.”

“Something you want to share, though,” Crepus says and it’s not a question.

“it’s just hard,” Kaeya mutters and then steps forward until he can hide his face in Crepus’ shoulder.

He doesn’t ask for physical reassurance much, but Crepus doesn’t hesitate to hug him close. It makes it easier like this, not having to see his face.

“Don’t be mad, okay?” Kaeya still can’t help but to say because he has no clue how Crepus is going to react to this.

“As long as you’re not endangering yourself or others, I promise,” Crepus immediately gives back and Kaeya chuckles.

“Nothing that serious, dad. I just—there’s this boy I like,” he then rushes out and holds his breath for Crepus’ reaction.

“A boy, huh? What’s his name?”

“Albedo,” Kaeya says, tentatively relaxing because it doesn’t sound as if Crepus is mad.

“You confessed yet?”

Kaeya shakes his head. “Wanted to do this first,” he mutters and feels Crepus huff out a breath.

“A kiddo, you were worried, huh?”

“Very,” he admits and then pushes away from Crepus when he ruffles his head.

“Nothing to worry about, not in this household, Kaeya. As long as you’re happy it really doesn’t matter who you love. I don’t care, and you know Diluc won’t either, right?”

“I—well, he will tease me, though,” Kaeya breathes out, desperately trying not to cry and Crepus laughs.

“That he will do,” he agrees. “Now, come help me with dinner and tell me about Albedo. He’s the one with the little sister, right?”

“Klee, yeah,” Kaeya nods and follows him to the kitchen, almost shaking with relief.

He thinks if he managed this, telling Albedo might not be so bad after all.

~*~*~

Kaeya feels as if he’s going to die. He barely slept, he couldn’t eat and it feels as if his heart is going to jump out of his chest.

But he’s going to do it today, and no amount of revolting from his body is going to stop him.

He has to wait until break to tell Albedo though, and he barely retains anything that is being said in the classes before that.

“I took notes for you,” Lisa informs him as the gong for the break goes off and Kaeya manages a small smile for her before he is off, rushing over to Albedo’s classroom.

He catches Albedo right before he leaves for the school yard and he must make quite the sight because Albedo instantly seems worried.

“Kaeya, is everything alright?” Albedo asks and reaches out for Kaeya’s wrist, carefully putting his fingertips to his skin there. “You okay?”

Kaeya tries not to think too much when he moves his hand and catches Albedo’s fingers in his.

“Can we talk for a moment? Somewhere private?”

“Sure,” Albedo says with a frown but he doesn’t pull his hand away. “The lab should be empty right now.”

Kaeya nods and follows Albedo through the hallways, cursing every step they have to take because it feels way too far. They are still holding hands though and Kaeya clings to that more than he probably should.

He lets out a relieved breath when they finally make it to the lab and Albedo closes the door behind them.

“What’s going on? You’re not sick, are you, your face is all flushed,” Albedo says and reaches out to feel Kaeya’s forehead.

“I’m good, I’m fine, promise,” Kaeya rushes out and then takes a deep breath before he catches Albedo’s hand in his again, holding on tighter this time. “Albedo, listen, I have something to say, okay.”

“I’m listening.” There’s still a confused frown on Albedo’s face and Kaeya wants to kiss it away but he can only do that if Albedo reciprocates his feelings.

And to know that he has to say it first.

“Albedo, I like you. In the romantic way. I’m in love with you,” Kaeya rushes out and then snaps his mouth shut.

It feels good to finally have said it but now there’s this dread forming in his stomach because who knows what answer Albedo will give him.

Kaeya thinks he might have his answer when Albedo gives him that smile again, the one Kaeya has only ever seen once before and the dread is replaced with butterflies.

“I like you too, Kaeya,” Albedo tells him and then actually laughs out loud as he scratches the back of his head. “Thank you for being braver than I am. Klee was already getting mad at me because I hadn’t told you yet.”

“Really?” Kaeya asks and he feels weak with happiness.

“Really. You’re supposed to come for dinner now.”

“Ah, sorry petal, my dad called dibs. He said it’s unfair that Klee already knows me but he doesn’t know you.”

“Fair trade, I guess,” Albedo agrees and then steps closer, properly threading their fingers together.

Kaeya doesn’t know what’s too much right now, so he opts to press a kiss to Albedo’s brow before he pulls him into a hug. Albedo’s arm comes up around him almost immediately and he clings to him just as tightly as Kaeya does to him.

“I am really happy right now,” Kaeya breathes out with a chuckle and he feels Albedo nod.

“ I am, too.”

#bt writes #kaebedo #beetober23 #genshin impact #albedo #kaeya #modern setting #au #feelings realization #getting together #supportiv friends #coming out #crepus #best dad

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moonfurthetemmie · 4 months

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Part 7

June 20, 20XX

Mercury looks excited. He keeps his voice down as he speaks.

"Zuli's alive! I- Oh my god, he's alive, and he's not infected, and-"

Mercury breaks into a relieved laugh, tears falling down his face.

"Okay. Okay, I'm fine. I'll be fine. So. Zuli's trying to find some clothes right now; our only options right now are whatever I have, so it's not going to be great, but it's infinitely better than what he had. Which was almost nothing. He's a little sick, and he doesn't have much strength, but whatever shit he's got is twenty times more preferable to the nightmare outside. At least his thing, I can treat. And it won't turn him into some feral zombie thing."

Mercury shudders violently.

"Ugh. Anyways. 0 progress has been made on the cure, but, hey, keeping someone from dying in a nasty dank cell in the basement is still saving a life. …God, is it obvious that I’m starting to lose my mind?”

In the background, a humanoid blur appears. It comes closer. A short, sickly-looking pale human with black hair, looking rather nauseous.

“Um…Mercury? Who are you talking to?”

Mercury turns around quickly.

“Oh. Hi, Zuli. Come on over.”

Zuli nervously comes forward to stand next to Mercury. He’s wearing a long-sleeved shirt that is too big for him. Mercury moves over slightly.

“I’ve been making a record of everything that’s happened. I think there’s half a dozen so far? I haven’t been recording one every single day. Mostly because I forget.”

Zuli eyes the camera nervously. His eyes are sunken. He looks like he hasn’t eaten well in a while.

“Are you going to send these to someone, or are you just hoping someone will find them eventually?” “I’m going to try to find somewhere to send them. If I can, I want to try to send them to the resistance. They probably have the most far-reaching influence and can warn people quickly.”

Zuli furrows his brow. “I’m pretty sure they don’t deal with contagious diseases.”

Mercury shrugs helplessly. “They deal with us, though. As far as I know, there’s not a multiverse-wide version of the World Health Organization, but maybe I’ll find them when I’m looking for the resistance. If not, the resistance can send it to them.”

Zuli rubs his arms. “...How long has this been going on, again?” Mercury blinks. He’s silent for a long moment before he frowns and says, “About two weeks, I think…? I started these on the seventh, and Koroit was showing symptoms before shit really hit the fan…”

“All of this in two weeks?” Zuli sounds horrified. “Oh my god…”

He stares off in silence. After a moment, Mercury reaches for the camera.

“Why don’t you let me look at that cough you have?”

The video ends.

#Untitled.MP4 #JMV Mercury #JMV Zuli #boye is HERE #Happy valentine's day btw. have some horror #this is definitely not going to start shipping #Moonfur Writing

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Six of Crows Reread 🪶

Chapter 17: Jesper

Okay so maybe Jesper’s restlessness was mostly just his ADHD, but I know he was worried about Inej too!!

Only Jesper would wish to be attacked by pirates

I am weirdly excited to see Kit Young moping around the boat just being absolutely annoying and doing the most random things in the background

Imagine he tries to get Kaz to teach him a ✨magic trick ✨

“I’m not a criminal,” Wylan protested. Kaz had cast him an almost pitying look. “No, you’re a flautist who fell in with bad company.”

That quote just makes me laugh

I think we forget that Jesper and Wylan really didn’t get along at first. They definitely find the other annoying in the beginning

“We don’t need a sharpshooter for Kaz’s plan, so what’s your job – other than stalking around making everyone antsy?”

Then Wylan proceeds to cast doubt that Kaz actually trusts Jesper which hurts now because… well I know that Kaz already knows that it was Jesper’s fault they got attacked on the way to the boat

So yeah. Kaz doesn’t trust Jesper

Jesper looks down on Wylan too at first. Sees him as a stuck up rich boy who just must’ve gotten bored and ran away from daddy

And he only ever calls him “merchling” at first and it’s not meant to be endearing

Things will change soon enough though. Jesper just isn’t over Kaz yet—

Ah see? Jesper says that this possibly being the end for Inej had shaken him. I knew he was worried about her

I love Nina and Inej’s friendship

Though have I stated how much I love Inej and Jesper’s friendship already?

Inej is probably the best friend any person could ever have

Lmao poor Jesper isn’t allowed to come to their girls only waffle outing

They like to make fun of Jesper for being a poor gambler, but that doesn’t mean he’s not observant or smart. He picked up on the fact that sickness really truly bothers Kaz after all

I hate Van Eck and his letters that are just a slap in the face to Wylan

“If you’re reading this...” and “I pray that you read these words…” Ugh. He’s horrible.

I never know how to feel about the fact that Kaz might have actually set it up for Jesper to get jumped so he’d feel indebted to him since he saved him…

It feels too similar to what happened to him and Jordie…

So I choose to believe he didn’t. This was just actually a coincidence. I hope..

“Kaz is … I don’t know, he’s like nobody else I’ve ever known. He surprises me.”

“Yes. Like a hive of bees in your dresser drawer.”

Inej and Jesper talking about (and crushing on) Kaz is my favorite

“…I’m the one who can never walk away from a bad hand.”

She looped her arm in his. “That makes you a rotten gambler, Jesper. But an excellent friend.”

I’ve always really liked this exchange. It’s a sweet moment between Jesper and Inej, but it also shows how they both care about Kaz even if they don’t completely understand why. Especially since they compare him to finding bees in your dresser and that you’re likely to get stung instead of receive any honey.

I also just like that Inej reminds Jesper that he’s a good friend even with his faults.

And at least they both know they’re too good for Kaz. He’s gotta put in the effort too!

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"i know it's your favorite" with joeleksi? 🥺🖤

Oh hi Giulia! This one wound up only being 684 words, but I hope you’ll like it anyway! 🖤

Joel’s head hurt as soon as he woke up. He opened his blue eyes, and the sunlight shining through his window, only made the shooting pain worse.

The clock told him it was nine in the morning…he’d gotten home from the bar at 3, so that meant he’d gotten about six hours of sleep.

That’s more than usual, honestly, he thought to himself, as he sat up in his bed.

A wave of nausea swept over him, and he grabbed the trash can from his bedside, thinking for a moment that he was going to be sick.

Thankfully, the wave passed.

Ugh, he thought miserably, as he stood up to close the curtains, why did I drink so much last night?

He’d gone out for drinks with Joonas and Aleksi, at one of their favorite bars in Helsinki. A couple fans had come over and said hi, but for the most part, they’d been able to enjoy themselves peacefully.

A sudden, loud chirp from his phone, made his head ache even more. He saw that he had a text message from Aleksi:

Hey. Did you get home okay last night?

Yeah, I did, Joel replied, quickly switching his phone to silent mode.

How are you feeling? Aleksi asked.

That damn menace probably knew exactly how Joel was feeling! He was the one who kept urging Joel to stay a little longer, to not go home yet….Joel could never resist those big blue puppy-dog eyes, so he’d stayed, and ordered more and more drinks.

I’m hungover af, Joel texted back. He was probably getting too old for this shit.

Aleksi was only twenty-five, so his body could bounce back from a night out easily. But, Joel was going to be thirty this year, and right now, he felt every bit of his age.

On my way, Aleksi replied.

Huh? Joel stared down at the message, not comprehending. Why is he coming over here? To make fun of me?

He shuffled over to his closet, and threw on a NIN T-shirt, not wanting to answer his door shirtless. He knew he should probably shave, as well, but he simply didn’t have the mental bandwidth for that at the moment. Instead, he laid down in his bed again, and hoped that the room would stop spinning.

Twenty minutes later, he heard a knock at his door. He grumbled as he got up to answer it.

“Here you go,” Aleksi greeted him, smiling. Joel realized after a moment that he was holding something out to him - a McDonalds cup.

“I got you a McCafe caramel latte,” Aleksi explained. “I know it’s your favorite.”

“Oh my god, thank you,” Joel grunted, practically snatching the cup out of his hands. He sipped noisily from the straw, feeling a little better as soon as the caffeine hit his tongue.

“Don’t worry, I asked for oat milk instead of regular,” Aleksi assured him. “I know you’re trying to cut back on dairy.”

“You’re amazing,” Joel said appreciatively. Half of the drink had already disappeared down his throat.

“I got you a breakfast sandwich, too,” Aleksi said softly (was he trying to keep his volume down, to avoid making Joel’s headache worse?). “Figured something greasy would make you feel better.”

“You’re the best friend a man could ask for,” Joel sighed.

“Oh, I wasn’t doing it because I want to be just friends,” Aleksi smirked.

“…Huh?” Joel blinked. His brain circuits still weren’t working as quickly as they should.

“Don’t you remember what you said last night?” Aleksi asked.

“…No?” Joel blinked, confused. Last night was a total blur to him.

“You told me you had feelings for me.”

Joel choked on what was left of his coffee.

“Wh…What?” he spluttered. He’d felt that way about Aleksi for a long time, but he’d never meant to say so. Certainly he would only be rejected…right?

Aleksi reached up, and grabbed him by the shirt collar, pulling him down to his level.

“Why don’t you invite me in?” Aleksi whispered into his ear. “And I’ll show you exactly what my feelings towards you are.”

#blind channel rpf #joel hokka x aleksi kaunisvesi

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sicparvismorrigan · 2 years

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When Your Line Is Crossed - Chapter 6

Your new neighbour is pretty fit, and the walls are pretty thin…

Sam Drake/Uncharted/Post-U4

Viewpoint: 2nd person female reader

Warnings: very nsfw (this chapter not thaaat naughty)

Wordcount: ~10.5k (6 Chapters) [incomplete]

Tagging: @bluewingedangel @killergoddessmm @marshmallow--3 @mrob-dream if you want added or removed let me know!

Heavily inspired by the song I Get Off by Halestorm

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Chapter 5 | Chapter 7

*BANG BANG BANG*

Rhythmic thumping pulls you abruptly from your dreams. You grumble and try to drag the pillow over your head to block it out. You wouldn’t be surprised if it was Sam next door, going at it yet again.

A wave of embarrassment drowns you as you remember exactly what happened last night. The noises you made. The noises you both made. You moaned his name. When he was with someone else. That’s a line you just don’t cross.

Reaching for your phone, you notice with some relief you’ve slept in later than usual. You wouldn’t dare go out on the balcony this morning, should you bump into You-Know-Who. Maybe you can browse for a new apartment later, give notice, pack your things, leave the country, who knows?

*BANG BANG BANG*

The second time it happens you realise the noise isn’t a headboard slamming into the drywall next to you, instead it’s coming from the outside door of your apartment.

Must be the landlord. He has a habit of turning up whenever he feels like without any warning. Gas check this. Water check that. You secretly think it’s weird, a little creepy even, but you don’t want to give him any reason to bump your rent, so you smile sweetly and put up with it.

You throw on a baggy hoodie to cover yourself, in your sleep-addled state not thinking to check if it definitely is the landlord first before opening up.

“Hi, ye-“

“Morning, neighbour!” Sam greets you cheerily, grinning from ear to ear.

Instantly, you are wide awake.

“Nope!” You try to slam the door in his face, but he’s too quick for you. With barely an inch left before it shuts he blocks the opening with his boot and leans his full weight against it. You struggle briefly before realising the cheap-ass door will probably give out before he does. The man is solid.

“Aw c’mon, try harder, baby!” Sam’s laughing at your efforts. It’s all just a game to him.

I will not cave. I will not cave. Sweet talk will not work this time.

Shit why is he calling me baby now?

“What do you want?” You yell at him.

“Can I have some sugar?”

You don’t believe what you just heard. The nerve of him. Something snaps. You stop pushing back, swinging the door open wide and glaring at him. “Very funny. Is that some kind of a sick joke?”

You are so not in the mood for his sense of humour right now.

Sam turns serious in the blink of an eye when he realises you aren’t taking it well. “No, sweetheart. I genuinely need some sugar. I’m all out.”

“Hmmm...” You’re watching him suspiciously, waiting for his ‘ha, gotcha!’ that never comes.

Hard to Handle by Otis Redding is faintly drifting down the hallway towards the pair of you.

…but I can love you better than him…

“Swear it. Cross my heart.” In a way, his sincerity is worse than his humour.

“Why, because you used it all last night?” That comes out a little sharp, double meaning dripping heavily from your words.

He shouldn’t be calling you sweetheart anyway, you are clearly not his sweetheart.

“No, because this morning I made enough coffee for you too, y’know…it was kinda nice, yesterday, talking, out there, with the sunrise-“ His voice is quiet and low.

Goddammit.

“-I thought, I hoped you’d show, and then you didn’t, so I got worried.”

“You were worried about me? You barely know me.”

“Alright, alright. I guess, concerned, is maybe a better word.” Sam stops to lean against the frame. “And as for barely knowing you, I’d like to change that, if it wasn’t already obvious.”

“Ugh.” You scoff before you can stop yourself. “You know way too much already.”

“Seriously? Are you okay?” He cocks his head and looks hard at you, while you avert your eyes down to an interesting scuff on the ground. “Oh…I get it. Is this about last night? Look, we’re both adults. It’s no big deal.”

Really? That’s it? No big deal. It’s that easy for him?

Sam continues. “If it helps, you sounded adorable.”

Oh jeez.

You make a show of rubbing your sleepy face to cover your embarrassment. “Yeah, that really doesn’t help.”

He shrugs. “Eh, then I got nothin’. Except coffee, so…ya want some?”

“Ummm…” You swither, apparently a few microseconds too long for Sam’s patience.

“Look, honestly, I’m kinda getting mixed signals here. If you’re dead set on avoiding me, why’d you open the door?”

“Oh, uh-“ Your turn to shrug. “I thought you might be my landlord, sometimes he just shows up, and…yeah-“

“Woah, woah, woah.” Sam holds up a hand to stop you. “He just comes in here without calling ya first?”

He looks less than pleased when you nod mutely. Then, like flicking a switch, his expression darkens. He seems really pissed off, and you can see a different side of him. One you would never dare do wrong in a million years. It makes you tighten your grip on the doorknob. It makes you want to run. When he speaks his voice is cold, friendly Sam long gone.

“Next time he pulls that shit, you call me first before you answer him, okay? That ain’t right, you in here by yourself…”

Once you mm-hm your agreement, Dangerous Sam vanishes in a flash and your smirking neighbour is back again. You aren’t quite sure what to make of the behavioural one-eighty, but he’s probably right. Confirming what you’ve always felt but been too nervous to do anything about.

Fuck, him being so protective of you does make your heart flutter a little.

Maybe it is no big deal, your little outburst in bed. Despite everything that’s happened between you already, he is definitely the least troublesome neighbour you’ve ever known.

And the best-looking.

God, he smells amazing.

Sure it was embarrassing, for both of you, but he clearly doesn’t care, maybe you shouldn’t either. Shit happens.

“Anyway, I’ll make coffee…again. If you feel like joining me, I’d be honoured.” He turns to leave.

“Sam?” You call after him.

“Yeah, angel?”

“Don’t you need that sugar first?”

“Shoot, yeah…” For a second his self-assured air slips away and he loses his cool just a fraction. “Uh…Ya got some?”

“Maybe.” It’s your turn to lean casually against the door. No big deal you say, Sam?

He just blinks at you when you show no signs of moving. “Can you…go get it?”

“If you say please.”

“Huh?” Exactly the same tone as last night, when he heard you moaning through the wall, which makes your nerves wobble (after all, what the Hell are you doing?) but your mouth curves into a smile and you keep going.

“Say please.”

“Ah, shit…Please.” The word is clearly an effort. “I’ll pay you back, one way or another.”

“No rush.” You somehow sound breezy despite your racing pulse. Is this still flirting? Or is it foreplay?

“I will, I’m a man of my word.” He leans in close and everything outside of the two of you dissolves away. “I told you. Knock on my door and ask. Anything you need. Anything.”

You remember every detail of the earlier conversation you had when Sam offered to ‘help you out’ with your needs.

“We’ll see. And I told you Sam, if anyone was knocking and asking for stuff, it was going to be you!”

Damn, that little win felt good.

“Jeez-“ He remembers too. Sam turns away out into the hall and runs a hand through his hair before coming back to you. “That’s good, that’s cute. You’re sharp. C’mon, quit messing around. Cough up the sweet stuff.”

“Fine, wait here.”

Sam’s desperate to be in control again, he just can’t leave it alone. “You could invite me in, just give me the whole cup of coffee while you’re at it? I made one for you already. Return the favour.”

“Nice try, but I never got that cup, so it doesn’t count.” You catch him trying to peer around the door to find out what the inside of your apartment looks like. “Hey! Stop being so nosey!”

“Can’t help it.” He mutters. “What’s got into you, why you Miss Feisty this morning?”

“I’m a little mad.” You fess up as you hand him a bowl of sugar, your fingers briefly touching as he takes it. Electricity.

“Mad? At me? For what? For getting laid?” His smirk is just unbearable. “Aw, are you jealous, sweetheart?”

“Hell, no!” Your answer is too quick, over-the-top nonchalant. It’s so obvious you care.

“Oh my God, you are. You are jealous.” Sam shakes his head in wonder, seeing right through you. “Well, shit. How rude of me.”

“Isn’t she bothered you’re over here paying attention to me instead?” You slyly enquire, not sure what you should be hoping for as an answer.

“Nah, she’s long gone.” Sam looks slightly regretful. “I don’t think I’ll be seeing her again.”

You should not be so over-the-moon at his confession. You try not to let your face show it, and catch your grin just in time.

And then you realise why the woman isn’t coming back. She must have heard you too. She saw Sam’s reaction first hand. It was your fault. You ruined it for her. For both of them.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you ain’t. But it’s okay. Guess she didn’t take it the way I did.”

What, as a compliment?

Before you can figure out what to say next, Sam throws you another curveball.

“Listen, how about I make you dinner tonight?”

Your stomach feels like it’s just abandoned ship and your heart isn’t far behind, suddenly blood is rushing in your ears.

“Oh-“

“What, you already got plans?“

“No, it’s just…surprising.” The thought of you and him alone for at least a few hours makes your knees weak. Is it possible he actually cares for you? This isn’t just an elaborate ruse to get you into bed? Sam cooks?!

“Oh, I’m full of surprises.” He drops his voice low and lets his gaze linger on your mouth. “You’ll see. How about it?”

You shouldn’t. He was with someone else just last night. This feels like definite trouble.

But you want to. In spite of everything, you so badly want to.

“Yes. I’ll have dinner with you.” Oh my God. It’s happening.

“There’s a catch, though.”

“Which is?” You only just manage to croak out.

“Dinner at your place. I’m still fixing mine up. Sawdust everywhere. And I do mean ev-er-y-where-“

“That’s fine.” You cut him off before he goes into more detail about what exactly he means by everywhere. But Christ, you’ve got some cleaning to do.“That’s…more than fine.”

“Alright then. We got a deal. See you later, sweetheart.”

As you shut the door, you know deep down you’re still somewhat mad with him. But you’re also biting your lip in anticipation, because fuck you’re really looking forward to it. That damn smooth talking sure did the trick.

You’ve got a date with Sam.

Tonight.

***

Thanks for reading!

Still trucking away on this I’ve not forgotten 😁

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Cards - The Rose and the Lost Child 1

The Weekend

Tatsumi: We are at the entrance of the flower garden. If you go ahead, there will be a plaza, along with playground equipment for children to play.

The greenhouse is on the left hand side, and if you face the right, you will see the exhibition area. At the back of the garden, there is a wooden deck and a pond. The rose garden, which is the one you are looking for, is—

Aira・Mayoi: ……

Tatsumi: Are you listening? Are you okay, Aira-san, Mayoi-san?

Aira: Ahhugh, I’m listening, sure. Thanks for giving us the tour, Tattsun-senpai.

But I’m still a little…dizzy. You might wanna let me chill just a bit more.

Mayoi: Hayiah, car… Afuah, scary.

Aira: Hey, Mayoi-san, you sound kinda like a broken car stereo.

I tried looking for trains and buses, but a car was the fastest way to get here so…

Well, I personally like it when Tattsun-senpai isn’t taking the wheel.

Tatsumi: Hm… Maybe to get more people to like me behind the wheel, I should practice driving more.

Aira: Taking that positively is just wrong…

Ugh, I might just have to get Mayo-senpai to hurry up and get his license already. Mayo-senpai, you’re my only hope.

Mayoi: Ahh…. I’m now receiving Aira-san’s hopeful and tear-ridden gaze…?

Ufufu, fufu ♪ I feel better already ♪

Tatsumi: That’s excellent. You two seem to be looking much better, have you settled down?

Mayoi: Yes, a bit… Thank you for driving us here, Tatsumi-san.

—Well, then. Aside from myself and Aira-san, I’m worried about…

Hiiro: ……

Aira: He~ey, Hiro-kun? Come come you haven’t added anything to the conversation for a while?

The only person who could even remotely enjoy Tatsun-senpai’s driving is Hiro-kun, and even he was awfully quiet during the drive…

Hiiro: I was just looking at the scenery outside. It’s the first time I’ve been here, and the first time I’ve taken that road.

Tatsumi: Do you have a stomachache? Do you have any idea if you ate something bad or not?

Hiiro: Yes, don't worry. I'm in perfect health.

Mayoi: Well, let’s see. Have you ever had carsickness, like Aira-san and I…?

Hiiro: I don’t think so. I'm not wobbly or dizzy, or anything.

Aira: Well, then why’re you so quiet? If there’s anyone who lets their eyes get all sparkly, it’s Hiro-kun.

Hiiro: The reason I haven’t said too much is probably…because I’m lost in thought.

Mayoi: Lost in thought, are you?

Hiiro: I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, and I have yet to find an answer.

Aira: Why’s that? You seem to be able to make a quick decision on anything, Hiro-kun.

Tatsumi: While I’m not sure what exactly you have been thinking about—

If you have concerns, let us think about it together. Why don’t you confide in us a bit?

Hiiro: Thank you, Tatsumi-senpai.

But, it’s just something that I have to think about myself. Otherwise there’s no point in me bothering someone to ask…I think.

Aira: That’s not clear at all…!

Mayoi: Well, well. Everyone has a secret or two that they can't tell anyone…

I suppose there’s also always problems that one must either keep secret or face head-on alone.

Hiiro: Sorry if I’ve made you all worried. As I said before, I am not sick, so I want you all to rest easy!

Now that we’re all able to come to the flower garden, let’s enjoy it to its fullest…♪

Aira: Aha. Yeah, yeah, that’s good.

If you spend some time looking at the scenery and all the pretty flowers, you can relax and make some progress with what you’re thinking about, right?

Tatsumi: We originally came to this place to relax, anyway. I hope it will be a nice change of pace.

Where would you like to head first? It’s no problem if you’d like to think while we look around at the nearby flower beds.

Aira: Well I want to take a photo in front of that hedge over there! I just saw how pretty the flowers on it were blooming.

Tattsun-senpai, do you know what kind of flowers these are?

Tatsumi: Fufu, if you walk without looking where you’re going, you’ll trip. That flower there is certainly—

Hiiro: ……

Mayoi: Um, are you sure you’re okay?

Hiiro: Uh, yeah. I’m fine.

Mayoi: Um, well, I’m not doubting your health but…

Hiiro: …Hm, I just can’t do it. I’ve decided to change my mind and enjoy myself, but I’ve made you all worry about me.

Mayoi: Well, why don't we walk around the park first? Perhaps if you come into contact with some flowers or greenery, the desire to enjoy nature might take over.

Maybe it would be good to try and take some photos with flowers, like Aira-san.

Hiiro: Photos, huh… I see, let’s take some together, Mayoi-senpai ♪

Mayoi: Eh? I just wanted Hiiro and the flowers to be in the shot, not—

Hiiro: Hmmm. To take a “Selfie,” you first have to access the phone’s front-camera, or whatever it’s called, right?

…How do I switch to the front camera again?

Mayoi: Tap this button in the corner of the screen. When you do so, you will see…Your face will now be displayed ♪

Hiiro: You’re right, I can now take a photo with you, huh. Could you get a little closer to me?

Mayoi: L-Like this…?

Hiiro: Yes, that’s right. The flowers in the background are perfect, and I’m sure that this will achieve what Aira calls “a banger” pic.

Mayoi: (Now that we’re having an everyday conversation, things can return to normal…?)

(With this rhythm, I hope I can clear away Hiiro-san’s gloom.)

Hiiro: …Alright, I got a good shot ♪

However, when I look around again, I really see all kinds of flowers in bloom. It seems as if the flower fields go on forever.

Which way is the rose garden that Aira said he wanted to see?

Mayoi: It’s in a different direction than the way Aira-san and Tatsumi-san walked, though…

We have a full day of time, so shall we enjoy the other flowers while we make our way to the rose garden?

Hiiro: Yes, let’s do that. I wonder if my favorite flower is somewhere in the park.

Mayoi: Oh, so you have a favorite flower, Hiiro-san?

Hiiro: Yeah. I’m not really knowledgeable about flowers, though. In my hometown, there's a flower that blooms on the slopes of the mountains in the fall and—

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cyberxilophone · 9 months

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While exploring the Sky Islands, the Rito pair think about their time together in Rito village, the stresses of adulthood, and their bond with each other as they search for a mysterious temple. That unspoken tension comes to its breaking point when they find something else beyond a landmark and things grow out of control… literally.

Even up so high in the sky archipelagos, Teba could still feel the arid air from the Gerudo region brushing up past his face. Maybe Rito weren’t fit for exploring outside of Tabantha, but he was stubborn before being defeatist. With Tulin and his best men guarding the village, no Yiga clansman could ever hope of breaking in. It wasn’t hard—it was tedious and boring.

He had to turn around every few minutes to check if Kass was still following behind him. Good thing he did, because the bard had gotten enraptured by the sight of yet another Zonai Device. Even with his hulking frame, he was clearly lacking in any kind of warrior sense. Teba was almost tempted to shoot near his feet to startle him for his carelessness, but he simply bit his tongue and stopped in his tracks. “Kass, can you please hurry up?”

“I’m sorry, but Amali and the kids said they were curious about those devices that fell everywhere. It won’t take more than a second!” Purah Pad in hand—a mass-produced model under Zelda’s approval—Kass snapped a photo of the giant fan. “Truly interesting things, aren’t they? To think that the wind Rito use can be made by simple centrifugal force…”

“Interesting indeed…” Teba sarcastically muttered. “Now hurry up. We have to make sure that we document our findings.”

After a well-deserved rest, Zelda didn’t waste any time. Now the sage of time, she was more determined than ever to chronicle the history of every nook and cranny of Hyrule. She wanted nothing more than to do the exploring on her own, but with reparations for the entire kingdom on her plate, she had to settle for sending out ambassadors and research teams to seek out all shrines, temples, and relics Hyrule could offer.

“Oh, no need to be so methodical about the entire affair, my friend. We’re uncovering ancient art here!” Kass cheered, accordion in hand as his fingers ached to play the instrument. “I know that you’re the elder, but have you lost all whimsy in your life?”

“We’re uncovering it because it needs to be uncovered. The Zonai, the Shiekah, and whoever else lived in Hyrule before us were a bunch of cryptic pranksters. I mean,”—Teba reached for his bow and shot at the Zonai Sentry in the distance before it could activate, making it crumble into pieces just as it started up.—”my ancestors just wrote down information like rational people. None of this riddle nonsense.”

Kass stared at the sentry explode into pieces—aquamarine shards flying through the air with green smoke protruding from the spot the robot perished. “My, you need to work on your anger problems.”

“I don’t have anger problems.” Teba shot another one, sending it careening down to the surface of Hyrule. “I’m just blunt.”

“The ones that have the most problems are the ones that deny it the most. That’s a proverb from—”

“Your teacher, yeah,” Teba grumbled. “I just wanna get done with this so I can return home and be with Saki. She’s probably worried sick…”

“Oh, you know Saki’s a strong woman. She’s probably over the moon that you’re taking some time off from being the elder. If your plumage wasn’t white, I would’ve already assumed that you’ve begun graying!”

Teba started to walk faster in an attempt to avoid a confrontation. Kass’ laugh was usually infectious, but during work, the sound of careless joviality was like hearing nails scrape against a chalkboard.

Why did it have to be him? He’s so… Ugh…

Kass was a carefree man—perhaps too carefree. Most of the men in the village called him insane for leaving out of the blue on a music-seeking trip—Teba included. Amali was the only one that seemed to support his decision, but sometimes, even she wished for him to come back and help take care of the kids.

However, what he lacked in focus and responsibility he made up with sheer knowledge. The man was a walking encyclopedia of Hyrule’s history when it came to the arts. After The Calamity was dealt with, he had risen from a nameless bard to the head of Hyrule’s art and culture program. Zonai—Shiekah—Gerudo; he could decipher it all and do so twice as fast as Zelda’s head researchers.

Teba would love it if the story ended there, but someone that loved to explore as much as Kass was obviously going to wander into wild territory with the excitement of a dimwitted hatchling, and it frustrated Teba to no end. It wasn’t that he was stupid—he could forgive that at least—but Kass knew the risks, and simply valued the concept of adventuring far more than his own life.

Turning his head back again—half out of habit and half out of genuine concern—he saw Kass leaning down every few steps to stuff some sundellions into his backpack.

Ignore him. As long as he arrives safely, you won’t need to worry about anything else.

///

A lack of sleep was something that Teba was accustomed to. Even before being chief, he would always sleep with an eye open. Every part of him was attuned to be on the lookout for something as small as the rustling of leaves. Being on the lookout for moblins or aeurocudas was just part of the job, especially when his neighbor was one of the few Rito men that never sought the way of a warrior.

“Ah, what a refreshing bath!” Kass hopped out of the pond, feathers ruffled up as he dried himself.

Teba swallowed harshly, still refusing to turn around and engage with Kass. When they first traveled to this island, he choked when Kass started to undress around the body of water. Why did he even react so strongly? He had gone on long monster-hunting excursions with Harth many times—bathing in nearby waterfalls to get the bokoblin blood off them. He wasn’t an overly hormonal teen Rito, so why?

“Are you sure that you don’t want to dip in? The water up in here is so soothing…”

“No. Too cold for me.”

“Too cold for a Rito?” Kass asked teasingly. “Color me surprised.”

The sound of the belts and buckles of Kass’ kilt was the sign that Teba could finally turn around and watch. Still, he felt a lump in his throat as he saw Kass without his leather armor—his feathered, naked chest visible and shamelessly displayed.

Even now, he had trouble understanding someone as combat-aversed as the bard could manage to have such a strong build. He certainly wouldn’t be able to match him in flight, Kass’ muscly frame could probably break him in half. His arms were stocky and thick, sporting definition around his body that helped him haul most of their travel equipment without trouble.

Teba even remembered hearing about Amali needing to call a tailor to get Kass’ measurements taken since the standard armor for all the Rito no longer fit his burly physique. It was as hilarious as it was jealousy-inducing. He could picture himself during that day—staring off at Kass’ home as he twirled around shirtless as Amali and the tailor stretched the measuring tape around him.

What is up with me?

“And whatever has you so grumpy? We’re just an island away from arriving at the destination the stone tablet spoke of.”

“Hm?”

Kass jumped off the rock formation near Teba and slid right next to him with a travel mat of his own. “Wanna know something funny, friend?”

With an exasperated sigh, Teba looked at Kass. “What?”

“You remind me of my teacher. He was very grumpy like you, but kind and handsome as well.”

Kass’ beak curved as Teba felt his cheeks turn red. The bard’s honeyed words lingered in his mind—spoken so kindly that it was as if they were being serenaded to him. Teba’s chest tightened, but he didn’t clench it out of fear of Kass noticing his sudden reaction.

What… What are you DOING to me?!

“You don’t need to act so stern. He had to step down from his station due to stress.” Kass solemnly glanced at his accordion for just a moment. It was short—less than a second—but his beak trembled as he recalled the memory. “And well, it’d be a shame if you were to end up like Kaneli so soon. I quite enjoy seeing you fly.”

“You can see me? All the way to the flight range?”

“Someone who travels so much has an eye for detail,” Kass explained. “I sometimes station myself on Revali’s Landing, and I can see you from there.”

“Ugh, how embarrassing…”

“Oh, your flight prowess is nothing to be ashamed of.” Kass seemed to return to his normal, composed self, but as soon as it went away, another wry smile painted itself across his beak. “And by the way, you should either tie your kilt better or invest in some undergarments. Just because you’re all alone in that range doesn’t mean that you’re exempt from decency.”

“I—“

Teba fell into silence. His heart pounded with the ferocity of a hammer smashing against his ribcage. He opened his beak, but no words came out. The only sound was the roaring winds of the sky islands and the crickets chirping around them. Their gazes met, and the pounding grew stronger and stronger. Teba felt like his heart was going to explode into a gory mess from how intense the beating was. It echoed through his ears, drowning out his own thoughts.

That was until Kass broke the silence. He let out a boarish cackle—acute and gravelly, it was the total opposite of his soothing voice.

“W-what’s so funny!?”

“Your face!” Kass said amidst laughter and gasps for air. “Oh, that was priceless! You’re a sucker for praise, it seems!”

“N-No!” Teba puffed up his cheeks—defenseless against Kass’ teasing that he could only approach it like a child. “Shut up! How was I supposed to know that there’d be someone looking up my kilt!”

“Don’t blame me for having eyes!” Kass defensively said. “Plus, you should thank me for telling you. A less than kind person would’ve told on you to the entire village.”

“I…” Teba squirmed under the weight of his own shame. “Yeah, whatever. Going to sleep now.”

“Sleep well, dear chief~” Kass gazed at him deeply—amber eyes glistening against the moonlight.

Teba turned around, and while he certainly closed his eyes, slumber didn’t reach him no matter how much he tried. The concept of Kass gazing up at him in voyeuristic glory made his stomach churn with something not too dissimilar to discomfort. It made him nervous, yet at the same time, that same feeling he got whenever he flew up high up. The only time that he ever felt something so potent was when he soared to the skies above Rito Village to face Vah Medoh.

…How can a simple minstrel do something like that? My chest…

The sound of Kass’ deep snoring broke Teba out of his train of thought. The Rito was sprawled over his travel carpet, drool trailing out of his beak and his accordion resting near him just like how a plush would be held by a hatchling.

“Sleep well, Kass.”

///

“This is it, Teba! This is the spot, I’m sure of it!”

“Huh?”

They had finally arrived on the island detailed on the stone tablet. Atop an island in the Faron Sky Archipelago was an islet distinct from the other land masses coated in yellow leaves, random rock formations, and dilapidated Zonai architecture with nothing inside. The one they found themselves in was a large expanse with a temple just like the ones found in the corners of Hyrule, just a little bit smaller in size. The entrance was in the shape of a giant skull, and in front of it, a stone tablet with a message inscribed upon it.

And yet, with such a striking discovery in front of him, Teba couldn’t help but stare off into the distance. He couldn’t bear to look at Kass anymore; not out of annoyance like earlier, but from the strange stew of feelings simmering inside of him.

“Are you not excited? We’ve been traveling for days to get here!”

“I-I am, I am. It’s just…” Teba swallowed. “Just a lot on my mind. Let me know if you need anything, alright?”

Kass sighed, clearly resigned. “Will do, friend.”

Teba exhaled in relief as he heard the distinct sound of Kass’ accordion startup. The click of the keys and the tone they let out thereafter was like a wave of comfort washing over the Rito chief. How long had he gone without hearing that melody? Kass left just around the time Link woke up, and couldn’t come back to the village during the upheaval… the melody was so much more soothing than how Teba remembered it.

“Humble spirits of the Zonai!” Kass announced with showman-esque candor. “Allow us to access the secrets of this stone tower island at once, please!” He coughed up into his wing before beginning his song.

A hero of draconic heritage, rising up into the skyTo fight a beast that haunts us but what for we do not know whyTake power at the cost of yourself, then let thee fly

The chime of something unlocking traveled through the entire island. Teba brandished his bow just in case a sentry or something even worse was summoned—three arrows are already drawn in his Great Eagle Bow.

“What happened, Kass?!”

“I-I don’t know! A shrine usually appears, but the rumbling isn’t coming from underneath!” Instead, it was coming from deep inside the temple. Something was slowly crawling its way up to the entrance—they could both feel it. “Teba, are you—”

Teba flew at Kass’ side, almost throwing the bard with his rough landing. “Already there.”

They waited with bated breath as the stone door slowly retracted up. Dust and debris fell as the mechanism jutted the entrance skyward, and just when they braced themselves for something akin to a Silver Lynel covered in Gloom, they saw that what was causing the rumbling was… a Zonai construct gently hovering towards them with something lodged inside its ribcage-esque body.

“Thank the Godesss…” Teba let himself fall to the ground in relief—back against the altar next to the tablet. “I did not have the energy to fight yet another thing tainted with Gloom.”

“I thank you both for freeing me. It appears that I shut down while inside the Stone Tower temple and got trapped inside.” The construct explained. “I possess the reward for unraveling the secret of the temple. The answers were supposed to be hidden inside, but I can detect that the tablet containing the secret fell to the surface. Its current geographical coordinates are -0182, 1171, 0279. I concur that you ended up finding the answer that way.”

“Y-yes! I suppose that you could be so kind as to grant us that reward! I’d also appreciate it if you could give us some explanation as to what that song is supposed to mean.” Now in his element, the bard spoke with certainty and authority. “My name is Kass, and my associate is Teba.”

“Hello.” That was all Teba said as he stretched to offset the sudden exertion.

“Users ‘Kass’ and ‘Teba’ registered.” The construct made a loud whirring sound before its eye lit up “As for your reward, here it is.”

Opening up like a drawer, the slot inside the construct revealed a strange charm in the shape of a mask. Besides a few spots of rusted metal, the surface was incredibly reflective—the gleam of the sun shimmering across.

Kass was about to reach for it when he noticed that the small charm began to vigorously shake. It jerked around as it levitated slightly above the compartment inside the construct. Before he could think about what it meant and if he should reach for it, the charm lunged at his neck.

The bard stumbled back in shock, letting out a high-pitched yelp from the fright. The small bump wasn’t painful, but the chill growing on the back of Kass’ neck only grew as he tried putting the mask charm away. He pulled and pulled, yet the small amulet didn’t move.

“Kass, are you okay?!” Teba asked, hands grasping the bard’s shoulder. “What in the Goddess’ name was that?! Are you hurt?!”

“I… I think I’m fin—” Kass’ stopped himself as a strange buzz surged through his chest. It traveled all the way to his throat, morphing his tone into a warbly, dissonant shrill. “What?! What was tha—”

His chest puffed out forward, stretching the leather armor around the two giant mounds of muscle. Most of the armor got wedged in the space between the two soft, sculpted pectorals. The pressure of the vest against his chest and the sudden growth left Kass speechless, dread crawling down the side of his body like sweat trailing across his frame that left him with an open, hanging beak.

“W-what the…?” Kass gently groped his chest to check if what he felt truly happened. “How did this… What is this, Teba?”

Teba couldn’t provide an answer. The only sound that passed his ears was the ringing of a mind under total sensory assault. Kass’ grown chest drew him in like a moth to a flame. That dormant fascination that had begun to bloom when he threw momentary gazes at the bard inside the hot spring was now exploding all across his body.

What… what is…

His wings reached for Kass’ chest on their own. The more he stared at the Rito’s chest, the more the pounding at his skull continued. He had a wife. He had a kid. He was the chief. He shouldn’t. Why was he doing this?

No. Yes. Should I? I want to… what do I…

Kass’ body swelled up again. His torso grew wider, and his pectorals increased in size yet again. One final bwomph from the growing boulders on his chest for the leather chest piece to give out with an ear-piercing snap.

“A-ah… I’m not in any pain, at least… but what do I do?” Kass turned to the construct, only to see that it had retreated into its standby mode. He desperately flicked his talon against it, trying to get it to start up. “Come on, come on! What did you give me?!” His pleas were unheard by the inactive robot. Just like discarded Guardians after The Calamity, no matter how hard he tried to force it to spring to life, it remained completely still.

Hot. Teba’s body was hot. He thanked the goddess and every single other entity that lived in the spiritual realm for having a kilt bulky enough to hide his growing erection. Fuck. Okay. This is just involuntary. You’re not doing anything wrong.

“TEBA!” Kass squawked out, feathers tainted with pure liquid stress dripping out of him. “Fix this, o-or at least TRY to do something!” As he said it, that same growth traveled down to his legs. That buzz had evolved into crackling, intense electricity that jutted downwards and forced growth upon his leg muscles. “H-Hylia!” The sudden enlargement forced the kilt up as it stretched around the bard’s hips and legs.

“I-I don’t know what to do! There’s no elixir for this and I don’t have any materials either!”

“WELL THINK ABOUT SOMETHING, YOU FUCKING MOBLIN!”

To hear Kass speak to him so in a manner so barbaric was like being sprayed with ice-cold water. It was like a corrupted imitation of what the bard’s voice usually sounded like. The indignation and craving mixed together in a raving tempest inside his stomach. It felt so wrong, yet so vibrant at the same time.

“Ngh, my body’s so warm…” Kass whined as his legs pulsated once again. He pulled on the bottom of the kilt on impulse, yet it was futile. His cock swayed through the air and from underneath his skirt. Kass let out a guttural, squawk-ish noise as the indecency dawned on him. “No, no! This shouldn’t…” That electricity then continued evolving further. Intense, boiling fervor pulsated through his body. It was like having Amali’s tender hand rubbing all over his body, every single inch of his frame making him feel more alive than ever before. His eyes jerked all over the place, and inevitably, they fell on Teba.

Teba; the strong chief of the Rito—the man that kept them safe—the man that he’d vigorously stare at whenever he dipped into a hot spring. Every single thing that Kass could’ve ever thought about him converged into his mind like violent lightning striking metal.

Something’s wrong… Something’s seriously wrong… Teba… Teba… I shouldn’t be thinking of…

His stomach churned with the sound of old, thick grease boiling inside an old pot. Just like the rest of his body, it began to grow outward. Instead of the deep, rugged muscle consistency around his limbs and chest, his midsection had gained a doughy consistency that jiggled each time his body throbbed with magical energy.

“Kass…”

Teba’s left talon suddenly slipped on empty air, sending him rolling down to a patch of yellow grass. His body bumped against the hard, uneven edges of the roots of the giant tree stump that held the platform. Slight purplish bruises formed underneath his plumage as he laid on the ground with wounded pride. His cock leaked seed underneath him as the giant frame of Kass grew taller and taller, casting a shadow on him with the sun behind him.

Fuck…

Kass heaved with his hand pushing against the pillar. His kilt now wrapped itself around his waist like a belt—covering nothing and leaving his cock flopping around for all to see. His stomach pushed forward, hanging above his waist just slightly, although it hung further with each stage of growth.

“Mmgh… So… Hot…” Kass’ voice—once a harmonizing, lullaby-esque tone—now sounded like the warbled noises of a Moblin. His stomach continued rumbling loudly—a pair of love handles now seated across his side. They spilled out in a muffin top, further obscuring the already overstretched kilt. “Oh, my goodness, mgh… what is going on…?”

The intense warmth spreading through his body slowly quelled the bard’s thoughts. As his hefty chest rose up and down, he looked at his newfound pudge. Something was calling to him—a fascination that had been unearthed. Such a size was unbefitting of a Rito. They were supposed to be a race of warriors of grace and perfect shape, yet the sensation of heft sagging down from his once pristine body took the breath out of him. It made him feel above the rest of his avian brethren; their bodies were slim and weak compared to the giant, hulking avian he was.

Biggest… I’m… the biggest… Rito… It was like the mask charm attached to his chest was whispering to him, and the honeyed words felt so right. It was like confirming stray thoughts that he had rejected once before—be it out of cowardice or repression. Just… growing a little bit more… won’t hurt…

His kilt finally snapped against the pressure of his widening thighs. His newfound freedom was like liquid peace washing over him. He emptied out his lungs as he exhaled—gut pushing out slightly.

While he once stood far smaller than the giant skull structure above the entrance, he now remained just a few meters away from it. The ground shook underneath the weight of his talons slamming against it—cracks forming with each step.

Teba could do nothing but stare. Was this his fault? Should he have done something to stop this? Could he have done anything at all? Those questions ran through his mind as he got up on his feet. His cock still throbbed, but he just begged that Kass wouldn’t notice it as he climbed back up to the altar. “Kass!” He shouted.

The bard turned around in response, yet that panicked frenzy was no longer there. He smiled back at Teba, beak curving up. His amber eyes were no more—now replaced with grey, ashy pupils that held nothing but uncontrolled fervor behind them. His expression didn’t seem to belong to a distinguished minstrel, but instead to a mindless monster pushed by its bare instincts. The sight of his erect shaft certainly didn’t help either, nor did the fact that he seemingly made no effort of hiding his throbbing manhood.

“Kass?” Something was amiss. The man gazing back at him wasn’t the same person he had been traveling for days. It was a strange, uncanny corruption of him. A carnal recreation with all the soft corners sanded down. “...We need to go home. We’ll have Zelda fix this.”

“Oh, but why do you want to get home?” Kass’ voice was sly—uncontrollable ego and deceit layering his words. He lumbered towards Teba, kicking the shut-off construct to the side without a thought. “I think we should stay a little longer. Can you humor your old friend?”

Teba’s gaze remained focused on the ground. The temptation to look up at the bard’s swaying shaft was irresistible. Flashes of it passed his gaze every time that his eyes wandered off—pushing his cock up and causing pre to dribble down to the stone tiling underneath. “...We need to get you some help, alright?” He couldn’t push the act of a fearless chief. Not like this; urges upon urges built upon themselves in his mind, tempting him to do something that he would certainly both regret and love indulging in. “We just wrap some cloth around your waist and then…”

“Oh, but what’s the point of hiding away something so beautiful? Or is that that you’re embarrassed by it, Teba?” Kass cocked his head back, a striking cackle erupting from his throat. “How adorable you are! A small Rito with such big ambitions and demeanor. Do you not indulge yourself often? Is Saki not satisfying those urges coursing through your veins, Teba?”

“No, NO! You shouldn’t…” Teba felt the words getting stuck in his throat. The sight of Kass’ body had made his thoughts evolve into pure temptation—the opposite of his soft-hearted fantasies with Saki. The image of the bard’s hulking, muscular frame with the layer of pudge adorning it inspired nothing but pure, unbridled desire. “W-we can’t, Kass! We can’t!”

“Oh, don’t be silly∼” Kass bent down—gut squishing against itself and rolls pushing in on one another—and reached for Teba. The Rito chief instinctively tried running away from him, but it was futile. Kass swept the avian in his hand—Teba’s body light as a feather in his massive wings—and held him tight. He could feel him struggling, and that just made him look even more adorable. His efforts were charmingly futile, a poor attempt at rejecting their natural desires. “Let’s get you comfortable…”

“Comfortable?!” Teba tried to breathe through the overwhelming stench emanating from Kass’ newfound body mass. The sudden expansion left the bard sweaty—his azure plumage now turned sticky and matted. The stench was intoxicating—like a potent liquor turned into a gas. “How can you be comfortable… being so big?! Y-you shouldn’t… We shouldn’t…”

“Oh, you’re so adorable∼” Kass gently brushed one of his winged fingers underneath Teba’s leather chest piece. The garment gave out almost immediately—revealing the chief’s white-feathered torso. “Oh, my∼ Are your nipples hard, Teba? Is there something particular that’s catching your attention?”

By now, Teba knew that talking was a Sisyphean endeavor. He continuously tried to thrash out of Kass’ grip—an act with no fruit to bear. Looking down, the temple and the island that carried it seemed so small that it was almost wholly obscured by the clouds. He didn’t know if his struggle to breathe was from Kass’ strength—the altitude—or the pulsating arousal making his cock throb.

“Mghah… Kass… Don’t…”

But the bard didn’t listen. He ripped Teba’s kilt with one single pull, letting Teba’s cock spring out freely—small drops of pre sprayed across the minstrel’s hand. “So pent up… Has Saki been neglecting your needs? You poor thing∼” He pressed one of his fingers against the tip of Teba’s cock—an indignant whine squeaked out as a result.

Those slight flicks against his dick were like hundreds of volts passing through Teba’s body. He had never been manhandled so thoroughly before. No matter what he did, he was at the complete mercy of Kass, and that rotten, depraved part of his mind took that pleasure with full acceptance. All he had to do was lean back and let the bard do his work. He need not be commanding—all that was expected of him was to lean his head back and fester in Kass’ embrace.

“Fuck, Kass… Don’t stop…”

“Oh, I won’t as long as you keep serenading me with those adorable moans of yours…” Kass lifted his hand up to get a closer look at Teba. A warm, red flush had spread around the chief’s cheeks. Underneath the tatters of his outfit, Teba’s cock throbbed as it begged for more stimulation. “And what do you seek most, little songbird?”

“Mmgh, fuck, Kass! I don’t know… just… I want you…”

“Good boy∼” Kass giggled—a deep, rumbling laugh that echoed across the sky. “I’ve seen you staring at me. Such a desperate man… I’m gonna give you what you want∼” Picking Teba up, he gently hovered his hand downwards. “I do hope that you have some good lungs, Teba.”

“H-huh?”

Lifting one of his love handles, he pushed Teba between the two chunks of flab. Before the Rito chief could let out a protesting scream, Kass pushed him deep inside. From the chill that passed around that area of his body—the sky’s strong winds brushing against his sweaty folds—he knew that he wouldn’t be completely suffocating Teba. The small, weak pushes he felt certainly let him know that he was still plenty awake.

“Ngh, Dammit!” Every breath that Teba took was like breathing the raw essence of Kass’ sweaty frame. He pushed against the flab both above and underneath him, talons and wings trying to fight against the gelatinous mass that threatened to bury him. The more he fought—the sweat that he shed—the stench; it all built up to his growing arousal. The helplessness enthralled his brain as the temptation to give up once again crawled up his spine. “Kass… Mgh, fuck… I love you, FUCK!”

Kass giggled. “Oh, I’m sure you do. And we’re gonna have a lot of fun…” The sun rose up above Kass—further making him sweat as he continued growing. The temple had been smashed quite some time ago under the weight of his gigantic rump—now a speck so small that he didn’t even feel it. “Now, keep struggling for me… because I’m gonna make you into a new man∼”

#kass botw #teba botw #totk #breath of the wild #fat fur #macro #macrophilia

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hellooooo! i’m not sure if y’all remember me because it’s been so long since i’ve written but i finally got some motivation again. i know i still have some requests & i’ll do my best to work on them but school is just a Lot right now. you can send some again if you like, but i make no promises. anyway, here’s a short little fic for you to enjoy. i hope you like!

Paisley comes back to her apartment from class to find Rowan curled up on the couch underneath a blanket. She takes off her coat and shoes at the doorway and walks to the couch to drop a quick kiss onto Rowan’s forehead. After, Paisley goes to her bedroom to put her backpack away before making her way back to the living room.

Paisley sits down on the couch and brings Rowan close so that Rowan’s head is on her chest. She runs her fingers through Rowan’s hair. “Hey bug, I’m home.”

Rowan stirs slowly and wakes up with some sniffles. “Oh, hey baby,”

“Mind if I come under?” Paisley asks, gesturing to the blanket covering her girlfriend. Rowan nods in response. Paisley pulls back the fuzzy blanket and lets out a small laugh after looking Rowan up and down.

“Ro, why are you wearing my sweatshirt? I was just sick and I haven’t done laundry. It’s all dirty.”

“Because it’s warm and comfy and smells like you. Snff!” Rowan replies with a wet snuffle.

“You can still smell? You sound stuffy.”

“A bit… hheeIISHOO’oo!” Rowan sneezes. She brings the clump of tissues up to her face just in time to catch the sneeze.

“Bless you!” Paisley exclaims. It’s then that Paisley looks down and sees the box of tissues on the other side of Rowan. The box looks nearly empty.

“Thagngs. SNFF! Sniff!... Oh…” Rowan essentially moans. Paisley tries not to think too hard about it, sex, especially sex when one or both of them are sick is wonderful, but it’s not what Rowan needs right now.

“Angel, you seem a bit under the weather,” Paisley says with a frown.

“Yeah… Thdis week has beenb so much. Soccer is starting to get intense and class work is piling up and I’m just stressed. Think I’ve given myself a stress cold.”

“And I’m sure you being around me with my cold didn’t help,” Paisley coos.

“Butd I dond’t normally catch your colds. Hhh-hee-HEESHIEEW! HEPTSHIEW!” Rowan sneezes. Rowan brings the last of the tissues from the box to her face and harshly blows her nose. She goes to blow her nose again but the tissues are too soaked through. Rowan lets out an exasperated sigh as she looks down at them. “Oh, fuck me. This was my last box at home.” Rowan’s breath starts to hitch and she looks at Paisley frantically. “Pais,” She whimpers.

“Hold on darling, hold on,” Paisley replies. Rowan’s hitches speed up and Paisley reaches forward quickly to open the coffee table drawer. She grabs a fistful of the handkerchiefs she keeps in there and is able to bring one to cover Rowan’s nose just in time for her to let out two harsh sneezes into the soft cloth.

“HEPTS’HOO! HEESHIOO’OO! Oh… Ugh,” Rowan sniffles. She buries her nose further into the handkerchief and rubs it back and forth.

“I’ve got ya, I’ve got ya. Blow your nose sweetheart,” Paisley says in a gentle and loving tone. Rowan does as she says, snuffling after she’s done.

“Good girl. Goodness, bless you bless you sweet girl,” Paisley coos.

“Pais, I don’t feel well,” Rowan whispers. She wipes her nose against Paisley’s chest and snuffles a few soupy sniffles.

“Oh, I’m so sure darling. Stress colds are no fun.” Rowan nods in response. Paisley wipes Rowan’s runny nose and presses a soft kiss to her cheek after. Rowan sleepily chases Paisley’s lips and well, who is Paisley to deny her poorly girlfriend? She probably contributed to some of Rowan’s cold, especially considering that Rowan is wearing the sweatshirt Paisley practically lived in while she was run down with a cold last week. The kisses start to get sloppier, a sure sign that Rowan is tired.

“Let’s get you to bed bug,” Paisley says after they pull apart. Rowan lays her head on Paisley’s shoulder and buries her face into Paisley’s neck. Paisley gives her forehead a few kisses despite the awkward angle and moves to get up. Paisley puts the rest of the handkerchiefs she took out into her sweater pocket, knowing Rowan will need them. Once she’s standing, she offers Rowan a hand and pulls her up.

Paisley leads a sleepy Rowan to the bed hand in hand and pulls back the covers for Rowan to get under. Once Rowan is in bed Paisley covers her up and gets in the bed on the other side. Rowan immediately cuddles up to her and sneezes a sleepy “HheeIIPSHOO’oo!” into Paisley’s shoulder.

“Bless,” Paisley says softly.

Rowan hums, a way to say ‘thank you’ without having to speak. Paisley brings a handkerchief up to Rowan’s nose and Rowan blows into it without Paisley saying anything. Paisley kisses Rowan’s head, a gesture of ‘good job’.

Paisley runs her hands through Rowan’s hair and Rowan falls asleep in a fit of wet sniffles and a drippy nose. Paisley fusses over Rowan’s nose gently, careful to not tickle it and wake a drifting Rowan awake. Paisley knows that Rowan needs some tender loving care, and is more than happy to be the one giving it. She falls asleep pressing gentle kisses to Rowan’s hair, feeling warm and content.

#paisley oc #rowan oc #sickfic #sickfic ocs #snz ocs #snzblr #snz fic #snz #lowkey kink pais #just a hint #whoops #also the first time ive mentioned sex #may or may not write a fic about that from a prompt i got #I hope you enjoy!#also hello #im back #ish #we shall see

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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Ok I did NOT see that coming in chapter 17!!!! What?! She hired the hitman on herself?! 😭💔 I feel like Loki is now in a really tough spot but at least he now understands that she would choose him and that he is so important to her that she is willing to protect HIM from her family. At least that’s how I’m understanding it. The fact that he is the only one that cares that she is really sick…. Ugh and bitchanah is glaring at him and her why? Cuz she looked like the slut she is by her post? 🤣 girl bye!

Still eagerly awaiting for them all to get what they all deserve! The fact that Stark sent someone to help Loki! Yaaaassss a new ally! I hope they all figure out a way to get her out. Idk how no one has recorded any of their actions. Monsterous people always get caught eventually and I won’t settle for anything but total humiliation of all of them!

I have a feeling that Loki isn’t gunna tell Rocky but talk to Stark about saving her. Rocky would probably scoff and be like ok so? And then get rid of Loki. Still think that Steve and bitchanah are doing the nasty and working together to get Rocky’s money. 🤷🏻‍♀️ just the fact that they are around each other more than rocky and her are. I’m severely excited for them to get their just desserts. I hope Y/N ends up being ok and her and Loki can finally work on their relationship and be together because they both deserve all the happiness!

Again, not to be a mother hen or anything, be sure you are resting and taking care of yourself. Stay hydrated!

A normal guy would be terrified by her tendency to go so far to harm herself but I think loki is someone who'd offer her a chance to explain why she did that. He knows now how much he means to her and he won't let her slip away again.

All he needed was for her to assure him that she won't ditch him when the time comes and I think he understands that very well now.

And yes it'd be a smarter thing to do, by now he must know that 🪨 y doesn't give a shit about his daughter.

Thank you my dear, you are so sweet, I somehow feel worse than yesterday but I read that's how it is with the flu so I'm just gonna rude it out 🤧🤧

💚💚💚

#asks #nixymarvelkins #the bodyguard

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1d1195 · 3 months

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SAM MY LOVE PLEASE DONT FEEL LIKE YOUR RESPONSE WAS NOT GOOD ENOUGH!! I honestly don’t care how long they may be, like the fact that you’re even acknowledging my asks is already so special to me! So if you ever don’t have the energy to answer, you really don’t have too! I won’t be hurt because you’re well being is far more important ❤️I’m sorry you were feeling a bit off :( I hope you felt better or are feeling better! Hopefully you don’t get sick right before your break!

Also side note when you mentioned sneakers with a wedding dress TELL ME WHY WHEN I THINK OF MILLENNIALS I THINK OF THIS! Like you mentioned side part and I didn’t even think to associate them with that up until this whole GenZ vs Millennial comparisons started to become a thing lol

ANWAYS now let me express my LOVE for toothpaste part 2! Once again you wrote such a good part! And omg this MC is BOLD bc I would actually EXPLODE from the embarrassment if I said that my dentist😭 but honestly I don’t blame her because if my dentist was Harry I would be so down bad it’s not a joke 😭 I loved how we got to read Harry’s pov from reading her file and seeing her for the first time! Ugh it was so cute like you know I love how obsessed each of your Harry’s are with their pairs! AND I LOVE WHEN HARRY GETS FLUSTERED!! It just does something to me that I love when the MC’s do that to him 🤭 AND THAT LAST LINE SAM I CRACKLED AHAH

So good bestie! Hope you are treating yourself well! -💜

NO BUT I LOVE SENDING YOU THOUGHTFUL MESSAGES.

I'm feeling fine! I have semi-chronic stomach issues. I think I (knowingly) ate something that I shouldn't have. It really didn't sit well with me. BUT I feel fine now 😂 BUT REALLY I ALWAYS GET SICK ON OR BEFORE VACATIONS. Ever since I was little. Fortunately I will only get my period during break this year. Lucky me 🙄 Pollen season is upon us though which will be stellar too ☠

I try not to do a whole lot of millennial/gen-z comparisons if I can help it but I will probably be buried in skinny jeans and I would rather be bald than do a middle part 😂 That's so interesting about the wedding dress and sneakers thing! I didn't really think of it as a millennial thing. I meant it as a me thing hahahahaha mainly because I used to DESPISE heels. I had some structural damage to my ankles due to sports and anything with a heel terrified me because I was scared of snapping my ankle again hahahaha but like I said last time, I'm such a wedge girl now so I would probs wear heels at my wedding.

SO glad you liked Toothpaste! I tried to write a version of myself I wish I could be (just slightly bolder than my current self I think--she was still a whiny baby last time about her toothache which was so me). I would never flirt with my dentist either--maybe if he was Harry, that I agree 💕 I have great ammo for my next part after my own trip to the dentist. I know it's part of his job but this man really stuck his whole finger in my mouth and massaged my cheeks and lips around my gum line. It's hard to explain but I either don't remember him doing it the other recent times I've been to the dentist or if I was paying closer attention since I was thinking about Toothpaste the whole time. Honestly it was hilarious when he did it, I was lucky I didn't laugh. Too bad I'll be making it sexual for Toothpaste and probably make it harder on myself when I have my next appointment in six months 😂 I love to make men flustered in general. Always keep them guessing, ya know? 🤭😉

Speaking of men, how is our hot TA?

I am def going to be treating myself to a shopping trip that I cannot afford but I don't care. I am in the mindset (for this weekend) that I am here for a short time and I need to enjoy myself while I can and the money will come back eventually.

Hope you have an amazing weekend and you get to do something fun again! 💕💕

xoxo

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dustvoid · 2 years

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September 30th 2022

daily weekly catchup if that's what you want to call it. started interning for a PR agency and loving it. wish I could do it as an actual job. back to work and hating that. tired of dealing with dumb customers. At least this will finally give me some experience and will give me something to go off. Hopefully I can get a job somehow or make some connections and build some sort of career path. Feeling like I am getting some idea of what I want to do and feeling a bit more productive and hopeful. still feeling so lost, but more romantically. Sort of found myself in maybe a situation-ship - didn't even know what that was until a few days ago, and not sure if I am even in that at all. I like this boy, but he is probably just too young and I feel like I might just be wasting my time. Am I already attached? I don't think so. it’s more that I feel a physical connection built from the intimacy that was shared. I'm not like that with just everyone, so when it happened after we slept together it kind of threw me off guard in a big way. I’m used to just going on my way and leaving it at that, but he was sort of like “why are you leaving so soon? why are you in a rush?” no one has really been like that in a while. it was nice to just have that closeness with someone again. to just feel it naturally and comfortably. I don’t show that all the time, but I really am a sucker for physical touch. my body sort of longs for it, more than I realise. we went out for dinner which was fun, I hadn't really been on a date in a long time, and he started to ask me about relationships, and part of me kind of already knew where it was going. I said I was open to a relationship but not necessarily looking for one, just seeing what happens. and I'm met with “I don't think I'm looking for one or can even be in one right now” and I would of course rather him be honest to begin with, but I would just be lying if I didn't say there was a slight twinge in my chest. and then the topic of situation-ships comes up. Is that what this is going to be? at first I thought, maybe it could be nice, it’s just something casual and light-hearted. fun. but the more we see each other, I feel like I’m becoming a bit attached, which isn't good. I know I shouldn't so I'm going to try and let it go for a bit. I feel like if I come on too strong I’ll just end up looking like a fool. “if he wanted to he will/would” mentality might be best in this situation. he's really quite adorable. he’s kind of angelic in a way. and I like when he cuddles up to me, and I like my arms around him. I like that he lets be the little spoon as well. even writing this I already know I'm probably feeling too much too soon. and we have only seen each other a handful of times. maybe it would've worked out better if he was a couple years older, but I think I'll probably have to pull back a bit so I don’t get hurt. ugh. I feel sick. I feel like it can never work the way you want it too. in an ideal world he would want to be with me in the same way and maybe it could grow into something more, something special. I'm just not sure if I see it happening. I don't need to be in a relationship, but I'm not sure if a situation ship is for me either. who fucking knows.

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gaysimpsstuff · 3 years

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Hi! I was wondering if I could request more of the Mha biggest kinks? I really liked it. I would like to request two characters and the rest you can choose. The characters I wanted to request were Tokoyami and Aizawa. I hope you have a good rest of your day! Stay safe, and don’t get sick!

Alrighty! Let’s goooo!

Sorry, this took so long to come out, I had very little motivation and my brain was being mean, but I have motivation again now and so I'm ready to begin writing again.

Hopefully, I'll be able to get a fic out to you guys every three days or so.

Part One Here

Part Two Here

Genre: smut

Type: headcanons

Warnings: smut, heavy kinks, BDSM, NSFW

Characters: Tokoyami, Tsuyu, Mirko, Aizawa

Other: I must admit, I headcanon Tokoyami as asexual, so writing for him was a lil difficult, but It presented a unique challenge and well, I love writing challenges and you know that!

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

Fumikage Tokoyami/ Tsukoyomi-

Submission- this man has 0% confidence. He doesn’t trust himself to dom. He’s gotten so used to not being in control being a bad thing, so according to trauma response, it’s likely that loss of control will become a kink for him. He needs this, okay? Needs to be taught that not having control isn’t always a bad thing. It really isn’t when he’s moaning beneath you.

Threesomes- he’s very used to not being alone, Dark Shadow will be there even during sex with you. It’s embarrassing at first, but you’ve gotten used to him being there during your dates, so it’s almost as if you’re dating Dark Shadow as well. Dark shadow indulges in Fumikage’s more... raunchy kinks, the ones that he’d be too embarrassed to ask you about.

Costumes- He just wants to be fucked while you’re both dressed like royalty. He doesn’t know why, but many types of fancy clothes turn him on. This may just be because his form of self-expression is rare, and so he has few friends who indulge in a more Emo style. He has no objections to being dressed like a prince or princess (he’d even wear bright colors for you).

Love and Affection- I headcanon him as Ace, so for this he’s Demi. And what leads to Demisexuals being sexually attracted to someone? Love and affection. Just kiss his beak and pet his head and tell him you love him. It might result in him crying because he’s never gotten that affection before.

Humiliation- He’s still kinky, okay? He likes being degraded, hit, and told just what a ‘silly little slut boy’ he’s being. He wants you to have him pressed into the pillow, whining as he babbles about what a bad boy he’d been.

Choking- Listen, a boy who wears a bright red choker wants it to be replaced with your fingers, okay? It’s best when you’re indulging in his costume kink + a little roleplay and you’re acting as some warrior or supervillain and he’s some hero boy trying to take you down. Usually results in him being choked against the wall as he grinds down on your leg.

Tsuyu Asui/ Froppy-

Look at that beautiful woman

Switch- Look at her and tell me she doesn’t have the capacity to top or bottom. Really, she’s quite incredible like that. She also has very little preference so it mostly depends on whether you want to top or bottom.

Bondage- this is more of a bottom Tsu thing, she likes shibari best, beautiful ropes (or silk for better comfort) keeping her body from moving away, while the patterns and colors compliment her soft and sweaty skin.

Praise- Doesn’t matter who’s topping and who’s bottoming, praise is wonderful. Once you called her a good girl after training (when she totally kicked Kaminari’s ass) she just kind hid her face and squealed. It was adorable. She’s also very honest, so when she praises you it’s usually just her being honest with you. It’s so very sweet and ugh- damnit now I just wanna hug her

Hand Kink- Nothing is better then feeling your hands tracing her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing her ass, pulling her hair, just touching her. You’ve caught her just kind of... staring at your hands multiple times. The best thing is when she’s pressed down into the mattress, clutching the sheets, and you grab her hand, curling your fingers between hers and flexing them.

Hair Pulling- Nobody has that much hair and doesn’t develop a hair pulling kink, and that’s literally all I have to say on the matter.

Tongue Play- More of a Top Tsu thing (hehe alliteration), she will tie you up with her tongue if she wants to, and she’s done that before. The oral is great, ass, pussy, dick, no matter where you want her tongue it will be there, and it will be everywhere. You want to be absolutely at her mercy? Just ask her to use her tongue. She may or may not get carried away because it just feels so powerful, to be able to make you feel so many things with just one body part that she’s trained to have complete control over.

Rumi Usagiyama/ Mirko-

Domination- Look, just- just look. Look at that woman. Tell me she doesn’t want to always be on top. Tell me she doesn’t take offense to being asked if she wants a break from topping. Tell me she won’t shove you against the wall, bed, floor, fucking table and just absolutely take control of you. Tell me she doesn’t own you. Now I’m not personally attracted to women but this woman is the one fucking exception.

Mommy- She likes this mostly because it humiliates her bottom. It’s embarrassing to say something so lewd, to refer to her almost like your caretaker, and she loves it. Especially when her sub whimpers or stutters while calling her that, she fucking loves it.

Brat-Play/Punishment- If you’ve read the Team-ups special manga thingie, you saw her appreciate Bakugou’s pure rage towards villains, which makes me think she enjoys putting villains in their place. She lovess watching you misbehave, pretending she doesn’t care, then absolutely wrecking you when you get back home. Her favorite thing is the tears + plus barely being able to apologize for their brattiness.

Predator/Play- I mean, she’s an animal. She loves the chase, feeling so powerful over her helpless little sub. If her partner’s quirk makes them a wolf or something that traditionally hunts rabbits, then she’ll be estatic about competing with you for dominance before proving again and again and again that she’s the one who wears the pants in this relationship (or the one-piece hero costume ig)

Biting/Marking- Everyone. Everyone needs to know who you belong to. Even if your skin physically cannot bare marks, she will still bite and suck at your neck and shoulders to try and show off the marks. Show off the cute little sub that belongs solely to her.

Breeding- She’s a rabbit, it’s instict to want children. Even though she can’t get her sub pregnant, she will still babble about fucking a baby into you. Maybe if you’re AMAB and could get her pregnant, she’d just ride you until you get her pregnant (even though she probably doesn’t actually want kids, so protection is used).

Shouta Aizawa/ Eraserhead-

Bondage- He's a hero, he's conditioned to know that he's won when his opponent is all tied up. He feels like he's won you over when you let him tie you up, and he loves the feeling of knowing you can't escape him.

Daddy- I mean seriously, you can't just act like a literal father figure to every single person around you and not have a daddy kink! He likes to take care of you, and he loves it when you cry 'Daddy please!'

Teasing- Even if he's a caregiver at heart, he won't just give you what you want. You need to beg and whine and scream for it. He wants to stave off your orgasm, avoid touching you where you need it, just to hear your pitiful whimpers and the way you cry for him.

Teaching- now he doesn't enjoy a teacher kink as in 'you're my student' kind of roleplay, but he does enjoy teaching someone inexperienced just how to suck him off, how to hold onto him, and what to say to make him growl.

Praise- He wasn't praised much, still isn't, so being told he's perfect for you will either end up with him literally crying on you, or fucking you harder just to hear you tell him how much you enjoy his cock.

Cock Worship- Nothing gets a man going like having your partner on their knees in front of you, kissing and sucking on your balls, treating you like a god. It's incredible to have you take your time pleasuring him.

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kingsuckjin · 3 years

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Company Policy -JJK

- Pairing: coworker Jungkook x reader

- Genre: established relationship? Sort of

- Rating:18+

- Words: 5k

- Summary: Eight months. Eight months you have regretted breaking off being fuck buddies with your hot coworker. You were so afraid of being caught with him but now that you’ve had time to think, would it really be so bad as long as you could have him all to yourself again? Does he even like you anymore? Has he moved on? All you know is it’s been eight months since you’ve had sex, he’s been all you could think about. Now he’s looking pretty hot at this office party.

- Warnings: pining, explicit content, public sex, they fuck on a coworker’s desk, public sex, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, heavy dirty talk, brief mention of oral sex and a ton of other past sexual acts like thigh riding and hair pulling, kind of jealous tattooed kook, not voyurism but someone else is there at some point, and finally a dash of fluff.

- A/n: This post is a commission for the ARMY for AAPI Justice and Advocacy Event. Please click >here< to find more resources and consider donating to the cause! Thank you so incredibly much to the donor @lcksndkys for donating and commissioning this, you are an absolute angel, I hope you know that. I might’ve gotten a bit carried away and wrote a few thousand more words than planned, but you deserve it.

“Morning,”

“Morning.” Was the greeting between you and Jungkook every morning when you stepped into the elevator, coffee in hand.

That was it, that was all you ever said to each other anymore. His smell always floated around the confined space making your mind flashback to what once was before you quickly pushed it away from your brain.

Neither of you ever said anything about it, it was like it had never even happened and sometimes you wonder if it even had or if your brain had made up everything that had happened eight months ago from your frequent dirty thoughts of your coworker. It felt like a lifetime ago. The familiarity of him, his smell, his smile, his voice along with the cold distance, avoidance to even look at you, and the constant wonder of him having someone else made you a little sick at your stomach.

You had decided to break things off… as if either of you were any more than fuck buddies. You knew that if anyone at work had ever found out about the two of you, you’d most likely both be fired. No banging other employees was a pretty strict policy there and you remembered the two nice ladies that were fired last year for it, you remembered it because your boss had made such an example of it.

You had been more than paranoid when you and Jungkook were boning for a whole month, you both had been so secretive even going as far as to have each other park down the street from your houses when the other came over. It didn’t help that you lived with your sister and didn’t want her to know you were sneaking someone in the house and screwing them. It also didn’t help that his roommate worked there too and didn’t get along at times. It didn’t seem like all the effort to sneak around was worth it at the time, but now you felt like you had a mistake.

As you took your seat behind the reception desk and began to put away your things for the morning, you just kept stealing glimpses of him doing the same at his cubicle. Every morning he would put his black messenger bag under his desk, turn on his computer, and roll the sleeves of his white button-up shirt up to reveal one very tattooed arm. His wavy hair was usually put back into a half ponytail for professionalism and probably so he could see, but there were always strands that managed to escape his hair elastic throughout the day. It was painful mentally at times having a view of him but trying not to look, it was painful knowing he wouldn’t look back at you anymore. You could still feel what it was like when he had glanced at you and smiled at you, your heart sped up at just the thought.

“Ugh why are you always here so early, you leave before I even wake up.” his roommate,Jimin, had walked in, looking great as usual but a bit tired in the face. He was lingering around Jungkook’s desk with his things still in hand.

“I like to be prepared, unlike you.” Jungkook joked back with a smile but you knew it was just more than a joke, Jungkook really didn't care for Jimin, he was a bit too spiteful towards him sometimes.

He had always come in early, you both were typically the first ones here besides the janitor. You had to be, your boss liked you here nice and early to greet everyone as they walked in.

“You coming to the thing tonight? The boss is letting us have booze.” Jimin asked him.

You felt like you really shouldn’t be paying attention to the conversation so you went back to sipping your coffee and getting ready to start the day.

“Hey.”

It nearly scared you to death as you rummaged through your bag under the desk for your chapstick. Your body jolted up to see Jimin leaning one arm on the reception counter.

“What?” you asked in confusion, wondering what he was now doing hanging around you with such a sly smirk.

“Well good morning to you too. Are you going to the party tonight? Boss is having a thing to celebrate meeting our yearly product sales goal.”

“I… haven’t thought about it, why?” you were honest, it didn’t mean anything to you.

“I know we have this policy, but you should think about going with me.” he gave you a wink that made you raise your eyebrows in surprise. “We could come here and have a few drinks and a good time, then we could go back to my place and-”

“How about we don’t? We could just not do that.” you gave him a very fake smile.

Sudden loud coughing erupted through the room making you both look over at the source.

Jungkook was doubled over with his coffee still in his hand.

“You good?” Jimin asked him casually and Jungkook gave a thumbs up to show he was fine, even though his big eyes were slightly teary before holding up his coffee cup to signify he had strangled on his coffee.

“Anyway, if you’re worried about someone saying something about us, you could just come separately and we could just see what happens…”

“I’m not worried because there is no us, Jimin. I’ll come, but let’s not see what happens, and let’s not even speak.”

“Your loss. At least I’ll have Jungkook there with me.” Jimin responded along with a shrug to your savage words before walking away.

You looked over to Jungkook to make sure he hadn’t died because he was no longer choking, you just wanted to make sure he was still breathing but your eyes were met with his. He was giving you this gaze before he raised his eyebrows at you with a slight momentary smirk, it all only lasted less than a split second before he adjusted his black tie and turned back around to face his desk.

How could he be so casual with a look like that at you? How could he be so casual with everything that had happened between you? You had no idea what that look was about but it had your brain so frazzled. It could’ve been nothing, but it was the most interaction you’ve had with him in so long, all it had done was remind you how starved for him you were.

You looked down at your desk feeling your face get a little warm.

Images of that very shirt he was wearing right now, being unbuttoned rapidly with those tattooed fingers in some dark, sketchy hotel room ran through your mind.

“I wish you knew how much I’d go through to be this close to you, to be inside of you.” The memory of his words and hushed voice into your skin gave you goosebumps.

The same man who had said that now sat right over there, not even having tried to flirt with you in the past eight months as you sat here and wondered why you do this to yourself.

Did he still feel that way or had he just meant it at the moment? There were plenty at the moment things that he had said that would flood into your mind just to hurt you when you saw him.

You glanced at him throughout the day as you often did.

You avoided each other on your lunch break, stepping around each other to get to the vending machines in the break room.

You ate at your desk alone while he ate with Jimin in the break room.

Things were the same as they had been, the look he had given you earlier meant nothing, maybe nothing that had happened in the past meant nothing to him too.

Maybe it was all just fun like you both had planned for it to be, if so, why were you still so stuck on it? Why were you stuck on him? You told yourself it was just because he was attractive, the most gorgeous man in the office, but there were just these little things about him you couldn’t get over. The way he stretched and grunted in the morning, you knew the way he liked his coffee, you knew his parents’ names. You had both shared so much of your lives for an entire month almost constantly until you ripped it away from yourself so stupidly. You had both agreed to delete each other’s numbers, but the truth was, you still kept his name in your phone with little hearts by his name. You needed this to end, you needed to stop being so hung up on him because he wasn’t with you. You decided to go to this thing tonight and at least hope for some answers, if you failed to get any you would do your best to stop thinking about him.

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You had talked yourself out of this more than five times already, but you had gotten dressed and ready and made the drive over.

You now sat in the office parking lot just picking lint off of your black dress, not looking forward to how awkward this might be. In your years of working there, you had mostly just kept to yourself… until the thing with Jungkook happened.

“Are you nervous? You look nervous” he gave you a little smile from across the table from the coffee shop. He had asked you to get coffee after work and he could see right through you

“A little.” You had admitted.

“Don’t be shy, it’s just me. It’s just Jungkook, we work together every day.”

“Don’t be nervous.” You found yourself saying out loud to yourself as you gazed out your windshield at the building. “I shouldn’t be. I work with him every day and nothings going to happen anyway.” You hurt yourself a little with the last part. You put a lot more care into how you looked tonight than you wanted to admit.

“It’s just a stupid office party,” you grumbled to yourself before unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out of the car, if it was horrible or boring then you could just go home.

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You didn’t know what you had expected, but it wasn’t this. You had followed the signs to the floor that had held a large meeting room, but it didn’t look like a meeting room now.

It was just a room full of people with a snack table and alcohol. The room was dimmed but there were some cheap party effects lighting things happening. People were laughing and talking over some pop music that wasn’t eardrum-bustlingly loud but you still had to strain to hear over. You spotted a lot of coworkers you saw every day, more that you didn’t know from different departments though. You kind of just went and stood by a wall with your eyes searching faces, not stopping too long on any just in case they might think you were staring at them. Before you had left you wondered if you had been too dressed up, but now you were glad for your little black dress as you saw what the others were wearing. Everyone looked so nice and not at all what you were used to them wearing.

While your eyes were going over who was talking to who, you found him.

In the corner of the room on the opposite end, talking to some girl you had only seen a handful of times. She was touching her hair and smiling at him. He looked so dressed down in his ripped black jeans and a black t-shirt. His tattoos were freed as you had always liked seeing and his hair wasn’t being held back. You had seen him like this multiple times, but had anyone else? He had always looked so good like this, so himself.

Just seeing his hair down reminded you of all the times you had grabbed at it while moaning his name. Seeing him in those black ripped jeans reminded you of all the times he has made you ride his chiseled, hard thighs until you came multiple times.

You felt like you had been kicked in the heart as your brain went back to the present moment and saw her placing a hand on his shoulder.

He laughed at something she had said but took a step back out of her grasp smoothly before giving her a small wave. A few more words were exchanged before she apprehensively walked away from him, heaving him alone to stand at the wall on the other side of the room.

Your eyes darted away from him and over to the snack and drink table, you weren’t planning on getting any, but you wanted to make it look that way.

You felt nervous, he looked good and at least one other person had noticed. You told yourself that the lady who had just spoken to him didn’t know him as you did, she probably just saw a hot guy dressed in black with tattoos… just like you had when you both had started whatever happened. He was more than all of that, to you especially now after you had a lot of time to think about it all.

Although you didn’t want your eyes to, they had darted to him for a split second to see he had his phone out… until he looked up from it at you.

He had seen you, he had seen you looking at him from across the room, but he didn’t react. Instead, his eyes went back down to his phone, and yours went back to the table.

Your phone buzzed in your bag and you decided to fish it out thinking it could help you look busy.

“Hey, it’s Jungkook. I see you :)”

Your heart nearly jumped out of your mouth as you read the text.

He hadn’t deleted your number just like you hadn’t his.

You felt his eyes watching you but you didn’t look up. He was waiting for your reply, but you just stood there dumbfounded that he had just sent you a text from across the room.

“I know.” you had nervously typed different versions of this reply over and over only to erase each time before settling on the most simple reply.

“You look good.” it had taken him no time to reply in comparison to you. You stood there in shock and lost as to what to say to him. You were taking too long because he sent a second text.

“I know that dress. I remember it.”

You had been hoping he would. You had worn this dress on the first night you both had ever done anything. You made out in his car after your coffee date. He had just kept telling you how pretty you looked even with his hand in your underwear. It was hard to resist him from even the first date, you had no idea how you had made it eight months now.

“You look nice too, you always have.” You typed and sent it quickly before you could change your mind.

You watched him run his inked fingers through his hair as he read the text. You could swear you saw a flash of a smile on his face before his thumbs went to work on his phone.

“I miss you.” Popped up on your screen.

Part of you felt like crying a little. You felt his eyes on you once again and you looked up away from your phone to see that your feeling had been correct. You were sure your mouth was open as you locked eyes from across the room. Your phone vibrated again in your hand.

“We should talk.”

“Hey, gorgeous!” Jimin stepped in front of you making you lock your phone. “I know you said let’s not talk but-“

“Then why are you talking to me?”

“How could I not? You’re the prettiest one here.” He smirked but you could smell the alcohol on his breath. You couldn’t help the roll of your eyes.

“Oh hey! I’ve been looking for you!” Jungkook now walked up with a smile at you. “You found her for me and didn’t even know I was looking, thanks, man.” Jungkook seemed to be thanking an equally confused as you Jimin.

“Sorry to bother you about work stuff at a party, but I forgot to earlier. I need the contact info to a client I’ve been working on to sell more products to. It’s wild, it’s like I went to the bathroom one day and the info to this big buyer just kinda… disappeared I guess. So weird, almost like someone has it out for me.” Jungkook gave the fakest joking laugh you had ever seen and Jimin looked a bit wide-eyed. “Anyway, You’re the receptionist so I know you have the contact info for everyone anyway so I was wondering if you could maybe help me out and get it for me? It’s kind of really important and I need it ASAP. Already asked the boss and he said it was cool.”

Jimin had just kind of slinked off silently, but you knew what Jungkook was doing.

“Yeah, Uh of course.” You nodded.

He tilted his head in the direction of the door before you followed him out.

He led you towards the elevator in absolute silence and even as he pushed the button for the floor you both worked on he said nothing.

You were beginning to think he was wanting your help. And then you thought about it more in the silent ride and you felt so stupid. Of course he was wanting your help, he had never said he actually didn’t, not even when Jimin had walked away.

“I can’t believe that asshole sabotaged me like that. My roommate sabotaged my sale.” He mumbled before scoffing as the elevator door opened.

“I-I’ll help.” You said but he passed right by your desk.

“I’m glad you said that.” He replied as he walked over to Jimin’s cubicle.

“What are we doing?” You finally asked.

“Depends…” he raised an eyebrow as he looked back at you. “What do you want me to do?”

You swallowed the lump of nervousness in your throat to speak as you looked into his mischievous-looking dark eyes.

“Whatever you want I guess.”

He lifted you in almost an instant and sat you on Jimin’s desk.

“You know he’s always liked you, right? He would tell on us if he ever found out. You were willing to risk it, right here right now?” He dared.

Instead of speaking you grabbed a fist full of his t-shirt and tugged him down until his lips met yours.

God did you want it. You have wanted for eight long months. You were willing to risk everything after so long without his lips on yours.

You were still nervous but his kiss brought it all back for you and how natural it felt.

“Fuck me.” You pleaded against his lips.

“You need it? Tell me you need it.” His lips moved to your neck as he ran a hand through the back of your hair.

“Ah, fuck I need it. I haven’t fucked anyone since you.” It slipped out of your mouth and got a second your body went rigid.

“Me neither.” He nipped at your neck.

The second thing he had done tonight that had stunned you.

“Wait.” You stopped him and he backed up to look at you.

“I missed you too. Not just… not just this, I missed you. I don’t know if you feel the same but-“

“What did you think I meant by I missed you? I didn’t just mean the sex or your body. I meant you as a person.”

“I-why didn’t you just say?” You wondered out loud.

He dropped to the floor on his knees between your legs.

“Cause you dumped me.” He let out a snort “you told me to delete your number, which surprise, I didn’t. You wouldn’t look at me. Plus this went two ways you know. You didn’t contact me either.” He stated as he looked up at you while ghosting his fingers over the skin of your thighs as he spoke.

“I dumped you?” You were surprised by this news. You know neither of you had had the relationship talk before.

“I mean, I like to think we were together.”

“Then we should be again,” you decided. You were tired of wanting him and not having him and something told you that he felt the same.

“I think so too,” he whispered, inching his lips closer and closer to yours before smashing into them.

His hands squeezed at the meat of your thighs before trailing them up the sides, up under your skirt, and hooking them in your panties. Your tongues whipped together in each other’s mouths. You managed to move so that he could get your panties down, but he only pulled them to your knees. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to the edge of the table, so close you thought you might fall off if he wasn’t right there between your legs.

His fingers now slowly ran from your inner thighs to your folds. As soon as he touched you, you unlocked your lips from his and let out a shaky breathed whine.

“I can tell you missed me. You're so wet for me,” he whispered so quietly just for you to hear even though no one else was in the room.

You did your best to stay quiet as his fingers teasingly and slowly ran over your clit and back down to your cunt.

He lifted his slick fingers to his mouth and you watched with a slightly open mouth as he let them slide past his lips and then out of his mouth altogether, coming out more glossy from his spit.

“I missed the way you taste”

His even more wet fingers that now teased at your pussy were making you want to grab his hand and force it to do something more. You were practically shaking under even the slightest of his touches. You were nervous for someone to walk in at any given moment and all he was doing was drawing things out and letting his fingers kill precious time playing in your folds.

“I'd love to make you cum right now with my mouth” he pressed a kiss onto your neck where his face had been camping out while his fingers tortured you. “But I know how that makes you scream and we have to be very…” another kiss to your neck “very” his fingers finally slowly slipped into your cunt “very quiet.” his whispers tapered off to quieter and quieter, so much so that your shaking breaths felt loud between the both of you.

You were doing your best not to break out into full-blown moans so that maybe if someone walked in you could play it off as just talking or something else, as long as no one heard your moans on the way up the both of you could have time to look normal.

His fingers curled inside of you with his palm grinding down onto your clit slowly.

“Oh God.” you breathed not knowing how you were supposed to survive this. He was all you wanted for months upon months and now that you had him here, tattooed hand knuckle deep in your pussy, his lips on your skin saying nothing but filth, you felt like you couldn't even let go as much as you wanted to, but you were trying.

His hand sped up its movements as you could feel how hard he was now in his jeans against the inside of your thigh.

Your lips squeezed together but it couldn’t stop the small whimpers he forced out of you. You could hear him breathing in your ear along with the wet sounds of your pussy. You were close but so scared. Doing this out in the open was such a thrill but it also made you paranoid.

“Cum for me. I hear the way you’re whining, you’re so close I know it. Just cum for me. Cum around my fingers, no one will know.”

You couldn’t stop it now.

You grabbed a hold of his shirt and forced his chest harder against yours, you wanted him closer, impossibly close as you came undone, clenching around his fingers rhythmically as each wave of pleasure pulsed through your body.

He let out a little moan at the sound and feel of you coming.

“I missed that too.” He whispered to himself before pulling his fingers out of you slowly.

He reached between you and you felt him quickly yet nervously fiddling with his button and zipper with his hand that wasn’t soaked in your wetness.

He made a show about taking his thick, veiny cock out of his pants and rubbing your juices from his hand over it.

In seconds he was back in your ear.

“Can I fuck your brains out?” The whisper was soft, his voice was sweet but the words themselves were as hard as his dick he still stroked in his hand.

“You're always allowed brains out.” You whispered back “just do it.”

You felt his head run over your folds teasingly as he continued to play with you and himself.

“Do you still think about me fucking your brains out?” He asked. You could hear how much wetness had spread from you to his cock with each pump of his hand.

“Every time I need to get off.” You admitted. “So give it to me so I don’t have to keep wishing anymore.”

He pushed into you slowly, letting out a deep sigh and throwing his head back for a moment so you could see his perfectly sculpted throat.

You missed how full he made you feel while he was inside of you.

He pulled out almost entirely, the head of his cock was the only thing left inside of you, pushing on your g-spot before the thrust back in hard. This was the way he fucked, pulling out almost entirely so his head hit where you needed it. You had experienced guys that just flopped around, but he knew you, he knew your body, he paid attention, he had a very special handcrafted way to get you off over and over until you were shaking.

One of his hands grabbed your hip while the other went to your clit to play with using his thumb.

“You miss this, baby?” You miss my dick between your legs?” His lips brushed with your parted and panting ones as he spoke.

You let out a whimper as you focused on your second orgasm, his hips were not letting up and neither was his lips that whispered pure filth.

“Want me to cum inside of you, make you not want to forget me and who you belong to? Right here on Jimin's desk.”

Your eyes squeezed shut and you clutched at the fabric of his shirt as you were once again thrown into pure pleasure.

You couldn’t help it this time. The way he touched you, the way he felt inside of you, his grunts and words were all too much.

“Please, fucking cum inside of me, I want it all fuck you feel so good.” You cried out way too loudly.

“Oh my god, fuck.” He breathed through pants as his hips pounded into yours. You felt him release inside of you. Your walls clenched around him upon hearing his long deep guttural moan.

“I haven’t cum like that in…” he panted before letting out a little chortle of laughter “well in eight months.”

“So,” there was a loud voice in the room making your heads turn and your stomach’s sink. “You fucked on my desk.” Jimin looked beyond angry as he sat in an office chair across the room with his phone in his hand, pointing it at the both of you. You had no idea when or how he had come in, but you knew you were both beyond physically fucked.

Jungkook had already scrambled to pull out of you and zip his pants back up as you jumped off the desk, pulled your underwear up, and smoothed out your dress.

“That's fine, I have you both on video. I really liked you y/n. Jungkook, Looks like I’m moving out.” he stood from the chair and headed towards the direction of the elevator. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to speak to our boss about this. He probably won't be too happy to see you two are breaking company policy.”

“Fuck company policy and fuck you! You were an awful friend, roommate and you've always been jealous of me!” Jungkook yelled at him back.

“Not anymore, jobless.” Jimin turned back to give Jungkook a smirk before he stepped into the elevator.

With that, you were both just left there.

“I… I am so so sorry…” Jungkook began apologetically and just as stunned as you were.

“Don’t be, we’re too good for this job anyway, we can find new ones. It looks like you need a new roommate now though.”

You watched his face as a small smile grew on it.

“Yeah, looking for someone prettier and nicer, maybe someone willing to be my girlfriend? I don't know though, I don’t want to make too many demands.”

“Well I could meet all of those demands.” you played along. “We won't have to sneak around anymore.”

“Yes, please, yes. I uh- don't want to ruin the cute moment, but I think we should get out of here before Jimin brings the boss up.”

“Oh fuck, right. Uhh, we should probably just never come back too. Let’s just grab our stuff from our desks and make a run for it.”

“Let's go. You know, this is simultaneously the best, worst, most exciting, and most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me,” he said and you couldn't help but laugh and agree.

Maybe the both of you had made a big mistake, but perhaps there could be good that came from it. You had him back and honestly you didn’t feel too bad about trading your dumb job with its dumb company policy for him.

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