#i mean i do have a muscle relaxant but i don't want to destroy my sleep schedule tonight

[senadimell]

Dear anyone of tumblr,

how do you relax your neck and jaw?

Sincerely,

tired of this headache

[the-sixxth-sinner]

Mask of Sanity

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Fandoms: Mötley Crüe

Characters: Nikki Sixx

Word count: 2.5k

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Sex, drugs & violence; underage (implied) sex; non-con; exaggerated drug-induced psychosis. Proceed at own risk

Summary: Nikki goes batshit insane. Again. 

A/N: I first started writing this around when I was reading American Psycho, which was like, back in April 2021? It was my first smut ever and it made me cringe with every word I wrote down lol but looking back at it now, I think I didn’t do that bad of a job. For this reason, in fact, I promised myself I would try to finish it, years later. In conclusion, if you can read this you’re very lucky

I wanted to imitate both Ellis and Nikki’s writing style with this, and i used nothing but sheer will, fantasy and a quick skimming of the heroin diaries as my resources (other than American Psycho itself of course), so if its not accurate or you think i could've wrote it in a different way please bear in mind that i will not accept criticism, constructive or otherwise, at this hour. thanks <3

Knock. 

«Comin’» I enunciate from the other side of the room as I sniff up the last line of blow I put down on the bathroom’s counter.

It must be that chick the boys told me they’d send my way once they finished with her. I'm still not sure why I didn't want to join them in the fun... I told them I just wanted to be alone, have some peace and quiet. Yet, I’ve been pacing back and forth my hotel room the whole fucking time like a rabid mongrel in a rusty cage that is too small. I’ve downed maybe five Halcions with half of a JD bottle and a quarter of an eight-ball and it’s only 2 am. My brain feels like it’s running a hundred miles an hour and at the same time the outside world looks like it’s melting in slow motion just before my eyes. I'm starting to hear voices again. To hell with peace and quiet.

Knock knock.

«Ya, ya, I’m coming!» This is annoying. What’s the fucking rush?

I raise my head up taking a deep breath in. I glance at my reflection in the mirror, I try to relax my face muscles in order to not look like a complete lunatic. I exhale and roll my eyes; I give up: I don't think it’s working.

Knock.

Jesus Christ, do you want to get murdered?!

I move across the room with long strides. I feel my whole body jittery, my hands are shaking. I open the door abruptly. 

«Is this… Are you...» The chick looks both surprised and shocked. 

Shiiit, they fucked her up. She can’t stand straight without leaning on the door jamb, her voice is shaking, her makeup and hair is all ruined, her clothes half torn, her skin has been covered in bruises and God knows whose bodily fluids. She doesn’t look the age she wants to pass as.

«Sixx, yes.» I nod, cracking up the best smile that my mental state allows me.

She relaxes and clears her voice. «Tommy told me you were all alone, so… I thought I could pay you a visit» She smiles, raising the bottle of whiskey she had in her hand, trying to be as charming as possible. She gazes me up and down with her big shiny eyes. Rhinestone crystals drowned in alcohol.

I shrug. «I could use some company.» Thanks, T-Bone!

I wasn't planning to have anybody join me in my descent to madness, but something awakened in me as I glanced at this girl’s now ruined innocence. There's something so arousing about her desire to be completely destroyed and be a disappointment to her parents that I can't just back away.

I open the door wider to let her in. I check the hallway to make sure if there’s anybody else. «Are you alone?» I ask. 

«I mean, like, I came here with Vicky but I think she either passed out or choked on Tommy’s cock? I don’t think there’s any point in waiting for her...» she blathers.

«Don’t worry,» I wrap my arm around her shoulders. «You’re gonna do just fine…» 

The door closes behind us.

Cut.

I look at her as she strips in front of me, slowly, sensually, without breaking eye contact. Her movements are clumsy due to her drunkenness, but that’s what adds to her uninhibited charm. 

My vision gets hazy all of a sudden, as I watch her dance in slow motion, probably looking like somewhere between mesmerized and fucking stoned out of my mind. Yet, I feel restless, and I start to feel the instinct to jump onto her like an animal with its prey.

I get up from the bed and pick her up by her bare waist in a swift movement, which made her yelp in surprise. I throw her back on the mattress, rip the rest of the rags off her body and start going down on her, gently pulling her labia apart with two fingers and sucking on her clitoris and licking her juices. The girl bucks up her hips and moans in pleasure. I position myself better on my knees, then I pull her closer to the edge of the bed, grabbing her by the waist and making her spread her legs more. I press my hands down on her thighs, hugging her lap, and I bury my face into her heat. I lap her pussy up and down, groaning like a dog in heat, thrusting my face into it, going from wide licks to tracing small circles around her clit and penetrating her with my tongue, sucking off all her fluids that are pouring out like a delicious fountain of youth. I feel her losing control of her body, thrusting her hips against my face as she moans louder and I go faster, until my jaw hurts and I remain completely breathless.

«Please… please please please keep going!» she begs.

 I raise my gaze to her for a moment. I can hardly make out the silhouette of her biting her own fist. My mind is foggy, I can barely form coherent thoughts. But the whispers… Those are clear. I try to ignore them, concentrating on the task at hand of making her a slave to lust.

I bury my face between her legs once again, penetrating her with my fingers and tongue.

The girl’s moans and whimpers are slowly getting louder and higher in pitch, blending together with the voices in my head. I feel her getting tighter around my fingers, until she squirts all over my face.

«S-Sorry…» She murmured.

I stare at her for a few seconds. I let out a laugh, licking my lips.

I climb over her body. «Ready for round two, baby?» I whisper in her ear.

«Uh-huh…» She nodded.

Suddenly, I am hit with a wave of dizziness. My head is spinning and my fingers are tingling.

As I get up, I am met with a confused gaze.

«What are you…?»

«I’ll be back in a minute. Don’t move.» I winked at her.

I slam the bathroom door behind me, breathing heavily. I am sure I am about to throw up, but that satisfaction of vomiting your guts out never comes. I decide to take a line of zombie dust, so that if I do something awful to the girl, I won’t have the memory to regret it afterwards.

Cut. 

I enter the bedroom, where the girl is still laying in bed. I grab the Jack I left on the bedside table, and take a good swig of it, feeling it burn inside my throat. I hand out the bottle to her, in a “You want some?” gesture. She gladly accepts.

«Have you ever done blow before?» I ask her, as I sit on the bed and she drinks.

The girl shakes her head.

My eyes widen. «Didn’t Tommy share with you?»

«Nope.»

«Well…» I get up, pulling a bag out of my pocket. «You’re in luck, ‘cause I’m feelin’ very generous!» I grinned. I want to ruin you so bad...

She gasped in joy. «You’re the best, Nikki!»

I quickly prepared two lines to sniff, one for each of us.

Cut. 

I’m on top of her, fucking her tight pussy, grunting and panting like a beast. Her hands are all over me, and my back is covered in scratches. My mind is racing at a million thoughts per hour and I can’t grasp a single one of them. All I want in this moment is to fuck her, ruin her, use her, reduce her into a mindless sex toy for my own pleasure. I hear voices that I don’t know what they’re trying to tell me, I see shadows in the corner of my eyes that I don’t know what or who they belong to. Her moans are the only thing that snatch me back to reality, but soon even they become faint and the voices are more insistent.

I pull out.

The girl tosses a disappointed look at me, with languid eyes. «Nikki…» She stretches out her hand, trying to pull me closer. «Why did you stop…?»

With a jump so swift even I got surprised by my own mental alertness at that moment, I grab the girl by the jaw moving closer to her.

«Ask for it. Beg me. Say my name.» I demand grinding my teeth.

She swallows and has fear in her eyes. «Please. Please Nikki, please I beg of you» She lets out in a small voice.

I strengthen the grip, lifting her chin. I let out a beastly breath in her ear: «Not. Enough.»

She stares at me, her eyes wide in terror.

«I SAID NOT ENOUGH!» Nikki punched the girl with brutal force, making her scream in horror. He was breathing heavily, eyeballs out of the sockets in shock. A trickle of blood started running down the girl’s nostril. A drop of translucent fluid dropped on top of it. Nikki brought his hand to his face: it was his saliva. He was drooling like a rabid dog.

Nikki had his grip tight on her neck, and kept hitting her, making the blood flow on her face and her porcelain doll skin break, until her screams stopped. 

Nikki let go of her throat, his breath short from the violent frenzy. He looked down at his trembling hands, the knuckles stained in red, then he looked at the girl. Admiring the bloody mess on her face, Nikki felt his whole body tingling with an undefined sensation: he had a rush of adrenaline, horror and ecstasy all at once, but he wasn’t completely sure if those were the right sensations, the right terms for what he was perceiving. The voices were getting clearer and louder, telling him to do horrible things to her.

Nikki touched himself, to then enter inside her, and began thrusting.

The girl was slowly coming to her senses and as soon as she noticed that Nikki was violating her, she started screaming, kicking and pushing Nikki away with her hands, who promptly blocked her mouth with one hand and pointed his switchblade knife at her throat with the other. «Shh-shh. You wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, trust me…» He whispered, with a smile that hid the devil. 

Her eyes were filled with tears in supplication, her body paralyzed in fear.

Nikki forcefully pushed himself inside her. «You like that, huh?» The whole bed shook. Muffled sounds came out of her mouth. The blade touched her skin at every thrust. «You like being fucked by me until your insides hurt, don’t you?» He rammed once more and there were more suppressed cries.

He stopped for a moment and leaned closer to her: «Answer me.» Nikki breathed, baring his teeth. He pressed the knife against her jugular, cutting her skin. A trickle of blood streamed down her throat and chest.

The girl shook her head. Her whole body was trembling.

«Wrong answer.» He stabbed her in her stomach, making her cry in desperate pain like a wounded fawn.

Nikki traced a bloody line with the blade on her pale skin, stopping at the height of her heart. He could feel her breath accelerating more and more under his knife. He shot a glance at the girl, who had her eyes wide and pleading, with tears running down her cheeks, faint whimpers coming through her covered mouth.

«No one can hear you scream, you stupid slut.»

Nikki raised his armed hand.

The sound of the blade slicing through flesh.

A silent scream.

Blood gushing out of the girl’s breast.

Nikki pulled out the knife from the girl’s chest, and dug inside the wound. With the help of his switchblade, he ripped out her skin like fabric and then her heart, still pulsating, and observed it with fascination; he felt its warmth and weight in his hand and then he licked the blood dripping from the torn arteries. It tasted like death. Then, he dropped it to his knees.

Cut.

I wake up in the bathroom, with a massive headache and generally feeling like shit. I barely remember why I am here in the first place… I try to recall what happened a few hours before, but in vain. I take a glance at the toilet: it’s filled with vomit. Huh. Must’ve been a wild night. Getting up, I notice red stains all over the sink. What the hell…?

Suddenly, my heart is racing, my palms are sweating and I am scared to look at what’s behind the bathroom door, left ajar.

With a deep breath, I gather all the courage I have in my body, and I open the door.

Jesus Christ…

I slowly enter the trashed room, carefully, warily, like if there were landmines all over the pavement. There are red pentagrams and writings all over the walls. A real, human heart is taped at the head of the bed. Then, I see it: the body of a girl, lying lifeless on the mattress.

«What the hell… What the fucking hell!» I scream, recoiling against the wall, horrified at the realization of what I’ve done.

Knock knock knock.

«Sixx, get the fuck up! We have to leave in ten minutes!» Doc’s voice from the other side of the door made me have a fucking heart attack.

«Uh… Yeah, I’m coming, gimme a minute!» I try to sound as relaxed as possible but my heart is pounding in my throat and my voice is quivering. Just then, I realize my hands are still covered in blood. I quickly go to the sink to wash them, but they seem to never come clean. I come back to the bedroom, and I throw the windows open.

I need to get rid of this body.

I wrap the blood-stained bed sheets around the girl, almost throwing up from the anxiety and the smell and the guilt that are all eating me inside out like flesh-eating beetles. I pick the corpse up and bring it to one of the windows.

«I’m so sorry I did this to you.» I whisper, with tears in my eyes and a despaired tremble in my voice.

I throw the body out of the window.

I open the door of my hotel room and I am met with Doc’s stern gaze.

«You look like death. What happened?» He asks, squaring me off.

«Oh, nothing.» My eyes wander somewhere behind his shoulders. «Just a bad trip.»

I don’t think he bought it.

«Whatever, get your ass in the main hall.» Doc steps aside to let me come out of the room. «We have an important interview this morning: behave or I’ll send Fred to kill you.» He looks at me in the eyes, stressing the last words.

«Can’t promise anything.» I mumble.

«Excuse me?»

«I mean… Yessir.»

«Good boy.» He gives me a pat on the back and starts walking.

I follow him, glancing at the room one last time. I take a deep breath, trying to calm down, but I can’t shake off the sensation that someone is watching me behind my back.

[faroreswinds]

Japanese anon, hello, I hope you’re enjoying your trip. There were a lot of unhappy responses on twitter to Houses 3 year anniversary and people blaming koei specifically. A lot of people just put down hopes after playing blue lions and went back to azure moon. An english language article discussing low sales in japan has a small comment section saying japanese have no sense of good storytelling…which was not appreciated by some japanese speakers who found it. Or for also insulting fire emblem if, which is still a beloved title. Now there is conflict with traditional musou fans (musou is a niche genre in japan and is sometimes derided as a “mowing” game, where there is no thought or effort except pressing buttons according to critics), and especially musou fans who say koei abandoned them to make nintendo spinoffs instead of paying attention to dynasty warriors and sengoku warriors.

There is also concern over the war message because especially after the fallout from the world war, many people were careful to promote stories about peace and harmony, and especially why many japanese movies show homes and cities being attacked and destroyed in war scenes. gundam is also usually quite pacifist at heart. Miyazaki-sensei is another good example. But lately there seems to be a shift with some stories trying to be casual about war, or trying to promote war as glory, like with that jsdf isekai, or the ending to attack on titan, which left many people quite stupefied. And fire emblem has always been about good characters resisting invasion and conquest by larger, stronger neighbors, so this shift is concerning. On twitter people are now raking over the coals (i really like this expression) the red route for hopes and saying nintendo and koei are playing coy and lying about edelgard and not calling her what she is: an aggressor. But fans of edelgard give the game high marks.

Thank you, Japanese anon. Truth be told, I have thrown out my back and I am now trapped to the floor mainly. My trip will improve once the muscle relaxers do their job.

Don't worry, this isn't the worst I have had. This time I am not screaming in pain and I can at least walk, I caught it early. So I'll be fine.

So anons, I do SEE your asks and I WILL get to them, but I can only focus on writing in short spurts, so please be patient. I promise to answer EVERY ask.

Also, that means my gameplay notes and my GW review is even more delayed now. Apologies, I feel frightfully guilty.

Do Japanese fans really prefer AG that much more than the others? Wow. Still, I get it though...

Bah, those comments from the English speakers should just be ignored. It's embarrassing that those comments even exist, frankly. :/

And I do feel sorry for dynasty fans but... from my understanding, the series hasn't done that great in general. The Nintendo property titles have been doing phenomenal for the series... even Hopes sold well, despite the drop in sales and the bad reviews - it sold well. So, while I feel terrible that they feel abandoned, I'm not sure how long the series would have survived without them. Still, it would be nice if a true Warriors game came out again.

Now, please correct me if I am wrong but... I was under the impression that IS themselves (and mainly, the main dev if Houses) recongizes Edelgard as an aggressor. But you are saying Nintendo and KT does not, correct? Heck, I'm pretty sure IS delayed Advance Wars due to what's happening overseas.

But I'm not surprised they don't want to call her an aggressor. She's meant to be marketable. Which sucks but it's true. I'm glad to see some people are willing to call it out. I just don't know if Nintendo or KT care. They made their money....

I can't speak to why war has become more... glorified lately, though. I guess the more time creates a separate between memories and history, ideas and virtues change. Doomed to repeat, humans are..

Still, it saddens me to hear about it.

[princessroyal95]

Daddy (Crocodile x Reader) [English version]

Warning: This chapter contains sexual content. If you don't like this type of content, don't read on, even if it means you'll lose information about the story.

It's a good time to go home and take a good bath. I'm too tense after work and I need to relax, my muscles need it. Since I have owned Rain Dinners I have not stopped working to make my clients happy and earn a lot of money. Being the richest man in the world has its advantages, but also its disadvantages since I have enemies who want to have my business.

Fools. They don't know who I am. I am the famous Crocodile, a member of the Shichibukais and a hero in the eyes of the whole kingdom of Arabasta. What hypocrites they are. If they only knew what my plans are to conquer this famine ridden land. At least I am not starving like my subordinates. Just like her. My brat. She will be waiting for me with a good plate of food.

When I achieve my goal, she will be my queen. The future Queen of Arabasta. We will have the greatest absolute power and a weapon that can destroy anything. I just hope that stupid Nico Robin finds the Polygriph, I don't trust her one bit. However, that brunette gets along with my precious ___. I only hope that I don't hurt her because I assure you that I won't hesitate to kill her with my own hands or, rather, with my own hook. How is it possible that that brat has noticed me? I can hardly touch her because of this contraption.

I feel vulnerable when I am near her and even more so when she says that word that drives me crazy. A word that is somewhat forbidden for anyone, but that is exciting for me. A word that contains five letters and is music to my ears. God, just thinking about it makes me horny. Fuck! I just hope I can get to my big mansion and relax.

And speaking of my house, without realizing it, I had already arrived at the place. It's a big house that the inhabitants of Arabasta offered me for protecting their land from thieves and heartless pirates. They are idiots; however, their hospitality is appreciated. I close my eyes when I detect that smell coming from my nostrils. Oh my God! If it's my favourite food. This little girl knows how to put me in a good mood.

Without any remorse, I put my hand on the doorknob and opened it when I entered the house. It smells good. You can tell she's a great cook. But don't worry my beautiful brat, when you're queen you won't have to worry about doing your homework. Now that I look at it, it hasn't even welcomed me. That's very strange of her. I leave my big coat on the rack and then head for the kitchen finding it empty. "Where is she?", that's my big question and I'm already worrying.

However, my ears get acute when I hear a scream coming from the other room, more like the great hall. I head over there to find ___ trying to feed a baby crocodile. Why did I let her adopt him?

"You're very bad, Banis," complains the young woman grimacing. "At least let me feed you properly."

The little crocodile didn't pay any attention so he walks in my direction resting his head on my shoes. I feel a deep love for this species, they are the only creatures I can identify with.

"Crocodile-san, I had not felt you, I am very sorry." She apologizes ___ bowing slightly.

"I see that little Banis is being unruly."

"I have tried to feed him, but he shuns me," she says, clenching his fingers a little. I stare at them, watching as a few drops of blood appear.

"I've told you a thousand times not to feed him without my presence." This child sometimes gets on my nerves. I go in search of a first-aid kit to cure that ugly wound. At least the crocodile didn't dare break her arm.

"But it's our baby, I have the right to feed it."

"Our baby...", those words echo in my head again and again like a tape recorder that I have to listen to a thousand times. Since we have been together, she has always asked me to adopt a crocodile because of my fondness for this species and because it is a very special creature for her. Why should I have accepted her request? I don't want her to get hurt just by seeing her happy.

"Next time, if he rips off your limbs, you'll let me know to punish him." I say it with all the tranquillity of the world while I expel the smoke from my cigar and already bandage the small wound of ___.

"Don't be cruel to him. He is a crocodile, his nature is like that."

"But I don't want my beautiful brat to get hurt." Did I get it right? I can see your cheeks turning pink. You're so innocent and pure.

"... The food!" shouts ___ running towards the kitchen while I, like an idiot, smile and decide to follow in his footsteps.

"Don't worry, you're an expert on food," my sincere words come out of my mouth to what I sit on the chair leaning my elbows on the countertop, wanting to observe it closely, "In the time we've been together, your food hasn't stuck or burned.

"But it makes me angry." She makes the face of a repentant girl who turns off the cooker.

I just sketch the smile more by getting ready to read the newspaper a little. The truth is, with so much business in my life, I hardly have time to look at the news. Although the vast majority of them are caused by me or my secret organization. I just hope my plans work out, it won't be long now before I can fulfill my purpose and be someone more important than just being a miserable Shichibukai.

A government dog is what all the pirates call me every time they see me. But I don't have much importance in that respect. I hear a few steps away from me and I lower the newspaper a little, watching as ___ sets the table, already plating the dishes.

I get up from my chair to go to my seat not without seeing little Banis approaching ___ caressing her legs with his head.

"Oh, you came to apologize?" The young woman bows down stroking his head. "You know Mom would never be mad at you."

"You're spoiling him a lot," I say, sitting down already smelling the plate.

"You do the same with the ones at Rain Dinners." This little girl knows how to play it back.

"Touché."

We prepare to eat in peace without saying anything. I love this feeling of peace and harmony, something my body needs. However, it is missing as a little touch and it is a good bath. My muscles will thank me for it. As I like the food that ___ prepares, she does it for me, for the love she feels.

But my enjoyment of the food faded when I heard the little crocodile moans. I notice that the baby, with its teeth stuck in ___'s dress, was pulling on it strongly as if it wanted something. And I know what he wants.

"Mommy's eating, Banis."

Banis makes that gesture again until a few tears stand out on the little crocodile. Damned beast with four legs.

"Cuddly," Without further ado, ___ takes Banis to place it on her legs and begins to caress its side.

"You pay more attention to him than to me," I said bluntly looking at that devil.

"Oh come on Crocodile-san, he's just a baby," the brat makes an excuse, "He needs a lot of attention and a lot of love.

Since we have adopted the little crocodile, all my attentions have vanished as she was dedicated to taking care of the wretch on her lap. And when I feel like doing it with her she always has an excuse that she is tired because she didn't stop chasing Banis because she didn't want to listen to him.

I even miss that word that I liked to hear from her. Disgusting girlfriend-stealer.

She may be your mother in your crocodile sight, but she is my partner and you have no right to take what is mine. Do I have to point out the mark on her neck, near her jugular?

"Crocodile-san, is this my stuff or are you looking at Banis with a murderer's face?"

I get tense when I hear the question from ___ that my whole face suddenly changed. Shit, why does he have to give me away like that?

"These are your things, woman."

"I see that you have finished the plate," The young woman gets up holding the baby. But I see that she's smiling tenderly at the baby, "and as far as I can see, little Banis has fallen asleep."

Did the condemned man fall asleep? I looked at the crocodile's face and it was indeed peacefully asleep. Rare of that brood, it is the first I have met of all the species of crocodile that is the most active. Although a light bulb resurfaced in my head. This would be my big chance to be with her. Alone. Without any interruption.

"Why don't you leave Banis in her pond? I'll take care of clearing the table."

"Okay. I'll be right back, Crocodile-san," ___ walks away while I get ready to do my homework.

Of these things I call upon the skill of the Devil's Fruit, since with only one hand it is impossible to pick up utensils and so on. I feel clumsy. Those memories are still alive in my mind in how my hand was amputated. A chill runs through my body as I touch my wrist area. A strange feeling of pain and pleasure comes back from my insides to what I draw a small smile.

My eyes turn towards the exit door seeing that my little brat had returned from the pond and always with that smile I liked about her. How I like to see her that way, without having negative thoughts. Happiness is her main drug and I am providing her with it.

"I'll wash the dishes," says ___ approaching the sink, but I hold one of his wrists up to look at me.

"I'm a little exhausted and my shoulders need a little attention."

"... Do you want me to give you a massage?"

"Exactly," I exhale the smoke from my cigar while looking at her. The young woman's smile widens more as if she had liked the idea.

"As soon as I'm done with the dishes I'll start massaging her, Crocodile-san."

"Well, then...," I lift her chin with my hook wanting to hold her close to my face, "I'll wait for you in the bathroom," as I like to see your cheeks turning that colour and with a somewhat innocent face.

I walk away from her, breathing hard for both of us, and then I go up the stairs to the bathroom. As I listen to her curse the devil for leaving her in such a vulnerable state. Oh, brat, I am the devil himself. With that idea in my head I smile like a rascal until it reaches the point where I laugh as if there was no tomorrow.

I was already in front of the bathroom. It was really wide and with a big tub that could even fit perfectly the little crocodile or a person bigger than me. I open the tap letting the hot water fall on it and a small drop falls on my hand. Thanks to my ability I absorb it; however, it is a great weakness as it leaves me vulnerable in the eyes of anyone.

I remove the cigar from my mouth by putting it out in an ashtray that was there and I prepare to take off my clothes. Always elegant showing how gentlemanly I can be, although with my clothes so that I am a mafioso. And deep down I am. I am a man with many sins. A man who has seen the death of the "King of Pirates": Gold D. Roger.

A king very famous for all pirates and someone who was respected. And now everyone is going in search of that treasure that at first caught my eye, but my ideas vanished as I became just another government dog. I had to put up with those unfortunates just like my colleagues. Once inside the tub I leaned my back on the edge relaxing completely. What a nice feeling, I missed it. Although, one thing is missing.

And as if my thoughts were heard, ___ opens the door by taking small steps inside the place. My eyes are fixed on the young woman's body or rather on her dress wishing that she would take it off.

"You haven't waited for me, Crocodile-san," was that a way to get a rise out of me?

"My body was screaming for it, ___," I pull my body towards the other end of the tub, resting my arms on it to get a better look at it.

"I'm going to give her a massage," I noticed that she was preparing some small seats for one of us to sit on. Oh no, child, you don't understand. That innocence in her reproduces some grace to which a small laugh escapes my lips, "What's so funny?"

"I thought you were going to give it to me inside the bathtub," A few strands of my hair spread over my face and again ___'s cheeks turn pink, but this time, more intense.

The young woman's little hands are resting on that dress I gave her a year ago to celebrate our anniversary. That dress fits her so fucking well that I felt like tearing it off with my own hand. My tongue passes through my lips moistening them as I see that my little girl had completely taken off that suit leaving her half naked. I love that lingerie outfit, it fits her so damn well, it makes her look sexy. Why don't you recognize it? In anyone's eyes she's a Queen.

And now, completely naked, a divine Goddess. I remember the first time I saw her with no clothes under me, shivering with fear and covering her private parts as she was ashamed to see her in that state. She thought in her mind that I didn't like what I saw, on the contrary, I was excited to have her like that. So submissive and perfect, and more trying to hide those bites she had on her body. Although she didn't stay behind, scratching my back like a cat and taking light bites on my neck. Shit! I've got her hard as a rock.

She shyly approached the bathtub and I moved away so that she had enough room to sit up. She gets completely into the water leaving her head out of it. She's picked up her hair with a simple ponytail before. Girl, you're tempting me to hold him and make you moan.

"Crocodile-san," her voice, as soft as the sound of the tides, makes me focus on her, "can you come closer so I can give you the massage?"

I almost forgot why I had her come, although I have something else in mind. I'll leave that for later when I've had my "warm-up". She was already sitting on the edge of the tub with her legs almost open, showing her sex. I'm already seriously considering whether to get a massage or try that delicacy that drives me crazy and makes ___ moan for me.

First things first. I turn my back and place my whole body between her legs until I feel those hands resting on my tired shoulders. Oh, what a nice feeling. I close my eyes letting myself go in this exquisite delicacy that makes me touch the sky itself. How could I forget the exquisite hands of my beautiful brat? Shyly exploring my well-formed body with a few scars from battles I had in my time.

Touching stitches I didn't know about. I was taking me to the blessed heaven or rather to hell. A groan of satisfaction came out of my throat and for a moment I felt the young woman's body tense. Didn't you expect that reaction from me? No woman has ever made me groan like a damn, but you, I don't know how, do it.

"I see you're enjoying it," my face says it all.

"As if I didn't like it, your hands are exquisite," I rest my head on her belly.

"How was your work?"

"Well, it was a bit boring," I confess, opening my eyes to see her, although I have a wonderful view of her breasts covered by tiny drops of water that look like pearls to the eyes of any human being, "I was looking forward to coming home and being with you.

"How sweet of you, Crocodile-san," A kiss is what I receive on my forehead. I wished for more than just that kiss.

"___," I call to her receiving her attention, "it has been a month since we have adopted Banis and I already miss your closeness," My words are sincere, I would never lie about what I feel.

"You are exaggerating a little, Crocodile-san."

"Do you know how much I've wanted to have you near me and make love to you as often as necessary?" Now his face is a poem and his cheeks are on fire as if he were about to erupt.

"He exaggerates," her stutterers were betraying him.

"I never exaggerate," I stand up from my seat at her level and look at her face to face.  I put my hand on the edge of the bath as a support base while with my hook I make her look up to make her look at me.

"Crocodile-san," a little moan escapes her lips and I hold the urge to kiss her.

"You always leave me in a state of 'sick'," she is perplexed by that word which she did not understand very well. But her curious eyes descend to find a pleasant surprise as her face becomes more colourful and her body begins to tremble, "and I always have to resort to masturbation.

"Crocodile-san..."

"I miss your kisses, your caresses...," I lean my forehead on hers with my eyes closed, "your mouth on my cock playing with it as if it were a simple candy, your moans provoked by my cause," I can smell excitement on her.

"I...," and being speechless every time I say some dirty word near her ear makes me horny.

I raise my healthy hand to caress those lips that tempt me so much to kiss. So fleshy and full of life. I want to explore her mouth again with my tongue, delighting in a fight with hers to see who dominates whom. But, what I really miss is something that she always tells me when we are in an intimate situation.

I asked her to say that word because, for some strange reason, it turned me on to something that no other girl could achieve. And she did, delighting me with those moans and uttering that word. I want to hear it. I want her to light the fuse in me.

"Say it...," I begged her very close to her lips, I wanted her to detonate the bomb in me, "I want to hear that succulent word, ___."

Her body trembles before me, for every word, for every whisper I say very close to her making her have little spasms and her brain doesn't work at all well. Her breathing becomes agitated and paused as if she needed some oxygen in her lungs. Her eyes give that touch of lust that I love. Oh, I know that look. Go ahead and say it without fear my Queen.

She opens her lips a little to articulate a word. A word that I longed for and at the end she says it:

"Daddy."

That was the climax of everything. The trigger I needed to be able to kiss her like never before. At first, I was a little soft but little by little, the kisses were increasing showing that my need was much greater than before. I just wanted to show that I really needed her more than ever. With shyness, she wrapped her arms around my neck giving her a touch of intimacy between both of us and I, without hesitation, brought her closer to my body wanting to feel her.

I don't know how much time has passed, but my lungs were already crying out for some air so I separate from her and she sighs thanking me that she is still alive because of that sudden attack. Her face is lit up like the candle itself where her eyes show that touch of lust. So bright, eager to want more. My little girl has become a pervert. She has become addicted to me.

"Crocodile-san...," She still breathes in trying to regulate her breathing, "More..."

"Have you already forgotten how to ask me?" I whisper in a hoarse, manly voice that would even say that the hair on the young woman's skin stood up.

"I want more from Daddy," she hides her face in my chest showing again that insecurity and shyness in herself. I recognize it, at the beginning she has that behavior, but when we pass in the preliminaries, she changes radically.

"What do you want from Daddy?" I touch her in a persuasive way while my right hand caresses every pore of her skin.

"His mouth to give me kisses."

"What else?" Come on baby, I know you want more.

"Her... Her tongue goes through my neck," As I said that, already my forked tongue was doing its job, licking the young woman's neck looking for the well-known sensitive spots that make her melt, "Her bites... Ah!" I dared to bite the area of the jugular vein marking it even more.

I love having these bites on my body. A rather tempting meaning in anyone's eyes. She's mine and nobody else's, she knows that perfectly well. But not only did I bite that area but I also took small bites around her neck and even her tiny nut where I received a rather guttural moan from her. For Kami, I missed that sound every time I provoke her with my caresses, my bites and when I fuck her like an animal.

Her hands caressing my hair giving it a touch of pampering; however, every time I touch a sensitive one she pulls or squeezes it tightly giving me to understand that she was liking it, that she didn't stop in any circumstance. And, clearly, I won't.

With a touch of mischief, I slowly lower my hand past the area of the sternum where the nipples of her breasts immediately bristle. "Too tempting" and it was, but I must have a lot of patience, I was enjoying torturing her that way. Let her know that I have been a month without her and she deserves this severe punishment. Already my fingers were close to her sex crying out for her touch, but I had something else in mind. I widen my somewhat provocative smile to which she looks at me confused and, without waiting for it where a moan of surprise comes from her lips, I give a slight pat on that area.

"Daddy!"

"As I like to hear it from your lips."

"You are very bad," As you said before I am the devil himself.

"Me bad? Look who was talking," Another slap and this time near his clitoris She simply arches her back and moans louder, "You're horny, aren't you?" She nods her head. "You deserve a punishment for leaving me always with the desire."

"I don't want punishment. I want him, Daddy," Trying to convince me, girl?

"I want you too and too much," I answer with sincerity noticing how my dick gets even harder wanting to possess it at that very moment, "but I have to give you a good lesson.

I want him to know perfectly how I have felt all this damn month without being able to make love to him and I just had to be content touching myself like a damn possessed. She is already quite lubricated so I stick two fingers in her receiving as her vaginal walls squeeze my joints with desire. "And if it was my cock I don't want to imagine how it feels after so long", a guttural growl comes out of my throat pleased and she looks at me wanting to receive more from me.

I move them a little slowly so that she gets used to them as she has not received anything in her entrance for a long time. It's quite closed, I can tell, although little by little it's opening up, giving way to my invasion wanting to receive more. On the other hand, ___ doesn't stop moaning resting his hands on the edge of the tub, his body trembles with every movement he makes, they are faster and faster.

His back is arching little by little understanding perfectly that it was about to come. And I, like the devil himself, remove my fingers quickly leaving her with a feeling of frustration. Her eyes start to tear up from cutting the roll. Welcome to my punishment, my little one.

"And I'll be like this until you beg," I give a malice touch to something that the girl's body tightens up quickly.

"Please, Daddy, I don't want that punishment," her voice was betraying her, grabbing me by the shoulders, "I'll do anything, but no more. I don't like that punishment.

"Anything?" How fast you've fallen, little one. And she was saying that I was the one who was desperate.

"Anything... anything..."

Submissive. Wanting to satisfy the darkest desires of your partner or rather of "Daddy". And I want to do the same with her. And a thought came into my head to which I smile like a villain: "Anything, eh?" I stand up completely showing my true height and thus leaving a good position of my member near his face. ___ blushes suddenly as she holds that large piece of flesh in front of her. I even have the feeling that his eyes shone more brightly than before.

"If you make me come, I might give up the punishment."

Detonator is the exact word to see how your face lights up with illusion and caresses with member decision. But it was not enough for me, I know that his caresses are good, but there is something missing to add. And as if she had read my mind, my cock was already inside her mouth to which I moan in surprise. So hot and wet. The heat I was having is not caused by the bathtub but by my body, feeling the temperature rise every time ___ masturbates him with his mouth.

His tongue playing with the tip while his hands caress my testicles. God, I don't regret in any way having taught him these things. I put my hand on his head preventing him from stopping because it was exquisite this sensation. Damn, how I missed him. I would be like this for all eternity. With only the glans I could touch the bell in his mouth as the brat tried to put it all in until he gagged slightly. How naive my child is.

I bite my lip with strength at the same time as my hand holding that ponytail feeling a little tingling under my belly. I was about to reach orgasm, I have to look at her, see how she receives my essence in her mouth. When I released it, filling it completely, her face changed to one full of desire and wanting more. She moved away from that piece of flesh that in a few seconds would come to life again because she was still not satisfied. She didn't even spit out the semen, swallowed it whole That was enough to make my dick hard as a rock again.

"Daddy," she calls me with desire.

"I see you liked it very much," I smile quietly as I pull back some fringes covering his face.

"And Daddy liked it?"

"Fuck, as if I didn't like it," A hoarse grunt comes out of my gut.

She rests her hands on my forearms making the effort to get up as she feels jelly at that very moment. Her head reaches my belly so it's normal, she measures like a normal human being and I, on the other hand, am a man of more than two meters. I slowly caress her face seeing how small she is next to me and that she needs someone to protect her from any danger.

She makes the slightest effort to approach my lips and I obviously bend over to try them once more. This time it is a more tender and intimate kiss for both of us. If I were her, I'd already be kissing her like a demon, but I have to calm down my urge to fuck her right there. Every caress she gives me on my face makes my whole body relax and even touches my war scars. She is my cure, first and foremost.

The magic is broken when she decides to walk away from me and my body leaving me with a rather bitter taste. How I hate that she does these things without my having told her. Although there is a reason: she turns her back to me bending over a bit, putting her hands on the bathtub, showing that position that no man can resist.

A position where she is the little dog and I am the dog in heat who wants to possess her.

"Daddy," she moans, turning her head a little to look at me, "I want Daddy's dick in me... dirty vagina," what did I hear? It's the first time she's said something like that.

"Brat...," It's weird, but somehow, my face was red-hot from such a thing. I never imagined, not even in my wettest dreams, that she would say a dirty word.

"Don't you want to fuck this bad girl?" she asked innocently, and I wasn't expected to enter her quickly, feeling the full extent of my manhood.

"Oh, of course I do and even more so when you said that dirty word in your mouth," I stick two fingers into her mouth cavity holding her tongue, "Who taught you to say such nonsense, you slut?

"You...," She almost drowned by not being able to articulate any word.

"Sometimes I forget," I give a loud stab and get a big groan from ___, "Repeat it."

"Daddy... my... dirty vagina requires your attention."

A grunt of satisfaction sounds in my throat giving another lunge and this time, deeper than before. And here begins the swaying that we have both been waiting for: a wild and powerful one that not even mortals can endure. And one thing: "Very tight". I like it that way, so tight that it can perfectly swallow my dick where I emphasize the movements even more.

Our moans become echoes in the bathroom. The water comes out of the bath for every lunge I take in it, but I don't mind the house being flooded. I am more focused on this because I am now in true paradise. She groans to the four winds saying all the time "Daddy" and I increase my movements as a response. Shit, if I had the other hand I'd be holding her hips properly by now, but this is no time to be thinking about such things.

My eyes are fixed on the girl's perfect back, slowly arching to let me know that she's about to have an orgasm. No, little one, not yet. I stop my movements pulling my dick out of her entrails to which she complains again as she did before. She looked at me with a face of frustration to which I only smile as I sit at the other end of the tub, resting my back on it.

She understood the message and with small steps she approached me, and thank goodness she didn't fall at any time because her legs were shaking. She was riding on top of me and it wasn't difficult for her to get my limb inside her. And a groan escapes us at the same time. Having sex in the bathroom is not bad, I should do it very often. To have some support, she puts her hands on my shoulders and raises her whole body and then comes down receiving a small shock on her back.

Exciting, isn't it?

I support my right hand and my wrist where my hook is on his waist giving him a little extra help. I've never actually seen her let go when we do it in this position. She was embarrassed to be watched by me while my eyes are fixed on her face witnessing how beautiful and excited she looks or her breasts bouncing endlessly. Oh, I forgot to pamper them, it is not right of me.

"Daddy!"

I prepare myself to lick, kiss and bite those breasts that always drive me crazy, noticing how my brat is increasing the rhythm by liking this new sensation. I can even say that I have left some bites on her breasts, sorry, they are very addictive my little girl. She wraps her arms around my neck nailing her nails to my back as she always does warning me that the orgasm is about to come.

The game is over, it has to be finished. I position myself a little bit lowering my body being in a perfect position for both of us and I go back to the frantic swinging of before. That's it, groan for me, nobody will listen to you apart from the man who is fucking you like a condemned man. A man who has been waiting a whole month to have you here and screaming like crazy. And in a matter of seconds, we both reach the blessed orgasm releasing my seed inside her. Luckily she's at least taking her birth control pills, I'm not ready to have a child with her yet. It's too soon and she understands.

I rejoin her again where ___ takes the opportunity to rest her head on my chest recovering her breath while I pamper her with my caresses and kisses.

"I didn't remember... that having sex with you... was so splendid."

"See what you've missed out on this whole month?" I stretch my arm out to the other end, taking a cigar from my packet and a lighter, ready to light it. I needed something to relax with.

"I'm sorry... I should have been more attentive," she excuses herself by hiding her beautiful face in my well-formed body.

"___," With my hook I raise her gaze nailing her beautiful eyes along with mine, "please blame Banis.  It is he who is taking away what is mine."

A mocking laugh escapes from her lips as if she had been amused.

"Crocodile-san, you know perfectly well that I am yours," she points to the bite near her jugular, "This test says it all."But that naughty man bit you here," I raise his hand seeing that bandage on his finger, "and this belongs to me too," I kiss him tenderly.  She only gets a little shiver.

"You're a thing holder."

"More like the alpha of the crocodile herd," another laugh from ___. I love seeing her like this, "___... if the plan goes wrong...," She didn't give me time to say what I want to spit out as she sealed my lips with a simple kiss.

"If everything goes wrong I'll be there, loving you like never before. And if you are captured and taken to Impel Down I will find a way to get you out of there and be together."

My soul is calmed by hearing those words. This is what I wanted to hear at that moment. A comforting embrace for his beautiful words.

"I am twice your age and height. I am a government dog and..."

"Someday you and I will be great kings," she re-seals my lips with hers, "and no one will be able to separate us.

No one will. You are my beautiful brat and I am your "Daddy".

[mtnkat3]

9.00pm. I know my loves..... I agree. But h is evil, vengeful, vindictive, narcissistic misogynist bully. I mean that in the true definition of each. I have discussed it with my counselor. Would freak about this episode. Why happened? I was sitting down. In front of the tv. Because h was in the kitchen. It's too small for both to be in. All has ever wanted from me was slave labor. And his skewed thoughts on intimacy & sex. Anyways. I got everything up. But most of the receipts & papers are now totally a mess. I'm holding back the mad tears. But. Difficult. He wants me to hit him. I'm not a coward. It's that I know what he is doing. I am not the stupid bimbo white trash dumbass fat cow bitch whore cunt he takes me for. Sob. I'm holding on. Please forgive me God? For being goaded. I wouldn't let him destroy my tv/box/cables. I am seriously considering calling my atty tomorrow about this. If he assaults me again do I have thr right to call the police. Yes. I have aches. He pushes me bodily. But same height. He's not +100# heavier than me with muscle. Is ~40# of fat. And yes, I lost muscle/tone since the store. But I'm still strong & stubborn & will not give in. I did the same with ~5,000# pallets of milk with a manual palletjack. I also unloaded beer & wine & had to move it too. I am no weakling. But I am wearing a fatsuit. I guess me being capable is surprising. But I got the aches & pains too! I am tired of living in this hell. I think it's time for an addendum to let me move but pack up without him keeping my belongings. Why people think I'm going to let my belongings go to just get out do not know me at all. My baby book & toys & handmade dolls & furniture are here. Things that are from my dad & grandparents. All I have left of them. And I sure as shit am not gonna let h win!!! And that is what it would be. I will never give up that. He got away with too much already. Stubborn as a mule. And I kick like one too. Tijgeress got the reins & I am not calmed down yet. Too mad at the evil sheer audacity. I literally watched him think about throwing things & where. It was totally premeditated. And not being able to knock me down. He literally fell trying to! Pissed him the hell off!

Deep breath. Calm. Focus. Relax. Repeat.

I am ok.

Remember this.

You . . . . . Own the keys to my soul.

Maybe monster senses that. I don't know.

But I know where I belong.

In your . . . . . arms.

Always & Forever.

I am.

Yours . . . . .

~Tijgeress kat Phoenix.

✝️🛡🤺🧘‍♀️☸⚓🙇‍♀️🙏🤲⛓🧰🌂🔗🦉🐢🌳🧶🧵⌚⚡🌟🌠🗝🔱⚜💝🐻🦌🧩♠️♾🕯🧭

Th.12.22.2022 9.24pm est.

[fakeloveaskblog]

Hi, me again. Awwwwww! Even amongst all the angst Janus and Remy still manage to be adorably cute. Also I’m not sure of a question to ask them so I’ll just watch them silently incase they need anything. (And because I’m nosy and want to know what happens next.)

Glow Eyes

"Girl am I like losing it or has that vitiligo patch like moved..??"

Remy and Janus were laying tangled up together in the bath. The mirror had been covered in steam from how warm they had the water. The enby was mindlessly looking at their partner's (!) hand while leaning against his chest.

"Possibly. I don't keep count of my patches" Janus raised their eyebrow "My darling, why have you kept check on it"

"Well girlie you see-" Remy let out a string of incomprehensible blubbering while their cheeks turned pink.

"Ah I understand now. Very logical" They snarked back to which Remy lightly smacked their shoulder.

Remy stretched their arms like an old cat and about 5000 bones in their body instantly made such intense cracking noises it sounded like an avalanche made of bones.

"Feeling any better now after the bath?" Janus asked.

"Think so. I mean like my stomach still feels like toooots fucked up but I'm feeling less like blegh y'know. More like present I guess"

He pressed a kiss to their boney shoulder, right by a bruise that had been left after a bitemark "I'm glad then"

--

Later on in the evening the twins worked together to make dinner. Remus got to hack everything up with a sharp knife while laughing maniacally and Rowan got to pretend like she was being controlled by a magical rat.

Remy tried their best to at least get some of the noddles the twins had fixed for them down but the food came up just a few minutes later. They stuck to just sipping juice with a spoon for the rest of the night.

The evening air was still warm when Rowan left to catch a flight to some french movie screening she was going to in the morning. The apartment lulled into a quiet piece as Janus read and Remus sketched down whatever outfit Remy told him to draw.

The notification sound rang out from Janus' phone and a relaxed grin spread over their lips as they read the messages "Logan is asking me to go grocery shopping with him. Should I tell him I plan on staying over at his place or do the two of you prefer if I come back here?"

"Depends girlie. Do you want to leave us long enough to give us time to like tots destroy your whole apartment like some coked up rockstars" Remy joked back.

"Or give me enough time to steal your Remington" Remus added while jokingly flexing his muscles.

"You are going to have to avoid my booby traps to do either of those things so I believe I can leave"

"Hehe boob"

"Why're you like looking so excited to like go buying shit with the Logie guy" Remy fake gasped while nudging Remus "You think grocery shopping is a codeword for some freaky shit?"

"Cannibalism!?" Remus exclaimed "OR! Illegal Graffiting!!"

"I am simply looking forward to spending time with my boyfriend. And darling Remy once you are feeling good enough to leave the apartment again I am sure I will get just as excited to go grocery shopping with you"

Janus leant in for a kiss but hesitated and was about to ask if he could kiss them. But before he could ask Remy had already smooshed his cheeks together with their hands and kissed him right on the lips.

As soon as he had left Remus casually moved his arm around Remy's shoulders "So are they good at it?"

"What? At kissing?"

Remus raised their eyebrows while nodding.

"Fucking great girlie!"

"Hell yeah!"

The two of them high fived.

"Wanna watch a horror movie-"

"Girl. Bestie. Sweetie. You've already showed me like 6 million. How many horror flicks can there be"

"I wasn't finished. Wanna watch a horror movie...with bimbos in it?"

"You got me!"

Remus cuddled up close to them before moving a blanket around them. Ms. Carl slithered up to the coach and made her long body comfortable over their laps as they watched the movie.

By now Remus knew how much gore Remy could take so he had tried to find a more spooky and less gory film. When he knew it would probably get too bad for them he simply moved his arm around them and let them press their face against the crook of his neck until the scene was over.

While they were watching the characters running around a bunch of dark hallways Remy lightly bonked their head against their crush's shoulder to get his attention.

"You ever been thinking of like transitioning in like other ways than socially" They asked, a bit unsure of their words "'Cause I've been like talking with Janie about me maybe like wanting to like I dunno go on a smaller dose of hormones"

Remus fully turned towards them. He had instantly forgotten about the film "You do?"

"Mhm"

"And Jan's been saying?"

"Ah he's all like chill 'bout it"

At almost the exact same time both of them let up into a half forced laugh before saying "My ex wasn't!"

They looked at each other before falling into genuine laughter. Remus steadied his hand against their wrist while continuing to talk.

"I have been thinking about it. I think I would wanna do a full dose though"

"The waiting lists tho. Girl they're-"

"Fucking rough. Like being ass fucked with a cactus"

"Yeah...."

The two of them sat back and sighed. Remus rolled his thumbs for a bit before shining up and slowly turning his head to one of the dark corners of the room.

"You don't think the like supernatural weirdos could magic up some hormones?" He asked with a toothy grin.

"Bestie. You're a genius! Tho I don't think I wanna take it with like a syringe. I think E comes in pills as well"

"Hehe and I will be committing illegal testosteron crimes hehe" Remus rubbed his hands together like a sleazy villain.

"Okay but like girlie even if we like get it from the creatures we should still like check in with like a doc first 'cause I don't want my super macho bestie bro to like suddenly die from too much macho y'know?"

"Good point beanie. Good point..." He thought for a bit "Didn't Logie get a doctor's degree in college?"

"I dunno. Jannie's the one who knows him mouth inside and out"

"I think so! I was gonna go check out spiders with him next week for one of my installation ideas anyway! You could come along so we can ask him about it?"

Remy leant against his side "I like that idea"

"Great! I think there's spiders at both the zoo and aquarium so which one you'd think be better?"

"Uh-uh bestie. I'm no good at doing decision. Let the flying magic dudes make that decision"

[depresseddistraughtdisillusioned]

Meditation and Focused Relaxation are Vital

I've always been a big proponent of meditation. I enjoy it, but like almost everyone, I don't do it enough. Man, is it a huge necessity. It's astounding how much clarity can be attained with just ten minutes of merely sitting with my thoughts and breathing.

You find things in there. Like fear of creating anything or committing to anything, because it might fail, and those failures and losses have destroyed me in the past. Destroyed me.

You drift inward. You are now integrating all parts of yourself. Your mind is becoming more aware of your body. It is not seeing the body as it could be, but merely living in it as it is. Aware of the sensations. Aware of your hands and feet. Aware of the wires that run through everything. Aware that those wires don't truly belong to you.

These aren't really your wires. You didn't build these wires that connect your hands and feet. Because if you had connected them, you could stop the pain. You could stop the electric voltage that shoots through your system and makes you cry out.

You'd clip those wires if you knew where those wires were. But you didn't get the schematics.

No, relax the muscles of your face. Relax the muscles of your jaw. There are a few areas of muscle on the body that tend to carry a lot of tension. The shoulders and trapezius muscles commonly do. Which means telling those to relax by trying to drop your shoulders and loosen your neck might help.

I've found that telling your face muscles that it's okay to relax often leads to a cascade effect. Since we're conscious of our face, because we use it to communicate through expression, when we tell that to quit, it's more likely to listen to direct commands. However, it takes practice to actually get those muscles to truly relax. Your face carries loads of tension in it. Those muscles are worked frequently as we laugh or smile, frown, scowl, or any of the other millions of expressions we make. They're active, and busy, which makes them tense. My eyebrows in particular always want to glower. Try to notice any muscles on your body that really don't seem to relax. Those are carrying a lot of emotional tension and should be given special attention.

But whatever you do, start carving out time to just sit. Practice truly doing nothing. It is far better for you than watching TV, and while not as fun as drinking, also comes with fewer byproducts.

Get a place, be it park bench, garage, bathroom, under a tree, a library, or anywhere that you won't really be directly disturbed. Then, just watch the sky, listen to your breathing, and don't worry about anything, since you'll know if anything vital happens.

There's little quite as empowering as taking time to merely relax and center yourself. You realize that you can back the world off for a little while, and catch your breath. You don't need to be running and doing and accomplishing or satisfying or anything. You can just sit and be inside yourself.

It might not happen all at once, but once you start getting used to just hanging out with yourself, you'll start to like it a lot more than anything on tele.

'cept the pornography, eh?

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

Off Limits | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! @alana-32 sent me this suggestion:

"I wanted to ask if you could imagine writing a "oneshot" in which bucky meets a funny, open-minded young woman on a barbecue in Clints house. Fascinated by her big brown eyes, he immediately asks for a date. How would he react if she introduces herself as Tony's younger sister .... Do they both have a future, is he going on the date?😘🤗" so here we go!

Thanks @alana-32 for sending me this, I hope you like it! 🥰

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Warm, amber pools surrounded by a dark, chocolatey outline entranced Bucky and left him completely helpless. He'd been unable to think about anything besides your eyes since chatting with you in Clint's kitchen. This attempt at normalcy seemed strange to Bucky, what was the point of keeping his family a secret if Clint was just going to invite a bunch of people over for a barbecue? -but he'd decided to attend anyway at the not so gentle prodding of Sam and Steve.

"Um, hello? Sargeant Barnes... Are you okay?" you asked gently. It seemed like he was lost in his own mind even though he'd been just fine a little while ago when you'd spoken to him in the kitchen.

Your voice snapped Bucky back to reality, pulling his focus from the mental picture of your gorgeous eyes so that he could look at the real things. The sun fell across your face in the perfect way, making your caramel colored irises almost glow. Sam and Steve had been badgering Bucky relentlessly about putting himself out there, but he’d been hesitant. He hadn’t had any real desire to date- until he met you. He took a deep breath and mentally prepared to ask you out, something he hadn’t done in a very long time.

"Oh, hey! Yeah, I'm good. I'm great, actually" he said with a smile. "I realized I never got your name, though".

"Right, my bad," you said extending your hand.

Ice ran through Bucky's veins at your words. Your last name pierced his chest, making him unable to breathe. ‘Of fucking course', he thought.

"Stark…” he repeated. “So you- you're Tony's sister". His hopes were dashed.

"Yup! That's me, I'm Tony's sister. Nice to officially meet you, James".

Bucky's heart sank. He knew that Tony had a younger sister, but he'd heard that you were working in France or Italy or something as a museum curator- he had not been at all prepared to meet you at a casual barbecue. Guilt washed over him as he thought about what he did to your parents. To your family. To you.

"You can um, you can call me Bucky. If you want.” Sweat beaded on his brow, his mouth ran dry. “And um... I’m sor- I'm really sorry. About your parents, I mean. What I did… I can't-"

You raised a hand to quiet his anxious, guilty rambling.

"Bucky, you don't have to apologize. I forgave you- I forgave you a long time ago, actually. I know Tony's reaction wasn't... great.” He’d told you the whole story, every gory detail. You chastised him for the way he reacted, the way he destroyed Bucky’s arm. “But, I've had time to deal with everything. And don't tell Tony, but I actually talked to Steve about it. He kind of gave me insight about everything that happened to you... I know it wasn't your fault".

Bucky let out a relieved exhale. He'd been working on his amends, but hadn't been mentally prepared to add yet another name to his list today.

"That's um- that's really great of you, thank you" he said quietly, a sad smile flickering across his face.

"Sure. I'm so sorry about Tony, he's... he's something, isn't he?"

Bucky laughed and nodded emphatically, finally feeling his tense muscles relax ever so slightly

It was short lived, however. Tony approached with some bullshit excuse, something about Laura asking for your help in the kitchen.

"That's my sister, Barnes. She's off limits, especially to you.” A deep, dark rage seethed behind his eyes. “Don't get any ideas, or I'll finish what I started in Siberia- that's a promise.” He delivered one last glare that nearly sliced Bucky in half before returning to the rest of the group.

Bucky found a seat in a quiet corner of Clint's family farm, silently observing everyone else enjoy the party while all he wanted to do was leave. He knew he should've taken his own car, but Sam and Steve had convinced him to ride with them- specifically so that he couldn't duck out early.

He wondered why he even agreed to come to this get together, why he bothered with trying to connect with you. He’d always be the killer, the monster. Tony was right. He didn’t deserve you, not after what he did.

You thought otherwise.

"Psssst, hey, Barnes." Your sharp whisper snapped him out of his spiral.

He searched around for you until he found your figure standing in the doorway of an old shed. With a quick nod of your head, you motioned for him to join you inside. It was almost embarrassing now readily he followed you like a lost puppy. With an overly casual stroll, Bucky made his way to the shed. He didn’t want to draw suspicion from the other partygoers, especially your brother.

"I thought we could hang out in here, ya know, just the two of us" you handed him a beer. “And maybe hide from Tony”.

"Good idea, because he threatened to kill me earlier..." Bucky grimaced.

An aggravated sigh rumbled out of your chest as you plopped down in an old lawn chair. "He's always doing this kind of thing," you complained. "He's way too overprotective of me, it's fucking annoying".

"Well, I do agree that he's fucking annoying," Bucky laughed, "But I mean, I did, um, kill your parents... “ A wave of nausea crashed over him at the thought. “I feel like I can't blame him if he doesn't want us hanging out."

Bucky sat down across from you on a cooler and stared deeply into the eyes that had cast a spell over him just a few hours earlier.

"He just always thinks he knows better" you huffed, "he still sees me as his baby sister..."

"I had a baby sister..." Bucky murmured quietly, getting lost in his memories of Rebecca- rarely did he let himself think about her. He gave you another sad smile, and you couldn't comprehend how Tony had been so hard on Bucky. He was clearly a good person who'd been through more than anyone could ever imagine.

"Don't worry about what Tony says. I'm gonna be the one threatening him later," you shot him a wink. “And I always win.”

Bucky swallowed hard. He still wanted to ask you out. You were so kind and funny and obviously easy on the eyes, but he knew it would cause a rift between you and Tony.

"Well, it's just that-"

"Just ask me, Barnes."

His heart stopped, "What?"

"We both know that you were just about to ask me out before I told you my name, so just ask me".

Silence filled the small shed for a moment as Bucky gathered the nerve to actually say the words.

"Okay, um, I'd love to take you to dinner. Would you like to go out with me...” he quickly added, “and not tell your brother?"

You giggled and felt your cheeks get hot at his invitation, even though you'd known it was coming.

"I'd be honored, Sargeant Barnes, and there's no fucking way I'm telling my brother."

[bubblegumbi0tch]

The Workout

Trainer iwa x reader

Why do you continue to do this to yourself?" Your best friend asked from beside you.

"What do you mean? I'm going to the gym." You said, laughing as she pulled up to your gym.

"Yeah exactly, we could be getting ready to go out right now, you know?" She said, giving you puppy dog eyes.

"You mean we could be getting all dressed up to go out with your boyfriend while I'll awkwardly be the third wheel?" You corrected, opening the car door.

"You make a fair point." She laughed. "Besides, I think I know why you come here now." She said, looking out her windscreen.

"And why is that?" You said, hopping out of the car but bending down so you could still talk to her.

"Him." She stated, pointing at the man in the doorway of the gym.

"Oh yeah, that's my trainer, Iwaizumi." You winked at her before shutting the door and walking over to him.

You greeted  

 and went inside to put your stuff away before going into the weights room to see Iwaizumi.

"I thought you weren't going to show up; it's almost eight," Iwaizumi said as you walked over to him.

"I was debating whether or not to show up. My friend was tempting me with a night out of drinking instead of a night of aching muscles." You laughed while drinking some water. "And you chose me. I'm touched, Y/N." Iwaizumi said, smiling wide, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah, well, I'm just hoping you can go easy on me tonight." You replied. "Not exactly; we're going to do a more intense workout tonight." He said, moving closer to you.

"Yay." You sighed, pushing him back and heading towards the pull-up bars.

You and Iwaizumi worked out for about 80 minutes when you finally decided that you needed a break.

"Why are you stopping?" Iwaizumi said, catching his breath.

"You weren't joking when you said this was going to be more intense than our other sessions Iwaizumi." 

You said, collapsing onto the ground. Iwaizumi just stared and snickered at you. "You're mean Iwaizumi, I don't think I can move." You breathed, looking at the ceiling.

"Here." Iwaizumi said, sitting beside you to give you some water. "Tonight's workout wasn't even that intense. It's like a walk in the park." He said, suddenly making you choke on your water.

"Are you insane a walk in the park?" You asked, shocked. "Not even Satan wouldn't have made me do anything that you've made me do tonight." You said, grabbing onto Iwaizumi's shoulder.

"That's a tiny overreaction (y/n)." Iwaizumi laughed, following you out of the room.

"No, you're wrong. I'm one thousand percent certain that right now I'm a ghost, and my corpse is back in there." You said, pointing to the room, trying to conceal your smile.

"Oh really (y/n)?" He asked as you stood outside the women's changing rooms. You nodded, and he shook his head. "So I take it we're done for tonight." He said as he looked around the empty gym.

You two usually worked out late when the gym was basically empty, you didn't like to work out in front of many people, and he preferred to just focus on you.

"Don't expect to see me for a month; I need to relax." You laughed, opening the changing room door.

"Good. That means no more late nights." Iwaizumi laughed; you pushed him slightly, not finding his joke funny. "Are you going to belong? I have to lock up." Izumi smiled sweetly at you.

"I'm going to take my time ok. I need to wash all this sweat off me".You said, smiling sweetly back at him.

"I happen to think it looks great on you." Iwazumisaid winking. "You're the only one that gets to see me like this." You said, winking back before going into the changing room.

Once you grabbed your bag from your locker, you undressed and put a towel around your body. You headed to the shower, making sure it was warm enough for you.

All you wanted to do was have a bath when you get home, but you couldn't wait that long feeling as gross as you do.

While you were in the shower, Iwazumi went back into the room you two were working out in. He packed some things away and noticed your sports jacket that you took off because you were too hot.

He picked it up so he could give it to you when your phone fell out of the pocket, the screen lit up, and a message from your best friend appeared. Actually, a few did.

F/N: Hey, what time are you finishing? Do you want me to pick you up?

F/N: I'm assuming by your lack of response, you're still working out.

F/N: Or is handsome taking you home? God, he's gorgeous.

F/N: Your workout can't be keeping you this busy.

F/N: Or is he keeping you busy?

F/N: Are you two doing it? You can tell me. You know I won't judge; you know sex is classed as work out.

F/N: You're a terrible friend for not replying. I'm just going to have to assume you're banging him. Call me later. I want some details later.

Iwaizumi laughed to himself after briefly looking at the messages and decided to go and give it to you.

He knocked on the changing room door and didn't get a reply, so he just assumed you were either changing or in the shower; he quietly opened the door and walked into the room.

He saw your bag lying out with your workout clothes next to it and placed your phone on them. As he went to leave, he heard you singing softly in the shower.

"You know (y/n) I like the song when the actual artist sings it," Iwaizumi said, startling you. 

"Iwaizumi, what the hell are you doing?" You shouted, looking around.

"Don't worry, I'm not staring (y/n)." He said, calming you slightly, not that it helped in any way.

"I meant what the hell are you doing in here." You said sternly.

"I was giving you your phone." He stated. "Do you want a lift home?" He asked out of the blue.

"Yes, please, after I've gotten dressed." You said as you started to turn the shower off.

"Clothing isn't optional." He said, and you could practically see his smirk.

"I'll follow your lead." You said, smirking to yourself as you grabbed the towel. You didn't hear Iwaizumi's reply, but you did hear some shuffling.

A few moments later, you saw a silhouette come through the steamed room.

"Iwaizumi, what are you doing?" You asked, walking towards him. You both stopped a few centimeters from each other, and Iwaizumi lifted his hand, turning the shower on.

Having a shower." He stated obviously.

"But I-Iwaizumi, this is the women's locker room." You said, trying to keep your eyes on him and nowhere else.

"You're the only woman in here, and you don't seem to mind." He said, whispering. You stared at him, trying to decide what to do. "Your towel is wet. You should probably get a clean one." He said lowly. You nodded in agreement and went to walk around him. "Later, though." He said, pulling you towards him.

You’re lips crashed in an instant; you didn't know whether to kiss back or pull away. No warnings were going off in your head, so you kissed him back. Your hands went to his neck, one of his went to your back, the other your front when he untied the towel from your body, letting it fall to the floor.

You both pulled away, staring at each other with intensity. You moved forward, putting your hands back around his neck, pulling him to your level where you kissed him. One of his went to the back of your head, the other your ass as he squeezed roughly.

Iwaizumi smacked your ass, making you moan, giving his tongue a perfect chance to explore your mouth.

You stayed like this for a while, your wet naked bodies tangled up, hair sticking everywhere, tongues battling for dominance, hands now wondering every inch of each other. You loved every second, and so was he.

Both of Iwaizumi 's hands found their way to your ass as he squeezed tightly; you jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist, one hand in his hair, the other on his face as you pulled him close into the kiss.

He spun you around so your back was against the wall; his kisses moved to your jaw and neck as he made his way to your breast.

He pulled the nipple with his teeth before sucking on it. He removed his mouth and blew gently; the feeling of the cool air on your erect numb felt terrific against the steam-filled room. He did this to your other nipple, then all over your torso. Sucking on the skin then blowing.

His face was level with yours once again, and you continued to kiss some more.

Izumi's hands still rested on your plump ass; he moved one hand under you. So he could access where you needed him; he played with your clit first, rubbing it gently before taking two fingers and entering them inside you.

You moaned, pulling away from his lips and arching your back as he continued to move in and out of your core; your legs tightened around his waist, and he moved his other hand to the wall beside you while he continued with his other hand.

You were close, the warm feeling starting up in your stomach, but you knew you weren't there yet. Iwaizumi then added another finger, going even harder and deeper, showing no sign of slowing down.

His movements were destroying you, but he wasn't done as he started to rub his calloused thumb against your clit, determination, and lust in his eyes as he stared deeply into yours.

"Iwaizumi ." You moaned, getting closer. His moves were now quickening. "Iwaizumi !" You moaned even louder, his actions getting deeper. "Iwa-oh my god!" You screamed, shuddering beneath him.

He held you tight, still keeping his fingers within you as you rode out your high; your mouth was open as he started to pepper kisses all over your face.

"Woah." You said, catching your breath looking at him.

"We're not done yet (y/n); this is part of your workout." He said, taking his fingers out of you and putting them in his mouth. He tasted you, his eyes still on you; he slowly took his fingers out of his mouth and pulled you into a deep kiss, it was gentler, but you could still feel the need in it.

He removed his hand from the back of your head and put it under you, this time grabbing his rigid member and rubbing the tip against you. He looked at you for reassurance as you nodded your head, and he slowly entered you; you started to sink down on him, so you were meeting him halfway.

Iwaizumi stilled, waiting for you to adjust; when you had, he placed one hand on your back, the other on the wall beside your head and pulled back, slowly moving around in.

He kept at this pace for a while until you started to moan; he then moved faster, moaning as well.

Your moans got louder as his hips snapped faster, going deeper.

Iwaizumi moved you from the wall, carefully placing you onto the floor as he filled you again;. However, the ground was slippery; it didn't seem to bother him as he began pounding into you again.

He found your g-spot and decided to not leave it as he continued at the same pace and depth, being sure to hit it every time.

As he continued this, your moans turned to screams that then became deep breaths as you could no longer make a noise.

Your back arched, and Iwaizumi moved down to put your nipple in his mouth once again. You pulled on his hair as one of his hands moved between you both so he could rub your clit.

He hit deeper and deeper, and you were starting to feel your second orgasm of the night.

With each hit came a new feeling of euphoria. You started to clench around him; your nails found his back making sure to mark it as he continued to pleasure you.

Iwaizumi lifted his head from your breast, and he captured your lips in his silencing you as you came; soon after you came, he came as well, slowing his movements but not completely stopping, not until your breathing was restored.

When you both could breathe adequately, Iwaizumi got up and helped you up too. You both stood under the shower and cleaned yourselves up. Iwaizumi turned to help you because you were sore, then he guided you over to your clothes.

You got changed into some clean joggers and a hoodie, and he changed into what he was wearing earlier.

"That was some workout." You said, trying to break the silence.

"Yeah." Iwaizumi chuckled, staring at you. "We could do that instead if you want to." He suggested walking over to you so he could help tie your shoes.

"It's way better than what you had me doing earlier." You laughed as you filled your bag.

"Tell me about it." He said, getting up from tying your shoe. "Do you still need a lift home?" He asked.

"Yes, please." You smiled. He smiled back, placing an arm over your shoulder as you both walked out of the changing room.

Requests are open ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏⊹ ♥︎

[bemylord]

↠ toji with a virgin s/o ↞

pairing: toji fushiguro x fem!reader.

warnings: nsfw, aged up, size kink [?], oral [fem!receiving], virgin reader, first time, lost of virginity, praising, toji calls himself daddy, grammar errors.

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rq: I would like to request a oneshot? a hc would be appreciated too though. Toji with a virgin gf who can’t even make herself cum? Just how he would like to destroy her :)

butler's remark: (◕‿◕) hello lord, i'm back with an oneshot with toji being tremendously tender with his lover for the first time. in addition, reader is a citizen. sorry, i did it soft, bc i think toji will super-extra-super soft for the first time with his s/o, only for the first. i hope you'll like that, thanks for the request ;)

disclaimer: everything you read is purely my opinion - any detail, sketch, or event is a figment of my imagination.

you've been an ordinary citizen and had never planned to date a sorcerer or someone close to this specialty. you ain't cowardly, merely as you were thinking you'll marry a simple man and will have kids with him, and die in one day like lovebirds.

you had never considered yourself being stuck in a relationship with a sorcerer killer.

you were overworked, virtually sleeping as were walking in the empty street, dreaming to get home as soon as possible, to feel the silk sheets against your back. the area where your office was located had little street lighting, although, you hadn't felt the anxiety of being robbed or something worse. the day went lingeringly and horrible due to the boss who declared you as a temporary deputy, piled you up with a stack of papers.

but, this is life, anything might happen. all of a sudden, you overheard something behind you but as you looked back - there was nobody, as soon as you turn your head to the starting position, you saw a young, skinny man who is holding a knife in his hand.

'hmm~ look who's here, a young, gorgeous lady..' he said with his disgusting, lewd voice, coming closer to you. 'would you mind playing with me? don't be shy or els-'

you have a perky personality, no doubt, but because of how hard the day was, you had one option - run for the hills. before you could do any movements as if hit the man or run away, something prompt hit him, like a swift meteorite that you couldn't see. a cloud of dust grew around you and the man, so you hide your face in the elbow curve, covering your mouth with another hand.

as soon as the dust had settled, in front of you opened up on the view of an adult man. he was high, had an athletic, broad-shouldered, pretty impressive figure. your savior held the blade in one hand, flopped on his back.

'he ran away like a coward. don't worry, girl, you saved, thanks to me' he laughed, he stroked himself on the shoulder, as were about to leave the dead body.

'no i'm not! i'd have protected myself on my own'

you refuted his smugness, watching as he slowly moves his torso in your way, flaunting his outlining muscles through the fabric of the black t-shirt. his complacent eyes and the sharp scar over the right side of the mouth on the edge of his lips. you took a deep breath, continuing on your path as he isn't standing there, not hadn't protected you.

'you're too weak to beat even him, if not me, you'd be-'

'i am stronger as i may look'

he giggled, in a flash stood in front of you, bending over to your face, by finger tugs your face up to look at him directly in eyes, smirked.

'are you sure, girl?'

those green, almost emerald, but cold eyes looked directly into yours as two faces were as closed as you could kiss his lips.

'i'll walk you home'

'i don't want to, and anyway, maybe you're his partner in crime, leave me alon-'

previous to you had finished your phrase, he threw your tiny body on his shoulder, leisurely walking, better say, carrying you home. you beat his back, softly reminiscent of a parody of the word 'let me go, moron, i can walk by myself'

'tch, fine, idiot,' he deliberately shrugged his shoulder to close your mouth as heard the name you had given him. 'by the way, what's your name or you prefer the name idiot?' you said sarcastically.

'for you it's toji'

well.

as a result of your crawl and also being talkative when clearly you shouldn't be, you ended up being in a relationship with a man, who'd obviously fuck you on the first date, as it may count as a 'date', anywhere-anytime, by the way.

although you wouldn't ever say he isn't hot or sexy, conversely, you willingly allow him to breed, precisely you'd beg toji to breed you on the straightaway on the cervix, but for one thing.

you're a virgin.

hilariously - it's true. nothing bad to be in your age a virgin, but if you weren't dating toji it'd fine: his dirty jokes and lustful eyes which are maddening you insane, also his fucking athletic body which is outlining through the t-shirt or white cotton shirt [he wear it once] you thought he did it purposely: he knew your secret, undoubtedly could sniff your chaste nature as if you can emit fragrance.

on the second date, it had been nine days since you got acquainted with him, as you moved in with him. toji was exceedingly obsessed with every step of yours - he followed you from the work, in the mall or market, for your security and control every guy who'd be close to you.

although, you couldn't hide your addiction - he's a drug you should be careful with or you might be addicted as if you ain't. he isn't wearing pants in home, walking in front of you solely in underwear. he could walk from the shower in a terry towel wrapped around his torso as he buries his hands in his dark hair mess it up.

'what are you looking at, girl?'

you couldn't take your eyes off his bulging..

'you. just you. i'm gonna cook dinner, something.. special?'

'eggs, baby'

fushiguro put hands above the door frame, exhale and tensed every muscle, narrowing predatory eyes as you were the extraction he was target for. you're laying on his king size bed [lol i'm sorry i'm out], wondering is everything he has gotten measured in king size as he interupted your reflection by putting the knee on the edge of the bed.

'mine. in your pussy'

as if you're bewitched - you couldn't talk, just contemplate as he leisurely moves towards you. you couldn't contravene as he tugs your face to ogle in your absentminded eyes as you're avoiding his gaze, looking at the ceiling or door or even window. not. at. his. bulge.

your heart had stuck in your throat when toji ran his hand under his shirt, certainly, he has a kink of dominion, when he suddenly stopped. despite of your uncertainty and timid of subsequent play, you looked at his emerald eyes as he licks his lips with a tongue.

'are you sure, baby girl? i mean, it's your first time after all'

you quell your forthcoming question staring deeply into lascivious eyes, put hands on his massive shoulders. as you anticipated, his cock twitched as toji letting out a low groan in your ear, kissing your temple. you're absentmindedly running finger pads on his back, not knowing the proximity of bodies that are readiness wanted to intertwine together. not knowing how much it turns him on.

'stop me if i go crazy over your body, okay?'

as if. as if you dare would rip out his tongue off your crotch as he makes you his woman. toji left on your red cheeks quick kisses, took off the towel. you shut your eyes tight, still holding his shoulders barely squeeze them, letting out a hushed moan.

after you quelled your moan, toji touched your lips against his one, running fingers on your lower stomach to the cup of the breast without touching the hard nipple. light movements mixed with his muted groans. his pads deftly touched one areola as you emitted a sharp purr, arching your back a little as a dulcet sign for toji.

you dug your fingers into toji's back, as he put a finger on your hard nipple, holding himself as to grab your tits and clench it in his large hand.

you gasp for the air as if there was a catastrophic shortage of it due to the pressed body of toji. you responded at his deep kiss, wrapping hands around his neck, apparently begging for something more.

he pulled away from the kiss just to take off the shirt he has given you, baring your untouched by no one but him tits, leading palms onto breasts, skipping nipples between the gaps through fingers. he reached down to your lips to give a bit of warning kiss as he slightly bit your lip, kissing all the way down to your collarbone, finally leaving there manifestations of hickeys.

for how long toji has been stopped from leaving on your stunning skin his marks? it seems it has been absolutely not many days but toji, as you may see, clearly has to leave labels on your neck.

he dug his teeth into your neck, frantically wants your area to be dotted by him as a token for everyone meaning: she's taken, dude, don't mess up with her.

for how long toji has been stopped from touching your sensitive area as having been feel warmth and tenderness is emitted from your body?

toji squeezes your nipple imponderable, to make you feel some kind of power over you becoming submitted by toji fushiguro, a sorcerer killer, a man who owned you, spinning the pea between pads, making you let out whimpers.

'you drive me insane, little one,' he approached his face close to the breasts, touched your pea with his tongue cautiously, as not to frighten you away. 'i'm gonna make your pussy drool beneath me, completely own you as my little girl'

you feel yourself gush beneath him, burying hands in his messy hair as your breath has stuck in the throat as toji snuggles his lips on your tits, sucking your hard and probably swollen from teasing. fushiguro has made you became wet in your panties as he's moistening your breast, hearing your precipitous whimpers.

'toj-toji, i don't know-'

'tch, little girl, relax your body and let daddy do the rest'

as he pronounced, he moves down, leaving the trace of wet kisses on your stomach, massaging your hips, stopping his action to look at your red face. your chest heaves heavily every time you feel toji's silky lips on your belly as his finger pads caressing your thighs. as if something weighty is resting on your chest you take deep breathes, breathlessly exhaling.

'spread your legs'

you obediently did what he said, hesitating a bit as the only fabric holding him back to bury his mouth against your pussy, assembling all juices, tasting your cum as if it's his meal. he rested kisses on the fabric of panties, couldn't sate with tender kisses he spreads on your body.

deliberately run tongue on your labia through the thin fabric as you were about to push his hand from your crotch as toji grab you by the hips, pulling you closer. he slackens his teasing actions by kissing your inner thighs. as your cunt was lack of attention from toji, you let out a pliant whimper, approximately woefully have purred.

toji's self-restraint thinning as you're silently begging with your eyes and your hands immeasurably are burying in his dark hair. the tip of his tongue deftly sideline panties, flicked it, as he discovered a divine view on your drooling hole.

'stop me now, because i won't be able to hold back later'

teasufully kissing your labia and area around the place he should be playing with as anticipating for some pliant whimpers of you, deliberately showing you he'll lick that swollen clit, pressing a soft kiss on the skin instead. fushi's shattering your hopes of being eating every time he kissed literally everything and lick everywhere besides your hole and clit. he acts like an inexperienced teenager, notwithstanding, you know that toji'd ruin or demolish your holes like a monster.

't-toji..'

'yes, my little girl' he pressed the tip of his tongue on your clit, hearing those moans he's willing to listen for the rest of his life, then take away as you were about to press his mouth back again, digging his tongue deep inside you, although he obviously couldn't reach to your cervix, barely permeate in your hole.

'you want me to eat your little pussy?'

as if you can't talk, you nodded. scarcely reached up to take off the last thing, leisurely pulling down the panties, staring at you as a predator. toji is standing on his knee on the bed, threw your ankles on his shoulders, smooching ankles watching as to how your cheeks are becoming pinky, as you try not to look at his dick. still, you're a timid one, despite your words.

he reached to your face to give you a voluptuous kiss, returning to the starting position.

'look at your pretty pussy'

he kissed your clit in a flash replace into the tongue, making a circles on swollen and needy spot, decisively giving you what've been begging for. running the tip of the tongue on your virgin hole, leaving it for the dessert, returning to your clit.

you'd swear to god you can see stars in the ceiling as toji squeezing your nipples while moistening you. the proximity of his face in your pussy is driving you insane, for the days of cohabitation you understood he isn't a tender one, vice versa, he'd fuck you whenever his dick gets erect. maybe it's a rush of tenderness, maybe it's the fear of hurting his girl. nevertheless, you not scared to give toji full control of your body and bring you to your first orgasm by ripping the hymen. if that's i may call the way he's licking you, it'd be make-out with your pussy, due to his relentless movements by flicking his tongue on the clit.

'baby,' he pulled away from it, as you squeeze a sheet, making your knuckles become whiten as you spread legs wider, watching his mocking grin appeared on the face. 'i'll be gentle' he pressed his lips on your forehead, taking from the bedside table lubrication to low the friction. although, the thought of his dick ripped the hymen, putting all his tenderness in your first time, make your knees get shaken.

he put a soft kiss on your lips, smearing lubrication on his dick, substitute cock on the entrance. abrupt and penetrating pain wavily covered your body as you feel soft lips covered your mouth, blunting the pain with one hand being dug in your hip, painting illegible traces. another hand he put on your cheek, drawing circles with his thumb, waiting till getting used to the pain.

toji will find lots of red stripes from your nails on his back, smirked, as reminiscing about that special night when he made you his woman. his broad back was made merely for you to leave thousand and thousand fingernail impressions every night. toji had let a low groan as he feels as you move fingertips to the neck, exhaling in his chest.

he entered all his dick inside you feeling as your walls compressing the base, getting used to being full with his thick cock. you're indulging at the new, mind-blowing feeling, give him sheepish kisses as you're scared to be rejected. he moves his palm from the cheek to the ear, running fingers through your tangled but soft to the touch. you nudged your hips up, intermittently letting your breath out.

'tch, if you're not feeling well, i can come-'

'more, toji, more'

without breaking up kiss, he pulled out cock to the tip as pulling it again slowly, stretching your walls, touching with the tip your cervix as his balls touching your ass, groaning in the kiss, softly caress your thigh. you moved your palms to the shoulder, touching the musculature, going down to the biceps wrapping his arm as another hand attempting to draw patterns on the back as if it a canvas for you.

you can feel every vein, curve, and the way his tip is expanding gummy walls, as toji diligently coming in, adjusting inside you then pulling out. you're focusing on how full you're with his cock inside, your clarity gradually getting mushed as the sharp pain turning into a pleasurable and delightful feeling. sating to the new feeling might get addiction, but you're far beyond to accept that, surrendering to your lover as he gets addicted to it. you grasp for his shoulders, as he nudged in you, leaving whimpers from your mouth.

'like that, huh?' he pulled his cock out to contemplate as your facial expression have changed: you furrowed eyebrows as felt your hole being empty without thick toji's cock, practically purring like a march cat. 'beg me for it, baby'

what an insatiable man you've got. he licked his lips, looking down on it. your hymen has left blood, as he glanced at you to see his future wife your reaction.

'i-i toji, it's..'

he hummed, returning to your lips, slowly giving back the missing part.

'you okay?' you nodded as a response; he's perceiving fullness as wants to fill you up, but desperately be tempered himself, blaming he didn't wear a condom to do it. a dozen of half-moons will be littering your hips as toji's digging nails, scrambled your mind with squelches pushes in your hole. 'relax, baby girl, i'm here' he thrusts inside the spongy spot, ripping another moan out of you, voluptuous to his ears. 'baby~ you tease me with those moans of yours'

his cock was aimed at a place inside your vagina, with a slow but deep thrust skillfully reaching your cervix, massaging with the tip of his cock that spot. toji's staring at your pleased, satisfied face as he found that needy place of yours.

holding on to the headboard in the bed as support, clutching the sheet with his other hand like the composure he was rapidly losing with each thrust into your hole, formerly virgin cunt, letting out a heavy sigh, tilting his head back.

wiggling the pelvis backward and forwards as heard beneath his body your whimpers, feeling replenishment on his skin to his previous strips, losing remains self-control as your walls have been clenching his cock, as your body gets shaking as his, preparing the body for the coming ecstasy.

'toji, mh~' you tilted the head back on the pillow, wrapping legs around his pelvis, quelling moans while arching back against his chest. you're milked [? correct if i'm wrong] his cock, shuddering. you felt his lips on your cheeks, as he's covering your wet face in kisses, pulling cock out.

'damn, baby, probably-' he stroke his hard cock a couple of times before releasing his cum onto your belly. fushiguro ran fingers from the hairline, wiping beads of sweat from the hairline through hair. 'are you good?'

as you're still catching your breath you rested on your face a slight smile, closing eyes. he giggled, getting out of bed.

'almost made a baby' it took him a second or two, to lift you up in my arms, leading into the bathroom. 'i'm gonna clean you up, my baby. but you could fall asleep in my arms, you did such a good job by taking my cock' he kissed your forehead, wiping your drops of sweat.

'i love you, toji'

he put you on the washing machine, turning away from you to fill the tub. what went unnoticed was his relaxed smile after your phrase.

'i love you more, little one'

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↳ back to the main master list.

i feel i made lots of mistakes, like, idk. correct me if smth i did wrong.

i remember my promise to do one more work with toji, so lately i'll write hdc + drabble with him.

[phenomenal1500]

~Roommates~

Masterlist

Summary: Kira and Erik have been mixed-gender roommates at the MIT for almost a year now and it seems they both have some bottled up emotions they have to let go off.

Timeline: Before he joined the United States Navy SEALs.

Pairing: Dom!Student!Erik x Kira (OC) Warning: Smut, Oral, Spanking, Daddy kink, Doggy style.

Kira strolled through the wide hallways of her university, thinking about how yet another rough day had finally ended at the MIT. If she was really honest with herself, she would even admit it was always tough and exhausting for her because she understood almost nothing, but she didn't want to be that negative person again. She knew she was just as smart as everyone else in her class, but she could barely keep up with everything because her mind just couldn't focus on the boring classes anymore and that just didn't sit right with her.

She used to love learning new things.

With a sigh, she opened the heavy door to her shared dorm and threw her backpack to the side before her jaw dropped in jealousy.

"How the fuck?! I had a whole day planned in with classes and here you are, sitting on the couch all relaxed- nah." Kira whined at the smirking man ahead of her who was slouching on the sofa with his black sweats on, no shirt, and the golden chain that he never took off hanging around his muscled neck.

"You've ever relax yourself?" He leaned his arm over the backrest so he could watch the woman over his shoulder.

"You can't relax when you're studying all day and night. Why are you suddenly so relaxed?" She crossed her arms as she walked closer to him. "Professor sick?"

"Mhuh." He hummed and closed his eyes. "And I finished everything already." He bragged and lifted his chin up before watching her again.

"Smart ass." She laughed, shoving his arm away so she could lean over the couch to see what he was doing. "Really, you're watching that? Since when do you not play those video games anymore?"

"Since when did you become my mom? Huh? It's a cool movie, aight?" He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes in a defensive manner, but she knew he was playing with her.

"Alright, sure~ Don't have to be so defensive about it, I simply just wondered." She giggled as she jumped over the backrest of the couch to sit beside him. "Come on, turn that Ps4 on. I wanna destroy you in a game of COD." She elbowed him softly to get his eyes off of the screen so either one of them could start the game console.

"Fine, but if I win, I'm allowed to destroy you in my bed." He rubbed his hands together and moved his head closer to hers to whisper into her ear, his voice huskier than before. "Just a quick fuck~...."

"E!" She pushed him away gently. "House rule number one; we're the only mixed-gender dorm so no fucking." She eyed Erik up and down sternly while holding up a finger to sign to him to keep his distance. "And no, because I sometimes shower with the door open doesn't mean that that rule doesn't count anymore."

It was true. She showered with the door open most of the time, but it wasn't to tease him or with any sexual intentions. It simply was to ventilate her damp and hot bathroom.

Their shared dorm was massive. They all were at the MIT to give the students space to study. The moment you'd walk through the large and heavy front door you would enter an open space with a very modern aesthetic, white and gray walls and black curtains decorating the enormous windows. To the right was a gray industrial kitchen with a cooking island that you could also use as a dinner table. The rest of the space was used for a living room with a TV, a huge comfy black sofa and a few more pieces of furniture and decorations that belonged to the students themselves to make it feel more like home. Both the left and right walls had two doors.

On the right was a door next to where the kitchen ended that led to Kira's bathroom, which had no ventilation, and next to that door was the door to her bedroom.

On the left was the exact same thing, but Erik's bedroom and bathroom door were a bit closer to the front door and his bathroom did have ventilation.

"Kinda does, Kira."

"You watch me? Thought you were too busy with those other girls you always bring home." It wasn't that she cared about it at all, they were just close friends and they both could do what they had the urge for, but it surprised her he paid attention to her in such a manner. She didn't want to show him she was very surprised though and in the meantime laid her hands on the black PS4 controller and disturbed his crime movie to turn on the PS4 itself.

"Why do you think those chicks are always coming over? To distract me from ya fine ass."

"It's that bad? I could also close the door next time." She shoved him to the side so she could sit in front of the screen as she chuckled softly, starting up COD.

"Who said it's just the showers, ma?" Kira knew Erik was raising one of his eyebrows in a cocky manner, but kept her eyes fixed on the screen as it loaded. After the home screen popped up and she could start a game, she pushed the second controller in his hands and still tried to avoid eye contact with him. "You ain't gonna talk to me anymore now?"

"I watched you once." She shrugged and glared up at him for a second. "It was by accident and just a brief moment."

"When?" He seemed very interested, particularly in what she saw.

"That dark haired girl from last week that left you alone because of an important phone call.... you decided to jerk off with your room door still ajar." The woman laughed a little to make it less uncomfortable for the both of them and he laughed with her. The two were never shy when it came down to joking or talking about sex, but never in such a personal way or about each other. "I spotted you jerking when I wanted to get some food at night."

"You liked it? Liked watching me?" He licked his full lips as he stared at the girl while she killed his ass a few times without him noticing it.

"You're hot, but that's a fact we all knew was true." She pointed at his muscular body before returning to play the game. "You know that's not why we're friends though.... right E? You know that right?"

"Yeah, yeah, you're friends with me for me and not the fuck boy side in me and the hot body." He mocked her a bit and threw his white controller onto the soft carpet as the screen showed she indeed won from him this time. "You fucking distractor!"

"Told you I would fucking destroy you! I've always been better than you in this game." She jumped up and cheered in victory, but was until she was yanked into Erik's lap, forced to straddle it.

The controller fell out of her hand as she was stunned and he glared up at the woman.

Surely she had been in his lap before, especially if the two watched a movie or played a calm video game and she decided to lay her head there, but this felt completely different, less like friends.

She bit her lip and rested her forearms on his shoulders.

"How late is it?" She questioned him quickly so he couldn't make another move with his nasty comments that had been going on since she came home.

"6:30."

"Fuck, I thought I could dodge this awkward situation with sleeping." She sighed before climbing off of him. "Guess not.... what do you want to order for food?"

"Nothing, rather want you on my face right now-...."

"Seriously?! Pizza?" Kira tried again. "Fuck it, I'm going to choose because you can't act normal. Pizza it is."

~~~

After the two ate dinner together, she kissed his jaw to say goodnight and disappeared in her bathroom to make herself ready to go to bed like always.

She had taken a fresh shower and wrapped her wet body in a clean white towel as she walked to her bedroom, jumping on her bed and arguing wether she'd fuck herself before she went to sleep or not.

Erik was exactly on the same mission, though he had already decided what to do.

It took a while before she groaned in frustration, defeated by her choice of not doing it herself and she put her long black robe on before knocking on Erik's door. If she was going to ask for his help, she was going to do it in style. "E? You in there alone?" The woman asked softly and Erik took his time covering himself up before laying back down. He couldn't really care if she saw him or not. "You're okay with me coming in?"

"Yeah, I'm good with that, baby girl." She rolled her eyes playfully at the nickname and carefully opened his door.

"I couldn't sleep so.... I thought why not join you~...." She lied and stared at her feet for a moment before looking back up at him. She couldn't really see him properly because of the lack of light in his room, but she could make out from his silhouette that he had already made a place for her next to him.

"Stop the lying and get your ass in this bed already, Kira." He commanded and she obeyed instantly, closing the door behind her and releasing her body from her black see through robe as Erik immediately turned on a small black lamp that was standing on his white nightstand. He eyed her up and down lustfully and offered her his strong hand as he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her onto the bed with him. His lips instantly connected with hers when she came close and he bit her lower lip before sliding his tongue inside her mouth.

He wanted to taste all of her tonight.

This was what he had been craving for all those months.... he wanted to see that pretty pink pussy cream itself for him and only for him.

Still in a deep kiss, Erik forced her flat on her back as he dragged her to the edge of the bed. He then finally broke the kiss and hooked her legs over his shoulders while he got on his knees so he would get full access and control over her body. She was at his mercy tonight and nothing was going to change that. He could hear the woman gasp at his action and see her chest going up and down heavily as he spread her already dripping and swollen lips with his fingers, licking her moist and warm folds open.

"Fuck~ E." Kira couldn't suppress her moan and bit her plump bottom lip hard as his mouth closed around her clit, sucking and nibbling it gently.

Her just manicured nails dug into the white and black sheets when his tongue thrusted in and out of her slowly and licked her dripping juices up in the meantime. "Mmhhppp, baby~ oh my god. Eat my pussy just like that." She whined and her body shivered when Erik pressed his thumb against her hardened and throbbing clit and he let his husky growls vibrate over her core.

Oh, this man was already driving her body crazy.

After a few more thrusts with his devilish tongue, she arched her back from the bed and grabbed a hold of his dreads as she came in his mouth.

"That's it. Rain down on me, baby girl~...." He groaned deeply as he licked her clean, loving the sight of his spit and her cum mixing and dripping down her thighs.

"Now, turn around for Daddy." He ordered and let go of her legs. "I want to see that phat pussy from behind, girl."

Kira, still panting, obeyed immediately and turned around to position herself on all fours, a whine escaping her lips because of the cold air that hit her wet pussy. He made sure to warm it up again though and cupped her pussy, rubbing it slowly with the palm of his hand while spreading her legs as well. The woman could already feel his evil smirk glide over her back before a hard sound of ass cheeks clapping filled the room and it released a quick and short moan from down her throat.

That smack had most definitely created a handprint on her pretty ass.

Kira teasingly wiggled her ass in front of his eyes to trigger another one and he did it again, even harder this time. "Mmm~ daddy."

"My nasty slut likes that? Huh?" Erik pushed her down into the mattress with an arched back so she was forced to lay with her face into the pillows, her ass up and spread open.

"Yes." She answered shortly as she felt his hard and big cock resting in between her soaked pussy lips and her heartbeat sped up while his cock rubbed between her slick folds, her knees growing weak.

"You want this, don't you?" He smacked her ass again. "Beg for this big cock, baby."

"Please, daddy, please give it to me. I need your cock inside of me." She moaned it all on purpose and pushed her ass into him some more which stole a groan out of him.

"You're such a good girl for me." With that said he harshly pushed inside, going as far into her that she swore she could feel him in her stomach right away.

"God~ you're huge." She whimpered as felt herself being stretched out by him and she let her face fall forward into his pillow again.

"Fuck." Erik groaned at her tightening around him and it increased the friction between his cock and her sensitive spot as he thrusted into her deeply. Her breath hitched and his hand went around and under her body to mould those clapping breasts as he fucked her good and fast.

The way he slightly bend over her back made his expensive cologne scent and the hot sex scent emerge and fill her nostrils and she closed her eyes in enjoyment.

God.... how horribly much she loved those smells combined.

It didn't take long after that before her body pushed back into him in response, her thrusts meeting his in a perfect rhythm.

Kira was a moaning mess; her hair wildly hovering over her sweaty face, marks created by his fingers and teeth that covered her soft skin and words not being able to form by her throat because of the satisfaction that filled her whole body. She wanted him, no, needed him and that feeling of her arousal that was burning inside her lower stomach couldn't take it much longer. She forgot to breathe as he grabbed her hips violently and pushed his fingers into her skin while he guided her. The woman then tried to muster as much strength as she could to push her shaking body up so that she was on all fours again and she grabbed the man's muscular arm holding her hip with one hand for stability.

"Fuck~ N'jadaka. I'm gonna cum!"

"Go ahead, baby, clench ya tight ass pussy around this dick." She came loudly as his dirty talk reached her ears and he followed closely with his orgasm, coming deep inside her. Erik swore she was sucking his whole soul out of him as her tight walls milked him and his cum painted her insides deeply. "Damn, ma~ Can't let you go now, can I? You're mine." He smiled at Kira who had moved her head to the side to smile back, his sweet smile revealing his dimples before he pulled out. Her pussy automatically clenched before his eyes again as his cum dripped out of her and he would have dived into her deep and warm waters one more time if he hadn't restrained himself and laid beside her instead. The sight of her sweating body, leaking and stretched pussy and shaking body simply made him so wild. "God, that's a sight I'd love to see some more, Kira."

"You will." Those words were all the exhausted woman could get out of her mouth while she snuggled into his side, falling asleep in his protective and strong arms afterwards.

[yoonpobs]

we don't talk together | myg

pairing: min yoongi x oc

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, growth! exes that remain exes

words: 2, 842

summary: it's hard to say it's over

What they don't tell you about goodbyes is that it isn't the end.

It's far from the closing of a book. Goodbyes are the itch that urges you to pick up an old book from the shelf just to feel what you first felt when you re-read certain parts of a book; the same remorse you felt when a character you grew attached to didn't get the ending they deserved. Or, maybe it was the villain that was misunderstood—your own heart wishing to reach out to the sad soul that couldn't even be recognised when all they do is speak.

But some books will end up dusty, forgotten, tucked away in the corner of your shelf; or in the most drastic of cases: lost.

"The park looks ... different," Yoongi speaks up for a lack of a better conversation starter.

You hum. What would you say? That it wasn't the same from when we used to spend our Spring's blended into Summer's until it got too hot for us to lay in each other's embrace?

It was still too fresh even though it's been nearly a year.

"There are more dogs," You point out the moment a tan pomeranian runs past the two of you, the owner an old couple laughing away under the cherry blossoms.

He nods, fingers stuffed in his trench coat. You note that it's the same one he wore on your anniversary, plans abandoned when there was a mix-up with the reservations until the two of you stumbled across a hidden gem that soon became your go-to date place.

You will yourself to look away so no more memories can resurface. It seems like every part of your life has somehow seamlessly intertwined itself with traces of Yoongi that it was impossible for you to exist as just yourself.

"How are things at the firm?" He asks after the two of you walked side-by-side in complete silence as more and more chatter fill your ears.

"It's ... going," You chuckle dryly.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow at you, shooting you a brief glance over until the two of you reach a bench. You dare say it's muscle memory that dragged your heavy feet into the direction of the only bench that you've known in the park. The compressed reminder of the initials of your names that you carved as teenagers likely still staining the years old wood. It was meant to be an emblem for wisdom, the ring of growth that meant to be the endgame for the two of you.

You almost laugh in bitterness and how literal the metaphor was.

"Everything okay?"

Yoongi takes the first step to sit on the bench because he always did. Ever the gentlemen when he opened doors for you, let you into the car first, waited until you stepped ahead of him to trail behind like a shield.

The first date, first kiss, first confession.

The first one to decide that it was over.

"My boss is just being sexist, as usual. I thought I'd get used to it after spending two years there but ... there are some things that you just stay unfamiliar, you know?"

It was very like you to speak in double-entendres without intending to. But it was also like Yoongi to pick up on it, especially after years of learning all the best and worst parts of you; he was and probably will be one of the few people in your lives that will always foresee your next move.

The two of you sit a fair distance apart on the bench even if it was a battle for space anyway. You didn't have the liberty to lean into his embrace anymore and he wasn't in the position to say that it was okay for you to breathe, to relax.

"You shouldn't get used to those remarks. There are times where you learn to grow used to constructive criticism but if what he's saying makes you question your worth because of very arbitrary reasons like your gender then that isn't criticism, nor is it constructive. It's bigoted and chauvinistic."

You look down to your thumbs as you fiddle with it, his words comforting you. It was woeful that you still chased validation from him even after learning to be that person to yourself.

"Yeah, I guess."

Then how did you get used to things?

If time didn't make things familiar then what did? Was it not the five years with Yoongi that led you to see him build an empire for himself all the while destroying the relationship that you had? Or was it because he was the person that you thought of doing the most minuscule things?

"By the way," He clears his throat, eyes still set forward, "Namjoon says hi."

You raise an eyebrow, surprised to hear the name of a mutual friend—or more appropriately, friend by association and acquaintance when that link was broken.

"He knows that you're with me?"

Yoongi nods his head.

"I needed to let someone at the studio know and ... well, he's the only one that knew of our situation."

You chuckle bitterly.

Of course. The suggestion of his work only made your heart drop because as much as you wanted to be supportive of him, even after the break-up, the name of his studio or songs only reminded you of the battle that you helplessly lost.

"You can tell him that I'm still a text or phone call away. No need to play messenger," You return.

The atmosphere is more reflective than awkward. You know that the two of you had your pieces to say, your own narrative to tell but neither brave enough to break the calm that you were settled in. It was a nice difference from the way that things ended, and you supposed that you were similar enough to believe in a mirage than the inevitable truth.

But you didn't call him out after six months to sit in silence to walk away with your heart feeling heavier, nor did you invite him out just to remember what it feels like to have him next to you—even in complete silence.

"Would you have really quit?"

This time, you gather all the bravery that you've built over the past few months to ask the question that has been mulling in your mind since the night you decided that it was officially over.

It was a painful break-up. Even if you expected it when Yoongi came home earlier one night with bags under his eyes and his keys that he usually left at the studio because he knew you'd always be home to open the door for him.

"I'm sorry?" He seems taken aback.

You don't blame him. You've always been more passive in dealing with confrontation due to your conflict-averse nature—but that didn't mean you didn't get angry or annoyed—or hurt. But if you learned anything, it was to stop asking yourself questions that you'll never have the answer to.

"Would you really have left the company to save our relationship?"

You chose your words carefully. Instead of saying to be with you, knowing that he lost the love, he had for you somewhere along the way—you point out the one hole that he held on to for the sake of stability. The one thing that was constant in his life with how unpredictable the music industry was.

"Yes."

Somehow, the answer doesn't make you feel better because even with time apart you knew he was lying to save your face.

"You don't owe me anything to lie to my face, Yoongi." You frown.

Yoongi sighs, rubbing his hands across his face as he leaves your statement hanging in the air to mull over his answer.

You prefer the silence that way. It showed that he was at least listening, or cared enough to decide his next set of words. Nothing like how much it pained you to acknowledge the responses you got from him when you were crying were just out of obligation than sincerity.

"No, I wouldn't have."

You nod your head, expectant of the answer but you needed to hear him say it himself rather than drowning yourself in ruminating thoughts of how there was still a semblance of hope that he would've given it up for you, for your relationship—or the life that you were meant to build.

"I wouldn't have asked you to, anyway." You confess.

Yoongi turns his head to look at you and for the first time since you've met at the park, he notices the absence of a necklace around your neck. The necklace that you never took off. He wants to comment on it, ask where it went or if you've pawned it off out of pettiness but he held no remorse towards you. You were tolerant with the break-up even as you sucked in your tears when he knew that it killed you on the inside. Yoongi didn't have the heart in him to ask you.

"Oh."

"You were the one that said you'd quit so we could stay together," You say softly.

Yoongi doesn't respond as he looks back to the night where the two of you sat down to talk about the standing of your relationship. It was a rollercoaster of emotions that started off with an amicable discussion that eventually led to the two of you yelling until you surrendered to your tears and just left the battle completely.

He said a lot of things that night. From things that he's been bottling up for months, to things that he's always wanted to tell you and things that he didn't remotely mean, and things that he's regretted the moment it left his lips.

"I guess I did."

You sigh, leaning back into the bench as you observe a couple walking in front of you, passing your bench as they share an ice cream on a cone; bickering on who'd get the first lick. To anyone, you and Yoongi would've looked just like a couple that has reached a comfortable point in your relationship where intimacy was just sitting next to one another.

But you admit, there was something oddly intimate and heart-breaking about sitting next to someone you've loved with your whole heart and feel nothing but ... weightlessness. Like the burden of your concerns was lifted ever so slightly just being here.

"I wouldn't have made you choose between your relationship or your dream, Yoongi. I would never have done that to you."

Yoongi knew you would never have made him do something as abhorrent as that. You were far too understanding. But you had wanted from him too, that he wasn't willing to provide just yet. He didn't know if it was because of the expiration date to your relationship or because of the stress he was under at work—but he convinced himself that it was you that was asking for too much instead of him compromising too little.

"I ... I know," He whispers, "I'm sorry."

You purse your lips. You try not to let your emotions appear on your sleeve. You were tired of allowing your face to speak before you did. You needed to use the voice you had.

"I loved you so much, Yoongi," You murmur, "I loved you so much that I would have taken anything I could've gotten with you just so I could be with you."

Yoongi stays silent at this.

"I didn't mind if you spent more time at work than at our home. I just wanted to know if I was ever in the picture when you were talking about the future. I know how much you love music and I supported you through every audition and failure ... and to know that I was just—" You swallow, the words still painful to say. But you needed to make your peace with it, "—that I was just someone that would wait for you instead of your partner. That's when I knew that you didn't love me the way I loved you."

Yoongi chokes to speak up but you shake your head.

"No, Yoongi. You loved me, you did. But somewhere along the way you stopped and you just pretended that we were okay even when I was trying my best to fix the seams. I wasn't your girlfriend anymore, I was just someone familiar to you and I didn't deserve to feel that way." You tell him sternly.

Yoongi surrenders to his silence as you take a deep breath to continue.

"Maybe I loved you too much in a way that you couldn't understand."

"_______, don't say that—" His eyes widen when he tries to reach a hand to yours to comfort you, but your body language remains stoic as you keep your hands in your lap.

"—and that's okay Yoongi. I loved you but not in the way you needed. I'm not here to make you feel bad about what I chose to do on my own because it wasn't my fault that I couldn't be what you need." You say sadly, but a small smile on your face as you finally say the words that have been eating at you for months.

"... okay," Yoongi accepts.

"We all have different ways to love and be loved. I loved you and that was enough for you at one point but love isn't all a relationship needs. You loved me too, in your own way and I accepted that but just because it was enough for me doesn't mean it was enough for us." You glance over at him to see him staring at you intently.

"I'm sorry that things turned out this way," Yoongi says softly, eyes gentle.

You wave him off.

"I don't think I'll ever love someone as much as I loved you, though," He confesses, eyes returning to the scene in front of him filled with different colours of life that seemed to look vibrant under the Spring sunset.

You shake your head and chuckle softly.

"You say that now but you'll meet someone one day and you'll remember all the reasons why you love in the first place. And it'll be enough for you, and them."

He shrugs, a small smile itching on his face.

"I really did love you," He says, "But I'm sorry for not being honest with you. I owe you that much of an apology."

"We're not here to forgive or forget, Yoongi," You look at him kindly, "We're here to move on."

He purses his lips and hums, nodding his head.

"I hope you get that promotion at work you were talking about months ago, ______." Yoongi offers, a gentle grin marring his face.

"I did," You shrug.

It feels liberating to have achieved something and only feeling content by acknowledging it yourself. Months ago, you would've hurt at the fact that Yoongi didn't know. But the change you welcomed after the end only showed you that there was a new path for you to walk on.

His eyes widen, but eventually, he chuckles and shakes his head, muttering something under his breath that sounded a lot like knew it.

You push yourself off the bench, dusting your hands on your pants as you offer him one last smile before you say goodbye for the second time.

"I hope you find someone who you'll love more than you ever did with me." You tease.

He rolls his eyes.

"Impossible," The grin on his face is easy, and your heart still clenches at the nonchalance, but you don't expect the feeling to go away so easily—nor do you mind. It just shows that you needed to wait and that you were willing to do it.

"Of course you will. You're a musician, Yoongi. You need a muse," You smirk at him as you turn around, a small wave on your hand to say goodbye.

As you walk away and his body gets smaller and smaller from your vision, you turn around to say:

"We don't talk together is a beautiful song."

Yoongi's smile is genuine, and so is his goodbye. A gentle acknowledgment of his hand as he stands up himself, walking to the other direction of where you were headed.

You still had a love for Yoongi, and you suppose you always will. Just like how you would feel pleasant when rediscovering a childhood hobby that triggers a fond memory, or how you love different things in your life in different ways. Whether or not you love someone more than you've ever loved Yoongi isn't your concern, because when love comes in one form, it goes in another.

When you still take the same route you'd usually take with Yoongi after your walks back home, you pass the cafe you used to frequent to see that it's replaced with a new bar. You smile fondly to yourself, shaking your head.

You loved that place.

But eventually, you'll find another cafe with a beautiful interior and a latte to match, and you'll love it too.

[liibrii]

Chapter 2: Tattered 

Ojiro Aran x fem!reader

Series Masterpost || Ch. 1

wc: 3.2k

warnings: swearing, internalised guilt and shame, intrusive thoughts, self doubt, depression.

a/n: I don’t really have anything to say other than I’m enjoying writing for Aran so much. if you wanna be tagged in future chapters lemme know, and as always feedback is greatly appreciated! 

Aran knows people don't always mean what they say.  Even he had done it before and it destroyed a few of his relationships. Knowing that doesn't make your words hurt any less.

He tries to convince himself you didn't really mean it, still a part of him wonders if that's how you really feel. How you've always felt. For all those years he was assured of your friendship and now you've pulled the rug from under his feet. None of your words align with the image in his head. Perhaps you've never been the person he remembers. The you in his mind is just that, a memory, a perfect picture he created from bits and pieces he chose. Has he truly always seen only what he wanted to see?

Thoughts of you run through his mind as he stands on the back line. One more serve before he wraps up. Bam.

To always see good in people is what he was thought growing up and what he still tries to do to this day, even if years had thought him people aren't only their good sides. He always thought of you only at your best and failed to even get to know you properly. What kind of friend does that? You're in pain and he can't help because he has no idea where the wounds are. He has no idea where to look for them because he refused to see. 

Perhaps he is a terrible friend after all.

Bam. The ball gets caught in the net and falls. Aran watches it roll away before picking up another. He breathes deeply. It's all about focus, he reminds himself, even when his mind wants to slip he has to remain focused.

All of his teammates have left already. Home, to their partners, their families. What will he return home to? An empty apartment with take-out he'll eat on the couch. Alone. Maybe he should get a pet. But when will he have time to care for it?

Bam.

He should call home. Check on his friends. Maybe if he had checked on you more often then-

Bam.

What use is pondering over what could've been? With each serve his palm aches more, his muscles already sore from practice but he doesn't want to stop yet. One more.

“There's a difference between training hard and overdoing it, you know?“

Perhaps life is just memories of days long gone sipping into present.

When he turns to face you uneasiness rises in him. Any other time he'd be elated to see you. Now even words to greet you with escape him. You come closer, shoes softly squeaking on the gym's floor. “Doorman let me in. After a little bit of convincing.“

“Really?“

“No, I slipped past while his back was turned. How long are you planning on staying? I saw all of your teammates leave already.“

Aran turns the ball in his hands. It's becoming slippery from all the sweat. He can't bring himself to look you in the eyes. “My serves are gettin' sloppy. I need more practice.“

Bam.

You stay where you are, watching and fiddling with the strap of your bag, until you can't bear the silence anymore and speak up. “Aran, I actually wanted to talk to you. About you know... what I said.“

“T's okay. I know ya didn't mean it.“

“I did.“ Your voice eerily echoes in the otherwise empty gym. “As shitty as it is, it's how I felt.“ You're eyes stay fixed on the floor. “I'm sorry.“

Aran catches the ball he just threw in the air for another jump serve. When he looks over at you you're still intently focused on your shoelaces, gripping the strap of the bag so tight your knuckles turned white. Why are you beating yourself up so much? If you feel something, you feel it. What reason for it do you need to have? Knowing how you felt hurts, that much he can't deny. And yet he can't hold it against you.

He puts the ball on the top of your head, just like boys used to do back in high school to annoy you. “If ya really insist on apologisin' then I guess I have no other choice but to forgive ya.”

As his words sink in you shyly glance at him. “You sure?“

“'Course I am,“ smiles Aran, balancing the ball so it doesn't roll from the top of your head.

“You're not angry? At me?“

He takes the ball and starts throwing it from one hand to another. “Not really. Very surprised. A little hurt.“

“I'm sorry-“

“Yeah, yeah, I know,“ he cuts you off. “Set for me and we'll call it even.”

“Aran, my sets are in no way near the level you're used to.“

“So?“ he asks already walking over to fetch the ball cart. “Ya still remember where to stand, right?“ he teases, cackling softly when you roll your eyes and take off your bag and jacket, all while trying to hide a smile creeping on your lips.

It takes a few tries for you to remember how to make an overhand set. Aran's filled with giddy warmth when you manage to send the ball in the right position for him to spike it over the net. Perhaps all those lessons with Atsumu years ago didn't go to waste after all. Your little victory jump makes him burst into laughter and he rewards you with a high five.

It really is an echo of history.

Your skills are rusty, something that makes you apologise profusely every time you mess up, even after he reassures you he doesn't mind, and ruffles your hair.

With each set you relax more, till every smile and laugh seem sincere. Only now Aran realises how he missed this carefree side of you. Time always flies too fast when you're around and soon enough, out of breath and wiping the drops of sweat from your forehead, you call an end of this individual practice.

He hurries with showering and changing into fresh clothes, not wanting to leave you waiting for too long, especially since you have morning lessons tomorrow. He buys you a drink from the vending machine. It's not much, but staying hydrated is important, he tells you when you tease him about it.

“You know, that brought back a lot of memories,“ you say while walking to the train station, then poke his shoulder. “Thanks.“ The smile dancing over your lips makes his cheeks warm up. You glance over to the sky hiding behind a golden halo that city lights cast over the rooftops. “Do you ever miss Hyogo?“

“Sometimes.“

“I miss the stars.“ You kick a small stone from your path. “You've become quite a star too you know. With all the fans and attention I really wonder, do you get lonely?”

Your question catches him off guard. “I'm too busy to get lonely,“ he lies.

“I get lonely sometimes,“ your eyes still search for a glimmer of a distant star. “And tired. Some days I just want to sleep all day. Do you ever get the urge to do that? Skip practice and stay in bed?“

“No. If I skipped practice how will I become better?”

You purse your lips and nod. “That's why you're a professional athlete and I'm just trying to figure out why I have to separate blue and red laundry.“

“Those are two very different things.“

“Both are just some pieces of cloth. Why do I have to separate them? If they got problems with each other they should grow up and talk it out.” 

That’s not what he meant, but your slight annoyance over technicalities of doing laundry still makes him laugh.

In the coming days Aran checks his phone every chance he gets, just to see if you already wrote back. No matter what you talk about he wants to hear it; be it about your day or the delivery man being late with your order. His teammates notice and tease him about it yet he denies you're anything more than just a friend, and they exchange knowing looks when his back is turned. Even if his entire body heats up at the sole mention of your name Aran isn't ready to admit to himself, let alone others, he wants you to be more.

Not when he isn't sure if his feelings for you are being muddled by his memories.

That Tuesday you grab a dinner together that turns into a late night walk through the streets. It's not a date, Aran keeps reminding himself. It's just two friends hanging out as you've done a thousand times before. So why is his heart threatening to thump it's way out of his chest?

After that night weekly hanging out with you becomes a regular occurrence. Sometimes you go out to eat, sometimes you drag him along when you go shopping, saying he has a good eye for colour combinations. It has nothing to do with the fact he buys you ice cream every time. Some days you come to his place to play video games or watch movies. Seeing his favourite series making you laugh warms his heart.

As you become more comfortable around him your facade slowly, bit by bit, starts to crumble. He's scared to see what lies beneath yet at the same time he wishes it would break already. He can't help you if he doesn't know, can he?

Whatever is troubling you he wishes you'd trust him enough to confide in him. In the back of his mind lingers the question he's too scared too ask.

Does Kita know what's on your mind? Do you still talk to him?

You used to be close to the team. The one they relied on. The one who so lovingly tapped their fingers before each game. Do they know your eyes are puffy? Do they know every sleepless night that goes by makes the dark circles under your eyes harder to hide? Do they know his heart breaks every time he sees the tremble of your lips when you force a smile?

No matter how bad he wants to hold you, tell you it's going to be okay, the mere thought of reaching out paralyses him.

What if you don't want his help?

If you did, you would've asked already, right? Not even practice can stop him from thinking about you. His disappointment grows a little when he sees no new messages. Perhaps you don't want to talk to him after all.

He's just leaving the gym when his phone lights up and seeing it's your name makes his heart flutter. He eagerly picks up. “Hi!“

“H-hey.“ Already in the first word the strain in your voice is apparent. “Um, am I interrupting you?“

“No, of course not. I just finished with practice. What's up?“

“I-“ He hears you take a deep breath. “Um, I don't, I don't feel so good...“ Your next words are almost a whisper. “Could I come over?“

“'Course ya can come over. I'll be home in about an hour.“

By the time he arrives you're already there, standing by the entrance nervously stepping from one leg to another. You give a shy wave when he approaches. He noticed you've been acting weirdly sheepish around him and he's not used to it. You're friends. What's making you so nervous?

You trail behind him, hands tucked deep in your pockets. You don't even pull them out when taking your shoes off.

“Tea?“ he offers when you make your way towards the sofa.

“Sure,“ you nod, sitting and tightly hugging a pillow. “Sorry about that,“ you say when he joins you with two cups of tea, “I just... bad day, you know? Didn't want to be alone.“

With a smile he assures you it's no problem. You're welcome to come by whenever you want.

You tell him about college, about work. “Boss is a shit bag,“ you complain. The working hours make you late for your lessons and even professors are getting fed up with you always being late. Not to mention your classmates aren't keen on lending you notes to copy.

It's all too much, you say, work, college, the pressure of everyone's expectations. Your fellow students give you funny looks sometimes, you tell him. It's only a few years but you're still older than them, at the age where your parents are asking when you are going to settle down. Have children. Get a stable job. Well how could you when you haven't even gotten your degree yet? It all makes you feel like a failure.

And yet something tells Aran that's not why you're here. Maybe it's the nervous fumbling with the hem of your clothes. Maybe it's because you don't look at him at all. A silence falls on you as you sip your tea. Aran considers asking out right but you gather the courage before he does.

“Shin called.“  

“Ah.“ That's all he manages to say.

“He's doing good, in case you're wondering. He asked if we have any plans on visiting any time soon.“ Your eyes skim over his face. “That would be nice, don't you think?“

Aran forces a smile. “Sounds great.“ Once again your words threaten to shake the ground he stands on. All he hears is 'seeing Shin would be nice'. His grip on the cup tightens and he puts it away before he'd crack it.

“Do ya miss him?“ he asks, words coming out more choked up than he intended. He clears his throat when he leans back on the couch's backrest.

You think over his question. “I miss my best friend.“

He asks. Even if he doesn't want to know the answer, he asks. “Will you get back with him?“

“No.“ Your answer is quiet, but firm. You readjust yourself to lean on the backrest, facing him, the pillow still tightly squeezed in your grip. “Shin is a great guy just... not the right for me. Wasn't easy to accept but that's how it is.“ You fumble with the thread sticking out from the stitch. “I wasn't good for him, you know?“ you quietly continue. “He protected me since we were kids but at some point it all just... fizzled I guess. I was so used of always being by his side the thought of living without him terrified me. He was that stability I craved. For a long time I believed he would give me a goal in life, or something similar.“ You chuckle. “Try getting through seventeen-year-old-me's head that's not how relationships work. I knew we wouldn't work out. But I stayed because I was selfish and stupid... and scared. I think he knew. And it started to take a toll on him. So I left before he'd break.“ Tears start forming in your eyes. “Shin could never understand why I'm so sad without a reason... Maybe if I left sooner... well, it doesn't matter now.“

“Ya can still go back,“ hearing his own words shatters Aran's heart, “once ya feel better.“

The brief laugh you give almost sounds like a sob. “Can I?“ You forcefully wipe the tears away. “Even if I could it wouldn't be the same as I remember now. It's hard to explain but somehow, what’s in your memories is always better than reality. Know what I mean?“

He knows. Memory is the thief of future.

The lump in his throat grows larger, heavier as he watches you try to hide tears starting to run down your cheeks. He's lost, not knowing what else to do but to pull you closer, tucking your head under his chin. He hugs you and softly caresses your back. “It's alright,“ he whispers when you apologise through sobs and tears. He keeps repeating, it's alright. What else could he possibly say?

You relax in his arms and your sobs slowly turn to muffled sniffles. Aran only wishes you feel safe in his arms, your head leaning on his shoulder, your arms shyly wrapping around his middle. It's not the most comfortable position but he's to scared to readjust. He hears your hitched breathing sync with his own as he runs his hands up and down your back and, exhausted from your crying, you're soon fast asleep.

Perhaps for the first time in his life Aran's starting to really understand you. It pains him, knowing your struggles. You, who were always so full of light, you who were the pillar, tall and unyielding, one he could always lean onto. How memories managed to muddle his perception of you so much is beyond him. The only thing he can do is promise himself to never let them deceive him again. After all, who needs memories?

He messages you more frequently. Not too frequently, he doesn't want to appear nosy or pushy. Just often enough to let you know he's there for you if you need him.

You've been busier with college lately, so weekly hang outs turn to late night phone calls. Hearing your voice feels like a refreshing cool breeze on these hot summer nights.

He collapses in his bed, only half listening to your rambling on about one of the professors. He didn't catch her name.

“Aran? You still there?“

“Yeah, I'm still here. T's been a long day, t's all.“

He hears you hum and he can imagine the way you lean your head to the side. “Coach in a bad mood?“

“Not really. I'm just not feelin' my best. Couldn't sync with Aritsura's sets. But ya know, more practice 's all we need. How was your day?“ he asks, forgetting you just told him a few minutes ago.

“It was alright,“ you say instead of repeating what you already told him. “Actually, I wanted to apologise. About last time. I shouldn't have dumped all my problems on you.“

“How many times do I need to repeat it's okay. I'm here for ya.“

“Still. I'm sorry. It was a lot. I... I don't want to be a burden.“

His brows furrow. How many times does he have to repeat it? Why don't you get it? “Yer not.“ Your low chuckle makes him irritated . “I mean it. If ya ever need to talk just say, alright?“

“Yeah, yeah I will... Thank you. It's just that... I don't want to ruin this friendship too. That's all. Tell me when I become too much. Please.“

What are you talking about? “Whatever is on yer mind I promise I can handle it.“

“Can you? So you not being able to play your best has nothing to do with me dumping all my problems on you?“

Something in the way you say those words pushes the wrong button. He's only trying to be here for you, why can't you see that? “I don't care enough to let it impact me.“ Fuck. Even before the final word leaves his mouth he knows it came out wrong. “I'm sorry, fuck, y/n, I didn't mean it like that-“

“It's okay,“ you interrupt. “You're right.“

“I'm-“

“Get some sleep Aran. You have practice tomorrow. G' night.“ You end the call before he gets the chance to say goodbye.

Fuck.

Ch. 3: In the light, your name

Tags: @rosecaffelatte, @aonenthusiast

[taechaos]

Idea series oc sneaking Tae in the house after he had big fight with his father about something (your choice if it's smutty or fluff or angsty) with a peek of a vurberable Tae? Honestly i think he would change the topic as soon as he started it and prob with sex.

Anyway I'm really interest in their family dynamic since I remember don't know if it was in part one or two that you mention they have really religious parents? And seeing how harsh their dad is with Taehyung it have me wondering how is his relationship with the mother and ocs with both parents, despite everything the seem really distant from their kids, maybe thats why Tae and YN find comfort in each other. OC is the first real bond Tae made with someone so maybe that's the reason of his fear of being replaced and his obsession with her, and ocs mother probably don't pay that much attention to her so that's why even after the incident she still want him to be there. At this point I'm just rambling I'm sorry. And this ask is all over the place, started with a request and ended questioning characters life 💀💀. Sorry hehe.

when i read this yesterday i was literally blown away by this like hOLY shit your analysis is so in-depth at first i was like damn do my characters have more than oNE DIMENSION?? WHICH IS RLY FLATTERING BUT I THINK ITS JUST UR WORDS THAT MADE ME SOUND SMART 💀💀💀 the ending is chef's kiss tho made me bust a lung SHFJJD thank you so much for taking the time to write this its honestly so fucking amazing. hopefully u can see more of their family dynamic in this drabble :)

Rays of sunlight slither through the cracks in the blinds of the living room, allowing Taehyung's father enough light to scan the newspaper he holds in his hand, with the musical, happy chirping of mockingbirds filling in the silence. All of these beautiful signs of nature and peaceful rotation of the earth makes Taehyung tense up even more.

The moment he got back home from buying drugs, his father greeted him in monotone with a, "would you sit with me for a moment?" and he hasn't spoken since. The zipperbag in his pocket crinkles every time he shifts in his seat, making him cringe momentarily before he starts nervously fidgeting again.

This is so awkward and yet equivalent to hearing: we need to talk. God, why is he so silent?

Clearing his throat, Taehyung stands just as his father flips a page with a lick of his thumb. "I'm going to my room really quick."

"No."

"Oh." When will his step-mother return? She's his only hope as he sits down while avoiding looking at his father, whose gaze is set on the black and white printed pages.

It's only a minute later when he talks without diverting his gaze.

"Your sister is in her room, researching her major to get a headstart on a typical syllabus."

"Smart," he comments with disinterest and nibbles on his upper lip.

"Taehyung, how was your attendance in college?" he folds the newspaper and curiously peeks at his son, who is doing a poor job at hiding his nerves.

"It was alright–"

"Lying is a sin, son," his movements are aristocratic when he leans his chin on his fist. "Don't lie."

"I'm not," he stammers and his eyes flicker, "it was bad at the beginning of the year, but I fixed it."

His father pinches the bridge of nose where his frames lie. "I love your sister, Taehyung," he sighs and takes off his glasses, "I want her to do well. I've given up on you, but her? She can accomplish great things if you're not there to influence her. You're a bad influence. Are you following me?"

Taehyung nods dumbly with a racing heart before registering his words and shaking his head. "What?" he blurts. "I used to help her with her homework all the time–"

"You were home once every month."

"Just because you didn't see me doesn't mean I didn't see her," he coldly says. That's not entirely accurate, but it is true that he saw you more than he saw his parents before he started living here again. For you.

His father is taken aback, offended as he scoffs, "You avoided me and your mother, and yet have the face to stay in our home?" He stands up and passes the coffee table that was Taehyung's only barrier to hover over him with distance. "I expected so much more from you, but you can't even do the bare minimum. An adult without a stable job, respectable girlfriend, and embarrassing grades. I'm ashamed to have raised such a boy, for I can't even call you a man."

Taehyung abruptly stands but he continues, "If you can't even pay rent, go back to that landfill you came from."

"I have to pay rent to live with my family?" He's livid and his hands shake by his sides; they're taking you away from him because what? He isn't the son they wanted him to be?

"You've made it clear that the only thing keeping you here is my daughter," he blindly points at the closed door of your room, "and you will have to try much harder to see her again. Get your life together, and you can come back."

Taehyung's face is heated with anger from the injustice. "What the fuck?! This is such bullshit; you're kicking me out?"

His father frowns at his language, growling, "Taehyung! I will not let you drag her down that path with you. When you stop destroying everything you touch, I'll gladly let you live here."

Destroy? He hasn't done any harm to anyone—especially not you. He knows he's self-destructive, but it doesn't extend to his environment. If he fails, it's his failure, but his father takes it personally instead of encouraging him to do better.

The importance of reputation and success in this family enrages him; he's aware that he's not much of an affectionate person either, but a little love wouldn't hurt to witness in the household.

Instead of defending himself or speaking his mind, he obliges bitterly.

"You need to get laid," are his last words before he slams the door and opens the zipper bag to pop a pill. Ecstasy isn't so fun when you're not around, but he can use the distraction. It's been a bad day.

He flips off a stray cat idling around the garden before casually leaving the property.

—————

Studying isn't fun for you, never has been, never will be. Though you hate every second of it, it does give you something to do to make time pass faster. You've been tutoring yourself about things you'll learn sooner or later anyway, but you guess it doesn't hurt to have to study less when the time comes.

You check the time. It's approaching night at 9 PM, and your father wouldn't protest against a break now, hopefully. He only suggested that you should start studying, but you know what his suggestions really mean.

Do it, or get shamed into doing it with subtle glances.

As if that isn't enough, he constantly checked up on you throughout the day. He wasn't exactly giving you a choice, which irks you.

But that's done and over with, and there's a more pressing matter at hand: where is Taehyung? You heard bits and pieces of the argument, but you couldn't get the whole scoop. You worry he's going to go back to his old habits of never being here, rarely seeing you. He would've been hanging out with you six hours ago out of routine... It can't just be you being clingy. Something happened.

You: are you coming home tonight?

The response takes a few minutes.

taehyung: nop

taehyung: but i am coming to ur room

taehyung: cuz ik u cant sleep without me 😖

You: actually the opposite but ok lol

You: when are you coming

taehyung: whenever u want uwu

You: uwu...?

You: just come before it gets too late

—————

So that was a lie. It's 1 AM and still no word from Taehyung. Okay, maybe you're just being clingy now, but it's unlike him not to be clingy. Maybe he wanted to cool off for a long time after his tak with your step-dad, or simply wanted to hang out with his friends after spending all of his time with you.

That makes sense. What doesn't is the slide of your window and shuffling of your curtains. You instantly sit up in your bed and clutch your blanket closer. You watch a silhouette enter your room as you pick up your limp, your tense muscles relaxing only when you recognize the intruder. You put down the lamp with a click of your tongue, ignoring the relief in your pounding heart.

"Hey," he stupidly grins at you. He looks disheveled, clothes untucked and wrinkled, and from the little light you have, you can see his redshot eyes.

"There's also the door," you remark sassily. "Are you um... high?"

He shrugs and crawls in your bed, dismissive as usual. You both make an effort to keep your voices quiet.

"I talked to mom earlier," you ease into the discussion until he butts in.

"That's great."

You roll your eyes and prop an elbow to look down at him. His head lies on his hands while staring at you, mood strangely upbeat. He's definitely high.

"She was a little sad about something, and I know it involves you. I heard you talking to–" You're interrupted with a lingering peck, a little rough in its force but not unwelcomed.

"I've missed kissing you. Shouldn't you be asleep, by the way?"

Recovering from the unexpected attack, you reply, "It's not that late. I don't have to wake up early."

"You shouldn't ruin your sleep schedule," he tucks a hair strand behind your ear without taking his eyes off of you. "Staying up is hard to stop once you start."

"Yeah, you're a great example," you joke with a quiet giggle. Whispering with him feels intimate in a heart fluttering way. His heart pangs with a feeling he can't put a finger on. "You didn't answer my question."

"Hm?"

"Don't play dumb, I'm really curious. What happened with dad?"

"A lot of things happen with dad," he shrugs, "sometimes we play catch–"

"Taehyung," you give him a pointed look, and he giggles.

"You're right, he'd never play catch with me." He groans as he stretches in your bed before trapping you with his arms on either side of you in one motion. You don't know what he's trying to do, but you watch him above you in amusement. "No offence, but when is your mom not sad when my dad is around?" he laughs with a huff.

"That's rude, Tae," you remark seriously, "she's happy when you're around."

Taehyung's smile falters like yours, his happy guise crumbling when he says, "Are you?"

"Pfft," you roll your eyes, "What do you think? I was up waiting for you."

Ah. That's not a very good influence.

"I'm here now," he whispers, "go to sleep. It's okay, I won't do anything, I know you worked hard today."

You agree with a yawn and nod. But even in your sleepy state, you can read the room—Taehyung is especially attentive of his tone and volume aside from being so tense. "Are you alright?"

"I'm in and on ecstasy," he falls back on his former spot, "I can't not be alright."

"Taehyung, I haven't seen you all day–"

"Yeah, because I didn't want to be here," he looks at you dead in the eye, "and I don't want you to be here."

You blink rapidly, slightly shaking your head in confusion, "What are you saying?"

"Move in with me."

He's met with cold silence, so he persuades persistently, "Don't you want to get away from here? You'll have so much more freedom with me, and I can help you with your assignments and everything. It'll be perfect."

"I— do you... Where?" Taehyung is high and he doesn't know what he's saying is what you believe because this is so out of the blue, so irrational, but he describes it like it's utopia; you are not completely against the idea.

"I have enough money from drug dealing to rent an apartment, and you can tell dad that you want to move out to be like an adult or whatever, that you have a stable job, without mentioning me," he rambles, and his dilated pupils are more noticeable up close; it slightly puts you off.

"Wh-what about mom?"

He scoffs, "If she wants out, she can get her second divorce. Don't worry about them; after all, they're apparently the only real adults here," he relates back to not being worthy of being called a man. You shift away from him little by little. "Just trust me."

The phrase is triggering for you, a reminder of the time you were tricked into trusting him moments before your trauma. "We'll talk about this when you're sober," you meekly say, avoiding eye contact.

A wicked smile grows on his face, "I can't wait, princess."

[the-knight-of-the-stars]

Echoes: a Descendants Fanfic

The children of the isle, and the children of Auradon, are now lost and alone in an unknown world.

Can they remember the truth? Can they remember who they really are? Is it possible for them to find their way back home?

All they have left, are the echoes from another life...

Chapter 1: Uma

His large, calloused hand slowly caressed her cheek. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the wood smell of his clothes. How sweet it felt to be around him. Hot specks of ash flew around them, amid a thunderous sound of revolts, screams, some crackling fire. It looked like the end of the world. Through a haze, she blurred a pair of blue eyes full of melancholy, a sadness weighing on him.

"Come on Hook, I'll always be a just step away from you, " she said in a voice she didn't recognize.

"I know, we are light from the same star, right?" His deep voice slipped from his lips, tears streaming down his dirty face. Behind him, a pulsing red light blinded them, giving the young man the mythical appearance of a fiery creature. He leaned in, bringing their foreheads together in a desperate attempt to feel her close one last time "Goodbye, Uma ..."

Her eyes snapped open, her heart pounded. His words still echoed in her head, she still felt that suffocating heat, the chaotic sensation, and the sadness that vision had caused her. It had been brief, but still, she felt like she had been sleeping for days like she didn't think she would ever be able to wake up. But now the cold of the undaunted room made her hair stand on end and reminded her that it had all been a dream. She blinked several times, barely realizing she was clinging tightly to the sheets, making sure she had returned to reality. She put her hand to her heart and felt it pounding and excited. It felt alive. "I miss you," she thought, closing her eyes to that strange and familiar feeling, "Even if I don't know who you are."

Uma watched the snowfall through the grimy window and found that just as it had happened every day in that dead tundra, the sun had not risen. In that forgotten corner of fleeting feelings, only the gloom remained. Without fire, without chaos, there was no one by her side. Her breath resonated on the icy upholstered walls as if floating in the heavy silence that only abandoned houses have, that sad emptiness of having had and have lost. She got up from the bed.

But of course, Uma couldn't remember ever having anything. That loss was all she knew. All that remained inside her, like a luminous lamppost guiding her, was the hope that one day she would be able to recover everything she had lost. She walked through the lonely house, her long blue hair falling like soft clouds over her naked body, two small front braids, eternally tied, from which hung small amulets whose meanings she did not know. Only the heavy wool blanket that had wrapped her up during the night covered her.

Just like every day, Uma went to the small kitchen, lit the oil lamps, and started to heat the tea. Outside, the wind whistled, and as she cracked two eggs on a frying pan, the heat of the kitchen reminded her of her dream. Fire, ash, the musty smell of gunpowder and blood, the boy with blue eyes. That was her dream. Over and over, that vision haunted her at night. He had lost count of how many times she had had that same dream, always the same, always leaving her with that feeling that she did not understand, but could not get rid of. "I miss you".

Something inside Uma told her that there was a reason why it felt so real, why it kept popping up in her mind. It was more than a dream, it was a memory. But she couldn't be sure, Uma wasn't sure about anything. As far as she knew, that exciting memory could only be an invention of her mind.

In town, they called her a witch. They said that magic had destroyed her mind, and that was why she did not remember who she was. Maybe they were right. Maybe that sad-eyed boy she called "Hook" wasn't real, it was just magic confusing her mind. As Uma ate her breakfast, listening in the distance to the howling laughter of the forest elves, she couldn't help but feel once again disappointed that the dream hadn't changed. Why couldn't she remember more? She sipped her tea and tried to forget about it.

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The last fishermen of the town began to gather their nets with slow and tired movements. It had been a long day. Uma said goodbye to them with a kiss thrown into the air, as was the tradition, and they responded in the same way, thanking her for the help and hard work. The dogs surrounded her amid joyous barking, and she had to dodge them laughing, as she walked away carrying her own basket overflowing with fish. In front of her stood the messy mound of windows, balconies, doors, and chimeneas. Uma had always thought that those particular tower-towns so common in the northern lands, looked like a tree made of houses stuck together. An oasis by the sea, a refuge from that mysterious, cold, and hostile land.

She entered the city swinging her basket, she knew perfectly the path between that maze of stairs. Here, the air was different, it smelled of bread, sweat, coal, human heat. It was more joyous, more comforting. Uma found the company she needed just by seeing the townspeople in their daily life while continuing to climb to the top. Boys hauling lumber, up alleys with the day's game on their backs, people on balconies spreading clothes, shaking rugs, or lighting lanterns. She paused for a moment, daring to look back, to see the huge sea from above.

Up there, where she was at the height of the birds flying and the trees seemed tiny, Uma stopped feeling so alone. Up there, among the wind, the heat, the flowers in the windows, the amber lights in the houses, and the noise of the people, even if it was only for an instant, Uma could almost feel normal, like someone loved, like someone human. And that was precisely what had motivated her to dream of one day, to be able to raise enough money to buy a little house in the highest part of town, where she could wake up every day in the midst of that joyous daily life, where she could finally feel that she was someone.

Finally, Uma reached her destination. She entered the narrow, candlelit establishment and approached the counter. She put the basket on the floor, and a skinny girl came out from the back.

"Uma! How are you? How are things going down there on the plain?" The girl greeted her with a charming smile. Uma shrugged, returning the smile.

" Hi Ruba, you know, cold as always ... I brought fish" replied Uma, smiling fondly at the girl in the store.

"I see they had good fishing today, right?" Ruba looked at her excitedly, and Uma only answered with her head "Well! How much do you want for it? It looks very good, how about 60 coins?"

"Are you crazy? Your mother would kill me if she finds out you gave me that much money" said Uma, laughing slightly. The girl from the store smiled, pleased to see her happy, and handed her a bag of fifty coins on the counter.

"Come on, take them, " Ruba said with a wink. "My mother doesn't have to know ..." Uma laughed again, slightly flushed.

"If you insist" she answered taking the bag and weighing it on her hand with pride. Ruba sighed with a huge smile.

"You know? I don't even think mother notices ... She is too busy licking a foreigner's boots" Ruba whispered with an amused tone "They say he came from the warm lands of the south and we are renting him my brother's room, you should have seen his face, He is furious to have to sleep on the kitchen floor, but he had no choice ..."

"He comes from the warm lands?" Asked Uma intrigued "And how is he?"

"Well, he is tall and handsome ... He's tanned, you know, like the people of the South ... He came on the train dressed as a prince with a ruffled suit and a suitcase full of wonders ..." Ruba explained with bright eyes of emotion "I'm sure he would love to meet you!"

"Me? Why?"

"Because you are a witch, you are the best that´s ever happened in this boring town ..."

"Thank you?"

"Oh, I almost forgot! I wanted to give you something… " Ruba said happily and took out from the folds of her dress a small wrapped package.

"To me?" Uma asked, surprised, and happy. No one had given her a gift since her teacher had died.

"The stranger brought us gifts from the south, you know, for letting him stay, and I thought why not give one to my favorite witch?" Ruba admitted, blushing a little. Uma smiled gratefully and took Ruba's hand in a happy squeeze.

"Thank you, Ruba, for everything ... You are the best friend I have made in this town ..." answered Uma, delicately keeping the gift in its folds. Ruba smiled from ear to ear.

"And you are mine, Witch ..."

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Night fell, heavy and freezing on the plain. By the time Uma returned home, the darkness was almost absolute. Despite carrying a flashlight, she had to tap the walls for a long time to find the door. When she entered, the wall of enchanted tapestries greatly lessened the cold and the furious roar of the night wind. As soon as the door closed behind her, Uma dropped to the floor, exhausted, looking at the small hall of the house. Silence, again that deadly silence. With ragged breathing, she decided that she would stay there until her muscles relaxed, and she leaned against the wall, staring blankly, imagining not having to go back to that empty and distant house every day. She took off her coat, brushing dust and snow from her hair. In her pocket, she felt the small wrapped package that Ruba had given her, and Uma smiled again as she took it out. A gift from the south.

What wonders could come from those lands? Uma couldn't even imagine it. That northern land had been all she knew, all that interested her. That was what her teacher, the witch Aida, had taught her. Five years had passed since the villagers had found her, so cold and pale, that they had thought she was a corpse. They said that she came from the sea during a stormy night, an unconscious body that the waves threw to the beach. Villagers had given her a two-day funeral and attempted to bury her in an unmarked grave. But when the first earth fist was placed on her, she woke up. The frightened villagers took her with the only person in miles around who knew about the mysterious affairs of the world: Aida, the old witch of the forest.

Before that, Uma had no memories. She didn't know who she was, what she was, or where she came from. She only remembered the sea, the lightning, and the feeling of having lost something. Old Aida had taken her, cared for her, fed her, healed her wounds. She was the one who helped Uma overcome the shock and discovered that she knew how to speak, write, knew about the things of the world. But she still didn't know anything about herself. "You are a witch," her teacher had told her. "I can feel your magic, you probably got into forces that you shouldn't have, and this is the price you must pay. " After six months, Uma began to dream about the blue-eyed boy. And because of that dream, that memory, Uma was able to remember her name. Aida tried spells to make her remember more but never succeeded, and all Uma was left with was that fuzzy image of a world on fire.

Aida was a traditional woman, who during the time she met her taught her to rejoice in the little things in life, to cook, to attract fish, to become human again. And a year ago the old woman had died, sitting in her chair, leaving Uma with one last lesson to learn: how to survive alone. And Uma had learned, hunting her food and selling the fish that she trapped to the town's merchants, little by little, learning to make friends, to be kind to people, to trust them. Rarely did Uma think of the possibility that the world existed beyond that frozen region, that magic-filled forest, and that sparkling sea.

Uma untied the laces of Ruba's gift, thinking about her teacher, for the first time wondering if, in other lands, she could stop feeling the emptiness that consumed her inside.

She unwrapped the slip of paper, and a gold ring fell into her open hand. As soon as the metal touched her skin, Uma felt a jolt that shook her heart, like an electric shock that tore out the air, while in her head the vision of the boy with blue eyes appeared again, and his voice repeating the same words in an infinite cycle "We are light from the same star".

"Harry ..." she whispered as if her soul was breathing for the very first time "I remember you ..."

Also available on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25621861/chapters/62193694

[one-boring-person]

Only Traitors Consort With The Damned. (Part 13)

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: injury, blood

Context: The boys, (Y/n) and Nico formulate a plan to get out of the cave safely.

A/N: I have a new editor! It is my good friend @jawline-of-steel and she will hopefully be helping me with editing on all of my work!😊💛💛💛

Edited By: @jawline-of-steel

Masterlist

“What do we do? There’s no way out of here except through there! We’re trapped!” I say quickly, keeping my voice down as much as i can so as not to alert anyone outside of the fact that we are very close by, “Is there anywhere we can hide?”

“In here? Yeah, there is, but I’m not sure how good the hiding places are, especially not for someone as big as him.” Dwayne muses, gesturing to Nico as he turns to David with a questioning look on his face.

“All of the hallways are blocked off by debris, and any of the crawlspaces barely fit us, so it’s doubtful that he will be able to get through.” The platinum blonde responds dismissively, though his tone betrays his nerves, the idea of a team of highly trained Hunters waiting just outside the cave worrying and unnerving to him.

“How is she supposed to walk anywhere? She’s got a busted leg, remember?” Paul interjects, pointing at me.

“One of us could carry her?” Marko suggests, which draws a low growl from Nico, his protective side showing through as he tightens his grip around me, holding me tighter to his chest.

I think for a minute, during which time the other five tense up, clearly having heard something I can't, Marko and Paul starting to look even more worried. Frowning, i look around at them all, as if asking them to clarify, though none of them care to explain; instead, David jerks his head to the side, signalling for the rest of us to follow him as he leads us through a nearby tunnel, which takes us to what i assume is their sleeping quarters, Nico having to duck down the entire time as he struggles to fit his bulk in the space. As we emerge into the area, David quickly starts talking.

“The sun is gonna come up soon, so we don’t really have too much time, but I think we can help you. If one of us carries (Y/n), then she can leave through the way we get in and out of here, which isn’t accessible by foot, so it's the safest way out. As for Nico, there’s a chance we can lure the Hunters around the caves enough for him to have a clear chance at getting out of here, but it will only work if you're fast, because they'll most likely be expecting something like this to happen. There’s a safehouse a little way away, where you can stay until you can find transport, and where one of us can stay whilst the sun is out.” The vampire swiftly explains, the rest of us nodding as we take in the plan, glad that one of us is thinking rationally. 

“Hold on, why do you have a safehouse?” Nico asks, frowning in the dim light.

“Our sire made it in case anyone ever came after us.” Dwayne fills him in, before moving on again just as quickly, “Which one of us is going to carry her?”

“Paul will, he's the fastest out of the four of us, which will mean he can get to the safehouse much quicker.” David says decisively, looking to his friend for confirmation.

“I’ll do it.” The tall vampire nods, reaching out to take me from Nico, who reluctantly hands me over, giving me one last squeeze for reassurance as he passes me to the blonde.

“Hang on a sec, what about Nico? How is he supposed to know where the safehouse is?” I chip in, looking at the towering werewolf as he straightens again.

The vampires are silent for a moment, thinking the question through, clearly as stuck as I am. Eventually, Dwayne pipes up again, having thought of something.

“I guess one of us will have to go with him.” The brunette says, looking around at the others.

“Yeah, I guess that would help.” I agree, adjusting myself in Paul’s arms.

“I can do it, I'm fast enough to get out of here and into cover before the sun comes up.” Dwayne offers, looking over at Nico as the werewolf, nods appreciatively, still uneasy around the vampires, but not as much as before. 

“Ok, Dwayne will go with the werewolf. We’ll stay here and out of sight as much as we can.” David says with finality, watching us all agree before speaking again, “Alright then, let's get going, I can already hear them on the steps.”

“Alright. Thank you for doing this, you really didn't have to.” I say to them all, smiling thankfully.

“No problem, Dwayne is right. We owe you this, you’ve saved our lives too many times to count.” The platinum blonde waves me off, moving to start off into a nearby hallway. 

I go to say something, only for Nico to cut me off, gesturing for Paul and Dwayne to move off immediately, not allowing me to argue with him, as is often the case. Paul starts moving off, carrying me as he turns down a different way to the others, where there is already a cooler breeze blowing in from the sea just outside. I lean back against the vampire’s chest, tensing in his arms in trepidation as i think through the plan in my head, still nervous about what will happen to my friends whilst im gone, particularly David and Marko, who will be stuck in the cave with a bunch of Hunters ready to kill them at a moment’s notice, should they get themselves caught. Part of me is confident that they won’t, but the more rational part of my mind knows that there is a very high probability of things going badly, which will end even worse for the rest of us. 

I am snapped from my thoughts by the sound of the roaring ocean, the cave now widening out into a cavern that is filled with crashing waves, the far end ïleading to the sea itself, the horizon still cloaked in darkness despite the proximity of dawn that is fast approaching.

“You're gonna want to hold on tight.” Paul warns me, waiting for me to grip him with more force before he kicks off the ground, the disorientation that comes with his floating slightly off-putting as I become stiff in his arms.

“Hey, relax. I'm not going to drop you.” The vampire promises, before he starts to move off towards the front of the cave and out into the open. 

*

My back aches as I slouch in the chair I'm sat in, my fingers knotted together as I watch the doorway, my lip already in shreds from how much I've been biting it, every muscle in my body tense with nerves. Across from me, Paul eyes me in concern, knowing that every movement I'm making is upsetting the injury on my knee, which is throbbing painfully now, though I am ignoring it in favour of staring at the space where Nico and Dwayne should appear. 

"They'll make it, (Y/n), don't worry." The vampire tries to reassure me, though he isn't too convinced, looking just as worried and uneasy as i feel.

"I hope so." I manage back, my jaw clenched and tight, though I am doing my best to relax it.

We wait in silence again for a few moments, neither of us daring to say a word in case we miss the tell tale sounds of someone entering the safe house through the hatch in the abandoned gas station above, the actual door itself squeaky and stiff from disuse. It takes a little while, but eventually we hear it, at which point Paul moves to stand by the doorway, ready to intercept if it should be someone unsavoury, rather than the supernatural beings we are expecting. I sit up straighter, my eyes trained on the doorway, anxiously awaiting whoever it is, the heavy footsteps becoming more and more audible as they approach.

Suddenly, the familiar, lithe silhouette of Dwayne enters the candlelight, the brunette limping a little, his bare chest stained red with blood, Nico just behind him, the werewolf completely bare, his skin covered in sweat, blood and dirt. A few cuts litter his chest, though there is a wound on his shoulder where the shaft of a crossbow bolt is just visible. The German instantly comes over to me as he sees me, ignoring any pain as he chooses instead to pull me into an awkward embrace, glad to see I'm alright.

"Thank God you're ok!" He hums into my hair, pulling back to look me in the eye.

"I'm fine, Nico, though I can't say the same about you. What happened?" I respond, looking between him and Dwayne, who has sat down beside me on a different chair. 

"There were some waiting for us outside the cave. We fought them off, but we both got hurt in the process. Nico took a crossbow bolt for me." The vampire informs me, nodding thankfully at the werewolf.

"And you took a bullet for me. We are even." He responds, smiling at the vampire in his usual crooked way, moving away from me when he finally notices that he is still naked, "Are there any clothes in here that I could wear?"

"Err, yeah man, they're over there. What happened to your first ones?" Paul asks, looking a little confused.

Nico sends him an odd look, obviously wondering if the vampire is joking.

"My clothes were destroyed when I transformed."

"You transformed?!" Paul exclaims, going wide-eyed as he looks over the huge werewolf.

"It was the only way either of us would be fast enough." Dwayne cuts in, groaning as he pulls a bullet out of his shoulder with his fingers.

"Oh, right." His friend nods, going to the brunette's side to offer his aid.

Across from us, Nico roughly yanks out the crossbow bolt, growling as he does so, pulling on a shirt that is much too small for him after, knowing that the wounds will heal themselves in a little while. Once done, he moves to sit on a sofa nearby, only to come and help me up when I gesture to him that I'd like to join him. Carrying me over to the sofa, the werewolf sits down with me, placing me beside him as he leans back, clearly tired.

Tired now, I watch as Paul helps Dwayne with his injuries, the two vampires talking quietly amongst each other, clearly worried about David and Marko, who are most likely still running from the Hunters back at the cave, the two of them in great danger. Unconsciously, I let my head drop onto Nico's shoulder, my eyelids starting to droop as I start to give in to the sleep I've been fighting off all night, the perpetual warmth from his body soothing and calming to me, his arm coming up to support me as he carefully manoeuvres us so that he's lying back against the arm of the sofa, my body resting on his. In this new position I quickly feel myself start to lose consciousness, my muscles finally relaxing as I let myself fall asleep.

Part Fourteen