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Wishing we were more than friends — sim jaeyun x fem!reader

Going home with friends you easily get along with are fun, what isn't fun is to linger feelings for one of them. Already in a course to move on from your silly feelings... you would never expect that very friend you're trying to move on from, starts to develop feelings for you back.

romance, angst, friends2lovers, Italicized parts means flashbacks warnings— Jake kinda gives reader mixed signals, tension but idk if this should still be a warning lol, pls tell me if i should add more! 6.9k wc + reblogs are greatly appreciated!

author's notes— Thank you to my lovelies @haerinz and @luvistqrzzz for proofreading I love u both sm!! I wouldn't hv made this fic better without y'all's help <3 this is kinda inspired by some events that happened to me irl! it was cute to reminisce these memories so I wrote them down here HAHAHAHAHA

perm tags— @jangwonie @jungwonize @luhvlyuna @w3bqrl @ineedaherosavemeenow @leaderwon

After school rolled by fast. The next thing you knew, you were walking home with Seeun, Tsuki, Sunghoon, and Jake.

You all lived in the same neighborhood, hence why you all have stuck together in order to get home safely, due to your hometown being a bit too far away to where you all go to school.

Adding to that, all of you are different people. Different tastes, different years, different cliques in school, yet all of you get along so well when united. Honestly, you absolutely cherish this bond and you never want this friendship with them to fade.

You have a good relationship with all of them, although you have one of a rocky road with Jake.

He was quiet, he never talks as much, and when he does, he only talks to Sunghoon.

You've had a conversation with him from time to time, it was rare due to the fact you had lingering feelings for the man, and that feeling caused you to be vulnerable whenever he's near, which affected your demeanor around him.

Only Seeun knew your admiration for Jake, and she never told a soul, thankfully.

This feeling of yours lasted for a while, until you promised to yourself (and to Seeun) that by the end of that very year, you'll be moving on from your romantic feelings for him.

And that's what exactly happened.

New years rolled around, and so was back to school sessions. Nowadays, you are able to talk to Jake normally unlike before. You were extremely proud of this development, considering you were head over heels for him nonstop for the past 4 months… You saw sides of Jake you wished you saw sooner. He was a funny guy, typically quiet at best, though when he speaks, he'll tell the craziest stories that'll get you hooked.

Even with the improvements on your friendship with Jake and the feeling of butterflies never seems to be present anymore.

Jake eventually found out about your past feelings for him though.

During a silly game of truth or dare.

"Alright! Who's next!" Sunghoon sneered, holding the bottle on the ground as he spun the bottle.

Everyone decided to come by to your house to cook and watch movies, though after the watch, they all decided to stay and have more fun. Thus, right at this moment, you all were playing the very harmless truth or dare game.

Everyone formed a circle, some of them hastily drumming on their thighs as they intensely waited for the bottle to land on someone.

As the bottle slows down, they all teased Sunghoon, who was beside you, and had the bottle almost landing on him. The intensity of the bottle moving at a snail's pace infuriates Sunghoon, cussing their teases off. Until he lets out a triumphant yell as the Bottle stops to you.

"Please thank you! Thank you bottle." Sunghoon teared up, as if he just won an academy award.

"So Y/N," Seeun started, and your heartbeat quickened, already expecting the question that would be asked.

It's Seeun, she knows your darkest secrets, you were so sure she'll step on the opportunity to ask about… Jake.

Seeun paused, her eyes widened to your direction.

"Just to make sure, is it okay if I get personal?" Seeun asked calmly, and you knew that she was definitely, totally, going to ask about what you expect her to ask about.

"Of course, I'll answer anything honestly, I swear." You retorted, giving Seeun a warm smile as everyone in the circle started breathing out deep 'ooh's as if you had just said something vile.

"Did you like anyone in our circle, and if you did, Who was it?" Seeun cheekily smiled

Truthfully, you were indeed confident in answering any questions even if it's personal. Maybe this might also be the time to finally confess your faded feelings to Jake, since you seemed to notice now that you were way too obvious back then, therefore Jake's reaction might not be so surprised by the time you mention his name in your answer, moreso, it would be a neutral reaction as if he expected it in the first place.

You ponder for a moment, looking at your friends in the circle intently, though your eyes stay at Jake for a few seconds, then back to Seeun.

"Yeah, I did like someone," The tone of your voice was assured, which made some of them let out another segment of 'ooh's and 'oh's, and some of them just widening their eyes, including Jake.

You sigh idly, "It was Jake…"

That name alone caused everyone to freak out, all the eyes and attention transferring to the man across you.

You didn't want them to take the wrong Idea, especially Jake, so you stood up in order to plead your case.

"To be clear, I USED to like you okay! I don't like you anymore." You reconfirm, Jake only nodded with a wide smile, and that was enough for you to calm yourself down as everyone else were still freaking out.

Jake shared his thoughts and reaction to your confession, and rest assured to you that he didn't feel the same for you ever, and that was enough for you to hear since this had encouraged your romantic feelings for him to dissolve completely, seeing him more in a platonic light.

After that silly confession of truth you had answered, said again, your friendship with Jake grew. Finally teasing and joking with him without having your heart flipping out by the mere sight of him, and of course, telling him stories.

You were content with that type of bond, and you were glad you were as equally close to all of them now, especially Jake.

That is…

until you two weren't.

Again.

5 months have passed since that truth or dare game, the normal still continued. You all usually go home together after school and when hungry the five of you always go to the mall and eat there instead.

Though during those days, you began developing a crush on a new guy, just a cute barista you knew at a local café. Joking about having slight interest in him to your friends was funny and tolerable, until it became a normal delusion for you to see him in that kind of light.

Those were also the days Jake started being distant to you, as if the old days relieved itself once again.

You had no idea why, but since you were too preoccupied with your new crush, you didn't think much of it.

A month later has passed, you completely had gotten over that barista crush you had, and now you were already studying for your final exams, though your mind was clouded with Jake.

You curse at your conscience. Scolding yourself saying that you're already over him way too long ago, and that you were so sure that his feelings never involved ever liking you back ever, even once.

So why…

Why did that night happen?

"Wow, Y/N," Jake speaks out softly, his eyes sparkling at the sight of your prom attire.

"Is it bad? I didn't have time to do my hair so I just went with this really lazy Elsa hairdo—"

"You're beautiful." He grins from ear to ear, in which you subconsciously mirror his expression. The silence was too loud for the air between the both of you. You were unable to move, as well as your eyes that didn't seem to look elsewhere other than his eyes.

He looked dashing with his tux, and you couldn't get yourself to tell it to him.

You didn't need to, Jake already knew just by the looks of you staring at him, there was no need for him to even ask.

He took a step forward and reluctantly, yet gently offered you his hand.

"May I have this dance… With you?"

You took a few seconds to answer, darting your gazes to his visage and down to his idly shaking hand in front of you.

You took a deep breath, placing your hand on his, and that was enough for Jake to know that you wanted it. You wanted to dance with him.

You walk with him to the dance floor, your eyes never leaving his figure, even when you two have already started to dance.

The way his hands were placed on your waist left you with a burning mark on your cheeks, most likely your whole body. Everything in your body felt like numbing out just by the bare of his hands. Your hands nervously snakes up to the back of his neck, and the stars in your eyes only showed up when the man was in view.

There was only silence between you, and it's not the silence you fear anymore. It was more of a silence you two were fond of. The sole fact that you two have never been this close before, and this dance being the very first time you get to feel Jake up close as this, made you feel warm and comfortable. The same thing goes for Jake.

He couldn't take his eyes off of you, he never wanted to anyway. All he could see is you and only you, and that's what made the atmosphere in your little couple bubble perfectly complacent.

"So…" Jake whispered, breaking the silence between you and him. Feet continues to dance through the rhythm

"So…?" You repeated, raising a brow confusingly.

"About the barista… Are you perhaps… over him?"

You chuckled, at the man's words. It was out of nowhere for him to ask about your past crush. You never considered this question and it didn't seem like he's curious about your feelings either… it's that this was the first ever conversation you're having with him after a few weeks of not talking.

You two still proceed to hangout due to being in the same friend group. Although, conversations were never present between you and Jake.

So him having these as his first words to you left you stunned, however you are not about to show him that. Given that you already stated that you have moved on from him… right?

"I'm very much over him. Why do you ask?" You tilt your head slightly due to curiosity.

"Good." He flashed a grin, staying silent after, realizing that he completely ignored your question.

You didn't want to keep asking and get him mildly annoyed, so you only stayed quiet.

Just how Jake wanted it.

The two of you continued to dance, it has been a few minutes and your feet still followed the rhythm of the song. You didn't seem to want to let go of him just yet, and so did he.

Jake was intoxicated by the smell of your perfume, inhaling then following that sweet aroma coming from your neck, as if he was attracted to it, leading him to lean his head on your shoulder.

Jake's eyes were closed, feeling the moment, as he squeezed your waist tighter, causing your body to feel against his.

You seem to lose control over your body. You felt like plopping down like a blob any minute. Despite that feeling, all it could do was just follow the steps to the rhythm of Jake's feet. Your eyes only stayed widened the whole time, feeling the warmth of his skin touching your bare shoulder was something you couldn't bear. You wanted to break down right at the moment, your heart was palpitating for the reason of your position right now.

"I'm glad." Were the very words Jake had said before his lip placed a peck at the side of your neck, letting out a faint gasp as that contact alone completely freezes your entire body. Jake stands back after, his eyes centered to his hand that was tenderly sliding down your arm and onto your hand.

"Let's go?"

You look at him and nod slowly as he holds your hand. following Jake out of the dance floor, guiding you back to your table and leaving you once he had finally taken you to your seat.

Then he never came back for you for the rest of the event.

You felt breathless, you were in a complete daze while reminiscing that thought. Leaving you frustrated for the reason of losing focus of your current studies.

"How else can I focus if all I could think about is Jake, Jake, and Jake?! " You groaned. Ranting endlessly to yourself, slumping your body on the soft mattress of your bed, completely surrendering your studies and promising yourself to continue tomorrow instead, by the time you get home.

You were babbling to the air for a good minute until your phone started to ring. Immediately picking it up to see Seeun's name calling.

"Hey? What's up?" You started.

"Sorry to keep this phone call short Y/N, but I'll text you more of the deets after. I'm not gonna go to school tomorrow because of an emergency and I was wondering if I could give you all my homework requirements tomorrow before you go to school? Just give it to Sheon please… Sorry for the bother I really am." Seeun stated, sounding petrified.

You quickly obliged to her simple favor thinking her situation must be grave since Seeun wasn't the one to skip classes whenever she pleases, so after the phone call, Seeun texted you once more of the details of her situation and why she couldn't come to school the next day.

School period ended early due to the heavy pour of the weather. Although even with the beneficial period cutoff, you didn't bring an umbrella. Only hoping that one of your friends has a spare, or could share with you.

You waited under a tree beside the gate of your school. now you're only waiting for the rest of the gang to come by… Though only one came.

"Let's go." Jake opened the umbrella, tilting his head in a direction where you all normally headed.

"Huh? Aren't we gonna wait for the rest?" You asked confusingly, looking back to the school in case you'd spot either Tsuki or Hoon.

"Sunghoon went home early due to an emergency, Tsuki just didn't go to school, and Seeun texted me saying to pass her excuse letter to her adviser… They didn't tell you?" Jake's perplexed expression intimidated you, you only knew Seeun's case although not the rest, so you only shrugged as a response and not by words.

So you'll be walking home with Jake… only. Just the two of you, in one umbrella.

Jake notices you being empty umbrella-handed, and so he walks closer to have you jumping in it with him.

"Come on, let's just share." He offered, in which you immediately accepted. You know he was Jake, though you were desperate to at least be kilometers far from school

A few walks far away from school, the two of you haven't said a word to each other. The awkward air you felt suffocated the most is present, and your muddled thoughts and memories, especially the time with him at the prom, didn't help you regain the confidence to break such an air… Though you had the gut feeling you had to at least talk to him, now that you're this close once again, reminding you of the distance you two had during the prom.

You winced at that memory, causing the other to look at you discerned.

"Is everything okay?" He asked timidly, stopping his tracks as his eyes focused on your disgusted expression.

"I-I'm fine, I just… remembered something super embarrassing." You reasoned, not wanting to tell him what really overcame in your head.

Jake slid it off and continued walking, it was another long series of silence between you and Jake once again.

You swore 2 months ago you were just nudging his arms because of his jokes… Why would you both feel this awkward and have your friendship with him regress after it was doing so well.

The next thing you knew, you two were already in your neighborhood, a few more walks until Jake reached his home, and then yours.

You thought to yourself that Jake would go home then pass you the umbrella instead, however to your surprise, Jake walked past the gate of his home which left you with questions.

"Are you walking me home?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Oh, nothing. I just thought you were gonna stop by your house and give me your umbrella instead, since my home is still a few more walks from yours."

"It's raining hard, you shouldn't be out here on your own—"

As he was about to end his sentence, a loud thunder struck and white lightning flashed the sky, causing you to shriek, holding the umbrella to cover you well from the pouring rain.

"Oh my god.." You muttered, Tightening the grip of the umbrella handle that Jake was also holding.

"Oh god— I'm sorry, let's get home fast please." You yell out in fear, your heart rapidly beating as if another flash of lightning and shriek of thunder was about to come by in a few seconds. Your fearful grip on the umbrella still stayed, as you started walking at a fast pace that Jake immediately catched up on, which goes on until you both have reached your home.

You both stood at the front of your porch for a short minute, you had no idea why Jake stopped his tracks, you only stopped for the reason that he stopped first.

and so without having much patience, you recklessly hopped on to the porch, partially getting yourself wet, even if your hand was still at the contact of Jake's umbrella handle. Before you moved completely to avoid getting more drenched from the rain, you felt another hand gently placed on top of yours.

Yet again— another series of silence as you two stare at each other's eyes. Jake slowly makes his steps onto your porch. The contact on the umbrella didn't seem to break, as the two of you transferred your gazes to where your hands were placed. You didn't want to let go, yet deep down, you were scared, your head was spinning to nowhere as his hand never let go of yours.

You began to conflict with yourself, your eyes slowly transitioning to a horrified state. A feeling you don't understand— a feeling so puzzling you don't even dare to question, having this whole ordeal with Jake is as just as confusing as your current, incoming, outburst.

"What… is wrong with you?" You let out, eyes welled up, and Jake only stared at your rapid change in demeanor. Your hand intensely retracts the hold on the umbrella as Jake's fingers automatically close the umbrella.

"Y-You're completely all over the place?" Your breath hitched, then facing behind from his view, your hands shrieked due to the heat building up your anger, than more so being it from the cold temperature of the rainy weather.

"I don't know… back then you were so fun to be with but now you have become so distant. I have no idea on how— or what happened that made you like that. I don't know if I did anything wrong or that made you feel uncomfortable in a way because If I did something— anything… I'm so sorry." You ranted, catching your breath as your eyes blazed onto the other, who remained quiet, drooping his eyes down to the wooden floor, unable to respond back.

"But… That one night, that one prom night…" You paused. Jake's head rises as he hears those very words from your tongue.

"You know damn well what I was talking about, do you?"

Jake's unresponsiveness didn't help calming down your systems. Instead, it made you more infuriated.

After a few seconds of silence, waiting for something, at least anything from the man, there was none.

You inhale the cold breeze from the continuous pouring rain just in front of you, as your hands subconsciously brush your hair messily in an infuriating manner. "I don't know what your intentions were that night. The way you asked me about that barista, Yeonjun? If I got over him… and that kiss— the way you kissed my neck? How?!— do you normally just do that to other girls…? 'Cause Jake I've been hanging out with you for the entirety of this school year and I've never seen you do anything like that,"

"Or maybe that truth or dare game? A lot changed after that game, after I confessed my old feelings for you. What did I do?— What happened to you? I assured you they were old feelings but a few months after that you started giving me signals, probably old me would've fan out to be honest... Were you just trying to relive my old feelings for you? Is it because you wanted my feelings to just stay attracted to you? Is that it? Because you are absolutely sick for that Sim Jaeyun… You don't know how vulnerable and conflicted I became when you started to change. I can't even grasp the situation or If I'm saying anything right because— I… don't understand you. One day you'll be quiet and wouldn't even say a single word to me, and then go I'm glad you moved on from mister barista and then leave me by the side and never come back? What was that? " Your voice echoed through the open porch. your words could easily be overlayed by the hard rain in the background yet they were loud enough for the man to comprehend. Every emphasis of the words and events you mention brings Jake back to his mind and recalls those memories that ever happened.

"I'm sorry." Finally a word from him, yet not something you had ever hoped for him to say.

Your comprehension of his response was him apologizing for doing any of the things you have just said. Cracking a part of your heart at the indirect confirmation of the man's intentions.

"I'm sorry..? You're sorry? Sorry?! "

"You're so fucking… fuck— selfish for that! You're nothing but a selfish freak who doesn't— who never thinks about others feelings. Only doing it for their own satisfaction and—"

"You don't know how vulnerable I am at the mere sight of you, Y/N."

You stopped mid sentence, stunned as your eyes darted to his standing figure. You take a few steps towards him, as if you wanted to hear his statement more clearly by the loud thundering climate.

It was at this moment that you realized that the following small thunders and big flashes of lightning didn't seem to startle you. All your focus only went to exposing your wholehearted antipathy to the other.

Jake's breath hitched the same as yours earlier on, it's like it was his turn to let out his jumbled feelings to you.

"There were no spare days where you didn't flood my thoughts. Day and night, Y/N, you were always present and I had no plan on stopping that infestation."

His dark eyes pierced through you, feeling the rush of the heavy wind kiss through your figure.

Despite his confession, you did not give the same treatment to how he was when you were on your outburst.

"Then why? Why would you do all that?"

"Because you told me, well— told us before that you stopped liking me by the time new years rolled around."

"You remembered the new years part?"

"Very much, yes,"

"Look, I didn't know my feelings would come to this. You were a fun friend, you were a great company, although I couldn't bear myself to be so near you after a few months."

"Why?" You whispered, eye furrowed at the confessions of the other.

"I always think that I might do something I'll regret." He takes a few steps backwards, the air between the both of you feeling as soothing as it was just suffocating and intense before.

"Like what?" You take a few steps forward, the same amount of steps Jake took.

"Y/N… stop" He took a few more steps backwards, rebuffing your ways on pushing him to answer your question.

You stepped closer and closer, and now too close to Jake, repeating the same question in an attempt to pressure him into bursting out his answer due to the stress and the annoyances of your nagging.

It was only a matter of time before Jake gave in, biting his lips in frustration as he felt his head heat up so close to combustion.

"goddammit Y/N." He aggressively grabs the collar of your blouse and proceeds to pull you 3 inches close to his face.

You swore you felt your heartbeat stop for a brief moment at the sudden contact of his nose onto yours. The way you felt his breath fanning over your lips, sensing the tense air he had been inhaling since he had stepped a foot on your porch.

It was only a matter of movement to have your lips connect yet Jake resisted the urge, releasing his grip from your blouse, causing you to limp backwards.

Your gaze at Jake with a baffled look, processing the thing that just happened.

It was hard to convince yourself that whatever that was, actually happened.

It was real, you felt it, everything.

There was silence. It felt like a wall being compressed and will mush the both of you into some sort of unrelenting concoction. Jake was too stunned about his own actions, turning around to storm off at the scene and probably forget that this ever happened.

As he took a few steps off the porch, you realized that you had enough with the distance, you felt so far away with Jake always running away all the time. Your mind was everywhere, especially the feeling of his face as similar as that again. You were desperate to know how he really felt for you, and you couldn't just let him walk away and watch again as his figure dissipated into the heavy pouring rain.

"Jake." You utter as you grip on his arm, spinning him around to face you as your hands snake up onto the back of his neck, tip toeing to reach the height of his lips, yet it was no reach. Even with what you had just done, you weren't about to kiss him anyway, you wanted to see how he'd react with your sudden motion.

It was only a matter of seconds until Jake attacked his lips on yours. It was an aggressive contact at first, sensing the desperation of his lips yet contrasting from his hands that carefully held your face as if it was glass.

You'd be lying if you said weren't desperate for it either, you had craved this type of contact ever since prom, it was only regretful to ever admit it personally. But now that you're fulfilling your most secret desire, most likely that this would be the time to embrace it.

God, you want him so bad.

Too bad.

The both of you lost the sense of surroundings, as you carelessly pushed him to the ramp of your porch as your lips were still intact. Leaving a quick gasp from Jake's end due to the startling feeling from the cold contact of his body.

The sudden hum coming from Jake's voice seized you to let go yet Jake didn't want your lips to part from his. Even with the force of his hands holding your face to him for much longer, he eventually gave in. Hands loosen the hold on your cheeks. You tensely took a few steps backwards as you started panting, your chest pumping in and out with Jake in unison, catching both of your remaining breaths and remaining comprehension from that predicament.

Your eyes pierced through Jake's gaze, your breathing is shaky, same goes for your hands… your body's frozen in place, all of these yet the reason does not ivolve the the cold temperature of the weather.

None of you exchanged any words. Instead, it was quiet, yet again, the area only filled with the small and loud droplets of the rain… It's merely raining anymore, as you only focus on him, hear him, and feel him.

Nothing makes sense at this moment. Honestly, you wanted to reach your senses to sense yet things just felt too out of the ordinary.

"Y/N, I'm sorry." Jake came through. Rushing for your comfort. Although you ran back with the presence of terror, opening your front door and slamming the door in front of him at the nick of time. You were speechless per say, you couldn't describe words, you couldn't speak out your thoughts. The sudden walk out suddenly sent Jake into a shock of panic.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry, please— I didn't mean to—"

He proceeds to passively knock on your door repeatedly. He whispered a curse to himself as to resent the contact you two had shared. Biting his lips in pure regret at the mere memory a few minutes ago.

"Y/N please." The knocks still kept coming through.

You only stood against the door, paralleled from the man on the other side. You had no idea what course of action you were going to take. You were furious about the distance he kept himself from earlier, and then suddenly it was all gone because of a kiss. Yet here you are, setting up walls to him.

You didn't want any more walls or distance to grow, you wanted him to be forward to you and he'll do so.

Now, it's your turn to talk, before regret suffices.

"Shit. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry… I really am—"

"Jake," Your voice muffled against the door, which Jake had heard, immediately backing away at the click of the doorknob.

You twist the knob and pull it to see a distressed Jake in front of you. His doleful eyes locked onto your figure, waiting for you to tell him something, anything.

"I'm not… mad at you." you muttered.

Jake stood quiet as his look at you stayed bewildered.

"I was just startled… I didn't know what to do— or what to say." You plead, your eyes are red as it remains glistened.

No words came out from Jake, possibly dumbfounded by your response.

"When did you realize you liked me, by the way?" You asked out of nowhere, attempting to tone down the tension in your system from earlier.

"When you started talking about that barista more… and it's 'like'… without the D." He admitted it extremely easily, causing you to subconsciously let out a short chuckle unexpectedly at his last words.

"What?" Jake's brows furrowed at your uncalled reaction, his smile perking up at the sight of you smiling at him.

"You just said that so straightforwardly, it… it kinda caught me off guard."

"There's no point in getting nervous around you again, kissing you was my last straw."

"Oh, so you finally loosened your walls? "

"Yeah, I guess you could say that."

The both of you shared the same laughter. Eyes showing genuine feelings of forgiveness. There was no need of words to let the both of you be reminded of anything, yet it still felt guilting.

"What if you become distant to me again?" you voiced your concern, the faint smile you had dropping almost at an instant at the thought of that question.

"I won't," The man only took deep breaths as he slowly took a few steps forward, stepping foot in your home. The tense air that compressed between yours and Jake made you shiver, it felt ticklish, although you concealed the feeling as you didn't want this distance to part with you.

"I like you, and even more than that,"

From his aggressive grip behind your head earlier to a much more gentle approach as he slowly wraps you in for a hug, chin laying softly on top of your head, and his hand transferring to the back of your hair, patting gently purely because he wanted you against him, he wanted to be the one to calm you down from his mistakes. His eyes in pure concern as if he had done so much unspeakable pain.

You, on the other hand, were extremely glad at his sudden action, feeling too content within his embrace. It was at this moment that you knew that you indeed love him too dearly, and you only hope for him to reciprocate these feelings similar to yours.

"And I'm grateful for myself to even say this so boldly to you, even if it meant breaking your heart."

It only startled you once more when the man had continued his words after a minute of pausing. The words coming out from lips breezed against your ear, making you hear the mumbled words almost clearly.

You sneered at his response, causing the man to change his expressions to mild uncertainty.

"Silly, you didn't break my heart… Well, kinda."

"I'll make up for it?" He offered, the warmth of his breath getting through to your scalp caused your body to briefly shiver at the feeling.

"How so?" You asked cheekily, transferring your gaze up to the toned down storm.

"Tomorrow, I'll pick you up?"

You stayed silent at his invitation, the other not having a quick peek of your reaction which led him to assume the worst due to your unresponsiveness.

"Or not… I'm sorry. Am I going too fast?"

With this realization, he parts his hand from your hair as he pushes himself from you unhurriedly.

Alternatively you quickly pull both of his arms back to your clingy embrace.

"No you're not. I just like being in this position with you right now," You muffled against his jacket, now having your warm breath fanning over the fabric of his cloth sent heat up to his cheeks, bringing his hand back to where it was before.

"Let's talk about dates another time… Let's focus about what everything is right now."

the clasp between one another was definitely at its high. It's something you don't seem to want to let go of, as if you're addicted. Now that you felt him like this more closer than before, you wanted this to go on eternally. Now that he's with you probably having the same exact feelings, you're not scared anymore. Not the distance, not the words, not his presence.

All of those became a comfort, and honestly, this was too good to be true.

As you drown yourself in your own dreamy thoughts, Jake's head transfers to the side of your head, tracing you out of a segment of your endless realizations, shivering you in the process due to the ticklish interval.

"How about you Y/N? Do you like me?" He questions.

You remembered daydreaming this moment every night during so many months back, that era of you hoping that someday it'll happen.

and every night you always reply and say the same words in the same scenario.

"I do, and more than just… like. I am insanely in love with you."

With just that, it had sent a critical hit on Jake's beating heart. He couldn't believe that you were still up to loving him again after all that he made her feel. Yet here you are, giving him a chance.

It still left a pinch of guilt within Jake for the reason of what he did to you that initiated your outburst of emotions from earlier. He was stunned to see that side of you and he wanted to never witness that side of you, ever.

It was at this moment that Jake would promise himself that he'd take care of you for the rest of his life, and that he wouldn't spare a single mistake of his to have you return to the feeling of heavy sorrow because of him again.

EXTRA:

"Where's Jake and Y/N?" Seeun asked worriedly. Standing beside the gate alongside Tsuki and Sunghoon as they watch crowds of students walk past the gate. Only waiting for their remaining friends to have their respective classes to be dismissed, yet it has been almost 30 minutes since they've been waiting and anxiety crawls up on their systems.

"I don't know? What if they didn't go to school today?" Tsuki responds, darting her eyes left to right inspecting as if both of you might be a part in the sea of students.

"If they didn't go to school, they would have told us." Seeun grumbled, tip-toeing as if she could spot you or the man anytime soon.

"Oh— Oh! Hey!—" Sunghoon halted one of the students who they knew to be your classmate. "Uhm, question, did Y/N go to school today?" Sunghoon asked, the student paused for a moment since the sudden question had startled him. "Y-Yeah, but she went out really early… Something about waiting for her boyfriend or something. Only from what I assume though."

"Boyfriend? " All said in unison as the two girls' darted their focus to your classmate. All three gave a concerned look as their brows remained furrowed at the abrupt revelation.

Sunghoon uttered a thanks as the student continued his path, still leaving all three of them in a state of shock.

"Y/N? and… boyfriend? " Tsuki recalled, still too stunned about what your classmate had said.

"What about Jake?— Oh hey! " Seeun's demeanor switches in an instant by the sight of Jake's classmate who he always walks out the school with before meeting up with them.

Seeun asked the same thing as Sunghoon, although now related to Jake.

"Oh, he's with that Y/N girl I'm sure, since I remember seeing the same girl who's waiting there to the one who hangs a lot with you guys here."

"Well… what are they doing in— Where?! " Seeun was at the brink of freaking out yet remained her decorum.

"She was waiting outside our classroom, probs waiting for Jake… That's all I know."

Seeun now uttered a thanks to him as Jake's classmate walked away.

There was a confusing silence between the air of the three friends for a few minutes. All dumbfounded by the fact about... anything, related to you and Jake.

The stray thinking lasted until Seeun spotted you and Jake talking and laughing at each other at a distance.

All of them locking their gazes to both of you with a menacing look. Which the you and Jake had caught on immediately, only locking their gazes back until the both of you stopped in front of them.

"Let me guess…" Sunghoon started, placing his fingers on his chin as if he was speculating (the obvious).

"Girlfriend, boyfriend. Boyfriend, girlfriend." He stated as he pointed to one of you respectively.

Your eyes grew wide, startled by their assumption. "Oh What?— No no no no! We're not..." You look at the man with red tinted cheeks beside you, signalling him to not feel hurt in your next words.

However, before you could continue, Jake's hand instantly pulled your shoulder closer beside him, letting out an nervous smile from you while Jake's smile stood calm and collected.

"We're not a thing!"

"Yes we are."

"Jake!"

"We'll end up being a thing anyway so might as well think in advance."

Tsuki, Seeun, and Sunghoon all widened their eyes as they held in their screams of surprise.

"Y/N!" Seeun welled up as she shakes your arm aggressively, creating fake crying noises.

"We were just gone yesterday and suddenly you two are in a relationship the next day?!" Tsuki exclaimed.

You and Jake only let out shy giggles at their reactions. It was funny to see them at this state yet you had to tell them what really happened sooner or later.

All of you proceeded to walk out of school as the three bickered about your relationship with each other. Seeun mostly, seeing the side of you which was so down for the so-called 'boyfriend'. All of their voices mixed badly inside your little friend group bubble as they all ask the same thing yet ask them so messily.

As this was happening, Jake's hand softly landed on yours as a secret invitation to hold his, which you immediately complied. Squeezing his hand in an attempt to tease him, letting out a small "ow." from the other.

"You better tell us everything, okay?" Seeun rambled. everyone simultaneously agreeing to Seeun's words and nagging you to tell them the whole story.

Well, they'll be in for a longggg walk.

© seungiepup. please do not modify, edit, copy or reproduce any of the works published.

[angelwheat]

Pyro and/or medic headcanons?

Pyro ; Random Headcanons

author's note: i'm chosing to do pyro as i realised that his space on my masterlist is blank... perhaps i could elaborate on some hcs for medic another time.

warnings: none | pronouns: he/him

Pyro knows his fair share of the mercs secrets. Sometimes, they confide in Pyro because of his nature to always wear his mask. Therefore, he'll never be understood if he tells these secrets. A few times in conversation, he's muffled these secrets to others and no one even knows it.

Pyro loves insects! So much that he's goes as far as keeping the ones he finds with him at all times. There's been times when he's wandered around the base with small beetles or snails. He wants to keep an earthworm as a pet, but Engie disapproves. Spy hates his fascination for bugs.

Despite being labelled childish, Pyro legitimately loves cartoons. He's often found beside Scout whenever he so happens to be watching them. He typically favours female characters, to which Scout finds odd.

Speaking of cartoons, Pyro has drawn the team in his very own cartoon style. He regularly draws, but only shows few mercs his artwork, usually Engineer, Scout or perhaps Demoman.

Pyro doesn't actually need to wear his suit all the time. However, he simply chooses too as he regularly commences in.. fire related activities.. so he may as well wear it at all times as he tends to be around flames a lot.

He's not allowed caffeine at all. One time, he tried coffee and was running circles around the base... with fire. Literally.

The amount of sugar Pyro consumes alters the way he sees through Pyrovision. When he's had more sugar than usual, the rush of sugar makes what he sees becomes harder to make sense of, and sometimes frightens him as the people and things he sees look creepily distorted.

[arminreindl]

Mekosuchus

My recent-most Wikipedia deep dive was in equal parts enlightening and frustrating and it concerned no other than Mekosuchus, everyones favourite heartbreaker of a recently extinct crocodile.

For those unfamiliar, let me give you some footnotes before getting into the nitty gritty. Mekosuchus is, or was, a genus of terrestrial (NOT ARBOREAL) dwarf crocodile from Australasia, first appearing during the Late Oligocene. They were small, how small we don't precisely know but its generally estimated that adults would be in the 1-2 meter range (so about 3 to 6 feet I believe?). The heartbreaking part? The last confirmed Mekosuchus died out only 3.000 years ago, and some publications even suggest they could have stuck around until just 1.700 years ago. Yeah, we got REALLY close.

Art by yours truly, I'll explain the massive difference down below, just be patient.

But lets get some of the basics out of the way. Mekosuchus was a small mekosuchine crocodilian and currently, four species are recognized. Mekosuchus whitehunterensis is the oldest from the Oligocene/Miocene of mainland Australia, immediately succeeded by M. sanderi during the Miocene. Both these species were described as having had blade-like posterior teeth (at the back of the jaw) and both coexisted with a ton of other crocs, including Baru, Quinkana and some bizarre ones like Ultrastenos.

After a bizarre break in the fossil record, Mekosuchus shows up again during the Holocene on the islands of New Caledonia and Vanuatu, ironically mirroring the meiolaniid turtles I talked about previously. Fossils are securely dated to about 3.000 years ago, but Balouet and Buffetaut also suggested that some of the younger remains may only be 1.720 years old, overlapping with human settlements. But this isn't accepted by everyone. Regardless, these species differ from their older cousins by lacking the blade-like teeth, instead going for crushing dentition.

Art by artbyjrc and Kahless28

With such different teeth comes different ecology, of course. A 2015 study suggests that the neck vertebrae of M. whitehunterensis were well adapted to rapid stresses, specifically caused by side-to-side movement of the head. It is thus speculated that they shook their heads to strip meat from carcasses, rather than performing the iconic death roll (as that might hurt the animal on land).

M. inexpectatus meanwhile was seemingly better adapted at crushing hard-shelld things, crabs, insects, maybe snails even. Holt and colleagues suggest that it might have lived much like a modern dwarf crocodile, spending its time in river streams and coming out at night to forage. Dwarf crocodile via the San Diego Zoo and Mekosuchus illustrated by my friend BatmanelVisigodo

Both however are thought to be terrestrial, having short, altirostral skulls, big eyes and nares that face sideways, not upwards as in semi-aquatic crocodilians. They were however NOT ARBOREAL. Yes I know I know, its a bummer. To those unaware, a commonly cited missconception is that Mekosuchus was a tree-dweller, which was originally suggested by Paul Willis in the 1990s. However, this was more of an off-hand comment at the time that certain people (including me in the past) have run with, causing it to spread and be almost considered fact by some. Hell, it says a lot when Mekosuchus, in many circles, is thought of as "that tree croc". However, not only was Willis suggestion based on the now outdated notion that monitor lizards weren't around at the same time, later authors also note that the toes of Mekosuchus really don't show any adaptations to climbing specifically. So alas, it would seem that this was only a myth. But don't worry too much, sometimes crocs climb regardless, just not vertically up a tree. Mekosuchus artwork by Manusuchus

Now at the beginning I teased that there's a reason why my images for M. whitehunterensis and M. inexpectatus look so different. Well its kind of painful really. Despite being known for about 30 years now, with 300+ bones known from New Caledonia alone, Mekosuchus is incredibly poorly studied. The original description only figured around half a dozen bones and while the next three species were all named in the span of just 5 years, they are all incredibly fragmentary. And then, just after another expedition collected more bones....things went silent.

The last 20 years saw the publication of only a single paper extensively dealing with Mekosuchus itself, with two skull reconstructions coming out in less detailed sources. The first is Holt et al. 2007, a powerpoint presentation from a paleontological conference. The presentation made some fascinating claims and even provided a reconstruction of the skull, but sadly. Nothing ever came of it, the research was never formally published and the lead author has since then changed fields into Astronomy. Actually had a nice talk with him earlier today. Then there's Scanlon 2014, which offers even less. In the book  Carnivores of Australia: past, present and future, Scanlon briefly touches upon mekosuchines, featuring a new composite reconstruction of M. whitehunterensis. However, this is not elaborated on in the text, despite the drastic differences to how M. inexpectatus has been reconstructed before. So we are left with two very different appearances. Are they simply really different looking species? Is one interpretation faulty? Should Mekosuchus be split? Who knows, might be a while until we figure it out. But until then, here's the two together, one looking much like a dwarf crocodilian, the other more like a sebecid. An interesting contrast for sure.

As per usual, this research was done as part of me doing a major haul of a Wikipedia page which you can read here Mekosuchus - Wikipedia. It's been an interesting, if a little frustrating task, but it was fun properly reading up on this animal and putting this information out there for people that don't wanna dig through 30 years of literature (including one paper in French). Hopefully I suceeded, at least the page is a bit bulkier now.

[littlemisspascal]

Mailroom Crush Part 8

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word Count: 2900+

Summary: A story about Reader who works in the mailroom of the embassy and her encounters with a handsome, brown-eyed DEA agent.

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, harassment--Stechner needs a warning all for himself, mild violence (a punch), blood, inaccurate depiction of an embassy mailroom, this is only loosely based on canon of Season 3 so the timeline does not 100% match the show’s

Author Note: *awkwardly throws this out there after several months of nothingness* Thank you everyone for the lovely support! Hope you enjoy this 💝

PART 7

Javier’s absence is sorely felt from the moment you first enter the embassy the following morning. The hours seem to drag by at a snail’s pace, your lunch break a depressingly lonely affair filled with worrisome thoughts about what your boyfriend’s doing right now. How was his flight? Has he arrested Franklin yet? What if there was a fight between them? What if he’s been hurt? 

You try to keep yourself busy to avoid overthinking things, offering to make Riley’s delivery rounds for her which she happily accepts. But even the usually bustling and loud atmosphere outside of the mailroom seems to have lost its energy, staff members quiet and on edge.

Recognizing your increasing anxiety, Riley sets up a radio on her desk to fill the silence. The music notes fill the space like water in a bathtub, slowly lulling you into a relaxed state as you organize a pile of letters. It’s almost as if a protective bubble has formed, and as long as you stay in it, everything’s alright. Javier will come home safe and sound. You’ll have another grilled cheese date together. Life will carry on like usual.

An hour later, Stechner strolls into the mailroom, the smarmy smirk on his face a needle putting a fatal end to your peaceful sanctuary. He walks right up to you, circling around the table and bracing his hip against the edge like he’s got all the free time in the world to bother you with more of his taunts.

You don’t think it’s a coincidence he’s chosen this precise moment to enter the mailroom when Riley’s stepped out to grab a snack from the vending machine. No witnesses means he’s free to speak whatever’s on his mind.

Stechner clears his throat, causing the hair on the back of your neck to prickle. He’s looking at the bundle of letters in your hands, mouth curled at the corner in what you would call a friendly smile on any other person in the universe. With him it only has your spine tensing up even more. 

“You’re a hard worker, that’s a good character trait to have,” he says as casually as someone would comment on the weather. “You’re pretty, too, always a plus. It’s just a shame you display some shaky judgment in men.”

It takes all your self-control not to clench your hands. Think of the letters, you tell yourself, neatly arranging them in a pile. People would be mad to receive torn and crinkled mail.

“You and Peña, still going strong I’ve seen,” he continues, looking at his cuticles now. You can’t help noticing how short his nails are, cut down to the plate, no hint of white. Or, maybe not trimmed, but chewed off. Maybe the man isn’t as immune to stress as he likes to present himself.  “I guess it’s true what they say, true love prevails no matter the opposition.”

Before you can bite your tongue, you find yourself responding, “Opposition? Is that what you call those pictures you sent me? Because I think a better term for them would be ‘misleading’. They didn’t exactly tell the whole story.”

“Maybe not,” Stechner agrees, a mocking note in his voice. “But around here nobody ever knows the whole story. Not even certain dashingly handsome DEA agents.”

Your eyebrows lift, annoyance buzzing under your skin. It’s growing steadily harder with every conversation with the CIA Station Chief to resist being dragged into the grudge match between him and Javier. You still don’t know your boyfriend’s reasons behind his obvious detestation, but at this point it’s not necessary for you to know them to join his side. You have your own laundry list fueling your disdain.

“Let me tell you something, honey, maybe it will make you hate me a little less or maybe not but,” he lifts a shoulder, not at all bothered which way you feel about him, “there’s always going to be new bad guys to fight. That’s what happens when there’s a war going on. And this particular battle with Cali, it needs soldiers willing to follow orders. Not heroes sticking their noses where they don’t belong and certainly not naive little mailroom clerks.”

Your vision seems to tunnel, teeth grinding against each other. The idea of stabbing this man with a letter opener abruptly comes to mind, but your limbs remain frozen stiff.

“I thought a little push might put you back in your lane, but no such luck,” he continues with a woeful sigh, and you feel something caged inside of you begin to rise to the surface. “I get it though. Really. Guy like Peña pays a nobody like you some attention, flirts a bit, takes you home…it would be hard for anyone to wanna close their legs. There’s not exactly a line of men waiting to fill the void. Although, if I’m being honest, I’d be tempted to try.”

Crunch.

It’s supremely satisfying to feel bone break beneath your knuckles and watch blood gush from his nostrils, staining the front of his suit jacket. Stechner lets out a pained grunt, grabbing at his face and staggering backwards a step. You relish the sight. He’s not untouchable. He’s just as fragile as any other man.

Riley walks into the mailroom then. All it takes is one glance at the scarlet fountain pouring out of Stechner’s broken nose to have her gasping aloud. “Oh my God!”

Her shout is a bucket of ice water on your anger. Dread swells in your chest, clawing at your insides, and you’re suddenly aware of how much your trembling hand is throbbing.

Oh fuck what have you done.

Several staff members have appeared in the doorway now, drawn by Riley’s distress. Their gazes dart between you and Stechner, putting the pieces together and murmuring amongst themselves.

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Stechner’s saying to a worried Riley who’s offering him a box of tissues. “Just a difference of opinions.”

It doesn’t matter what filth he’d said to you, that he’s smiling right now through his bloody teeth. At the end of the day, you’re a lowly mail clerk and he’s the CIA Station Chief. This was a battle you were destined to lose.

~~

Naturally, you expect to be fired for your transgressions. You punched an extremely important and respected government official, it only made sense to cut all ties with you immediately. 

You walk into Ambassador Crosby’s office thirty minutes later anticipating being told to pack your things and catch the first flight back home. 

What you don’t anticipate, however, is being told you’re suspended for two weeks without pay. That the only reason you’re not walking out of there jobless is because Stechner apparently was gracious enough not to have hard feelings and insisted you stay, that the mailroom–no, the whole embassy in fact—benefited from your hard work and dedication to your tasks. 

Ambassador Crosby says you should be grateful to be sticking around. But when you leave that’s the farthest emotion on the spectrum you feel.

You have no idea what Stechner’s weird mind game is, and yet you have the sinking feeling you played along exactly as he wanted you to.

~~

Perhaps the only benefit of being suspended from work is now you have an abundant amount of free time to catch up on your chores. The pile of laundry has been overflowing for a good week or two, not to mention the dust bunnies multiplying underneath your couch. 

Riley calls in the afternoon, probably on her lunch break given the amount of noise in the background. She balances the thin, blurry line between a concerned friend and a nosy coworker hungry for a piece of what she calls the most exciting gossip to ever spread through the embassy. You’ve gone from an unknown entity to a public spectacle overnight, everyone curious to know what made you snap.

You collapse on your bed after she tells you that, staring up at the ceiling and wondering how the hell is this your life. It’s definitely not anything close to what you thought it would resemble after losing that dumb bet with your mother. Maybe handling mail all day isn’t the most exciting job in the world, but it’s safe, comfortable. Not a forever kind of thing, there’s still so much you want to do and see, but for right now it’s good. 

Wonderful, actually, because without this job, without the mailroom that has become your second home, you never would have met Javier. Never would have known the sound of his laughter, how his jaw clenches when he’s frustrated, what he looks like with swollen lips and hair tousled by your fingers and half-lidded eyes dark with arousal. Your heart pangs painfully in your chest, missing him dearly. 

He’s brought so much warmth into your life, so much of that precious unspoken feeling you think–no, you know you want to tell him, to whisper it against his lips, his skin. There’s no denying it anymore, no doubts or insecurities, just absolute certainty your heart belongs to him.

I love you, Javi darling. More than I’ve ever loved anyone else before.

~~

It’s almost midnight and you can’t shut your brain off long enough to sleep. Your eyes burn with exhaustion, pajama-clad body sore after a full day of vacuuming and scrubbing and dusting, splayed out on your mattress. And yet, your thoughts are stubbornly wide awake, ricocheting off your skull like a dozen bouncy balls. 

They’re not even coherent thoughts. More like…sensations. A silent alarm. An invisible clock counting down seconds. Anticipation of something about to happen, but what that ‘something’ is, whether it’s good or bad, you have no idea. 

You’re contemplating a late-night snack, maybe even a movie, when there’s a knock at your front door echoing throughout the apartment.

You lift your head from your pillow, wondering if you’re so tired you’re hallucinating sounds now, if it’s–

Another knock, harder this time. A fist striking the wood without concern for bruises.

Throwing off the covers, you make the short trek across the apartment, footsteps cautious as you approach the door to peer out the peephole. There’s a second of disbelief that hits you because that’s–that’s Javier on the other side. Javier who’s supposed to be on a manhunt in another country. Javier who you’ve achingly missed these last two days. Your Javier who you love.

You can’t unlock the door fast enough, fingers trembling and breaths coming out in short pants. Wrenching it open, you all but throw yourself at the man, arms winding around his neck. 

“You’re back,” you say needlessly, voice muffled against his throat where your face is buried. He returns the embrace just as tightly, hands roaming over your back and touching your hair, like he’s refamiliarizing himself with your body. 

“Tesoro,” he murmurs, lips pressing against your temple, and the nickname comes out as a shuddered breath, thick with restrained emotions. Your heart skips a nervous beat, those antsy sensations flaring up beneath your skin.

Something’s wrong.

“Javi?” you ask, pulling back for a better look at his face. He won’t meet your eyes, jaw set so hard you worry he’ll hurt himself. It’s not because of anger though. You’ve seen him mad before, seen him with fire in his eyes and a snarl on his lips, and this isn’t that. This is…this is something worse.

This is a man who’s on the cusp of falling apart, holding on by his own stubborn willpower.

“I’m sorry for coming so late.” He swallows, throat bobbing, and something inside of you aches. “I just…I had to see you.”

“I’m glad you’re here,” you tell him, tugging on his hand. “Please, come on in.”

He follows without protest, through the door and past the couch, down the hall to your bedroom. With only the dim light of the lamp on your nightstand, everything’s softer around the edges, troubles not quite so heavy. You sit on the edge of the bed, Javier coming to stand in-between your legs, looming yet unthreatening, almost like he’s shielding you from the world. You grab onto his hand, find yourself tracing the creases and calluses. He’s lost one of his nails, the tender skin ugly and black, and you think about what that means. If it means anything at all.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask, keeping your voice purposefully low, still staring at his hand. The fingers curl reflexively, a tremble he can’t quite repress.

“Oh, tesoro,” his answer seems to rumble out of the darkness, washing over you like icy rain, “I don’t even know where to start.”

You ignore the shiver of unease running down your backside, pulling instead at his arms and sleeves until he’s lying down on the bed beside you, faces scant inches apart, noses almost brushing. For the first time, you detect the faint scent of alcohol on Javier’s breath, brown eyes shining even in the dimness.

“Wherever you want,” you finally say, lacing your fingers with his. “I’ll catch up.”

And for a second time, Javier indulges your request to open up. Words tumble out of his mouth and are immediately soaked up by your ears. You say nothing, only listening, only gripping his hand.

Franklin Jurado has been arrested. His wife though, beautiful and blonde Christina, has been snatched away in the night by the very same cartel her husband works for. Her whereabouts? Currently unknown. She might not even still be alive. And without her by his side, Franklin refuses to cooperate. Javier’s case against the Cali Cartel has now become even twice as complicated. Has the risk of falling apart entirely if he doesn’t come up with a solution fast.

In the morning light, you think these bombshells he’s dropping will hit harder than they do now as the clock displays 2am. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep which keeps your emotions calm, like you’re floating outside of your own body; or maybe it’s his nearness, that greedy internal part of you too pleased to have him here to care about anything or anyone else.

It’s hard to imagine such horrors exist outside the walls of your apartment when the best thing that’s ever happened to you is nestled beside you in bed. 

But you see the look in his eyes, that scorching flame of determination he always has when talking about justice and bringing down the cartel, and it’s still there now, flickering in the midnight hours despite the crushing pain of disappointment and defeat. And you know that in the morning light he’ll be out there again, chasing after those unimaginable horrors, because Stechner, the fucking asshole, was right: Javier’s a hero.

And you—

Impossibly, you find yourself loving him even more.

Javier’s the first to fall asleep, nudging his forehead against yours, arm slung over your waist. He looks younger while he dreams, endearing in the way he curls his shoulders inward, making himself smaller in order to better fit in the curve of your own body. 

Your nose bumps against his, and it’s strange how the feeling of his exhaled breath against your mouth actually makes something loosen inside of you. A knot come undone. You lay a gentle hand on the side of his cheek, thumb ghosting along the smooth skin beneath his closed eye. It’s a gesture of affection and reassurance. 

A gesture that says: Sleep, my love. Tonight you’re safe with me.

~~

You wake up to a line of heat molded against your backside, lips pressing a trail of kisses along your shoulder, neck, ear, cheek. Each spot of contact makes your heart perform funny little flips every time. God, you’re so gone for this man. Your mouth curls into a smile even as your eyes remain closed, and you hear Javier’s quiet hum when he realizes you’re awake.

“I’m sorry tesoro,” he says lowly, not sounding very apologetic at all, “I couldn’t resist.”

You snort, imagining your bedhead and the pillow creases on your face are so utterly attractive. “I don’t mind,” you murmur, tilting your head to give Javier’s lips better access to your neck. He doesn’t hesitate, pulling you closer against his body and burying his face in the space, mustache tickling the tender skin. 

You really don’t mind. In fact, you’d love it if every morning began this way. 

With one hand still beneath your pillow, you move the other to run your fingers through his hair only to wince at the protesting throb from your knuckles. It’s been days now since you broke Stechner's nose, but the pain of the punch still lingers as an ugly bruise. You make a mental note to ice it later.

Javier shifts, lifting his head from your neck despite your disappointed noise, and you know the second he sees your injured hand because his whole body goes tense. In the next beat he’s sitting up, cradling your hand in both of his with the same gentleness one might handle a baby bird that’s fallen out of a tree.

You sit up too, legs folding underneath your rear, eyes flicking nervously between his eerily blank expression and your bruised knuckles. The warmth of the morning has all but evaporated, a cold chill piercing your chest that has your lungs constricting.

“Tesoro,” he says finally, bland and stoic and perhaps the closest you’ve ever been to Agent Peña.

“It’s fine,” you say, too quickly, and your teeth immediately sink into your bottom lip. This is not how you wanted this morning to go.

“Tesoro,” he acts as if your mouth never opened, gaze slowly rising to connect with yours, dark and inscrutable, “what happened while I was gone?”

[thetrailofflames]

The Watercourse Culture

Values:

Beauty, Graceful, Family, Creativity

Ranks and Hierarchy 

Captain is seen as more the face of the guild. Can be seen as more of a figurehead at times but typically the one behind most descions.

Monarch is the one who is in charge of the camp. Anything done for the camp, this cat is in charge of such as the nursery and repairs.

Assistant is the one who is in charge of the processes outside the camp such as patrols.

Watchers are in charge of keeping watch of the waters. Checking for floods and other signs.

Cleric are the typical doctors of the guild. Charged with the world of medicine and all things healing, especially with the access to water.

Instructors are similar to sergeants in the same vein they watch over the training process but they oversee certain aspects and divide them into hunting, fighting, diving, swimming, and crafting.

Nurses are thewho look after and care for the young of the guild.

Augars, a more common rank than the other guilds and typically high in authority due to their nature.

Cantors the one who serve through song, who fully take to their siren nature as well as providing and telling history with pleasant melodies. 

Divers are the ones who go to the depths of the river for hunting. Trained to deal with the worst ways and pressure of the river.

Wrights are the builders of the guild. Cats who do construction projects and weave tools.  

Veterans retired cats who have served their guild and earned their rest. They are cared for the whole guild. 

Rangers isn't the most common rank by a rank nonetheless for ones who don't desire a specific field.

Succession

An assistant is chosen based on voting. It’s decided what’s best for the guild and who’s the captain, good balance is key for the guild to flow as smooth as the very river that provides for them.

A cleric (or augar) usually has the last say in this vote.

Native Prey 

Various Fish (trout, pike, bass, salmon, carp, gar, etc) 

Duck / Geese / Swan as well as their eggs (delicacy) 

Turtles

Fish eggs (delicacy)

Frogs (rare)

Snails

Clams / Mussels (delicacy) 

Trading

Shells

Water stones 

Eggs

Stones

Cattails

Nets

Decoration

They typically like to decorate themselves with shells or seaweed. Seaweed is braided commonly into their tails.

A cleric wears a moss cloak, flowers are optional.

An assistant wears fish bone bracelets

A monarch wears a willow shawl with flowers of their choosing. 

Body Traits

These cats are considered the fluffiest of the guilds. 

Fish tails

Scales that can range from over the body to the paws (range tends to vary)

Barbels 

They have webbed paws as well, polydactylism. 

Fins than range from the rear to the back of the head (range tends to vary)

They have small circles like ears. 

They are the third tallest of the guilds. 

Their sleek fur makes it easier for them to swim as well as having an undercoat.

Cats typically can hold their breath for around 8 hours.

Naming System

Fish (Haddock-, Bream-, Trout-, Ruff-, Snapper-, Mackeral-, Tang-, etc)

Waterland plants (Reed-, Cypress-, Willow-, etc)

Waterland birds (Loon-, Swan-, Heron-, etc)

Water (Puddle-, Pool-, Rain-, Storm-, Splash-, etc)

Sound (Loud-, Song-, Chatter-, Chirp-, etc)

Waterland mammals (Otter-, Vole-, etc)

Religion

Rivals the Splinters in their general lax attitude towards the gods. The tend to show honor towards the rain and rivers an except being their founder and deity.

They’re patrons are the river, the Tiger, and Sirsha. 

Holy days

Rain - a time of tranquility. A time for fun and games and a time for relaxtion. Thin-furred cats especially love it compared to their long-furred counterparts. 

Sirsha’s Gleam - to them, a time to study their river and tell the tales of their founder. 

Courting + Bonding

The most romantic of the guilds by far, no contest. 

Typical start relationship early in life and it’s very common for a cat to have more than one partner romantic or platonic.

The process involves bringing many trinkets that display affection and appreciation. Singing or nest building is the final step to a complete courtship.

Cats are allowed to pair off with other cats but will treat any kits that result like just like their own from the usual partner(s). 

Family

Cubs typically nurse the past expected time for bonding reasons. The nurses typically share the nursing, and a lot of kits are close to their suckle caretakers for this reason. 

Denizens typically live in the same den as their parents and siblings until they find a partner (s) and even then, the partners might move in if there’s enough space. 

Death + Burial 

It’s a celebration of the life of the cat rather than a somber event. sing songs and the denizen’s family tell stories of their life. 

Waterdenizens are given a river burial. They set the body on a raft decorated with flowers, shells, and trinkets. The raft is sent down the river under the light of the moon. 

Other Information

To bury a waterdenizen is considered the most condemning action one cat do. Something reserved for the worst cats, traitors. 

Waterdenizens speak the slowest of the guilds. They aren’t in a rush for these and like to talk with pretty words.

Students have an interesting time at gatherings when they end up nuzzling other in-training denizens and their overseers have to explain why.

Nicknames are common such as little minnow, duckling, and guppy.

[wild-stray-renegade]

Polyester Pollution

Author’s Note: It is my personal responsibility to make sure none of these characters are having a good time— I’ve butchered their backstories and present to you the bony leftovers. Literally no one asked for this but the idea came to me and I started writing. If you want to see more of these two or this world, let me know!

TW: Plush...gore? Cursing

Word Count: 1622

     Our paws squelched in the tarry mud below us as we made our way across the open land. There's not much that we can see around us aside from the broken down buildings littering the area. I looked to our right at the one we lived in together with our draconian friend Derrin, as evidenced by the small scorch marks around one of the windows from a few of the wilder nights that the four of us had as a group. The crackling of the torch was oddly soothing in comparison to the silence of the vast landscape around us. My mind slipped into a daydream state about the shenanigans we would get up to. 

     A few seconds in however, I was broken from my dreamlike state. "...I miss him." I heard Damond mumble as he slowly came to a stop in our walk. His ears were folded back in pain. The sunlight bounced back from his little beady eyes as if to highlight the stinging hurt that decided to rear its ugly head in that moment. "I regret not being there for his final moments, not being able to say goodbye."

     A slight feeling of something new tugged at my chest; it felt like I had committed a crime and was paying the price. I'm not sure exactly what crime I actually pulled but there must've been something. "I'm…" I paused with a sigh and looked over at my buddy. "I'm sorry, Damond." I reached out a paw to comfort him but paused. Did he want to be comforted right now? Is touching him a good idea? Would that help or just cause more pain?

     Slightly ragged fur brushed against the fleece fabric of my dirty paw pads, shaking me from my thoughts. Damond had noticed my outstretched paw and decided he wanted physical affection, I guess. "Besnik… could you tell me how he was caught?"

     "Hmm? Are you sure you're ready for that story?" I raised my eyebrows. He had told me to wait for months now; the details aren't exactly a typical bedtime story that you'd tell your children late at night.

     Damond looked up at me with the pace of a snail. "I…Yeah. I'm as ready as I'm ever gonna be." He sat down on a mossy rock beside our path outside of the camp's borders. "I need to know how he passed on."

     I looked at him for a moment to make sure I didn't overlook any sign of resignation. The last thing we needed was this little shit of a fluffbutt breaking down on patrol. His stoic features worked a little too well in hiding any emotion he may have felt before. "I'm… okay." I circled around him to the other side of the rock and plopped down.

     "So. I can't recall their names or what in the hell we as a collective group have dubbed them as, but we were over there towards the Deslate Sea cause we were scavenging for those parts for Derrin— you remember, right?" I nodded towards him as he nodded back

     "Yeh; he was workin' on that one weapon; the one with the weighted spiked ball on the chain."

     "Exactly. Well, he had managed to track down a spot over there where there was an old hideout; we were thinking it was for another group of plush." I paused as the memories started to slowly creep back into my mind. "I… Well, Derrin was right on the building still being occupied, however he was a bit off the mark on who occupied it." 

     Damond's eyes shot up and locked with mine. I watched the pieces click together in his head. "No. There's no way."

     "Y'see, you say that," I raised my brow as I tilted my head towards him to emphasize my tone. "However when we arrived on the hideout's lot, the land surrounding it was covered in the same oily substance that we run into when we meet those creatures. The ones with the fire manes and tails?" I raised my paw behind my head and wiggled it to imitate the flames that line the back of the horse-like creature's necks and heads. Damond nodded in silence as he was more focused on what I was saying to interrupt. "The slick liquid? Well, I'm not sure it's really a liquid per se, but it had fully coated the area when we showed up. Was that a sign that we should've stopped?"

     Damond started to aggressively nod in response as his ears flopped in time, the black fur swaying with the wind. He didn't say anything aloud but I could see his eyes screaming You fucking dumbass! as they launched daggers into my chest repeatedly. It felt as if he was filled with the rage of a thousand suns and it was all being directed straight into not murdering me right then and there.

     "Yeah, yeah we should've. It was my first scouting mission though and I had never been properly trained; never thought I'd need to before then because we had Miraden with us. The rest of the team was decent as well." I shrugged as I mimicked a snort. "I thought I could be carried along by the others and be the healer of the group." I started to fidget with the small cloth tied around my wrist, the only reminder of my first and only 'owner'.  The text on it was barely legible, faded by the tests of time and the fact I wore it without any care in the world. 

     "So much for being a healer." My vision started to blur as I started zoning out and shutting everything down. The images of the night flooded my brain; the nighttime breeze blowing through my fur, the heavy scent of burning tar and gas searing my nose, the terrifying reflections in the oil as Miraden was jumped by one of the horse-like creatures, one of the hooves landing directly on his spine and cracking it in half, the ear-splitting screech that tore through the night and etched it's pitch into my memory and my night terrors ever since that terrible night, the lifeless eyes staring back at me as my closest friend's mangled body lied in a pool of tar, stuffing and cloth scattered around his corpse—

     A soft tap on my shoulder tore me from my nightmarish trance as I jumped into the air, my sword clattering onto the rock below. My eyes focused onto Damond's auburn, black and white furred face staring back into mine. His brow furrowed in concern as he tried to calm me down. "Hey, Besnik, bud, it's okay. You're safe now. You can't be attacked here. We have the barriers around the perimeters; you're safe. It'll be okay." I noticed my thoughts and my movements were more erratic than they normally were. My paws vibrated due to the anxiety and severe stress triggered due to the attack. 

     "Sorry, didn't realize I was zoning out so bad." A slight stutter escaped at the second word as I was trying to calm down; something I've never done before. I covered my snout with my paws in embarrassment as my face turned into a furnace— this is a horrible time to find out that my warming mechanism from being an Emotional Support Bear still works to some extent.      

     Damond could pick up on my situation as he smiled softly. "It'll be okay, Besnik." He proceeded to pat my head and then handed my sword back to me. "Here, take your blade before it vanishes into the void with half of your belongings. You have your shield and we need to keep the two together, you nut."       I scoffed as the comment playfully stung. I was still looking for my sewing kit so I could fix up the tear on my knee but that's been lost for a few weeks now. I swear, Derrin stole it and hid it among his hoard like the plush dragon he is. "Okay listen here, you little shit-'' The laughter bubbling up in my throat quickly vanished when we suddenly heard the quiet th-thud, th-thud, th-thud of hoofsteps to our right. A loud exhale soon followed as the massive shape of a horse's head peeked around the corner, liquid as thick as syrup dripping from the snout and the mouth. It's soulless eyes stared at where we sat as if it knew exactly where we rested. The neon flames on its neck blazed with a violent energy unlike anything I've ever seen before and illuminating the area around us. Pieces of rough fabric and coarse fur rested in the pools of the tar, the fabric stained and mangled by the substance as if it tainted the fabric to the point of no return. Small tufts of cotton sank into the horse's skin— if you could call it that.

     There was a massacre here.

     "A Nightmare…" Damond's voice dripped with fear as he gripped his weapon with his long tail and preparing to lunge at the towering enemy. "Time to avenge my fallen brethren." The fire reflected in his eyes to highlight the anger and pain that delved deep into his soul, tearing it to shreds with every passing moment. I turned to face the horse and stared into the glowing holes of his eyes, crouching and preparing to lunge. The calm settled on the field as the wind suddenly stopped for a few seconds and all fell silent. The only noises that could be heard were the crackling of the Mare's flames and breathing.

     As if rehearsed for years and then led by a conductor, we lunge towards the Nightmare at the same time with our weapons held high.

[fontainebleau22]

ao3 wrapped but every 5th number

What an inventive ask! Here we go.

5.What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

My Bandom Summer Blowout story, But the Past Ain't Through With You. I didn't expect it to get much attention because it's a tiny addition to a huge fandom, but it got one or two recommendations which generated a continuing stream of interest. I'm very pleased by that.

10. What work was the quickest to write?

When was anything I write quick to do? I'm a very slow writer at all times, and my progress on The Rebuilding in particular has proceeded at a snail's pace. I think actually my current Yuletide assignment gets the prize - it's come together much faster than in previous years.

15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

The Rebuilding! I posted chapters 4 and 5 over the late summer/autumn, and have a lot of chapter 6 written: I am determined to see it finished. I also have an idea for next year's BSB so I will be writing that through the spring too.

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

Oddly, for this year, one of the stories I wrote for Yuletide in 2021, Bread and Circuses. It was a prompt for a very obscure book fandom, Tanith Lee's Biting the Sun, which I think I've mentioned before as one that's meant a lot to me all the way through my life. So I wrote a story set in Four BOO about Kallis and her circle and their lives there, and it's the thing I've gone back to most, partly because I'm pleased with how it turned out, and partly (I think) because it's nice to have more of the story, even if I wrote it myself.

25. Did you receive any gifts this year?

I did! First I had the companion art for But The Past... by the delightful @venomwolves.

Then for Yuletide I received three gift fics:

Remnant of Association by clachnaben (for Pat Cadigan’s The Girl-Thing Who Went Out For Sushi);

Senate Narrowly Approves Criminal Justice Reform Bill by JeannetteRankin (for Biting the Sun) - I actually wrote Bread and Circuses as a gift for this author, so we are clearly a fandom of two!

And an absolutely amazing interactive fiction based on Italo Calvino’s Invisible Cities: Masked Cities by reconditarmonia.

30 I will hold over as I've been asked it elsewhere!

[turtletaubwrites]

Numbers Game ~ Part 13

Pairings: Cross Guild x Fem!Reader

Numbers Game Masterlist

Word Count: 5318

Ao3 Link

Summary: You get to work on party planning, but your disagreement about the budget leads to some uncomfortable questions.

Author's Note: I am unwell. If it wasn’t allergy season, I’d roll down a hill, and lie in the grass for a while 😅

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Swearing, Smut, Established Relationship, Manipulation, Humiliation, Pet Names, Power Imbalance, Cross Guild boys are VILLAINS, Possessive Behavior, Teasing, Threats, Size Difference, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Hair-Pulling, Degradation, Unprotected Sex (stay safe out there), Bondage, Foursome - F/M/M/M, Gangbang, Brat Handling, Vaginal Fingering, PIV Sex, Creampie, Large Cock, Cunnilingus, Punishment, Orgasm Control, Multiple Orgasms, Dom Mihawk, Dom Crocodile, Switch(?) Buggy, Death Threats, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers, Shameless Shameless Smut, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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“If you’d listened to miss Y/N before, she might still be yours,” Crocodile scoffed, shoving Buggy into a chair at a small desk by the door, leaving him close, but not too close. “This is your one chance to prove you’re not a complete idiot. Don’t fuck it up.”

“You got it, boss,” Buggy chirped, sneaking a wink in your direction while you fought a smile.

“Here you are, darling,” Mihawk interrupted, setting your notebook in front of you, along with a transponder snail. “I trust that you’ll behave on your calls today? I’d hate to have to come up with some sort of punishment if you try to–”

“She won’t try anything, huh, sweetheart?” Crocodile rasped. Goosebumps crawled over your skin as the back of that golden hook lifted your chin, drawing your eyes to his. “You’re our girl now, right?”

“I am,” you agreed, breathless as the truth left your lips. He tugged on a bit of your hair, that look of ownership sending warmth through you. 

I’m theirs. 

Humming at the thought, you laid out your notes, and went to work.

~

“This event will be expensive,” you warned, adding to the list of items needed to throw a party fit for the pompous guests you knew too well. The guest list was small, but you knew it would grow as the clients you'd called today gossiped amongst their privileged circles, and you hadn't even made it through your list yet.

“I already sent Galdino to meet with the backer you secured. That should provide more than enough funding,” Mihawk noted, looking at you over the top of his book. 

“Besides, they’re not here for caviar,” Crocodile huffed from his desk on the other side of the large room, “they’re here to pay for murder. I think that’ll be enough of a thrill for them.”

You cleared your throat, scribbling on the corner of a page.

“Do you disagree?”

How did he get here so fast?

Mihawk laughed at the little yelp you let out when Crocodile pulled the list from your shaky hands. 

“They want a show,” Buggy’s head declared as it floated between you and the larger man, his jazz hands floating beside his face. He gave a quiet huff as Crocodile used the notebook to swat him away like a fly.

“I’ll listen to your recommendations, sweetheart. Tell me why you think I’m wrong.”

Mihawk joined him in front of your desk, the two of them towering over you while Buggy started pacing. 

I wonder if I’ll ever stop being afraid of them. I wonder if that’s why I want to stay.

Shaking off the fear, and the flush to your cheeks, you straightened before answering with a steady voice.

“I’ve known most of these people for years. They want thrills, but only if they’ll be safe, and only if it’ll be good for their bank accounts in the long run. We need to convince them that they’ll gain more than they give by funding us.” You couldn’t read the emotions behind their sharp-eyed stares, but you pulled yourself through.

“We need to sell the product, and we need to be desirable. If we don’t look just as wealthy as they are, they won’t think we’re worth the air we breathe, let alone their precious berry,” you ended on a sharp note, swallowing a scowl. 

Mihawk leaned over the desk, holding your jaw while he stared at the hint of a snarl on your lips.

“My sweet, little rabbit doesn't seem to think highly of her old clients. This entire plan relies on these wealthy contacts being loyal to you, Y/N. You didn’t exaggerate their trust in you, did you?”

“No, I didn’t,” you breathed, your jaw clenching beneath his fingers. “As long as I keep being useful to them, they’ll keep pretending they care about me.” 

Ice filled the room from the pressure of your words, nausea coiling in your stomach.

“I’m good at what I do,” you coughed, Mihawk's fingers letting you pull away while you took a breath. “They’ll listen to me, but we need to put on a show.”

“Good thing you’ve got the flashiest showman around,” Buggy crowed, floating pieces of him over your desk again, shielding you from the cold stares of the other men.

“Buzz off, clown,” Crocodile snapped, resting his hook on your desk with a low, metallic thunk. “Sweet girl, do you think we’re liars?”

“Wha– n-no. I didn’t–”

“Skittish, little rabbit,” Mihawk purred, shouldering past Buggy’s now solid form to trail a finger down your cheek. “Why would you ever need to worry? You have so many uses.”

“Don’t start with that shit, swordsman,” Crocodile growled, moving beside you to trap you between them. 

“Didn’t you hear that hatred on her tongue, sandman? Aren’t you curious if our little rabbit carries that same venom for us?”

Buggy’s frantic eyes found yours around Mihawk’s side, but your golden-eyed lover returned his fingers to your jaw, pressing in.

“Do you hate us for using you, darling?”

He released your face at Crocodile’s looming threat, but his predator’s gaze still held you frozen.

A large hand across your shoulder blades relaxed you for just a moment, until that deep voice warmed your neck.

“Answer him, sweetheart.”

“Of course she doesn’t hate you, she’s–” Buggy started, going silent at the vicious glare Mihawk sent his way. 

Tension grew with every second until you found your voice again.

“I don’t hate you. I want to be here,” you laughed, a strange joy moving through you as you shook yourself. “You threatened to kill me, but I still trust you more than I trust any of those leeches.”

Lightheadedness came in a wave, your body buzzing as you looked back and forth at their frightening faces.

Fuck. Why did I say all that? Why didn’t I keep it professional?

You let out a sigh of relief as Crocodile's hand rubbed up and down your spine, and Mihawk lifted your knuckles to his lips. That gentle kiss felt overpowering, and he hummed when a soft noise left your throat.

“I think that’s enough work for today, don’t you, Crocodile?”

“Why don’t we take our dinner in the banquet hall tonight,” he suggested, tapping his hook on a blank notepad on your desk. “You can show us how to prepare it for a party of leeches.”

“Or we could just enjoy all the new tables to fuck you on,” Mihawk laughed, pulling you out of the chair to carry you. 

They bickered about who would be going first along the way, laughing at Buggy’s attempt to claim a turn.

“Go order the food,” Crocodile snorted, gesturing down the hall. “Stop being a fucking nuisance, and you might get to watch.”

You directed them to the large dining hall, giggling as Mihawk laid you across the head table. The room was already set up well, a small stage at one end, the head table stretched along a connecting wall, and round tables scattered across the floor. Once you had a more complete RSVP list, you’d be able to make a decent seating chart.

You propped yourself up on an elbow, your brow creasing a bit as you thought of which guests would need to feel extra special, and be seated the closest to your lovers. 

“I’m amazed that little mind of yours can focus on work,” Mihawk teased, tapping his fingers against your forehead. You threw your head back with a moan as he snuck a hand up your skirt. He rubbed his knuckles over your clit through your panties, already damp from the feel of his skin while he’d carried you. “When this little cunt is always so fucking hungry.”

“Dinner is served,” Buggy interrupted your moan, crashing through the doors with a rolling cart of food, the sliver-domed covers glinting under the lights. The tray slammed into a chair as he stared between your spread legs, his hands flying to catch the wine bottle and glasses just in time.

“Too bad,” Mihawk sighed as he licked the taste of you off his fingers. “I was about to have dessert first.”

Too many conflicting feelings flowed through your mind while you ate in this opulent room, drifting you away from the conversation as visions of fake smiles and expensive clothes danced through the hall. 

Gloved fingers on your knee snapped you back.

Buggy made a show of eating the last few bites off his plate, not meeting your gaze as your lips parted from his risky touch. 

What are you doing?

So far your sweet clown had done nothing but try to protect you from these men, but now his fingers were teasing up your thigh under the table. 

You wanted to let him, your mind starting to race through every possibility, every reaction.

Mihawk snatched that wayward hand from your lap before you had a chance to think, and you yelped when he slammed it on the table. 

“We decide when our girl gets to play with her toys.”

“Right, of course,” Buggy squeaked, his ears going red while Mihawk crushed his hand against the wood. “Sorry, boss, I was just feeling handsy! Ha, w-won’t happen again!”

Buggy’s tense giggle at the word handsy tore a laugh from you, and he managed to steal his hand back while Mihawk stood, his chair scraping across the floor. 

“Time for dessert,” he threatened, wicked fingers pulling you up by your hair. He dragged you away from the plates before tossing you on the edge of the table. Taking a seat between your legs, he gripped your ankles while you panted, trying to gain your bearings.

But you couldn’t gain your bearings, Crocodile’s lips crashing onto yours taking you over. He sat beside you, a satisfied noise leaving his throat at your desperate reaching for him. 

“Since you’re feeling so handsy, why don’t you pin hers down?”

Buggy hesitated for a moment, but pulled up a chair on your other side before his floating hands pressed your wrists into the wooden table above your head. Even though this was exactly where you wanted to be, being restrained and surrounded on three sides had you resisting against his hold. 

“You look so pretty like this, sweetheart,” Crocodile purred, tracing the side of his hook along your struggling arms, the barest scrape of the sharp point making you gasp.

“He’s right, such a tasty little rabbit in our trap,” Mihawk agreed, speeding your pulse as he pulled your panties down your legs. He dropped them onto Buggy’s lap, bringing a whimper from those painted lips. “Try not to come in your little pillowcase this time, and you might get to do more than hold her down.”

Buggy met your gaze, the need in his darkened eyes making your breath hitch.

He’s never looked at me like this before.

Your lovely clown, the Warlord of the Sea that had rescued you from your boring life. He'd taken you to new highs, given you more pleasure than you’d ever known. Before they came, he had looked at you like he wanted to eat you, to take you, to keep you. 

But the look on his face when he watched these other men have their way with you was something else.

He fucking loves this.

Before you could smile at the thought, a wicked tongue dragged through your folds, circling around your clit before plunging inside you. You filled the air with Mihawk’s name as he devoured you, until Crocodile’s fingers muffled your moans, making you tear up while he smirked at your stuffed mouth.

“Do you mind? I prefer a little music with my meals.”

Mihawk smeared his face along your inner thigh, and you shivered at the feel of his wet facial hair teasing your skin. Crocodile huffed a laugh, but pulled his fingers out of your mouth. He lifted the fabric of your top, tearing more of the clothes that Buggy had bought for you into shreds before playing with your breasts.

So many sounds left your throat as they teased you, Buggy’s hands gripping hard while you writhed for them.

Predators toying with their prey. 

“Please,” you begged, earning a laugh vibrating through your core as Mihawk kept going. You were already twitching before his long fingers entered you, Crocodile’s hook tracing dangerously down the side of your body.

“Fuck, Mihawk, I’m so–”

“Close,” he taunted, pulling away from you. Crocodile gave a disgruntled noise, but followed suit, taking his hand away from your chest. He left his hook though, the point resting lightly below your ribs while he looked toward the man between your legs. 

“I think we were close to something earlier,” Mihawk continued, his fingers playing along your thighs while you squirmed with need. “Close to learning more about our precious numbers girl.”

The loss of that almost release had you whimpering, but his words fell over you like a weight. 

“She’s been good, hawk-eyes. Don’t be so mean,” Crocodile smiled, brushing a bit of hair from your face.

“You know I’m going to make her scream, but my curiosity has been piqued. I just have to know,” he threatened, pressing his fingers into you. You moaned when he found that spot, but he tortured you, the touch too slow for relief. “Tell me, darling. Why do you carry such contempt for these wealthy clients of yours? You told us that your life was boring, but you snarled like a beast. Did we take in a monster instead of a sweet, little rabbit?”

He attacked you then, his free hand on your clit while his fingers brought you close again. You couldn’t answer through desperate moans, and the sobs that followed as he cut you off again.

“Please, sir. Please,” you choked out, shaking with need.

“Why do you hate them, Y/N?”

Your name on Mihawk’s lips always seemed to wake you, and you tried to calm your breathing before struggling for an answer.

“They’re terrible people,” you gasped, faltering at Crocodile’s low chuckle. “They don’t care about anything besides staying rich, and impressing the same circle of vapid families with how much berry they can waste on stupid, pretentious bullshit. They’re so fucking obsessed with status, they’d throw someone to the wolves just for the slim chance of their inbred blood marrying into the Celestial Dragons.”

Your body had forgotten its need, seething as the words raged through you. These were thoughts you fought to ignore, useless, meaningless thoughts that could do nothing but piss you off.

Buggy released one of your wrists, cradling your cheek as his thumb gently stroked back and forth. You looked away from the confusion and concern in his eyes, embarrassment filling you like bile. 

As if he felt your shift, Mihawk lowered your legs, coming to sit on the table beside Crocodile, and you clamped your eyes shut against the force of their stares.

“I’m sorry–”

“Don’t be,” Crocodile rasped, rubbing his hand along your arm. “I’m glad my sweet girl has some fire in her.”

“I agree,” the swordsman interrupted as he laid his still-wet fingers on your side, “but this seems personal. Why do you hate them so much, pet. Tell the truth.”

“I just… I’ve been surrounded by these people for years. They trust me with their money, and their money comes with secrets. I see what they do with all the wealth I help them grow, and I see what they don’t do. But even with all that berry, and all that selfishness, they are still so fucking boring.”

A wicked laugh left your throat, and you found yourself smiling as you looked into three sets of eyes. You melted for them, letting the heat of your need for them pour from you.

“But you promised that I wouldn’t be bored with you,” your voice came out in a purr, and you relished as all three faces filled with hunger when you writhed for them. 

Mihawk jutted forward to pinch your pouting lip, something new and dangerous flashing in his eyes.

“Are you trying to manipulate us,” he dared, tilting his head as he scanned your face. “Did you already forget who owns you?”

“No,” you gasped, lifting your neck as he tugged your lip further.

“Mihawk, back–”

“Can you believe what a dirty slut your sweet girl is,” he taunted, his free hand tracing up your thigh while you held your breath. “She just tried to use her body to distract us. You really loved being called a whore, didn’t you?”

You fell back when he released your lip, moaning as he yanked your hips toward the edge of the table. Your legs dangled off the side, and you tried to slide off to stand until he ordered Buggy to pin your wrists down again. 

Buggy’s brows creased as he hesitated for a moment, a small line of worry etched into his face paint. Yet he obeyed, leaving you to glance up at Crocodile, imploring him for forgiveness that you weren’t sure you wanted. Your eyes fluttered closed when he leaned down, kissing your temple.

“It’s true, isn’t it,” he asked, his husky voice overwhelming you. The point of his hook ghosted across your chest, forcing you to slow your breathing. “I promised all you gotta do is tell me what you want, and I’ll take care of you, but you still don’t believe me? Manipulation is real fuckin' close to lying, brat.”

“P-please, I–”

“You’d better watch your fucking mouth,” he threatened, his hook pressing into the side of your neck. “You’re gonna take what we give you, and then you’re gonna tell us the truth. Don’t make me show you what I do to liars, girl.”

Nodding stretched your throat against that sharp point, so you whispered your compliance. He withdrew the threat as Mihawk’s evil laughter moved closer. 

“I’m not so forgiving,” the other man smirked as he lifted your legs over his shoulders. You barely had time to meet his golden eyes before he shoved his cock into you, laughing through your screams.

“Using your body against me,” Mihawk scoffed as he grabbed at your chest, pinching one of your nipples while he pounded into you. “I’ll show you what it means to be used, rabbit. You get to be a real whore tonight.”

The acoustics in the banquet hall were incredible, your screams of pleasure flying through the room as you came on his brutal cock.

“What a spoiled little cunt. I wonder how many rounds you can take? Would you still like a turn, clown?”

Buggy coughed, looking up from the sight of your pussy taking all that abuse.

“Wha–”

“Did you ever call her a slut? Did you ever fuck her like the desperate whore she is right now?”

“No, I…” 

“Mihawk–” Crocodile leaned in, pressing his hand down on your chest. The swordsman never stopped fucking you, and you had to fight to pay attention.

“She earned this, sandman, and I think we should give our toy a treat. He’s been so good at holding her down, and keeping his mouth shut while I ruin his pretty star’s pretty little cunt. Let me play. I know you’re enjoying it.”

“… Fine. Only because she deserves this punishment. You hear that, brat,” he rasped, grabbing your face to watch you wither under his silver glare. “You try something like this again, and I’ll let twisted hawkeye pick your punishment.”

He pushed away just as another orgasm was ripped from you, your body clenching around Mihawk’s while he dug his nails into your hips.

“Hardly a punishment. You’re nothing but a slutty little hole, aren’t you,” he jeered, rolling into you until your eyes rolled back. “Alright clown, if you still want to stick your dick into this comeslut, you need to follow my instructions. Do you still want to fuck her?”

Buggy looked down at you with wide eyes, and you couldn’t tell if he’d noticed your nod of consent as Mihawk slammed into you, but either way, he whispered, “yes.”

“Good toy,” Mihawk praised, his breath heavy as his thrusts started to stagger. “As soon as I’m done, you’re going to fuck my come into her. You’re going to call her a whore, and you’re going to fuck her like one. Can you do that?”

“Yes,” Buggy rasped, squeezing your wrists twice before taking his hands back to undress. Crocodile caught both of your hands in his. His eyebrow lifted just a tad, and you closed your eyes, knowing a smile would be on your lips if you weren’t making so many ungodly noises. 

Your safe word crossed your mind. All of your lovers knew it. 

But you weren’t even close to needing it. 

I’m such a slut.

You almost laughed to yourself, until you felt Mihawk start to twitch inside you.

“Look at my happy little whore. Just wait, darling. You’ll be crying soon enough,” he laughed before groaning, shoving his cock so fucking deep while he filled you. The heat of him made your eyes roll back, and you weren’t ready when they switched. 

Buggy’s needy moan arched your back. The feel of him sinking into your messy cunt after everything that had happened felt insane, electric. You met his gaze, his blown out eyes hardly human as he followed Mihawk’s lead, fucking into you like an animal. 

“Tell her what she is, toy,” Mihawk ordered softly, smirking at you over Buggy’s shoulder. 

“You’re…” Buggy started, his head tilting back as his breath sped through him. 

“You’d better not come before you tell her what a slut she is. And you’d better act like you mean it.”

Your sweet clown looked frantic as Mihawk’s dangerous fingers danced over his shoulders.

“You’re such a slut,” Buggy tried again, his soft voice making you moan. His bottom lip scraped through his teeth while he watched you react to him, and you cried out his name as he fucked you harder.

“You like this, don’t you,” he asked, voice gaining confidence with each word, with each thrust until you were screaming. “You like being a flashy little whore, huh? Like making me watch your pussy get fucking wrecked everyday?”

“Fuck, yes, Buggy, please.”

“Gods, Y/N, you feel so fucking good baby–…”

“She’s not good, she’s a dirty fucking hole to fill,” Mihawk growled, gripping Buggy’s hair while he whimpered. “Tell her what she is, and you can come inside her right now.”

“F-fuck, you’re a dirty slut. You filthy fucking whore. Fuck, I’m–”

That twitching, throbbing cock filled you and filled you, it felt like it just kept going. Just a few more of those desperate, overstimulated thrusts of his would have sent you over the edge again. You hadn’t even noticed when Mihawk took over pinning your wrists before Buggy was pulled away, and large, ringed fingers played in the mess he’d left.

Crocodile’s eyes burned into you as he scooped come out of your used cunt, rubbing it along his shaft before pressing the tip of him to your entrance. You squirmed away, stopping your movement too late.

“Get her on the floor, clown. I don’t wanna break the table giving this brat what she deserves.”

Your limbs were loose as the other man got you to the ground, spreading your legs for Crocodile as he lined himself up, grabbing your hip to hold you in place.

“This is nothing, sweetheart,” he threatened, bullying his massive cock into you, the other men’s come being forced out to make room. A satisfied hum vibrated through him at your pathetic little whimpers. “You need to know how fucking serious I am.”

“Okay,” you breathed, eyes stinging with tears as he shoved himself all the way in.

“If I ever find out you lied to me,” he growled, filling you again and again as he started thrusting, “you’re not gonna like the punishment you get. I don’t care how sweet, how pretty, or how fucking useful you are, you’re gonna be hurting. Do you understand me?”

“Y-yes,” you whined, the pain almost tipping to pleasure before he got mean, fucking you into the floor. 

“Yes, what, brat?”

“Daddy, yes da–”

“Fuck,” he moaned, drowned out by your screams. 

Crocodile didn’t stop, fucking you as your body shook, fucking you until your tongue hung loose, the hint of drool at the corner of your lips. 

“I’m gonna fill this bratty little pussy up, then you’re gonna be a good girl and tell the truth, because we can do this all night. Are you gonna be a good girl, or are we gonna have to keep taking turns ‘til your pretty little cunt starts crying?”

“I’ll be good, daddy. So good–”

“Mm, just like that. Fuck, you take my come so well…”

He filled you impossibly full, come spilling down the sides of his cock onto your already sticky thighs. Then he left you empty, but not cold, sliding down your body to press soft kisses to your neck and shoulder. 

“You really are smitten, aren’t you, Croc?”

Mihawk’s taunt sent tension through the larger man’s body, and you held your breath while those silver gray eyes poured over your features. 

“We’ve got a good girl here,” he countered, brushing hair from your face. “As long as she’s not a liar.”

“Yes, yes,” the swordsman tutted, “let’s get our girl cleaned up so she can tell us all about that hatred in her heart.”

The afterglow dwindled quickly at those words, but soon Mihawk was wrapping you in a tablecloth, lifting you into his arms. He hummed again when you let your head rest against his shoulder, tilting his face to leave a kiss on the top of your head. That little touch brought all your relaxation back, even from the frightening man that held you. 

Buggy snuck a quick kiss to your cheek while everyone got a turn under the hot water, and sleepiness hit you hard as Mihawk wrapped a towel around you. You’d watched him shave while the shower warmed up, and now you stood on the fluffy bath mat, swaying while you stared at him in the large mirror. Crocodile had left, and Buggy hovered near the door, but you were caught on the swordsman.

“What’s that?”

You stepped closer, but pulled your hand back before picking up the dark glass bottle he’d tilted into his palm. Those unreadable golden eyes flicked to you while he dragged his fingers over his jaw, spreading that incredible smelling liquid through his facial hair.

“You tell me, bloodhound,” he smirked, holding his palm in front of your face. 

“Fuck, that smells so good.”

“Of course it does,” he chuckled, “what do you think is in–”

“Play your sniffing game tomorrow,” Crocodile grumbled through the door. “If our girl doesn't tell us the truth, we're gonna have a second round, and I’d like to get some sleep tonight.”

“Better not make daddy angry,” Mihawk warned in a hushed voice, nibbling on your ear before pushing you toward the door. “Better not make me angry either, rabbit. You know I can read you like a book.”

Shivering, you moved past Buggy’s wide eyes, glad to have him there. Mihawk guided you to sit against the headboard while the three of them sat around the edges of the bed, surrounding you again.

Silence strangled you, and you were about to crawl out of your skin until they all started speaking at once. The others conceded, leaving Mihawk to lean forward, touching your ankle as he spoke. 

“Tell us the real reason why you hate your wealthy clients, hate wealthy people in general? There’s something personal, and we need to know before you invite a whole slew of them to our lovely home. Can’t have you poisoning all the people who might give us berry now, can we?”

“I’m sure I’m not the only person who thinks rich people are trash,” you laughed awkwardly, yelping as his long fingers dug into your skin. “I'm s-sorry, it's just a joke…”

“Answer the question,” Crocodile ordered. His voice was empty, leaving your mind to fill in the terrifying blanks of what he had in store for you if you failed him. 

“Okay, I’m sorry,” you sighed, covering your face with your hands while you tried to pull your thoughts together. You opened your eyes to catch Buggy’s soft, worried smile, and you knew his hands would be comforting you right now if he thought they’d allow it. 

“I grew up with money, alright,” you spilled out, sounding more annoyed than you’d meant to.

Dead silence was finally killed by Mihawk’s derisive laughter.

“No wonder she’s such a brat, Crocodile. We’ve got a spoiled, little rich girl on our hands.”

“Shut up!”

Clamping your hands over your mouth too late, your eyes darted between all of their shocked faces. Buggy’s head had lifted a couple of inches off his neck, as if the force of his eyebrows raising had pulled it into the air. You bit your lip hard to keep from releasing panicked laughter. Crocodile moved closer, mirroring Mihawk with his hand on your leg.

“Tell us why you’re angry,” he soothed, rubbing his thumb along your skin. “But you need to stop making us dig for it, sweetheart. I’m not known for my patience.”

Blinking away stupid tears before they could fall, you nodded, letting your head fall back against the headboard before trying to speak. When the words finally came, it was like an echo through an empty room, your eyes almost unfocused as you told the boring tale.

“Family was rich. I grew up in those circles with all the parties, and galas, and expectations. I didn’t like it then either. But my dad died…”

Emotion swelled through the emptiness, and you had to swallow it down to steady your voice again. One of Buggy’s hands flew to yours, and no one stopped you from holding it.

“We stopped being rich. All those friends and neighbors stopped seeing us as real people. Even the parts of my family that are still rich treated us… They wanted us to beg for their help. To roll over, and let them– Fuck!”

They were all frozen through your frustrated yell. Buggy’s hand floated anxiously at your side after you’d dropped it to throw your hands into the air, digging your nails into your palms as anger rocked you. 

Why am I doing this? I’m such a fucking idiot. 

Your scolding thoughts couldn’t stop the wave of rage as it pushed through you.

“I don’t want to talk about this. I don’t want to talk about them. How badly are you gonna hurt me tonight if I don’t tell you anything else? Why don't I save you some time, because I will take a lot of punishment if we can just fucking drop it.”

The ringing in your ears seemed to last for hours until your labored breathing started to calm. Blue, gold, and silver eyes pierced through your body like vicious jewelry, clinging to your skin as you tried to disappear. You went unfocused again, staring vaguely toward the crown moulding as you awaited whatever pain they might inflict.

Almost at once, the three of them crawled forward, and you held your breath as they settled around you, their warm hands smoothing over your body. Mihawk and Crocodile brought their lips to your skin, Mihawk’s trailing down your neck while you twitched and whined. Crocodile kissed your temple before breathing along your ear.

“We promised to take care of you, Y/N. Want us to take care of somebody for you?”

“Hm,” you asked, a headache forming from the onslaught of emotions. 

“You’re ours, little rabbit. If you'd like someone to die, all you have to do is point the way.”

“Just tell me who, sweetheart. Daddy’ll gut them for you.”

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Part 14

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[sunshineseung]

This is my part of the “getting violently fingered by Seungmin” collab with @jisungsplatforms :) I hope y’all appreciate the title. Go read fic part after this one! Support other authors!!! :)

Caught on Camera // Seungmin

warnings: dom!seungmin, sub!female!reader but gender neutral language, car sex, teasing, fingering, filming (exhibitionism), squirting, “sir”, praise/degradation, kissing, mild aftercare

Seungmin’s hand sat calmly on your thigh as he drove you home, never letting his eyes off the road. He inches his hand closer to where you wanted him most after you’ve been needy all day without telling him. The GPS said you were still 40 minutes away from your destination, and you honestly didn’t know if you could wait that long to have Seungmin on top of you.

“Minnie,” you whine, “need you so bad right now.” Seungmin could practically hear the pout in your voice, gripping your thigh tighter before nodding his head.

“Want me to pull over, sweetheart?” You bite your lip and whimper, a clear sign that you had already worked yourself up to the point of no return. Seungmin steers the car off of the highway to an empty lot, begging to be used for a couple of horny 20 somethings to fuck in. “Backseat, now.”

His voice was so deep it sent shivers down your spine. Ignoring his tone for the moment being, you climbed into the backseat as he got out of the car and went back with you. By the time he got in the back, you already had your legs spread towards him, the skirt you were wearing bunched up at your waist.

“Eager, are we?” He smirks, pulling your panties down your legs and feeling your wet core. His finger prods at your pussy before circling around your clit. The little moans you let out sound so pretty, especially in Seungmin’s tiny car.

“Want your fingers inside me, sir.” Seungmin raises an eyebrow at your crudeness, shrugging and giving in nonetheless. He slips his middle finger inside your cunt, but he knows that is never enough to satisfy you. “More, please!”

“Are you gonna be good for me?” You desperately nod your head, looking down at his hand. Another finger is added, and when he bends his digits up into your sweet spot, you throw your head back. “You look so pretty, my little angel.”

“Thank you, sir.” His cock stiffens at your repeated use of that title. His pants are painfully tight around his groin, but he doesn’t care about that right now. Your pleasure is his top priority.

His fingers thrust slowly inside you, dragging against your walls at a snail’s pace. He’s clearly teasing you to get more out of you. Your sweet little whines and grunts make him smile, gently speeding up his pace until you’re grinding against his fingers for more.

“You look too gorgeous right now not to have on film.” Seungmin continues fingering you while his free hand moves from your thigh to his pocket, taking out his phone and swiping to the camera. “Be a good slut for the camera.”

Your legs shake, feeling your orgasm near as he takes a video of your trembling body. The sound of your dripping cunt being finger fucked is all caught on his phone, not to mention the visual of Seungmin’s glistening digits abusing your pussy. Occasionally, he’ll tilt the camera up to catch a shot of your face with your mouth hung open, loud moans escaping your throat.

“My baby likes being on camera, huh?” Seungmin bends his fingers into you again, making you arch your back this time. You feel so close, right on the edge of an intense orgasm. You feel the knot in your stomach tighten as his thumb starts to play with your clit. “Cum for me. Cum all for me.”

“Yes, Seungmin.”

“What’s my name?” He stops his movements, threatening to take away your orgasm. You start to cry out, mentally slapping yourself for using the wrong title.

“Yes sir! Anything for you sir!”

“Such a good little whore for your sir.” His movements resume as usual, a rough pace being reset immediately. You can’t help but whine sir over and over again until your vision goes from blurry to white, the bolts of pleasure striking through your body, leaving you numb and sensitive all at the same time. This orgasm felt different from your other ones, but you couldn’t tell why, nor did you care why. All you knew is that you were on cloud nine while Seungmin’s fingers were buried deep inside your spasming cunt.

As you come down, you slowly catch your breath, letting your legs fall limp. You look up to Seungmin, eyes seemingly in disbelief. He looked exhausted as if he was the one who just came. You didn’t realize why until your eyes darted down to his shirt and pants, soaked with spots of something wet on them. Your thighs had the same drips too.

“You squirted, baby.” Seungmin smiles, pulling his fingers out of you just to plunge them into your mouth. You sucking on his fingers is the last thing he gets on camera before stopping the video and tossing his phone back to the center console of his car. “You squirted all over me.”

“I’m so sorry!” You sit up, looking around for something to dry his shirt with. Seungmin, noticing your panic, grabs your waist and pulls you towards him into a heated kiss, your tongues meeting in a matter of seconds.

“You have nothing to worry about, Y/n. You looked so fucking hot when you squirted, I didn’t mind at all.” He giggles against your lips, sending butterflies to fill your stomach. Your hands move down to his aching boner, begging to be let out of its confines. “Slow down, cutie. I have to save something for when we get home.”

“Then can I see the video on your phone?” Your voice was weak, but it was a genuine question. He had caught your first time squirting on camera, how could you not be curious?

“Sure. Just don’t get worked up again.”

“I can’t make any promises, Minnie.”

And then y’all went home and like... fucked or whatever :)

[kamyru]

Hiya, can I request a fic for Toshiki Kasumi please (where MC and Kasumi are married and have a kid)?

It’s prompts 14, 16, 29, 32, 35?

I had an idea for how to tie it in but it’s up to you how you use the prompts of course!

I was thinking maybe the MC shows signs of illness in the first day (14) e.g having low temperature. Then Kasumi looks after her throughout the night and morning (16) and advises her to take the day off

Then maybe a co-worker comes on to him while MC is at home resting (29) where Kasumi either talks about MC and the child then (32) or maybe when he’s telling Takado about the female co-worker that came on to him (32).

Maybe then the MC starts to feel better by the afternoon and Kasumi is feeling down by the whole flirting ordeal so he goes back to the office and sees MC and their child drawing or something (35) - basically MC started to feel better so picked up their child from nursery/ school and decided to surprise him. Then maybe Kasumi mentions how a co-worker flirted with him when they get back home and something happens then. I’ll leave the response up to you? Hope that idea makes sense!

As I said, this is only an idea of how to tie it all in together it’s really up to you whether you use it or not!

Thank you 😊

Hi, @purple-rose27303! Thank you for your request. It's so cute and funny. Also, thank you for your patience in waiting for my answer. I hope you'll like it. Enjoy! ❤️

The prompts list used

14C. Taking their hand in their pocket to help them warm up on a cold day

16C. Coming to their S/O's home in the middle of the night/from work/from far away to take care of them because they are sick

29C. Says "I have a S/O" in the middle of an important meeting when someone is flirting with them

32C. Mentioning their spouse/children in a casual conversation/at work

35C. Turning into a softie when their kids appear

Kasumi - the caring husband (Scenario)

Author's note: Why did I give MC a UTI instead of flu, or something like this: flu and colds are usually infectious diseases. A responsible doctor who works with patients from intensive care won't come to work with flu or a cold. UTIs are common, very painful, cause fever, and can be treated at home (even if you need to go to the doctor beforehand). 

Word counting: 1929

Kasumi looked at his phone. It was already nine in the morning. For some people, it wasn't late. Yet, for him, who slept less than two hours that night, the time was slower than a snail. Who could have thought that MC's altered condition from the previous day would transform into something like this?

Pressing his nose bridge with his fingers, the cardiac surgeon recollected everything that had happened in the past hours. His memories began when he and his wife walked from work to their kid's kindergarten. During the day, MC looked normal. Yet, the moment she went outside, the cold breeze made her shiver. She pressed herself closer to her husband.

"Are you cold?" Kasumi asked, taking MC's hand in his. Her fingers were freezing. Taking both her hands in his, the man blew hot air and tried to rub them. A soft smile appeared on MC's face.

"I am tired," the woman whispered while hugging her lover. "You're so warm," she continued, drawing circles with her fingers on Kasumi's back, underneath his coat.

The Kasumis stayed like this till Toshiki looked at his wristwatch.

"It's getting late. We have to hurry to kindergarten."

After kissing his wife's hair, Kasumi took her by one of her wrists and shoved her hand into his pocket. MC pushed herself playfully into her husband, an action awarded with a head-pat.

Though, all he had time to do was to take his son from kindergarten and go back to work because of an urgent call he got from there. He had no idea that another urgent call would make him return in a few hours. After performing the surgery, everything was calm. Kasumi decided to stay for a little bit more, so to make sure that the patient was stable. When his phone rang at two in the morning, he thought it was another urgency from the hospital. Yet, on the screen appeared "Mrs. Kasumi ♥". It was how he named his wife the day they married, and it lasted till now.

On the one hand, Toshiki was happy to hear his wife's voice. On the other, he had a bad feeling about this late call. Unfortunately, he was right. MC's voice was weak, and the man could hear her chattering teeth.

"I feel sick," she cried. It was enough to make her husband rush home to see what happened.

He entered the house ten minutes later to a shivering MC under the warmest blanket. Kasumi had no idea if she was asleep or not, yet even in the dark, he could see tears glistening on her face.

"We are going to the hospital," Toshiki told his wife while wiping away the tears from her cheeks. Kissing MC's forehead, he started to look for the thermometer while calling Takado. Inserting the thermometer into MC's mouth, he explained to his friend the entire situation and asked him to take his son for the night.

In ten minutes, the entire Kasumi family was at Takado's. In less than fifteen, Toshiki and MC were at the hospital. It was already dawn when they finished the clinical investigation. The doctor explained to the other doctors what the results were. UTI - it was bothersome yet treatable. Antibiotics and bed rest could do wonders. The doctor looked at the other doctor, who looked at the third. Deciding that MC and Kasumi would be able to deal with it at home, the couple headed to the parking lot. With his phone in his hands, Kasumi called Takado:

"Sorry to bother you even more, but could you..," he didn't finish the sentence because the orthopedist had already given his answer.

"I already know, don't worry. I'll take your son to kindergarten. How's MC?"

Kasumi explained everything to his friend and headed home. MC took painkillers and was feeling a little bit better. Yet, before returning to her ruined sleep, she convinced her husband to go to work.

"I would call you as often as possible to update you about how I feel. If I don't feel okay, I'll call you or Takado. If none of you is answering, I'll call the ambulance. I'll text you if you are too busy to talk to me. Don't worry. I'll be okay!"

Still, it was hard for Toshiki to leave his wife alone and sick. So, he called the hospital to tell them he would be late. He let his wife fall asleep on his lap while he played with her hair. After Kasumi made sure that MC was sleeping, he decided to cook something light for her to eat when she woke up.

So, there he was, at nine in the morning, waiting for his wife to call him, even if he knew she had fallen asleep less than two hours ago. Kasumi knew better than to think it was what she had wanted. MC was the one to convince her husband to go to work to take care of the patients that had it worse than her. Yet, there he was, thinking only about her.

A sudden knock on his door made Dr. Kasumi put away his phone and act like the most concentrated man alive. Matsunaga's broad smile was pissing the cardiologist off.

"The doctors who want to watch your upcoming operation this week are already here. They want to hear your plan."

Kasumi rolled his eyes.

"Like now?"

"Like now," Matsunaga confirmed.

Making sure to take his phone, Kasumi went after Matsunaga to give a useless talk that could have waited. In the room were a few familiar faces, and a new one, of a young female cardiac surgeon. After giving all the details, the Q&A session began. All this time, Dr. Kasumi's hand was in the same pocket as his phone to know if it buzzed. Suddenly, an unexpected question changed the atmosphere from a professional one to an awkward one:

"Is it only me, or does your mind wander somewhere else?" the young woman asked, her words accompanied by a know-it-all laugh.

"I am sorry if I give you this impression. I promise it won't interfere with the surgery," Kasumi bowed.

"People always tell me that it's hard for them to concentrate near me. You don't have to be sorry. It's something natural," the woman continued while chuckling.

Dr. Kasumi ran his left hand through his bangs and then put his hand on the edge of the desk, near the pseudo-popular girl. Cooperating, a ray of sunshine fell on his wedding band, making it sparkle.

"My wife is home alone with a high fever, and I am waiting for a call from her to make sure that she is alright. I am sorry if my personal life makes you question my professionalism."

A smirk appeared on Matsunaga's face. Even from the start, he knew that the woman didn't come to look at the surgery. Instead, she was more interested in the surgeon. So, Kasumi let her know he wouldn't tolerate discussions besides those regarding the patient.

When the meeting came to its logical ending, Toshiki felt his phone buzzing. Excusing himself for leaving first, he picked it up. MC updated him about her well-being and complimented the food he had made. A soft smile appeared on the cardiologist's face. After dealing with all those doctors, hearing his wife's voice was a blessing.

"I heard someone tried to steal you away from MC during the meeting," Hosho said when Kasumi entered the office. The Chief was already used to how fast the gossip ran through the EICU.

"As if they could," was everything Kasumi said. Everyone thought he would retreat to his office. Yet, Kasumi's gaze searched for a certain orthopedist. When his eyes finally landed on Takado, an unexpected smile appeared on his face. "How was the morning? I hope my son didn't bother you too much."

"No. Good thing he's more like you than like MC. He asked me a few questions about what had happened and went reluctantly to kindergarten," Takado explained.

A soft smile appeared on Kasumi's face. It was the sign that a waterfall of words would follow. Before Baby Kasumi was born, no one knew his dad could talk so much. Toshiki didn't miss the opportunity to tell everyone how lucky he was to have such a wonderful family. Excusing themselves, everyone left except Takado, who didn't have a plausible reason.

"He's such a fantastic kid. Everyone says that I was a genius. Yet, when I look at him, I understand that I was nothing in comparison with how smart he is. Yet, I want him to get a taste of his childhood. I won't forgive myself if I ever find out that he feels pressed to be the way he is. A few days ago, he drew his family at kindergarten. Do you want to see the photos of the drawing? I have to bring his art to work. I know that I already have a lot of things made by him in here, yet there's no such thing as too much. I am proud of everything he does. Isn't he a fantastic kid?"

The smile on Takado's face got more strained with each word Kasumi said. MC and Baby Kasumi had the one feared surgeon whipped for them. There was a single thing that could stop Kasumi from bragging about his family - work. And that saved Takado from being Kasumi's victim for another few hours.

MC was right when she assumed her husband would be too busy to answer her calls. So, Kasumi got at least ten messages from MC about her health.

The cardiac surgeon was so busy that the entire EICU decided it was safe to return to their office without being told everything about his family. And that was why they were the first to find out about MC's surprise. Takado, who saw Mrs. Kasumi shivering in the car last night, was worried sick. Yet, MC's usual playfulness and energy put him at ease. Moreover, even if they ran away from Kasumi's brag, the entire EICU adored Baby Kasumi. So, thanking MC for bringing him with her, they competed with each other for his attention. The boy was really exceptionally smart. However, his mom's influence was there too. And the kid had a strange sense of humor, episodes of incomprehensible energy, and talkativeness from time to time.

When Kasumi returned to the office, he didn't understand at first what was the matter. Though, he heard a laugh that he couldn't ever mistake. Baby Kasumi was already running in his dad's hands. Putting him on his shoulders, the doctor went to his wife. A caring hand found its place on MC's forehead.

"Are you feeling better?"

MC leaned into her husband's touch and nodded. Her lower back still hurt, and she felt somehow flabby. Yet, spending more time with Kasumi was worth it.

"Hosho told me about your new fan," MC teased Toshiki. If his son weren't there, Kasumi would probably swear.

"Who cares? In the end, you are the one I am returning home to."

MC bit her lips to stop the desire to kiss her husband there and then. Instead, she took his left hand in hers and started to play with his wedding band.

"And I am grateful to have someone as caring as you by my side."

A collective "Bleh" echoed through the office. It was something Kasumi didn't want his son to take from his uncles, yet it was too late. Ignoring everyone's envy, the happy Kasumi family headed home.

[duckroulette]

Iris!! :v

Art by my beloved @miss-mossball u3u Full Name: Iris Gwyneira Nordlicht Gender and Sexuality: Female & Heterosexual Pronouns: She/Her Ethnicity/Species: Glacie (Snow Fairy/Nymph/Dragon hybrid) Birthplace and Birthdate: Glacie Kingdom Guilty Pleasures: Eating a shit ton of desserts -especially strawberry related desserts-, drinking, talking shit about people she doesn't like, being adored and catered to hand and foot, spending her fathers money, getting up to mischeif, playing tricks on the maids Phobias: Being ignored,, being abandoned/rejected/hated by her friends and love interests, cannot stand specific kinds of bugs (centipedes/milipedes, slugs, snails), hates hot weather or climates What They Would Be Famous For: Fairytale/Fantasy Canon she's a princess! So that's pretty famous I would say :Vc In the Modern Canon she's the daughter of world famous leading scientist Sara Nordlicht and fantasy author Scias Mori-Nordlicht as well as the grand-daughter of millionare and politician Rigel Nordlicht (Sara's father)

What They Would Get Arrested For: Public indecency, getting into fights, attempted murder

OC You Ship Them With: @miss-mossball's OCs: Haze Hearte, Peter Cottontail, Ace, Rufus, Bruce, Zephyr, Duke, Clyde @queenoftrash22's OCs: Baal My Own/Mark's OCs: Hitén, Tracy

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: My Own OCs: Caelestis Argyris, Rigel Nordlicht, Ririsia Nordlicht, Lyra Nordlicht @miss-mossball's OCs: Sigurd Hearte, Ace, Gunnar Hearte, maaaaybe Hilda Hearte?

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Fantasy, Fairytales, romance, erotica. She also really loves reading about history and geography books. (modern canon) Science fiction and manga.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Princess-types always needing to be saved uwu but also gets tired of "badass woman who don't need no man" who then falls in love and ends up getting saved.

Talents and/or Powers: - Ballet - Singing - Ice Skating - Controls elements of winter - Creating lil snow sprites to scope areas out and bring her information - Surviving and living in freezing climates

(these little buggers)

Why Someone Might Love Them:

“Iris is a really passionate person about the people she loves, once you’re in her circle she just has a way of making you feel like you belong there. She’s also incredibly respectable and smart. She’s popular but the love people have for her is genuine” - @miss-mossball

Why Someone Might Hate Them: Iris is a bully! She has a tendency to lash out both verbally and physically when things don't go her way She's very spoilt and bratty. If you annoy her, she will go out of her way to spite you, at varying degrees of harm. Her mother has made plenty of enemies too, and that’s an easy way to Sara is through Iris.

How They Change: Iris was born very sickly with complicated health issues and thus missed out on a lot of things young kids got to enjoy. She was kept away from her peers for the longest time, with her brothers being the only interaction close to her age. As a result her mother and father smothered her in various ways; her mother being overprotective and harsh and her father spoiling her.

By the time she was well enough to integrate into school, she was initially very shy but she was so happy to be around people finally, she basically made up a more confident facade and faked it until she made it - as her popularity at school grew, she spent more time going out to social events and climbing the social hierarchy of school life, all while trying to balance good grades and a healthy lifestyle.

She has a lot of internal struggles and issues she doesn’t voice as a result, and really depending on the canon that’s being followed, she usually develops into a very independent and more mature person, especially when she finally becomes a mother. Her daughter Noelle is an integral part to her story as a whole and it’s really for her baby that she changes for the better.

Why You Love Them: She was my second big oc! She’s changed and shifted so much over the years, and I have a lot of really good memories attached to her. She’s a brat but she’s my baby.

[muffindaddystyles]

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

Author's note: let's welcome the Christmas season with this cosy smut full of lovin'. This idea occured to me whilst watching one of the friends episode where Joey loves to do girly things. Yes. Your're welcome.

P.S: Requests are always open, don't forget to give feedback and reblogs.

Cashmere scent of opal stone danced inside the snuggly space, perfect warmth doomed around and Amour Plastique playing on the floyd vinyl recorder. You and him sprawled on the twin bed yet squeezed atop of eachother due to it's size, you steal glances of his soft pink hands like that of kitten paws working with the knitting needles with a determined pout and the crease of brows you're eager to massage.

The words you're reading on the tip of your tongue stuttered into void when he shook his knee in the admist of distraction as you're resting your head atop his thick thighs while reading The tell tale heart by Edgar Allan Poe.

Two cuppa of espresso you guys made together in the celebration of british showers outside cackling empty onto floor and his cinnamon breath relaxed your soul, everytime he'd poke his pink tongue out when the pattern would get quite tricky his sweater with three different hues of sky would ride up his smooth skin causing his ferns to weaver.

You flicker a gaze to him when he groans tangling his middle finger with ball of yellow yarn, "'ey baby—no rush, yeah?" You squeeze his ankles covered with your cupcake socksies. Pecking his thigh and turning on your belly to slide your palms under his sweater.

"But wanna see ye' wearin' it on the day of Christmas." He whines huffing with his puckered lips. You chuckled shaking your head at his cuteness winding your arms around his waist and climbing up his thighs with your legs wrapped around his's like a snail, like that of baby panda.

"Doesn't matter every time's christmas time when it's with ye' my baby." You cooed brushing his spindle of curls back and he groans letting his head fall on your shoulder, leaving a little kiss to your exposed clavicles.

He's been attempting to knit a sweater for you from past two months with the help of bunch of youtube tutorials and your guidance, waking you up in the wee of night with gentle sheepish taps when a certain chain went wrong.

It bursted your heart into little shrads of golden glitter. His affection could be too much sometimes that could make you sob into his neck, make love to him in the hours when world's asleep. Give him all lovin' he deserves. The way he makes you feel that of your first dance with him in the empty parking lot, shared sunsets in the meadows and watching movies at seven in the morning. He still makes you feel like that. Gooey, skittish and like a candy floss disappearing into rainbow water.

"How 'bout we take a break?" You suggest him and he pondered over it fumbling with the stray of lilac yarn at the hem of sweater he's knitting for you. "Hm. ye're right, how 'bout a quick shag?" His grin lopsided as he placed things aside sliding his arm under your bum to pull you closer to him. You snuggled into him giving him kitten whines and cries that turns him super on.

"Doesn't seem borin' t' me." You smirk kissing his temple meandering your fingers in his matte curls massaging his scalp that caused him to buck his hips with a moan of relaxation.

He tilts his face with shut eyes and thin lips exposing more of his milky flesh for you to leave love bites. You peer up at him with lust filled eyes while sucking and lapping an already purple hickey fading as of stardust.

"Mhm. puppy, c'mon do somethin'." He writhes under you grazing his digits beneath your blouse tweaking your nipple gently that caused you to jolt in his grasp. "Shh, 's okay. How d'ya want me?" You cradle his tired face in your warm calloused palms circling your thumb at the littlest of scruff on his chin while bopping his nose with your's.

"Want ye' to fuck meh." His lewd words heightens your breath and you nodded kissing his sweet deep spot beneath his earlobe making him grip the hem of your panties with lousy fingers.

"'M all yours." You whisper to him shimming his brown corduroy trousers down, his rosy lips parts away when you grind yourself over his thick bulge. When you were about to get rid of your panties he caught your wrists coming out of his sensual trance. "Don't. it feels good–when ye'r panties grazes me cock." You gasp flopping into his chest and he giggled kissing your hair sniffing your pomegranate scent.

"You're a minx, Harry Styles." You murmured against his lips with a happy sigh and he cupped your cheeks passionately as you moved your panties aside stroking the head of his cock between your pussy lips lubricating him with your arousal, flicking your clit in circles.

Your temples coming to kiss when you slided him inside your sloppy hole and he thrusted deep inside you where you could feel him in your tummy.

Giggles resonated into your tiny room when thunder erupted outside causing you to cramp around his thickness with a hard squeeze, "fuck." He grunted in between giggles shushing you with gentle kiss when you whimpered as he hit a sweet spot inside you.

You gazed him with hooded lids riding his cock with slow pace, admiring the way ecastasy gleed upon his features. Sloppy, obscene noises of skin slapping skin and moans mingling as you palpitated around his longevity.

"S' warm, could stay inside ye' fo' hours." He rasped out swiveling his hips into agonisingly deep thrust knowing you're bout to topple into the bliss making disgustingly cute noises against the apple of your cheeks as if he's taking bites out of it and you tittered looping your elbows around the nape of his neck playing with his baby curls.

"Mhpm. open ye'r pretty mouth puppy." He trailed his fingers to your lips pulling the lower plump one and when you stuck your tongue out he pressed the pads of his pointer and middle finger into it, sliding it towards your throat. Your eyeballs rolling to your head when with other hand he pinned your hips down fucking into you brutally, you gagged around his digits and in reaction he exhaled through his nostrils spanking your ass.

His stomach coiling with rapture. Your walls constantly squeezing and nursing his cock, the edge of your panties grazing his cock leaving a mild print and your whimpers with blushed face's enough to make him cum into you with long ribbons of white.

He kept fucking into you pumping his cum inside your tiny hole and your whole body shook blissfully like sea waves as pleasure drowned you inside it with a powerful force.

His sloppy thrust coming to halt gradually when you cacooned around his body whining with sensitivity and he stroked your hair affectionately reminding you of his presence. Your cheeks smashed against his chest and perked nipples flushed against him. He sighed with mellowness rubbing your calves and thighs on either side of his waist.

"Don't. Stay inside me." You mumbled hugging him warmly and he yawned pecking your ears, "fo' nap, kay? then we'll get ya cleaned up." He chuckled mid-sentence hearing your little snores.

Taking your chin he pecked you thrice before sliding under sheets with you ontop of him nestling his cock inside you like a warm wrap. The pink sweater with lilac shabby hearts and needles stuffed into it's loop sitting undone on the bedside as his token of love.

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[shoutogepi]

Alarm

Todoroki Shouto

word count : 2K (blurb!)

[ ✘ (nsfw!) ]  

themes : sub!shouto, dom!reader, praise, bondage

bio : Your boyfriend loves to be tied up and tortured, and you’re more than happy to deliver.

author’s note : uhhh idk in the past there’ve been some requests for sub sho so thought i would post these meager scraps to feed you guys while i work on the next fic (tamaki smut)

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🄰 loud moan floats from Shouto’s parted lips, his eyes slamming shut underneath his furrowed brow. His hips attempt to shift backwards, away from your touch, but the ropes holding down his thighs leave no room for escape. His muscles push against the restraints, but the only part of his body that he can move is his head, which he throws back in agony as your finger traces down his shaft.

The remnants of his ruined orgasm drip down the crevices of his abs, his cock red and twitching angrily at how you’d jerked your hand away as soon as his load began to spurt out. Without your touch his release had been painfully unsatisfactory; he had cried out in distress as the ecstasy instantly vanished and only its phantom remained, leaving his cock erect before you.

“Do you wanna be a good boy for me now, baby?” Your words splice the tension in the air, and he moves his face forward again to see your fist close around his length.

“Aha— ah!” He groans as your lips hug the head of his cock, your tongue experimentally roving over his salty, flustered skin. Swirling it around his swollen tip, your watchful eyes take in the intoxicating expression painted over his handsome features. When your cheeks hollow and you welcome more of him into his mouth, his eyes nearly bug out of his head and he lewdly whimpers,” S-Sensitiveee.”

His caution falling on deaf ears, your gaze only twinkles with threat as you take even more of him between your lips, your tongue washing the bulging vein that splits into two on the underside of his cock. Shouto gasps and attempts to lift his hips at your persistence, half-lidded eyes glued to your every move. His tongue pokes out to wet his lips, and he takes his bottom lip between his teeth as you begin to bob your head. The length of him easily glides in and out of your mouth, and his tip pressing against the walls of your throat makes his eyes drift upward underneath his lids in pleasure. His breath is ragged, muscular chest shaking with each sharp inhale.

Incoherent words tumble from his mouth, his eyes straining to stay open. Your torture on his cock sends electricity shooting through his limbs, the stimulation almost too much— but fuck, your pace is just right— you know how to dance upon the fine line between too much and not enough, and it has him sweating and seeing stars. His cock is harder than ever, and he cannot fathom how you’d managed to keep his length this erect after his climax.

“Ngggh!” Shouto grumbles when your fist glides over the head, flushed cock twitching violently against your palm. “Please,” he croaks, drooping eyes cast down to lock with your own, peering up at him with a wicked glint. He isn’t really sure what exactly he’s asking for, but the word slides out of him without a thought.

His heart begins to hammer in his chest as you stand, and his eyes instantly fly to the glistening folds between your legs. He can only whine as your leg swings over his lap, your arms landing on his shoulders and pulling yourself closer to him. His cock jumps as your hard nipples drag against his skin, and you giggle as the slick hardness pokes your abdomen.

Your chest flush against his, you lean in and press the softest kiss to his lips. Shouto’s head spins, his hands itching with the need to reach out and pull you closer to him. His jaw falls slack as you begin to grind against him, your slick slipping onto his cock and trailing down his thigh. Your core is so hot against his aching length, he lets out a long moan as his head falls back once again. Your hips roll against his restrained lap, pulling your clit along his pink skin with ease. Pussy leaking onto him, even though you’re in control you can’t help but let out an erotic groan. Having your seemingly-aloof, collected man struggling to keep it together underneath you has your eyes rolling back in excitement, your teeth conquering his lower lip. Raising your hips, you guide his tip along your slit and around your soaked entrance in deviously slow circles.

“Y/N,” Shouto gasps, brow cinched and perspiration glistening along the side of his handsome face. His eyes dart toward your pussy hovering over his cock, gulping audibly as you lower yourself just halfway onto the tip. “I— fuck, I don’t think I can—“

Your fingernails delve through his two-toned locks, scraping against his scalp as you grab a handful and pull, eliciting a deep, lustful sound. His chin juts into the air, sharp jawline hiked upwards, but his eyes do not leave yours. There are no words to describe the passion that crackles between the two of you; all you can do is give him your most sultry gaze and cheshire-like grin.

“You can,” you purr, your other hand brushing him against your clit one last time, “and you will.”

His cock pushes into you, parting your slippery walls like a hot knife through soft butter. You sink down onto him slowly, savoring the stretch as you accommodate the delicious intrusion. A broken moan rings from Shouto’s lips, but he doesn’t dare break eye contact with you. Your gaze is fiery and demanding, and he can only watch your face as the warmth of your cunt envelops his tender length in a silky, intense euphoria.

Just as your mouth had taken him before, your pussy welcomes him at a snail's pace; just fast enough to keep him panting but slow enough to sate his weary cock. Your hand still rooted in his hair, the other reaches behind you to scratch your nails from his knee toward you. Goosebumps rise to meet the stuffy air of the room, and his head falls to lay on your arm as you sink back down onto him, balls deep.

Sheathed inside you, Shouto can barely keep his wits, his eyelids heavy with lust and exhaustion, but he would never miss out on an opportunity to see your blissful, dominant expression above him. Deciding to give him a reward, your free hand lands on the wide expanse of his chest, your fanned fingers sliding shut to capture his nipple, and rubbing the sensitive bud gently as you massage the hard muscle underneath. He lets a loud cry loose, cock perking upright inside of you at the stimulation.

You begin to increase your pace, restless to feel his thick member draw along your walls. Shouto cannot keep the noises of pleasure from surfacing, unabashed and gravely moans releasing out into the silent room. Your clit rubs against the bicolored thatch of hair at the base of his cock, and his hips try to buck against the ropes without prevail. The angle of you on his lap provides fulfilling access to deep inside your womb,  your essence dripping down his balls and onto the chair underneath him to form a small, slick puddle.

Your hand leaves his chest momentarily to grip your own breast, placing it into Shouto’s open mouth before finding purchase on his pec once again. He latches onto your tit instantly, tongue rolling around your nipple before sucking on the pebbled bud and flicking against it with reckless abandon. His eagerness to please only turns you on even more, your hips slamming down to stuff yourself with his heavy length.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so damn good,” you groan, tightening your loosened hold on his hair. He grunts in immediate response, lips wrapped around your breast and tongue working feverishly. “You’re such a good boy, yeah— you’re my good boy,” you praise, and your tit falls from his mouth as he lets out a whine.

Your words have him twitching inside and quivering underneath you, harsh puffs of steam surging from his now gaping mouth. Orange embers begin to lick the edges of his scar, a coating of frost emanating from his hand tied behind his back. He can only say your name, chanting it like you’d cast a bewitching spell upon his beautiful, delirious form.

The familiar coil tightening in your stomach, you groan as you slam onto him with newfound ferocity. No longer holding anything back, your fingers leave his nipple to gently grip his throat, fingers winding around the thick, corded muscles there. His eyes are on you, both hands forcing him to match your searing gaze as you fuck yourself onto his cock.

“You’re mine, you’re all mine,” you gasp, and he groans in agreement, the embers on his face growing into little flames along his skin. “Fuck, does my good boy wanna cum? You gonna cum in me, fill me to the brim with your seed, baby?” The words are sharp and frayed, your lungs nearly breathless as you bounce on his throbbing length.

“Fuck, yes,” Shouto moans, voice trembling as your fingers press into the racing pulse on his throat. “All yours— so close!” The chair beneath you squeaks as you pound yourself onto him, his body shaking as the pressure in his stomach nears its peak. “P-Please, I need to... Please let me cum,” he begs breathlessly, desperation emerging in his gray and blue gaze. 

His request has your cunt fluttering around him, an offering to charm the ravenous beast of your dominance. You hungrily accept his words, nodding as your jaw falls, the feeling of his long, thick cock splitting you taking over your senses entirely. “Fuck, be a good boy and cum inside me then.”

The fingers in his hair yank hard, pulling his head backwards as your other hand keeps its tight hold on his neck. His body tenses, and you cry out as you drop your hips onto him for the final time. Both of your strangled moans fill the room, ecstasy wracking through your bodies as you hurtle over the edge together. Your legs shake as your cunt squeezes around him, and his body strains against the ropes as he coats your walls in hot and sticky spurts.

Your trembling fingers soothe over his damp skin, pushing the hair dangling over his eyes back to press a kiss to his forehead. He hums at the gesture, cooling his breath so it calms the rosy skin of your chest. The flames flickering on his face dull before dying out, the intensity of the moment lulling as your hand slips from his throat, arm wrapping around his neck to place your lips on his.

“I love you,” he murmurs against your mouth, lips pushing against yours passionately.

You purr in reciprocation, but before you can voice your feelings the sprinkler on the ceiling bursts to life, cold water instantly drenching both of you.

You shriek at the rude interruption, sharing an incredulous look with the man underneath you, whose cock is still softening within you. After the initial shock, you let out a sigh, the gaze between the two of you knowing but still amused.

“You set off the fire alarm again, baby,” you can’t help but chuckle at the ridiculous situation, the shy grin on Shouto’s lips spurring you on.

“Technically you set it off,” he corrects, raising a brow at you. “I was just being a good boy.”

You smack his arm with a huff of faux irritation before you give him another quick kiss and begin to undo the ties on his wrists, wondering how angry your landlord will be with the two of you for yet another sprinkler-related incident. Concluding that Shouto can pay for any damages he’d caused, you decide that the session you’d just finished was well worth it, drenched furniture and all.

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➥ masterlist ✍(◔◡◔) thanks for reading!!

𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐩𝐢 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

[dahniwitchoflight]

KH: The Foreteller’s Animal Masks

This is half fun facts / half theory but basically it’s a list of which Sins/Foretellers are associated with which animals AND where the inspirations for the animal associations came from, since there’s actually a few different sources!

The first would be the Ancrene Wisse, which was a sort of field guidebook for Anchoresses (Female Abbesses/Monks/Nuns basically) containing rules of conduct and behavior 

https://www.hermitary.com/articles/ancrene.html

This goes into many things that honestly have cool thematic ties with symbolism for stuff in Kingdom Hearts, which I could honestly make a whole post in it’s own for tbh, but for here were focusing on one passage:

“The wilderness is the solitary life of the anchoress's dwelling, for just as in the wilderness there are all the wild beasts, and they will not endure men coming near but flee when they hear them, so should anchorites, above all other women, be wild in this way, and then they will be desirable, above other women, to Our Lord. 

In this wilderness are many evil beasts: the lion of pride, the snake of poisonous envy, the unicorn of anger, the bear of dead sloth, the fox of covetousness, the sow of gluttony, the scorpion with the tail of stinging lechery, that is, lust.”

So, we start out with a nice base for some of the Sin/Foretellers:

Ira - Wrath - Unicorn - Unicornis

Avaritia - Greed - Fox - Vulpes

Acedia - Sloth - Bear - Ursus

Invidia - Envy - Snake - Anguis

but then wait, here Gula/Gluttony is a Sow, a Pig, but in KH it’s a Leopard

As well as recently in KH, they’ve made it clear that Luxu/Luxuria is a Goat, not a Scorpion (As cool as a Scorpion would have been for Luxu’s emblem, but a bit too on the nose I suppose haha)

Well, interestingly enough, did you know that back when the 7 deadly sins was actually more like the 8 Evil Things once? And that they were also grouped into a Trio of their own? 

(Despair as Tristitia being the 8th one, because it’s essentially the sin of falling to sorrow/sadness or giving up, of blinding yourself to other’s troubles and causing sorrow in return or being too sorrowful to act, later it was folded into Sloth as a lack of diligence) 

But the 3 Major sin groupings was essentially the three Reasons that people would sin the deadly sins

Incontinence: Doing wrong because they couldn't help it. Or sinning from a lack of moderation or self-control.

Violence: Doing wrong because of anger, revenge or retaliation. Or sinning from by trying to force your will externally

Fraud/Corruption: Doing wrong on purpose in order to hurt other's. Or sinning from betrayal, lies and manipulation. 

These three things form a sort of Unholy Trinity in opposition with the Divine trinity of Father-Son-Holy Spirit

And, very famously, Dante’s Inferno links these three groupings to three creatures from a famous bible verse describing the destruction of humanity via it's own nature:

Jeremiah 5:6 - “Therefore a lion from the forest shall slay them, and a wolf from the desert shall destroy them. A leopard is watching against their cities, every one who goes out of them shall be torn in pieces because their transgressions are many, their apostasies are great.”

A Lion, A Leopard and A Wolf.

Now based on Dante’s actual writing which grouping with which animal and which sins is often debated, but usually it’s roughly as follows:

Leopard of Incontinence: Gluttony, Greed, Luxuria (from Immoderation, Extravagance, Wastefulness)

Lion of Violence: Wrath, Pride (from Murder, Suicide, Squandering, Blasphemy)

Wolf of Fraud/Corruption: Envy, Sloth, Sorrow/Despair (Tristitia) (from Corruption, Thievery, Falsifier, Betrayal) (yeah... old timey people did indeed view what was essentially depression as a “willful” sin aka something people did on purpose to hurt themselves, like they drown in their sorrows willingly because of a refusal to heal themselves or as a willing corruption of their soul, nowadays if it existed would definitely be thought of a Leopard sin I’d think)

So here it’s very easy to see where Leopardos and Gula get tied together, because in KH the sin of Gluttony is lifted above the other’s in the group, which makes sense because being gluttonous for money is greed, being gluttonous for luxuries was Luxuria (or sex for lust)

And here also, the Sin of Pride/Superbia is again associated with the Lion as it is in the Ancrene Wisse (though it’s also associated with Wrath strongly as well, so no wonder MoM chose Ira to be the next leader after he was gone)

So in all likelihood, this means that the symbol of the Master of Masters is most likely a Lion of Pride, Superbia (and if he had his own union, it might be something like Leo or Panthera) 

But honestly the biggest thing that definitely makes MoM the Lion of Pride is the passage in the Ancrene Wisse that elaborates upon the Lion of Pride, describing it as having “many cubs”:

“But the author continues the animal analogies, enumerating a classification of the sins. "The lion of pride has very many cubs," he states, and enumerates them: vainglory, indignation, hypocrisy, presumption, disobedience, loquacity, blasphemy, impatience, contumacy, contention, "airs and graces." “

Reminds me of both MoM’s many apprentices or Master Xehanort’s collection in the organization

Though the REAL reason is also because did you know when KH was still being thought of and designed, Nomura actually wanted to make Sora a Half-Lion Chainsaw Wielder and we all know Sora is secretly the MoM right lol

But anyway, that explains Gula being a Leopard

So then where did all this talk of Luxu being a Goat come from?

Well one reason could be that later on as the deadly sins got solidified as just the seven of them, and as their meanings changed from umbrella terms to more specific sins, their animal interpretations also started to differ:

Avarice/Greed = Toad/Frog 

Invidia/Envy = Snake

Ira/Wrath = Lion

Acedia/Sloth = Snail

Gula/Gluttony = Pig

Luxuria/Lust = Goat

Superbia/Pride = Peacock

Also Ira with a Lion mask would be cool but can you imagine a Snail Aced or a Froggy Ava? lol

But it IS Cool to think that these “Modernized” animals could then become the emblems of the Union Leaders that inherited Ava’s legacy, since they are the newer versions of those Unions, obviously there’s no one to Inherit MoM’s legacy

But you could easily think of Ventus as the “Traitor” aka the scapeGoated 6th for the new group, leaving Frogs, Snakes, Lions, Snails and Pigs for the other five 

(I wonder who I’d put with who... Ephemer, Skuld, Lauriam, Strelitzia and Brain... the only sin associated with Death would be Wrath (As Suicide) and the “Ira” position appears to be the one who inherits the leader, and it’s theorized Strelitzia was the circled name supposed to get the Book of Prophecies

So Strelitzia = Lion/Wrath

Ephemer and Ava always seemed to be the closest and he was the one who seemed to inherit her Legacy the most so he can get Frogs/Greed

Brain is similar to Gula in how they calmly investigate issues and try to uncover the truth and got extra information than the others, so Pigs/Gluttony for him

Lauriam was the poster boy for temptation into darkness, which is what Darkness was intended when his sister Strelitzia was killed, for him to be the first to fall to rage and grief, nice Aced parallel as the one everyone suspected of falling to darkness first so he gets Snails/Sloth, fitting for the flower elemental lol

and that leave Skuld and Invi which also makes sense as the parallel for the person who tries to intervene in conflicts and mediate for the group, so Skuld gets Snake/Envy

Neat!

But anyway back to Luxu, I think Luxu is represented by the Goat not just because of the above modern listings, but also because of the special place of evil that Christian religions tend to place on Goat itself

If the Lamb is the most common symbol of Jesus Christ, the Goat has always been a symbol of the Evil of Lucifer. Sheep and Goats, despite being so similar, have always been seen as this symbolic duo. Sheep and Lambs being submissive, complacent, docile, while Goats are crazy, willful, destructive and etc likely because since they are so close in nature, they are basically seen as the Good and Evil version of the same animal, a Goat is essentially a heretical false Lamb

They are very commonly associated with the Devil/Lucifer himself and goats have always gotten the short end of stick, all the way back to the old tradition of using goats as well, scape-goats literally. The practice of singling out a particular creature or person and placing all the sin and blame onto it, and then driving it away

Luxu is singled out from the group, likely given the role of “Traitor” amongst the six of them and then is forced into essentially exile to the future by MoM where he can do nothing but watch and wait, never able to interfere or meddle with anything

And this reasoning of the Goat fits Luxu above all others.

So there we have it, finally at the end:

Ira/Wrath - Unicorn/Unicornis

Avaritia/Greed - Fox/Vulpes

Acedia/Sloth - Bear/Ursus

Invidia/Envy - Snake/Anguis

Gula/Gluttony - Leopard/Leopardus

and if Luxu and MoM had union names, (which seem to be just be taken from the genus of the animal directly) they’d likely be:

Luxuria/Lust - Goat/Caprini

Superbia/Pride - Lion/Panthera

But I think the Most Interesting Thing to glean from all of this, is going back to the 3 Groupings for the 8 evil things, can you imagine if KH ever decides to give MoM a little backstory, and a figure based on the Wolf of Fraud/Corruption, emblem of Despair came into the picture somewhere?

Something that might look a little like this?

Hey that’s interesting, isn’t this the special secret boss Dark Hide from Aqua’s Fragmentary Passage? Y’know, that journey all about Aqua falling into the pits of Despair where she then ends up fighting The First Real Pureblood Heartless she ever faces in the Realm of Darkness? Something that Aqua felt was Willfully and Intentionally Stalking her through the depths, instead of mindlessly attacking her?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQGONhqs0mU

Isn’t that interesting how all of things, they give this boss the opportunity for the player to see through it’s eyes, something very unique, and how it initially appears as a formless Darkness

And isn’t Darkness itself, given a will and a personality, now a figure in KHUX Dark Road, that has specific ties to the MoM, as Luxu describes as being a fellow student and/or old friend of MoM?

Could the Will of Despair manifested from darkness come to be a secret 8th apprentice of MoM?

Who knows, but it’s interesting how that symbolism lines up isn’t it?

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Fic meme!

Thank you, @robertawickham for tagging me in this

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

Favourite Opening Line: “Paris is full of strange happenings at this time of the year,’ a young girl paused in her singing, to converse with a passing stray cat.” 

Miserable Spectres a JSMN AU with Fantine, Eponine and Cosette (I still really have a soft spot for this fic and maybe someday I might finish it. I think this is the fic that I have done the most plotting for. Trying to figure out how things would change if magic was part of 1830s France and I still have heaps of notes and several drafts of this fic)

Patterns:

Hm, I am not sure, but one thing I am very fond of in opening lines is to give descriptions of the surroundings. I like to first give a zoomed out view of things and then to slowly zoom into the character and their thoughts and dialogue. I don’t know why I have settled on this way, but it is how it is.What I would like to focus on more is maybe more specific descriptions.

Alas, I fear I have written too few recent fics to reach 20 and I think I might have to stretch the definition of recent to fit more fics. 

Feuilly scratches out the words on the wall with an iron nail, carefully, deliberately, taking his time over each letter to emphasise how much he wants these words to live on through other times, other Revolutions. This Sublime Future, how Feuilly met and gathered a found family around him.

Joly’s rooms spoke of a young well-to-do man, who was no longer a bachelor. Conscience and Science, a Joly-Prouvaire fic about eccentricity, literary and medical physiologies, phrenology and revolutions.

Valjean found his thoughts as scattered as the circling crows in the sky whose nest had been disturbed. A convent husbands fic about Valjean and Cosette making a family among themselves and healing from trauma, with a little help from Fauchelevant.

I have just arrived in Paris doggedly followed by the great thunderstorm which made my first few days in an apartment with the damp and the rats, not very pleasant. Encounters of the Supernatural Kind. This was a fun poetry smash fic to write but also very different from others since I don’t normally write in first person, but it was fun to try my hand at the Epistolary format. Also I really had a lot of fun writing this one.

“There was something entirely unfamiliar in being in a familiar place for Prouvaire.  A tumblr fic, which I should post somewhere. This line is something I am very happy about still. The only problem is that this fic does not have a plot so it doesn’t exist anywhere, but then does any fic with Prouvaire Bahorel need a plot? They are shenanigans themselves. Also apparently I uh really love writing Poetry Smash fics?  

Joly had been rattled enough in the diligence over a journey of several miles from Avignon to Paris that he felt as if all his nerves were on edge. Another tumblr fic, this time for barricade day, featuring Joly and cats.

Georges Pontmercy was settling in his regular pew in a church on the outskirts of Paris, with a young child of around six or seven years named Marius, who was gazing at the ceiling of the Church in delight and deep fascination. This fic has been also posted on ao3 and I always intended to finish it someday, oops!

Gavroche and Navet were engrossed in the lives of snails on the sidewalk. A short ficlet in which Gavroche makes fun of Gillenormand.

The carriage had been late in starting from Le Puy en Velay towards Paris, Joly mused as he leaned on his cane.

Courfeyrac is dragged on Romantic shenanigans

Outside, the icy cold wind and a light drizzle was turning everything to mud and slush as Grantaire walked hurriedly, warming his hands, which despite the gloves, were cold. Poetry smash fic

Enjolras and Feuilly were working on a pamphlet one winter morning as the dim sunlight streamed through the window. They were seated at a small table surrounded by books and documents. Enjolras and Feuilly fic.

Bahorel found himself marching with the other law students, the workers and the general public. Another poetry smash fic.

Navet had just returned breathless from trying to watch the funeral procession pass through the streets, ‘Can you see what is happening from above?’ 

The rising sun was sketching golden lines on the buildings, when a young traveler stopped outside Rue Mondétour.  

Winter had been an unwelcome guest for too long in 1815, making itself   comfortable at the expense of most people, who often went about   shivering underneath the thin layers of dresses and coats.

There were images that surfaced in Enjolras’ mind over and over again amid the shouts from the courtroom or the judge’s cry for order- faces of his beloved friends, gathered around him.

Tagging, @midautumnnightdream @kcrabb88 @niguedouille @somuchbetterthanthat and anyone else who wants to do this meme, feel free to say I tagged you.

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My entry for the Eat the Rude Bang challenge. Summary: An AU take on Will’s journey through Europe in search of himself Hannibal. Or alternatively, an author has way too much fun playing with the many layers of imagery in the show. Words: 9300 Rating: Mature Hannibal’s peering down into the giant platter of molluscs, watching them crawl over one another in endless circles. “The snails could get out, if they wanted – they could crawl beyond the lip of stone and explore the vast acreage of forest – but they don’t.” Will’s mouth twists at the edges, bitter with knowledge. “They feel comfortable and safe in what they know, despite the ever-present predator.” “There are predators everywhere, in every level of this world.” Hannibal’s eyes are back on Will, unblinking and quiet. “The only difference is whether we choose to see them.” There’s a smile tugging within him, impossible to resist as it seeps into the muscles of his face. “Some of us see them and invite them inside.” “Many people do that, Will.” Hannibal’s voice is soft, a low rumble whispered through the mist. “Humanity saw the wolf and admired his strength and cunning, and then we brought him into our homes.” His humour fills his expression, as gentle as his words. “One might say it’s in our nature.” “By the time he comes inside, he’s no longer a wolf,” Will says. “The wolf adapts, the human adapts.” Hannibal’s head tilts, that perfect, minute movement that’s so unbearably familiar. “Is it possible for every predator to change to accommodate another, if it’s something they both desire?” Thank you once again to the wonderful @whispers-in-the-chrysalis for her lovely art. Whispers' art post is here, go and support her 💗 And thanks to @dreamerinsilico for her always fantastic beta advice. Read Impasto here on AO3