#Like returning the item and then making sure they got the correct one before sending it to me all while keeping me updated

[solradguy]

Hi mr badguy, I’m trying to get my mom to buy me one of those new guilty gear plushies as a bribe for me to get good grades in college do you which is the legit website for the preorder? I’m terrified of ripping her off she’s already been ripped off other times online

Good Smile US is the site to use if you're in the USA. It DOES look like they can ship most products internationally from this store though, according to their support FAQ: https://www.goodsmileus.com/

Good Smile Shop is their "main" shop but they only ship within Japan: https://goodsmileshop.com/ja/

If it would make sense for where you live to buy from the Japan site but they won't ship to you, you can use a proxy service. I use Japan Rabbit because their service has been fantastic each time, but they're a little on the pricier end as far as proxies go... On the bright side, they aren't USA exclusive so you can use Japan Rabbit to ship anywhere from Japan: https://japanrabbit.com/

Good Smile has a partner shop directory for stores that carry their products too, though I'm not 100% sure if you'd be able to preorder something from all of them. If you generally have difficulty getting something shipped to your country then this directory might be helpful: https://partner.goodsmile.info/support/eng/partnershops/

In short, the Good Smile websites and the official Arc System Works store (https://www.arcshopus.com/) are the two main "legit" stores for GG merch right now. The ASW store ships to USA, Canada, and Mexico. Outside those countries you'll likely have to use a proxy service with the JP site (which has different stuff than the US one?!) https://www.arcsystemworks.jp/portal/shop/

Hope this helps!! Good luck with college!!

[biblio-smia]

something about you — two. [ethan landry x reader]

masterlist | requests are open!

pairing: ethan landry x gender neutral reader

warnings: not proofread and majority of this was written between 3-4 am good luck

[one.] [two.] [three.]

Despite the proximity of your dorms (and the fact that you and Ethan practically slept next to each other if it weren't for the thin drywall separating you two), you and Ethan didn't cross paths until a week and a half later — not that you were counting or anything. The most you could internally admit to was having fun that evening — and you could admit to keeping an eye out for a tall mop of brown curls (a strange new habit on your trips across campus).

You almost had the senselessness to knock on Ethan's dorm and create an interaction but you talked yourself out of it every time. Ethan was not part of routine before, so he should not suddenly be a part of your routine now.

It was a Tuesday now, and the day was comically similar to how your evening with Ethan started (minus the heat wave) — an ache in your body and the incapability to think of anything other than how soft your bed was, waiting patiently for your return.

The promise of warm comfort straightened your back and quickened your pace, excitedly clicking buttons on the elevator to bring you up to your floor. Not even your floor-mates greeting you on the other side were enough to deter you, but a polite smile was all they got as you slid past them quickly.

The break in your stride only came once you reached your dorm, suddenly snapped out of your daydreams that were so close to becoming reality by Ethan Landry's crouched figure greeting you from the floor.

He was stationed in front of his own room, struggling with the handle in a desperate attempt to get in. Ethan's bag was at his feet, personal items sprawled out on the ground. Clearly, Ethan had been at this for a while. He hadn't noticed you yet, hoping that if he ignored any nearby footsteps, the people walking by him would pretend they didn't see him at all.

"Hey, Ethan," you greeted with a question in your voice, dragging Ethan's gaze towards you. He scrambled to his feet, hoping the blush on his cheeks wasn't as obvious as it felt.

"Oh, hey!" Ethan smiled cheerily, hoping that if he didn't acknowledge his situation, you wouldn't either.

Unfortunately, you were not as negligent as Ethan hoped.

You gave Ethan a curious glance, one that told him his situation was clear to you but you desired clarification before making assumptions.

Ethan cleared his throat, wishing you had ignored him and walked on by to your room. It was getting late and Ethan was sure you'd had a long day, too.

"I... can't find my ID," Ethan explained with a shy hand on his neck.

You didn't know Ethan well, but you could tell he wasn't going to ask you for as large of a favor as you were about to offer.

You pulled your ID out to unlock your door, propping it open with your foot. You reached down to scoop up one of Ethan's notebooks off the ground, sending him a warm smile. "Come in."

Your theory about Ethan turned out to be correct as he opened his mouth, trying to decline and not intrude, but you cut him off before he could get anything significant out.

"Hey, I owe you from last time. Think of it as repaying that favor?"

Ethan couldn't bring himself to argue with the logic and the embarrassment of sitting in the hall until Chad finally got out of class. He also couldn't argue with your shy smile, willing him to take you up on your offer.

Yes, that's all it was. That's why you searched for Ethan in the hallways, imagined having conversations you would never have the nerve to strike up. You owed him. You simply didn't want to be indebted to him.

But you couldn't shake your grin when Ethan nodded, picking up the rest of his things and letting you lead him inside.

Your room was almost identical to his, and both were most likely nearly identical to every other room on the floor. However, your space was much neater. Not a single item seemed to be out of place and Ethan wondered how your room could possibly look like this.

You placed your bag next to your bed on your side of the room and gently took Ethan's belongings to place next to yours; not before setting the notebook you picked up neatly inside. Ethan was almost embarrassed by the sweet gesture. He was even more embarrassed that such a simple action was making him blush so furiously.

Ethan forced his eyes to move away from you; uselessly, he realized, because every spot on the wall revealed something else about you that only fueled Ethan's insatiable desire to learn more. And then, Ethan began to search your walls for something; though he didn't know what.

Warmth spread through his body to the tips of his ears as Ethan examined photos of you with your favorite people next to posters of your favorite things and Ethan realized he was spending too much time examining your walls, analyzing them harder than he had any English book before.

Thankfully, you didn't seem to notice.

You put the contents of your backpack neatly away before acknowledging Ethan again, not turning your gaze to him for even a second before everything was organized. So that's how your dorm stayed so nice.

Ethan didn't mind, taking the opportunity to try and keep his fluster down before you noticed.

You took a seat on your bed with a small sigh of relief, suddenly realizing your body no longer ached for sleep. Your mind didn't want to credit Ethan for it, so you pat the spot next to you, inviting Ethan closer and forcing you to focus on the boy presently next to you rather than any nonsensical thoughts you were having about him.

You scooted to lean against the wall, pulling up your knees to your chest. Ethan mirrored your every action — down to the way you had kicked off your shoes before hopping on your bed —acting more like a small dog than a human.

Ethan hadn't meant to sit so close to you, shoulders touching and knees almost knocking together — but your scent had drawn him in without him even being aware of your effects.

It'd been a while since either of you spoke and you realized Ethan wasn't going to be the one to change that, nervous fingers tapping against the fabric of his jeans as he tried to look extremely interested in your bed sheets. Before the silence became unbearable, you opened your mouth.

"How'd you end up locked out?" You tried to hold back your laughter, for Ethan's sake, but either way the question made his pale cheeks red.

Ethan was pretty easy to fluster. You ignored the way it made your heart dance.

"Well, I put my ID in the back of my phone thinking I could never forget my phone..." Ethan laughed, shaking his curls in embarrassment. "At this point, I need to staple my ID to my forehead or something."

You couldn't help the laughter that escaped your lips, missing the way Ethan's eyes shot up at your reaction, his nervous tapping lessening.

"Oh, that'd be a look. Then all you'd have to worry about is getting down to scan it."

The thought made Ethan laugh and shake his head again. "I was this close to breaking and entering into my own dorm."

"You're a better person than I am. I would've broken the handle 20 minutes in."

Ethan laughed again, feeling his nerves slowly slip away.

"Do you want anything to eat? I don't have anything as good as what we had last time, though."

"We were mixing sodas in wine glasses last time," Ethan laughed. "But thank you, I'm okay." Honestly, Ethan was hungry, but he was entirely too nervous to eat anything right now.

It wasn't like he was too nervous to eat in front of you; he'd done that with little issue before. Ethan was terrified of eating your food, with your silverware, in your kitchen. If he thought about it too hard, he wasn't sure he'd be able to take it. He was already struggling in your space; he wasn't ready to take another step just yet.

The two of you decided on watching a movie, until you opened your laptop to a wallpaper that caught his attention.

His focus was on you in the photo, initially, until he spotted a familiar face in the small group of people.

"You know Anika?" Ethan asked, before realizing he probably shouldn't have been looking so closely at your home screen.

"Anika? Oh, yeah! She's in one of my classes. She's the sweetest," you nod, smiling. "You know her, too?"

"Yeah... yeah, she's one of my closest friends," Ethan grinned, and before he knew it, your laptop was abandoned and the two of you began talking and laughing like you were close friends, too.

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Your knees bounced together unapologetically now, using your shoulders to playfully shove each other now.

You couldn't wipe the smile of your face and neither could Ethan, perfect teeth biting down on his bottom lip from time to time to try and keep his laughter under control.

There were moments, seconds really, where one of you said something so cracked between laughs that the other had to lean dangerously close in to hear, but then the words wouldn't make it out and then the two of you were left staring until one of you said something that could have or could have not been funny but pulled laughter out anyway, pulling the most flustered one (usually Ethan) to the other's (usually you) shoulder while the two of you recovered.

It was in the middle of one of those moments, lasting longer than any other — or maybe it had lasted just the same and the thought of pulling Ethan's lips towards yours just made the seconds tick by slower — that your roommate unlocked the door and walked in with a curious expression as you scrambled off your bed and away from Ethan.

"Hey!" You greeted, overly cheerily and a little breathless and you knew your roommate was too observant to ignore this.

"Hi," your roommate greeted back, sending a strange look at Ethan and you couldn't help the embarrassment on your face.

"I was just leaving," Ethan lied and you couldn't figure out whether his abrupt exit was your or your roommate's doing.

"Bye," your roommate responded, unbothered, heading to the bathroom.

"I should go," Ethan said softly once your roommate was gone and you couldn't help but want to argue.

"Will you be able to get in now?"

"Oh, yeah, Chad got back from class two hours ago," Ethan assured, not taking in the weight of his words before they had already slipped out.

Not wishing to embarrass himself even more, Ethan bid you goodnight and turned out your door, trying to hide his raging red cheeks.

But he couldn't take back what he said. He'd been able to retreat back to his dorm hours ago... but he didn't.

Even as you locked your door, you couldn't help the smile as you pressed your back against it, just like you had a week and a half ago.

He liked hanging out with you. Ethan liked—

"Glad he's finally gone," your roommate mumbled, walking back in.

"What?"

"That was weird." Your roommate questioned harshly.

"What?" You repeated, eyebrows furrowing a little in confusion. "I just let him hang here because he got locked out—"

"Oh my god, that's like the oldest trick in the book," your roommate laughed. "I'm just saying, be careful. He seems weird to me," your roommate shrugged, finished with the conversation, while you were left with the aftermath of doubt growing in your stomach.

Part of you screamed that your roommate didn't even know Ethan. Another part screamed you barely did, either.

「 … 」

It was now that the universe wanted to push you and Ethan together, testing the limits of your self control. You kept your conversations with him polite but brief, unsure of what to trust but unwilling to give in to a stranger so easily.

This confliction was hard to resolve, beginning to unnecessarily consume the few minutes of consciousness you hung on to before you lost it all with sleep.

It wasn't an issue that required an immediate solution, considering your hangouts with Ethan were not routine and were not going to become one any time soon. It was better this way, you reasoned. The more space (at least figuratively) between the two of you, the more you could control any feelings bordering on extreme towards Ethan.

However, the answer to all your burning questions fell right into your lap at a party; ironically, one your roommate convinced you to go to.

Ethan wasn't at the root of the solution; he wasn't fond of parties. Instead, it was your mutual friend Anika, who you stuck to the second your roommate abandoned you for some drinks, who brought you peace of mind.

You weren't sure how the conversation led to Ethan, or if you had been the one to steer the conversation there. Nevertheless, the end of the night assured you that your instincts were right; Ethan was shy and a little awkward, but he was kind to his core.

You slipped back into your dorm quietly half past midnight, smile lingering on your face (one your roommate noticed but didn't point out). The Ethan issue still ate at your conscious and half-conscious thoughts, but this time your heart sped up and you let it. You still couldn't be certain about any feelings towards Ethan — you'd still need to hang around him a few more times to really make sure of anything but this was a start. Anika's words echoed in your head, her smile as she talked about her friend calming any doubts you had about him. Ethan.

You slipped into sleep thinking about him, with a smile pasted so harshly to your face your muscles began to hurt.

「 … 」

The universe at least rewarded you for your discoveries. You and Ethan still saw each other regularly — as in, in the hallways, coming out/going in to your rooms at the same time. Sometimes, if you were really lucky, you'd see Ethan race towards the elevator, slipping in at the last second, to share it with you.

But these interactions were too brief. You yearned for another evening together, at least a few hours, but the opportunity had not presented itself yet. You quickly realized how difficult it was to find a way to get stuck with Ethan without the help of unfortunate circumstances.

You'd been working up the courage to ask Ethan to hang out, without a broken shower or the loss of an ID forcing you two together. Though, every time you spoke to him, there never seemed to be a good time or the conversation was much too short to fit your request in.

It was a Friday now. In preparation for the weekend, you were working a shift at the local campus coffee shop. The day was crawling on and there weren't many customers at this hour; it was the perfect time to take your break — until you heard the jingle of the door and you held back a sigh.

You turned back towards the coffee shop's entrance, surprised to see Ethan Landry walk in. Perfect! Maybe today you'd have the courage to ask him to hang out sometime — on your break, after you took his order. This was your chance!

The smile on your face faltered once you saw a second person step into your vision, too close to Ethan and with too big of a smile. Your roommate.

What happened to isn't he weird?

You bit your tongue as you greeted the two of them, your voice strained as you did.

"Oh, hi! I didn't know you worked here," Ethan smiled, eyebrows furrowing a little as he glanced between you and your roommate. The roommate that knew you worked here three days a week.

"Yeah, what a coincidence," you laughed because that was all you could do in your rage. You didn't even want to see the look on your roommate's face, so you punched in their order and faked a cheery smile — not unusual at your work, but unusual for being around Ethan.

At least taking orders what all you had to do. Your coworker prepared the drinks and would hand them to Ethan and your roommate, allowing you to take off your apron and head to the back. Not before your coworker caught your arm, stopping you abruptly.

"Are you okay?" Your coworker asked, looking into your eyes with a worry that kind of annoyed you.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you assured, noticing how your arm was still in your coworker's hand.

"Are you sure?" Now you were really getting annoyed.

"Fine," you repeated, breaking the contact. "I'm going to take my break now."

Your coworker said something else, softly after you, but you just nodded before disappearing into the back.

You took a seat, alone now with your thoughts. Thoughts of Ethan and your roommate, of an underlying motive. Did Ethan really not know you worked here? You didn't expect him to, but had your roommate not mentioned it? The questions burned through your had and fused into a throbbing ache.

You reached for the cup of coffee you'd made yourself earlier (a perk of working at a coffee shop), taking a sip before your face cringed into one of disgust. It didn't taste like it usually did, an unpleasant bitter taste sitting in your mouth with the sip. You inspected the cup, looking for any signs of tampering. Had you made it wrong earlier?

You opened your cup. Your coffee was fine.

[vinetae]

A Whole New World - (M) Like A Man (Drabble)

Drabble for: Like A Man

Word Count: 1.2K

Summary: You'd gotten to choose the activity for today. You loved this idea. Your lover.. Not so much.

Warnings: Ass play, strap-on, anal fingering, fluffy smut, smut, foul language, Jimin hating taking it up the ass (we all know this fucker secretly loves it), crack smut

A/n: People have been asking for more of Like A Man but it's not a series so I decided to just put out some drabbles for it instead. You can request some for these two, or send in requests for some of my other completed series.

This was actually my first time of trying 1v1 anal play (since I'm not a huge fan of it myself, just not my cup of tea as much but I still love it lmao) so yeah. Hope you enjoy it, and stay safe <3

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“Alright alright,” He teases, rolling over to pop a piece of chocolate into his mouth before continuing. “What are the five narcotics again?” You laugh out, rolling your eyes. 

“Easy. Use the acronym OHM.” He chuckles, shaking his head. 

“If you’re so sure, missy.” 

You sit up, correcting your posture to make sure you remember it correctly. At first you two had just been cuddling under the covers, listening to the patterns of each other’s heart beats while enjoying the warmth that surrounded the both of you. Soon, reality had kicked in and your annoying -whatever you two he was- had reminded you of the exam for his class. After a few begs and pleads and some very -might I add, explicit- and detailed trade offs for not having to take the exam, you’d finally given up. Now here you two were. Him, laying down on his stomach with cards held loosely in his grip. His clothes are long gone, somewhere on the floor next to your bed, along with yours. You sat up, preparing to ace this little practice round. 

“Oxy, Heroin, and Meth.” You smile, as he nods at your progress. “Nice work.” He comments, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth before flipping the index over to read another problem. 

“You ready?” You give a confident nod before he starts reading. 

“Kinds of schizophrenia. Go.” You hum for a few seconds, trying to remember everything you’ve learned in his class these past few years. Your brain searches through hundreds of facts until you finally can remember a few important ones. 

“Disorganized, catatonic, paranoid, the weird one.. Uhh- undifferentiateeed..” You drag out the last part, seeing the last missing finger on his counted hand. 

“Come on, last one baby. You’ve got this.” You sigh, squeezing your eyes tightly in hopes that it would somehow jog your memory. He cuts in, giving you some slack. 

“It’s the one with no delusions or hallucinations but still has..” He waits for your answer, taking another bite of the popcorn you’d prepared. 

Your fingertips rub at your temples, before finally uncovering the answer. “Residual!” He leans up, reaching out to give you a high-five. You flash a bright smile, returning the gesture. 

“Great job, babes. Looks like you’re ready for my test.” He sends you a cheeky wink before rolling off the bed to disappear. You’re still in celebratory mode when he returns with a small black box of things. 

“What’s that?” He smiles, placing the box in front of you on the bed. “I told you that I would let you choose what we do next if you pass the study guide.” You nod, excitement filling your whole body. 

He scoots on the bed, motioning down towards the box. 

“We can either watch a movie, go out and do something, or..” He removes the lid to reveal a whole collection of luxury toys. Your eyes widen at the sight. Vibrators, ropes, blindfolds, fishnets, handcuffs, galore. He smiles at the large grin on your face. 

“Mmm, I see you’d prefer the latter.” You quickly nod, taking the box into your grip to rummage through all of the new toys. All of these looked really cool and fun until you’re hand brushed against one of the items. It’s cold to touch as you remove it from the box. A smirk plasters your face at the sight. 

His widened for a different reason.

“Oh no..”

_-_

You’re feeling quite high and mighty as of now.

“Why did I ever buy that fucking strap..” He groans, feeling your fingertips brush along the round of his ass. A smirk wider than the earth plasters your shit-eating face. 

“Oh, this is amazing.” You coo out, reaching forwards to card your hand through his long, jet-black tousels before gripping tightly, tugging on the strands. He groans, mouth dropping to form an O-shape. 

“Is this how I fuck you?” He questions as your finger trails along the little venus dips on his lower back. 

“Nope.” You lean forward to whisper in his ear, using your huskiest and most manly deep voice you can muster. “This is how I’m gonna fuck you.” 

He chuckles before you push on the center of his back to make his ass rise in the air. Here you have your 6 years older boyfriend on his hands and fucking knees for you. 

Ah, life was perfect.

You tease, giving his ass a light smack before continuing. “You ready baby boy?” He groans at the name, but not in a ‘oh fuck yeah I love that’ kind of way. 

More in a ‘why the fuck did I let her do this’ kind of way. 

“If you didn’t wanna get pegged then why’d you buy the strap?” You question, slapping the false dick against the rim of his ass. 

“It came in the fucking pack, alright? I didn’t even see that I ordered it.” He gripes, knuckles digging into his gray sheets to prepare for impact. That makes a laugh exile your chest. 

“Oh suuuure, babe. You’re just dying for me to fill your little ass.” 

“It’s not little, brat.” You grab the leather flog before giving his juicy, round ass a tight slap. 

“Silence before the king!” His eyes roll at your tone. He cranes his head back, watching as you wave the stick flog like a staff royalty would use. You’d been wearing his tie around your neck, just to loosen it like he’d done plenty of times before you two had gotten down to it. 

“Thou shalt get ass filled, and thou shall enjoy it!” He shakes his head in disappointment, but also from laughter. 

“Oh great, I’m about to get butt-fucked by a british gentleman from the 1800s.” His tone makes you giggle, using the palm of your hand to tap his bum once more for good measure. 

“You’ll love it. I’m an excellent fucker of the butts.” You smile, lining the dildo’s tip to the entrance of his ass. 

“No, I’m almost certain I won’t.” 

You apply a bit more lube to the tip before slightly pushing in. You pause, waiting and watching for his reaction. You continue, watching as he keeps clearing his throat. That makes you laugh. 

“You can moan, you know. I know it feels good.” He scoffs, shaking his head. 

“No, I’m not enjoying this.” You pout, a frown paints your expressions at his hard tone. 

“Baaaabee, you’re making it go down.” He chuckles at your whining. 

“There’s nothing to go down! It's a silicone babe!” You smile before thrusting in a bit more. That in turn, makes a loud, high-pitched moan slip from his lips. 

“You were saying?” You peak over his shoulder, seeing the entirety of his face flush red. 

“Hehe, I win. Admit it, babe. You love me butt-fucking you.” He sighs, shaking his head. 

“Fine, I like you butt-fucking me. Happy?” 

“Love. You love me butt-fucking you.” He groans, eyes rolled to the back of his head. 

“I’m getting you back for this.” 

You shrug, picking up the pace in your thrusts. It had taken a little while but with a little help and a lot of lube-you had been able to properly make your boyfriend moan quite a bit from pegging. 

Towards the end, he actually looked like he was enjoying it finally. 

You quicken the pace of your thrusts before belting out;

"A WHOLE NEW WOOOOORRRLDDD"

"Shut up!"

You both are set into a fit of giggles not long after.

[allovertheplace-writing]

hello! i've absolutely fallen in love with your blog <3 if possible, i would like to request an hurt/comfort one shot of ren amamiya (MY SWEET BOY :"] ) where his S/O makes a surprise birthday party for him but ren ends up going out with yusuke and ryuji instead of going home that day, sorry if i didn't specify much, if not, tell me and i'll be sure to be more specific, love your posts, have a good day!

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Persona 5

Character(s): Joker

Genre: Hurt / Comfort

Type: Oneshot

Description: Planning a surprise birthday was harder than it seemed

Warning(s): Reader Doesn't Know of the Metaverse, Reader Cries and Then Joker Cries, Referring to Joker as Ren in This One(I Use Both of His Names Interchangeably), Reader Calls Joker Pretty

Hi!! I'm so happy that you enjoy my writing \>o</

Thank you for sending in a request btw, I really enjoyed writing it!! I hope you have an amazing day, hehe ♡

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Stretching, you place the last bit of streamer across his windowsill. You had decided on rainbow ones after asking him, he cheekily replied he liked all colors so that's what he is getting. At least he made it easier for you, it seemed as though the stores nearby only carried rainbow decorations. It would have been torture if it was a specific, somehow niche, favorite color. Many of the poppers and balloons were from the convenience store. Things were cheap there and you had planned to save your wallet at least a little. Although with the amount of items you knew you were going to buy, you had asked Ann and Makoto to help carrying some bags back. Sojiro questioned it only once, but the raise of his brow at your antics was enough to get his amusement across.

Ann and Makoto had left close to.. an hour ago. It felt as if it had been fifteen minutes at most. Setting up his room was a lot of fun though, especially when you'd think of his reaction. His usual arrival would be within the hour too, you couldn't help but wiggle your toes. You double checked everything before hurrying downstairs for the cake you got him. It had been the most expensive birthday item you got him by far, but you knew that when you wanted to get something custom made. Everything for a price!

Once you came down, Sojiro was quick to greet you. "Welcome back, you rustled a lot up there." With a shake of your head, you shuffle to the counter, "Yep, anything for Ren." It pulled a chuckle from him, "Guessing you want the cake?" It took him a few steps to reach the kitchen to retrieve it. "Correct, sir Sakura!" He sluggishly opened the door to the fridge, huffing, "You kids and your nicknames." His voice was nothing if not fond. He liked his kids and their ridiculous nicknames, you doubted he'd be able to hide it. "Hurry upstairs, I'll bring the cake." You knew he wouldn't take no for an answer on this one so you returned to the stairs, and Ren's room, once again.

Time passed slowly, boredom creeping in as you awaited your partners arrival. You were tempted to play one of his cartridge games, but what if he got home whilst you were playing it? You wanted to be ready to wish him a happy birthday as soon as he came up those wooden stairs. So you waited, sitting on the little sofa pushed against his wall. And then waited.... and waited. The sky had grown dark and Sojiro announced he was closing for the evening. Where was Ren? Maybe he was working at the beef bowl place.. they keep him for a while, usually. Wait, isn't he the only employee during his hours?

You let your thoughts quiet down and began listening to the soft sounds outside LeBlanc. The cars of the highway were faint, but somehow just as loud as normal. An occasional motorcycle would speed by, sometimes followed by a honk. It distracted you from the tugging in your chest for a little bit, at least until the highway sounds lessened. You were left to the random chirps of birds and maybe a meow in a nearby alley. The wind blew against some chimes. Your nose burned. Why was it so silent? And.. where was he?

There was a ding downstairs and the same creak you'd hear when entering the café. Your body felt tense, but you managed to unravel yourself from the ball you retreated in to. You saw Morgana first, his quick prancing getting him up the stairs faster than Ren. He meowed when he saw you, although he also turned his head back around toward Ren. Soon, your partners fluffy hair rised from the stairs too. "(Y/n)?" He hadn't even seen you, how did he know? "..hey, Ren." You watched as his eyes widened, his hands sliding his bag onto the shelved table against the railing once he reached the attic. "Happy birthday." He frowned.

It became harder to see as he hurried toward you, but you felt his arms; his warmth. He wrapped you in a tight embrace, "I'm so sorry.. I'm sorry." His whispers tickled your skin just as his thumbs did your cheeks. "Wh-where were you, Ren..?" His sigh was heavy, it rushed across your nose, "With Ryuji and Yusuke- they.. we went out for my birthday. To the arcade." You nodded your head, sniffling, "O..okay." But then you heard him sniffle, "Ren..? Are you okay?" He pressed a light kiss to your cheek, nestling his face in your neck a moment later. "I should have let you know.." Brushing your fingers through his hair, you sigh, "It's.. okay now, we can still do what I set up?" He lifted his head up, his glasses nudged and tilted, "Can we?"

A small cleanup of tears and snot insued, but soon after you found yourself uncasing the small cake from it's tomb with a certain raven sat across from it. He was fiddling with a metallic blowout as you pushed a few candles into the whipped frosting. "Seven?" He quipped playfully. "There aren't any seventeen ones, so suck it up, pretty." You scrunched your nose at him with a laugh, smiling as he grinned. Grabbing the lighter Sojiro left on the table, you light the candles, being mindful of the flames and placement of your hand as you went. But, instead of singing, you went to his side, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "..happy birthday, Ren." You flinched at the crinkle his blowout made as he blew into it, before giggling at, and with, him. "Thank you, (Y/n)."

"Mhm- Now, c'mon! Blow out your candles before I do!"

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[dylannconstance]

Kinktober Volume 10: Preview

Word Count 786

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Minors stay out of this portion of the library!

Synopsis: Teasing, Lingerie, Sexy photographs, rewarding for chores, fade to black

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The text popped up on my phone, signaling that my boyfriend, who was supposed to be cleaning the apartment, had already gotten bored. I put the dress in my hand back on the rack before pulling the correct size and adding it to the pile on my arm. Shopping for this new event was going to be the death of me. Honestly, there was only one thing I found fun to shop for, and it was not dresses. Another alert rang through my phone. Did he get at least one thing done? 

“Y/N?”

“I thought we didn’t keep secrets from each other.”

Confused crinkled my face. What the hell was he going on about?

“Wasn’t that the number one rule when we moved in together?”

We’d only been living together for a few months, and we had unpacked everything together. We’d pretty much seen everything each other had, body included. 

“Yes, it was. What are you going on about?”

“I have no secrets from you and nothing to hide….”

I shot back, rolling my eyes and heading to the dressing rooms, was he trying to pick a fight to get out of cleaning? This was his work event anyway. A sweet girl places my items inside my changing area and pulls the door closed, allowing me my privacy. I sit on the stool as I pull off my shoes and begin to unbutton my jeans. Another ping from my phones causes me to roll my eyes. Hopefully he at least got the laundry done, he was going to have nothing to wear under his suit to this event if he didn’t. Then again, maybe that wouldn’t be a bad thing….make it much more interesting, that’s for sure. Pulling the black dress with the side slit out first, I decide to check the phone again. 

“So…..when were you going to tell me about this????” He asks, sending a picture of the new lingerie I just bought. Oh! That was what he was going on about, he wasn’t mad. He was horny. Fair play then. 

“Oh that. Guess I do have one thing to tell you, but honestly, I’m surprised you never put it together. I have a thing for nice undergarments and lingerie. It’s really the only thing I like to shop for.”

“There was a sale at one of my favorite stores, so I picked up a few things.”

“I thought you’d enjoy them. Do you not like it?” I ask coyly, knowing damn well the discomfort that man is feeling in his sweats right now.

“You bought them for me?” Why is he surprised?

“Do you not like it? I can return all of them?” I hit send, looking over at the two bags I already bought.

“NO! NO! NO! I LIKE IT!! I like it a lot! It’s just all the ideas and images in my mind right now are throwing me off balance.”

“Okay. Just making sure. I mean, I’d hate to wear them all if you didn’t.”

“Wait….. 'them all’? As in, you bought more than just this one?”

Pulling the black dress on, I check my reflection in the mirror. This one will be perfect, and now that I know how he feels about the lingerie, my little surprise I’ve already bought will work wonderfully with it. I pull off the dress and replace it on the hanger. Snapping a pic in the mirror of the lingerie set I’m wearing now before I pull on my jeans and tee again and walk out, leaving the other dresses untouched. 

“Yeah. I have I think 10 sets now. The one you’re looking at, the 8 I bought today….”

“8?!? OMG, Please wear nothing but those for the next few weeks…..and I think you should model them when you get home.”

“Wait, that’s only 9…..”

The smirk that plays on my lips is simply sinful. “And the one I have on…..”

“On? Oh, fuck the event. We’ll go in sweats for all I care. Just come home.”

I’m half tempted to make him beg, but a better idea crosses my mind. Pulling a set of heels from the shelves, I lay them against the dress before trying them on. Perfect pairing. I’m all set for the event. 

“Care to keep imagining, or would you like a preview?”

“Preview or tease?”

Sending the picture I just took in the dressing room, I smirk again. “Either one works, I guess.”

“Fuck baby……”

“Please Please Please come home. I beg you!”

Hook, line and sinker. “Walking to the car now. Finish folding the clothes and cleaning the bedroom, or I’ll have to punish you.”

That’s one way to get the house chores done.

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Kinktober Complete Collection

🧋Kofi

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I love (ie hate) how my brain came up with a Christmas prompt as SOON as Christmas was over. So if you're not in the mood for it that's totally fine and understandable and this can just be a scenario I share and not a prompt!

Inspired by me asking my long distance friend what he got for Christmas and he said nothing and I said that's unacceptable and he said it's fine he's used to it and I said ABSOLUTELY not and shipped a gift to his house immediately

What if Mitch and Syd ask Victor what he wants for Christmas and he says he doesn't want anything, and somehow ends up telling them he never usually celebrated bc his parents never did and they never got him anything so he just got used to it and they decide that MUST be changed because it's Christmas??

That's so kind of you to send him a gift! Here's some fluffy Sydney, Mitch and Victor, in which Sydney is the perfect gift giver. (All gifts from this post!)

Warnings: none, just fluff. there is one really quick joke/reference to Victor dying.

Word Count: 1.3k+ words

The Perfect Gift

“I found the perfect website to do my Christmas shopping on,” Sydney says as she pulls Mitch’s laptop toward her.

“Make sure you…” Victor begins until Sydney finishes, “Use the stolen credit cards, I know.”

“Careful with the computer,” Mitch says, walking to Sydney’s side. “What are you getting?”

“I don’t know yet, but this website has everything, Mitch. If you want it, they have it. Speaking of what do you want for Christmas?”

“Hmm. Chocolate milk.”

“That’s a grocery item, not a gift.”

“Chocolate milk mug?” Mitch tries again.

“Perfect,” Sydney whispers, turning back to the computer.

“Happy shopping,” Mitch says, chuckling as he moves toward the kitchen.

“Hey, Vic,” Sydney calls, “what do you want for Christmas?”

“Nothing,” he answers, his attention elsewhere.

“Seriously, I need to get you something. It’s Christmas!”

“I appreciate it, Syd,” he says genuinely, which is more evidence he’s too distracted by the task before him. “But I really don’t need anything.”

“Okay,” Sydney hums. She whispers to get Mitch’s attention to ask, “Any ideas?”

Mitch shrugs before taking a drink out of his unimpressive chocolate milk glass. One gift at a time, Sydney supposes.

✯✯✯✯✯

“What about this?” Sydney asks, turning the laptop to let Mitch see.

“Is that- is the Joker saying, ‘Ask to see my smile’?” Mitch responds.

“Yeah! And he’s holding a knife, and the shirt is black. It’s Victor if Victor was a t-shirt!”

“While I can’t disagree with that,” Mitch begins, “I’m not sure if that is the perfect gift.”

“You’re right. We’ll keep looking.”

Sydney scrolls down the page, gasping before she points to another option.

“That’s a mug,” Mitch says.

“Yeah but read it!”

“It says ‘shut up.’ Let me guess, Victor in mug-form?”

“Then what do you suggest, Mitch? You were in prison with him, what’s he like?”

“Silence. Black.”

“Then we’ll get him a coffin,” Sydney deadpans. “Another coffin,” she corrects.

Mitch laughs, mentioning that he thought Victor was dead in jail a few times because he can be so still.

“That’s not helpful. Onto the next page.”

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“Still Christmas shopping?” Victor asks as he returns, fighting a smile as he looks at Sydney’s back.

“Of course. I have to find the perfect gifts and you’re not helping by saying, ‘I don’t need anything, Sydney, even though you’re being so kind to offer and use John Doe’s credit card on me,’” she answers, dropping her voice in imitation of Victor.

Mitch snorts a laugh as Victor shakes his head.

“I mean, I’ve never gotten anything before so why change it?” Victor mutters, hanging up his coat.

When he turns again, Mitch and Sydney are staring at him. He draws his brows together and raises his hand in a ‘what?’ gesture.

“You’ve never gotten anything for Christmas? What about when you were a kid?” Sydney asks quietly.

Victor takes a deep breath before pulling up a chair beside her.

“My parents never really celebrated. Christmas was a time when they cashed in all the gifts and donations they got from publishers. Went on a cruise, flew to Singapore, took a sabbatical in Honduras. My Christmases as a kid were spent with a nanny who wanted me to prepare for the next semester of school or by myself,” Victor explains.

“Did you ask for anything?”

“Once. I wanted a new sweater. There was a black one in a shop window on my way home from school and it was exactly my style. It was just expensive enough that I couldn’t afford it but wouldn’t have made a dent in my dad’s wallet. When I didn’t get that, I just- I stopped asking.”

“I’m sorry,” Sydney says.

“I’m over it. Have fun shopping,” Victor says before walking away.

“We have to find him a black sweater,” Sydney whispers to Mitch. “I have no idea where to get a nice sweater.”

Mitch turns the laptop toward him and navigates to a men’s clothing website. As he returns it to Sydney, he sees something interesting. Dol barks somewhere behind him, undoubtedly welcoming Victor back and making a decision for Mitch.

“Wait, click the first picture,” Mitch tells Sydney.

“But that sweater is for-“

“I know, just click it. I want to see something.”

Sydney purses her lips as she clicks the image. The screen reloads and she gasps, her eyes wide in excitement.

“That’s what I was hoping for,” Mitch muses, smiling at Sydney’s excitement.

“It’s perfect! This is probably the exact one he wanted!”

Mitch shakes his head. “Maybe we should get him two, then.”

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“Merry Christmas, Vic!” Sydney yells when Victor walks out of the hallway.

“Merry Christmas, Syd,” he replies, raising his brows at her excitement. “Did you open presents already?”

“Of course not. I was waiting for you. You bought me a lot of gifts.”

Victor and Mitch make eye contact, nodding as they avoid telling Sydney that Mitch hacked Mr. and Mrs. Vale’s bank account to fund Christmas, presents included. It’s the least that they could do, Victor thinks. If anyone deserves an over-the-top Christmas, it’s Sydney Clarke.

“Alright, what do we start with?” Victor asks as he sits on the couch with a cup of coffee. “I’m new to this.”

“Stockings!” Sydney answers, passing stockings to Mitch and Victor before pulling one to the floor.

Dol sticks his nose in the fourth stocking and emerges with a treat and a new black leather collar in his mouth as his tail wags wildly.

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“Okay, Vic, I know you said you didn’t want anything, but it’s Christmas and we’re your family now, so we got you something,” Sydney explains as she pulls the bags into her lap.

Victor looks between her and Mitch before nodding. “I- thank you.”

“This one is mostly for you,” Sydney says as she hands him the larger bag.

“Okay,” Victor says, pulling the tissue paper out.

When he sees the bag is full of black fabric, with hints of red and white visible, he wonders what is could be. He pulls it out and holds it up, staring at the matching sweatshirts.

Dol barks, like he knows one of them is for him. Victor drops both into his lap, turning toward Sydney with a blank expression. She bites her bottom lip, preparing to apologize, before Victor Vale laughs. He holds them up again as his laughter dies out.

“These are amazing. C’mere, Dol.”

Dol happily slides into his sweatshirt, black with red hearts and white font that reads “I ❤️ My Dad.” Victor pulls his black sweatshirt over his head, “Dog Dad” visible above his heart.

“I’m sure they got it as a joke, but I think we look very dapper, Dol,” Victor whispers as he scratches behind Dol’s ears.

Sydney smiles at Mitch as he sends her a thumbs up. She nods her thanks for finding the sweatshirts before raising the other gift bag.

“Give Mitch a turn, we’re busy,” Victor demands playfully, still petting Dol and complimenting his new outfit.

“Okay,” Sydney agrees, passing Mitch a gift box.

He opens it, laughing as he pulls out the clear and cow print chocolate milk mixing mug. “It’s perfect, Sydney, thank you.”

“Here,” Sydney says nervously, pushing the last bag into Victor’s hands. “Sorry if it’s not the right one.”

Victor’s brows furrow as he pulls more black fabric from the bag. When he sees the texture and the pattern, he freezes. Looking up at Sydney, she sees several new emotions in Victor.

“Thank you,” he whispers. He holds the sweater up so he can see it. “How did you know? This looks nearly identical to the one I wanted.”

“Intuition? Family connection? Who knows,” Sydney answers.

“Merry Christmas,” Victor says. “You’ve made it the first merry one ever. Thank you both.”

Sydney and Mitch smile and Sydney moves forward to hug Victor while he’s distracted. She feels him pat her shoulder and realizes the emotions she saw: merriment, joy, and gratitude wrapped in one.

[jadore-adanna]

Your shuri headcanon got me thinking more about what Shuri’s like. So when she said “it took me a while to find all the parts from the river, but it was worth it.” I think she had thought of a plan to get riri her car back earlier when she realized it may get wrecked in the car chase they were about to have. So maybe as they were being surrounded in the garage and shuri placed that remote access bug on top of riris car she had a plan to use it’s functions to track it down later just in case anything happened to it. The remote access doesn’t only control a vehicle remotely but it downloads the entire mechanical design of the car so that it can understand its functions in order to control it. When she found out that the telokans dumped the wrecked car in the river she activated the bug so that it can track it later.

Once everything settled after the battle and she took care of everything she needed to, shuri knew she had to put all of her focus into returning Riri’s car good as new.

The remote computer has a metal detector feature so she activated it and sent it to scan the river bed looking for all the parts of the vehicle in the river. From the mechanical guide that was downloaded she had griyo make an itemized log of all the parts she needed and send it to the remote computer and instruct it to find each part. Meanwhile, shuri researched the year make and model of riri’s car. She studied the car’s mechanical design so she could understand what the parts she needed to retrieve looked like and make sure when they arrived the inventory was correct and she wasn’t missing anything. She also reviewed the mechanical guide so she could put the parts where they are meant to go and how to secure them on. Then shuri studied how to repair the vehicle. If there were any damages to certain parts she needed to know how to fix them. She wanted to do this on her own because she knew how special this car was to riri and only she would put in as much care in fixing it as riri would. So she didn’t ask her team to help her.

When griyo alerted her that the scan of the river was completed and he has located all the parts of the vehicle she downloaded all the coordinates of each one and sent one of her aircraft’s to go retrieve them. The aircraft has a magnetic energy force that can lift the items from the river bed. Once they are brought back to Wakanda shuri gets started straight away fixing riris car. She knows exactly what to do and is very meticulous and detailed. Just as riri would be. She works on this car for hours and hours from sun up to sun down and then some. And speaking to riri when she can making sure she’s comfortable, but not telling her what she’s busy doing. She does everything she needs to to make sure riris car looks brand new. She even goes as far as welding the parts that are dented and giving the car a brand new paint job adding in those custom paint details that riri had before it got all scratched up. She also washes it and details the interior.

Shuri adds some special details to upgrade the car as well. She adds in a self repair feature using vibranium that gives the car ability to regenerate parts that deteriorate over time so that it never breaks down. And for a personal touch she adds her playlist filled with all her favorite afrobeats songs that riri couldn’t get enough of when they were working in the lab earlier. With lots of burner boy tracks, riris new favorite artist. She put a note in the sun visor, knowing riri would look there to use the mirror and check herself out one day and it would fall into her lap. The note reads “track 4 makes me think of you. Tell me where you dey? Nanini na. (Anytime, anywhere) Xoxo - Shuri” and the song is Soweto! She wants riri but she has some unfinished business to take care of. But she leaves this note hoping to let her know that she’ll be there anytime she needs her. And the song suggests her interest in more than a friendship just in case riri was unclear of where shuri stands. 🥰🥰🥰

hello anon! it makes me so happy watching people talk about their interests and i love how passionate you are about shuri and riri's relationship.

i also do personally enjoy their relationship too and think they work off wonderfully together, and regardless of how you wanna interpret them, her dynamic and friendship with riri remains one of my favorite shuri duos (they have just as many funny and wholesome moments in the comics too! but that's for another day)

anyway, i do also agree that acts of service and gift giving are shuri's love languages, considering how the desire to create is such a big part of her character. if shuri does something for a person, there is no doubt she greatly values their presence in her life. 💜

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The Flower Princess ~ Kakuzu x Reader

Dabbling in immortality can bring about the ruin of a nation, especially if the subject is unwilling to participate in all the experiments done on her. Genocide is the only way to bring about your own freedom - But what is freedom for one who is all alone in the world?

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“Kakuzu, you know what your mission is, correct?” one of the elders asked the village’s most potent shinobi. “Yes.” the monotonous reply was curt and short. “Very well, off you go. And remember... Failure is not an option.” another elder warned the shinobi who merely nodded, knowing how strict and unforgiving the rules were, considering they were such a small village and they had to make up for it with every little thing they had at hand.

He wasn’t worried, thought, after all, for someone proficient like himself, how hard could kidnapping a barely-guarded Princess on the road be, anyway?

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"It's not a long journey, mama, papa, so don't worry, I'll be back as soon as I leave!" Y/N smiled sweetly at her parents, kissing both their cheeks, as she boarded the carriage, along with her few guards. She's been going back and forth between her home and Kirigakure and Konohagakure for quite a few years now, and frankly, she loved being a diplomat, while also getting to see some of her distantly related family and friends. That's the fun of her job - She doesn't have to be all business only, but she could also have fun. She always felt privileged, being born in the perfect family, being surrounded by perfect people, having the perfect powers and all that. "Yes, yes we know, darling, we're just worrying. It's our job." her mother chuckled, hugging her and planting a kiss on her forehead. "Come back home soon, sis! I need to show you the new moves I learnt!" her elder brother patted her hair, grinning mischievously. "Make sure she's safe, okay? Now, go ahead, before it gets too late. It's a fine day, and the trees are in bloom. Enjoy your travel, Y/N, dear." her father blessed her, and thus, she was on her way.

However, despite how beautiful that Spring day was, and how flowers were colourful, everywhere, and the petals from the blooming trees were dancing around the warm breeze, a perfect day can always be ruined by the worst kind of people. Less than a week into the journey, she was nearing the border to the Country of Water, when her carriage got ambushed. With a careful sneak outside the window, she realised that her guards, all weathered samurai, were bested by a single ninja. He was much taller than all her guards, and seemed significantly stronger, physically too. Well, there was that. He didn't seem to be a thief, but to have a personal business with her, considering that he could have easily destroyed the palanquin she was riding in, yet he didn’t touch it. Sighing, the Princess of the Country of Flowers gracefully exited the carriage and stepped in front of the ninja, not once losing her noble composure, yet her voice was still as soft and tender as always, unbothered by the death surrounding her, or that she unintentionally stepped with her sandals on the blood of her fallen people. "Greetings, shinobi of Takigakure. I see you have personal business with me... Or perhaps, it is my parents you were expecting? If you wish to send a message, I would gladly return with it. However, if it is any monetary means, or hidden scrolls that you are expecting, I will prove to be a disappointment for you, as I hold no such items, no knowledge of them. As I have not yet inherited the position as the ruler of the Land of Flowers, I have not been passed down the secrets that only my superiors and elders know." she explained calmly, looking at the man straight in the eyes, with no ill-will, nor any emotion as it is. She was polite and benevolent as it could get, which, for some reason, seemed to make the ninja in front of her furrow his brows and step in front of her, towering greatly over her petite silhouette. She was unafraid and unintimidated. Somehow, the ninja could respect that, as there were countless of men that he killed who cowered in fear or even fled before him.

Kakuzu had finished dealing with the samurais, not seeming to have even broken a sweat, yet he tensed when the young woman stepped out, out of her own volition. He noticed how elegant and gentle her movements were, however, he wasn’t about to underestimate the princess, despite her royal status, or how frail her body looked. Although he hadn’t seen many noble women in his life, he knew the Country of Fire had no shinobi army, and merely relied on samurai, for tradition’s sake, only having ninjas from the bordering countries with which they have an alliance. 

He had made that mistake of underestimating people that were seemingly defenseless and innocent, but he learnt that lesson - With her, however, it seemed that her calm and relaxed aura were her greatest assets, otherwise, she would have at least tried to flee. The Takigakure ninja stared at her, and seeing how she did not flinch, nor step backwards, he simply moved towards her, not ushering any words towards her for the longest time, and gently grabbed her arm, not being as aggressive with her as he had been with her guardians. If she was not going to run away, he had no reason to bother going out of his way to inflict damage or violence against the person he’s supposed to guard and bring back to his village. "I'm not here for any of that. I am here for you, actually." came his answer, followed by picking her up and carrying her on his shoulder. He had noticed she had been unafraid and unbothered by him, but was not worried about that. He had what he had been told to get, and now he had to return it, complete the mission, get his long-awaited paycheck and ultimately, provide to the development and greatness of the village. Maybe.  "For... Me? Well, that's a first." the girl exclaimed in surprise. All her life, the people in danger were the males in her family, never her or her mother. Truth be told, she almost got kidnapped and used for ransom or blackmail, a few times, but it never finished well for the perpetrators. This time, however, it was completely different. Whoever it was that hired this ninja seemed to know very well what he wanted. It sort of creeped the girl out, considering that her family was going to suffer on her behalf - Perhaps, though, she had a guardian angel up there that was going to keep her safe from whatever the people behind this kidnapping were going to do to her. 

Throughout the road being walked with heavy footsteps by the ninja, she heard him speaking a few times, in his grave voice, that suited the way he looked, she thought. In her land, she never saw someone quite like him, so, one could say, she was rather intrigued. In fact, she thought him rather handsome, albeit his face was covered by a mask and a hood, only properly seeing his unique eyes, with red sclera and green irises. For the longest time, she had no fear of actual danger - Not only was she a vital piece in his mission, thus, he would protect her with everything he's got, but also, the ninjas from Kirigakure and Konohagakure were going to find out she was missing, sooner or later, and come find her - So what was there to be afraid of, anyway?  "Considering that you already know my name, and that we shall be travelling together for an indefinite amount of time, I do believe it is high time for proper introductions. My name is L/N Y/N. Pleasure meeting you, Takigakure ninja." the Princess introduced herself, hours after being kidnapped. The girl giggled lightly, as she planted her hands firmly on his wide back, getting in a better position - So she would ultimately sit on his shoulder, with her hands gently gripping onto him, for balance. "Do not mind me, I was getting uncomfortable. And worry not, I shall not run nor hide, for you would find me either way. The view is also much better from up here... Life must be really nice for you, tall people." she joked in a very care-free manner, as she would occasionally stretch her arm up to pick some flower from a blooming tree, and, after some time, she managed to create a flower crown that she put on his head - It was green and red, the same as his eyes, as she noticed.

Kakuzu’s mind drifted to the amount of money he was promised - A whole suitcase o green banknotes, and compared to every other mission he’s had to do, kidnapping a princess was the easiest thing he had to do in a while, especially with her not even bothering to struggle. “For a princess, you were not as well guarded as I expected." Kakuzu spoke after a few minutes, figuring that conversation might make this go a bit faster. Although he loved the peace and quiet guaranteed with working alone, he was a couple of days away from his village, and so it would be a while that he was stuck with her, might as well attempt to get some information out of her. "Well, you see, the truth is, I was never in any danger. However... The Land of Flowers has no ninjas, only samurai, as you have seen. As a neutral country that never got itself into any fight, nor war, we found ourselves under the ultimate protection of two nations, thus, guards were a mere formality. You, though... You, of all people, though, know very well that, ninjas only fight ninjas, and samurai only fight samurai. Because, otherwise... A bloodbath like that will occur." albeit, saddened by her people dying, she still spoke in the same soft voice as before, calm as the lake. The man could sense the sorrow in her voice, but he was unbothered by it - He was, after all, a shinobi, and if he were to feel sympathy for every person out there, that he has to ruin the life of, he’d go insane, like many others in this business did. Still, for his own completion of the mission, he couldn’t help but wonder where the young woman had been headed before this, but knew that it was not important now. Still, he supposed it would help let him know how many days he had before someone got suspicious about her whereabouts. "Where were you headed to?" he may not have been the best at interrogating people that he couldn’t beat up, so the complete lack of subtlety made it easy for the Princess to understand the meaning behind such a question.

"You want to know how long you have before someone finds out I went missing? Well... I give you 3 days minimum, and 5 days at most. Be very aware, though, for the ninjas of the Country of Water, and the Country of Fire aren't known to be weaklings... Or spare their targets." it almost seemed as if she was trying to play the mischievous trickster game, or maybe even mock him into thinking people were already out there, looking for her. Perhaps that’s why she was so calm and completely unafraid of him or what he may do to her if he gets angry? She was rather bold, for someone unable to defend herself against any danger. For that reckless foolishness, she earned a scoff from the shinobi, and the right to know his name - But only that. “Kakuzu.” he grunted out, no more, or less, and it was more than enough for her to know. Not that she would be able to use the information in any way, considering she will never leave his side for the whole duration of the journey.

He had to admit, though, no matter how much the voice of other people grate him enough to want to pull out their spine, her voice was like a melody to his ears, and he was glad that her presence wasn’t a cause of annoyance, unlike many of the partners he had over the years... Which was why he, ultimately, decided to take on solo missions only. “Underestimating is the fall of any fighter.” he answered her truthfully, yet he was sure she was fully aware of such facts already. Albeit this lone sentence serving as a great reminder for a shinobi, she would have nothing to do with it, he knew that, but she was so willing to keep up a dying conversation, he felt indebted to spew out something wise without realising at first. 

Then, he remained quiet, appreciating the sound of the rustling leaves and the warm wind touching his skin - The girl seemed preoccupied, sitting comfortably on his shoulder - Good thing she was petite, otherwise he would have gone sore much sooner, or significantly feel the lack of balance as her weight was pulling down a single side of him.

He spoke too soon, or rather, thought too soon, as he felt a slight pressure on his head, as if someone had put a hat over his shoulder. Confused, he carefully placed the girl on the ground, not without a curt warning for her not to run off on her own, and inspecting the foreign object on his head, to his stupefaction, he realised it was... A flower crown. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he groaned at the thing as he threw it on her head immediately, not wanting to bother with girly things. “Keep your hobbies to yourself, I’m not interested.” he sneered at the Princess, who merely offered him a serene smile in return. “But red and green bring out your pretty eyes!” she mused innocently, making the man sigh and shake his head in annoyance. Still, he had to admit, she looked beautiful with flowers in her hair. It was no wonder she was a Princess - Of the Country of Flowers, no less. "Oh, and thanks for trusting me, Kakuzu." she smiled lightly at him, reaching out to hold and squeezing his hand, thanking him for trusting her enough to walk by herself, yet holding onto his as to show she wasn’t going to flee.

As they continued walking at a moderate pace, so she wouldn't get too tired, the Sun was beginning to go down, so they found their way to a remote inn that has a spare bedroom and a decent amount of food and drink varieties for them to enjoy. Watching as the ninja was about to pay - No doubt, he knew, if he were to make a commotion, things would get bad for him - Y/N took out the money pouch from the inside of her haori sleeve and paid for everything there was, and a little tip, because the land lady was the sweetest granny in the world. "One room with two futons, please, and if possible, bring by a little bit of each. We've been traveling for quite a while, and we're famished and thirsty." she told the old woman who smiled at them tenderly and patted them both on their arms, congratulating them for being newly weds, and even offering them free drinks and sweets as congratulations.

The shinobi seemed surprised, listening to her as she spoke to the lady running the inn. Why would the elderly woman think they were together and why didn’t the kidnapped Princess retort in any way, nor show signs of needing help or being in danger? Simply, he watched her wearing a demure, bashful smile, her cheeks pink like the colour of her kimono, as if to confirm the granny’s theory. He found her reaction...Cute, for some reason unknown even to him. He decided that it might be easier to get her to her target if he spoke about her being his wife or girlfriend anyways. He rationalized that was the reason he was going along with it, at least,  The old woman was so lovely and excited for them, that Y/N could only giggle and blush, not having the heart to tell her otherwise, especially after being so kind with them, and even guiding them to their room. "What a sweet old lady...! Come on, sit down, I'll prepare everything there is around." she told the ninja, as she made herself busy around the room until the food was served - Then, she gracefully sat down in front of the table and poured the man a cup of sake, while she drank tea, and enjoyed the wonderful flavours of the food. "I hate to be speaking ill of my people, but I think the old lady made the best food I've ever had the pleasure of trying. I wish she would be my royal chef... And grandma too." the girl chuckled lightly, looking completely devoid of any worry in the world, as if no, she wasn't actually being kidnapped by a guy 3 times her size that could kill her by merely looking at her the wrong way.

"Why didn't you correct her?" Kakuzu asked, sitting down opposite of the girl, taking off his hood and mask so he can drink and eat properly. He analysed carefully as the girl poured him a drink with such dexterity and delicacy, that he was unable to refuse. Holding the small sake o-choko, he did not drank any yet, but simply held it, watching her, waiting to see her drinking first, almost as if afraid it was poisoned. Watching her doing little things, however, seemed to be more interesting to him than the drink - Though he finally downed his drink when she sat down, and he started eating with her. He was calm and seemed to be pretty relaxed.

“I didn’t have the heart to. She seemed so genuinely lovely and happy for us, as if we were her own children. I guess I’m just too sentimental.” the girl chuckled care-free at him, explaining the reasoning behind her not correcting the elderly woman. “It will do her no harm, not knowing the truth, you know? And we just put a smile on a granny’s face, so I think it was worth it.” she went further, making the man grunt in understanding, though he would never go that far for no reason.

Throughout the dimly lit room, the only sound heard was them eating, and the harmonious melody of the toads and the way the Spring breeze rustled the trees around gently... Only for Y/N's back to straighten, and look into Kakuzu's eyes, very sharply and serious. "I think we're having company." she muttered quietly, as she subtly side-eyed the sliding door that led directly to the outside garden. Making the man tense up, his own expression going serious. He didn’t realise the sudden arrival of a few foreign chakra sources until the girl pointed out - Was she much better at sensing the presence of other people? But ordinary people can’t do that, without proper training or some kind of miraculous family bloodline kekkei genkai. He let down his guard and wasn’t focused enough. If it weren’t for the girl, he would have been caught by surprise... Or, perhaps, if she wasn’t there, as a distraction, he would have killed those trying to intrude before they even came up with a plan. 

Kakuzu raised up, pausing before turning to her. "Hide in the closet and do not come out until I say so." he ordered, his voice stern and low, as if to not alert the people outside of their room. As soon as the girl nodded and bolted inside the closet, he stepped outside, his eyes focused. When he was attacked, he moved quickly, dodging kunais and shurikens that rained down toward him. He looked to see five ninjas, and he seemed to be determined to protect the Princess and get his paycheck already. A seeminglessly easy mission was beginning to look more like an annoyance with each second now.

"Hand over the princess." The one female ninja of the group said. Y/N tried to peek her head out of the closet, and realised she was sporting a Kumogakure headband. Oh no, they weren’t there to bring her back home, but to kidnap her... Again. She’d rather stay with Kakuzu than with these guys.

The princess watched the fight taking place outside from the small gap she made by pushing lightly onto the wardrobe door, only to see forming pools of blood everywhere, from the dead ninjas. She didn't care about that, clearly, that's what happens when two ninja ideologies clash. She couldn't help but admire the man's moves, his agility, his speed, his ninjutsu, and how strong he was, compared to all those run-of-the-mill ninjas that thought themselves smart for attacking them when they were relaxing. How foolish of them. "Get your own paycheck." he said, his eyes dark, as he fought valiantly, until it was just himself and the kunoichi. The two were in a rough battle, and soon Kakuzu was bleeding and panting, deep cuts along his chest and arms, but the woman was lying on the ground, with the rest of her allies, allowing him to return back inside and let the girl get out of the closet. "You can come out now.” was the last think he could say, before he felt his vision blur and he collapsed, passing out from bloodloss.

Before he could hit the floor, though, Y/N burst out of the wardrobe and caught the man in her arms, putting his head on her lap as she carefully looked over his body and the injuries he was sporting - They looked painful and deep, no wonder he fainted.  She reached out for a pillow and put it under his head so she could start performing the healing jutsu that she was so familiar with, and focusing her chakra to her palms, she activated her Dojutsu, the Shizengan, and her vision turned green, and Kakuzu’s body was covered in small, colourful flowers that were giving their life-energy to heal him. It didn’t take long for the man’s wounds to heal completely, as if he was never injured. 

As she got up and put a blanket over his body, so he wouldn’t be too cold, wearing just a tank top - However, as she got up, the female ninja started groaning and threatening the princess, who could only look down in disgust at her. With a condescending look on her face, Y/N used her flower jutsu to create some flowery veins that bound the enemy tightly, getting her inside the room, so she could interrogate her as soon as Kakuzu woke up, and then, he could kill her properly.

As she replaced the pillow with her own lap, Y/N started humming a tune her mother would often sing her when she had to go sleep, and she caressed his hair, almost lovingly. She didn’t know why she felt so protective over the man who was outright trying to destroy her life by delivering her to his village. Perhaps it was because she understood that ninjas had no say in the political matters going on inside the government dictating what was going on inside a country. Shinobi were mere tools with no ration, no thoughts, no feelings, just like puppets controlled by a tyrant master.

"Hang in there, Kakuzu. Hang in there." she kept muttering to herself, worried for him, despite having full confidence in her powers, she couldn’t help herself. Out of nowhere, the door to their shared room was opened, and the elderly woman got in, only for her eyes to widen frighteningly, and to grit her teeth in anger, her expression twisting into a rather scary one, as if she lost her mind completely. "You... You two were supposed to be dead! Why are you alive?! My subordinates... You... You killed them! You brutes, you killed my children! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!" the old woman, with shocking precision and agility, lunged at the young Princess, a knife in her hand. But she didn't falter. Instead, with one swift move, Y/N cut the old lady's throat with a lash of her thorny veins making her fall down to the ground, lame, and with blood seeping out of her body. "Guess even I can get fooled by fake innocence. What a pity." the girl sighed as she nonchalantly went back to humming her tune, slapping another vein over the kunoichi’s mouth as she started threatening her too loudly. Looking down at the man in her lap, she used her sleeve to wipe away the blood and sweat from his face. "You're kinda pretty when you're not frowning, you know? Being calm suits you well, Kakuzu." she mused, smiling softly, happy that he wasn't awake to hear her nonsense. His hair was weirdly soft too, it was soothing to her, playing with it. She loved it. The shinobi, weathered by wars, fights and close-to-death experiences looked so soft and innocent, resting in her lap, it felt like a domestic bliss to her. Perhaps because she had never been in love, nor had any prior experience around boys that were not her family, she really felt drawn to Kakuzu. 

In his out-of-it state, Kakuzu was able to hear the girl’s sweet voice, but surely, it was just a mirage? She couldn’t possibly still be there, could she? With the opportunity to escape, why wouldn’t she take it? They were barely a week away from her own country, and less than 3 days away from the allied countries. He failed his mission and he was going to get drastically punished by the elders, and the worst of all... No paycheck for a long while. Kakuzu didn’t want to open his eyes... For some reason, the floor was unexpectedly comfortable, might as well sit there for a while longer.

But he couldn’t stay still for longer and the man in cause started shifting, his brows furrowing, as he let out a grunt of pain and stiffness, trying to get up, but being stopped by an unknown force. "Hey there, don't move too much, you might open up your wounds." she spoke in a tender voice, her hands on his shoulders, as a way to keep him in place. There it was, her voice again, ringing sweetly into his ears like the lullaby that he hears in his dreams. He had to open his eyes already, he couldn’t stay lifeless any longer - And he woke up, and the first thing he was met with, was the beautiful, sparkly e/c eyes of the Princess, along with her long, h/c dangling in his face, tickling his nose.

“Y/N...?” the man grumbled the Princess’ name, unsure whether he was still dreaming or not. “Why are you still here?” he asked, blinking to see whether he was truly awake or not. “Don’t worry about that, Kakuzu. I’m here, your mission isn’t over yet. We still have a few days before we reach Takigakure.” she spoke, her fingers caressing his creased forehead as a way to calm him down. “Either you are too stupid, or you hated your home, otherwise I can’t understand why you didn’t escape already.” he confirmed, getting up in a sitting position, only to notice, not only his body being completely killed, but the dead body of the old lady and the tied up female ninja he went against. “What happened here?” “...I loved my home, you know? And I’m not stupid... I just have too much empathy for my own good. I know how tough ninja have it, and I didn’t want to make it difficult for you.” the girl sighed, looking away, a bit irked by the implication. “If you’re so curious... I healed you, one. Two, the elderly woman was a Kumogakure ninja, and the one behind the attack. The guys you fought are her direct subordinates. As for this one... I bound her and kept her alive, so you could interrogate her. I want to know why they wanted me.” she explained, getting up, and with a simple swish of her finger, the vine around the kunoichi’s mouth retracted, allowing her to speak. “You think I will just reveal our plan, you stupid bitch?!” the woman shrieked at the princess, only to feel the vines around her torso getting so much tighter that she couldn’t breath. “A-Alright, I yield, I yield!” what was this power? Kakuzu was so confused, seeing the Princess so calm and collected, controlling the vegetation to her will with so much ease. She wasn’t a ninja, so how was she able to do all these unfazed? “We... We were supposed to force you to marry our Kazekage, so the Country of Flowers would share all their inventions, technology and resources with us...!” hearing such words angered Kakuzu enough to rip apart the woman’s head, not caring how he made such a gruesome sight for the Princess.

Still, as he looked at her, she had a horrified expression on her face, but her cheeks were beet red. “M-Marry... Th-That guy...?!” Princess.exe stopped working. “N-N-No way! Th-That guy, is like... Is like... 10 times my size! And he’s scary as hell! And he’s my dad’s age! Gaaaah, no way, no way, no way!” tears gleamed in the girl’s eyes from the shock, imagining the huge, muscular, old and scary as hell man that he had to meet once - His arms were so buff that if he flexed, his arm was probably larger than her whole frame! That guy was insanely pupped with steroids or something, he was so scary! “Kakuzu, don’t let them get me! The Kazekage is scary!” she whimpered comically, only for the man to keep quiet. He knew he was getting the girl to his village so she would marry the Daimiyo’s son... True, they were of the same age, but he was a sadistic, lecherous brat. The more he looked at the girl’s softness, the more he dreaded the idea of letting her being touched by that jerk. He hated that. If only he could just get killed on the road and let her escape back home, back to her safe, peaceful life, he wouldn’t regret it.

Nobody ever showed any kind of care towards him, and this girl made him feel really weird. Why did he have to have emotions? They were so pointless and clouded his judgement terribly. He’s going to fail this mission, and it’s not her who will feel the consequences, but him. “We have free rein of the inn, let’s change the room. This one is bloody enough as it is.” he suggested, and the girl merely nodded, following him without another word to the only other empty room, however, that one was a single, and they had to share a futon. “You are injured, you can take it, I don’t mind. Just go sleep.” he heard the girl speak rather lifelessly, as he watched her sit in a corner, hugging her knees and resting her back against the wall. “Kakuzu... Could you please be honest with me?” she asked, taking his silence as enough of a confirmation to go on. “Do your employers want me to marry someone so they can get my Country’s power too?” how was he supposed to answer that question? It was the one thing he didn’t want to admit, even to himself. For this girl, killing her would be a kindness, and he was seriously debating giving her a swift, painless death, so it could be a compromise for the both of them. When he didn’t answer, she sighed, hanging her head in realisation. “Is he a good man, at least?” watching someone with so much kindness and light in her heart, slowly, but surely becoming lifeless. “Yes.” he hoped he could spare her the terrible news, but it seems she saw right through him. “So he’s horrible. I wasn’t expecting anything else.” she muttered, closing her eyes, hoping to keep her thoughts and feelings in check. She was, after all, a princess and she wasn’t going. “Thanks for telling me, Kakuzu. Sweet dreams.” despite everything he was doing to her, she still kept her words polite and caring. He wouldn’t have. He would have killed everyone and returned home.

Still, the night passed, and another day came by, and it happened that way for another few days - Just as before, the girl kept her kindness and innocence, sitting in the meadow and playing with flowers or braiding them in her hair, or dancing on the sheen of the water at night. Kakuzu, on the other hand, stopped even thinking about stopping her from running away - If she wanted to escape, then escape. But she didn’t. Not even once, did she try running away. Instead, he got to admire her with every step of the way.

On the final night before arriving at the Waterfall Village, Y/N sat down at the foot of a wisteria tree, looking over the sparkly sheen of the lake, trying to keep herself calm, yet only thinking at the horrible day that was going to follow. She was unusually quiet, and Kakuzu couldn’t stand it. He wanted to just turn his back and pretend he didn’t notice her running away. Instead, he sat down next to her, although he wasn’t sure if his presence was what she needed. No, rather, it was no way she wanted him around her, considering he was the perpetrator. “Can we just... Stay here, forever? And have the day never come by? For the time to simply freeze over?” she sighed, no even wanting to imagine her wedding day with such a miserable, horrible man. “You should have ran away.” the man said, forgetting about his mission or paycheck awaiting him. “...I couldn’t let you live with the consequences. I have seen numerous ninjas suffering because they failed a mission and dared to return home. It was terrifying. I don’t want to be the reason you, or any other shinobi, has to suffer.” she explained, leaning her head on his muscular arm that served as a rather comfortable pillow. “Emotions are a weakness. It’s not your job to take away other’s pain. Your kind heart is only going to get you miserable or killed.” he scoffed, putting his arm around the girl, pulling her to his side protectively. “I have made my choice, and now I have to deal with it. Don’t tell me how to live my life.” she rolled her eyes, yet got comfortable in his embrace. “Then don’t mess with my life or take my failures on your shoulders.” he scolded her gently. “...Can we stay like this forever, Kakuzu?” her voice was close to a trembling one, he noticed - She was so frail and easy to shatter, he realised - But she did not cry. She refused to cry, no matter what. “I wish we could.” he muttered, barely audible.

As they were getting ready to fall asleep, with the Princess comfortably nestled in his arms, the sound of leaves rapidly rustling made the two shoot up to their feet, Kakuzu holding the girl protectively to his chest as he looked around, trying to pin-point the exact location of the new presence - And they, they were completely surrounded, and Kakuzu had to think of a way to keep the girl safe and sound. The enemies attacked, all at once, with 5 of them going for the ninja, while 5 others went to kidnap the Princess.

This was the last straw, Y/N realised, as she watched Kakuzu getting injured, trying to protect her from so many strong ninjas. She threw her haori to the side and took out the hidden sword that was family’s legacy, and activating her Shizengan, she infused the sword with her Earth-Floral chakra, and with unmatchable speed, she cut all the present ninjas at once. She didn’t kill them, that wasn’t what she was good at, nor what she wanted - Instead, she was good at knowing plants, and each plant had different particularities that could create antidotes or poisons... Poisons that could paralyse, for instance.

At once, all 10 ninjas fell to the ground, unable to move a muscle, as she stood above them all. “Nobody will ever touch the Country of Flowers while I’m alive.” her voice was serious and somber, a silent anger seething through her. “And if marrying some brat is going to keep my Country safe, so be it. I am not a child anymore... I was going to get crowned soon. It is my duty to protect the Country from any kind of threat. Nobody in the lineage had to go through arranged marriages...But if I have to be the first one, then so be it. But I’m not going down without a fight.” she threatened the Kumogakure ninjas with a death glare, as she put back her sword and went to pick up her haori, turning to Kakuzu and nodding her head towards him. “Let’s move along, already.” the man was shocked to see the girl so strong, incapacitating 10 ninjas at once - She could have escaped him long ago, she could have killed him in his sleep, or just poisoned him while he was knocked out the first night. Why?! Why didn’t she do either? Why was she making him suffer, coming up with such a painful speech in front of him? “You, idiot, Y/N! If you were so strong all this time, why didn’t you kill me?! You could have ran away and live a happy life! You DESERVE a happy life! I don’t! I’m just a murderer, I can take any punishment thrown at me, but you don’t deserve to marry some spoiled brat who will do nothing but use and abuse you!” that’s the most the man has ever spoken to her, and his anger shocked her, but it also made her heart leap with glee, seeing somehow, in such a short amount of time, he started caring for her the way she cared for him. “Well... At least I know you’ll protect me.” was the last thing she told him, before going on ahead, leaving the shinobi in the back, looking up at the sky and taking a deep breath to calm himself. He was never one for patience, and whenever he was angry, he killed someone - But never once did he have to deal with something of this magnitude.

Can’t he just retire?

Wait, no. Money. Whatever.

The two arrived in Takigakure in the morning, and as soon as they got inside the house of the Daimiyo, Kakuzu was praised for his mission completion and he was named the girl’s personal guardian. He was going to see, full hand, all the abuse and unhappiness that the girl was going to be suffering from then on. Still, she maintained her Princess-like composure throughout everything, as at least the Daimiyo himself was very curt and polite, despite his scheming. 

He prepared many maids to be taking care of her, but Kakuzu was to be guarding her at all time, even when she would be by herself, alone, in her bedroom. He hated to be separated from her, but at least he knew the maids were going to take care of her, bathe her, dress her and prepare her for a well-awaited feast for dinner.

She looked absolutely gorgeous, wearing that royal kimono, and all those expensive accessories... They were all beautiful, and she looked great like that, but it didn’t seem to represent her. It took away all the life and freedom out of her. She wasn’t the same carefree Y/N that he kidnapped. This was the princess of a respectable country, doing her job by dabbling in politics, conversing with the Daimiyo lord. It was going well enough, with all the pleasantries, until the son came by, like an angry hurricane, and sat down next to his father, yelling about whatever petty little irking he had to face. His father tried to stop him, but he continued, and when it came to eating his dinner, he was disgraceful, to say the least. Absolutely disgusting. Kakuzu could see how much Y/N was trying to contain her disgust, looking at him, and she raised her brow, challenging the Lord, as if to mock his son and how tragic the future leader was going to be.

When dinner was over, the princess, escorted by her guard, went to her room, getting ready to turn in for the night. She put on the rather see-through nightgown on the bed, and she let her hair cascade down her back, and her face had no more heavy make up, but her soft, natural beauty were highlighted by the silver light of the moon, peering through the balcony.

Before the girl could finally let out a breath of relief, the door to her room got slammed open, and the Daimiyo’s son burst through, and before she could react, the princess found herself slammed on the wall behind her, his face dangerously close to her own, and his breath was reeking of alcohol, his hands pinning her shoulders painfully. “You’re mine tonight, girl. And that guy’s going to watch me claim you.” the boy smirked, drunk out of his wits. “You will have to wait until our wedding night, it’s your father’s order. I have to rest for the night.” she explained in a low voice, not wanting to provoke the idiot. “Gah!” he roared in her face, punching with both fists the space next to her face. “Fine! That fucking old oaf! One more night, but after that, you won’t escape me anymore!” he growled, painfully squeezing her jaw, before pushing her away and storming out of the room.

“I’ll kill him!” the girl punched a wall out of sheer frustration, before stomping outside, on the balcony, not feeling the freezing sensation of a cold, Spring night. “Y/N...” Kakuzu’s voice lingered, his heart shattering as he kept watching the girl gripping the rail of the balcony so tightly that her whole body was shaking painfully. He could feel it, she wanted to cry out into the world and curse out her entire existence, and it was all his fault. All his fault, and no one else’s. Look at what he did, completely breaking the person that he wanted to protect. 

He had to get her the hell out of there before the wedding day, he just had to find out how exactly he was going to do that. A meticulous plan that was 100% going to get him killed, just so she could safely and surely manage to escape the hell out of there and reach home without creating a war between nations. Oh, how he hated politics. He just wanted money, and now, Y/N, why did things have to be so complicated?

He walked up to her and gently pulled her into his embrace, holding her, afraid to let go, only to feel her trembling as she started sobbing her heart out. It broke him. He couldn’t bare seeing her cry like that, but there was nothing much to be done yet, except comfort her and promise her to get her out of there, no matter what. He’ll be damned, struck by lightning and pulled in hell by Satan himself before he let that disgusting cockroach touch his Y/N, let alone marry her, or more.

Kakuzu carefully picked the girl up and put her on the bed, not letting go of her - He could see every inch of her beautiful skin, and even feel the warmth that her body gave off - She was so soft, and he loved holding her in his arms, so much that he didn’t want to let go of her throughout the night. She fell asleep at some point, rightfully so, from all that exhaustion she was put through, but he couldn’t sleep. It felt that, should he fall asleep, the whole world would explode. He wanted this moment to last forever, just as she said the previous night - If time could just freeze over, he would be fine just staying with Y/N in his arms, for the rest of his life.

But morning came by faster than anticipated, and with that, his plan was complete. Hearing footsteps approaching, he realised the maids were going to wake the princess up, so he gently lay her down on the bed and went to stay by the balcony. As expected, the women got her up and prepared the princess, bringing her breakfast in bed, before chattering excitedly between themselves about the royal wedding and how exciting it was going to be. They kept hyping up the prince and how the girl was lucky to be marrying him, but Kakuzu could see that Y/N was barely keeping herself in check so she wouldn’t rip their head off, one by one.

Afternoon came, and the maids left, leaving Y/N dressed in traditional wedding clothes, all dolled up and ready to get married. The shinobi’s heart was beating fast and his teeth were gritted, seeing her so upset, with tears gleaming in her eyes.

He was never one to do anything impulsive, other than some partners he killed along the way, but this time, it was too much. He cupped Y/N’s face and he kissed her with all the fire and passion he ever had, cumulated over all the years he’s been alive. As soon as he pulled away, ready to apologise for his irrational behaviour, the girl pulled him down and kissed him even harder, not wanting to let go of him even if they had no more air to breath. “Can’t I just marry you?” in anti-thesis with the way she showed her love for the ninja, her voice was barely audible and light. “I have a plan, so listen closely. Go get changed is comfortable clothes and I’ll tell you how to escape.” his hands on her cheeks, he made her look straight into his eyes. “Escape...? How? How can we escape together?” she asked, getting fired up. “Shh, keep quiet. You’ll runaway first, and wait by the great Oak next to the inn we passed by. If I’m not there by sun-fall, you run the  hell away and don’t look back. I’ll go look for you until I reach your country. The Country of Water should be the closest ally you have, so go there. Do you understand?” realising that he may die by keeping the search party away from her, she tried to object, but was immediately shushed by the man. “Don’t argue with me, Y/N. Not now. Just do as I say. It won’t be the last time you’ll see me.” he promise her with another kiss, before urging her to get changed in something she could easily run in.

He picked her up and jumped off the balcony, getting her in the quietest corner of the village, before telling her the directions so she wouldn’t get recognised or caught trying to escape. With the vow of reuniting, they both went their separate ways to achieve what they promised each other...

But things never go as planned.

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“I want another partner. This guy annoys me and I can’t kill him.” the hologram of one Akatsuki member complained to his leader, who merely sighed. “Kisame and Itachi should return with our newest member. She will be tasked with aiding you in the next mission. Based on the compatibility, I will decide what team she will be assigned to.” the leader explained, surprising the rest of the members about the news of a new member. “A woman? We were never told about a new woman member!” the first one’s partner obnoxiously called out. “We have returned.” suddenly, Itachi’s voice called out, as three new holograms appeared in the circle. “We brought the new member too.” Kisame added. “Very well. Kakuzu, Hidan, you will await her at the entrance of the Country of Fire. The target is a monk called Chiriku, from the Fire Temple. You may leave.” one by one, every member of the organisation signed off.

The Zombie Duo didn’t have to wait too long, for the woman arrived, wearing the oversized Akatsuki coat and the straw hat, basically covering her whole, her e/c eyes being the only thing you could see from her. She didn’t speak the entire time, nor did she answer any of Hidan’s questions, even if it was as simple as her name or where she cam from. Kakuzu enjoyed the silence, but it was ultimately provoking the religious freak, which made him punch-kill the man a few times, before having to stitch him back together each time.

As soon as they arrived at the grand doors of the Temple, Kakuzu punched the doors into shattering into dust, and the two of them attacked this Chiriku monk, only to get beaten to a pulp by his angry-Buddha power, or whatever that was.

Sighing, Y/N threw the coat to the side, knowing she would have to make some modifications to the size, and with a flip of the straw hat, she readied the sword, infusing it with her chakra. Activating her dojutsu for the first time in ages, she got behind Chiriku so fast, as if she teleported altogether, and summoning the thorny veins, she suspended the monk high in the sky from all four of his limbs, smashing him around, before she delivered the killing blow by impaling her sword right in his heart.

The terrified shrieks of the other monks, as they prepared to attack the woman, got erased immediately, as she summoned various large plants to go and go berserk, destroying the temple and ripping apart all its inhabitants.

“Bitch! I was supposed to sacrifice him to Lord Jashin!” Hidan screamed in anger, only for the woman to slap him away with a thorny vine, not bothering to answer, but automatically going in the direction of the bounty-collecting point.

“Y/N.” the woman heard her name being called out by the man, making her stop in her tracks, but was unable to look up at him. “What happened?” he stepped in front of her, realising that her vines were constantly slapping his partner away, so he could speak with her without interruptions. “What happened...?” she asked, almost mockingly, as she tilted her head to the side. “60 -... No, 70 years passed... How come you are as young and beautiful as you were the last time we saw each other?” he asked, wanting to reach out to her, but something was stopping him. Instead, he took off his hood and mask, almost as if to show her that yes, it was the same man from so many years ago. “The same as you, I suppose... Though, your hair is much longer, and you have so many nasty scars all over your body... Forbidden jutsus, experiments...” she spoke vaguely. “I heard you tried to kill Hashirama and you failed. I thought they killed you... But I guess you’re too strong, even for them.” the woman shrugged, looking away. “Didn’t you reach home?” he asked, dejected. “I got imprisoned that night. By the time I escaped, I killed everyone and dabbled in Forbidden jutsus. I became immortal without realising, but I regret nothing about that. By the time I was able to trace you down, you weren’t there anymore... And the Country of Flowers was in ruins.” he muttered, his hand reaching to the dangling flower pendant around her neck. “Yes. Takigakure may have gotten me, but Kumogakure, manipulated by Kusagakure, managed to lay waste to my Country... And they captured my family, experimented on them, from oldest to youngest.” she sighed, placing her hand over his. “They failed... And failed... And by the time they reached me, they succeeded.” she explained, sorrowfully. “Did you kill them?” the man asked, frowning in anger, relaising that all his promises towards her got broken. “No. They got themselves killed. Their experiment with immortality could only succeed if the subject did not want immortality. And they did, so they died in painful agony, as they deserved.” Y/N scoffed, remembering with satisfaction what happened. “But I’m immortal, and I have a country no more, so I’m just a lost pariah. I became a travelling healer and would occasionally protect smaller villages from outside threats... All I wanted was to die, but I didn’t know how... I joined the Akatsuki in hopes of finding someone strong enough to kill me already.” she spoke with such nonchalance that it broke Kakuzu’s heart, and immediately, he brought her to his chest and planted a kiss on the top of her head. “I let you down once. You must have thought I abandoned you. I’m sorry for that. When I saw your Country destroyed and all your relatives dead, I had lost hope of ever seeing you again. I was convinced you were dead too. But I won’t let you disappear again.” he promised, his fingers trailing through her silky hair. “...Really? Kakuzu, I was so alone all these years, it was awful, I don’t want to lose you again, I think I’ll lose my mind.” she looked up at him, whispering in hope. “You won’t be alone again, I promise.” he hummed, nodding his head, hearing Hidan’s screeching and cursing in the background, getting exhausted by getting thrown around by those damn vines. “Then... Can I marry you, already?” Y/N smiled softly, sneaking her arms around his neck, getting on her tippy toes to reach him. “There’s nothing stopping us now.” he smirked confidently, happy for the first time in his 90 years of being alive. “What about the Akatsuki and everything else?” she asked, slightly concerned about getting separated again. “I lost you once. I’ll be damned before I lose you again.”

[idvlover]

Hi! So it says in your bio that your requests are open right? So is it okay if I request ELVAN with an S/o who is like a kiter/rescue type that uses frisbee, it may sound kinda specific but it's just another survivor ability that I brainstormed about. Like they use a frisbee to hit the hunter in the head or like throws it like a balloon popper when someone is ballooned. Bonus if S/o has a lot piercings or tattoos. I AM JUST A SUCKER FOR EVLAN, understandable if you can't answer this and I hope you a great day!

Dw! I love ELVAN as well! 😄

ELVAN with kiter/rescue s/o:

S/o is the second rescuer in this relationship. This gives Eli and Victor a break since support roles are sort of backup rescuers if there isn't a rescuer on the time or the rescuer is chaired or sent out of the game

This also gives Andrew a break with the type of ability they have. Let's say the frisbee isn't exactly a normal frisbee. It's created like one, but it's light metal the round edges are very sharp that s/o must wear gloves to use it. Yet it gets the job done for popping balloons and stunning the hunter

And Norton used to be the only kiter in the relationship. He's pretty good at what he does, especially stunning wise but even he needs someone to take over for him (have you heard his breathing?)

Hunters LOATH s/o more than the other rescue/kiter survivors. They almost have the same vaulting speed as Naib, and the frisbee throws them off guard every single time. It's hard to see because it's already in their face or popped the balloons by the time they see it

This helps Luca out massively. Because if he does get caught, s/o is already at a good enough distance to stun. But... Sometimes the hunter drops him immediately when they see s/o or they have excitement ready to counter them

But to s/o, dropping him isn't an issue because this means they can kite the hunter away from Luca just so he can self-heal and getaway

S/o would emote dance to piss the hunter off more to make sure their focus stays on them

Luca tries to return a favor by shocking the hunter when they're holding s/o. Doesn't always work out, so if Norton is in the match, he'll do his best to give the hunter a long stun

Now s/o and Norton. They're always bickering about who needs to be kiting and who needs to be decoding

Norton doesn't want to pass kiting off to someone else because he feels bad. Despite s/o saying: "Norton. I have two roles and kiting is one of them."

At this point, s/o just shoves him out of the path of the hunter and takes over

"Let me take over."

"No."

"I wasn't asking darling."

They may have shoved him through a window. His neck hurts a little bit at least he can finally go get healed!

He sulked with them over it though. But he comes back around quickly and tells them he is thankful

He likes to provoke the hunter himself. So in duo's these two are doing a pretty good job at making the hunters angry. Especially with their dance emotes...

He and s/o have probably traded items before. It was funny because the hunter was extremely confused. They also begged the baron afterward to forbid s/o from getting ahold of a magnet ever again

Norton threw magnet when s/o was trying to body-block for him. Everyone in the match heard them scream: "NORTON YOU IDIOT"

When they get chaired and the hunter isn't camping. Norton explains to them why they shouldn't have body-blocked. While they're in the chair

His ass nearly got dragged after the match by s/o. It was entertaining to watch

Andrew and s/o normally stick together in matches because they are both rescuers and so they don't get confused about who's going to rescue

Plus, they both need help with decoding since all rescuers have decoding nerfs

They take turns rescuing and trying to be strategic about their abilities

But s/o has accidentally body-blocked for Andrew when he was in the dirt... Force of habit possibly

Now the hunter is targeting them because the biggest pain in the ass survivor is at half-health

Andrew pinched his nose and sighed afterwards

S/o was a little embarrassed

But unlike Norton, he actually frees them first and reminds them not to body-block if he's underground

Victor is sort of a weak kiter. So if s/o isn't matched with Andrew. They'll run around and try to find Victor. Protective s/o.

This is actually quite a relief for him. Plus, he likes having a decoding buddy

He's always sending letters to s/o that would help them in their current situation. He's even sent Wick after the hunter to help out their kiting

The amount of times s/o has snatched Wick while kiting is hilarious. Like suddenly they gain a speed boost protecting the dog

Victor feels bad when he fails to kite, so he tries to tell everyone not to rescue, but s/o never listens (the same goes for the others)

S/o gives him a reassuring kiss and pats his cheek telling him it's okay

He always heals them as a thank you. Plus, Wick will roll over for some patting

Eli watches out for everyone and is protective of everyone

He's always watching out for s/o too

Brooke Rose has saved s/o's ass more than once especially when detention is activated

Eli will remind them to let someone handle rescues (IF there is another rescuer on the team) and kiting every now and then

S/o would probably be in automatic mode and he would grab their wrist the moment they run. It snaps them out of the thought process and Eli tells them to stick with a little while longer until it is necessary they need to rescue or take over kiting

"Don't move-"

"Wait, wait, wait, let the other rescuer do it this time."

"But-"

"They still have tide. You used yours on Luca, remember?"

Saying something about tide is enough for s/o to hang back just for a bit

As for tattoos and piercings

They are all AMAZED by it

Especially if s/o is from modern times and the tattoos are extremely colorful and creative

Victor likes to trace his fingers over them. Andrew does the same

Luca likes to rant about how beautiful and cool they look

Norton won't say anything but tends to stare. Not in a creepy way, he's just admiring them in silence

Eli would ask if there is any meaning behind them. If not then that's completely okay!

He has a facial tattoo and wonders if modern technology has improved to where it isn't as painful compared to the stuff used in his time

They all find their piercings unique

Norton has one of his own on his nose bridge, I think? (Correct me if I'm wrong) He would probably ask for recommendations on piercings with maybe wanting more (might even get a tattoo if he ever leaves the manor)

Norton has probably made some piercing jewelry for them to wear

Victor finds it impressive that they have quite a bit of piercing. He loves the ones that have some type of birthstones in them. They just look wonderful on s/o

Luca loves them. He wouldn't get one himself, but he would ask Norton to make any piercing jewelry if he can for s/o.

He's asked s/o before if he could touch one of the ones that have parts that move around. Sometimes he does this to distract himself

Eli has thought about getting a piercing. But never really had the time to before the manor due to being busy with try to make money

S/o told him if they escape, they can take him and Norton to the shop they went to get it done. He said he would think about it, but for now, he's happy to stick with admiring their's

Andrew sometimes stares. Mainly because he's wondering how much did it hurt to get them or admiring any of Norton's jewelry-making if they're wearing any of it

[c-e-d-dreamer]

Happy Oct. 1 and the start of Halloween! Please enjoy this spooky inspired Nessian fic! :) 

It had been an accident. A complete and absolute accident. Cassian had agreed to host a mini Halloween party at his loft apartment. They would order food in, play some drinking games, maybe binge some horror movies. It was going to be fun, and Cassian simply wanted his place to look the part. So he had bought those fake spiderwebs and hung them from the lamps and across the curtains. He bought some fake skulls and plastic pumpkins to set about the living room and kitchen. 

And he simply thought it would be funny to draw a pentagram on the floor. It looked just like in those cheesy Halloween movies, and he knew Azriel would get a kick out of it. He even set some candles around it to really make it look the part, and he couldn't help but put on his best 'spooky' voice as he said some words he'd read in one of Rhys' musty books in his library, some language he'd never heard of but sounded cool. He didn't think anything of it. 

And that's how Cassian ends up with a woman standing in the middle of his apartment. 

Cassian has no idea who she is, but he can’t deny that she is breathtakingly gorgeous. Her golden brown hair is braided up into an intricate crown, a few wisps of hair falling against her temples and framing her face. It brings out the cut lines of her cheekbones. She’s wearing a form fitting dress, the black fabric hugging her curves and arms before it flows into a deep blue at her feet. But Cassian’s eyes get stuck on her eyes, as dark as night as they pierce into Cassian’s own. 

"I am the Goddess of Death, Princess of Decay,” the woman says, her voice seeming to boom and echo in Cassian’s apartment. “Who are you who commands me?"

"How did you get in here?"

The question seems to give the woman pause, and she blinks at Cassian for a few seconds. Cassian watches as her head tilts slightly, her eyebrows pinching. 

"Excuse me?" the woman asks. 

"I mean my front door is locked so I'm just confused how you got in here."

"You summoned me."

"I summoned you…?" 

Cassian takes in where the woman is standing, right in the middle of the pentagram, her too dark eyes, and the way power seems to radiate off her in a way that rumbles in his own bones. Finally, his brain catches on. 

"You're a demon." 

The woman crosses her arms, her weight settling on her left leg. She raises her eyebrows at Cassian, her face cold and unimpressed. It pretty clearly reads ‘no shit.’ 

“I summoned a demon?” 

“Are you asking me?” 

“I summoned a demon,” Cassian mutters, mostly to himself. 

“What are you expecting? Congratulations?” the demon-woman quips. “Look, just tell me what you want.” 

“About that…'' Cassian starts, clearing his throat awkwardly and rubbing his hand against the back of his neck. “I actually didn’t mean to summon you. It was an accident.” 

“Is this a joke?”

“Unfortunately not. But I don’t need anything from you, so I guess you can just go back to wherever it is demons live.” 

“That’s not how it works. I’m tied to you until you banish me.” 

“And how do I do that?” 

“You don’t know how to banish me?” 

“I just told you I summoned you by accident. I’m not even sure how I did that.” 

The demon-woman closes her eyes and lets out a long sigh through her nose like she’s trying to stay calm. Cassian can’t help but wonder what would happen if she doesn’t stay calm. Would she attack him like demons in movies? Are the representations of demons in movies accurate? Would it be rude to ask her? After a moment, the demon-woman takes a deep breath and smooths back her hair before settling her eyes back on Cassian. 

“So, let me get this straight,” the demon-woman says. “You summoned me by accident, you don’t actually have any biddings for me to do, and you don’t know how to banish me.” 

 “Yes,” Cassian replies, chuckling sheepishly. 

“Great,” the demon-woman mutters. “I was summoned by an idiot.” 

“But I can Google it,” Cassian promises. 

It turns out, Google isn’t that helpful when it comes to actual demons. Cassian tries various different searches, but all that he’s able to come up with is a bunch of television and movie references, a Buzzfeed article comparing different celebs to demons, and a weird article about making deals with the devil. Luckily, he is able to find a local witchy shop that’s only three blocks down from his apartment. Unfortunately, they’re closed and don’t open until the next morning, so he and demon-woman are stuck together for the time being. 

He had moved to the sofa when he started his Google deep dive, and the demon-woman had stepped gracefully out of the pentagram to sit on the opposite end. She hasn’t said anything since their initial talk when she appeared, and Cassian can’t help but steal glances her way out of the corner of his eye. She looks like a queen the way she’s perched on the cream colored sofa cushion. 

“So,” Cassian drawls into the silence. “Do demons eat? I can order pizza.” 

The demon-woman turns to him, one eyebrow poised. The look sends a shiver down his spine. He's not entirely sure it's out of fear. 

As it turns out, demons do in fact eat, as Cassian learns. He also learns that this particular demon prefers her pizza topped with veggies and that her name is Nesta. 

“Have you always been a demon?” Cassian asks, taking a bite of his pizza slice. 

“Seriously?”

“You’re the first demon I’ve ever met. You can’t blame me for being curious, sweetheart.” 

Nesta’s eyes snap to his, a scowl pinched across her lips. The expression pulls a smile across Cassian’s own face, which only makes Nesta’s eyes narrow more. Cassian’s fingers itch to reach out and smooth the lines between her eyebrows. The desire is so sudden that Cassian busies himself with grabbing another slice of pizza out of the box to distract himself. 

“First of all, don’t ever call me sweetheart again,” Nesta starts. “And to answer your question, no. I haven’t always been a demon.” 

“Then how did you become a demon?” 

“I made a deal.” 

“Was it worth it?” 

Something passes over Nesta’s face then, like ghostly fingers leaving a haunting trail against her skin. Her spine straightens like steel, and when her eyes meet Cassian’s again, there’s a guardedness to her expression that speaks volumes yet leaves Cassian with even more questions. 

“Most days,” Nesta replies simply. 

~ * * * ~

The witchy shop is decidedly less spooky than Cassian had envisioned, but perhaps that’s just his biases and what movies taught him coming into play. He expects cobwebs and weird animal parts in slimy jars, and maybe a black cat that screeches at him when he steps inside. Instead, there’s an aisle dedicated to herbs and another dedicated to crystals. He squints at the black scrawled writing of the placards declaring what each crystal is for. He supposes it would be a bit too easy if one just said ‘banishing demons.’ 

Nesta sighs loudly from over his shoulder when he picks up a candle to smell. When he glances her way, her arms are crossed and that scowl from before is back plastered across her face. Slowly, he turns back around and sets the candle back down on the shelf. 

“Do you mind?” Nesta quips. 

“Alright, alright,” Cassian acquiesces, keeping his voice down to avoid attention. Another thing he learnt last night was that only he could see and hear Nesta.

He heads for the counter of the shop where a young woman is arranging jewelry in the display case. As he approaches, the woman looks up and offers him a friendly smile. Cassian tries to offer one back, but he’s sure it must look more like a grimace. Once at the counter, Cassian clears his throat, shoving nervous fingers through his tangle of hair. 

“Hello,” Cassian starts awkwardly. “This is probably a weird question, but you wouldn’t happen to know how to banish a demon, would you?” 

“Do you have a demon problem?” the shop worker asks. 

“Something like that.” 

“Well, is the demon powerful?” 

Cassian looks over his shoulder to Nesta, raising a questioning eyebrow at her. In response, she merely smiles. It’s all teeth and the exact opposite of innocent. It stirs something deep in his gut. 

“Very,” Nesta bites out.

Cassian turns back to the shop worker. “Very.” 

“Wait,” the shop worker replies. “The demon, is he here?” 

“She,” Cassian corrects. “And yes.” 

“But how did she get past my wards?” 

Cassian’s gaze follows the shop worker’s own, to the silver trinkets that twist and clink together softly above the shop’s door. He can hear Nesta’s scoff at the suggestion, and he doesn’t need to be looking at her to know that she’s rolling her eyes. 

“It would seem they don’t work,” Cassian offers sheepishly. 

The shop worker gapes for just a moment before she turns on her heel, pushing past the beads hanging over the doorway to the backroom. When she returns, she has a box of crystals that she sets down on the counter, a bundle of herbs labeled ‘sage’ and a folded up piece of paper nestled on top. 

“You’ll need to draw a circle and set these crystals around it,” the shop worker explains. “Make sure you charge the crystals under the full moon and don’t wait. Do it the next day. That’s when they’ll be the most powerful. Burn the sage to cleanse and say this incantation, and you should be free of your demon.” 

“Great,” Cassian exclaims, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. “I’ll take it.” 

After paying and gathering his items, they head out of the shop. Cassian feels lighter already. They have a plan. Plus, the fall weather today is gorgeous and that always helps to lift his spirits, the cool breeze and canopy of yellow and reds above their heads. It definitely helps that fall and Nesta look amazing together, the golden rays of the sun bouncing off her hair. Cassian can’t help but offer her an easy grin as they walk side by side. 

“See? That was super easy. We’ll have you banished before you know it.” 

“And when’s the next full moon?” Nesta asks dryly. 

Cassian startles slightly at the question. He shifts the weight of the things he just bought to one arm and digs his phone out of his pocket with the other. A quick Google later, and Cassian takes in the date glaring back at him on the small screen with a frown. When he looks back up at Nesta, she’s staring back at him unimpressed, clearly already knowing the answer. With a roll of her eyes and what sounds to Cassian like a muttered ‘idiot,’ she takes off ahead him back toward his apartment. 

It’s going to be a long two and half weeks. 

-- 

And Cassian simps the whole time for those two and a half weeks. And there’s feelings. And Cassian makes a deal of his own to save Nesta’s soul. And they live happily ever after. 

[queensoybean0724]

Succession Chapter 1 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fic

Here is chapter one of my new fanfic!

Title: Succession

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader, OCs

Rating: PG-13 for language and intense scenes (for now, this is a slow burn, but it will get very hot and spicy in later chapters)

Summary: You discover a long lost relative from Moldova that you didn’t know existed has died and you are his sole beneficiary.  You are on board a plane to collect your inheritance when your plane crashes in a village in Romania.

Author’s Notes: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village.  This is a work of fiction.  Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter 1

The music blasted from the car speakers as you drove down the main road towards the highway.  You had your phone plugged into your car stereo, your favorite Spotify playlist on shuffle.  Despite the A/C being on full blast, beads of sweat formed at your brow and rolled down your temple.  You adjusted the vents on either side of you, making sure the cold air directly hit your body.  The song that was playing had you tapping your fingers on the steering wheel, your head bopping to the beat.

The fridge at home was close to empty and it was beyond time for you to go grocery shopping.  The grocery list was secure in your purse and you were determined to stick to the items on the list and not make any frivolous purchases.  Money was tight and you only had so much money left before payday next week.

The song shut off suddenly followed by your ringtone.  Looking at the screen of your phone, UNKNOWN stared back at you. Probably a spam call, you thought to yourself, reaching to press the red Ignore button.  Unfortunately, your finger slid at the last minute and mistakenly tapped the Accept button. You watched as the call came through and the seconds ticked off.  FUCK!

“Hello?” you greeted with a hint of exasperation in your voice.

“Hello, am I speaking with Miss Y/N?” a heavily accented male voice responded.

“Yeah, this is she,” you muttered, rolling your eyes.  You tried your best to avoid these calls, ignoring them and letting them go straight to voicemail.  Very rarely was it followed with an actual message, which was more than fine with you.

“Miss Y/N, my name is Ron M. Dathermi.  I am a lawyer residing in Chisinau, Moldova in Eastern Europe…”

You raised your eyebrows at that.  Moldova?  Who the hell was calling you from Moldova?  Chalking it up to a scam, you were about to interrupt the man when he continued.

“...I wish I was calling under better circumstances, but I’m afraid I have some bad news.  Your great uncle, Serghei Popa, has passed away from a short illness and has named you his sole beneficiary…”

You couldn’t help the amused huff that came out of your mouth.  This must be some very elaborate scam.

“Umm...sorry, but I think you have the wrong person.  I don’t have family from Moldova and I have never heard of this man in my whole life.” You were about to hit the End button when Mr. Dathermi continued.

“Am I speaking with Y/N, born on (your birthday) to (your father and mother’s full names) and the granddaughter of (your grandfather and grandmother on both sides of your family)?”

Your eyes widened at that.  “Yeah, that’s me…” you answered.

“I know this may sound unusual, but Mr. Popa was the brother of your grandmother on your mother’s side.  He was given up for adoption at birth and taken in by a Moldovan family.  He did not have a spouse and had no children, and according to the genealogy report I have before me, your grandmother and your mother are both deceased.  Your mother was an only child, yes?  It appears to me that you are the last of his living relatives.”

You pulled off the road and into an empty parking lot.  The information you were being given was a lot to handle.  You didn’t have that large of a family.  You were an only child and raised by your parents and both sets of grandparents.  Both of your grandfathers had died before you turned 10.  Both grandmothers died within 5 years of each other and your father and mother died of illnesses, cancer and pneumonia respectively, in the last year.  Grief was a feeling that you knew better than anyone.  You kept to yourself mostly and you didn’t have any close friends or a significant other.

“Listen,” you began, “you are correct about all of your information, but how do I know this is not some kind of scam?”

The man on the other end of the phone cleared his throat and the sound of shuffling papers met your ears.  “I can imagine that this information is sudden and unusual.  What I will do is send a copy of his will and a copy of the genealogy papers to your address.  I encourage you to take this to your lawyer and have them look over the information.  The reason I am calling is because I need you to fly to Moldova, sign these papers, and accept the monetary inheritance that he has left you.”

Your jaw dropped as you looked down at your phone.  Fly to Moldova?  Is this true?  The only thing you knew about the country was that a foreign exchange student from high school was born and raised in Moldova.  That about sums up your knowledge of the country. This seemed incredibly asinine and ridiculous.  But the word that settled in your train of thought was “inheritance.” What inheritance?

“Mr...what was your name again?” you asked.

“Mr. Dathermi, but you can call me Ron,” the lawyer responded.

“Ron...umm, how much monetary inheritance are we talking about?”

More shuffling of papers was on the other side of the phone, Ron clicking his tongue as he looked through the information.  “He has left you 53,806,746 Moldovan Leu...which translates to $3,000,000 in American currency.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!?!” you exclaimed before clamping your lips shut.  You heard Ron chuckle.  “I’m sorry, pardon my language. It’s just...wow...this sounds insane…”

“I can imagine it does,” Ron replied, “which is why I want to mail this information to you and have your attorney take a look at it so you know this is a legitimate will and testament.  If you would like, I can mail the information straight to your attorney if you are still leery.”

“No, no, that’s okay,” you said, shaking your head.  Your mind was whirling.  None of this sounded remotely true.  You felt as if you were dreaming.  This felt like something that only happened in books and fairy tales...a girl who had nothing and nobody suddenly inheriting millions of dollars from an unknown distant relative.  What are the odds of something like this happening in real life?  You gave Ron Dathermi your home address.

“Thank you very much, Miss Y/N.  I will send this as soon as possible.  I’ll also include my business card so your attorney can contact me and we can iron out the details.  Thank you very much, Y/N...I’ll be in touch.”

You thanked him as well and ended the call.  All alone in your car in the empty parking lot, you let out an excited squeal and started hopping up and down.

*

You adjusted the messenger bag that was slung across your shoulder as you heard the overhead speaker call for the boarding of your flight.  Taking a deep breath, you got in line, extended your ticket to the airport employee, and walked down the tarmac and into the plane.

Butterflies were fluttering in your stomach.  Your hands gripped your bag tightly as the flight attendant looked at your boarding pass and pointed down the aisle to where you were to be seated.  You had never flown before and your nerves were on alert.  Scenes from Final Destination flashed in your head as you walked down the aisle towards your seat.  Taking a deep breath and willing your body to relax, you located your seat next to the window and sat down, plopping your bag onto your lap.  

The small window was close to the wing of the plane and looking beyond that was a long expanse of grass that met a vast forest.  You were thankful that you had the window seat and your headphones so you could tune everything out and relax in your own little world.

Once the papers from Mr. Dathermi arrived a week prior, you immediately called the attorney that helped you with the probate and will from your parents’ deaths several months back.  He was more than happy to help, knowing that you were all alone in the world after your parents had passed.  Two days later, he called to inform you that all of the paperwork was, in fact, legitimate and that Mr. Serghei Popa was the brother of your grandmother.  He showed you the adoption papers, confirming that your great uncle had been put up for adoption and the family that took him in had relocated to Moldova when he was two years old.  He had remained in the country until his death.  Your attorney contacted Mr. Dathermi, who in turn secured a round trip plane ticket in order for you to come to Moldova to finalize the paperwork and collect the inheritance.

At the thought of the money you were about to acquire, another surge of excitement flowed through you.  Your parents hadn’t left you much after their death and you worked at a dead-end job that had no room for advancement and no possibility for raises.  All of these recent events sounded like something out of a fairy tale.

“This is your captain speaking,” the voice sounded from the speaker above your head, “we will be departing in the next ten minutes.  Please make sure your seatbelts are secured, your tray tables are up, and all electronics are off until we are at the appropriate cruising altitude.  I will inform everyone as soon as the coast is clear.  Thank you for flying with us and enjoy the ride.”

You fastened your seatbelt and laid your head back, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath.

“Don’t be nervous…” a voice sounded next to you.  You opened your eyes and looked over to see an older gentleman with wide rimmed glasses and a nice smile.

“Is it that obvious?” you asked, returning his smile.

“It’s pretty obvious,” he chuckled, “my name is Bruce Williams.  I’m the air marshal on board this flight.” You told him your name and shook his hand. “Just relax,” he assured, “we’ll be flying for the next 10 hours.  There are lots of movies and tv shows to watch on the screen in front of you, or you can listen to your music and read a book if you brought one.”

You patted your messenger bag.  “Yeah, I have a few books to choose from.  Thanks,” you smiled.

Within minutes, the plane had backed away from the tarmac, turned towards the long expanse of runway, and increased speed before leaving the ground and soaring up into the clouds.

*

The steady hum of the plane’s engines provided a relaxed soundtrack as you slept.  It was close to early morning, according to the clock on the tv screen, but your watch was still on your regular time zone.  It read early afternoon and that threw you through a loop.  You had heard that jet lag could be a bitch and you wondered how bad yours would be once you landed.  Bruce had passed you a pillow and blanket once you were ready to sleep and he assured you that your bag and belongings would be safe while you slept.

You were so thankful to be seated next to him.  Not only was he the air marshal, but he was a really cool person as well.  You two talked about movies and actually watched a couple of them on the tv screen in front of you.  Bruce was kind and nice to talk to.  The crinkle of crow’s feet around his eyes, his laugh, and his hair color mixed with hints of gray reminded you of your father...maybe that’s why you liked him so much.

You shifted in your seat and let out a soft yawn.  Stretching your arms above your head and arching your back, you wondered how much longer it would be until you touched down in Moldova.

“You weren’t asleep that long,” Bruce murmured.  You looked over to see a book in his hand and his glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom and then go back to sleep,” you replied, standing from your seat.  Bruce stood up and allowed you out into the aisle.  You made your way to the bathroom towards the back of the plane.  The cabin was dark with little lights dotting either side of the aisle on the floor. Soft lights were shining here and there from people reading, watching the tv screen, or messing with their phones while most of the passengers were asleep.

Once in the bathroom, you did your business, flushed the toilet, and began washing your hands.  The mirror in front of you showed a tired and weary version of yourself.  Some of your eye makeup was smudged.  You told yourself once  you returned back to your seat, you’d retrieve the makeup remover wipes in your bag and do away with the dirt and oil.

Just then the plane hit an air pocket and dropped several feet, throwing  you forward towards the sink and mirror.  You let out a shriek as the plane quieted and went still.  “God dammit,” you muttered, putting your hand over your heart, “that scared the shit out of me!”

Once out of the bathroom, you slammed the door shut and walked back to your seat.  You tapped Bruce on the shoulder and he moved aside.

You lifted the window shade and looked outside.  Natural light from the start of the day began to show.  The plane was amongst the clouds so it was fairly cloudy and hard to see.

“How much farther do we have?” you asked Bruce.  He shifted the book to his left hand and looked down at his wristwatch.  “We should be there in three hours.  I think we are flying over Romania right now…”

You nodded your head and thanked him, turning back to the window.  The clouds gave way momentarily and provided the opportunity to see the ground below.  Tall, snowy mountains came into view.  You smiled and marveled at their beauty, wondering what mountain range this was.  You cursed yourself for forgetting the basics from your World Geography class in high school.  Hell, all you knew about Romania was that it was the setting for Dracula and the real life territory that was once owned by Elizabeth Bathory, who allegedly killed upwards of 650 maidens and bathed in their blood.  You shook your head and smiled to yourself.  You really did enjoy some morbid and fucked up stories.

Your train of thought stopped short when a large and spacious castle came into view.  Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped.  It looked like something out of a Disney movie or from ancient castles that still sat throughout Europe.  The place looked like it stood on several acres of land and who knows how many square feet.  What a gorgeous and breathtaking place it was.  You wondered just what was inside a monstrosity like that and who was lucky enough to inhabit such a place.  Maybe there were castles in Moldova that you could explore and visit while you’re conducting your business.

The castle fell out of view and not far from it stood what looked like a village.  You were too high up to see any people or any traces of lights or torches.  You took everything in with total awe and appreciation.  It looked like a small and sleepy storybook town.

A sudden movement close to the village caught your attention.  You squinted your eyes and tried to look closer, pressing your forehead to the window.  What the fuck is that, you wondered.  It looked like a black tree, naked of leaves or any type of growth...and it was moving.  It looked to be swaying in the breeze, but the size of it looked way too sturdy for any kind of gust to move it with such fluidity.  As you focused on the tree, it appeared to be growing...getting closer to the plane.  Was the plane descending?  Were you getting closer to Moldova?

One of the branches of the tree slowly drifted to the ground before extending long and rigid, slinging itself up into the air like a bullwhip, hitting the wing of the plane.  The plane suddenly tilted as the slithering limb wrapped around the wing and broke it off.  You let out a loud scream as the plane turned on its side, Bruce falling against you, squishing you to the wall.  “WHAT THE FUCK??” Bruce screamed as yelps, shrieks, and screams echoed in the cabin of the plane.  Dozens of people were knocked from their seats, flight attendants falling into the aisle and rolling towards the cockpit.  The plane shook and quaked as it dropped several feet in a matter of seconds.

“OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!” you screamed, grabbing hold of Bruce’s arm.  The air masks dropped from overhead and Bruce grabbed yours, making quick work of putting it over your face.  “HOLD ON TO IT! HOLD IT OVER YOUR MOUTH, Y/N!!” he commanded, reaching for his own mask.

“THE WING OF THE PLANE HAS BEEN DAMAGED!” the pilot yelled from over the speakers, “WE ARE LOSING ALTITUDE! BRACE FOR IMPACT!”  People screamed and panicked, holding on to whatever it was they could.  Panic surged through your body as your fingers dug into Bruce’s arm.  The plane shook as it fell.  Your stomach dropped and it felt as if you were seconds from impact.  You looked out the window one last time before the ground came into view and everything went black.

*

He leaned over the body on the metal table in the lab of his factory.  He fastened the bolts with a wrench and tested the strength of the metal against the rotting flesh.  A soft horn sounded in the distance along with the various turns of chains and clangs of steel against steel.  He wiped the sweat off his brow and walked to his desk, looking over the blueprints and sketches he had devised the previous day.

Despite the different array of sounds, nothing could mask the loud crash that sounded off in the distance.  He lifted his head, silently trying to figure out what the fuck made that noise.  Leaving the body laying on the table, he exited his lab and made his way down the stairs and to the factory doors.  

With a grunt, he slid the doors aside and looked off into the distance.  Black smoke billowed from an area that looked to be close to the village.  Other than the crows squawking and flapping their wings in retreat, everything was dead quiet.  He looked off to the right just in time to see the long, spindly limbs of mold retreating back towards the earth.  Karl Heisenberg’s face tightened in a disgusted grimace.

“Mother Miranda...what have you done?”

[viouez]

First Snow | 1

synopsis. introductions are never fun, especially when between the eight of them, one of them is ignorant about the things behind the curtain.

pairing. bts x reader genre. angst au. hybrid!au contents. its only about 6651 words note. i again, like most of these, wrote this a bit ago, rewrote it, fixed small parts, you know? jjk main character type ego

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A slight sigh fell from the female's lips, head tilting to the side as she listened to her coworkers job explanation. She had already been given the rundown by the boss when she was given the job. Though, she wasn’t going to stop him from talking about his passion, a second listen never hurt anybody. 

She smiled widely when she caught her friend turning the corner, clipboard in hand to show her to the work area. He raised a hand in a wave and sent the other worker off, saying something about the boss needing him down in the labs. She wouldn’t question it. He turned towards her once again and gave a warm smile. 

“So, the boss has given you room twenty-nine, I think you’ll want a room explanation before you meet any of the hybrids occupying such a room.” Chanyeol admitted awkwardly, pointing back towards the rooms.

“That’s the newcomers room, Chan, I don’t think I’m educated enough to deal with them yet. I haven’t even finished my schooling.” she almost gasped out, hands gripping onto the boys arm

He only gave her a sympathetic smile, patting the top of head. It was very uncommon for the boss to put someone just hired into the newcomers room. They were some of the most hostile or violent hybrids that were into the facility. He just hoped the boss knew what he was doing by sending her in. 

“Thankfully, your job with the newcomers is simple. You’ll be the one who does checks up. Meaning, you’ll be the one giving medications, ordering their food and delivering from the cafeteria, at least three times a day, since you’ll be working until about six.” He paused, reading over the paperwork one more time

“I’m just the caregiver, then?” hopeful, she stood on her tippy toes to try and read the papers as well.

“If they need absolutely anything, you’ll be the only person they can go to. Its also your job to decide if adopters would be a good fit for them. You get to give the final decision.” finishing his reading, he motioned towards the door, “Let’s get you to the hybrids, shall we?”

She nodded, excited to start her first day, before taking the clipboard from the man. Her eyes raked over the words and tried her best to take in the information as quickly as possible to seem professional. She had this, she just had to start her first day with confidence and authority. This would be easy for her. 

Pushing through the door, she stepped into room twenty-nine. This is where she started her first day. She needed to make a good first impression. 

Without realizing, she stood froze in the door way as her eyes danced around the room. Seven males sat in a circle in the middle of the plain white room. Most of their heads were hanging down and their hands were placed, folded in their laps. This looked more like an AA meeting than a comfortable meeting space for them. 

She parted her lips to question the hybrids on what was happening before a male pushed through a side door holding a tray of medications. Having not noticed the female, the worker stopped in front of a hybrid who curled in on himself. The almost threatening glare of the worker scared the girl as he forced the hybrids lips apart, dumping the array of medications into his mouth. 

“Hey.. hey, what are you doing?” her voice came out, a stuttering mess, goodbye to that good first impression, “Stop that, what do you think you’re doing? Don’t grab them like that.”

This gained the workers attention, hand ripping itself away from the hybrid at the new appearance, “I’m just giving them their medications, what do you think I’m doing? Are you an adopter or something?” 

“I’m the new worker for this station. You can go, I’ll finish up here, thank you.” 

The worker only rolled his eyes and moved to place their medications back onto the tray before leaving through the door they came in from. She was truly shocked at how harshly the worker was treating the hybrids. That was completely unneeded. She was sure the hybrids would take their meds without violence. 

She sighed in relief that the worker was gone before once again sinking into her thoughts. She had just done that little show in front of seven hybrids, the ones she was supposed to be caring for. Her stuttering and lack of confidence probably did not give the best look. 

Trying her best to build up just a tad bit more confidence, she stepped into the circle of hybrids and hurried to the medications tray. She could do this, she knew she could, but now she was anxious that she gave a bad first impression. 

“You got this, don’t even worry about it. So what you got scared? Anyone would be after seeing that.. Right?” she whispered to herself as she glanced over the paperwork one more time, “Don’t chicken out now.”

From what she could tell, the medications they were being given weren’t really hybrid medications. Seemed more like meds you would be giving your actual cat or dog, not a hybrid. What hybrid needs flea medications? Could hybrids even get fleas? 

A lot of the ones she was seeing did differ depending on the hybrid taking them. A wolf hybrid within the group would be taking medications to calm down the alpha effects within their body, seeing as they are being shoved into a group of unknown hybrids. A few were being given anti-anxiety medications. One was being given heat suppressors, which was confusing, wouldn’t they all be receiving them if in a center?

Finally turning towards the hybrids, she swallowed harshly and tried to put a hybrid on the faces. She could tell who the wolf was in the pack, the intimidating aura gave that away very quickly. Some of them were harder to tell from the others, granted, she could just look at the list, but she wouldn’t be able to have them introduce themselves. First impressions. 

Stepping towards the one who she saw being manhandled, she glanced over the hybrids features, sighing when the red marks from the worker came into view.  She bent down a bit to give them the look over, finger trailing over the red marks the workers hand had made. She grimaced at the light whine the figure made at her touching, hand pulling back without a second thought.

“Would you like a drink? I’m sure you’re not feeling too well with what had happened. Taking pills with no drink sounds quite painful.” Y/N smiled lightly, waiting for a reply, hoping that the hybrid wouldn’t be too scared of her. 

Once the hybrid nodded, she returned the gesture and quickly walked over to the door the worker stepped into. When she glanced into the room, she furrowed her eyebrows. With a slight groan, she stepped back into the room and pursed her lips. She did have drinks for herself. 

It wouldn’t be too bad if she skipped out on them today. She’ll make sure to order some for them tomorrow morning. She wonders if they’d be able to give her suggestions for what kind of drinks they would like. Hopefully after this introduction, they’d trust her a little bit more. 

“Seeing as I don’t plan on asking the person from before, I’ll be right back, I need to grab everyone something to drink, okay? Don’t go too far.” She tried to joke around before she exited the room. 

It only took about ten minutes before the female was stepping back into the room, with Chanyeol. All the hybrids bodies stiffened at the sight of the man. She was smiling at him before showing him where to sit down the items she had brought. 

“Thank you so much, Chan, I promise I’ll ask about getting drinks from the cafeteria next time but the worker that was here seemed a bit too hostile towards everyone.” She mumbled, though the hybrids could hear everything she was saying. 

“I’ll have to talk to them about that. I can’t believe they would handle the hybrids like that. Disgusting behavior. But, next time you need anything, write it down and send it over in a text until we can get you a work phone, okay?” Chanyeol added on as they walked back towards the door. 

She nodded quickly and moved to push him out of the room, “Go, go! You’ll be late.”

Happy with everything, she walked back into the hybrid circle. Thankfully, Chanyeol was there to help her with the drinks. She had gone grocery shopping and decided that because it was chilly out, her drinks would be alright in the boot of her car. She was correct and glad she left them. 

She quickly grabbed one of the milks and stepped back towards the skittish hybrid from before. The second she held the drink out, the hybrid hesitantly took the drink. 

“I apologize for taking so long, I had to go out to my car and then Chanyeol stopped me. I hope your throat feels much better. Oh! I also grabbed some cream from my car for your face.” she muttered out, hands shoving into her pocket. 

Pulling out the cream, she put a small dot on her finger before glancing up at the hybrid. Once again, hesitant, the hybrid gave a slight nod and turned his head to the side. Gently, the girl applied the cream to the marks left on his face. 

“I read on your paperwork that you’re a Samoyed? I mean, your ears kind of give it away too.” She smiled as she pulled her hand back, “I used to have a close friend who was a Samoyed, she always had such bright white ears. It didn’t help that she kept dyeing her hair black and left her ears out.”

This caught the hybrids attention, “You’ve met a Samoyed before? I’ve never seen another one-”

“My older brother used to have a close friend who was Samoyed. She was always so active, I could never keep up with her. Always had such amazing stamina, my little chubby legs could never.”

She could only smile at the memories, she missed the hybrid. Her brother wasn’t too happy when it came to the topic, but he would talk about it if needed. She was taken away by a center because she wasn’t actually adopted. She was a stray he had found and decided to keep. When they found out, they took her away. 

“Her name was Mina. She was a lovely person!” happy to be speaking about her, she watched the hybrid sip on his milk, “What’s your name?”

“Oh.. I’m Jimin. They didn’t tell you beforehand?” The hybrid asked, quietly, almost unsure of himself. 

“It’s on the paperwork, but I would like to meet you guys how anyone would normally meet someone new, you know? I don’t care what they write on paper.” 

The hybrid nodded at her words, going back to his drink. She took this as a sign to move along and meet the other hybrids, not sure how long it had been since she started talking to Jimin. He was a very quiet dog hybrid, she wondered if the other canines were the same. 

She turned to grab another milk, glancing over the paperwork to know which pills were for the next hybrid. She knew he was a wolf hybrid, but they did not have the pills ordered correctly. If she knew they were this disorganized, she would’ve grabbed their medication herself. 

“It’s the one with the large red pill.” a voice pulled her from her concentration.

 Trusting the hybrid, she grabbed the cap of pills and stepped towards the wolf hybrid. She was not the best when it came to meeting new people, she had a good reason to speak with Jimin normally. He needed cream for his marks, but, the wolf hybrid was intimidating. 

“Thank you for helping me. The worker seems to really not like his job. He’s made it very confusing for everyone but himself.” she spoke softly, knowing wolf hybrids spoke more confidently when the others were more submissive sounding. 

Granted, it may have been a stereotype that she learned from schooling. She wasn’t too sure but she wasn’t going to test that logic either. Wolves seemed to be the most difficult hybrids to deal with when it came to tempers and aggression. 

The wolf showed no aggression towards her, she felt like she was safe. 

“The names Namjoon,” the wolf started, taking the items from her, “Yeah, he’s not the best worker here, you saw how he treated Jimin.” 

“I’m still really sorry about that. I was in shock or I would’ve spoken up sooner. I did not think that the workers were so.. harsh.” she rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly.

“Don’t worry about it, a lot of us are used to it. Jimin just seems to be his main target most of the time. None of us understand why. Maybe because he’s the smallest, but eh, not much we can do about it.” 

“I promise to try my best and not let that happen again. I’m your new caregiver anyways, he should stay gone. Or I’ll speak to Chanyeol again. He’s my friend, so, he should do something, right?”

She was speaking more to herself at this point, the wolf could tell. Though, he was confused about how she assumed Chanyeol was any better than the worker from before. He’s beaten the hybrids in the room. He’s done a lot worse and yet, she had no idea. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Namjoon. I’m happy to be your new caregiver. I promise to do my best.” she spoke out a minute later, smiling at the wolf. 

The hybrids in the room weren’t in a pack together, but he still appreciated her assuming they were. That means he would be making most of the decisions for the group. He had been here the longest and he knew the most, so this would help the group as a whole. 

Watching her step away to grab the next set of medications, the wolf glanced around the room. He caught eyes with Seokjin, only giving a slight nod his way. The hybrid dropped his shoulders in relief. The eldest was the most worried about the group, sensing that she was a very new employee. Ignorance is bliss.

She hesitated when she had to step towards the next hybrid, him already giving her a nasty look. Swallowing her nerves, she gave a small smile and held the milk out for him. 

“I.. I’m assuming you’re Suga? I think you’re the only feline in the room..” she whispered, the confidence draining from her body. 

The hybrid took the milk and meds, downing them within seconds. He shrugged his shoulders at her words. He wasn’t too sure why she was so terrified of him. He knew he had a resting bitch face, but he couldn’t do anything to her while she was here. 

“It’s Yoongi.” he spoke, licking over his lips, “Do you have anymore milk?”

She quickly nodded, moving to the box to grab another bottle for the cat. Once he got the bottle, he smiled at her to try and ease her nerves. The room was suffocating in them, he could barely breathe. She wasn’t entirely confused about the cat, but, she knew this was going to be quite the relationship between client and worker until they were separated into their own sections for hybrids.

“Yoongi? It’s pretty, means shine, a lovely name” She commented as she stepped over to the next hybrid. 

Taking a break from the hybrids, she slowly walked back towards the medicine tray. She had already met three hybrids who all had very different personalities. Jimin was shy and quiet, not too sure what to say whenever he said anything. It’s almost like he triple checked in his mind before he spoke to her.

Namjoon knew what he was saying and was confident in himself, she was surprised that he was even sent to a center, honestly. Wolf hybrids weren’t entirely rare to see in the hybrid world, but seeing them in a center was a rare sight. They would rather send them in the wild than in a center full of hybrids. Sometimes its too much for them to concentrate or create bonds. 

Though very much intimidated by the feline, Yoongi seemed to be a interesting one. Why did they give him a nickname like Suga? Was he returned from an adopter? He didn’t seem to keen on talking with her. Though, that could be a trauma response as well. Most hybrids go through trauma within just ten years of life. 

“Are you alright?” a voice questioned beside her, scaring her

She pushed away from the new voice, hand slamming over her heart in quick movement. She didn’t mean to freak out over one of the hybrids speaking to her, she was just lost in thought. 

“I am so sorry, I did not mean to freak out like that. I was just in thought. I have a bad memory, so remembering names is a bit hard.” she quickly moved to apologize, bowing slightly towards the hybrid. 

“You were just staring at the table, I assumed you needed a bit of help.” Namjoon sheepishly acknowledged, “It’s okay if you don’t!”

“No, no, please, they’re not labeled and I don’t want to mix any medications up. I appreciate the help, I do. Again, I’m really sorry for getting scared, I should’ve been paying attention.”

Shaking his head, the wolf smiled and quickly went to put the medicines in order for the last four hybrids. He quietly named off the hybrids breeds in order for her not to mix them up. She mentally begged that he did not believe she couldn’t do her job. She was just nervous and trying to remember names. 

“Thank you again, Namjoon, I get overwhelmed when things aren’t in order, I wish I had gotten the meds myself.” she admitted, muttering out a little curse towards the other worker. 

Once again shaking his head, he moved back towards his seat. She appreciated the help, seeing as she almost gave the wrong hybrid the heat suppressant. She was glad she wouldn’t be messing up their medications. God knows how upset Chanyeol would be with her. 

“Hi, uh, I want to assume you’re the fox hybrid?” quietly, she walked over to the male with the more pointed ears.

“Ah, yes, that’s me. My name is Seokjin, by the way, it’s lovely to meet you.” He was happy to take the items from her grasp, thankful for his meds. 

“Its lovely to meet you as well, Seokjin, I hope we have a nice time working together.” 

She couldn’t help the smile from appearing on her face, heart calming down. She was so worried to meet these hybrids and yet they’ve all been kind to her. Hell, Yoongi could’ve reacted a lot worse than he did, but he did introduce himself willingly. 

“I.. I like your hair color.” she whispered, nervous now that she complimented without thinking. 

“Thank you. I had just gotten it done before I was pushed into here. I think it’s a lovely orange shade.” Seokjin laughed at the compliment, thankful at a change in atmosphere. 

“Ah, compliment me next, please? Pretty please?” another voice cut in between the two of them. 

Y/N glanced over and caught the second dog hybrid pouting at the two of them. Nodding at his request, she quickly grabbed his things and came back over to speak with the excited pup.  She was happy that one or two of them were happy to talk with her.

“I’m Taehyung, but you can call me Tae, I don’t mind, I feel like we’ll get close anyways!” He spoke, voice deep but louder than most of the other hybrids she met already. 

“If you want me to call you Tae, I don’t mind at all. It’s a beautiful nickname.” She nodded at his words, opening his milk for him as his tail slapped against another hybrids chair. 

She wanted to question why he sat sideways, but she as not going to do that just yet. He seemed extremely comfortable with her already, she wouldn’t wanna ruin that. 

Grabbing the drink from her, making sure to be calm enough to not drop it, he quickly brought it to his mouth, gulping down the liquid. Without thinking, she tapped his wrist gently, whining at how quickly he drank. 

“Be careful, Tae, you’ll end up with a stomach ache if you keep drinking so fast.” she rushed out, almost thankful when he pulls the drink away from his mouth. 

Whining back at the worker, the pup listened and pulled the bottle from his lips, licking the milk that was strapped above his lip. She held the pill bottle towards him, tilting her head to see if he would be another willing hybrid, only to have the pill bottle pushed back towards her. 

“You don’t want to take your pills? Why not? They’re supposed to make you feel really good and make sure your body is healthy.” She frowned, holding the pills up again.

“You take the pills for me then if that’s what they’re supposed to do. Pills are no no’s, you can’t take them, they’ll hurt you.” He sarcastically commented after her

“Hm, okay, how about we make a deal then? If you can take all your pills, i’ll give you another drink, how does that sound?”

He took a minute to think about the deal. It was obvious she was trying to bribe him into taking the meds, but this is the most fun he’s had in a while with any worker here. Pursing his lips just slightly, he looked over the girls face and hummed. 

Seeing how hopeful she looked, he sighed in defeat and nodded at her words. Taking the cup of pills, he dumped them in his mouth and quickly drank the rest of his milk. Clapping her hands happily, she quickly moved back to grab him another milk, opting to grab a strawberry milk as a treat. 

Taking the drink, he was happy to take little sips this time, wanting to savor the drink. 

“So, I have a quick question to ask you, Tae, you know.. do dogs like to sniff hands like cats do? I know the full animal sniff the rears of their playmates but what do hybrids do?” She questioned with genuine confusion, looking away from the pup

“I do not.. and hybrids sniff as well, we just don’t sniff their asses like the full animals do. Also, Yoongi doesn’t do the whole sniffing thing either, he’s too mean, plus he has a sensitive nose, it always shows when Jimin and I are around him, but he never has an issue with Namjoon!” the pup almost vented to the worker.

She didn’t mind letting the canine to vent to her, she kind of found it cute. He did not mind talking to a stranger about the problems within the hybrid group. Though, she wasn’t surprised that he and Yoongi didn’t get along. Steretypically cats and dogs have never gotten along too well. Especially when they’re much older.

“I wouldn’t think he did, he didn’t seem so pleased with my presence, but it's something I knew was going to happen. And its nice to meet you, Taehyung, it’s a nice name, something unique.” She nodded at his words, stepping back towards the middle so she could move on, but still wanted to talk to the pup

“My owner gave it to me! she’s a really nice person, you know? She always gave me meat, so much meat, but then she stopped coming home, I think that maybe she was just visiting her family and they brought me here to watch after me.” He spoke loud enough so she could hear while she stepped away. 

Turning her back to the hybrid, she frowned lightly. This could only mean two things and both ways, she didn’t like the idea of him finding out one day. The owner either passed away while away from the house or she had given up ownership to the center. Both ways are heartbreaking. 

It wasn’t uncommon for hybrids to be taken from their owners either, it just seemed to more reasonable for someone to give up their ownership than the hybrid just be taken away. By law, it had to be a huge reason for your hybrid to be taken from you. Most places, the law passes over abuse, most mean trafficking or invalid adoptions. It was hard to learn in school, but one day it will change, everyone was sure of it. 

Without speaking another word about the issue, she found herself standing in front of another hybrid, softening when their features formed into worry, probably realizing what the boy next to him had meant by what he said. He looked up at her and frowned, mentally asking if she understood.

“Will they ever tell him what happened? He hasn’t stopped talking about her since he got here and its been weeks. He thinks he’s going back with her when she gets back..” The hybrid started, a low whine falling from their throat. 

“I don’t know when the center thinks would be the best time to tell him. I just know that when he is told, he’ll need some comforting. I know hybrids can read feelings and emotions a lot better than humans can, so, do you think you’d be able to help out?” she questioned softly, not sure how else to approach the situation.

“I could do my best. I’m just not too sure how much the poor thing could take. He’s like.. In love with the girl or something. It’s always Jieun this.. Jieun that. He never stops talking about her. Even Yoongi tried to say something and he just refused to take it as truth. He almost fought with the dude.. Taehyung did. Its weird.”

Not sure what else to say to the poor hybrid, she gently handed over the milk and pills. Maybe she’ll talk to Chanyeol about the situation and see what he thinks about it all. Hopefully when she gets close enough to the hybrid, she’ll be able to talk to him about it.

Taehyung seemed to be an extremely hopeful hybrid. It’s not something rare to see, but in a center it is. He seemed to be around her age as well in human years, meaning that he was old enough to forget all about child-like hopes and dreams. She’s curious about who his last owner happened to be. 

Unlike Taehyung though, Seokjin seemed to be a very calm hybrid. He didn’t seem to mind talking to her like they were old friends. He was nice to speak with, very well educated and talked as if he had been with a high-class family. She wonders why they would give up such a delightful hybrid. 

Feeling the atmosphere change, the hybrid in front of her pat her arm and got her attention, only giving a small smile, holding the cup back up towards her. They both knew the pup would be told sometime while here and they both knew that it wouldn’t be a pretty picture the minute he actually realized he had been abandoned.

“We’ll try and let him know slowly, so it doesn’t hurt him too much as he realizes. It’ll be a lot for him, but I think he’ll come out fine with a bunch of friends around him, you know?” she smiles, glancing over the canine one last time. 

“I hope so, he’s a lovely kid, just has a childlike way of thinking. He’s hopeful,” the hybrid shrugged, turning back towards the girl with a nod, “I’m Hoseok, by the way, It’s nice to meet you finally, I’ve been waiting so long.” 

She blushed, realizing she had been taking her time with meeting most of the hybrids, having talked to the five before him for over two hours. She hadn’t even realized how long it had taken her to introduce herself to them all. This is probably why she was a good fit for the job. She can have time pass really easily. 

“You’re a red panda, right? A rare sight to see.” She admitted, trying to change topics.

“I am! I’m quite rare on this side of the world, yes, I’m not originally from here.” Hoseok nods,

“They really don’t teach us about red pandas in school, you know? We learn the very basics about pandas. I don’t think I learned anything about red pandas.” 

Laughing at her comment, the hybrid shook his head. Of course it was rare to see red pandas talked about in schooling, they’re mostly only learned about when it came to natural habitat. Most of the time, they were taught in places like India and China, where you could actually find them. Not here. 

“I guess we’ll both be teaching each other something. If you don’t mind.. I would like to learn about hybrid things as well! We can be each others teachers.”  Hoseok smiled, hopeful.

“I would love that, actually. I would love to learn about red pandas. You are someone I take care of, I’d like to know more about you and your hybrid side. I’m sure there’s so much to learn as well. I’m excited.” She bounced on the balls of her feet.

Making plans with the hybrids was nice, she felt like she was getting along with mostly everybody. Standing back at the medicine table, she realized she only had one more pill cup left. 

Glancing over at the last hybrid, she swallowed. She could tell why the hybrid was sent into a center. It broke her heart, but she knew how people and hybrids were. If they didn’t fit the usual stereotype of the hybrid, they weren’t wanted or cared about.

Most bunnies had small figures, shorter in height, smaller in size, most were grey or white colored, and they had more feminine features as well. This bunny seemed to be quite the opposite. His shoulders weren’t the broadest, but he definitely looked more masculine than feminine besides maybe his facial features. He was built larger than most as well, seemed about a few inches from six foot, larger thighs and biceps, he looked more like a man than a boy. 

If she were seeing them from far away, ears hidden, she would assume the Samoyed and bunny were the opposite species. The pup had a figure closer to a stereotypical bunny while the bunny had the stereotypical body of a dog, she thought the stereotype breaking of both species was adorable. She loved the idea that you would be surprised seeing their species.

“The most rare breed of rabbit..” she spoke quietly as she red over the paperwork, glancing back over to the boy. 

How in the world did one of the most rare breeds of rabbit end up in a center? 

“Blanc De Hotot.. You are the most rare rabbit to exist. How are you here?” her voice came out weak, now that she was standing closer to the hybrid. 

No, she did not realize how harsh the comment came out or how wrong it could sound to any of the hybrids in the room. She was completely shocked that someone willingly got rid of him. He was the most rare. 

“When you aren’t sought after in sex work, they don’t want you anymore.” the hybrid spit, rolling his eyes are her comment, though, he was confused on how he was a rare breed.

“I’m sorry to hear that, I’m glad you refused such terrible work, I would rather be on the streets than to be forced to sleep with people I didn’t know. It’s a harsh business to work in, especially for hybrids.” her voice was barely audible by the human ear. 

He tensed at her words but kept his eyes down as he grabbed the items from her hands, allowing himself to take the medications. It wasn’t the fact that he hated the sex work, it gave him a place to stay while also relieving himself of anger or frustration. But once he couldn’t take the work, he was shoved into the streets, a bunny who had only known labs and then sex work from a young age.

“At least while you’re here, you can take care of yourself and then get an owner who will take you in with care and not with ideas of slaving you around.” She smiled happily, completely confusing the poor bunny.

He was going to be sold off to someone else? He had no idea they they took in animals just to sell them off when they felt like it. He left for a reason. He wanted to live on his own and become his own person. He didn’t want to just be sold off to someone else. He’d rather staying this room with the people he had gotten used to being around, people who would become his friends or family, people he trusted to leave him in his own room without bothering him. 

Anger built inside the bunny, fingers squeezing the milk bottle until the liquid exploded on both him and the worker, resulting in a small squeal falling from her lips as the cold liquid soaked into her clothing. He pushed up from his seat before slamming the bottle against the females chest, hearing the side doors shove open.

“Jungkook.. Please don’t.” her small voice came out, hands wiping at the wet feeling on her chest. 

“They plan on reselling us? They plan on taking us in and then shipping us off to some new owner?” He snapped towards the male, ears twitching at the anger radiating from him

“No, no that’s not what i meant, that’s not what i meant at all.” The female tried to calm the hybrid down as well, letting the milk drop to the floor.

His hands raised before she was shoved to the side, hands gripping onto the medicine tray as the bunny stormed his way towards a side door. She whipped around and faced the fox hybrid, eyes widened before she realized exactly why the bunny stopped being forced into sexual work, he had a temper, a bad temper. 

  The same worker from before found his way next to the girl, smirk filling his lips as he watched her realized she had to actually be strong around the hybrids. She only rolled her eyes, wiping her clothes with her free hand, smiling sadly at the fox, hoping his body would relax from what happened.

“You can leave. I’ll clean up here and try speaking with the hybrid.” The girl muttered, grabbing the milk bottle from the floor.

“There’s not way you’ll make it a week. Chanyeol was an idiot for thinking you were a good fit with this group. They’re a group of unwanted hybrids with bad tempers. You’ll figure it out. Ones already shown his true colors. Just wait.” the man spoke, smirk only widening as the girl stared at him.

‘I do not care who you are or who you think you are to be speaking to me like that. These are my hybrids now. I want you out of this room or I will be calling Chanyeol. Do you think he’ll take sides with his friend or some rude worker who attacked a hybrid and threw milk on his friend before trying to scare her off?” 

  She knew what she said was manipulative or against her own morals but she refused to let some man sit here and tell her she wasn’t strong enough for this job. She would not back down. This is the job she wanted and the job she fought years of school for. 

“Get out of my room.” her voice cracked as she spoke, but the fear now crawling up her legs was something she or the hybrids couldn’t ignore. 

The male instantly went for the door after her threats, leaving the girl to bend over to try and calm her anxiety down. How the hell she had the balls to say that, she will never know. It scared her thinking on it. 

“I’ll check on Jungkook and when I get back, I would like to know what you guys would like to eat or drink from now on. I’ll be ordering food from the cafeteria now and I would like for it to be something you guys will actually like.” she spoke, now quiet, scared she would sound too harsh.

Without giving any of them time to answer her or say anything, she made her way towards the door that Jungkook stormed off into. She took a deep breath, thinking about what to say when she’s in front of him. She hopes it’ll work out. 

“I’ll go in and try to speak with him, if you hear any commotion, please do come in after me, you have every right to manhandle me if anything is happening as well, I get I'm not strong looking, but I do kick shins really well.” she spoke to the other hybrids.

Knocking gently, she pushed her way into the room when she hear a grunt in reply. When she closed the door, she gently backed up so her body was pressed into the cold metal. This is her time to try and make amends with the hybrid. If he forgave her or not was not up to her, this would take time. 

  Now that she looks around, it looks like a casual college kids room. posters rested against the walls here and there, a laptop even sat on a nightstand. How he was able to have one, she wouldn’t question. Weirdly enough, the room almost reminded her of her older brothers college dorm when he was still in college.

“Why are you in here?” the bunny snapped from his bed, hands bunched up in his lap.

“Jungkook, I want to apologize for what I said,” she bent her head down, trying to seem less intimidating, “I don’t think you’ll be sold off if you don’t want it. I make all final decisions, If you don’t want adopted, I can refuse any offers made until you know what you want. I can’t promise you that the others wont want to leave though, that’s up to them.” 

The boy stayed quiet, watching the female as she waited for his reply. He wouldn’t be so forgiving, he couldn’t. He’s seen how horrible humans were. How horrible they would treat others and then how quick they would be to manipulate them into liking them after all of it. He couldn’t trust humans. He could trust Namjoon. Only Namjoon was trustworthy. 

“I do not want to be sold off into another family. It’s bad enough being treated like another slave here, I don’t want to be owned by anyone. If you ever sell me off, I don’t know what I’ll do, but It will not be pretty.” The rabbit snapped out, standing from his bed to try and look big.

He didn’t need to try and look anything when the female was shaking like a leaf in front of him. How little was she told when she decided to take the job offer? How little does she know about this place?

“When things come out of the dark, I don’t want you to change your mind about this. If you’re here to be a caregiver, you stay. You are not allowed to leave, you hear me? Chanyeol can make you think what you want.. but when you see the truth.. you cant leave.” 

hi <3

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don’t you forget about me | reader x jeongin

it’s the last day that you might ever see him again, so, to hell with it, right? (image from straykidsfilm on twt!) 

please read the CWs bc this fic talks about body image!! this is something close to me as well, and I wanted to share some cute innie love!! <3 

hey you reading this! you’re gorgeous ;) 

don’t you forget about me | reader x jeongin 

Pairing: self insert, female reader x yang jeongin 

Genre:  fluff n’ smut 

Tags: high school crush au (everyone depicted in this fic is at least 18), virgin!reader, virgin!jeongin, plussize!reader (i think this is the right tag, if not plz correct me!) first time au, cuties in love, softdom!jeongin, (hehe ya know I love me a soft dom), sub!reader, unprotected sex (stay safe cuties!) semi-public sex, nipple play (f), fingering (f), cumshot, somewhat of a quickie, dirty talking, lil bit of a corruption kink, cute fluffy undertones!

CWs: brief mention of a fistfight and blood/wounds, insecurity over weight and descriptive narrative about body weight/appearance and negative self image 

Word count: 7.1k 

Word had spread that someone had gotten into a fight on the last day of school.  Supposedly, it had occurred during the second to last hour of the day, and it was a group of three to four boys. The rest of the details had been unclear, but you had heard mutterings about their names, or how each of them had walked into the principal’s office with bloodied knuckles, fat lips, and purple bruises to their cheekbones. You had heard that one of them had laughed in the face of the principal, claiming that they simply had it coming. 

“I heard that they were from class A-4. Or was it A-3?” 

Your friend leaned over with her skirt ruffling on her plastic chair. 

“Who could be so stupid?” She strung her bubble-gum around her finger with cracked nail-polish. “Are they looking to graduate, or what?” 

“I don’t know...” 

In your lap, you hands grew clammy with sweat. It was against your will, but you couldn’t but help thinking...

Yang Jeongin was in class A-4. 

Your chest tightened thinking about if it had been him that had gotten in the fight. 

It was no secret that you had harbored a crush on the boyishly handsome student from the other class of your same year. You had read or seen somewhere that the reason that they called crushes “crushes” was because they did just that--they crushed you to the full extent of the word. Whoever had said that, you had learned that they were 100% right. Having a crush on Yang Jeongin had been the most painful experience of your life. Since middle school, it had been something that you had scribbled in your diary, and the reason why you would hold your breath when he walked by with his friends, or when you’d see him on the same bus as you. 

You can’t exactly recall when it started, it just kind of did. 

There was nothing extremely notable about him: he wasn’t his class president, he wasn’t the ace of a sports team, nor did he even have friends who really were notable either. No matter how much you pondered it, you couldn’t figure out what it was about him. 

Yang Jeongin was known for having a kind smile and a jovial laugh, so you just decided that it must’ve been one of these things. This semester he had ashy-grey brown hair, and your best friend still hadn’t heard the end of it from you. Over time, you had learned that he liked banana milk with his lunch and kept a fox enamel pin on his backpack. He had worn the same beat up sneakers for all of high school and wore this same grey hoodie on most days when it would get cold. 

A couple times you had imagined what it would’ve been like if he had let you borrow it on the days when it would mist on spring mornings, or when snow would fall early in November. There had even been times when you imagined him holding your hand, walking down the hall, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to hold you close...among other things. Somehow, you liked to think that he would be the kind of person who would love you more than you could love yourself. Granted, you never could know for sure. Being optimistic made up half of your fantasies. 

“Just confess already.” 

Your best friend had said half a million times over the course of the years. 

The more you had contemplated it, the less sense that it made. A confession would’ve been a whole lot easier if he had known who you were. 

“There's no way.” You had said morosely. “As if he would say yes to me.” 

“Can’t know unless you try.” Your friend smiled, sucking at her lollipop on the walk home. “Don’t pretend like you’ve never written him a confession letter before...” Her backpack hopped up and down with her arms outstretched animatedly in that alley decorated with vines. “...Where do you keep them? In your desk? Under your bed? In your sock drawer?” 

“Oh shut up!!” You nudged her, sending her spiraling out with laughter. 

“If it’s the last day of school, you’ve got nothing to loose! You’ll never see him again! If he says no, no big deal!” 

The clock ticked on the wall to your classroom, the seconds hand moving silently faster and faster the more that you looked at it. Under your desk, your fingertips pricked the edges of the pink envelope. You had written your the name as nicely as you could with flowery cursive with tiny flowers. On the back, you had sealed it with a sticker: an orange fox. 

Your throat grew dry seeing only six minutes before the bell would ring, and then the metal legs of chairs would scrape on the floor, the hallway would flood with students, and you would make your way to his locker and pray that he would stop by there. In many ways, just thinking about it was enough to make your stomach do somersaults and for your hands to wet even more embarrassingly with sweat. Your knees felt limp, and you wondered if you even had it in you. 

Even worse, a deeper fear crept in the back of your mind--it was much more venomous and horrifying, but you couldn’t keep it down. You feared that he would laugh in your face, throw the letter down, and throw his head back at you and how ridiculous your moment of confidence had been. 

How could be like someone like me? 

Perhaps your biggest fear of all, even greater than the rejection, was him admitting that he could never like someone like you. 

Your skirt was tighter on you than most, at least, tighter than it was on the other girls. When you would shop at the school uniform store, you could never escape the glares from the ladies when you and your mother asked for the larger sizes that they had. Your soft cheeks were plush and squishy, and your belly striped with stretch marks that you had stopped looking at in the mirror. Because it was more comfortable, you wore leggings under you skirt, even in the warmer months, even if it made you sweat. Oversized sweaters would swim over your frame, for the very reason that you could swim in them. 

As optimistic as you could be, there had been some nights worse than the others where tears would wet your eyes before sleep, no matter how many affirmations and positive sticky notes you had pasted to the back of your bedroom door. 

How could I like someone like you? 

It would be so easy for him to say it. Words flicked off the tongue hastily are the ones that often hurt the most. You just hoped and hoped that he had been everything that you had made him to be...as unrealistic as it was. 

The bell chimed, and you felt your heart leap into your throat when the room erupted into cheers and papers and desks went flying and screeching around the floor. 

“Are you ready?” Your friend winked, and the corners of the letter pricked your fingers. 

~💌~

With some stroke of luck, he was exactly where you had wanted him to be. Even then, some small part of you had secretly had hoped that he hadn’t just so you could walk away. You would’ve walked away from him, that school, everyone who had known you and just let it be. However, fate had been much kinder to you...damned fate. 

Your heart quickened upon seeing him. He was wearing that same grey hoodie with the drawstrings that he would tie into bows sometimes, and that same enamel pin shone silver on his backpack. You realized that it even looked almost exactly like the sticker you had used. His navy uniform slacks were dusted with dirt however, and one of the knees had a bit of a tear to it. In your horror, you then saw the scrapes on his face: one right under his eye, on his left cheek, and a thin red line on his bottom lip where it had cracked open. Before you could think of anything else, seeing how much it must’ve hurt him made your heart twist.

From your backpack, you drew out the rest of the stuff that you had prepared, and tried your best not to collapse from the way that your knees trembled. 

“H-hi...” You announced, head down, and mouth deathly dry. 

Yang Jeongin whipped his head over to see you, slightly startled. Up this close you could see his adorable brown eyes that even looked at if they glistened with stars in them. 

“...Hi?” He returned, closing his locker, and wetting his lips. 

Your heartbeat rang in your ears, and you quickly presented him with the letter, the carton of banana milk with the heart sticker on top, and the tiny case of animal shaped cookies. 

With eyes glued to the floor and his beat up gym shoes, you said the words as fast as humanly possible, “I-know-that-you-don’t-know-who-I-am-but-I’ve-really-liked-you-for-such-a-long-time-now-and-seeing-as-its-the-last-day-of-school-I-wanted-to-tell-you-so-please-accept-this!!” 

You waited for what felt like hours, then he took the items from your hands with a tentative touch. “Um...thank you...for this.” 

This was it. It was happening. You had already known that it wouldn’t get much better, and the way that he looked petrified only made you feel even more heat rush to your cheeks. Even then, now that the words had escaped your lips for the whole universe to hear, it felt good in some small, relieving way.  

“Y-you don’t have to say anything back. Please don’t...don’t feel obligated to, I just...” Your voice trailed, and your eyes wandered to the exit door behind him, and the green of the summery trees. 

I should just leave. It would be better if I left. If I walk away, this is all over...

The hem of your skirt tickled your nervous fingers, and you had nearly made up your mind. You wished at least that he would say something rather than just staring. 

“I-I can just...leave, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry...how could I think that...nevermind.” 

It took everything that you had, but you blinked the tears that stung the corners of your eyes and you hiked your backpack straps up a little higher. 

You motioned to the things in his hands, “I hope that you enjoy those things and...good luck at university.” 

You flashed a feeble smile for him, right back to his astonished face. Just outside of the exit, there was the rest of the world in front of you, and you also took peace in the fact that it really was a really nice day then. 

“W-wait!!” He suddenly said with a slight crack to his voice, turning after you to grab at your wrist too. As soon as he did, his eyes widened, the the gruff voices of a group of boys echoed down the hall. 

“Where is that shithead?? This isn’t over.” The tall boy from class A-4 balled up his hand into a fist, and smacked it into his palm. The tall boy and about three of his friends also had red knuckles and scratches on their faces, each to a varying level of degree. 

“Shit.” Jeongin bit his lip, and his grip on your wrist tightened. “Uh-can you come with me?? This way?? Fuck--” He nodded toward the opposite hallway, and your head spun thinking why he would want you to come with him. 

“What?? Why??” 

“Just--” He watched the boys coming frantically and hid behind his locker door. “They’ll beat the shit out of me again. Just....come on!” 

A nervous thrill sent a shiver down your spine feeling his hand and the warmth there while he guided you, pushing and parting the sea of bodies chatting and hugging each other goodbye. 

“Where are we going?” You called to him, and the little carton of banana milk swayed in his opposite hand. 

“I don’t know. Anywhere.” 

You followed him further and further, through the hallways that had emptied of students or any semblance of them. Shades had been pulled in most of the empty rooms, and the chairs had been placed on top of the tabletops of desks. Both of your shoes squeaked under the flooring when you turned corners, and the sound of his nervous panting became louder and louder. Where he held you, the sleeve of his sweater bushed up against you, and it was even softer than you had imagined. 

Jeongin pulled at several doorknobs, finding them to be locked, head turning to see if the group of boys had followed. At last, he found one that did unlock, and he threw it open on its hinges as quickly as he could. It was one of the storage closets for the theater department, and it was dustily coated on all surfaces and even moldy smelling, with not a window to be found. Jeongin flicked on the light, revealing the stacks of props and furniture that you vaguely remembered seeing in performances in the past. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pull you so hard.” Jeongin finally said. 

“It...it’s okay.” 

“If I got caught with them again I might as well kiss college goodbye...” He raked an anxious hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to fight with them before...” 

“Are...you okay?” You softened your tone, seeing the way that the pink marks on his face must’ve been made against the hard cement of the floor outside. 

“I-I’m fine. Thank you.” 

His eyes really did look like they glistened. 

“It...it’s really funny actually...” He shoved his hand into his pocket, fumbling with the contents with a shaking hand, then took out a crumbled piece of notebook paper that had been torn. “Take it.” He prompted with wide eyes. 

“Me??” 

“Who else?” He laughed lightly. 

The note had been written in black ink, and it smudged and bled to the other side of the paper, and the scribbled handwriting looked rushed as if it was an afterthought or some kind of crazed ramble. You unfolded it all the way, starting at the first sentence. 

dear y/n from A-2, 

you probably don’t know my name, but I’m yang jeonjin jeongin from class A-4, i wanted to write this to tell you that I think that youve you’re really  pretty, beautiful and that i’ve been kind of watching you for about a year now, i’m sorry if that’s creepy but, yeah, i just think that you’re really cool and i like it when you smile. i’m sorry that i didn’t say anythimg aything anything about this sooner, i was kind of shy about it to be honest, i didn’t want you to thank think that I was being disrespectful or anything like that, but seeing that its the last day of shcool school and I don’t have a ton to lose loose lose i thought that it was worth a shot. if this doesn’t go the way id i’d like it to, please don’t stop smilng smiling ♥

-yji 

By now, the boy from A-4 was swaying his body back and forth almost violently as he waited for you to read the letter and fiddled with his arms crossed. His teeth tugged at his lip, and he anxiously awaited for you to say something. Little did he know that reading his words you were so shocked that you were certain that you had forgotten how to breathe for a couple moments. 

“M-me? You mean this...for me?” 

“Yeah?” He advanced to take the letter back, “I’m really sorry if it’s creepy, I know that you don’t know me at all and we’ve never spoken, this must be really startling but...I wasn’t expecting for you to write me one too.” 

The adorable boy blushed and rubbed the back of his neck with a tiny growing smile. 

“S-sorry that I was so quiet earlier, I was just really surprised.” Jeongin flipped your letter over too, then gasped a little seeing the fox on the back. “Oh.” 

On the other side of the door, the loud and clambering footsteps of that group of idiotic boys clomped and they grunted among themselves asking where Jeongin had went. The two of you held your breath, and soon the voices receded. Once they passed, you threw your backpack around to scramble around the front pocket, pulling out a Band-Aid that must’ve been there for at least a year, but it still worked the same. 

“Here...do you need it?” 

“Oh! Um-no, but, thank you.” 

A silence filled the dusty room, and Jeongin awkwardly moved to sit on one of the old prop couches. He patted the spot next to him, beckoning you to do the same. 

“The timing...kinda sucks.” 

You laughed slightly, “That’s sort of my fault.” 

“--My fault too.” He quickly added. “I’m sorry that I didn’t get the chance to know you sooner. Maybe we could’ve...” Jeongin dug his fingers into the velvety upholstery. 

Slowly, your sinking insecurities started to creep like vines with thorns, and the words spilled out of your mouth before you had something to do with it. 

Maybe he’s just being nice? Are you really certain that letter was meant for you? 

“I guess that I’m just really surprised that you of all people could end up liking someone like me. Someone...that looks like me.”

The young boy cocked his head with his eyebrows confusedly crossed. “I don’t see what you mean?” 

“‘Cause I’m like...” You motioned to your thighs, a bit chubbier, your larger breasts, and your skirt riding up your legs too. “...like this?” 

“But there’s nothing wrong with you?” 

“Psh...”nothing wrong with me”...” You laughed with sarcasm at the comment. “Have you seen the other girls in the school? Some of them are frickin’ idols for crying out loud...” 

Jeongin’s eyes widened, and he scooched in a bit closer, but slowly; carefully. “What I’m trying to say is...that there’s no one else like you! And--” 

“--That’s exactly it. I’m not like everyone else...” 

Jeongin blabbered, and his hand found yours resting on your lap. “I-I’m not s-saying that’s a bad thing! I’m saying that the reason why you stood out to me was because I think...” He shied, cheeks becoming even rosier. “...Because you just seemed so happy all the time, like, you didn’t care what others did or thought of you, I could tell, even from kind of far away, that you were someone who’s real not some kind of made-up thing that you put on every morning for the rest of the world to see you as. Also...” He giggled, “I just thought that you were really cute too.”

His thumb brushed up against the back of your hand, and you couldn’t help but smile at the small feeling. 

“I mean...I do think about what people think of me, I think about it all the time...” 

“I do too.” He said quietly. “Why else did I let it get so far that I let four guys gang up on me outside school?” 

You didn’t press him for more, but merely let your opposite hand rest of top of his as you watched his expression fall. When he was in school, you had only ever seen him smile, but now seeing him like this, it was a whole other side. He looked up at you with his pleading eyes, and they were utterly gorgeous. 

“My mom...my mom doesn’t make a ton of money. She barely makes enough to send to me school here, or buy me stuff like new clothes or uniforms each year. I almost never see her because she has to work so hard for me and my brothers...those...assholes had something to say about it and I kind of...snapped. No one can say shit about my mom when they don’t know how hard that she works for us.” 

Your eyes fell to his scuffed and worn sneakers, and it all made sense. 

“Then they found the letter...I didn’t want them to ruin the last good thing that I had going for me.” 

In that moment, the whole world became silenced. You were the last good thing going for him and you had never even known. 

Then, he smiled, broken as it was, bit it was still embodied his gentle warmth that you had fallen in love with all those years ago. 

“But! It turned out okay I think.” Jeongin said with a sigh. He glanced down at your interlocking hands on your lap and chuckled a little bit. “Kinda cool that this worked out though. Maybe we could spend the summer getting to know each other?” 

This time, you let one of your happy tears drip down your cheek, and nodded gleefully. “Okay. I’d like that.” 

Jeongin smiled, just as you had seen him do it a hundred times, but this time you knew that it was all for you. 

“Can I...can I kiss you? If that’s okay? I-I’m sorry if this is really forward...I just...really want to.” He asked gently, then wiped away your tears with the pad of his thumb. 

You nodded, feeling  your whole body shake just a little with your nervousness and anticipation. The world appeared to melt away once he had leaned in to press his lips on yours as softly and as carefully as he could. In that moment, you had forgotten where you were, what time it was or the rest of the beautiful summer day outside the doors of that school. Here, it was just you and him. Embarrassing as it was, this had been your first kiss too. Your mind raced with a million thoughts, asking yourself if you had been doing it right, but once you felt him smile lightly into you, your chest shivered with a sense of relief. 

You had never expected kissing to feel like this, and it was a bit strange feeling something so close and intimate right on your own skin. At the same time, it felt like nothing else in the entire world had, and you only wanted more and more of it. He was cautious and respectful in the way that he had tilted his head, and loving how he had cupped your face with his hands cracked and bruised. You didn’t know where to put your hands at first, but settled one hand on his thigh, and the other on his shoulder where you tugged at his white button up stained with dirt. 

He too shook with a sigh, readjusting himself, then ran one of his hands down your arm to hold your hand were it rested on him. He tangled your fingers together, and made a tiny little gasp feeling you connect with him. In seconds, he allowed himself to grow rougher, running his lips over yours with a type of fervency that teased at your bottom lip where you felt the warmth of his tongue. It took no more consideration, and you gave him the permission to meet the heat of his tongue with yours between parted lips now becoming a bit swollen. 

Jeongin broke your connection for moments, and a different kind of haze took over his eyes. The way that he looked over your quivering lips sent shivers through your whole body, and he dragged his thumb over the tiny streak of saliva that shone on your lip. 

“Is it okay if I touch you? In other places?” His eyes fell, and you giggled at the way that a kind of lust-filled hunger seemed to overtake him. For years you had fantasized about him ravishing you like this, and giving love to every inch of your body no matter how hard it had been for you to do that same to yourself. Still, as hesitant as you were, you feared that he would get a taste of all of you, and still change his mind. 

“Really?” You stammered, instinctually crossing your arms around your chest. “You don’t think that I’m gro--”

“If you’re about to say “gross” don’t.” His expression became much more serious. “I-I’ll say it again a million more times if I need to: you, all that you are, is what I’ve been thinking of for so long, I’d love to touch you wherever you’ll let me.” 

This time, you didn’t know if the tears were happy or sad, but regardless, the fat drops still fell down your cheeks. 

“--And you can say no too. If you’re not comfortable, we can just keep doing what we were doing...there’s nothing wrong with that at all.” 

The dim yellow light in the room buzzed, and you had recalled all the many number of times that you had pictured the very scene about to occur. On lonely nights, you wished to have felt his hands all over you, and now, they really could be. 

“What do you say?” He asked, and squeezed your hand along with his. 

“Can we...go slow with it? I’ve never...no one has ever offered to--” 

“Of course we can.” He smiled adorably, which was a bit odd considering what he had just proposed. “But...I didn’t hear you say yes?” 

“Yes.” You quickly added with a nervous inhale, but held his gaze with your assurance. “I-I want you to.” 

The boy from the other class grinned, then took to carefully running his hands down your arms once more, and craning his neck to plant sweet little kisses into your neck: the stimulation from which made you whimper out of your own accord, and he giggled upon hearing it. 

“You like that?” He whispered greedily, then continued sucking a little harder. Jeongin shrugged down your sweater from the collar, and his wandering hands circled little rubs into your bare arms. 

Next, his fingers crept up slowly and cautiously at the bottom of your shirt, testing at first, but not pulling up the fabric all together. His cold fingertips buzzed on your skin in that drafty room, and he brought his lips back up to yours, also making tiny trailed gasps as he crept up all the way to your breasts. The moment that he touched them, both of you appeared to shiver on each other’s bodies, and your kisses grew even needier. At first he cupped over the padding of your bra, kneading and squeezing to play with the way that they jiggled slightly then pulling a bit harder, and relishing the way that they filled up his palms. 

“Does this feel good?” Jeongin asked on your lips and you nodded back immediately. 

The two of you leaned back on the aged couch, and the young man cradled your head to guide you into the cushion of the upholstery. He admired you for a few moments under him with one leg between your thighs and the other supporting himself and slipping a little on the cement floors. His thigh was just close enough to the heat of your arousal between your legs, and it ached and throbbed so badly, you were convinced you had never felt a feeling as intense as this. He leaned in closer, and pressed the muscle into your clit, and a muffled moan caught on your lip that surprised even him. 

“Can I touch you even closer?” He asked, and those ashy grey-brown strands of his dipped over his eyes. 

“Y-yes...please.” You found yourself begging, and he mischievously grinned at your desperation. 

Under the cotton of your shirt, his fingers slipped under the padding of your bra to toy with your breasts directly. He kissed even more tiny quaking breaths into your mouth, finally finding your hardened nipples and tweaking them with his thumb and index. He pulled lightly at them, making your buds even more sensitive. You cried out with a helpless “ah!” and he stopped, worry across his face as if he had hurt you. 

“F-feels really good. Don’t...don’t stop please...Jeongin...” 

Absentmindedly, your hips had started to grind against his leg, and he had taken notice of it too. Had you been a bit more attentive, you could’ve seen the way that his member had swelled in his navy slacks, and throbbed, begging for attention too. 

You could barely watch, but he hiked your shirt up, baring your cushy tummy for him to see only and you threw your embarrassed arms over your face. As long as you had kept the evil words at bay, they were much more seductive than any affirmation you could’ve repeated to yourself. 

“Oh-are you okay?” Do you want me to stop?” The young boy immediately stopped and removed his hands. “Did I do something wrong?” 

“N-no...it’s just...I’m really nervous be-because I’m--” 

He sighed, then pulled your shirt down once more. “I can stop doing that for now. But...I just want you to know...I think that everything about you is even more beautiful than you know and these...imperfections--which they’re not--is everything that drives me crazy. Please don’t think that I see you negatively at all. I promise that I want to make you feel good everywhere.” 

“Mm-okay.” You shook with a heavy sigh. “You aren’t...disappointed or anything?” 

Jeongin pressed a simple kiss onto your upper lip with a smile “Disappointed? Why?” 

“Because I don’t want--” 

“--No?? I’m not disappointed at all! You don’t owe me anything at all! Especially when you’re not comfortable with it.” 

“Hm, thank you.” 

He continued with a tiny grunt, lowering himself even closer to you, “Can I please kiss you some more?” 

You allowed him, with the warmth of your kisses' meeting in the middle. The heat in your pussy pooled even greater, and you grinded further, thirsting for him in ways that felt forbidden. For a brief moment, you felt the fear seeping back in, head racing with the dozens of thoughts that he might have if he were to see your stretch marks on your belly and on the top-parts of your thighs. The more that you found desire for him, the less that you were convinced that he wouldn’t desire you as much as you did him. 

“Do you want...I can touch down here too?” Jeongin hushed, breaking for a minute to hold your eyes earnestly. “Would that be okay?” 

He had noticed the way that you had pathetically rubbed into his leg, and this too sent your hands over your shy face. 

“M’ sorry...I can’t help...it feels good too...” 

“Don’t apologize! I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel the same way.” Your crush smiled with his eyes smiling in the same way. “You can...probably tell.” 

“--But...what if you don’t like it?” 

He cocked his head, “Like what?” 

Your lip quivered and you found tears stinging your eyes once more. “Don’t like..m-me? What I look like?” 

“What!? Y/n...my head is like frickin’ spinning thinking about what you look under these clothes--can you please believe me?” 

“It...it’s hard to...” Fat tears came waterfalling down your cheeks, and once again the young boy fully stopped his advances. 

“The fact that I’m here with you, kissing you like this after daydreaming about it for so long...there’s nothing more that I want than to make you feel good right now. Trust me.” 

“A-are you sure?” 

“Y/n. I’m 100% sure. And you don’t--you don’t have to even take this off if you don’t want to...” He toyed with your skirt. “But these might get in the way.” He ran both of his hands up and down your thighs and leggings with flat palms, and you felt your whole body ache for more than just that. “Again, we don’t have to if you don’t want.” he gave you a reassuring smile, “We still have the whole summer--” 

“I do!! I...still do...” 

Your quick answer started the both you, but Jeongin still didn’t advance faster than what was comfortable to you. Instead, he carefully snaked his hands up and under your skirt, finding the elastic of the leggings then pulled. 

His eyes blew out, enamored, seeing your bare skin, and he wetted his lips too seeing the way that your underwear had glistened with your essence. It was against your will, but you had soaked through your panties which he had swiped over a couple times accidentally, and the action itself sent an aching quiver to your untouched bud. You watched his every move has he angled his hand to ghost over the wet fabric, making you squeak from the new sensation. After, he found the band to your panties, pulling them down too. 

“Wow.” He gasped, seeing the way that your bud twitched. 

Jeongin dipped his fingers into your wetted folds, teasing at first. 

“Woah.” He said with a little gasp. “You’re really...” 

You stifled a moan with your lip, feeling your cheeks grow even warmer as his digits slicked with your arousal. “I-I know...I’ve never like, done anything like this before.” 

The young boy’s thumb grazed over your clit, eliciting an immediate response, and your heels went digging into the cushion of the couch. 

“This is your first time?’ He asked gently, two fingers now filling up your entrance. 

The best you could, you tried to remain quiet, but the harder and deeper that he had advanced, the harder that it became. Your eyes wandered, right to the pressure he had created under his belt loops, and you wondered furiously what he would’ve felt like inside of you; if he could stretch you out, or what it would have felt to just be like that with another person. 

Jeongin admired the way that your face scrunched up with a prideful little smile, and loved every minute of the way that your mouth would form airy “oh’s.” 

“You like feeling my fingers inside of you? Fucking right into your wet pussy?” 

His gaze held a lusty glaze seeing the way that your eyes blew out upon hearing his dirty words, and it only seemed to make him throb even harder himself. 

“Y-yes...” You mewled, reaching out grabby hands to hold yourself steady on his shoulders, the other going to tug at his belt. 

“I-I wouldn’t mind if you...you know...” 

Jeongin rolled his body over yours, attaching his lips with yours once more just to let the words stick on your tongue. “You want me to fuck you?” 

“Only-only if you want to--” You could barely get the words out feeling your thighs to shake as he coaxed your nearer and nearer with his thumb rubbing circles over your enlarged button. 

“Of course I want to.” He assured you with even more kisses. “Are you sure?” 

You hooked a couple of your fingers to pull out his black leather belt from its confines, muttering a tiny “yes.” 

Jeongin carried out the rest of your job for you, going to quickly clink the metal of his belt away, tossing it to the cement floor haphazardly. From the boxers that he wore, there were a couple little wet stains, and the outline of his dick protruded thickly. Seeing it like this awakened something in you, something primal and feral that wanted nothing more to be connected to this boy and to have him spread you out until you could barely breathe. It was a horribly naughty thought, but as shameful as you felt, it was just as thrilling. 

The boy sprung free his erect member, pink and dripping with his pearly pre-cum, and pumped at it a couple times, eyes raking over your whole body in the way that you had only ever dreamed of. 

“This is actually...my first time too.” 

He had said the words coolly, almost like he didn’t care at all about them, but you had assumed he had done so to keep you from worry. 

“Oh fuck--” He muttered, taking his left hand to reach under your shirt once more and play with your breast roughly. “God, I can’t believe that this is happening.” 

You coyly hiked up your skirt a bit higher for him to get better access, but not all the way, just as far as you could feel comfortable. 

“I might’ve thought about this a couple times...” Jeongin said with a tiny smirk, then slowly dipped his hand back down to wet his fingers with your arousal, then coat it around his length. When he did so, he let out an unapologetic groan that wavered out of his mouth and filled up the room beautifully. 

“I’m gonna go slow, okay? I feel like I heard somewhere that it can kind of hurt for you the first time?” 

You nodded out quickly to let him know, finally becoming impatient enough to claw at his arms all wrapped up in that grey hoodie of his. 

He leaned down one final time, kissing you over before aligning himself with your pussy, kissing down your jaw, then to your neck where he buried his head as he lead himself into you. His arms shook where he held himself up, and the two of you shuddered at the feeling at last: that euphoric, tight, unreal feeling that you shared for the first time. 

You whimpered out, digging your nails into his back, and his breath hitched in his throat too. 

“I-its...s-so..tight.” Jeongin barely got the words out, but merely let himself throb around your velvet walls for a moment. “Y-you okay?” 

“Mmhm.” You said, barely able to get more words out than this. 

Truthfully, it did hurt just a little, but not as much as you had pictured it to be, but it was more like a pressure, and it only grew heavier as you got used to him. 

Jeongin started to thrust his hips slowly, even painfully so, but he maintained his pace dragging his hips over yours. He filled you up so fully it was unfathomable, and his length pressed up against your deepest spot, sending a kind of electricity through your whole body. 

He settled into a rhythm, finally getting comfortable enough to return back to your mouth to slick his tongue across yours, and cradle the side of your face in his hand. You let little whimpers fade into his mouth, as he did for you, and after long, he had decided to speed up just slightly to milk himself off with your tight walls. To your surprise, he reached his hand back down to your clit to rub at it erratically. His pattern made little sense, but compared to how he had been stimulating you deep inside too, you could barely hold on. 

Jeongin grunted, biting into your lip with a trace of teeth. “I-I want you to c-cum first--I can’t...I can’t--” 

Before you could even understand what he had said, the young boy snapped his hips harder, eyes closed and tiny bits of sweat forming on his brow. The pads of his fingers pushed harder, and you found yourself spinning even closer to an orgasm by his hand, the thought alone was enough to fulfil your deepest fantasies. 

“I want you to cum all over my dick for me, okay? Sh-shit...” 

“Jeong--” 

“God, you’re...fuck...” He laughed a little. “I really really like you y/n. I really...” 

It was as if the words had been stolen right from his mouth, and his voice had abandoned him, but all he could do was press harder, faster, glide his hips over you rougher...

“M’ gonna--” You gasped out with your whole core tightening into a knot that was just about ready to snap. The pressure behind your clit was intense and burning, and you became light-headed nearing the brink. 

All at once you came with a searing and inexplainable white heat--much more intense than you had ever felt before in your whole life, and every single muscle in your body quaked as you did so, and you threw your head back to that dusty cushion of the couch. Your eyes rolled back on their own accord, and the best that you could do to muffle your moans was throw your hand over your mouth--which was quickly removed by the young man to do the job himself. 

Your thighs violently shook and you felt yourself tighten around him. He too strung out explicatives as if they were the only words that he had known. You breathed out shallow gasps into his palm, and soon he tore himself out of your walls with incessant breaths, only having to jerk himself off for a few moments before his swollen tip burst with the white strings of his cum. He continued jerking himself as such until he had nothing more to give, and his own thighs shook where he had straddled you. You could feel his warmth on your thigh and the way that it dripped and slicked with the sweat of your leg. 

Jeongin’s entire face flushed with pink, and he stammered out realizing the mess that he had made all over you. 

“I-I’m so sorry...I-I didn’t realize, I wasn’t thinking...I just...” 

While it was a predicament, you mustered the best smile that you could for him, secretly and utterly loving the way that it felt on your bare skin.   

“I’ve got...I can figure something out--” 

“--Jeongin?” 

His attention snapped back to you in your afterglow, and you could practically see the boy melt right then and there. 

“--Don’t worry about it.” 

Just as he had been before, his smile creased into a shy and awkward little line, and he could barely hold your eyes. After the initial embarrassment, he couldn’t help himself but admire you.

“Hey Y/n?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I don’t know if you’ve ever heard this before, but I really do think that you’re perfect. If not perfect for yourself, I hope that I can show you how you are to me. You’re perfect for me. You’ve always been.” 

“So have you.” You admitted to him in that cobwebbed room that held all kinds of forgotten trinkets and items. 

“And thank you for giving me your letter too.” Jeongin raised the back of your hand to his lips where he placed a chaste kiss, then helped you carefully back up as to not make a mess of your skirt with the white staining your leg. 

Your crush smiled, then let out a gleeful exhale, “I can’t wait for this summer.” 

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Nurse Din

Relationship: Din Djarin x Reader Warnings: N/A, just fluff! Summary: You seem to be coming down with a cold so the Mandalorian takes on a new role: a nurse. Based off the prompt: person b pressing their forehead against person a's forehead to check if they have a fever. A/N: this is one of the last fluffy one shots (i have a whole Din series i never posted on here...yet.....along with some smut.........will be posted at some point i promise) I have for my Mandalorian writing and honestly? I miss it. I will be writing for the Mandalorian again because idk it was just a nice time. I liked letting myself explore that world and characters :)

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You woke up just feeling… bad. Your muscles were aching, your stomach was doing somersaults, and… oh, Maker, was that a burn in your throat?

"Ugh," you tried to groan at your disheveled state but it came out more like an aggressive cough which certainly did not help your throat.

You squirmed on the cot, taking advantage of the fact you were alone as your husband was already up doing whatever he did. (Okay — you did know his schedule but your uncomfortable state was preventing you from registering anything. You were just thankful you weren’t cramped together with him in this state.)

You were just starting to drift back to sleep as your heavy eyelids finally caved in from staring at nothing when something gave out a little coo next to you. Reluctantly, you peaked over your shoulder and came face-to-face with the small green child you had come to adore — well, he was adorable when he wasn’t waking you up.

"What?" You grumbled, your tired voice coming out rough. You let out another cough which Grogu just cocked his head at.

When you didn’t show signs of getting up, he started babbling again, trying to get your attention.

You forced yourself out of your near-dream state, furrowing your features wondering what in the galaxy he could want — oh. You were supposed to get him breakfast. In your delusional, ill state, you had completely forgotten your responsibilities.

Well, okay, you thought, it was just getting him breakfast, and then you could return to sleep. But even just the motions of sitting up in the cot made you hack up a lung. The child looked at you now fully concerned about what was going on with one of his parents. You tried catching your breath but the mixture of the coughing with the aching muscles and burning throat was taking a toll on you.

It wasn’t long into your coughing-fit that Din caught wind and came to check you. Usually, you were up by now, watching the child. When you weren’t awake and ready yet, he had simply thought Grogu was giving you a hard time. But when the unmistakable sound of coughing rang throughout the ship, Din realized there was much more going on. A mild panic set in as he made his way in to check on you.

"Riduur?" Din asked, entering the sleep quarters. He watched you slumped over in the bed, groaning in discomfort. The child was looking between you both, mostly wondering who was giving him breakfast.

"Hmm?" You hummed, turning to your concerned husband in the doorway. Shivers ran down your back. You reached for blankets, cuddling them tightly. Din made his way to bed picking up the child in the process and setting him on your pillow. Din stood at your side, looking down at you.

"What’s wrong, cyra’ika?" He asked, placing a loving hand on your shoulder, feeling you shake beneath his touch. Din wasn’t liking this one bit.

You coughed, clearing your throat and, said, "I think I caught a bug."

Din sighed and removed his helmet. Leaning down, he touched his forehead to yours, feeling the feverish warmth radiating off your skin as he did. More panic started settling in, realizing your hunch was very much correct.

You two had stopped the other day in a busy village totally ran over with a bustling population. You hadn’t thought much as you wove your way through the crowd to purchase the items you were looking for. But, as fate would have it, someone somewhere was incubating something and you caught it.

You melted into Din’s touch, letting your muscles relax a bit, even if it was a peculiar gesture. "What did you do that for?"

He pulled away and replaced his helmet. "What do you mean?" The muffled voice returned.

"You checked my fever with your forehead," you let out a weak chuckle, glancing up at him as you readjusted the blankets. "Don’t we have devices for that or something?"

Din shrugged, "I went the old fashioned route."

"I don’t even think they did that in the old times," you gave a small smile knowing fully well your husband was growing annoyed with you as the seconds went by. Well, what could you say? A little cold wasn’t taking away your feisty attitude

"You’re sick, can barely make it out of bed, and you want to argue with me about how I checked for a fever?" Din asked, his tone holding fake anger.

"Please," you paused, letting a small cough take over for a second. "I haven’t been able to focus on a single thought all morning. Be thankful I’m even awake and talking."

Another shiver came over you after you spoke, sending you into a shaking fit. You pulled the blankets but found you had already acquired all of them. Noticing your distress still, Grogu waddled from the pillows, making himself comfortable in your lap. He looked up at you, eyes squinting in concern. Your heart dropped as you realized you were still neglecting the little guy.

"Oh, shoot," you frowned, "you still need-,"

Din cut you off. "I’ll take care of him. You just rest, cyra’ika."

He scooped up Grogu who was still looking at you, confused. He cooed, trying to reach out to you. Din held him back and motioned for you to lay down.

"Are you sure?" You asked, curling up on the bed.

"Of course," Din nodded and tucked you into the blankets. You smiled stupidly at the care he was giving you.

It was a slightly miserable rest, but you were able to get what felt like just a few minutes (in reality, it had been a few hours) of sleepy bliss before Din came back with Grogu following closely behind. You blinked in confusion, trying to wake up as Din sat at the foot of the cot. Your mind didn’t feel as hazy as it had earlier but the aches were still as present as ever.

You rolled over, greeted by your husband. His helmet had been discarded again and he was watching you, a concerned look in his eyes. You tried giving a weak smile hoping to communicate you were okay. He didn’t seem convinced.

Breaking your stares, a soft babble came from next to the bed. You looked over and were greeted by the child who was holding a little thing of soup. While you couldn’t smell it well, it was steaming and looked fresh, making your stomach give the tiniest rumble.

"Soup?" You coughed. "For me?"

The child extended his arms, trying to hand you the bowl. Two big eyes peeked over the rim as he watched you, waiting. You sat up and graciously accepted the food. You held it close, taking small sips of the wonderful broth. You didn’t even really know there was soup on this ship so either someone spent a nice credit on it or Din had been holding out on you.

"Is it- Does it taste alright?" Din asked, seeming almost… nervous. You gulped down more broth, brows furrowed in questioning.

"It’s wonderful," you nodded. "Why? Is there something wrong with it?"

Din chuckled, "No, no. I just…" He paused, looking down at the floor and then back at you. "You’ve just never been sick before — well, none of us have ever been sick before — and I’m just not used to taking care of someone like… like this."

"Oh, honey-,"

But Din abruptly stood up before you could get anything else out. Planting a sweet kiss on your forehead, he mumbled, "I’m gonna find you some tea."

You frowned but nodded, continuing to drink your soup. You despised when he would do that. He’d open up a little bit and then shut down. Granted, he had gotten better at it the longer your relationship went but you thought marriage would be the helpful push he needed and it hadn’t added up like that so far. But it was fine. You took your own time to reassure him about things, putting words where his sometimes weren’t.

He came back moments later as you finished the last of your food. You handed the bowl back to Grogu who took a second to see if he could find any leftovers for himself. You gave a small smile watching him stick his head in the bowl, hunting.

Din gave you the cup of tea and, just like the soup, you cradled it close, sipping the liquid slowly. The continuous warmth was doing wonders for your throat.

"Maybe you should be a nurse," you said, peaking over the cup at your husband who was again taking a spot at the foot of the bed. He turned to you, a playful smirk on his face.

"A nurse?" He asked with a chuckle.

"Yeah," you nodded. "Retire and take care of some little ole sick folks like me. You’re doing such a good job at it."

"Was that sarcasm?"

You sighed, dropping the joking act. You reached your one hand to grasp his, which he happily welcomed, and said, "No, riduur, it wasn’t. I mean it. I’ve never felt so cared for before."

Din looked away as if taking in your words. He brought his other hand to pat your connected ones. After what felt like the longest seconds ever, he turned back to you, his grateful eyes meeting yours.

"I’m glad," he said. Your heart raged with love for the Mandalorian before you. Never did you think you’d find someone who comforting, so caring, and yet here he was like a fever dream.

You took in the love he had to offer and placed a light kiss on his cheek, trying to return it just a bit. He smiled and turned to place a real kiss on your lips, but your hand came up in protest.

"I’m disgusting," you explained, disconnecting your touch and returning to cuddling your tea. "Maker knows what germs I got brewing."

"Fine," he sighed, "but you owe me endless kisses once you’re better."

You smiled, "Endless kisses?"

Your husband nodded, "Oh, yeah. So many kisses your lips are going to be so sore."

"Sounds horrible," you giggled, taking a sip of your tea. "But worth it."

Din let out a low chuckle and got up from the bed. He returned a kiss to your cheek and said, "Finish your tea and then get more rest. You need it, cyra’ika."

You nodded in agreement and watched as Din picked up Grogu, and began carrying him out of the space.

"Come on," he said to the child who was watching you. "We need to let your mom sleep."

The child gave a little coo in either agreement or protest (you couldn’t tell but either way it was adorable). You smiled, watching them exit. Finishing up the last of your tea, you placed the cup on the floor and then curled back up in your blankets.

Drifting off, you relished in the comfort of everything. Sure, you were sick out of your mind, but you had two loves waiting for your recovery and eager to make you feel better any way they could. Oh, yeah. This was way more than you could’ve ever asked for.

[crybabytoy59]

My Own choice in life...pt1.

As I walked up there street I was sure everyone knew why I was there !!!

I swear I could see curtains twitching !!! ...

Get a grip I told myself...!

Calm down your panicking !...

But not without good cause I was about to give up everything...

Something that I was terrified about, but had truly craved my entire life........

My inner sadness had finally taken hold as In grew older realising we None of us live forever we Do have an end date...

I had realised most of us live as if Death is something that happens to Other people....

But sadly it’s not....

That’s when I realised I truly wanted my little life....

That was when I met them a couple openly willing to let be live as my true self.....

2.

As I got to the Door  I took another Deep Breath feeling lightheaded Everything around me seemed to go quite the birds even the wind...

I rang the bell.....

The door Opened and Master Daddy greeted me with a huge smile ..

Hello “little one” Come in please along the corridor and second door on the right Mistress Mummy is waiting for you Cutie....

As I walked into there kitchen Mistress Mummy was standing waiting for me at a high stool in the middle of the floor...

She hugged me tightly for quite sometime....

She spoke to me....

Hello sweetheart....It’s Ok Mistress Mummy is here now....come sit on this sool for us  little one...

Take your Shorts down first though Babyslave....

They both watch me as I did this, revealing the skirt on my pink maids dress with the frilly bloomers under the dress...

I then climbed backwards onto the high stool my legs now dangling I feel like a naughty child infront of them both....

Mistress Mummy was first to come over pulling my Shorts off then my shoes and socks...

”My my Master Daddy look at this Babyslave has shaved her leggies for us !....have you been a good Babyslave and removed All hair ?”

Wess Mistress Mummy...

She then put white tights on me with strawberries up them and pink bows at the top to jut under my bloomers, these had rubber cuffs inside to hold them in place...

She pulled my leg to the side of the stool leg “Put you feeties in over the bar Babyslave !..Clever Baby and the other I will help you”

Am now not able to move my legs due to the angle my legs are without help or falling face first....

Now Master Daddy walks to a shelf he comes back with a ball Gag with face/head harnessing And white mittens with cartoon characters on them at the end of each is a heavy D-ring....

“Open Wide Babyslave !”

As I do he gags me from behind....strapping the harnessing tightly this is followed by him tugging on the mittens ....

I can tell he is quite strong !....

He is around 6’6” bald with huge shoulders from having a coal business for years so he had to be lifting heavy weights daily, he also had the biggest hands I have ever seen on a man !

Mistress Mummy was no regular girl she was also 6’2 and quite heavy built but not over weight, she had large breasts and big hips with a very full sexy bottom, she had red hair very long down her back in a poly tail.

3.

Mistress Mummy Spoke to me....

“Now Crybaby we have a couple of things to get ready for you so sit quietly...

When we come back We will take you to the play room....

There you have no safe word & no limits other than permanent harm...

Nod if you understand as once we start there will be No turning back we Will turn you into a complete Babyslave !

Over time you Will be fully regressed to an infant !

This Will happen to you make No mistake !..

An object for our amusement and pleasure...So yes or no Babyslave ??

I nod to them both...

Clever girlie Babyslave then sit quietly....until we return...

But remove your jacket please”

As I do Master Daddy puts a posture collar on me cuffing the mittens to it up my back !

As they both smiled at the pink pvc maids outfit they had requested me have on the day of arriving to start my new “little life...”

4.

All my other sissy clothes wardrobe & Toys had been packed up and sent to them

From my home .....

Then everything I owned sold off....

The money was in a trust fund that a good friend had the only access to...

She knew what was about to happen with my new Dominant parents...

So would be responsible for working with them for the first year after that Mummy and Daddy would get my trust....

Sam had already given them fifteen thousand pounds for my Nursery to be set up and equipment some very special bought for my mental and physical regression training .....

I seemed to be sitting for ages before they came back ?..

I gasped as they both walked in ...Master Daddy was dressed in a black leather suit with large black boots and a black rubber mask only his eyes were showing as he had on a blue face mask the type worn during that pants pandemic..!

He looked like a giant due to the thick soles on the boots !

Mistress Mummy was in a red rubber suit also with a hood on only her eyes showing as she too had on the same mask, her boots were right up to her knees they were black...

5.

Master Daddy spoke first....

“Right little one this is it ....

Say good by to your Big please...

I took a Deep Breath.....Good bye “Stephen”...

“Clever Crybaby...

As from now on you will be only 18month’s old !!.....

Our Baby Girlie...

In Nappies 24/7 ...You will use them fully never allowed the use of the toilet....

If your behaviour is good in this first year at New year we will consider Potty training for Serving on Very Special occasion’s...

You Will act as a Baby at All times...

No matter who comes to our home or where we take you...

You are Now our Baby & we your Strict Parents !!”

Mistress Mummy then spoke.....

“Babyslave we are very fair so be Obedient and you will be fine if not that is a different matter..You will find we are true sadists we absolutely will take pleasure from correcting Any disobedience !!...

Now to your baby talk....

Ga’Ga is for Yes goo’goo is for no ..

If you need a drink that is Ugg’ugg, If you wet your nappy you will say nothing !!

You will simply look at your nappy and cup both handies over the front until one of see’s you have wet yourself !!

If you go soil yourself  you will also look down at your nappy...

But cup both handies over your rear....

Is that clear Madam ?”

Ga’Ga !

“Clever girlie Crybaby let’s get you to the Quiet Room...

Master Daddy!”

He lifted me clean off the stool ! Putting me over his large hips like a small child,...

I instantly snuggled into his neck....

He spoke softly to me....

”Clever girlie Crybaby that’s the way you cuddle in and remember Everything Mistress Mummy has told you....

If not you will be Very Sorry Madam!”

He carried me to a room inside was dark it didn’t look like a Nursery ?

As he walked to the Center of this room a light came on to a Huge black wooden chair with all manner of leather strappings ! It had a steel bucket under it and a large metal frame that the head went into !...

I started whimpering on seeing it !....

But he simply told me to Hush Down Everything was going to be fine if I had listened to Mistress Mummy Very carefully ?

I was puzzled you his words as I watched Mistress Mummy Open the cage part to take my head !

Master Daddy put me into the chair then removed the ball gagging..

“Heddle backwards into the cage Crybaby !!...

Clever girlie”

Mistress Mummy shut the front over my face I could now not move my headie !!

They started pulling all The strapping on the Chair over me...

They were every 4” over my entire body !!!!...

As they stepped back I was completely immobile !!

And very scared this was Not a Nursery ??...

It looked to me like an electric chair but with a head cage !...

They said nothing not a singlword just disappointing imto the darkness ?

It was Then I realised the led lights were in a circle pointing inwards so when I looked out I could see nothing only light with black beyond.....

Master Daddy was the first to appear back with things over his arms he set them in my lap, again without a word, as Mistress Mummy also came back but she was pushing what looked like a large hoover ?

With all manner of tubing from it ?......

Then I noticed two things first the “Hoover” had a glass tube down its length on one side on the other was a corrugated hose with a gas mask attached to it !

I started whimpering again...But Master Daddy simply told me the same thing..

“Hush Hush now Crybaby...it’s all going to be fine If I had listened to Mistress Mummy Carefully ?”

Why had he said that a second time ? Had I missed something....

My brain desperately searching my memory for her exact words....

O’no panic was setting in I couldn’t remember A word she had said !...

Master Daddy looked at me “Aawww Cutie your shaking are you scared ? I went to say Ga’Ga but he pushed a mouth gag into my mouth it was ridged top and bottom to go over my teeth a Hollow was there for my tongue and the roof of my mouth the rubber pushed up tightly !

He fed the rubber jaw mask around inside the cage fastening it at the rear tightly.

Next came a thick tube the bore was around 10mm internally, this he pushed had to a click on the mask he the cable tied the tube up the side of the head cage...Next item was a tube of glue ?

Mistress Mummy was done setting up the machine so spoke to me..

“Clever girlie Crybaby that’s very good so far...Close your eyes cutie !”

As I did I felt wetness on my eyelids, they my eye was opened fully ? Then the other eye...My eyes started watering and seemed to be stinging slightly?...

Master Daddy took his fingers away but my eyes stayed open !

OMG he had glued my eyes open !...

Goo’goo ...

Again he told me to Hush I was fine If I had listed to Mistress Mummy !

The very first tear fell....

Mistress Mummy was first to notice..

“Look Master Daddy our Baby is shedding her first tears !!!”

She took a picture with her phone then stood writing something...

Hello everyone Our Crybaby is shedding her Crybaby’s first tears ! We will be live on our home page please feel free to follow Crybaby’s progress through her first day 💝

She hit send....As she did there was a Flash !...

Master Daddy lifted the gas mask from the hook, pushing the mouth tube through the wee hole for it in the mask.then.....

Hooked up the tube to the machine, he pushed hard onto my face to hissing as the mask clung to my face ! He did up the head strapping tightly...

“That’s our Clever girlie all ready to go Mummy !”

I watched as she pushed on of the buttons on the machine and a green light came on...

A low hum started as I watched green fluid coming up the tube !

Master Daddy told me to be a Clever Baby Girlie and Swallow nice and steadily !

The fluid tasted minty and was actually quite pleasant to swallow as it had a slightly sweet taste....?

Mistress Mummy mocked...”Aawww bless Master Daddy look she thought it was going to be nasty...Baby Girlie is that nice ?”

Ga’Ga...

“Clever girlie your so good listening to Mistress Mummy....it’s ok to cry princess mummy and daddy know you desperately want to cry for us ....So as long as you listened to Mummy Properly.....this is not a Punishment Crybaby this is just to let you be a cute Baby Girlie without worrying about your silly Big holding you back as we both know Your nasty Big will want to push little Crybaby to one side but Mummy and Daddy will make sure when that happens Princess we Will have him leave you so Baby can live a full life ...then Our Baby Girlie can live a Very full “Little life”...Now we are going to let Baby Hydrate as we fit a few things to you Princess”

Master Daddy had a small plastic bag he was pealing open for her....she lifted it out in her blue rubber gloved hand ...

It was a 3” long  cannula needle ! Pulling my dress down slightly she wiped my skin with an alcohol wipe then pushed the needle Deep into my chest muscle ! I squealed as she did...she smiled down at me..

Then simply taped it to my body...

“Hush Hush now Crybaby your fine just be a Clever girlie we want you to look like a cute Princess ”.....Master Daddy Told me...

He gave her a second needle ! This to was pushed Deep into my other chest muscle..

More tubing came for the machine  this single clear tube split in two with 6” orange rubber ends with small cuffs and it was already primed, a small “pop...pop !”

And they were both connected.....

Mistress Mummy lent into my face this is to have our baby look more like a girlie....until she has her hormone treatment Then she can be a real Baby Girlie for Mummy and Daddy !!”

Master Daddy lent in too smiling....

”You do want to be our Baby Girlie Crybaby ?....(Ga’Ga)

Clever Baby But nice and loud so everyone can hear you Crybaby !!!”

GA’GA....

He patted my thigh.....”Clever girlie Crybaby Say it Again !....(GA’GA !)...Well done Clever girlie are you wetting your nappy 😂..Say it Again Baby !”

GA’GA...

“Clever girlie keep repeating yourself until Mummy or Daddy Tills you to Stop Ok Princess ?”

GA’GA !!....Gulp....GA’GA !!....Gulp...GA’GA !!...Gulp...GA’GA !!.......

Mistress Mummy put head phones on her headie through the bars !

They were pink and covered in cartoon characters...they burst into life as Baby heard a recording.....

It was a soft spoken girl, telling Crybaby...she was going to take me for a walk down some stairs....to a lovely garden... in the Center of the garden was a special Chair...this Chair was her chair....come on baby take the first of the Ten steps with Nanny...Ten....

Master Daddy set the pink lamp down shining into Crybabys eyes, small spirals appeared on Baby’s face as she sat still swallowing the green fluid repeating her mantra...GA’GA !....Gulp...GA’GA !....

“Can you smell the lovely scent from Your garden...the soft breeze in your hair..Clever Baby next step with Nanny Nine...can you see all the lovely flowers Baby they were All planted with love just for you ?”

Mistress Mummy put the small fan on under the lamp with the wet cloth in its dish , this aroma would blow lightly into Crybabys face...she could tell Babyslave was gone all Ready his eyes were kept open but the glazed look told her sissy Babyslave was going down the steps with Nanny...

Next week after listening to all 24 of the tapes she would let him meet her sister “Nanny”...But the best part ... Sissy was still repeating Ga’Ga Ga’Ga...As her tummy filled with green fluid making It’s was to the mass below !

They had Babyslave on a special diet for seven days, then had sissy take strong pain meds this made Babyslave constipated..Babyslave had not passed a single movement for four days now !!!!!

But as she smiled to Master Daddy....That was all about to change the green fluid would see to that over and over....

Fuck this was such a rush...time to leave Babyslave for a bit as she needed Daddys attention to a pressing matter her sexual frustration !!!!

“Can you smell them as the breeze is passing through your cute curls Baby?....that’s it next step with Nanny...Eight !...can you see your special Chair now Baby look how cute it is see the lovely Pink padding Baby made with love just for You....Next step with Nanny Baby Girlie...Seven....

Mistress Mummy and Master Daddy left the room as the feed and chest fluid would take an hour.....

45mins later they both walkedback in smiling at each other, she kissed her husband.....time to get on with Babyslave’s Transition Darling...You get the Butterfly Gag & I will her Ballet boots !!!

She set them down the turned the volume slowly down....lifting the headphones off Babyslave...

“Hello Princess How’s your wee tummy doing is it Very full hhmmm?”

“Ga’Ga “

She was kneeling down rubbing the now swollen tummy !...

“What a Clever girlie Crybaby So Mummy and Daddy have a reward for our Baby Girlie !!”

Master Daddy was taking my tubbing away all of it but didn’t remove the canula’s....After that he removed the feeling gag...as he did he spoke to me...

“Clever girlie Crybaby that’s an Ever so Obedient Baby who can stop Her... GA’GA ‘s now.”

I fell silent but a funny thing had happened ....

I felt truly Sad for some strange reason ??...

“Open Wide Princess !....In we go !”

Master Daddy was pushing a butterfly gag into my mouth I had seen them in videos but never had on on me....

My tears were still falling but ever so gently..

He fed a leather face mask up the tube pulling it past the bars to the back where he zipped it down this made me Whimper aloud.....

As this was the second time I had felt how strong my Master Daddy was !

As it felt like the soft kid leather was too small for my head ...

But I was wrong ! ...Master Daddy got the zippering All the way down my head and neck !...he stood back in front of me..plugging the bulb pump to the tube from the butterfly gag, closing the small valve....

He started pumping with one Big Hand, as the other finger and thumb pinched over my face between each of my Cheeks ?

Slowly my mouth opened tightly against the leather hood till he felt the right pressure from My cheeks telling him It was going backwards into my throat !

But my bulging eyes would have told Him that, also the fact I was gagging slightly...as he spoke......

“Hush Hush Princess your fine concentrate on your Breathing slow it down girlie......that’s it.....aAs our girlie Really is Not wanting to be sick right now !.....Do we Crybaby?”

Goo’goo

“Clever girlie Princess...indeed we don’t !....so settle down everything is fine, Mistress Mummy is going to put some nice booties on you but Master Daddy will stay here and keep you company Princess”

I still had the Sad feeling but could Not work out why....?

I felt my ankle be unfastened and my leg pulled out at 45deg onto something hard...as it was Master Daddy Spoke to me as if reading my mind !!!

“Crybaby what’s the matter Princess?...are You a sad Sad Crybaby?”....

GA’GA...!

“There There Princess Hush...! So that’s what’s wrong Cutie...is it Crybaby?”

He was looking right into my tear stained Eyes !

Ok you can say it Princess nice and loud so everyone can here what a Clever girlie Crybaby IS !!!!”

GA’GA !!....GA’GA !!....GA’GA !!....GA’GA !!....

I started crying again but not from sadness from pure joy at being Allowed to say GA’GA’s !!!!!!!.....

What was happening to me ??......Why did I want to say GA’GA’s so very badly ???...

I felt tugging then my foot went unnaturally flat at the front as the Ballet boot slipped all the way home, then Mistress Mummy zipped it up its length cuffing my ankle back to the “Chair”....

My other foot was undone....then the boot pushed on...

Master Daddy lifted the headphones putting them over the black kid leather hood !

The recording started again....

“Clever Baby Three....Can you feel how warm the breeze is Princess as we get closer to your Chair...can you smell all the lovely flowers...Can you see the soft pink padding on you special Chair...Your going to Feel wonderful sitting in such a lovingly made Chair Baby....

Next step with Nanny...Two....

That’s a Clever Princess only one last step then Baby can get to feel the soft grass planted with love just for you, under her Baby Princess feeties....

Your so close to the special Chair now Baby...

Here we go last step with Nanny...One !....

Clever Baby Princess ! There we go can you feel the soft grass on your feeties...

The smell of the lovely flowers......

The warm breeze blowing in your lovely hair....

As you walk to your special Chair built with love...

Hold Nannies handie Baby Princess....

Look at the lovely Pink padding....

It’s There just waiting for You Baby Princess your Special Chair ...

The Special  Chair is only for you Baby Princess !.....nobody else...

Ok when Nanny claps her hands Baby Princess will sit for Her Mummy and Daddy....and relax fully.....

That’s a Clever Baby Princess “SIT”  down very slowly....

Listening to Nanny’s voice....

Just let go and “SIT” for Nanny...feel the soft padding rising up to meet Baby Princess As she “SIT’S” in her Special Chair....

Clever girlie Baby Princess....That’s it relax Nanny has you....

Take Big Deep Breaths for Nanny...when Nanny claps Baby Princess will let go and “SIT” all the way down for Nanny....

.”SIT”.......Deep Breaths Baby Princess...Clever girlie...

“SIT RIGHT DOWN”.....

In Your lovely Padded Special Chair Princess Make Mummy and Daddy proud of You !!!!!.....

They were both watching the spectacle unfold as Babyslave sat chanting..

GA’GA !....grunt...GA’GA !!....grunt...GA’GA !!!....Grunt ....

Babyslave was filling her Nappy !! Over and over it came, as Babyslave’s face went Red with effort !

Grunting between chants...

GA’GA !!....GRUNT !....GA’GA !!.....GRUNT !!...pant !...GA’GA !...GRUNT !!!...Pant !..GA’GA !!....

Babyslave had taken the first step....of many yet to come...

But this ??.....

They both kissed they had Never seen anyone cave in this quickly !!!

They were right this sissy was Very Special.....

Master Daddy pumped the bulb one more time as Babyslave GAVE A HUGE GRUNT EMPTYING THE ENTIRE CONTENTS OF HER BOWELS !

Into the waiting Nappy in a Roar of pure liquid sound ...

Babyslave slumped in the Special Chair...

Crying like toddler...!!!!!.....

Mummy and Daddy ...cuddled there new Toy as Mistress Mummy took Babyslave’s nipples ...

“There There Hush Hush now Mummy and Daddy are so very very proud of You Princess Crybaby....Hush Hush....that’s the way...

Ok Baby Girlie one last thing then we will get you out and cleaned up then into a lovely soft Clean Princess Nappy....Ok?”

Ga’Ga.....

He was still in a groggy hypnotic state so they worked fast...

“Clever girlie Crybaby that’s good.....

Let’s show everyone what Your Special Chair is actually for Princess ...”

She was deflating the butterfly gag removing it from the mask ...

As it came out dripping with Babyslave’s saliva ...

She smiled at Crybaby...

Babyslave was puzzled why his mouth was still Open ?

Held by the rubber O-ring inside the mask Babyslave had not even noticed Master Daddy working it behind her teeth due to her hypnotic state ! As he had tugged the tightly fitting mask !!...

Master Daddy flipped the two side steps out from the chair, held the upright behind the head cage....

He pulled himself up to Babyslave’s face pushing into Babyslave’s mouth Deeply...

Mistress Mummy Spoke...

“Clever girlie Crybaby that’s it Show everyone what a Clever girlie You are in your Special Chair !”........

Master Daddy started a slow rythem back and forth, the head cage rattled it time to the rhythm of the assault on there New Toy....

Babyslave had No choice No option as her headie wouldn’t move her mouth couldn’t close her body could move....so what was left but submission....

Every time Master Daddy with drew to a grunt..Baby would run her sissy tounge around Daddy’s shaft..moaning like a bit in heat....Crying as she did....

Soon Babyslave would crave this room....

But especially “Her Special Chair !!!”.....