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[prokopetz]

Code Green

A game for 3–7 players, about being where you're not supposed to be.

Last night, you were suspended in a tube of brightly coloured goo in an underground research facility, operated by an organisation whose three-letter initialism's meaning is strictly need-to-know. This morning, someone noticed your tube was empty. Nobody has determined how that happened yet, and you're not inclined to stick around until they figure it out!

Or, in other words, it's been nearly a whole week since I got that massive revision to Space Gerbils out the door, and apparently my brain has decided that's enough of a break. This thing was written start to finish in under 12 hours, so let the circumstances of its authorship guide your expectations. Special thanks go once again to Caro Asercion, whose micro-RPG Dwindle introduced me to the design space I'm fucking around with here. Go buy their stuff.

Anyway:

What You'll Need

Code Green is a tabletop RPG for one game moderator (GM) and up to six players. Each player will need a copy of the Profile Grid, below, as well as three tokens of some sort: dice, coins, beads, etc. You'll also need at least five six-sided dice (for the whole group, not per player, though it's fine if each player has their own set). If you're using dice for tokens, it's recommended that the dice you plan to roll be visually distinguishable in case they land on someone's Profile Grid.

Rolling Dice

There are two ways you'll be asked to roll dice in this game: rolling d66, and rolling a dice pool.

To roll d66, roll a six-side die twice, reading the first roll as the "tens" place and the second roll as the "ones" place, yielding a number in the range from 11 to 66. For example, if you rolled a 3 and then a 5, your result is 35. You may also be asked to flip a d66 roll; to do this, take your result and swap the digits without re-rolling. In the preceding example, if you flipped your roll of 35, your new result would be 53.

To roll a dice pool, pick up the indicated number of six-side dice, roll them, and take the highest individual result. Duplicates have no special significance. For example, if you rolled a pool of three dice and got a 2, a 4, and a 4, your result would be 4. If you would ever roll a pool of zero or fewer dice, roll two dice and take the lowest instead.

Character Creation

Each player should create their own character. There are three things about your character which are always true:

You are newly born into the world. You may know things about the world (e.g., from your programming, having read them on a computer terminal, etc.), but you haven't experienced them.

You are implausibly good at remaining inconspicuous; unless you're deliberately drawing attention or doing something which requires a dice roll, humans will almost always fail to spot you.

You are not human. You can decide what that means.

To find out what else is true about your character, roll or choose three times from the Form table, and three times from the Function table, placing your results into the correspondingly labelled slots on the Profile Grid, below, in any order you please. Your three results from each table should be different; if you elected to roll and get the same entry multiple times, flip your result, and re-roll if it's still a duplicate.

Think about what your three Form traits and three Function traits imply about your character's physical makeup, but don't set anything in stone just yet – you'll see why not in a moment.

Finally, roll a six-sided die five times, and record the results in the order in which they're received. The resulting five-digit number is the only name your character has when play begins.

Table 1: Form (d66)

11–12. Blood 13–14. Bones 15–16. Brain 21–22. Claws 23–24. Ears 25–26. Eyes 31–32. Guts 33–34. Hands 35–36. Heart 41–42. Hair 43–44. Legs 45–46. Lungs 51–52. Nose 53–54. Skin 55–56. Tail 61–62. Teeth 63–64. Tongue 65–66. Wings

Table 2: Function (d66)

11–12. Accelerated 13–14. Autonomous 15–16. Auxiliary 21–22. Cryogenic 23–24. Cryptic 25–26. Elastic 31–32. Electric 33–34. Entropic 35–36. Invasive 41–42. Invulnerable 43–44. Kinetic 45–46. Magnetic 51–52. Phasing 53–54. Polymorphic 55–56. Projectile 61–62. Pyrogenic 63–64. Telescopic 65–66. Toxic

Playing the Game

Play proceeds in a series of scenes. In each scene, the GM will set the stage: a challenge to overcome, a peril to escape, a mystery to investigate, etc. Given the nature of your characters, most things will be mysteries to you!

Initial Token Placement

Once the stage has been set, place each of your three tokens on a different square on your Profile Grid. If you have no preference, you can roll d66 for each token and place it in the square whose marked numeric range contains the number you rolled, flipping or re-rolling your result if you get a square which already contains a token. The placement of these tokens represents your initial state when the scene opens. Depending on the nature of your character, this may be reflected by a shifting of internal focus, or by a physical transformation.

Participation

To participate in the scene, simply tell the GM what your character does; the GM will describe how the world responds, and ask what you do next. Whenever you wish – or are forced – to do something more than lurk and observe, you are obliged to make a test.

Making Tests

To make a test, first choose a pair of traits – one Form trait, and one Function trait – with which to face the challenge. For example, if your Form traits are Legs, Tail and Teeth, and your Function traits are Cryptic, Invulnerable and Phasing, you might test your Invulnerable Legs against the trouble at hand.

Next, count the number of tokens present in the rows extending from each of the chosen traits. The illustration below shows which squares would be consulted in the preceding example:

Next, roll a dice pool containing a number of dice equal to the number of tokens present on squares extending from the chosen traits. Do not count a token twice if it's on the square where the two traits intersect (e.g., the green square in the illustration above). In the event that no tokens fall on squares extending from appropriate traits, remember that you are allowed to roll a pool of zero dice by rolling two dice and taking the lowest rather than the highest.

Finally, compare your result to the following table:

1–3. Less than human. Whatever you'd intended to try still happens, but it cannot overcome human opposition (or adversity which would challenge a typical human), and any lasting effects are transitory and easily explained away. 4–5. Mostly human. Your effort can contend with human opposition (or circumstances which would challenge a competent human), and its lasting effects make it obvious that someone (or something) has been interfering with matters. 6. More than human. Your effort easily brushes aside any human opposition, and its lasting effects are impossible to rationalise as anything other than the intervention of inhuman forces.

Without Applicable Traits

In the event that you're forced to make a test and no possible pairing of your traits is applicable, you don't get to roll anything, not even with a pool of zero dice; simply resolve the outcome as though you'd rolled a result of 1–3. Other characters may attempt to preserve you from this fate by assisting you, in which case you roll one die per assisting friend; see below for more details.

Assistance

If you wish to assist another character in making a test, consult your own Profile Grid, considering only those squares which contain tokens. Only the specific pairs of traits represented by the squares on which your tokens fall are eligible for assistance; for example, if one of your tokens falls on the intersection of Cryptic and Teeth, you may assist with Cryptic Teeth, but not any other pair of traits involving Cryptic or Teeth unless those squares also have tokens on them.

If you're able to identify an eligible pair of traits that seems applicable to the test at hand, explain how you're using it to help, and hand the player making the test one extra die. Any number of characters may assist on a given test.

Providing assistance neither requires nor permits your character to adapt (see below) – it needs to be your own test for that!

Adapting

After resolving a test, your character adapts, shifting focus or form to reflect what they've learned. Take one token of your choice from your character sheet, and move it to a different square which doesn't already contain one. You can move any token you wish, but it must end up on a different square than the one it started on unless no valid destinations are available. Adapting is not optional, and must be carried out after every test.

Suffering Strain

If whatever you're making a test against is particularly strenuous or dangerous, you might suffer strain as a consequence. Strain will often be incurred on a result of 1–3, and rarely on a result of 4–5; only the most foolhardy efforts will incur strain even on a result of 6!

To incur strain, roll d66, and place a small X on the square on your Profile Grid whose indicated numeric range contains the number you rolled. If there's a token on that square, immediately move it to an empty square of your choice, unless fewer than three unmarked squares now remain; in that case, simply remove the token entirely.

For the remainder of the scene, tokens may not be moved to any marked square. In addition, if you suffer further strain, and the square indicated by your d66 roll is already marked, your character is incapacitated, and may not participate in tests at all until they recover.

All strain is cleared – and any discarded tokens restored – at the end of each scene. Incapacitated characters also recover at this time.

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[gloomwitchwrites]

What Are We (2 of 4)

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Female Reader

Content & Warnings: neighbor!Kyle, friends with benefits (sorta), lotus position, unprotected piv (wrap it up irl), creampie, aftercare, Kyle begs a bit, praise

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Part of the Imagines and What If Series

When neighbors become friends to become sometimes lovers, you make the first move after things between you grow a little heated.

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What is this tangled thing?

This messy, gnarled thing that pulls you back in repeatedly until you’re standing on the ceiling, staring down at the floor in perplexed curiosity.

And why is it always him? It could be anyone, and yet you come back to Kyle every time, the two of you entering each other’s spaces time and time again as if Fate is forcing this arrangement.

He’s your neighbor. That’s it. A friend. Someone you say hello to in the hallway.

Someone who also always visits after he comes back from deployment. Someone who helps carry your laundry back to your flat or fixes the small shit the property owner is too lazy to care about. Someone that gives you such a soft smile that it melts your heart and turns you to goo even as you tell yourself how ridiculous you’re being.

Someone who, at this moment, is reaching for you, begging for you to come to him.

“Come here, love. In my lap.”

Moving is easy. Giving in is easy.

You drape your arm around Kyle’s neck while the other slides up to rest against his chest, fingers lightly curling to drag across his skin. Kyle sighs when you settle, that beautiful sound transforming into a low groan as you sink onto his cock. Your legs lock behind him, giving you leverage.

Kyle is not immune. His arms go around your middle, one reaching downward to lightly squeeze one round cheek while the other meanders upward to the back of your neck. Once there, he takes hold. Not roughly, but more of a possession, a silent command to let him take control in this one way.

The two of you meet repeatedly, his pelvis a perfect angle to rub against your clit with each convergence.

“That’s it. Just like that,” he croons, lips stretching into a smile. Kyle’s pearly whites appear briefly when he smiles and his brow softens as he observes you from behind half-closed eyelids. “That’s it, love. Ride me. Like that. Good girl.”

Your hips buck, and Kyle thrusts upward, matching you perfectly. The groan you let out is unseemly, but even as you try to tilt your head back to release it, Kyle blocks the movement, keeping you stationary.

“Look at me when you come, yeah? At me. In my eyes.” Kyle squeezes the back of your neck and you whimper, pussy clenching around him as you do as he says.

“Fuck,” he groans, drawing out the vowel.

Another shiver of pleasure rushes through you. Then another, just as quickly. The small death builds, explodes, and then you’re grinding down on Kyle, moaning his name. Kyle keeps you still, doesn’t move his hips either, just allows you to come undone on his cock.

The moment your muscles unspool, the tension melting away, Kyle rolls you onto your back. He grasps your wrists and throws them above your head, trapping them beneath one massive palm. He settles between your legs, doubling his efforts, huffing above you as he chases after his own end.

Kyle’s forehead presses against yours. “Let me come inside you, love. Please.” The please is strained, like it’s taking every effort within in him to not lose control.

Your nails dig into his back, and your hips flex upward, inviting him in. “Finish inside me, Kyle,” you beg, wanting to feel him deep.

His groan is low, and he settles further against you, rocking in quick burst of energy that punch the air from your lungs. You cling to him, giddy, reveling in how he falls apart. When he finds his end, your wrap your legs behind his back, holding him flush against you.

Kyle grins through his moan as your ankles lock over each other. You don’t uncross them until Kyle pushes away.

“Stay here,” he murmurs, patting your thigh. Pushing off from the bed, Kyle heads for the bathroom, his nakedness on full display.

You flush then, all the heat and memory bubbling up as his cum slowly drips out of your pussy. He’s never finished inside you without a condom. When there isn’t one to be had, he might finish on your back, stomach, or even in his hand. But never inside you. Kyle has never asked this.

When he returns, Kyle brings a damp cloth. With gentle hands, he eases your legs open, cleaning the insides of your thighs, wiping everything up except his cum. That is what he leaves behind, and that one small action feels like a brand. An act of ownership.

What the fuck.

What the fuck.

With the insides of your thighs clean, Kyle leans in and presses a small kiss to the insides, quickly discarding the cloth immediately after. Then, he is drawing you into his side, snuggling up beside you on the bed, one hand already holding onto his phone as he looks through takeout options.

“What do you want?” he asks. Without glancing away from the screen, Kyle kisses the spot right behind your ear.

You tense. This is too real, too personal. He’s always made it clear that this can’t be anything more. Hasn’t he? Pressing on the thought, you consider it, and realize that Kyle hasn’t entirely pushed the idea away.

“Did you hear me, love?”

“What?”

Kyle pushes up onto his elbow, glancing down at you. “Everything good?”

Can he feel how tense you are? Does he know what rushes through your mind? Should you even say anything at all? Keep it to yourself and pretend that these thoughts aren’t racing through your head?

But again, when has Kyle ever rejected a conversation with you? On plenty of occasions, Kyle has held you in the dark, let you cry into his chest, and pepper soft kisses along your brow as he brushes your hair out of your face.

Why would he turn away from this?

“What are we doing?” you blurt, immediately hating how strained your voice sounds.

Kyle arches a single eyebrow. “We’re ordering food,” he replies slowly.

“No. I mean—yes. I know that. But—us.” You gesture at him and then at yourself. “What are we doing? What is this?”

Kyle sits up a bit more. “What do you mean?”

“What are we, Kyle? This is…” You lose your nerve, unable to finish the last bit.

At first, you think Kyle might reject the question, but instead, a smile spreads across his face.

“Fuck, baby girl.” He runs his hand over the top of his head and falls onto his back. You twist around, reaching for him. The moment your hand touches his chest, Kyle snags it, pulling you into his arms. “Why do you think I’ve been making all these excuses to see you?”

“Because you like me?”

Kyle shakes his head, laughing. “Unbelievable. I’m ordering us food and then we’re talking about this.” Hooking his arm around your back, he brings the phone’s screen back into view. “But first, tell me what you want.”

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[deadmeat666]

Allennn if u write for yanderes, wyat your take on yan! akinori??? obvs smut (hhehe sorry I'm obsessed with tjis man he's sooooooo)

if ur talking about beloved babyboy akinori konoha then YESSIRRRR

warnings. reader with a scarily huge cock, yandere themes, mentions of blood and murder, scent kink, generally creepy and perverted akinori, creampie, rushed, cringe description of reader's cock somewhere 😔

Yan! Akinori, who will innocently wave when you pass by him. Think nothing of it, it will be merely nothing but just a simple act of kindness.

Yan! Akinori, once the boldness gets to him, taking your acknowledgement of him as sign to cross the line just a tiny bit for now. Coming into class, you notice your desk are littered with tiny paper pieces cut out into the shape of a heart. Albeit done roughly, you can't deny the fact you are flattered. Flattered that someone had committed their time to make this for you. If only it isn't so messy and exposed for your classmates to witness. . .

Yan! Akinori, who then realizes just how truly oblivious and dumb you are, fully jumped across the big fat line between 'just a simple innocent crush' to 'wanna have that person tied up to my bed and milk their cock 24/7' without another thought.

Yan! Akinori, who has no shame in snapping a few polaroid pictures of you. Thanks to his fair share of experience in the world of photography, he is able to get all the shots perfect, just like you! The photos range from you smiling, to you jacking off your cock in your room without a care in the world or even a sense of awareness for that matter.

Yan! Akinori, whose latest addition to his album is a close up of your smiling face, all content for whatever reason that day. Usually he would tape his photos to a wall, or maybe hide them away in his album he keeps tucked away under his bed, but this time, he does neither of those.

Yan! Akinori, who tapes the said picture to the softest pillow he could find, kissing it ever so lovingly before letting all of his pent up urges by humping and riding out his orgasm on the pillow, shamelessly moaning your name as if you are actually there, and not just a burned image on a polaroid. And as he cums, he makes sure to shoot some on your handsome face, before drawing a heart with the sticky goo to outline your face.

Yan! Akinori, with how much luck he has during that time, manages to find himself inside your arms and in a totally healthy relationship with you. Initially, people had thought about how it was so wholesome that he'd latch himself onto you like a leech, feeding off of your compliments and praise. and a hunger for the blood of his rivals.

Yan! Akinori, obsessed with your scent, he'll dig out your closet for your clothes. He had thought no matter how much you would wash your clothes, your scent will still stick and it turns him on so much. And if your closet isn't enough, the laundry basket will be his target. Dirty? No! Clothes worn by you, he will not consider them dirty, simply blessed and graced by your smell.

Yan! Akinori, who likes rubbing his face against your crotch and dick like a desperate kitten. He'd want his face to be marked with your musky odor and liquid, especially your thick semen that's so full of life. Literally.

Yan! Akinori, with nothing that could've prepared him for your massive cock. The first time he saw it erect, it was like a stiff mass sitting in-between your legs, like a beast in its slumber, threatening to rise awake and breed.

Yan! Akinori, who desperately bounces on your cock with no shame in letting out his screams of pleasure whatsoever. He will tremble and writh above you. And in every bounce he finishes in taking in the entirety of your cock, he lets out a moan just a decibel higher from the past one, continuing in an endless cycle until the inevitable climax. Let's hope his noises don't alarm the neighbours, that'll surely lead to a huge misunderstanding.

Yan! Akinori, with a strange fixation for breeding, almost every week or when he feels like it, melts into the sheet as he is taken from behind. He looks at his stomach from his position, seeing how it will bulge from every time you dig into his inside, somehow getting deeper and deeper. His fingers fidget around in hopes of wanting to find something to hold onto but his senses are basically overloaded, his nerves screaming in pain and pleasure as he willingly submits himself to you. His mouth is shut, no complaints when you shoot torrents of semen inside him whatsoever. Why would he? He'll simply be called crazy if he does.

#DEADMEAT THIRSTING #hey....hey....how yall doing? #shamelessly comes back after edging this anon for weeks #top male reader #haikyuu smut #seme male reader #dom male reader #dom amab reader #sub yandere #rushed because 😔 yeah.

[simminginstars]

Updated: How I edit my sims 4 screenshots (night-time edition)

A more detailed editing tut so you can understand my process as it may help you, i edited this relatively quickly and usually spend about 1-2hrs editing something...so let's goo.....

Before taking screenshots:

Help yourself as much as you can in-game, I always make sure there is some sort of light source in my pictures or something interesting that I can add to enhance something already there

Understand good/bad composition and add variety by using different angles

I take LOTS of photos just to end up with 1 or 2 good ones

I'll just be using photoshop for this, but i also like to use the procreate app as i'm more confident w it.

step1: I check if there are any major glitches or hard areas e.g, fingers elbows etc.. that have sharp points and pull them in liquify so they are smooth. Then use curves to change the contrast.

step2: *duplicates image* using the dodge and burn tools (keyboard shortcut: o ) i'll add emphasis to highlights and shadows (be careful with these as the dodge tool can ruin the image if used in excess) *merges image* (i duplicate and merge as i go, utilise using lots of layers so you can go back if you mess up/ want to change the opacity of an effect.)

step3: making light sources POP. *new layer* change blending mode to overlay or soft light and choose a colour you like.

step4: *new layer* draw hair strands. i just use a basic round brush in photoshop and change the hardness or i'll use a sharp caligraphy type brush depending on my sims hair type. (i try not to overdo it as i like maxis hair and don't want it to look too realistic)

step5: i would then add a new layer and set the blending mode to multiply to add more shadows, but i don't feel like i need to at this point.

step6: *duplicates image* go to filter > camera raw filter, i change the "light" and "curve" panels, i like green tints in my screenshots especially the night ones. (this is where all the magic happens really so just adjust all the channels to your liking, lightroom is also really good to use)

step7: *create new layer* blending mode: screen or linear dodge (add) / makeup and finishing touches! - for this look i'll get stars and glitter pngs off google or unsplash same for the smoke, though if i'm using procreate they have free brushes for that :')

step8: add light leaks as they add some fun dynamic lighting and textures to your screenshots. (i also flip my image horizantally [image > image rotation > flip canvas horizontally] whilst editing as it's like a "fresh pair of eyes" when you've been editing for a while so you can see what looks off)

final step: merge all the layers (though i do merge along the way once i'm happy with something) go to filter > sharpen > smart sharpen. I leave it as the default setting.

extra step if u want: for party pics i might add chromic abberation here is a 60 second tutorial on youtube it makes the pic look cool and trippy.

And you're done!! congrats on surviving. if you have any questions please send them in my ask box so others can see and get help too.

#ts4 tutorial #tutorial #ts4 tut #sims 4 edit

[wannaeatramyeon]

Goo Kim x Reader: Coffee Shop

G/N. Ah the coffee shop!AU trope. Or alternatively, Goo owns a coffee shop on the side. Either way, you work with Goo in a coffee shop.

The coffee shop you work at is famous for two things.

One - the quality of the coffee. Apparently the owner is something of a snob and only sources and serves the best.

Two - the shocking customer service, courtesy of your coworker, Goo Kim. You don't know how he gets away with it. You don't know how he is still employed.

Maybe it's because no matter how long the queue is, once they get to Goo, all frustration dissipates as soon as he says, "What can I do for you, babe?"

Or it could be that even though he messes up orders, he has the gall to say: "You'll like it better that way, trust me sweetheart." Worst of all, it works.

Actually, you do know how he gets away with it.

Correction, the coffee shop you work at is famous for three things: the best coffee, the worst customer service and the hottest barista known to man.

Goo Kim is hot. Period. The kind of hot that draws customers. That makes them return time and time again even as he gives them the wrong drink and overcharges them. That lets him get away with his shitty attitude and cocky behaviour.

That's just how hot he is.

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"The owner is kind of a tyrant." At least, that's what Goo tells you as you've never met the owner before. "And me and him are kind of tight," he says, waltzing into his shift exactly two hours and thirty seven minutes late.

You know this because you've been keeping an eye on the clock in between serving the horde of tired, irate customers during the morning rush on your own.

You would happily bet you're now more tired and more irate than all the previous customers combined.

"I don't give a shit," you snap, rushing past him to complete the next order as he casually puts on his apron. Fuck, did they ask for oat or soy? Damnit. 

"Language," he sing-songs, plucking the finished drink out of your hand and calling out for the customer to collect.

"Medium latte, two shots caramel, oat milk!"

It's entirely unnecessary. The morning rush is largely over and there's only one customer waiting. She approaches Goo looking annoyed.

"I asked for soy milk."

"Sweetheart," he says, eyes twinkling behind his glasses. What should really be demeaning and patronising comes out all filthy and seductive, "It tastes better like this."

You watch in disbelief as her irritation evaporates and she honest to god giggles, taking the drink and handing over a hefty tip.

Goo pockets the money.

"Hey! That's mine!" You square up to him. He comes in late, does nothing, then practically steals from you?

"You got the order wrong. She would be throwing a fit if it wasn't for me." It's less chastising you and more a chance to inflate his ego. Still, you begrudgingly admit he's correct.

.

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It's only been a month working together, technically less than twenty shifts, and already you're sick of the guy.

Goo was the one that interviewed you. Both crammed into what you assume is the owner's office. Even for such a small space, it's well decorated.

Maybe well decorated is a reach. But everything in there screams expensive. Designer logos everywhere that even you, with your lack of knowledge, can tell is worth more than your entire, pitiful, savings.

The blonde sits opposite, knees knocking into yours when he crosses his long legs.

He explains that he works here. "Just a lowly ordinary barista," he says with a laugh, as if he's letting you in on a joke. Except he's dressed in a fancy blue suit and you wonder what sort of barista wears a suit to work and also gets paid that much.

He tells you, perhaps as a way of small talk, that the chair you're sitting on is imported from Barcelona. Ok. You don't care. It's not like you'll ever import one yourself.

Instead you launch straight into your spiel. The one where you make all your work and personal achievements seem bigger and better than it is. Embellishments. Harmless enhancements you've memorised from your resume.

The more you talk, the higher Goo's eyebrows recede into his hairline.

"And I increased the footfall by 113% last December-"

"Are you nervous?" He cuts you off. You wonder what sort of question that is, is it part of the interview, is it a test. You settle for answering honestly.

"Kinda," you say, giving him a lopsided grin, "I'm being interviewed."

Goo takes a moment to consider this, then- "What do you think of my hair?"

Your mouth runs before your brain can, "Your roots are coming through."

The moment you leave the coffee shop, bell jingling above the door, your phone rings from an unknown number.

"You're hired," A voice tells you, and you know it's Goo Kim. You can even hear the pout in his voice. "The owner likes you."

"Thank you!" You're practically vibrating with glee, you thought for sure you messed up your chances.

That was, coincidentally, the last time you were happy to hear from Goo.

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"You'll get coffee on my white suit!" Your belligerent, infuriating coworker snips at you and you want to smack him.

"I'm not the idiot wearing a white suit to work in a coffee shop." You snarl back, then drown out the sound of his whines with the frother.

You watch the milk temperature climb in time with your own temper.

"Don’t be mad," his voice drifts into your ear and you jolt at the proximity. Turning around, you find his face inches from yours, lips pulled down and big brown eyes peering straight into yours.

He doesn't look like his usual smug self here. He looks silly and maybe- the teeniest bit cute.

Ugh, you shake those thoughts from your head. However, a part of you thinks you should be a bit more amenable with him. You're still new and it's obvious that he pulls some strings around here.

"It's fine," you mutter, rolling your eyes to high heavens and returning back to the task at hand.

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"What are you doing?" you blink at Goo flipping the sign from Open to Closed a full four hours early.

"Shoo! Out!" He shouts at the practically full store, motioning at them all to leave. "We! Are! Closed!"

Angry grumbles fill the air as the patrons start to shift.

"This is unacceptable!" A guy still gripping onto his full cup of coffee rounds on Goo. You wonder if he's gonna throw it at him. It wouldn't be undeserved.

"Sorry babe, personal emergency. You know how it is," Goo smiles, toothy and affable, "I'll make it up to you next time." He grabs the mug out of the other man's hands and he doesn't even react. "Come back soon!"

The customer leaves without further argument. You think you catch him mumbling sure and see you soon. You know beyond a shadow of a doubt as you catch the guy blushing, he will be back to catch a glimpse of the blonde barista and hear Goo call him babe again.

Goo wheels around a TV that you think must be at least 85 inches. You didn't think the shop had anywhere to store something so big. He must have pulled it out of his ass.

"What is this?"

"Season finale time," he tuts at you, as if you're the one being an idiot for not following this absurd chain of events.

"What?"

Goo mentions a name that you think could be a show, or it could be a new coffee bean, you're not sure. He ignores your confusion, positioning the TV in front of one of the many sofas and fiddles with the remote.

"Are we really doing this?" You ask as he flops down with a bowl of popcorn (and where did that also come from), giving you a grin and patting the space next to him.

"You're getting paid, aren't you?"

You can't argue with that and take your seat.

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.

You don't really know what's going on, but the animation is good enough and the character dynamics are fun so you keep watching.

You keep watching even once your shift has officially finished and it turns dark outside. Eyes glued to the screen, you cheer when one of the characters dies, gasp when another one also dies, then clap your hands once the credit rolls.

"That was good-"

Sounds of sniffling cut off your next words and you turn to look at Goo. Both his hands clutching white knuckled to the now empty bowl of popcorn.

It's kind of jarring seeing him like this. Your coworker who pisses you off more often than not. You didn't even realise he's capable of any emotion that wasn’t meant to spike your blood pressure. It's… sweet. A change from his usual bravado.

You reach over and swipe with gentle fingers at the tears under his glasses and he gives you a watery smile in return.

"Yeah, I felt sad when they died too," you offer and you see his lip wobble.

"IT WAS SO FUCKING SAD!" He wails, throwing his head back and bowl clattering to the floor. "I can't believe they did that," His emotions take a turn, face scrunching up in anger as he fishes his phone out of his pocket, "I'm going to send the writer death threats."

You hear tap tap tap followed by unhinged cackling.

You never understood the kind of person that would send death threats but you take one look at the maniac typing next to you, fingers a blur across the keyboard, and you realise this completely tracks.

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.

If possible, your coworker becomes more annoying after that.

He's taken to neglecting the majority of his duties, and instead mostly watches you work.

"Help me out," you plead, spirit broken as he barely lifts a finger to help with the lunch rush.

"Ah ah! I'm supervising."

You consider strangling him.

He does, however, prevent you from slipping on spilled coffee after you miscalculate your footing.

Happening too quickly for you to form any thoughts apart from 'fuck’, you tilt backwards, head ready to hit the ground with a loud, sickening crack.

Which would have definitely happened if not for the large hands gripping you around the waist, yanking you upright and then tugging your body into his.

It's something out of a cheesy romcom and you want the earth to swallow you up. Although if you were wanting anything, you would prefer the earth to swallow Goo up instead.

"Careful there, sweetheart," You feel his chest vibrating with quiet mirth. Somewhere behind you, you distinctly hear a group of customers swoon.

.

.

"Do you think I'm hot?" he asks. Entirely inappropriate because you're in the middle of serving a customer.

"No," you grit out because you will not be entertaining this manchild. It doesn't matter if you're technically lying.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Really really?"

"Yep," You release a pent up breath and address the customer, "And that'll be 7000 won please," 

He swipes his card, then eyes darting to Goo and trying his luck, "I think you're hot. If you wanted to grab a drink or-"

"Maybe next time, sweetheart," Goo directs a smile at him and you can feel the man practically melt. Ugh. Seriously?

He pours the contents of his wallet into the tip jar.

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.

"We would make a cute couple," Goo leans across the counter, watching you wipe down tables. "You should date me."

Did he just...? Your hand briefly pauses as you consider his words, then resume the circular cleaning motions. It’s no longer as easy as it was seconds ago.  

"And you should help me out instead right now," is all you could muster. 

"No can do, sweetheart." He inspects his nails, "The cleaning products aren't good for the skin." Then he adds for good measure, "You shouldn't be cleaning either."

You stare down at the cloth gripped in your bare hand and consider throwing it at him. Date him? No. Your fantasy right now consists of the sound the wet rag makes when it hits his face.

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.

Goo is in earlier than you.

Goo is in earlier than you, and he's working and he's cleaning and you think it's a dream.

"Morning cupcake!" He tells you in a chirpy voice with a sunny smile that is far too bright for this time in the morning.

It truly is a testament to what a slacker he is. You're so used to him being late or not doing anything, that now he is doing really the bare minimum, it short circuits your brain.

"I’m making your day easier," he explains, "So you'll date me."

You boggle at him. "You're doing this to date me? And not because you should just be doing your goddamn job? Are you serious?" Your tone rises with each word and you think you sound hysterical but you can't bring yourself to care.

"Yep, nope, yep."

He starts whistling and you want to tear your hair out.

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"Can I get your number?" A particularly brave patron asks.

"Sorry babe, my partner is just over there." He jerks over to you with his thumb and your jaw drops open. "They're beautiful, right?"

Goo sounds sincere and you don't know what to do with that. You know for a fact right now you don't look beautiful. You look kind of a hot mess. You can't remember the last time you washed your hair, and it's currently resembling something of a nest from all the rushing around. Your face is likely bright red and you have coffee and milk stains down your front.

The patron looks incredulously at you. And Excuse me?! Rude. But you also can't blame them.

You think Goo needs stronger glasses.

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"Can I get your number?" An unwitting customer asks you this time and you tell him no, sorry, not interested.

"Come on," He leans across the counter, into your space and you take a step back. It's not fun or silly or anything like when Goo asks. It's predatory and you feel your hairs stand on end.

"No. Please just pay for your coffee or leave."

"Why are you being so uptight-"

"Hey," The blonde materialises next to you. He's smiling. He always is. This time it's wild and feral and dangerous.

The smile never leaves his face as he tells the other guy to get the fuck out and that he's permanently banned.

For a moment you think one of them might start throwing hands. Actually. Despite Goo's fancy tailored suit and his meticulously groomed hair and expensive aura, you know he would be the first one to lunge. You also know with complete certainty he would win.

The clean up might be a mess though, for the other guy.

It luckily never comes to that as the man mutters something under his breath and scarpers out with his tail tucked between his legs.

You hope to never see him again.

A part of you is angry. Rightfully so. That it takes someone else for your no to be heard loud and clear. A small part of you thinks of Goo's smile and oh. It’s pretty hot.

.

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"Sorry about that," Goo approaches you on your break and you wonder who is actually minding the shop right now.

"It's fine." You tell him. It's not, but it's not Goo's fault either.

"Do I make you uncomfortable when I ask you out?" His words aren't playful and you know he's asking because he wants to know.

You think about all the times he's been all slippery with his honeyed words and to your mounting realisation and horror, you find you actually like it. If he's being honest, so will you.

"No."

Your answer seems to surprise him. "You're fine with me asking you out all the time?"

"Sure."

"Huh." Then he grins again, similar to before and you feel your knees wobble. You can't believe you are feeling things for this smarmy idiot dressed in an overpriced ridiculous suit.

You think he's going to wreck you. You think he knows it too.

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"Go out with me?" Goo sidles up to you despite the fact you're in the middle of ringing up an entire office load of coffees.

"Not right now," you grunt at him, distracted and trying to get the order straight.

"Later?" he asks because for the first time it's a maybe, a possibly. Hope tinges the single word. You don't need to look at him to know he is beaming.

Your movements stutter. You sort of regret your words but you also don't.

"Later," you tell him and it's a promise. Goo smiles, eyes fond and crinkling at the corners as he sends a finger heart your way.

#lookism #lookism x reader #goo kim #goo kim x reader #lookism fic #kim joongoo #kim joongoo x reader #wannaeatramyeon

[gingerjunhan]

Hello there! I would like to tell you I rlly like all the things you write! They're so cool! I rlly enjoy all of them! And I would like to be another anon! "🌺" it will be that emoji <3

And I would like to do a request too! Is about

How XH react if they have a s/o who's insecure about using their glasses

☆彡 ahh such a sweet idea 🌺anon :( I love it. Welcome to my anon list! Happy to have you here, and thank you so much for the love! 🩷

word count: 957 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: insecurities, reader is called “beautiful” a lot (my bad), if I missed anything lmk

goo gunil

Gunil, as a glasses wearer himself, might know where you’re coming from with this insecurity

so I think he would be great at helping you out!!

“I love your glasses! They draw more attention to your beautiful eyes!”

he would make jokes about it, but not rude jokes

stuff like:

“You can see me in all my glory!”

or, “I look better in 20/20 vision!”

silly stuff to make you feel better

but it’s not all unserious

if he can see that you’re really insecure, Gunil will absolutely take initiative to do whatever it takes to make you feel better

he doesn’t wear his glasses often, so maybe he’ll wear his with you so you don’t feel like you’re drawing attention to yourself?

he always compliments you so if you’re feeling down, so get ready for compliments galore

“I think you’re perfect no matter what, my love. I think your glasses look lovely on you.”

kim jungsu

I think Jungsu would absolutely SWOON for someone in glasses!!

imagine you’re sitting across from him, and you have to push your glasses up your nose, and he would just melt

he thinks you’re so cute, and the glasses only add to that cuteness

“I love your glasses! They look so nice on you honey :(“

I can totally imagine Jungsu cleaning your glasses for you every night before bed so they’re clean for you the next day :( ugh, it’s the little things

if you opt to wear contacts instead he would understand why, but he absolutely will not let your insecurities win!

so the next time you put your glasses on, it’s nothing but praise

“You look so good in your glasses! I think you should wear them more often!”

he truly believes that nothing can hinder your beauty so the fact that you think that is crazy to him

kwak jiseok

Jiseok strikes me as the type to also have a thing for people who wear glasses!!

we all know Jiseok is smart, but I can’t help but to think a goofy part of him links glasses to intelligence in his head

so when you tell him you feel insecure about wearing your glasses, he’s just like,

“But, they show people how smart you are!”

“Oh, so you think I look like a nerd?” (☝🏻🤓)

“Wait, baby, no!”

after clarifying over and over again that you don’t! look like a nerd, he’s back tracking and starting over again

“I don’t think you look like a nerd! I think you’re hot! Have I ever told you I have a thing for people who wear glasses? Is it hot in here?”

he’s blushing and tripping over his own feet

truly fighting for his life to get his point across

now any time you feel insecure about your glasses, you just think of Jiseok making a fool of himself because you flustered him too bad, and it makes you smile

so- in his own strange, roundabout way- he replaced a bad feeling with a good one!

oh seungmin

Mr. Fashionista, Oh Seungmin looks at glasses as the ultimate accessory

if you tell him you feel insecure about your glasses, he’s got it covered

he’s styling outfits that he thinks would look great with your glasses

and obviously, you’ve seen how he dresses, so you trust him

he knows it won’t fix your insecurities, but it can help with them!

so you dawn your outfit that he’s laid out for you, and once you start accessorizing?

he’s gone from fashion designer to cheerleader

“See! Your glasses are the perfect finishing touch to tie this outfit together! They look so good on you baby!”

you look in the mirror and you gotta admit…

you look pretty good!!

you’re grateful for his help, and he would gladly do it again if it meant slowly helping you gain confidence

han hyeongjun

quick side note to say that I absolutely 🩷adore🩷 Hyeongjun’s white frames! they look so good on him!

anyways

Hyeongjun knows insecurities can suck, especially if they’re ones you can’t really get around

like, you need to wear your glasses or else you can’t see. no ifs, ands, or buts about it

so he makes sure to tell you how good you look!

so maybe Hyeongjun isn’t the best with vocal praises, but he tries!

he’ll tap the frames of your glasses and say something like “looking good!” with a simple smile

you won’t be able to tell if it was a compliment, a pun, or both- but you appreciate his efforts

maybe he would suggest you both buy matching glasses?

that might sound silly, but if you love his glasses I think he would just suggest that you wear them lol

he just wants to help you feel comfortable or find something you feel comfortable in

lee jooyeon

I hate to say this this way, but Jooyeon wouldn’t get it

HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT—

you tell him you feel insecure and he just goes,

“🤨 why?”

he just doesn’t understand how you could feel bad about yourself???

you’re literally the most gorgeous human he’s ever seen so how could you possibly feel bad about yourself?

“I love your glasses, sweetheart! They look so cute on your face!”

if he notices that they’re crooked or something on your face he would fix them and go, “Gotta make sure my baby looks good!”

if he can tell you’re having a really bad day with your insecurities, he’s right there to help you

standing with you as you look yourself in the mirror, pointing out how good your glasses look

“They compliment your face shape so nicely. They make your eyes pop, and I love your eyes!”

he would be so sweet to you because he knows you deserve to be sweet to yourself :(

taglist: @dazzlingligth , @mini-mews , comment to be added!⁎⁺˳✧༚

#xdinary heroes x reader #xdinary heroes imagine #xdh x reader #xdh imagines #xdh fluff #ot6

[dynamic-power]

psst - it’s kinktober. what are Ian and Mickey’s fave kinks? reply and pass it on

Oh that's a great question, anon.

🎵 let's talk about sex, baby, let's talk about Mick and E

Salt-n-pepa, anyone? No? Just me?

Buckle up because I have a lot to say about this.

Mickey's favorite is to be pushed around and held down. Ian is strong, and Mickey loves it when he shows that off. Mick knows how to push at Ian just right to get himself shoved into or onto the nearest flat surface or lifted up and carried to wherever Ian wants him to be. He doesn't like to hand over all the control, but he loves it when Ian manhandles him. Once, Ian lifts him up, wraps Mickey's thighs around his waist, and pounds into him while they're standing in the middle of the room. He can't do it for long - he's strong, but Mickey isn't exactly light, so he does end up walking them back against a wall - but that handful of thrusts were some of the hottest moments Mickey has ever experienced.

Ian's favorite is come play/sharing. Mickey accuses him of being an animal with the way he "marks his territory" (Mick's words, not Ian's) but Ian doesn't really care. He loves barebacking and watching as his cum leaks out of Mickey, or finishing on his slstomach or back and rubbing it into his skin. He knows it's filthy, but Mickey let's him so he doesn't think twice about it anymore. One time, after blowing Mickey, he tries pushing some of Mick's own semen back into his mouth, and something about watching Mickey completely blissed out and just accepting whatever Ian gave him, swallowing without a second thought has Ian humping the bed and coming before Mickey even gets a hand on him. (They learn that it goes both ways, too; on the rare occasions that Ian bottoms, what really pushes him to orgasm is the feeling of Mickey coming in him)

Mickey's favorite kink of Ian's is voyeurism. He thought Ian would prefer being the one to put on a show, to spread himself out and get himself off for Mickey, but it's actually the other way around. Ian will sometimes walk in on Mickey masturbating, and instead of complaining or teasing or joining, he'll sit back and let Mickey feel himself up, make himself come. Every time this happens, Mickey slows down and draws it out and exaggerates every sound and loves knowing how much Ian is getting off on watching.

Ian's favorite of Mick's is praise. His husband doesn't like to admit to it, but Ian knows he's got a praise kink a mile wide. It doesn't matter if they are having soft, sleepy sex in the early hours of the morning or if Ian is absolutely railing him in the bar bathroom because they just had to have each other right that minute, Mickey loves hearing Ian tell him how good he feels, how hot he is, how amazing he makes Ian feel. It always succeeds in turning Mickey into a puddle of babbling, blushing, sex-drunk goo.

#gallavich #kinktober #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ask dyno #thanks anon!

[mymxnfgh]

hi yinggg! really love how accurate and in-character your headcanons are ❣️❣️

your drawing hcs for goo and lua got me curious on what (kind of) anime would lookism characters be a fan of/won't stop talking about. i would like to know your thoughts about it. 🤗🤗

hope you have a nice day! 🫶🫶

Hello Hi ~~ Aaa tysm for your kind words!! I’m glad you like my HCs!! And your question is really interesting! 💕🌸

Since I already shared my HCs about Goo and Lua I’ll exclude them this time ~

Also I didn’t watch most of these Animes/ didn’t finish watching so I’m sorry if there’s anything wrong with it~

What Animes would Lookism characters watch

Daniel

I feel like Daniel wouldn’t be too big of an Anime fan

probably watched some of the more popular ones (?)

Mostly watches ShounenAnime

One piece (he didn’t watch all of it only a few episodes)

Demon Slayer

Naruto

Bleach

HxH

Vasco

He watches Cartoons more than Anime but sometimes he also watches Anime

Pokemon Go

Detective Conan

Doraemon

Zack

The type who watches Sport Animes

Free!

Haikyuu

Baki the Grappler

and a lot of boxing Animes (I don’t know any though )

Mira and Zoe

Romance Anime, Shoujo, Ghibli Movies all the way~~~!!

They’ve watched Howls moving castle so many times

Kamisama kiss

Your lie in April

Ao Haru Ride

Oh and don’t forget Kimi ni Todoke

At this point I’m just kinda inserting my own favorite Animes 🌸

Johan

Maybe Horror/Psychological/Thriller Animes

The type who prefers to read manga

Junji Ito Collection

Perfect Blue

Neon Genesis Evangelion

Gun

Like Goo, a weeb

All kinds of Animes and he’s kind of just forgets about them after watching them once

BUT I like to think that Gun likes to watch „Yakzua to Househusband“ (I don’t know why it’s just funny to me)

Jake

Has similar taste to Daniel

watches only the popular stuff

Sword Art Online (even though everyone else in Big Deal dislike SAO Jake enjoys it a lot)

Alright ~ these are all of my HCs for now if there’s anything you’d like to add let me know! Once again tysm for the ask! ily and have a great day! 💖💕

#lookism #johan seong #yohan seong #jake kim #daniel park #kim gimyung #zack lee #gun park #lookism headcanons #mira kim #zoe park #anime #lookism vasco #euntae lee

[vdragon-creations]

Meet Mutant Mayhem Sasha!

EDIT AUGUST 4TH: Yeah, sooooo I just finished watching the movie, so a lot of this is gunna be rewritten!

I have yet to see the new MM movie just yet (gunna go see it Friday!), but I can't help myself! (I'll edit any of this if the movie has details that would change any of what I've written.)

I finished drawing out the concepts for Sasha's Mutant Mayhem version! Yes, everyone! She now has ten versions! See my previous post's about her other versions here!

But for now I'd like to introduce MM Sasha!

Mutation!

Sasha was once a normal Cheetah Cub, but she wasn't raised like a normal cub. Sasha and her older brother Kenai where snatched up from their home in Africa by people who where in the "Exotic Pet" trade! This wound up getting to two of them brought to New York to be sold to some shady people. However, Sasha's older brother was able to get them out by attacking one of the men who let him out of his cage to show him off to a buyer.

Now being set free but lost in such an unfamiliar place, Sasha and her brother wondered the streets, doing their best to stay away from human eyes. They fed off birds, Rats, and other smaller animals that they could find. Kenai would help protect Sasha, as she was very much a shy cat and not a fighter in the slightest. And life, while hard, was okay for the most part.

One day, while looking for food, Sasha and her brother where drawn to the sewers by a strange green glow they found. They fallowed it till they saw a sewer drain flowing with a glowing green goo. Sasha accidentally got spooked by a rat running past her tail and ended up falling into it. Kenai went in after her, getting himself covered in the strange goo too! After getting out of the pool of water, Sasha and her brother started to change! Their bodies became more human like, and they became much smarter.

For years they spent their time trying to find a more decent place to stay, and eventually they found themselves setting up a home in an abandoned part of town, in a half demolished apartment building. And there they stayed for 15 years!

Meeting The Turtles!

Well, after The Turtles saved the city from Superfly, and were accepted by the humans and starting school, Mutant's started becoming more comfortable being seen. Sasha and her brother finally decided that they'd start showing the world their talents too! And maybe be the first Mutant Influencers! Kenai started posting himself singing covers of his favorite songs, and eventually got super popular when he started making his own music. Meanwhile Sasha was head deep into the world of Drawing, Anime, and Cosplay. She would handmake (or clawmake in this case) her own cosplays for both popular characters, or just based of things that inspired her! And it didn't stop there, she sewed every piece of clothing she or her brother had ever worn, and loved taking pictures of herself and her brother showing off their new threads! Sasha was a very shy girl, but it was like a switch flipped on inside her when she started cosplaying! She became more confident and open!

One day, Donnie sees Mikey jamming out to a YouTube video of what looks like two mutants singing a duet! Mikey explains that he's been binge watching this cheetah mutant dude for the last few hours, and his music was just so fucking cool! Donnie had a listen, and was about to roll his eyes, until the video moved onto Sasha's part of the duet, and he froze. She was cosplayed as Kyouka Jirou from MHA, and her voice was so damn beautiful. (This must've been how Leo felt seeing April for the first time) He asked Mikey if he knew who that was, and Mikey (knowing exactly what was happening to his brother) told him that this was the singers sister. Donnie looked for her on Instagram and Tik Tok, finding her going by the name "Citty Cat Cosplay"! He was hooked instantly, she loved posting about all the anime she was watching, sharing playlists of her favorite K-Pop and J-Pop songs, and Showing off all the cool art and outfits she was making.

This continued for a few months, when by chance, he and his brothers heard some of the other human students that two new mutants had just enrolled at the school! This was pretty exciting, as they kinda wanted some more mutant friends! But after about a week, they still hadn't seen them, and just thought the other student's were just playing a prank. That was until one day, Donnie was stopping by one of the soda machines on his way to his Computer Club meeting. After grabbing his soda, he heard the sound of someone starting to put a coin in the machine next to him. It almost spooked him, since he didn't even hear footsteps! His head whipped to see a Cheetah mutant girl reaching for a soda, but she was frozen in place. Staring right at him.

He knew exactly who she was, even without the cosplay on, her eyes where a dead give away. And Sasha stared in awe at him too, she knew that The Turtles that saved the city went to this school, but she hadn't seen any of them since enrolling. And yet, here was one right in front of her! She remembered him from the news footage when fighting Superfly, He was the one with the stick and glasses. She also noticed the JoJo hoodie he was wearing and felt some butterflies stirring around in her stomach. He was a lot cuter in person! The two of them just stared on for a few more minutes, before Sasha just stood up straight and quickly turned her back to him and sped walked away. Donnie tried to call back out to her, as she left her drink, but his words wouldn't come out.

He ended up running all over to find Mikey to tell him what just happened, but as he found his brother, he saw Mikey was talking to the brother of Sasha. Mikey introduced him to Kenai, and not so smoothly implied that Donnie was a huge fan of his sister. Kenai was actually pretty happy to hear this, as his sister really needed to try and make more friends, and offered to take him to her.

At first, things didn't go quite so well, as Sasha was so scared of them that she scurried under her workbench to hide. But after Donnie explained that he was giving her the drink she bought and was a huge fan of her content, she seemed to open up a bit more. They then started talking about anime, games, and as soon as K-Pop was brought up, the two could not shut up! Eventually, Sasha started talking to all The Turtles and April, offering them to make outfits if they ever wanted to go to Comic Con with her one day!

Her Relationship With The Turtles!

Leo~ She's not above taking jabs at him like his brothers are, but she's not nearly as cruel about it as they can be. She may be a big cat, but she's got the heart and constitution of a new born kitten. She likes his style of dress, as it's a bit like what she would wear normally herself.

Raph~ She's honestly a bit spooked by him, as he's very much the opposite of her personality wise. Loud, Outgoing, Strong, and Violent! But she is able to tell when he just needed a bit of time to himself, or needs someone to talk to. And she's always down to be that ear for him.

Mikey~ Despite his brothers not thinking he's all that funny, Sasha genuinely seems to think he's hilarious! When she's down in the dumps or needing someone to talk to, he's a pretty safe choice for her turn to with her troubles.

Donnie~ These two are like a match made in nerd heaven! They both feed into each others obsessions and could talk for hours or days about almost anything! The two share their hobbies, skills, and wishes with each other all the time. Sasha was worried that they only had a Parasocial Relationship, but after coming to terms with the fact that Don seemed to genuinely care for her and not just her content, and that she had started to catch some feelings for him too, that fear was quickly evaporated. They're the best of friends, and perhaps, more then that one day.

#tmnt #sasha the cheetah #tmnt oc #my art #oc #oc x canon #sketch #fan art #sasha x donnie #mutant mayhem donatello #mutant mayhem #tmnt fandom #MM Sasha #mm tmnt #MM Donnie #mm donatello #tmnt mutant mayhem

[angelicsentinel]

Heartlight

Title: Heartlight Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito Author: AngelicSentinel Rating: Teen Relationships: Kudo Shinichi/Kuroba Kaito Characters: Kudo Shinichi, Kuroba Kaito Additional Information: First Kiss, Mutual Pining, Romance, Fluff, Making Out, Light Angst, Alternate Universe - Soulmates Word Count: ~6,000 Summary:

"Why seek me out?" Shinichi asked.

"I brought gifts for everyone on the nice list, and you missed yours."

Shinichi leaned back, rubbing at his cold hands before tucking them under his armpits. The night had grown colder, and he'd left home without an overcoat. "Wouldn't think I'd make the nice list, being a critic and all." He jiggled his foot against the frosted grass.

Notes: This is my second gift for @altumvidetur for the 2022 KaiShin secret santa as hosted by @dcmkkaishinevents. Written for the prompt "first kiss."

So uh, I wrote two because I became blocked on one and wrote another just in case, got stuck on the second, but then managed to finish the first one. Since I had done so much on the second already, I decided to finish it and post both. Hope you enjoy!

As always, mirror on Ao3

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The large hall was dark and foreboding, lit only by moonlight and the dim light coming from the heavy double doors that led to the study.

The moon had always reminded Shinichi of the Kaitō KID. It was enticing with its pale allure, outshining the stars, but ever so distant in its manner and form, even at perigee. Likewise, KID was always larger than life, ever so present, flickering and playful, yet there was infinite space between them. Even so, Shinichi couldn’t help but be caught in his orbit.

He watched the moon's pale face through the tall arched windows of the mansion, thinking about him. That mischievous smirk, that irritating attitude of his, the way they made such a good team—

Now they really only came together at heists, and it was just challenging each other.

Shinichi surprised himself by missing the times they worked together, playing off one another’s strengths. He liked the challenges and facing off against him, it was just—

Something was missing. It wasn't enough, not anymore.

"Ah! Shinichi-kun!" Inspector Megure said as he came out of the study, drawing Shinichi's attention away from his thoughts. "I didn't think you'd still be here. Didn't you say you had somewhere else to be tonight?"

Shinichi blinked. "What?" Then he looked down at his watch. "Augh!" He bounced on his feet, looking from the scene of the crime to the front door, torn.

Megure shook his head. "Let us do our jobs. You've helped as much as you possibly can. Go."

Shinichi didn't waste any time, racing out the door and towards the museum.

“Damn it!” Shinichi cursed, glancing at his watch. He was so late! 

He darted up the steps and ducked under the cordon, lifted up by a helpful officer, and sprinted into the museum, after which he slowed his steps to a walk.

Shinichi’s footsteps echoed off the marbled floor throughout the tall arches of the hallway, and he raced to the entrance of the gem exhibit where he paused at the open arched door. 

The task force’s shouts were loud as they dogpiled the place KID was just standing. Still, they were almost comforting. There was something to be said for habit, and this was one Shinichi was long used to.

KID backflipped off a display case with a wild laugh, and the ghost of a smile curled across Shinichi’s face. He stayed behind the cordon at the Beika Museum of Natural History with the rest of the crowd. Just this once, Shinichi was in no mood to go chasing after the thief. He had declined to go to the heist at first, but KID’s heists invariably cheered his increasingly melancholic moods. 

KID was always a delight to watch. Just being in the presence of his sheer exuberance improved Shinichi’s mood immensely. Dressed for the season with a glowing red nose and antlers sticking out of his hat, KID danced around giving the task force particularly dangerous presents. Some of them exploded with goo. Others had glitter bombs. Still others contained thoughtful gifts, and it was this last thing which made KID’s prank so successful. The task force never knew which of the gifts were rigged, and he had prepared one safe present for each task member, so they never knew if they were opening a legitimate present or not. 

Even Inspector Nakamori had fallen for it; he was inordinately pleased with his brand new tie KID had given him and was fighting not to show it. He was also covered with shaving cream, which had somehow managed to miss his new tie. KID was skilled in that way. 

An intermittent gleam from KID’s chest twinkled in and out every time he looked at Shinichi, but it had to be a trick of the light. It couldn’t be what he thought it was. 

Shinichi closed his eyes, letting the noise wash over him, and inhaled deeply. He'd watched KID's performance. It was time to go. He slipped through the crowd and out the door into the humid winter night, leaving the shouts behind him. The damp chilled him to his bones, and he fought off a shiver. Still, the cold was bracing, and it helped him feel better. 

Only the slightest sliver of crescent moon shone overhead, and the lights from the city drowned out its futile gleam. 

Shinichi meandered through Beika, hands in his pockets and shoulders tucked in against the cold. He could go home, but why? It was also cold, and large, and empty. At least here the sounds of the city surrounded Shinichi, burying him in the white noise. He took a turn for the park. 

This late at night, Beika Park was dark, lit only by distant streetlamps. Shinichi avoided the lit areas and sat down on a bench behind a row of trees on the bank of the Serpentine, watching the calm, quiet waves in the dark. A curtain of diamonds shone above in the black.

Two stars fell in synchrony, arcing across the sky, leaving a brilliant fiery trail. Shinichi watched them until they disappeared, and made a wish.

Behind him, leaves rustled in the low wind. They masked quiet footsteps, so Shinichi wasn’t aware he was no longer alone until someone spoke. 

“You arrived late, and then you left my heist early. Was something lacking in the presentation?" KID asked quietly. Something bright flashed behind Shinichi.

When Shinichi turned, it was gone. "No. It was a wonderful performance," he said, watching KID’s posture relax before turning back around, staring at the dark waves on the lake. He leaned forward on his arms. "I didn't think you'd notice," he added.

"Of course I did," KID said, walking around the park bench and sitting down next to Shinichi. "A good artist always keeps track of his critics. I also noticed you didn't assist the task force tonight."

"I didn't feel like it," Shinichi said.

"I see."

A measured silence.

"Why seek me out?" Shinichi asked.

"I brought gifts for everyone on the nice list, and you missed yours."

Shinichi leaned back, rubbing at his cold hands before tucking them under his armpits. The night had grown colder, and he'd left home without an overcoat. "Wouldn't think I'd make the nice list, being a critic and all." He jiggled his foot against the frosted grass.

"That's what makes you the nicest," KID said, and wrapped his cape around Shinichi's shoulders; he startled at the touch, though, and KID laughed and said, "Easy, easy. It's just me." In his other hand he held out a deep blue box, covered with silver sparkles and a glittering, silver bow.

Shinichi narrowed his eyes at it. "And it's going to have shaving cream or exploding glitter in it—"

"No," KID said, shifting so their bodies touched, and pulling his cape more tightly around Shinichi as he shivered. His side was almost painfully warm, Shinichi had been out in the cold so long without a coat, and he couldn't help but press himself more closely against him. That in turn made KID wrap an arm around his waist. "It won't, I promise."

"I'll hold you to that," Shinichi said, and opened the box. Inside was another box of midnight blue, the outside made of crushed velvet. It looked like a box in which jewelry came. "This isn't some kind of box-in-a-box trick, is it?" 

"No," KID said again, and something in his voice made Shinichi glance up. If Shinichi didn't know better, he'd almost say KID was nervous.

Running a finger over the box, Shinichi opened it. The contents were what he thought. It was jewelry: a silver necklace with a heart-shaped pendant covered in white stones. The center held a heart-cut blue stone. It also had a latch; Shinichi flipped it open to see a preserved four-leaf clover.

"KID, is this some kind of joke?" Shinichi asked with a grin. It was a good one. Much more subtle than the ones he gave at the heist. The locket was beautiful.

KID was not grinning. Instead, he said, "I am giving you my heart, Detective."

It took Shinichi a long moment to process, and then he blushed all the way down, suddenly hot all over. He was now aware that he'd pressed KID the length of his side, seeking out his heat, and the way they were sitting, KID's cape wrapped around Shinichi, was cozy and intimate. His heart rabbited in his chest.

Idiot, he said to himself. It's just KID. 

"But we're both men?" he said, at least partially to give himself more time to think, but KID merely tightened his grip on his waist.

"That, I believe, is precisely the point," KID said, reaching up to cup Shinichi's jaw, running his thumb across his lips.

Shinichi parted his lips in surprise, and KID leaned in, tilting his head. He searched his eyes for a moment, and finding what he was looking for, he pressed his lips to his.

Soft, was Shinichi's first thought. His second was warm. Then Shinichi had no more thoughts at all as KID mouthed his bottom lip and kissed him again. He kept kissing him, his mouth firm and insistent, his grip tight around his waist, and Shinichi kissed back, just as insistent, pressing forward, seeking him out.

Somehow Shinichi's hand found its way into KIDs hair and he pinned KID back against the bench. 

Was this what he was missing? Is this why he went to KID's heists? Searching for that spark that he and Ran had lost?

They broke away only when they could no longer breathe. Shinichi was practically in his lap. KID had his gloved fingers curled against his own lips, watching Shinichi, stunned, his cheeks scarlet.

Something cold slid against Shinichi’s collar as he leaned back, and he looked down to find KID had put the locket around his neck at some point when they were kissing. Shinichi grasped it in his palm. “Your heart, huh?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“I thought you stole things, not gave them,” Shinichi said, dropping the locket. It fell against his chest, warm from his palm.

“I’m intent on stealing yours,” KID said, tracing nonsense figures against Shinichi's neck before moving down to his chest.  

“Idiot,” Shinichi said. “Like you don’t already have it.”

KID paused for a moment before continuing to stroke his chest, drawing circles around the locket. “I admit I wasn’t certain,” he said. “Things between us are…contentious.”

Shinichi laughed. “That’s one way of putting it,” he said, and then kissed the corner of his mouth, letting his lips linger against his skin. 

“Ah,” KID said, leaning into it. ”In that case, it is only polite that you have something in which to fill the hollow left behind,” KID murmured against his lips. 

Shinichi tilted his face into his, so their faces were pressed together. That was well and good until Shinichi brushed his nose against KID's cheek.

"Cold!" he said, pulling away and rubbing at his cheek. He plucked something out of his pocket and stuck it on Shinichi's nose. He nearly went cross-eyed trying to see what it was.

Ah, the red reindeer nose, blinking happily. KID quickly followed with some earmuffs that had antlers attached to the top; Shinichi hadn’t realized it, distracted as he was, but the cold had been burning his ears. 

“Better?” KID asked, tilting his head. 

Shinichi blinked. “Yeah,” he said, slightly nasally from the flashing nose. “But I look ridiculous.”

“Better than shaving cream or glitter?” KID asked, eyebrows raised.

“Much.” Shinichi agreed with that much, he supposed. “I guess it’s pretty clever to work with what you have.”

“Hmm, it is freezing out here,” KID said. “I should probably get you home. You’re not properly dressed.” He attempted to extricate himself from Shinichi’s grip, but Shinichi wouldn’t let him go. 

“I don’t want tonight to end,” Shinichi said, leaning his head on his shoulder. “Not just yet.”

“You, clingy?” KID shook his head. “I never would have guessed.”

“I’m cold. You’re warm. If you pull away, I’ll be cold again,” Shinichi tightened his grip around him. “It’s logical.”

“I see. Purely logical. Makes sense.” KID was being indulgent, playful. A wave of fondness rushed up and filled Shinichi’s heart. "But we can't stay out here forever, hmm." 

KID was silent for a long moment, finger tapping his kiss-bruised lips. By this point, the cold had left Shinichi almost entirely. He was almost hot, surrounded by his warmth. "Can I trust you?" he asked Shinichi, and how was Shinichi supposed to take that?

"I don't think you should," Shinichi said, for lack of anything better to say, and when KID didn't say anything after a long moment, Shinichi added, "It is Christmas, however, and since I don't have a gift prepared, anything said or done on this night I'll take to my grave."

KID licked his lips. "Anything?"

"One night only," Shinichi said, already regretting it. For good measure, he reached into his pocket, turned his phone to airplane mode, then shut it off. 

"Very well," KID said. "Then I have a place we can go." He slid his hand into his, and entwining his fingers with Shinichi's, he stood. He wrapped his cape tightly around Shinichi like a cloak, then in a puff of smoke, the rest of his outfit disappeared, turning into something dark, his silk hat now a ball cap pulled low over his eyes. Then he pulled Shinichi into the night.

The night was still, punctuated only by the yowl of a startled cat and quiet, distant traffic. KID's wandering path sent them through the park, down a couple of blocks, through some adjacent alleyways, and finally, up a fire escape of a small, older building. Shinichi didn't think he could remember the way even if he was asked.

KID's lockpicks made quick work of the half-size access panel, and then he pulled him into the room.

Surprisingly, it was a full-size room, if a bit small, and mostly finished, sheetrocked and wired. Only the rafters were left open. Someone had made it a small apartment, and it hadn't been KID.

He had, however, run differing strands of blue and white festive lights throughout the rafters, so they dangled down like stars. In the corner were a couple of futon and a pile of pillows and blankets, looking like a little nest. 

Another area was closed off with a wall and half-open door; it was a bath. An actual bath with a full bathtub. In the corner was another closed door and a space heater.

A small television sat on a milk crate and it was surrounded by stacks of books and a few old newspapers, neatly folded. A half-size refrigerator, microwave, and hotplate completed the ensemble.

"I take it this is a bolt hole?" Shinichi asked.

"One of them, yeah," KID said. A threat if Shinichi ever heard one.

"One of the first, and probably the most established, if I had to say so." KID's tense posture told Shinichi he was correct, but threatening him wasn't his intent, so he said, "You don't have to worry. I'm as good as my word. Your secret is safe with me."

"Is that so?" KID murmured, pulling him close.

"Yes," Shinichi said, settling his arms around his lower back.

"Be careful," KID said, tightening his grip. "That might make me inclined to share more than I should."

"I won't make use of anything that happens tonight. Anything," Shinichi stressed.

"Including my face?"

"Anything," Shinichi repeated, heart in his throat.

He swallowed thickly as KID gave a half smile and took off his hat and monocle, tossing them to the side. He took off Shinichi’s nose and earmuffs, then leaned over for a kiss, one that Shinichi was only too happy to receive.

"What about it, detective? Do I pass muster?" KID asked.

Shinichi cupped his face. Still real. "More than," he said.

KID kissed him again, firm but chaste, until Shinichi was breathless again.

Then he turned, pulling off his black clothing and then his suit coat, shrugging off the dark cotton trousers and hanging the coat up in the corner so it wouldn't wrinkle. His belt followed, his shoes tucked neatly under the coat.

"Getting undressed?" Shinichi asked weakly, heart in his throat, excitement thrumming through his body.

"Getting comfortable," KID said. “It’s supposed to be below zero until well into the morning. Since you left home without a coat,” here he shot him a glare, “I figured we’d wait here until in the morning.” He cleared his throat. “Unless you have something pressing.”

The room cut off the wind, and it was small enough just their body heat made it tolerable, though still cold. KID arranged the space heater and turned it on.

“No, nothing pressing,” Shinichi said. “Though I do wonder how we’re going to spend the time.”

“Do you?” KID asked, his voice dropping an octave. “I can think of a few things.”

Shinichi blinked, caught flat-footed. “Um.” His mind had gone completely blank at the suggestive tone to his words, and suddenly it was hard to breathe again. 

Idiot, he said to himself once again. It's just KID. KID looking at him with promise in his eyes, with desire. 

Yeah, that line didn’t work on Shinichi the first time, either. He wrapped his cape tighter around himself and swallowed again, shifting on his feet. 

How had they gotten here? “One night only,” Shinichi said, almost a whisper, staring at the futon, and so he missed the despair that crossed KID’s face. It would have matched Shinichi’s own. “I’d like that,” he said, voice louder, and licked his lips. “Things.”

KID pasted on a smile. It seemed a little false, but Shinichi wasn’t sure what gave him that impression. “We could always play cards instead.”

“Using the ammunition for your card gun, right?” Shinichi said, interested despite himself. 

KID's smile widened, much more genuine. "Why, detective! Are you trying to gumshoe my secrets out of me?"

Shinichi's grin matched his. "Look, I've got one night to get everything out of you, and anything I get, I can't use. You might as well give me everything."

KID touched his hips, guiding him towards the futon. "Giving you everything, hmm?" They sat down on the futon, backs against the wall. "Why don't you start the interrogation, then?"

"Why me?" Shinichi asked quietly.

"Why not you, detective?" KID pulled his knees up to his chest. "Don't we work well together? Aren't you interested in how it might work? What we could achieve?" 

Shinichi laughed. "You make us sound like business partners."

"Perhaps I should return this interrogation to you. Why did you kiss me back?"

Hmm. That was a question. Why did Shinichi kiss him back? "Loneliness, maybe?" Shinichi said slowly.

"I can work with that," KID said.

"No, I. I let you get close," Shinichi said. "It happened without me realizing it. When you kissed me, it suddenly made sense."

"Ah, habit! How romantic," KID said, stretching out and curling around Shinichi.

"It's not habit! At least, not just habit," Shinichi amended. "You challenge me."

"You were not looking for that challenge tonight," KID said.

Laughter bubbled up from Shinichi's throat despite himself. "Aww, were you hurt that I didn't participate?" He unwrapped KID's cape, sharing it with him.

"Very," KID said seriously, laying his head against his chest. Shinichi had a very good view of his collarbones, framed by his loose tie and the undone top two buttons. He thought he might particularly like to kiss the dip under his neck, just to see what KID would do. 

"Lucky for us then that heists are just a medium," Shinichi said, tucking KID in. "We still have lots of ways we can challenge one another."

“Sounds intriguing. What do you have in mind?” KID asked. 

Shinichi said nothing, fingers under KID's chin. He tilted his chin up and kissed him. It was nice, Shinichi reflected, to have him so close. All the things he never thought about, that he never let himself think about…they didn’t matter anymore. KID was close, his lips on his. His body heat mesmerized Shinichi. He was so startlingly hot Shinichi could just melt against him, and so he did. 

He lost track of time. All Shinichi knew when he pulled away was that KID’s shirt had become unbuttoned. His flushed skin contrasted with the white of his suit, and Shinichi wanted to see him even more disheveled.

"Is this how interrogations are supposed to work, detective?" KID asked as Shinichi pressed him to the futon, straddling his thighs and pinning his arms above his head.

"Hmm. I think I'm learning a lot," Shinichi said, moving his tie to the side and trailing a finger down his lean pectoral. Toned muscle, hidden by a soft layer. Shinichi jerked his shirt open wide and splayed his hands across his chest, running his palms across his nipples.

KID's breath hitched, and his hands settled on Shinichi's hips.

Shinichi tapped the left side of his torso, close to his heart. "Starburst pattern," he said. "Hollow. Gunshot," he concluded, before fingering a small scar. "The gem that saved you cut you," he said, tracing the line.

"Yes. It was the Blue Birthday," he said. KID was trying to control his breathing, but he was having difficulties, just from Shinichi's proximity. A heady feeling surged through Shinichi, making him dizzy.

He had to ground himself. "You're getting shot at," Shinichi said. "Who's shooting you?" Shinichi asked.

"Detective, do we have to talk about this now?" KID asked.

In lieu of an answer, Shinichi kissed the dip in between his collar bones. KID made a strangled noise, so Shinichi kissed the curve of his neck, up the line of it, and finished with one to his jaw. Then he kissed back down, humming as he reached his sternum. Then he licked a line between his pectorals, tracing the ridge until he reached a nipple. 

KID hissed. Shinichi swirled around the nub with the tip of his tongue before mouthing it with his lips and then kissing it. KID buried his fist in his hair, arching up into his mouth, so Shinichi did it again.

Shinichi licked a line to the other side before performing the same routine, rewarded by a gasp from KID and more writhing. 

Lifting his head, Shinichi said, "No."

"'No' what?" KID asked, and Shinichi laughed.

"So this body is KID's canvas," Shinichi mused. "Adaptable and chameleon. Beautiful."

"Oh, detective. You'll make me blush," KID said.

"That's the plan," Shinichi said, trailing his finger down the line of his stomach to his navel before circling it. It was then he noticed something had risen. "Pervert," he said, blushing.

"Detective, I am only a mortal man and you've been very handsy," KID said.

Yes. Shinichi knew far too well KID was mortal, even if he forgot sometimes, the way that KID seemed larger than life.

Shinichi touched the starburst scar. "I'm going to make it so you never have to go through this again."

KID blinked. "Detective?"

"I mean it. I'll find them, even if you won't tell me." He glared at the bullet hole, and KID took his hand from his scar and held it.

"You have your own problems," KID said.

"I do. And they include you now.” He leaned over his body once again, kissing his collar over and over, trailing kisses back over the left part of his shoulder, kissing back up his neck. He feathered kisses all along KID’s jaw, and then attempted to kiss the corner of his mouth again. Instead, KID turned his head into the kiss, tired of the teasing. Shinichi didn’t have a problem with this either, and kissed him gladly, nipping his bottom lip, soothing it with a questioning tongue. 

KID let him in. It wasn’t so long ago that this would have been something unusual, but now it was more natural than breathing. He and KID just fit together, even like this. Watching him at the heist, Shinichi knew something was missing, that he needed something else, something more, but he didn’t know it would be this. Perfection encapsulated in this singular moment, something grand, something special. He could do this the rest of his life and never get tired of it; the slide of their twin tongues, the needy way that KID sought him out, the obsessed way that he responded. 

“I’m a problem?” KID asked, breathless, when Shinichi pulled away. 

“You’re a big problem,” Shinichi said, shaking his head at him. “What am I supposed to do with you, huh?” he asked, rubbing circles over his heart. “How am I supposed to protect you if you won’t let me?”

“Protect me?” KID asked, tilting his head. “I’m not helpless, you know.”

“I know, I just.” Shinichi bit his lip. “I just don’t want to lose you before I even know you. If I can help—”

KID took his hand in his. “The sentiment as it’s meant is endearing. My dear, dear detective,” KID said, cupping his face and caressing the sweep of Shinichi’s cheek with his thumb. “Alas, but we are two different stars, falling together but with a different trajectory. Our paths were not meant to have the same end.”

“You're the one that gave me your heart, KID," Shinichi said. "Isn't it mine to do with as I please?" 

"My heart, not the rest of me," KID said.

"Oh, I see," Shinichi said, although he didn't really see at all. Instead, he rose from his position on top of KID and stood, straightening his suit. He dusted himself off, and then walked towards the little half door.

It took KID a moment to process what Shinichi was doing, but then he was on his feet in a flash, racing across the small room and grabbing his wrist. "Shinichi, don't go!"

Shinichi turned. "Why shouldn't I?"

"Because—" he trailed off. Shinichi rarely saw him at a loss for words. "I want you here," he finished quietly.

"I'm not someone you can just dismiss," Shinichi said, tugging his arm out of his grip. "And if you're not even going to listen to me, it makes me wonder if this can even go anywhere."

"It can, it's just," KID fell to silence again. 

Shinichi laughed, but this time it was bitter. He stepped forward, closer to the door, only to have KID wrap his arms around him and press his face to his back. "Stay with me," KID said.

"Tonight?" Shinichi asked.

"Forever."

"KID—"

"You have to understand. I am used to doing things alone," KID said. "It will take me some time to accustom myself to having someone beside me."

"Like that excuses it," Shinichi grumbled, but he had no desire to leave. He only wanted to make KID understand.

"People will inevitably get hurt. I would rather bear that myself." His grip around Shinichi's stomach tightened.

"Idiot. You don't need to protect me. I'm not helpless either. We can work together." He turned around in his embrace and gathered KID into his arms. His warm body heated Shinichi down to his bones.

"Detective," KID said before pausing. He opened his mouth. Then he shut it. Then he opened it again before biting his lip instead.

He leaned in, pressing half his face against half of Shinichi's, close enough to whisper in his ear. "My name is Kaito."

Shinichi's breath left his body. "Sure you can trust me with that much?"

"One night only," KID said with a soft smile. “You’re as good as your word. For one night only, I can trust you with everything.” He swallowed. “I find myself wanting to.” He reached into his pocket and pressed a button and soft music began playing from speakers hidden in various corners of the room. Shinichi couldn’t spot them at first glance. 

The soft sound of a cello and piano—the opening notes of Pachelbel's Canon in D. Kaito took Shinichi’s hands into his, sweeping him across the small room. Shinichi let him take the lead. “Are we getting married?” Shinichi asked. “It’s quite a ways from our first kiss we shared tonight.”

“Shinichi, I have one night to work with. Cut me some slack here,” Kaito said, swirling him around. 

Shinichi decided he’d be better off if he took the lead before KID got any ideas; to his surprise, Kaito was only too willing to follow. "You're forgiven," Shinichi said primly with a disdainful sniff, and they both laughed so hard they fell against each other, clutching each other for support.

It wasn't exactly funny, but something was just so…Shinichi didn't have the words. Magical, maybe, but it didn't feel right. Special? 

Like untouched fresh-fallen snow, the kind that would melt in the morning under the warm winter sun. Beautiful and pristine and so very fragile.

They danced until the song changed, and Kaito turned the music down, then leaned in for another kiss. Shinichi was growing addicted to them. They kissed again, and a twinkling bright light grew between them, expanding until it flashed brightly in a splash of color.

"Oh," Shinichi said, eyes wide.

Kaito's blue shirt was still unbuttoned, and glittering just in front of his chest was a small white star, iridescent and sparkling.

He'd been right. Kaito's heartlight had been in danger of escaping his chest all night.

"When you said you were giving me your heart, I thought you meant it as a metaphor," Shinichi said.

Kaito's face fell, and he clutched at his light, covering it, but it was too bright. It shone through his fingers. He held it close to his chest, trying to force it back in, but it wouldn't return, so he just stood there helpless, heart in his hand.

The air was still. Shinichi heard his own heartbeat loud in his ears. He reached out. “May I,” he asked, his voice as soft as the shadows flickering with the beat of KID’s heart. 

The silence was deafening. Shinichi didn’t move. One twitch would shatter this moment forever. They stayed in that moment for an eternity, gazing into each other’s eyes, the space between them lit up by Kaito’s twinkling heart. 

“Of course,” Kaito said finally, voice as soft as a whisper. He held out his hand, his face lit by a rainbow of color. 

Cognizant of the trust Kaito was showing towards him, Shinichi took it from his hand with a delicate touch, cradling it between his own two. He leaned down, pressing a kiss against the fluttering warmth. 

Kaito gasped, face slackening, so Shinichi did it again, pouring all the affection he felt into the kiss. 

It wasn’t love. Not quite yet. But it was enough to make Kaito’s heart squirm in his hand and inch towards Shinichi’s own chest. 

“Detective,” Kaito breathed as Shinichi brought it closer and let it rest against his heart. He knew he was half in love with KID already. He just hadn’t recognized that love for what it was.

It was so obvious in retrospect. 

The little ball of light sank down into his chest; Shinichi inhaled, deep and shuddering, as Kaito’s warmth suffused his entire body. It settled down into his chest, curling next to Shinichi’s own heartlight. 

Kaito fell against him, his breathing ragged, clutching at him with desperate hands. “Please,” he begged into Shinichi’s neck. It was everything to let it rest there, to let it resonate. In return, Shinichi’s light curled around Kaito’s like a guardian, protecting him from the shadows outside. 

Shinichi didn’t want to part them. But it was unfair for Kaito to give him his soulstar and then for Shinichi to keep him heartless in the dark. 

Biting his lip, Shinichi untied his tie and then shrugged off his shirt. Then he helped Kaito do the same until they were standing shirtless before one another. 

It took surprisingly little time for Shinichi to coax his heartlight out of his chest. Shinichi’s wasn’t an iridescent rainbow; it was a dimmer star made of cool blues and somewhat small. He held it out to Kaito, who took it like it was precious anyway, and he held it against his chest. It sank inside easier than Shinichi suspected and settled like it had always belonged there. 

Love thrummed through Shinichi's chest from Kaito's heartlight. Likewise, his soulstar teased at Shinichi's light as it flowed through Kaito, stoking the brightness, playful and sure.

"You—" Kaito began, uncertain.

"Me," Shinichi said with a smile.

"You know, in the old days they would have considered this as binding as a marriage," Kaito said.

“Then yes,” Shinichi said. 

His words struck Kaito speechless. Left bereft of words, he pulled him into another kiss instead. 

Kaito's heart raced in Shinichi's chest. Likewise, he could feel his own speeding up in Kaito's. They began to resonate with one another, sparking light flickering from each of their chests, before settling down into their new homes.

Lifting his head, he grabbed Shinichi's hand and pulled him back to the futon, laying down next to him so they were face to face, then covered them both with several thick blankets.

"Your heart's been mine for a long time, hasn't it?" Shinichi asked.

"Yes," Kaito admitted. "Pathetic, huh?"

"Brave," Shinichi said. He reached over and caressed his cheek. "No hiding from me, not tonight."

The festive lights twinkled above them, casting the whole safe room in a haunting blue glow. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. Shinichi wanted to reach out and touch.

Then, he realized he could. He shifted under the blankets and rolled over on top of him. 

“Detective…?” Kaito asked. He hissed as Shinichi kissed the juncture of his shoulder, up his collar, followed by the hollow of his throat, then along the curve.

“Mmm, Kaito,” Shinichi murmured against his neck. “I really would prefer it if you would call me Shinichi."

"Shinichi," he breathed. 

"You know," Shinichi said conversationally against his neck, "About this one night thing—" he trailed off, kissing the edge of his jaw and just under his ear.

"What?" Kaito asked, shifting underneath him, tensing up.

"I was just thinking about it," Shinichi said, plying him with kisses. "How anything goes tonight."

"Yes, and? What was your conclusion?" Kaito asked, breathless and squirming.

"Oh, just that it follows that I really can't do anything about anything that happens in the future outside the foundation of this night, either," Shinichi said, pressing soft kisses across his face. His jawline, his cheeks…he rested his lips against his forehead, holding him close.

Shinichi didn’t speak it aloud, but perhaps it was better that Kaito didn’t tell him about those men in black at his heists. Shinichi had the free rein to investigate on that own

“Meaning?” Kaito asked, and oh, he was tense. 

“I want to be partners,” Shinichi said, running his fingers through his fringe, kissing his forehead, then down the bridge of his nose.

“Working together?” Kaito asked, adorably confused.

“No. Partners,” Shinichi stressed. “Boyfriends. Whatever.”

“Oh, I see.” He grinned. “Boyfriends.”

“Don’t say that. It sounds so juvenile.”

“Whatever, then,” Kaito said, grinning even wider.

Shinichi wanted to kiss that smirk right off his stupid face. "I want to learn everything about you, and argue with you, and do everything with you. I want to challenge you, and struggle with you, and I just," he trailed off.

"...Are you asking me out?" Kaito asked, his smile true and genuine.

To hell with it. "Yes," Shinichi said, and drew him back close.

The night outside was cold and bitter, but underneath the blankets, Shinichi was sweet and warm. He tucked his head against Kaito's chest and just listened to his heart, cradled by Shinichi's heartlight. The locket he'd given him lay against his chest, warm with the heat of their skin.

Tomorrow, things would be different. Tomorrow they would have to figure out so very many complicated messy things to make it work. If they could even make it work, disparate as they were.

But tonight…

Just for tonight…

They cradled each other in their arms and dreamed of forever.

#kaishin #detective conan #dcmk #ksss22 #kuroba kaito #kudo shinichi #soulmate au #fluff #sentinel writes

[masschase]

domestic life 3 and 8 for matt and casey! i genuinely love those two so much and can’t get enough of them :)

Thank you, it is so reassuring to hear people say stuff like this. My brain always tells me no-one wants to hear about my blorbos, haha.

Ship ask meme

All the spoilers warning but also I think I went right off the fucking rails on of the first question. Dear god.

Domestic life 3. How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?

Oooookkkkkkaaaayyyyy listen. I feel so stupid typing this all out here even though those who've finished the fanfic know, because I always feel like on tumblr I maybe possibly present Casey and Matt like two kids who fuck about watching Nyte Blayde and running around shooting shit and dressing up in pretty goth clothes and *occasionally* dabbling in running a ship/planet together. But realistically they are fairly responsible adults, they have a planet to settle down on and resources and an excellent support system. So yes, they do have children and yes, I've known for a long time they were going to even when it's mostly not that era I'm drawing them in.

Again, this may be a bit of a surprise to some but from the age of about 25, Casey kind of decided she wanted kids and quite a few of them. 3 or 4 but probably 4. Told you she thought she was a fucking Kennedy. It's something she'd thought about since she was running for President, the idea of leaving a legacy, the idea of raising a human to adulthood and... she wouldn't admit it but she does actually like kids. She just says they make her uncomfortable and I've just mentioned in the last ask meme she gets that way when she knows she can't really have something.

She knows it's not practical while she's fighting gangs and shit. But she figures when she's President it might be safer. She never really decided if she was going to go back on her views on partnership or go it alone for that. I think she knew it probably still wasn't the most realistic of aspirations.

She starts thinking about it again when they're getting ready to take over the planet, but she's convinced she may die there and has no partner anyway, so her views on it are quite bleak. Of course, once they havr actually finished taking over, bearing in mind she's with Matt by this point, those thoughts start to creep back in. They make vague references to it when talking about the home they are going to build together, and this is kind of where they talk about their options being hide in the past somewhere, fight every time, or run when they need to, and they decide they will lean towards the latter.

She ends up putting her usual issues around talking about stuff like this aside and ends up asking him around 7 months later when her birth control shot is due to run out. It takes almost a year for them to concieve, and she starts getting rather impatient at not being able to control this like she can most things. But it does happen for them.

Matt was encouraged to think about having children perhaps a little earlier than a lot of people, back when Casey was always talking about getting him a partner out of the pods and how they would need to encourage people to repopulate the new planet. He only really pictured having 2 but I don't think he felt too strongly about it, so they quickly settled on 3. Probably for the best seeing as Casey's second pregnancy was twins. 🤣 I was thinking about all the risk factors they'd have for twins(she was 35, tall, possibly still breastfeeding, eats a lot of dairy, it was a second pregnancy, he was only 27 so probably fairly fertile now they were far enough away from the zin goo-based fertility issues) and I thought yeah, let's say that happened. In this case it happened the very first month (on their first full night without their eldest since she was born actually, any guesses when that was? 😉) so... even though they did choose to start trying again it still managed to be a massive shock to them both.

Victory is their eldest, born June 2024, I'm sure some of you saw the picture I snuck out although it's far from perfect. When I made a post back in April about drawing something I couldn't put out bc of spoilers that was it, hehe. She has very curly/wavy mid blonde hair as a kid, and bright blue eyes with a very slight ring of hazel around the iris (I drew this the wrong way around in my picture) Her eyes stay like this into adulthood but her hair gets darker brown, more like Matt's (roots) or Casey's mom's/sister's. In terms of features though I think she looks more like Casey than Matt. She's very intelligent, independent, thoughtful, creative, and quite assertive/bossy.

The twins are 22 months younger, born April 2026, and I think they are identical; a cis boy and as they later find a trans girl, with hazel eyes; the same kind of goldy shade as Casey's for the most part but the outer ring is more grey/blue whereas Casey's is more brown/green. Their hair is also wavy and very blonde as kids but doesn't darken as much as adults; they remain darkish blonde. Their features are a fairly even mix of their parents though (god knows what that looks like 🤣) I'm not certain on names yet at all. Either something similar to Victory's or I quite like the idea of using Apollo and Artemis. Since Artemis is a goddess but gender neutral as a name, so I can see her keeping it, just maybe changing her nickname to Emi rather than what they were using before. But I'm using their names here as placeholders only. The twins are better sleepers than their big sister, also pretty smart, clingier with their parents, especially Apollo, but they're also very boisterous and due to having a big sister as an example, talkative from a lot earlier. Like when they're all toddlers the younger two are running around causing absolute chaos while Victory is laying on the floor trying to draw. Everyone says the twins are gonna grow up acting more like Uncle Gat than their parents. Artemis never stops singing. Apollo is always hungry.

I think Matt probably suggested Nyte Blayde names but Casey brought up that all the ones with cool names are characters at least one of them are attracted to so it wouldn't be appropriate!

I guess this is a good a post as any to get at least a vague thing written out about how they're able to have a safe life. Matt manages to extrapolate the Zin cloaking technology to the entire planet, basically, while he and Kinzie wipe all the data about said technology, and the planet's co-ordinates, from the Zin database, replaced by the message "Ragnarok Wins Forever".

There are still minor insurrections, but Johnny and occasionally a few others mainly take care of those. As for Casey getting to still do what she loves... with gradual improvement, Matt was able to program a simulation as good as the Zin's but without the brain-frying side-effects so that they can fight together any time they have a spare moment to themselves(which is obviously not that difficult, with the Saints making up this big family it's not hard to find someone to take the kids for an hour or so) so she's really not missing out any more than she was on the spaceship. The time inbetween is much more fulfilling than back then though.

Something I decided only recently was that although in theory Matt and Casey could time travel off anywhere for a week when they needed a break and pop back to the same time; surely a dream for most parents, it seems so wrong for them to be out of sync with their own children that they decide not to, until they're adults and can kind of decide to travel separately if they want. Fortunately, again, they do get breaks thanks to the other Saints.

That whole thing with their different schedules is pretty useful by this point. Matt doesn't mind dealing with a few wakeups up until 2/3am while Casey will get up at 5/6am if she has to so they just have to hope the baby might sleep a little longer between those times... maybe... hopefully 😅

So yeah, I have more I could say here but I feel like I've let out a lot of my insanity at once here, lets move onto something more lighthearted immediately. :)

Domestic life 8. Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

Now in theory, Matt would be the one more in a position to do this, because Casey tends to wake earlier. But more likely to convince is a different matter. I think if Casey wanted him back in bed it'd pretty much take her beckoning with one finger. *Maybe* a slight puppy-dog-eyes-and-pout if he's being resistant. Of course it really helps when any complaints about having work to do can be met with:

"Oh really? And who's your Boss again?"

#asks #saints row #sr boss: casey clark #matt miller #sr oc: victory clark-miller #matty x cass #thanks for the ask! #sorry about the unhinged hc dump haha

[bitegore]

this is just a half-finished post or some shit i was planning on wrapping into an actual tutorial with like video and image steps to post to itch.io for a pay what you want type booklet. it's about using layers and tricks to make your art look cooler once it's already done and you cannot be fucking bothered to keep drawing shit but you want it to look more interesting than it does currently, ie, probably how everyone feels at the end of every drawing ever

How to take a mediocre drawing and make it Really Pop: the Bitegore Ooze And Goo Red Dragon Art guide to easily adding effects to your art without changing anything else!

Before anything else, let’s go over: what catches attention?

Strong composition. In this guide we will not do anything to strenghthen your composition. That requires you to draw different, which isn’t lazy and easy. Besides, we love not putting hard work in here. Let’s move on.

Interesting subjects. You get to work that one out, I’m sure you know what interests you more than I do.

High contrast. This is the BIG one we’re going to zero in on.

Bright colors, even if they’re not necessarily high contrast. This is another we can focus on, though, like… less.

The purpose of this is not to tell you how to draw different to make your art better. There’s ways I can tell you to do that, but fuck it, we love easy solutions. Don’t change your art style. Don’t change your process at all! This is all “after the fact” advice.

Before we get into the actual stuff, let’s cover layer settings very quickly. If you want to know how these work in more detail, just play with them or google them because I’m not here to #Learn You A Thing TM about layer settings, just run through them super fast in terms of how they work.

Lighteners:

Screen: makes things lighter. Black is invisible, white is white, everything in between just gets lighter on top by math. Who gives a shit how it works? Not me. The important thing to know is that everything gets desaturated when it gets lighter with screen layers.

Glow Dodge/Color Dodge: makes things lighter again. This time they get more saturated. 100% saturation generally doesn’t change from its most intense color value, and black underneath the lightening layers generally doesn’t get hidden by color or glow dodge layers. These will emphasize any reds, blues and yellows in the image somewhat aggressively, even if your lightening layer is in grayscale.

Add: makes it lighter again! Black is invisible, white is white, everything in between gets lighter on top by math. Different from screen because it makes things brighter faster. This one also desaturates your colors.

Add Glow: This might be a clip studio exclusive, I have no idea. Anyway it’s like Add but it saturates your image pretty intensely, which means I think it’s the best. I use this one in everything for my shading and often for filters as well.

Lighten: Compares this layer to the layers underneath and uses only the colors that make the image lighter. Sometimes adds values together to create an interesting look.

Lighter Color: Compares this layer to the layers underneath and only uses the colors that make the image lighter. There is no blending on this one; it’s essentially a “visible or invisible” logic gate. Tends to look crunchier than lighten layers but preserves colors better.

Darkeners:

Multiply: makes things darker. White is invisible, black is black, everything in between just gets darker because of math. This will saturate things if you use a saturated color and doesn’t desaturate them when you use grays.

Darken: Compares this layer to the layers underneath and uses only the colors that make the image darker. Sometimes adds values together to create an interesting look.

Darker Color: Compares this layer to the layers underneath and only uses the colors that make the image darker. There is no blending on this one either; it’s essentially a “visible or invisible” logic gate. Tends to look crunchier than darken layers but preserves colors better.

Linear Burn and Color Burn: the glow/color dodge of darkening layers. White is invisible, the darker colors will saturate reds, yellows and blues regardless of shading layer color, and the biggest difference is just that linear burn is slightly less saturate-y than color burn.

Other effects:

Overlay: White is white, black is black, everything else gets emphasized. I consider it sort of a blend of color burn and color dodge; that’s basically how it works. It’s excellent for boosting contrast.

Hard Light/Soft Light: Overlay with tweaks. Usually hard light looks darker and more saturated and soft light looks lighter and less saturated.

Difference, Subtract, Divide, Exclusion: four different methods of comparing one layer to the layer below it to create an inverted image along some method or another. The calculations are different, but all of them sort of do the same thing. Play around with them if you want to see what to do with them. Can create some really cool effects when used well. When you put the same image over itself on these settings, Subtract and Difference turns black, Exclusion turns gray, and Divide turns white.

Pin Light: this one is definitely a clip studio ex exclusive, but I love it. If you have csp ex you should play around with it. Mid gray is invisible, white is white, black is black, and saturated colors become that color range. Pin light is weird because it pulls the colors underneath it into a close-to-color range on the color wheel, and the more saturated the color, the more effective it does at this. It never desaturates colors to gray unless it’s completely hiding them. It can mimic an “old polaroid” warm-black effect when the color is lighter than 50% black, and it brings highlight colors down when the color is darker than 50% black. It looks best in middle-saturated middle-brightness values, but you can mess around with it.

Color Correction:

Hue: Changes your colors’ hue, ie, just the part of the color wheel it’s on. Doesn’t tweak saturation at all. Gray will remain gray, 100% saturation will remain that saturated. Good for small color corrections and on-top filters.

Color: Changes your colors’ hue and saturation. Regardless of whatever saturation the image below is, the color you’re using up top is will change every color into that hue and that level of saturation as well as that hue. Useful for coloring on top of grayscale images; usually way too strong for post effects though.

Saturation: Changes your values’ saturation to be whatever this layer’s saturation value is. Doesn’t change the actual hue or anything though. Good for popping some colors up and correcting overly-saturated areas from using stuff like color dodge layers.

Brightness: Changes your values’ brightness to be whatever brightness is up top. Useful for fixing things that your other color effects have broken, such as blown-out areas of shadow from overusing overlay layers.

Presumably your art is finished and you like it. Great! Maybe it’s finished and you don’t like it very much. Still great! Doesn’t matter much really. What’s important is that it’s like, colored or shaded or whatever, there’s some kind of stuff going on in there, and you have no further intention of adjusting the “base” elements. If you do, this will start looking weird, but feel free to mess with it anyway; rules are fake and you can do what you like. More importantly, you can make a “flat” version of it to start adding effects to.

#posting every fic in my notepad++ to make myself do homework tag #not that this one is a fic really.

[nerves-nebula]

NEW MAURENO ART LETS GOO

hkhnjnflsdfs <3 I'm flattered your excited, makes me think I should draw more of her! Which I prolly will once I finish this essay,,,

#nnstuff #ask #asks are sweethearts #maureno badger #nnoc

[apthepotat]

Art dump time! (Part one)

it’s been awhile since I shared my art here but-

i’ve improved since the last time shared it

I believe I didn’t show a single art in this year at all

that’s about to change :D

let’S-A-gOO-

so first we havee

This is actually one of my fav art pieces of 2021 ^^ i saw smth on TikTok how to make this art in just two steps and I love it!- I should do it more hshshs

second we have

my little scrunkly/vvpos

a flustered and sleepy sketches of my babyyyy

he goes by Devy-! And actually I drew him but I’m making updates on his design- once I do that imma show ^^

Here’s more sketches,but this time with his twin XD

tis Devy

And his twin Vir!

That moment when you want to draw both eyes but can’t draw the other so you have to either cover it or make the eye closed for the art not to look weird

My handsome children ✨

nEXT

Another fancy bastard XD he was made jus few days ago

He likes suits and is a cocky son of a biscuit/aff

he goes by Niran ^^

Ah yes one of my first Girl skele ocs ever

I’m proud of the shape of her eyes tbh she looks so prettyY-

Her name’s Nadia :D and she’s a princess ✨

Princess Nadia Dáire (full name Damn) of a kingdom named the Illinid Kingdom in an Au I made awhile ago named Regalistale ^^ She is beauty she is grace and she will slap you in yo the f a c e

Next is her older brother ✨👑

everyone please give it up

fOR HIS MAJESTY

KING IRIS DÁIRE OF THE ILLINID KINGDOMM 👏👏👏👏

The wings are from Ibispaint because I give up drawing wings- aaand as for the pose and chair ref I took it from Pinterest-! However I lost the ref I have no idea where it is now or else I would’ve put it here :,)

Only the character and their design belongs to me ^^

Also I finished this art at 3 AM I didn’t feel like drawing a background cuz I hate drawing them anyways

ah e m

moving on-

did y’all know Ira has 3 sons-?

👀 it’d be a shame not to show at least one of them rn

I’m happy to introduce to you

the Heir of the throne ✨

the eldest of the chialds

HIS royaL hIgHnEsS

Prince Zephyrus DáirEEEE

I adore all my ocs sm :,> I am still so proud of this one even if my coloring style started changing right after this artwork

I adore his clothes and wings most of all HSHSHS

the background again I didn’t feel like drawing it so I took a pic from Google and changed its color schemes and bam

the wings is from Ibispaint again

Anddd-

The pose is from a random picture in Pinterest

:,] again I - I lost it

so

last art work in this one

:] ..

this is my Sona

this is me

✨ hi ✨

XDDDD BAHAHA-

I think this would be it for now-

Don’t worry I’ll make a part two of the art dump :D I still have ton to show

#AP’s art dump #art go brrr #UT Ocs

[4baeksoo]

ok ! today’s ramble

#i get new followers sometimes n so id like to say hi im lyn and i talk too much but only within my tags ok lets goo #i already went out like once today but im gonna go again to get starbucks (it is late but i dont care :u) #id like to finish some stuff for work aaaaand !! #setting up stuff for schools to mail out the info aaaand !!!! #i didnt forget that i said i’d paint demon ksoo i was thinking about that earlier #i think maybe i’ll start on that soon though i was planning for siren/mermaid nini #i will do that too but im Really jonesing for demon soo 👁👁 #for some reason i want to write but i am Not a writer 😣😣 #but i like storytelling 🙁🙁 i need to put that creative energy somewhere ?! i dont think im #ready for comics or really want to do those #okay let me shut up before this place closes 😕 #ah i am not done w that drawing i drew in my personal style though #i was still sick n i was talking to my mom while i was essentially delirious and cried over it dhjfjf god #i dont have the motivation to finish it yet thoughhh #ok stop (@ myself) i really must go #but one last thing— i really want a tattoo and ive been thinking about it every now and then and i think one tattoo i want is of a flower #im still thinking of a design though #ok Yes good done #this was bad

[kimnjss]

how sticky | kth

⇢ pairing: ot7 x reader // taehyung focus. ⇢ genre: smut. // pwp. ⇢ word count: 7.6K ⇢ theme: established relationships.  ⇢ rating: explicit. ⇢ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, poly relationship, handjobs, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), public sex, outdoor sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up lovelies), all the boys wanna kiss yn, cum inside/stuffing, slight over stimulation if you squint. ⇢ A/N: literally this idea came to me while watching the first episode and seeing tae washes the dishes sooo, here you goo!! lmao x also if it seems messy or all over the place, that’s bc i wrote this while streaming dynamite and obvi got distracted . 

Namjoon is the first to spot you, just as you're tugging your suitcase from the trunk of your car. The large grin that takes over his features as he makes his way over to you, brown hair flopping in the wind with each step he takes. A silver pot held in his hands that he must've forgotten the purpose of upon setting sights on you.

“You're here.” He says with a large smile, dimples showing while he leaning down to press a soft kiss to your waiting lips. “Did you eat?”

Just with one look around the backyard, you can tell that they just finished eating. Had hoped to arrive a bit earlier so you'd be able to eat with them. “Not yet,” He looked good, as usual, but oddly more attractive in this outdoor environment.

The blue two-piece outfit, which you had quickly realized was a favorite of his, hung loosely around his body. The muscles in his arms flexed as he kept his grip on the pot in his hand. Eyes turn to half-moons with the way he was smiling at you.

It had been a few weeks since you saw them last. What with their jam packed schedule and you keeping up with the things going on in your own life, there wasn't really time to be together the way you wanted. A constant long-distance relationship with the seven of them, even if they were only a few miles away.

Which was the biggest reason you were jumping on the chance to spend this week with them. Secluded with nothing to do but be together. It had been Jin who had suggested it, finding out that you had the same week free. What better way to spend it then with your boyfriends? Agreement coming from his younger members instantly and to your surprise, the staff was quick to agree as well. 

Most times riddled a distraction, but it seemed that you being here sort of fit the relaxation, recharging theme of this entire trip. Zero complaints from you, of course, you were packing your bags the moment you got the green light.

“I'll make you a plate, wait.”

All of a sudden remembering he had been in the middle of doing something before seeing you. Quick steps are taken into the house with the pot in hand and you're right behind him, marveling at the huge land they had rented out for this. All of the greens of the mountains and grass was a pretty contrast to the bright blue sky, the sparkling lake that you couldn't wait to try out.

And there was so much stuff! Placed all over the place from where you can see, each item matching a different member's personality so well that you could guess who asked for what. 

Joon is coming back, hands-free, but only to grab your suitcase, wheeling it into the house. He's gone talking to whoever is in the kitchen before he's returning, arm easily wrapping around your waist as he leads you down the hill.

“You came here looking refreshed,” He notes, finally saying out loud what he had been thinking since you were pulling the suitcase from the car.

Out of all of them, Namjoon seemed to pay a lot of attention to the way you looked. And no, not just the clothes you wore and how they fit – but like deeper. He paid a lot of attention to your facial expressions more than anything, reading your demeanor as if it was his latest page-turner.

A blessing and a curse, because although he knew when something was bothering you and tried his best to fix it without you saying a word. It was also really, extremely hard to hide things for him. Not that you tried to often.

“It was a nice drive and I'm excited to spend time with you guys,” The smile that takes over your features is causing a flutter in his heart, his large hand landing on your arm that you've wrapped around his torso – walking the rest of the way like that.

Jimin is whipping around at the sound of footsteps approaching, and you're eyes are widening at the sight of him. Unwrapping yourself from Joon's body, you're rushing the rest of your steps hands outstretched to touch the edge of the gat hanging from his neck.

“You actually wore it?” Speaking through a slight giggle and he's grinning, hands finding home on your torso as he playfully rolls his eyes. “Of course I wore it, so you better deliver,”

The result of a drunk game of Truth or Dare between the two of you. He spent the entire night choosing truth, but as soon as he was picking dare you were telling him to wear his new hanbok for the first day of shooting. He was agreeing with a roll of his eyes, boasting about how easy it was.

Then on your turn, he was hitting you with that sly grin of his. 'If I wear my hanbok for shooting, then you need to let me...' Words trailing off as he suggestively wiggled his eyebrows in your direction. You were quick to put two and two together of what he wanted. And you were agreeing because of course, you wanted it too.

With a distracted nod, your eyes are shifting to the moving figure behind him. “Of course, baby. Whatever you want.” Breaking from his grasp just as Namjoon is extending the full bowl in your direction.

You thank him with a wide smile, which he acknowledges with a short nod – going back to cleaning up while you take a seat at the table. Sat eating the food that you can tell was made by Jungkook as you watch your two men move around the yard until Joon is disappearing into the house again. Someone else exiting at the same time.

“I thought I heard your voice!” There's a smile in his voice that you can detect without having to listen very hard. And you're proven right as you lift your head, being met with Hoseok's bright smile. “When'd you get here?” He wonders once he's closer, taking the empty spot beside you.

“Not too long ago,” You speak through the mouthful of food in your mouth, the words you're speaking coming out a murmured mess. 

The smile on Hoseok's face only grows, his hand lifting to push his hair back on his forehead. “I missed you.” A random confession that has heat rising in your cheeks. He always did this. Knew what a few simple words did to your mind and took pleasure in making you flustered whenever possible.

This time was no different. Just three words and you were forced to put extra focus on your noodles. He missed you. Obviously, you missed him – that's a given. But the fact that he, Jung Hoseok actually missed you and was just telling you about it casually. With that smile on his face. Yeah, he knew exactly what he was doing.

“I missed you too.” A delayed reply, but he's not faltering. Doesn't even think twice about what you could have been thinking about in the time it took you to answer. Instead, he's reaching his arm to wrap around your shoulders, pulling your body into his so he's able to press a dozen chaste kisses to the top of your head.

And then just like that, he's releasing you. Not even giving you a moment to react before he's standing from his spot beside you and moving to help Jimin clean up the outside area.

After the third time, you're asked to scoot over, you're standing feeling as though you're in the way of the cleaning. So, you go to find the others that you haven't seen yet. Thanks to a FaceTime call from Jungkook while they were going through the tour, you had a pretty good understanding of the layout of this place.

Heading over the hill to the Upper House, bowl in hand. And you're grinning when you spot Jin standing out front, staring at the line of delivered groceries in front of him. “Jinnie!” You're calling with a wave of your hand, and he's turning around.

“Yn!” He calls, just as loud – waving you over with one frantic hand.

Easily speeding up your footsteps, it's not long before you're standing in front of him. Arms wrapped around his torso in a tight hug. “What are you doing?” He's out of your hold now, bending to lift the bags off the ground.

“Putting groceries away.”

Following behind him, you shovel mouthfuls of noodles into your mouth while sinking down at the island. For a little while, you're able to enjoy your meal and engage in broken chatter was Jin moves in and out of the house.

He's filling you in on all the plans he has for this trip and the things he's excited about and you listen with a smile on your face. Loving the way he looks when he's completely in his element, eyes sparkling as he talks about being able to fish with Yoongi.

Speaking of Yoongi. Sauntering out from God knows where, white tee hanging loose – revealing a bit of his chest, baggy black jeans that you've now decided is the only thing you ever want to see him in. His hair is unkempt, laying messily over his forehead and only slightly covering his eyes.

There's a smirk on his face when he notices the blatant way you're gawking at him, sinking into the seat beside you – his cold hand not hesitating to reach for your thigh. “You're here?” He speaks in the bored uninterested drawl that you've become used to. Use to read too much into it before you were realizing that just the way he talked.

Now it had the ability to have heat rushing through your veins, especially if he was using that voice when telling you just exactly he wanted to do to you. Never failed to have you basically salivating, putty for him.

“I just came...” The patterns he draws on your inner thigh stills as he lifts his eyes to look at you, a chuckle falling from his lips. “Did you?” He asks teasingly and you're too dazed to pick up on the double meaning of your words.

His hand inches further up your thigh until the tips of his fingers are just inches from reaching the hem of your mesh shorts. Without a thought, your legs are opening for him – giving him as much room as he needs to do whatever he wants.

Yoongi's grinning at your compliance, his lips are just inches for yours. He takes a moment to study your features. Lips shiny with grease, cheeks slightly flushed, eyes staring unfocused. A slow grin lifts the corners of his lips moments before he's leaning in closer.

Yoongi kisses you once as if he's testing the waters before diving in. Grip tightening on your thigh, pulling your body closer to his while he slowly moves his mouth over yours. Soft tongue slowly tracing over your lower lip and you're instantly opening up for him.

The groan that leaves his lips from the feeling of your wet muscles meeting as arousal rushing through your veins and pooling between your legs, fingers reaching to grasp the rough material of his pants for some type of grounding.

And he grins, teeth gently tugging at your lower lip as his hand slides up your thigh toward your waist. So sure he's fingers are about to sneak underneath your shirt, so you giddily wait for the contact. 

But it never comes. "Would you let the girl breathe, she just got here." Is what you hear.

Jimin, into the Upper House to change into something comfortable. And all too ready to scold his Hyung for trying something with you when it hasn't even been an hour. With a roll of those dark eyes of his, Yoongi is leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips – much different from what he had initially planned.

Moment ruined, he's standing from his spot beside you. “I'm gonna go help Jin,” He announces to no one in particular, cheeks darkened with pink from having been caught. Yoongi talked a big game, but he was the most private out of the boys. Wasn't one for an unwarranted audience and preferred to have you to himself rather than sharing you.

“Tae's washing dishes if you're done with that.” He's jutting his chin out to point at your empty bowl on the island. As he speaks, he undoes the tie of his top letting it sag at his shoulders before he's shrugging it off. And you watch his fingers carefully, allowing your mind to wander to just how skilled he was with those fingers.

Playing the same notes for the past eight years on the piano wasn't the only thing he was good at. It's a moment before you register his words enough to stand to your feet, plucking your plate up and exiting the Upper House to find Taehyung.

Back to you as he scrubs the inside of the bowl, you watch as his hips sway to whatever song he's got going in his head. No idea that you're entering the kitchen or that you've arrived – just in his own world.

Taehyung looks handsome even from the back. 

His broad shoulders were still visible underneath the brown top that was just so him. He wore a pair of olive green shorts, giving you a perfect view of his strong legs and the way they flexed with the movement of his feet. Thoroughly riled up from Yoongi's interrupted touches from before, you're struck with a very mischievous thought.

Light steps are taken in Taehyung's direction, quickly setting your bowl in the sink before reaching your arms to wrap around his waist. Palms sneaking underneath the fabric of his shirt so you're able to touch his soft belly. You feel him still against you, taking a moment to put together that it's you back hugging him like this.

He's turning just enough so he can look down at you, a large smile spread across his lips as his eyes take in your face that looks brighter for some reason. “How long have you been there?” Tae tries to hug you back but gives up because of the awkward position.

“Not long,” You answer, nose pressed in the dip of his back after he's turned. Your lips place soft kisses against his covered back, the tips of his fingers brushing over the skin of his stomach. “I missed you.”

And you had. There was just something about Taehyung that drove you crazy with little to no effort. Had to be his aura. The way he carried himself. The unreadable expression that always decorated his features. How he was able to smile with his entire face, pulling large smiles on the lips of the people around him.

All of that and the simple fact of how well the boy could fuck. Of course, all of the guys knew how you make you feel good. All in their own ways, different and unique and still good. But Taehyung. Fuck, Kim Taehyung. A living Sex God, with a thick long cock that he knew how to use. Long fingers that could bring you to climax over and over again with very little time in between. And that mouth. God, that mouth. 

Porn stars would blush at the dirty things that came out of that boy's mouth.

Taehyung's eyebrow is lifting at the mindless way your fingers are dipping lower down his body, flinching just slightly when the tips of your fingers are grazing his quickly hardening cock. “That type of missed me, huh?” He's grinning, you can tell without having to see his face.

Head nodding slightly, you continue placing gentle kisses against his back – fingers drawing teasing lines over his cock through the fabric of his shorts. “Don't be a tease,” He hisses.

His wet, glove covered hand is wrapping around your wrist – forcing more of his cock underneath your palm. A soft moan falls from your lips at the feeling of it twitching with the new friction. Tae's hips rock slowly with the movement of your hand, half of his attention still on the dishes he washes.

And you pout. Want to turn his mind to mush like he's done to you many times before. Until the only thing he can think about is you and how you're making him feel. Fuck the dishes.

Even on your tiptoes, you're only able to reach the nape of his neck. But it's the first bit of bare skin you're able to press your lips against so you settle for it. Leaving open mouth kisses on it while your fingers slowly make their way underneath the waistband of his shorts.

Pleased to find he had decided to forego underwear, you're instantly met with the warmth of his shaft. A low cruse falling from his lips when your cool palm is wrapping around him. And you hold it there. Waiting to hear the scoff that falls from his lips as he starts to rock his hips again – his cock sliding through your grip easily.

The sound of his breathy groans fills the kitchen, egging you on. You can feel him growing harder in your hand and the slow drag of his hips is quickly driving you crazy until you're giving in to the tiny game you were playing and moving your hand.

“Oh, fuck.” Tae hisses, the dish he had been holding crashing into the sink as his fists reach to grip the edge of the sink. Voice gruff and it's usual deep, it has a wash of arousal flooding your body and fueling your movements. Free hand lifting to grasp his hipbone, holding him steady as you bring your hand up toward his tip.

A simple swipe of your thumb over his bulbous has a shiver running down his spine and a grin pulling on your lips. Strokes on his shaft speeding up as the sound of his breathy groans tickled your ears. Hips stuttering underneath your grasp in an attempt to take more than what you were willing to give him.

Always so greedy.

“Does it feel good?” Voice hushed where he can just barely hear.

Taehyung is quick to nod his head, though. “Your hand feels so good on me, Yn. Faster,” He whines, something that you're not quite used to hearing from him. Especially over a simple handjob.

He must've missed you a lot more than he was willing to admit.

And because your soul purpose is to give Taehyung any and everything he asks for, you're rubbing down on him quicker, squeezing him a bit harder. His cock twitches and jumps in your hold and you're fastened by the effect you have on him that your grip on his hip is loosening – allowing him to freely roll his hips upward.

A strong arm is reaching back while his body twists, large glove covered hand tangled in your hair to hold your head steady. For the first time, you're getting a good look at his face. Eyes blown and unfocused, his cheeks flushed and lips bitten. He looks so sexy staring at you as if it's taking all his restraint not to devour you.

The way he leans in, crashing his lips into yours for a sloppy hungry kiss only validates your thoughts. Grip tightening in your hair to hold your head still while his tongue tickles the roof of your mouth.

You try, desperately, to keep your focus on the movement of your hand. Letting him lick into your mouth and kissing him just as much as you can without completely losing your mind. Taehyung, like his six other teammates, worked really well with his mouth. In all ways.

He's nibbling on your lower lip, harsh breaths exiting his nostrils as your thumb runs over the underside of his cock. So close and you can tell from the now frantic roll of his hips. And you're more than ready to bring him there, loved watching him fall apart for you, because of you.

More than ready to have him explode in your palm so you can like it up when the sharp knock on the glass behind you is stilling your movements. Head turning to peak behind you, but Taehyung does stop his head tilting so he's able to suck wet hickeys into your warm skin.

Hoseok stands on the other side of the door, looking extremely impatient. You move to pull your hand from his pants, but Taehyung is quick to grasp your wrist. “Yn, I swear to God.” He speaks through gritted teeth and you're flashing a bright smile up at him.

“It's Hobi,” There's another knock on the glass, “He can't just stand out there,” Laughing, you manage to wiggle yourself out of Taehyung's grasp. He watches you with squinted eyes as you pull the door open for his Hyung.

Cued in on what had been keeping you, a teasing smirk plays on his lips. “What? You're just in here giving Taehyungie all the attention?” Both hands knit into your hair from underneath, slowly closing the space between you two.

“He's working hard in here,” You defend with a slight pout. Upon realizing he wasn't going to be getting off any time soon, Tae turns his attention back to the dishes. Scrubbing the gunk off with much for strength than needed, quiet grumbles leaving his lips.

“I worked hard too, cleaned up outside all by myself. What do I get?” Lips a mere inches from yours, all you'd have to do was lift up onto your tiptoes to feel their softness. “I saw Jiminie helping you.”

Hoseok is rolling his eyes at the slight detail. You're teasing him, he can tell from the way you're gripping his shirt in your fists. Like you're desperate to feel him but at the same time seeing how much you can hold back.

What you failed to realize was, he was much better at teasing than you. Without a second thought, he's leaning down to press his lips against yours. Kiss much different from Taehyung's. More controlled. More intense. Strong hands reach for your thighs, easily lifting your body off of the floor and setting you to sit on the countertop.

He's taking up space between your legs, large hands set on your thighs while he sucks your lower lip into his mouth. You can feel the smirk that plays on his lips from the sound of your moan. 

Hoseok responds by reaching back to give your ass a firm squeeze, pulling your body toward his. He's hard. You can feel it through the fabric of his neon shorts, but the moment you're angling your hips to feel more of him – he's pulling back. 

“Jimin should finish up, hm?” Recalling your earlier comment with a teasing glint in his eye. Planting a soft kiss to your lips, he backs away attention now on Namjoon who had entered with a bag of groceries. As if nothing had happened.

Body buzzing and senses fogged, you're left to wonder just how many times you'd be denied the release you craved.

The two men chatted amongst each other mindlessly, surveying the contents of the fully stalked fridge in front of them. Joon is pulling a bottle of coffee from the bunch, handing it over to you with a soft smile before twisting the cap on his own. You watch as he wraps his plump lips around the edge, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows the liquid down.

Plopping down on the soft red cushion, you watch as Joon moves to offer Tae a sip of his drink. Which he's denying with a pout of his lips. From where you're sitting, you can see that his bulge has gone down a bit – but the foggy need for sexual release stays. You know the feeling. Had half the mind to get on your knees for him right then and there, not like either of them would complain.

They did share you, at times. And those were the times that you secretly hoped for each time you were being interrupted with one of them. But, all of them were so different from their interests and really liked the idea of being alone with you – it didn't happen as often as you'd like.

You could simply suggest it and no doubt they'd agree to the idea. Ready to do whatever you asked to fill your desire. But you liked the surprise of not knowing just when you'd be taking two cocks, or three, or maybe even four. All seven if the weather was right. The suspense had a great effect on you.

Jimin is entering the main house just as halfway through drinking your chilled coffee. Fully changed out of his hanbok, standing in a pair of loose-fitting black shorts and a white SAINT LAURENT tee. Dark hair floppy messily at the top of his head, evident that he's been running his fingers through it.

He looked good enough to eat and if he kept looking at you with those bedroom eyes, you were about to do just that. Beeline made in your direction, settling in the spot beside you. An innocent hand lands on your thigh and your brain short circuits, registering it as anything but.

Without a word, he's reaching for your bottle, taking a long sip from it before licking the drip from his lips. “Where's Kookie?” You ask, forcing your thoughts not to wander too much. And realizing you had yet to see that bunny smile of his, hear the cute way he say's 'Noona' as he wobbles in your direction.

The same age as Namjoon which made you older than Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook – yet Jungkook was the only one out of the three that actually referred to you as Noona. No matter how many times you'd tell him to speak comfortably with you, he'd refuse with blushed and a shake of his head.

The others believed he got off on it, the subtle reminder that you were older than him but he was still able to turn you to make you fall apart with the simple flex of his thigh. “You haven't seen him?” Hoseok speaks with his head inches deep in the fridge and you shake your head despite the fact he cannot see you.

“He’ll come running the moment he hears you're here,” Deciding that your drink is his now, Jimin stands from his spot beside you heading further into the house. Steps cut off by Jungkook turning the corner, as if on cue.

“What!?” A large grin on his lips as his sparkling eyes land on you. Soft hair bouncing as he skips over to you, leaning over the counter so you're face to face. Tattooed hand reaching forward to enclose the back of your neck, gently pulling you forward until your foreheads are touching. “You didn't tell me you were here, Noona.” Eyebrow arched and head tilted to the side.

You can barely see his face with how close you are to it, but there's no doubt that he looks attractive as hell right now in his attempt to be intimidating. Lower lip poking out in a slight plea, “I'm sorry, baby. I was asking about you, though.”

Jungkook only half listens to your words. Some space put between you and he takes advantage of that by allowing his eyes to take in your appearance greedily. Aware of the warmer temperature, you had decided a simple v-neck crop top would suffice. From this angle, he could see straight down your top. And he was doing very little to hide the fact that he was looking, respectfully.

“I'm sure you can think of some ways to make it up to me. Right, Noona?” Hand slipping from the back of your neck, the tips of his fingers brushing over the collar of your shirt. Lips suddenly dry, your tongue is jutting out to wet them. Thighs squeeze together instinctively at the promise his words held.

A contrast to his demeanor, Jungkook is placing a sweet kiss on your lips. One that lingers for a second shorter than you want, but the small smile on his lips upon pulling away is enough to make your heart melt.

All at once, he's releasing you and moving on to follow Jimin out of the kitchen. Taehyung is finishing up he dishes at the same moment, shaking his hands of the water droplets before wiping the excess onto his shorts.

Alone in the room with him again and you feel the atmosphere shift as soon as his eyes settle on you. Finally able to get a good look at you and taking in just how short your shorts are and how thin the material of your top is. But Taehyung is a gentleman when he wants to be. 

His hand rests on your back, the tips of his fingers brushing against the bare skin your shirt leaves exposed. “Want to go for a walk?” Teeth biting into his plump lower lip. Instantly, you're sliding from your seat head nodding at his words.

Taehyung's arms wrap around your waist, pulling your body into his chest and you just faintly see the grin on his face before you're being enveloped in his sweet scent. Guided steps are taken into the game room where Namjoon sits, a laugh leaving his lips at the weird way the two of you are walking.

“What are you making?”

“A boat,” Joon says with a wide smile, lifting the plastic boat to show you. Cutie. Impatient, Taehyung is pushing his hips forward into yours. Even through the layers and with the small fact that he's not exactly hard at the moment – you can still feel his bulge against your ass cheek.

But he doesn't stop there, slowly dragging his hips up so you can feel his entire length. A strangled gasp is leaving your lips that has Taehyung smirking, Namjoon too focused on whether or not he just broke his model, doesn't notice.

Arms tightening around your waist, Taehyung takes a step forward – urging you to do the same.

When Tae said he wanted to take you on a walk, he wasn't speaking in sexual innuendos. You had actually gone for a walk around the land. Hand in hand making comfortable chatter as you soaked in the nice weather.

Somehow, you managed to convince yourself that he hadn't been itching to get you alone to fuck you – but really just wanted to spend some time alone with you. It's sweet when you think about it. The gentle way he's talking to you about the nervousness that surrounds working on his new mixtape. His soft thumb brushing over your knuckles as you assure him that everything will turn out alright.

It's not until you're reaching the picnic table just a few feet from the water, is he wrapping his arm around your hips. Lifting you from the ground as if you weighed nothing and setting you down on the table.

Blunt nails lightly dragging over the back of your knees as he gently spreads your legs so he's able to stand in the middle of them. He's easily hooking your legs around his waist, ankles instantly locking to pull him closer to you. “You know what I want to do right now?” 

“What?” You humor him, even though you could probably guess. Arms lifting to wrap around his neck, head tilting to the side as a slight smirk plays on your lips. His mouth hovers over your ear, wet brushing over the shell of it as he speaks.

“Wanna taste that sweet little cunt. Bet you're already soaked from all the attention you've been getting.” To prove his point, Tae's fingers trail up between your thighs. Your body shudders as he drags a single digit over your slit through the fabric.

He wasn't wrong, had started to feel the heat pool between your legs when Yoongi first kissed you. Mind driving you insane with being able to be with them for this entire week. All of them. It was safe to say it had gotten to you in a very obvious way.

Not one to tease, Taehyung is using his long fingers to push both your shorts and panties to the side so his fingers can press against your bare skin. A surprised gasp leaving your lips with the nudge on your clit, hips bowing toward him. He grins.

“Gonna be a good girl for me?” He's a little breathless, but his fingers never falter. A single digit slipping past your folds and pushing through your walls. “Shit.” He chuckles at the enthusiastic way you nod your hand, tongue rolling over his lips before biting down. “Yeah? Gonna cum all sloppy on my tongue, baby? Let me hear you.”

At the end of his words, his thumb is pressing into your clit, rolling it around lazily as his finger moves slowly inside of you. “Y-yes-” Words breaking on a loud whine, he slows his fingers – waiting. “Wanna cum on your tongue, Tae... p-please.” Hips lifting to rock into his hand but he's pulling back, leaving you feeling empty.

It doesn't last long because he's quick with lifting your leg. Fingers wet with your arousal and wrapped around your thigh, bringing it up to his shoulder. Tae lowers himself to his knees in front of you, at the same time pushing the useless material aside before diving in.

Taehyung watches you through his long eyelashes while dragging his tongue along your folds. Always loved the way you looked when he was between your legs. The way you tried to keep your eyes open to watch him, biting your lip in an attempt to keep quiet, fingers tangling in his hair – holding him close. Hot.

Tongue dragging up to flick against your clit, Taehyung reaches for your other ankle. Lifting your leg over his shoulder so he's completely enclosed by your legs. Plush lips wrap around your bundle of nerves, sucking gently while he's pushing two fingers past your walls. 

“Oh! Tae, fuck...” Panting at this point, grip in his hair used to pull him tighter against you. His free hand reaching around to sneak underneath the hem of your shorts, palming your ass while pulling you closer. Fingers angled to brush against the sweet spot inside of you, loving the way you squirm underneath him.

Just faintly, you can see the outline of his hard cock through his shorts. Straining against the fabric begging for some attention. Having you spread out for him, hearing those pretty moans fall from your lips is enough to drive anyone mad. And it doesn't help that Tae's been waiting for this for weeks.

Sharp teeth nip at your clit just as he's pushing another finger inside of you. “Taehyung!” You're crying out, in half pleasure – but also a warning. If he continued like this you'd be cumming before even getting to feel him inside of you.

“Close, baby?” His words are delivered into your throbbing cunt, sending vibrations through your body that has your back arching. Fingers tightening in his hair as you grind your hips desperately into him.

So close you can practically taste it, no longer able to worry about not being able to feel him. Just chasing your release. A breathy chant of 'keep going' falling from your lips as you hold his head in place.

Heat spreads throughout your body, a dull ache starting in your core and spreading throughout your body. Walls clenched so tight around his fingers that it's almost hard for him to pull back, so he doesn't, instead pushes deeper – pressing all three fingers against your sweet spot. In that exact moment, his lips are wrapping around your clit, sucking harshly and you feel the band snap.

Body tightening and legs shaking as incoherent curses fall from your lips. Taehyung watches your pretty eyes roll back, head tipping too. And once he's sure you're at the peak of your climax, he's pulling his fingers from inside of you and standing to his feet. Quick with fishing his cock from inside his shorts, you just barely notice the absence before you're being filled again.

A drawn-out whine falls from your lips at the new stretch, a thick groan from his from the tight squeeze. The wetness from your release makes it easy for him to move, though and he's thankful – too eager to wait longer than a few seconds to have you.

Your fingers struggle to find something to grasp as he ruts against you in an almost brutal pace. Each snap of his hips pushing your body further up on the table, only for him to drag you back down toward him. Loud cries and incoherent sentences fall from your lips that you're sure anyone in a 50-mile radius could put together what the two of you are doing.

Taehyung loves it, though. It's like fuel to his ever-growing ego. Chants of his name falling from your pretty lips, nails clutching at the fabric of his shirt as you beg for him. Just the knowledge he's able to make someone like you, like this. Yeah, he loves it.

“Fuck. This greedy little cunt,” He nearly grunts, eyes flashing up to take in your fucked out expression. His thumb is easily finding your clit through the wet mess between your legs, rubbing it slowly. “You wanna cum again? All over my cock this time?”

A frantic bob of your head and a whiny 'please' is prompting him to reach for your hips. Easily, he's lifting your body from the table, securing your legs around his waist. His hips rut against yours with much more fervor in this standing position. And you attempt to meet his thrusts but you're so delirious that all you can manage is a lazy bounce.

Arms wrapped around his neck and face buried in the crook of his neck, your walls squeeze around him as you feel the pressure build in your stomach again. Sloppy, wet kisses sucked into his skin. Teeth scraping against the tanned flesh before you're crying out your orgasm, body shaking in his arms.

You're positive if it weren't for the rough grip he has on your ass, you'd be sprawled out on the floor from the power of it. Taehyung fucks you through the entire thing, not slowing down until he feels his own release approaching, just second after yours. Thighs tightening and thrust becoming sloppy while he pulls your body down tighter against his.

The feeling of his thick ropes of cum coating your insides has your senses waking up, that paired with the slow drag of his cock inside of you has your legs stiffening again. Hips rocking slowly against his as another tiny orgasm washes over you. So small Taehyung wouldn't have noticed it if he hadn't been paying attention – but of course, he was.

“Did you just cum again?” He says with a laugh, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Lips sucked into your mouth to hide the sheepish grin that fought to take over your features. “It felt good... you cumming, inside.”

A triumphant grin takes over his features and he's leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your lips. “Let's keep it in then,” He's mumbling against your mouth and you're not sure what he means until he's pulling out – fingers quick to meet your entrance, pushing his cum back inside of you.

Body twitching with overstimulation, but you let him stuff you with his cum, not able to deny how hot it was. Especially the look of concentration on his face, careful not to miss a drop. Once he's satisfied, he's secured your shorts back in place patting his hand over your crotch playfully.

“You better keep it in there, too. Gonna fuck it out of you later,” He promises with a large grin, head tilting up to nibble at your jaw. He's got one hand resting on the curve of your ass, the other gripping your thigh. Zero plans to put you down any time soon, loving the way you're wrapped around him.

He'd stay like this with you forever if he wasn't for the distance shout he's hearing from the main house. Trying to ignore it and praying that you don't hear it, but as it grows louder your ears are perking up.

“Taehyung-ah!” It's Namjoon's voice and you're immediately pulling back when you register it. “Think Joon is looking for us,” You say through a giggle, the kisses he's leaving on your skin starting to tickle.

“He'll give up.” Tae murmurs, trailing a wet line of kisses down the length of your neck. And you almost agree with him, but you hear Namjoon call again and figure it would be best to just go see what he wants. So, despite Taehyung's reluctance, you're unwrapping your legs from around him.

“Or we can go see what's up.” Taehyung's changing his tune once he's realizing you weren't going to change yours.

His arm is easily sliding around your waist, pulling your body into his as the two of you make your way back into the main house. It's a little weird walking with his cum stuffed inside of you. Like a subtle heaviness between your legs that you just barely go without noticing. And if you moved too fast you could feel a bit of it start to trickle out, forcing you to pay much more attention to your movements than usual.

When the two of you are reaching the sliding door, it's locked. Your other six men are sat in the room, snickers falling from their lips with one look at your frazzled state and the fact that you're locked out.

“Ooh, what were you guys doing out there?” You can hear Hoseok's teasing tone through the glass. As if it weren't obvious. As if they didn't hear what you guys were doing out there.

Taehyung doesn't miss a beat, hand dropping down to grasp your ass. “Stuffed her full of my cum.” He says with a wide grin that has hollers of amusement falling from their lips. “Tae!” You're gasping, face heating up as you lift your arm to punch at his shoulder.

“What it's true?” Sparkling eyes turned to you, lips shaped in a soft pout that you'd lean up and kiss if you weren't sure it'd have a glob of his cum rolling down your leg.

Namjoon, your perfect little angel, is the one to pull the door open. And you're thanking him as you walk past, carefully taking the vacant spot beside Jungkook. “Do you really have cum in you, Noona?” He wonders. Eyes dark while a curious hand reaches to brush over the waistband of your shorts.

“Only a little bit,” Fingers lifting to just barely pinch your fingers together to show him. “Prove it,” He says with a tad bit of playfulness in his tone, tugging at your shorts just slightly. 

You have half the mind to do just that. The thought lingering in your mind long enough for both Hoseok and Yoongi to notice. Intrigued, Hobi waits to see if you'll actually do it – but Yoongi speaks up before the tension can grow any thicker.

“We're choosing rooms,” Changing the subject completely acting as if an eight-way orgy wasn't just on the table. “Oh, right!” Joon, who had been subtly watching to see if you take Kook's dare is all of a sudden the reason he had gathered everyone.

A few moments are granted for conversation to bounce around the room, choosing where they'll sleep for the next seven days. And once they've settled their arrangements, attention is back on you – but for an entirely different reason now.

“Noona can share the floating house with me,” Jungkook is saying with a wide grin, keying you in on the fact that this conversation had been going on a bit longer than you had been paying attention.

With a quick nod of your head, you're assuring the young boy that you'll share the room with him. “I figured I'd just bounce around? If you guys don't care.” Much easier that way, whoever wanted you to spend the night in the room – you would. But to keep things tidy, you'd keep your stuff in the floating house with Jungkook.

“Of course we don't care-” Jin starts, but his words are being cut off by Taehyung's haste. “My room first!” Hand raised in a cute schoolboy raised, the look that he pins you with washes all remnants of the word cute out of your mind, though. 

With a thick roll of his eyes, Namjoon's standing. “If she wants to. You choose, baby.” His attention now on you and the pet name has shivers running down your spine. There was just something about the way Joon called you 'baby' that had you keening.

He doesn't act on it, though. Not right now. And neither do you. One by one, they each break off to do their own thing until dinner time. You find yourself following Jin out to the dock after hearing he was going to fish for a little bit. You had gone on quite a few fishing trips with him, never did it but liked to keep him company when he went.

It's hard to ignore how at ease you feel here, with them. Not a single worry in mind in this secluded spot with your favorite guys. Where they're able to be themselves and be with you and be happy. Thankful that you were able to join them. And so ready to be apart of the memories this next week holds.

No matter how sticky.

- seven days in the forest spent with your seven boyfriends while they film their upcoming reality tv show. there’s no telling what the eight of you will get into when the cameras are off.

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