#i have a really really really hard time getting over things but that's no excuse

[fos-tis-zois]

thinking about co-worker!nanami kento who cannot stop staring at you every minute you are in the office.

the minute you step out of the elevator his eyes fall on your every movement. the way you rearrange your desk every morning before starting work, and what he would give to take you on your desk and eat you out until he cannot breathe. he probably still wouldn't stop. he watches you every day as you make your coffee and take your cup to your plump, glossy lips, breathing out a sense of relief after your first sip. ohh what he would give to be the one on your lips, tasting your sweet lip gloss mixed with caffeine, and giving you so much more relief than that cup. he knows he is not the only one looking at you. he sees all the other men in the office gawking at your ass hugging skirt, wanting to break their faces for even looking at the perfect body which only his discreet eyes deserved. his heart literally stops when you pass by his office and wave at him with a smile before you resume your work. and fuck….what he would do to see how that pretty mouth looks when he bends you over his desk and pounds you till fucking oblivion, if your sweet pussy can even take him all in. it had almost become a ritual to get a hard on every morning after seeing you, but he was learning to keep it hidden.

he had to keep all of this in, always. he respected the work you did and knew you saw him as a mentor. he did not want to break that trust in any way by letting you know even a little about the lewd thoughts he has been having of you. but all his caution went out the window one day when he saw you in the office lounge, getting lunch with the team. even though you were at a different table with your friend, he could not help but be jealous of the sauce coating your lips, his thoughts once again getting the best of him. the fact that you were wearing a tight shirt which accentuated your perfect big b🍒bs was not helping kento's mind from everything unholy. the tipping point was when a dollop of the sauce fell on your chest, right above your tits. you laughed with your friend about it, and wiped it off your chest with your finger and put it in your mouth to lick the sauce off. it is as if this whole thing took place in slow motion in front of kento's eyes. he immediately became so hard that he had to excuse himself saying he had an important meeting pushed up that he needed to attend. he literally had to hide himself with the empty tray he was holding, lest his co-workers see the excruciating situation your existence had put him in.

as if this was not enough, his karmic slap was when an important meeting really did get pushed up which you had to attend with him and you both got loaded with a lot of work to finish within a really time crunched deadline. this meant kento had to stay late, even pull an all-nighter maybe. that part really wasn’t difficult. what was difficult was that he had to do this with you. “You do not have to stay Y/n, it has been a long day, you are free to go home,” he tried to make you leave to relieve the sexual tension building in his pants. “thank you nanami-san, but according to this schedule we will have to finish up the presentations by tonight to meet the deadlines, it will be faster if i stay back with you too”. this is the work ethic he really did respect in you, really made restricting his urges worth it. he smiled ever so slightly and said, “You can call me Kento”. “but you’re my senior”, you hushed. “Finee, you can call me Kento when it’s just the two of us. better?” he offered. “yes, kento”, you replied. his name sounded sweeter than honey to him in your voice. he tried to shake all his thoughts away and threw himself to work.

an hour or so later, you got up to stretch out your back. nanami did not want to look but oof- the way your shirt was clinging to that perfect waist, he seemed to get frozen in time just looking at you again. “it seems like we are going to be here for a few more hours, i'm going to start a pot of coffee, want some?”, you asked, breaking his daze. “Um, what? Yeah sure coffee sounds good”, he musters, hoping you did not catch the way he was staring. you lean next to him to pick his mug up from the table, where the sight of your perfect tits got in his eyeline, and it’s like nanami forgot how to breathe. he immediately got up, entranced in your smell and almost put his hands on the small of your back to pull you close but stopped when he saw you looking at him, holding the two mugs in both your hands, confused. “Y/n…”, he started, “You are free to stop me or report me or whatever you deem necessary, but on the off chance you are okay with it, can I please kiss you?”

little did he know that you had been waiting for ages for him to ask you this. you were secretly delighted when he had been assigned your mentor. not only was he mind-blowingly good looking, he was extremely passionate, which was reflected in his work. you always wondered how that passion would convert when he took you, hopefully roughly, and made you his. you knew his eyes were on you when you entered in the mornings; you chose outfits that would make his eyes linger on your body more. as much as you respected your senior and knew this could not really happen, the forbiddenness of this dynamic was what turned you on every time you saw him, dressed up in his tight suits each time. you could not help but peek at his ass when he walked past you, or take a whiff of his sexy cologne everytime you walked together to or from conference rooms. you purposely greeted him every morning, hoping that one of the days he would finally break in and initiate something with you. you could not believe this was happening either when he finally asked you for a kiss.

“oh my god kentoo…”

“I’m sorry y/n, it was stupid-”

“i didn’t say no.

he looked at you in disbelief like he needed you to say it again. “please kiss me, kento”, you obliged. he did not have to be told a third time. he immediately crashed his lips on you, pulling you closer to him, his hands firm on your waist that he was admiring mere minutes ago. you close your arms around his neck, making the empty mugs you're holding crash into each other but neither of you cared about that at the moment. he takes one hand up to your neck and pulls your face closer to his, his other hand being on your ass squeezing it and pulling it towards his covered cock. you feel your effect on his bulging cock and curve your hips even more to press his cock onto you deeper. your hands move around the man’s entire body, lingering at his pecs and biceps. your lips aren’t stopping and he bites your lower lip softly, lips he has been looking at every morning wanting to do this forever. you part your lips and let his tongue explore every corner of your mouth. your tongues fight for dominance, neither of you wanting to let go for even a second. he breaks the kiss and attacks your neck, licking and biting like an animal in heat. he takes his one hand in your hair and pulls it down, giving him more access to your pretty neck. he moves from the neck to your ear lobes, licking it clean like a cat. your knees melt at his warm saliva being across your face, but still wanting so much more. he pulls your shirt open in with a sharp tug, letting the buttons fall loose on the floor. you open your mouth to protest, but it is replaced by the moans coming out of your mouth as he takes your tits out from your bra and puts one nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. as he is playing with your nipples, he pulls your skirt up from behind and squeezes your ass, making you moan his name loudly, “aaah kento!” he looks back at you and whispers in his deep gravel voice, “my name has never sounded sweeter to me”, and kisses you again, with vigor, as if breathing was less important than kissing you at the moment. you pull his tie out and throw it on the table and undo all his buttons so you can see his sexy chiseled abs, the one you have been imagining on your lonely nights. you run your hand across his body, your fingers lightly touching his nipple. little did you know that was his sensitive spot. he breaks off the kiss and looks at you with his darkened eyes, “kneel.”

it's like his voice cast a spell on you, and you instantly fell on your knees. it is as if heavens itself had told you to kneel and with a voice like nanami’s, it really seemed heavenly. you immediately started unbuckling his belt and removing his slacks to relieve the pressure on his bulging dick. it sprang up as soon as you removed his boxers, and you gasped. nanami was chiseled like a greek god. you had only imagined what his perfect cock would look and feel like in you, but this was so much more. he was big, but not just long. he was girthy, and you wondered if you could even fit him in your mouth. but you had wanted this as much as nanami and you were ready to take all his stress away. you looked up at him as you took his throbbing veiny dick in your hand, and licked it fully from the end of his balls all the way to the tip of his fat cock. he winced, finally having your warm tongue on his cock, something he had literally dreamed about. you swirl your tongue in circles around his tip, making him throw his head back in pleasure and anticipation. once you have teased him enough, you take it whole in your mouth, almost hitting your throat. you bob your head up and down, letting your saliva lube up his cock fully while you play with his cum filled balls with one hand. you feel his dick hit your throat over and over, but you love it. “Oh baby, you’re doing so well, taking me in completely, fuckk--ahh-- keep going”, nanami’s words gave you an extra jolt of energy and you took his dick completely in, and took your tongue slightly out to lick his balls at the same time. this made him almost feral, and you started feeling his cock vibrate against your cheeks. he took your hair in his hands and tugged it roughly, making you insanely horny. “darling i'm going to come so soon, get your mouth out”, he said trying to remove your mouth from his dick. you look up, lick his precum from your lips and say, “i want you to cum in my mouth, sir.” calling him sir awakened some kink in him and he thrust his cock into your pretty fucking throat and came instantly. you looked up, swallowed all his warm cum and smiled at him.

he got you up and lifted you by your waist and sat you on his desk. “Didn't realize you were this slutty, Y/n” he mocked. “only for you, sir” you countered with a devious smile. he removed the remnant of your shirt and bra and pulled your skirt down while his mouth worked wild on your boobs, biting and sucking them, to make sure he left his mark. he took his fingers over your clothed pussy and found a wet mess down there. “So wet f’ me, pretty? It’s as if you have wanted to fuck me all this while”, he teased you. “you were not the only one looking at me every morning”, you teased back, looking deep into his almond brown eyes. he smiled and put his hands inside your lacy panties and inserted his long middle finger inside your folds while using his thumb to rub circles on your clit. “ken--” you mewl at the unknown sensation, wanting it more and more. “You like, baby?”, he asks. “yes....” you whisper in reply. he puts his finger deeper and harder, “yes who?” “yes, sir”, you gulp. “Good girl”, he said and licked your earlobes while finger fucking your wet mess of a cunt. he yanked your panties down and took his tongue at your dripping folds and licked it generously. “ohh….fuck…ahhhhh”, you breathed out, tangling your fingers in his yellow locks. he held you stable by your ass, massaging it to relax your core muscles even more. you were getting wetter by the second, having his big nose propped up against your clit while he ate your wet pussy like it was his last meal. “fuck…sir, please don't stop, oh god….” you whimper, mentally surrendering to your sexy boss sending you to heaven. he started rubbing circles on your clit suddenly and you let a sharp exhale out, feeling yourself get close. “sir, im very close…”, you mewl out. he immediately takes his tongue out, to your dismay, and faces you. “you're not allowed to cum yet, my pretty little slut”, he said gravely, sending goosebumps down your spine. he hastily flipped you around and bent you over his desk, like he had imagined every morning. he spanked your soft ass hard, watching it jiggle against his dick. “sir…” you cried out, “please fuck me..”. “So impatient”, nanami huffed. he took his tip close to your wet folds and slapped his cock against it. your frustration had you gripping the edge of the desk. you looked back at him to beg, “sir ple-”, you did not get to finish as nanami started ramming your wet fucking cunt raw, as he spanked your ass more and more. “aaah, yess sir fuckk…” you cry out in pure bliss, your legs shaking as his fat veiny cock goes all the way to your intestines. “Mmm, you like it when i fuck you dumb princess? Is this how you think about your office seniors, my slutty little minx?" nanami groaned. he lifted your chest up a little from the desk and started pinching and pulling your nipples, while still ramming you from behind. you were helplessly standing there, using your hands to balance you on the desk with your tongue hanging, legs shaking and ass jiggling under this perfect man fucking you. he continued until you both came, moans mixing together to create the most lustful amalgam of voices.

“You can wear my shirt”, he said as he saw you looking at your shirt with its buttons lost on the ground in dismay.

“thanks, kento”, you cooed as you shyly took his shirt from his hand, taking in his scent.

before you could retract your hand, he took his hands in yours and pulled you closer, “I had planned to do this the other way around, but can I please take you out tomorrow?” he asked, looking deep in your eyes. you were finally being asked out, you could hardly contain your happiness. “kento, yes wow, i would love to but…”, “but?”, “well don't you think we would be here again tomorrow getting the deadline finished?”, you said, dejectedly. “Oh wow, the deadline. Your pretty pussy got me so drunk I forgot other things even existed.” he sighed. “Well, as long as I'm spending the time with you, i don't have any complaints”, he smiled at you, a proper rare nanami kento smile, and you knew you were head over heels in love with this beautiful man.

[createdbytragedy]

MY GIRLFRIEND (3),(2),(1)

Pairing: Choi Beomgyu x reader Genre: Fluff, crack, established relationship Warning: Mention of marking, Gyu loves being marked with lipstick, that's it, i think A/N: This was a bit rushed and not my best work. I might edit it but bear with me right now

Beomgyu ironically considered himself an introvert.

That would be the biggest bullshit you and the members have ever heard. Him? An introvert? It was like his mouth was running from a battery that could never tire out! At least that was what Yeonjun said. You never mind the way Beomgyu blabbers. It was, in fact, the thing that made you fall in love with him. And right now it's also the reason you were in trouble.

It was common for Beomgyu to talk about you to his members and anyone within the radius of 10 feet and most of the time, it wasn't much of a problem. Not that anyone ever said it wasn't a problem at all. But it was getting hard trying to shut his mouth infront of the cameras. They needed to live a rather heedful life than the normal people but in the end, they were still humans. One among us. So, You can excuse Beomgyu for accidentally letting your name slip every once in a while, right?

In an interview

"Beomgyu - ssi, I personally love your necklace. Where did you get it?"

"Oh, I love it too!! it's so pretty, right?! my girlfriend--," a loud slap on his thighs made him hiss and stop mid sentence to glare at the boy beside him. "Me, me. I bought it for him! I'm the girlfriend!! Beomgyu and I have been dating since our trainee days, right Gyu?," Yeonjun asked, glaring at the male through a fake smile plastered across his face. "I wouldn't date you even if you were the last girl standing on earth......," Beomgyu muttered under his breath, rubbing at his thighs where there was a noticeable red handprint of Yeonjun. "You wanna say that louder, Jagi, it didn't quite reached the camera," Yeonjun said through gritted teeth, squeezing the boy's thighs and purposefully digging his fingernails into his skin. Beomgyu hisses, making eye contact with Yeonjun who innocently smiled at him ," I was saying, thank you," Beomgyu's hands rested on his knee, pinching the skin with his oh, so long nails ," very much for the necklace, Hyung," he smiled, seeing how Yeonjun's face scrunched up in pain, " but, I think you it messed up because someone else got this for me." "We have no idea what they're doing." Taehyun commented, looking at the camera. With Beomgyu's carelessness, your relationship was at risk of publicity. But, can you really stay mad at him when he looks at you like that? With those big, brown, puppy like eyes, saying he's sorry and that he'll be careful next time. How can you not give into that? It should've been no surprise when you come across his new Instagram post. Beomgyu was not sorry about his actions at all. He have always wanted to reveal his relationship with you. Wanted to show the world that you're his and he's yours. He was intentionally dropping hints.' Accidentally' mentioning your name, showing off your matching necklace, wearing low necklines to make sure the red lipstick stain on his collarbone was vaguely shown. He wanted to tell the world he was taken and you were off limits. And maybe this time, he really let his heart win. The picture was taken by him. Both of you staring at each other instead of the camera, lost in each other's eyes. His face was covered with your lipstick stain because Beomgyu loves being marked. And the photo itself was enough the shake the world. And for once, you didn't care about the consequences of his action, instead smiling when his name popped in your notification. MY LOVE <3 "Oops, sorry, accidentally posted that. Didn't mean to :(" "But, don't we look cute?" "Kinda want you to come over and mark my face all over again." Well, you could read the comments and think about the aftermath later. Right now you had priorities. You thought as you took your lipstick out from the drawer and headed for the door.

[leesjuicycalves]

For Tonight

As you scrolled through your phone, his words hit you like a velvet harmer; both tender and weighty. Was he really that serious, or was this just a dance of words, a teasing jest? Yet the undeniable truth still remained, hanging over your head like a dark halo. You also wanted the same; to see him one last time, to feel his soft touch one last time, to breath him in again, to feel his lips on yours again. You knew you were crazy for thinking this, you were more than delusional, there was no way you could have him. You knew, and he knew it too, but maybe you just wanted to relish a bit more in the fact that he yearned you just like you did him. You wanted to remain in that little bubble that said, “He could have been yours if you met him sooner.” You wanted to stay in that little bubble a little longer, let it be the source of your late night fantasies, let it be something that made you smile just a tad bit; even if you knew there was absolutely no point in being in the bubble. You had absolutely no right to put yourself in that bubble, no right at all but still, here you were considering his proposal. Rights and wrong blurred into insignificance, shadowed by the all-consuming flame of passion and desire.

Minho didn’t know what he was doing, he just found himself adding your contact to his phone and texting you. He wasn’t sure you would even respond. He had to see you again, he needed to. It was mandatory. He could still taste the sweetness of your lips, still feel the softness of your skin under his fingertips. If he were to concentrate hard enough, he could still smell your scent around his senses and the image of your tear stained eyes a clear vision in his mind. How could he not though; both of you had just merely been a breath apart in the small of the closet he had found you in, crouched on the floor, sobbing and bawling your eyes out.

He hadn’t intended on finding you in that state but you were clearly embarrassed when he did, whispering a quiet ‘sorry’ and quickly drying the stains of your tears with the hem of your dress.

“It’s ok, what happened?” He had asked oh so softly sitting down next to you and completely forgetting what his mission was upon passing by the closet area. You had asked him not to pay mind to you and that it was stupid and personal and most importantly, you didn’t want to be a Debby downer among all the festivities happening just a floor below you.

“Stop being so silly, how can I let one of my newly wedded wife’s bridesmaid be sad on such a joyous day?” he had said in a stern but playful tone. “And it’s not stupid if you’re crying your eyes out.”

He remembers how you chuckled sadly sniffing and pouting and how his heart clenched at the sight of your lips pursed oh so cutely. He remembers how you struggled getting out the fact that your boyfriend of five years decided to end things with you just because you would soon be going abroad because of work. His excuse being that he couldn’t handle a long distance relationship and that he would get tired waiting for you. You cried harder articulating the last part. He wanted to hug you, to cage you in all his warmth because he was sure he had more than enough, he wanted to give you all the love he could master, give you the world and show you that you deserved better than your shitty ex.

“Am sorry, am…I shouldn’t….please don’t mind me. Y-you should go back to the party. I think it’s best if I go. I-I don’t wanna ruin the fun. Congratulations by the way,” you smiled for the first time since he found you and he didn’t understand why his heart beat twice as fast. Softly and carefully, afraid that you’d break, he slowly turned you to face him and wiped your tears away with his thumb grazing over your soft skin. He could see and feel the goose bumps that formed on your skin.

“You deserve better,” he spoke in a whisper as if he was telling you the deepest darkest secrets of his soul. “Way better,” his face was so close to you, you could see every detail of it and he could see every detail of yours. Your eyes shined even in that poorly lit closet, wide in shock, he thinks (you probably didn’t expect him to be that close to you), your cheeks flushed and lips glossy and plump. He kissed you, this he remembers way too many times that it keeps him awake at night sometimes. And you had kissed back surprisingly, eyes closed, palms rested on his thighs. He had his hands on your soft cheeks softly smoothing over them and tilting your head so he could taste you deeper, his tongue exploring every part of your mouth. And then you suddenly pulled back, all color drained from your face eyes wide in shock and fear? You ran out of the closet like you’d seen a demon, pushing past him and leaving your coconut sweet smell dancing around the air. He hadn’t asked about your name then but he would never forget your face and the taste of your lips.

Minho hopes you show up, he really wants you to show up. He booked the hotel the day before, Camei doesn’t know about it. He told her he’d be going to settle some important issues before they leave for their honeymoon; he wasn’t lying, technically. You were an important issue, and seeing you one last time would definitely settle everything, he hopes.

You have no idea whether you’re doing the right thing or not. You shouldn’t have checked the address text Minho sent you, you shouldn’t have gotten dressed to see him, you shouldn’t have gotten into that taxi. Fuck, you shouldn’t be right in front of the hotel room that he was supposedly in. You shouldn’t be knocking, you shouldn’t be anxious to see is beautiful face again, you shouldn’t be excited to see him. You shouldn’t, shouldn’t, shou-

“Y/N,” his sultry voice along with the sound of an opening door breaks you out of your spiraling thoughts. It’s too late to take back what you’ve done. You’re here, he’s here, in front of you, just a few feet apart.

“Hi,” you sheepishly breath out.

“Come in, please.” His voice is nothing above a bare whisper, pleading, his lips so plump and beautiful.

You enter the fairly spacious hotel room, it has a medium sized bed in pastel ivory sheets. The walls are a blinding white color, there’s a nightstand just beside the bed. On it sits a bottle of wine that looks quite expensive and two wine glasses. Minho must have gotten the wine for the both of you. There’s no chairs or small sofas in the room, you just realized. So you just stand in the middle of the room like an awkward acquaintance gripping on your phone (the only thing you brought with you) like your life depends on it, palms sweating and heart beating out of your chest.

“I-I’ve missed you so much,” Minho voice is so close to you, you can feel his breath against the nape of your neck. Maybe that’s because he has his hands around your waist, head against your cheek and lips directly on your neck.

“Minho you….”

“Please just…just let me. For tonight, just…please.” His right hand lays right on top of your bosom and your breath shakes.

“Just for tonight, please. Be mine just for tonight. No logic, no right or wrong. Just us behind these closed doors. Let’s…let’s deny the truth and just stay here with me,” he still hasn’t raised the tone of his voice, still so low and quiet.

‘As it should be.’ You think to yourself. You don’t deserve to be known in his world, youre not meant to be in his world.

“Just for tonight,” you whisper back a drop of tear falling from your eyes and landing on Minho’s hand that rests on your bosom. He feels the warm liquid land on the cold skin of his hand and he squeezes lightly on your breast. He kisses the nape of your neck softly and turns you so that youre facing him and he wastes no time in kissing your lips. You hear him audibly sigh into the kiss and you mirror his action hands flying to the back of his neck slowly curling your hands into his soft hair. His lips are as sweet as the first time you kissed him, maybe even sweeter this time. He kisses you fervently and passionately, tongues dancing like flames in a wildfire. Your hands tangle in his hair as you feel your body responding to his touch, his warmth. You sigh once again as you feel his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, the taste of him driving you crazy with desire, both of you lost in the moment, carried away by the sheer force of your passion for each other.

You pull away from him for a second and he eagerly chases after you’re soft lips but settles on grazing them with the flesh of his thumb, tenderly, delicately. Then he’s back on your lips again this time more intense and eager as though he's trying to memorize the feel of your lips, the taste of your breath, the way your body feels against his. Because he knows he’ll never again get to taste them as freely as he is in the moment.

He walks you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed and your ass settles on the soft mattress hands falling behind you to support you from fully laying on your back. Minho slots himself between your legs wasting no time in putting his lips back on your skin, but this time his tongue swipes a long stripe on your neck and you keen. Minho seems to understand you as he moves to take off the V shaped sweater (that showed just enough of his collarbone and his chest to have you wet right at the door) and the khakis he was wearing leaving him only in his boxers that really seemed to be a discomfort to his clearly hard dick. All you could do was gawk at his god-like mouth-watering body standing in front of you, all yours, just for tonight.

You stretch your hands and smooth over his sculptured abs, so strong and firm. You feel him shiver under your touch and it encourages you to touch him more, lowering your hands to where his bulge is.

“Fuck….Y/N….” he groans as you give a light squeeze to his clothed balls.

You slowly pull his boxers over the curve of his ass and over his thick thighs while looking up at him through your lashes, his cock springs free and slaps his abdomen and you’re sure your eyes comically widen at the sight of him. You waste no time and scoot closer to the edge of the bed fisting his dick and putting your lips as close to the tip as possible giving him slow kitten licks. The sounds Minho makes from your slight ministrations have you leaking more than you already were when you first saw him that night and you set yourself on hearing more of his pretty sounds. Your lips wrap around his tip, taking your sweet time to engulf the entirety of his length into your mouth whilst making sure to twirl your tongue around him once every few seconds.

“S-so warm, shit…” Minho involuntarily thrusts forward into your mouth making his dick hit the back of your throat and your eyes water a little bit. He looks down at you and settles his hands on your head, you struggle a bit to look at him as well and he’s sure he might as well cum just from the sight of you. Big round eyes, teary and sparkling, lips full of his cock. Fuck! He tries as much as possible to master that exact image of you in his head for as long as possible.

“M’ gonna cum…please…s-stop,” you immediately withdraw from him with a pop sound, saliva dripping onto your chin.

Minho makes haste ridding you of your clothes and laying you on your back all while littering kisses all over your body. You feel his fingers prod at your entrance and your back arches, your hole more than ready to take anything he gives you.

“Relax for me, mmh?” He tells you in his sweet sultry voice and you feel something bigger than his fingers poke at you now. Minho pushes his tip inside of you but stops once he feels you clenching around him.

“Fu-so tight, d-don’t…I’ll cum…”he struggles to let out and you try as much as possible to give him space to enter you fully. His lips find yours once again, kissing away any tension you had built inside you.

You try and get your head back to this moment, to now, when he’s all yours. When his beautiful face is above you, when he’s inside you. Not when he’ll be gone, not when he’ll be living with his family; probably already forgotten about you because it’ll be that easy for him by then. You try and relish in the feeling of him now, so you hold him, hold him like he might disappear any moment from now. You hold him and burry your face in the crook of his neck pulling him lower so that your chests touch and that’s when you realize he’s all in you, Tip kissing your cervix, you can feel him poking at your belly. He feels it too, how deep he is inside of you. How warm you feel around him, how tight and just right your cunt is for him.

“Min, move….” you whisper and he begins plunging in and out of you at a bearable pace keeping in mind not to hurt you. And your brains takes you back to how lucky his wife must be, to have found such a gentle man. Caring in the most intimate of times, so gentle and considerate. You could have used a man like him back then, when you needed him. But that’s too late to think about now. In fact nothing is worth thinking at the moment.

“F-faster Minho, harder. Please,” Minho thought you’d never ask. Because that’s exactly what he also need to do, fuck you hard enough so that his brain can forget the fact that his dick will never again feel the warmth of your sweet tight cunt.

“aaaaahhh-ngghhh….y-yes….f-faster. M-minho,” you cry out as he pounds into your hole, balls slapping at your skin and legs up high on his shoulders. He quickly changes the position so that you are now folded in half, legs at your chest and hand caged in between your legs.

Minho fucks you like it’s his last time, it is. He wants to be able to feel your warmth for days, he wants you feeling him for days as well.

“Wanna keep fucking you forever. W-wanna stuff you….”

“D-don’t……..please….please….” you try to tell him not to stop but you choke on a sob and Minho hears it. He thinks he’s hurting you so he stops and pushes your legs aside so he can see your face.

“M’ sorry,” he says kissing away your tears.

“N-no, keep going. Pl-please…am so close,” you mewl moving yourself on his dick trying to get your high back.

Minho turns you sideways now and drapes one of your leg over the other, he’s still inside you and he could still hit your right spot in that position. He moves to kneel his right leg beside you and then he keeps going, alternating between a hard, fast, slow and soft rhythm; his hands on your ass kneading and toying with the flesh of it. You’re so close to your high that it physically hurts. Minho’s now kept the slow and soft pace of fucking into you, drilling every inch of you. He feels your desperation though, he feels how you’re constantly clenching around him and so he moves to spoon your sweaty figure; his hands going directly to your clit harshly rubbing figure eights over it and you finally let go. You cum around him with a loud groan of his name and that’s more than enough to push him over the edge. You feel him starting to pull out of you but you try and keep him grounded and he releases inside of you. Painting your walls with his warm sticky fluid.

“Haaah,” you sigh as you feel some of it ooze out of you. “Stay, j-just for tonight.” You hurry to let out as you feel Minho wanting to leave from behind and inside you.

“Just for tonight,” he says back as he kisses your bare shoulder, wrapping his arms tighter around your torso.

‘Always. Stay forever.’ You both want to say it to each other but you can’t and you know the reason but you’d rather not think about it. Just for tonight, let it be okay to lay in his embrace and each other’s warmth. Just for tonight let your hearts scream the words that your lips can’t seem to utter.

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Hi!!! I really like your headcanons and I would’ve liked if your wrote some headcanons for Brahms Heelshire, Thomas Hewitt and Yautja (male if possible) with a muscular female reader. A muscle mommy if you will.

Pretty please :3

Hi! I’m so glad you like my headcanons that’s so lovely to hear < 3 I had such a good time writing this omg! I’m gonna write a fem yautja aswell for my little lesbian self !

How would the slashers react to a Muscle mommy!Reader? (NSFW)

Requests are open!

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms loves your muscles, he thinks you’re the most attractive person on this earth anyway but the muscles are an added bonus. He always feels so safe wrapped in your big arms when he’s having a bad day, it makes him feel grounded and protected.

He absolutely loves being put in his place, Brahms can be pretty stubborn at the best of times. Refusing to go to his lessons or take a bath? Up you go! Feel free to give his ass a slap if he kicks. He’ll yell and play up but he loves it, being manhandled over your shoulder like an object. Just ignore the boner pressing into you that he totally doesn’t have and is very angry about.

Demands to add your workout to his schedule. Brahms absolutely sits at the table with a little cup of tea and enjoys the show. The way the sweat drips down your arms is absolutely sinful and he loves every moment.

He absolutely hides behind you if you see a mouse or rat scuttle along the floor of the old mansion. Will your muscles realistically help against a mouse? Probably not. Is the mouse actually going to hurt a fully grown man? No. Does Brahms give a shit? No to both.

Thomas Hewitt

Tommy is a big guy himself, especially in the arm department, so he can appreciate how much work and time goes into your muscles. He defiantly has some weights and gym equipment in the basement for when it’s too hot to work out outside or you don’t feel like leaving the house. It’s a lot darker and cooler down there so you don’t have to worry about passing out from the heat or getting sunburnt.

Tommy will make himself ‘Busy’ in the basement when you’re working out. In reality he’s just moving things around pointlessly in an attempt to look like he’s not ogling you from across the room. If you tease him about it his ears will go a cute shade of pink. Let him know he’s allowed to just watch, he doesn’t need an excuse, hell, give him a little show whilst you’re at it.

Arm wrestling is a family event, and by that I mean you and Tommy wrestle and Hoyt yells from the sidelines. It’s nice for Tommy to have someone to roughhouse with without worrying about snapping their arm like a twig. It’s all fun and games so it’s not about who’s winning. Who’s counting anyway? (You’re totally winning)

If you want to fluster him easily then flex for him, pop him a flex whilst you’re helping move barn equipment, he eats it up every time. If you’re sweaty from the heavy lifting too? Even better

Hoyt has less chance of messing with or insulting you if you’re ripped. knowing that he’s an older man and that you could crush him like a tin can saves you from his scrutiny most of the time. Not that you think you would get to kick his ass before Tommy jumped in, but the idea is nice.

Male Yautja

Your partner is used to seeing female yautja bigger and stronger than himself but seeing it on you is so…different and exciting. He’s fascinated by the way the hard muscle sits on your human frame. He’d be lying if he said your strength didn’t lure him in.

He’s super proud of you, shows you off as his mate at any given chance, excitedly talking about how committed to training you are and how you’re perfectly made for hunting. His human is so little but so strong!!

Your mate loves to gift you jewellery and clothing, especially ones that accentuate your arms and midriff, totally not for his own prying eyes or anything. Bone accessories hang around your biceps, hand tied by your mate. He won’t be offended if you gain more muscle and he needs to alter his jewellery, infact he’d be delighted.

You’re not as strong as him considering he’s a massive reptile-esque alien who could crush you like a bug but you’re strong enough for him to not be as worried about hurting you as he would a normal human. You can play rough and dish it out at the same time. Sometimes he lets you win but he won’t tell you that.

Play fighting is always exiting, one minute you’re cuddling in your nest and the next you have him in a headlock, it’s a dirty move but it’s so worth it to see his mandibles flair as he flails in surprise. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t find it a little hot too.

Female Yautja

Female Yautja are known for their strength and stature so having someone who stands on even ground (or as even as it can be with your mates strength) is impressive and new to her.

Dressing you up is a favourite pass time of hers, draping you in the finest silky materials from all over the planets and bone jewellery, hand crafted and hunted personally. Your mate is gratuitous in using semi-transparent fabrics for your outfits, giving herself ample opportunity to see slithers of taught muscles as you go about day to day.

Mating is always intense to say the least, usually females will wrestle the males for dominance during intercourse and well, you pack some weight behind you. Both of you are well defined in the muscle area and neither of you like to loose. Luckily you both have pretty good stamina so you’re not exhausted before you actually get to the deed. Sometimes you manage to pin her and the look on her face is gorgeous, fucked out flustered, she might even tilt her head in submission and give you access to her neck if you’re lucky.

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Very late maid day but here we go lol

Rated Mature | Warnings: spanking

“To think this has you dripping all over your socks, tsk,” The scolding is light-hearted with a smirk you see from the corner of your eye, “A man in a maid dress, perhaps I should have you wear a butler's uniform for me.”

“Orpheus, please!” Your begging is followed by a hit at the lower part of your ass.

“My master,” You really hate his voice right now purring out the title, “You are both late for lunch and you did not complete your thousand-word goal.” A sigh as he strikes again making you squirm and writhe in embarrassment. Holding yourself up against your writing desk with your pants and underlings dropped to your ankles, you are so wet that it has started dripping down your legs to your sock garters and underlings.

“I'm sorry! I got distracted ah!”

“No excuses. Honestly, it is my fault, my weakness to see you has made you forget your responsibilities.” You cry out when two fingers enter you, “Perhaps it is time to train you, my master.”

“Fuck.”

“Hm, yes, both a foul and naughty thing you are.” Grinning as your legs start to shake as his fingers move faster and faster, “Go on, cum! Savor it for this will be the only orgasm you will have until you complete your goal.” He knows you get distracted again, work on something else, or walk around to try to center your thoughts.

“Orpheus, Orpheus, fuck, wait, no, AH!” The panic that hits you hard when cum all over his gloved hand, when your legs give out, or worse you are twitching and whining for him.

“Hmm,” Seeing the mess on his hand and you, “Master, you should get ready. Lunch will end soon and you know how Naib Subedar and Mr. Campbell like to eat most of the food.” A glint in those dark brown eyes as you are trying to recover as Orpheus removes his gloves, tossing them on the floor without a care, and lifting your underlings first then your pants-- You are still wet, those underlings stained with your essence, you do not like the sensation of clothes back on your intimate parts. You want to be naked, in bed, and Orpheus inside of you ruining you for any other man in this manor.

“There, now stand up straight. Walk around for me.” Oh, he is cruel as you wobble and often fall back to grip the desk, chair, or wall for support. “Pity we do not have time to properly care for you, shame.” Because he always does and this is the first time there is no aftercare… Which makes you believe there is more to this.

“Come, hold my arm, my master. Let’s get you feed then back to work.”

Evil man, very evil!

[amiasfitaccw]

Hot Party, Wet Sex

I love to fuck. I really do, and since it seems I’m never satisfied with just one cock at a time, it’s a good thing I know how to get all I need. Men are so easy to seduce. The little darlings are always available. It seems no matter how hard they try to resist I can always get them to fuck me, or eat me, or whatever I want. The funny thing is I’m not even good looking. I have a rather plain, very average face. My hair is brown, as are my eyes, just like millions of other women. I have slightly above average tits, but they’re not huge or anything. I weigh 145 pounds, and at 5’6″ I’m a little overweight, but not too much, just like millions of other women. My tummy is a little too big, and I have “love handles” around my waist. In other words, I’m not a perfect little size 10, yet I’m able to get all the cock I want. Why? I’ll tell you, and believe me, it isn’t all that difficult. I start with a very basic assumption. Men like sex, and if I can get a man excited, his brain goes dead and his thought processes are taken over by his cock. We’ve all heard men use excuses like that when they get into trouble with their wives… “Geez, honey, it wasn’t my fault. I guess I just got a little carried away, and my dick took over. I couldn’t resist.” That’s classic “cock replaces brain” talk, and I know exactly how to milk it.

Take last weekend, for example. I was invited to a party at my sister’s house. She and her husband like to include me whenever they’re having a big bash, because I think they secretly get off on my outrageous behavior. My sister is a lot like me, only older and not as blatant about sex. She and her husband Harold know how much I love it, and Marge also knows I’ve let Harold fuck me, because she was there watching us. What a kick that was. I’ll tell you about it some other time. Back to the party…. I guess there were maybe twelve couples at Marge’s house, and since it was hot and sticky, everyone was wearing shorts and casual clothes. I chose a sexy, loose white top, sort of like a man’s undershirt. It hung down over satin jogging shorts, the kind those Hooters girls wear, only mine was pink. They were slit high on the sides, and under them I chose a pair of French-cut bikini panties. The panties were pink, lacy, and real naughty.

I ordered them through the mail from Frederick’s of Hollywood, my favorite mail order lingerie house. Naturally, I wasn’t wearing a bra, so my tits hung down a little and jiggled when I walked. They were exposed in a couple of ways; from the side, through the big armhole cutouts, and through the thin material. I knew people could see them because I checked out my nipples and areoles when I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked nasty. Slutty. Just the image I love. The party was held outdoors, on a late Saturday afternoon. The weather, as I said, was hot and sticky, maybe 82 degrees, with high humidity. Everyone was sweating, and Marge’s pool looked real inviting. As the sun went down, along with lots of beer and rum punch drinks, everyone started getting frisky. Marge’s friends were all pretty cool. There were a few who seemed a little snobbish, especially the way they frowned at my attire, but overall I think most people thought I was pretty hot.

After dinner, when it finally turned dark, Marge put on some sexy CDs and we started dancing on the patio near the pool. I got asked to dance a lot, as I always do, and I made more than one guy’s cock hard. It’s so fucking easy. All I do is press my tits into a guy’s chest, letting him feel how full and lush they are. Then I start pressing my pussy or my leg into his cock, rubbing the inside of his legs with my thighs, shit like that. In no time I can cause a guy’s dick to get hard. Like this guy Larry…. “Hmmm. That’s nice,” I sighed. “Sorry. I guess I made your cock hard, didn’t I,” I teased. The guy didn’t know what to say, but he didn’t back off, either, so I continued. “Geez your dick feels nice. I bet it’s really big, isn’t it. Hmmm, yeah, press it into my pussy, like that, just like that. Oh yeah, baby, fuck me, fuck me with it, right here, right now. Oh yes, yes, it’s touching my clit. God I’d love to suck that… Until it came in my mouth, or all over my face. Would you like that, baby? I… I think I’m going to come if you keep rubbing against me like that,” I moaned, pressing my cunt into him, rubbing my crotch all over his cock, feeling it throbbing under my skillful dry fucking. “Damn, baby, you’re a hot one, aren’t you,” the guy said, pressing into me. “I wish we were naked. I’d fuck the shit out of you right here and now.” “Would you? Really? If you’re serious, I’ll take my clothes off and let you. Right here, right now.”

Well that stunned him. He didn’t know what to say, and when the music ended, I lightly kissed him on the lips and told him if he wanted to fuck me he could, upstairs in my sister’s bedroom, or in the bathroom, or his car, or wherever he wanted. I said I’d see him later, if he wanted my pussy, and went to get a drink. It was fun, and I must admit, pressing against his dick like that had made my cunt wet. I must have teased at least six or seven guys that way, and by the end of the evening, I knew they’d all be asking me for my phone number. They did, too, especially after my little deal in the swimming pool. Everyone was sweating from the dancing and drinks, so Marge said if anybody wanted to, they could go swimming. A few couples brought swim suits, so they went inside and changed, then came out and jumped into the pool. “Marge! That’s not fair. You didn’t tell me to bring a suit, and I want to go swimming, too” I pouted. Marge knew what I wanted to do right away, and set it up for me. “Well Tina, if you want to go swimming, go in the clothes you have on. It wouldn’t be much different than a bikini, so what’s the big deal.” She knew I wasn’t wearing a bra, so I said “Great! Here goes,” and jumped in. Everyone applauded, except a few stuffy jerks, and when I came up looking practically naked, my tank top sticking to my wet tits like Saran wrap, everyone whistled. At least the guys did. Some of their wives looked pissed, but I fixed that. “Come on, everybody. Let’s get naked and go skinny dipping,” I said, pulling my shirt off, followed quickly by my shorts and panties.

I let everyone see my naked tits and lush cunt, not wanting to dive again until everyone had seen me. My thick pubic hair was matted against my thighs, which I know really turns some guys on. I never shave my cunt hair so it has grown down my thighs and up my stomach a little way. I think it’s really sexy, and so do lots of men who are into cunt hair. I dove in again, and when I came up I saw several other people stripping. Some of the women dove in with their underwear on, but some took off their bras, leaving their panties in place. None of the other women were naked, but a couple guys took off their underpants, much to the dismay of their wives. I swam over near one of them, dove under water, and took his cock in my mouth. He jumped, reaching down to see what the fuck was attacking him. When I came up out of the water I slid my wet body against his, letting my tits slide over his dick, his stomach, and into his chest. “Nice dick,” I said, licking my lips. “Why’d you stop me?” The guy almost shit, and then his wife swam over to us and glared at me. “See what you got yourself into by taking off your shorts, smartass?” She said, angry, or at least pretending to be. She still had her underwear on, all of it, so I moved next to her and let her feel my tits on her arm. “You know, darling, you really should take this off,” I said, running my fingers inside the edges of her bra, caressing the flesh of her tits. “You have beautiful boobs. Why not give everyone a thrill and show them off?” She didn’t know what to say, so I laughed and swam away to find some other guy to fuck around with. We swam around for a while, playing touchy-feely in the pool. Then several of the couples got dressed to leave.

I knew the ones who stayed had potential. They looked horny, especially the husbands, so we started dancing again. This time when I danced with one of the guys I’d teased before we were both naked. I let him feel my tits, and I reached down and caresses his cock. “Oh baby, when I told you before I wished we were naked I didn’t think it would happen. This is wonderful,” he moaned, pressing his body into mine, his cock sticking straight up, pressed flat against my stomach. “Put it in me,” I urged. “Do it. Fuck me. Right now. Do it.” “Oh shit,” the guy gasped, looking around for his wife. She was watching us, but she was also dancing with Harold, and he was naked, too, with his cock poking into her crotch. She was topless, but still had on a pair of panties. I looked at her and smiled seductively. Her eyes clouded over, and with her watching, I backed away from her husband a few inches, reached down, and while staring right at his wife, slid his cock inside my pussy. She opened her mouth, shocked, but it was too late. I pulled the guy down on top of me on a chaise lounge near the pool, and rolled him over so he was underneath me and couldn’t pull away. Then I raised up and started really fucking him, playing with my clit while I slowly moved up and down on his dick.

“My God, they’re fucking,” I heard someone say, and suddenly we had a circle of people standing around next to us, watching us. I looked at the guy’s wife, and she was standing next to us, her back to Harold, his arms around her, fondling her breasts. Then as I fucked her husband, his hands moved down her body and inside her panties. He began fingering her clit, then started finger-fucking her in time to my movements on her husband. It was so fucking hot, I came, crying out, begging her husband to fuck me, to come in me, and he did, his cock suddenly swelling up to enormous proportions. Then it erupted inside me. I moved off him so his wife could see his cock spewing cum all over my cunt and thighs. She groaned, turned to Harold, and slid his cock inside her.

“Fuck me!” She shouted, letting everyone know how hot she was. Harold began pumping inside her while the guy under me watched.

“Your wife is beautiful. Isn’t it exciting to watch another man fucking her?” I hissed, sliding down his body. “Enjoy it while I suck your dick.”

I put the guy’s soft cock in my mouth, sucking it while I played with his balls and asshole. When he started getting hard again I slid a finger inside his ass and started fucking him there.

“Oh baby, oh yeah, suck me… Fuck my ass, you bitch, you fucking slut!” He gasped, and I felt him coming again, this time in my mouth. It tasted delicious, and while I was swallowing him I felt someone behind me. I didn’t even turn around to see who it was when I felt another cock slide into my cunt.

“Oh yeah, fuck me,” I moaned, spreading my legs wider, letting whoever it was have me. The guy fucked me real hard for a few strokes, then he started coming, too. When he was finished, he pulled out and I walked over to where Harold and the woman were fucking.

“Make her eat my pussy,” I said, lying back on another lounge chair, my legs spread, my fingers dipping inside my cum-soaked cunt, masturbating myself.

Harold turned the woman around and pressed her face down into my crotch, sliding his cock back inside her from behind.

“No! No, I don’t do that!” She said, but I could tell she wanted to try it.

“Sure you do, honey. Just bring your face down here and start lapping up the cum from your husband’s cock.” I didn’t mention that I’d been fucked by another guy, too. My pussy was sopping, and when the woman started eating me, she went wild, sucking and licking, really getting into it, trying to drain every drop of cum out of my dripping snatch. It was great.

After I’d fucked every guy at the party, everyone finally left. Marge asked me if I wanted to stay over with them, and I said I did, crawling in between her and Harold. Naturally, I was able to get Harold hard again, and Marge masturbated while her husband fucked me, her eyes glazed with lust. We stared at each other, and came together, smiling at each other while her husband filled me with my last dose of cum for the evening. It was a wonderful party, and typical of how I like to lead my life.

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Chapter 8 of TPiaG: Body Swap AU

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Twig is unconscious

Darkrai couldn't sleep.

As ironic as that sentence is, it's nonetheless true.

He'd long since gotten used to the needs that Twig's body demands for. And he would be lying if he didn't say he, to some extent, enjoyed being able to fall asleep.

But for the last week, he couldn't fall sleep for the life of him.

He tossed and turned in his bed, trying every position he could think of.

He attempted to sleep curled up, splayed out, on his belly, his side, his back. With his blanket, without his blanket (A grave mistake).

Nothing worked.

And he hated so much that he knew why.

He couldn't stop thinking of Twig.

That loathsome wretch that took his body.

He couldn't understand why he can't stop thinking of her.

He hated her.

He hated how scared and helpless he felt seeing that passage open.

He hated how he wasn't as angry as he wanted to be when she picked him up without his consent.

He can't stop thinking of how she broke the shelves in that closet to fit both of them in there, even though she could have easily just stuffed him in there alone.

He hated so much that he felt safe in there with her.

He hated the way his breath caught on itself when she pulled him closer, after hearing Grovyle step past.

He hated how he felt like he'd been torn in half when Grovyle ripped her out of there.

He hated how frozen in terror he was as he watched Grovyle beat her within an inch of her life.

He hated how he felt utterly useless, watching Celebi, Dusknoir and Kip do everything they could to keep her from dying...

...

Darkrai's eyes widened as a thought came to his mind.

She may not have been attacked if she had just left him.

She might not be unconscious in the hospital, straddling the line between life and death, if she had simply hidden herself in the shadows, and left him to confront Grovyle.

She wasn't hiding herself from Grovyle.

She was protecting him...

...

Darkrai slowly curled his fists, leaving scratch marks in the floor.

No.

That wasn't what she was doing.

She hated him as much as he hated her.

It was in her best interest to keep her own body alive.

Then why didn't she hide you in the closet alone, and try speaking with Grovyle

Because Grovyle would have attacked her regardless.

Then she would have hidden herself in the shadows and tried conversing with him.

Did you not see the murderous rampage Grovyle was on?! He wouldn't have listened to her.

What about the code word?

Darkrai's heart skipped a beat.

She would have had a chance to say it had she not tried to keep you safe.

She... She had a chance to say it during their fight. She'd forgotten she had that word in mind.

Would she have forgotten if he didn't claim that her voice was a trick? Would she have forgotten if she had a chance to talk with Grovyle? Would she have forgotten if she only dodged, and didn't try to fight back?

Grovyle wouldn't have believed her if she did say the word.

Kip didn't believe her until she said the word to him. And he had more of a reason to doubt the legitimacy.

Darkrai pressed his claws into his arms.

Stop.

If she had shown you to him, and explained what had happened, what do you think Grovyle would have done?

Darkrai winced from the pain he was inflicting on himself, attempting to hold back tears.

Stop it!

Grovyle would not have hesitated to try and kill you.

STOP!

He would blame you, as he does now, for stealing her body.

Blood was starting to pool where his claws pierced his skin.

Do you not recall her expression, when she apologized for what she said to you that morning? And the promise she made to find something for you to do during the day?

ENOUGH! I WILL NOT TOLERATE MY OWN MIND BELITTLING ME LIKE THIS!!!

She cares about you.

...

Darkrai quietly cried in his bed. Trying to remain as silent as possible so the others couldn't hear him.

Why?

...

Silence.

**********

Grovyle lay flat on his back in Kip's bed, ironically getting less sleep than he did than for the few weeks he was technically homeless. Forced to stay in that position so his ribs would heal correctly. Tears flow down his face as he thought about Twig.

The fear in her eyes, as a human, a Charmander, and in Darkrai's body haunted him.

The feeling of satisfaction he felt, watching her bleed before he knew who she was, made him consider leaving to enter Labyrinth Cave alone.

Grovyle intentionally took deep breaths. Each one sending out sharp pain from his chest.

He can never see her again. His presence would force her to relive what he'd done to her.

He tried to kill her.

He forced her through intense agony to make her suffer.

He traumatized her.

She should hate him.

She should hate him the way he hates himself, with every fiber of her being...

He hopes she does.

*********

Dusknoir couldn't take any comfort in the literature he used to. Despite Celebi's and the doctors' best efforts, the damage done to his eye is permanent. Everything looks like he'd been submerged underwater. His age already made his eyesight worse, but now he'll have to learn Braille to read again.

But he wasn't worried about that.

He was more worried about Kip.

He was of course worried about Twig. Praying at every moment that she would recover, but his fears still lay in seeing Kip neglect himself to watch Twig at all times.

The fact that the last thing he could, and probably will ever see clearly, was Kip's expression of terror, the same he'd seen several years ago, filled him with a pain that was much greater than what Kip had afflicted him with.

Dusknoir wondered if all of this would have been avoided if he was never given his undeserved mercy.

He saw the way Kip shook when he exited the passage of time.

Twig wouldn't be on the cusp of death, and Kip would be happy if he was simply never brought back.

********

Celebi couldn't understand how Darkrai isn't exhausted all the time with how he's constantly angry.

She's barely able to do anything but sit on the couch and think of just how much of a brain-dead idiot she is.

If she had just looked forward when they figured out that Kip and Twig had moved, then she could have stopped any of this from happening.

But NOOOOO!~ She just HAD to wait and see what would happen! She just HAD to be surprised by how things would turn out!

And now she hurt everyone and Twig might die.

Sure, they managed to get her to the hospital, and yeah, She's at least stable.

But what happens if her body gives out?

She dies.

And it'd be her fault if she does.

Celebi doesn't even want to think about what Kip and Grovyle would do if she passes.

She's completely trapped in a prison of her own design.

She hates that she didn't look forward then, and she hates how scared she is to look forward now.

She hates how angry she feels towards Kip for hurting Dusknoir like that. Even though she knows it was a knee-jerk reaction.

She hates how angry she is at Grovyle, for letting himself get to the point where all logic and reasoning went out the window. Even though she knows he was just tired and furious and paranoid.

But she doesn't hate how angry she is at herself.

There isn't a justification for her actions.

She is just stupid.

*********

Kip didn't care that sleeping next to her gave him nightmares. He couldn't care less that the pendant she wore with the lunar feather was lost during her fight.

The fear he feels in those nightmares pales in comparison to the fear he feels at every waking second.

Every morning he jolts awake, covered in cold sweat from the nightmare he had, and stares at Twig. Watching her to make sure she's still breathing.

He hasn't left the room since he was allowed in after the emergency surgery the Doctors had to preform on her.

He watches the doctors replace the medicine and bandages daily. Staring at her wounds to make sure they haven't gotten infected. Even if that's not his job.

Kip just-

He was so mad at himself.

He wanted to make up for abandoning Twig when she needed him most. But he can't.

And he might not ever be able to.

What a moron he is. He can't figure out why he started running in the first place.

They were his friends. They wouldn't hurt him or Twig.

But Grovyle ended up nearly killing her anyway. All because he wasn't there to defend her. To explain what had happened.

Kip stared at Twig.

First time she's slept since switching bodies, and it was because of him.

Kip stood up and heavily, slowly walked towards the door.

He turned his head to look back at her. Hoping she'd woken up.

She didn't. She lay in the same position. Her breathing, weak and short.

...

Team Skull was right about him

They were more right than Twig ever was.

All he ever did was weigh her down. He was a burden that he forced her to carry.

She had lied to him. He wasn't her friend. Friends don't abandon each other when they need them most.

Friends don't suddenly change their minds and try to go back for them for no reason.

Friends don't break down crying, unable to do anything while trying to put medicine on their wounds.

Friends don't act like him.

Kip left the room and slowly walked out of the hospital towards the travel agency. His head hung low.

He could feel the atmosphere get less heavy with each step, but he himself still felt heavy.

He's going... Somewhere. He doesn't know where. Just, any other town.

She doesn't deserve a scumbag 'friend' like him.

It's better this way...

*******

Celebi had told her everything.

She couldn't help but notice the underlying anger in her words. Everything recounted to her with an uncharacteristic flatness. Simply laying out the facts and nothing more.

She took a slight amusement as she thought about how Twig must have looked at Grovyle, when he saw her clutching that monster like some scared child holding a stuffed toy.

It was exactly what she deserved to have happen after she gave pity to that wretched, selfish thing.

At least justice was finally served.

Maybe now she'll take a step back and realize her actions and words were in no way justified.

Maybe she'll finally see just how awful he acted. And finally take the steps to right what's wrong.

Cresselia stopped her midnight flight when she suddenly realized that someone experiencing great physical and emotional pain. Barely detectable, as it was far away. All the way over on the Fire continent.

Cresselia decided to shelve the thoughts as she began making her way over to where the pain was originating.

She thinks it may be coming from a Snivy but she isn't quite sure yet.

Cresselia enjoyed the feeling of the crisp, early spring night breeze against her feathers.

Perhaps her and Kip will finally see eye-to-eye when she returns.

[necessarymeanstoanend]

do you know what a knave is?; an unprincipled man, rogue.

nigel’s

white void of doom and sketch

details

[opens-up-4-nobody]

As a stranger on the internet (so feel free to ignore or tell me I'm out of line) you might just be going through a grieving process. It sucks, a lot, and I don't really have any advice other than it will slowly get better, but it might help simply knowing.

Grief is different for everyone, and looks different for everyone too. But either way I hope you feel better soon <3

It's very possible, I just don't want that to be the answer because then I don't know what to do

[k1rishiki]

oh yeah. the reason why i decided to reread tbhk (and thus it was able to hit me like a truck this time around) was actually not bc of mitsukou going canon but actually bc i maybe accidentally started a tbhk book club w my kids at work and wanted to check the contents of it justttt in case before i put the books in their hands

[seithr]

Randomly remembered the half-reason i call my oc-verse by the name it has while laying in bed. One-half of the reason i still knew, but I had forgotten what had truly, really cemented it jointly until now

(it was a song from my favourite band I haven't listened to in a while.)

(the song fit so well at the time, still does, that i needed to hold onto it for the main protagonists forever, by partially naming their story in reference.)

Does this explanation make any sense? Does anyone know why I'm tearing up remembering this. Aahh

[vaugarde]

terribly sorry for progressively getting more and more annoyed and tired with jn. this show kinda gets a lot more exhausting on a rewatch when you know its not going to get better

[pl4n]

[lith-myathar]

.

[running-in-the-dark]

I don't want to be someone who always just complains (about my body, my brain, my marriage, my family, everything) but I just. can't change the things that bother me. it doesn't get better because I can't make it better no matter how much I tell myself to, I just can't

[sideshow-cellophane-blog]

Short rant. That moment when you realize how drained the people around you make you feel as the mom friend. It's hit me.

Not even just as an introvert. I feel like I'm never listened to by the people I surround myself with. I keep speaking my mind and I'm ignored, but I keep giving and they'll keep taking. I stop giving, and they'll find a way to take ("I think I'll help myself to *something I didn't ask permission for but I'm taking it anyway*" or "it's your fault for working these shifts so we can't hang out even though I know your schedule" or "oh you need a shoulder? Well I'm in more pain than you are and I'll tell you why instead of let you continue").

I feel like I'm taking care of children more than I am hanging out with friends. Like dang. I'm the mom friend. It doesn't mean you should treat me like your mother. I've been really hurt by these people and it's started to affect my self esteem and mental health. There are these little interactions that have built up over the years and snowballed into bigger issues because they do what they want without thinking of others. I've gotten a few apologies for incidents but it's only when I bring it up. Obviously I can't control anybody. But not willing to meet in the middle is a common theme within our circle.

A few instances have occured most recently that have made me seriously introspect.