#legato smut

[beanibon]

Mer!Legato x Reader Headcanons

!!These are NSFW Hcs, so minors and ageless blogs please DNI!!

Prompt: reader rescues a rather prickly mermaid, antisocial and gluttonous. Reader is an astrologist, and spends most of their time outside or swimming in their Saltwater pool. Runs a rehabilitation centre for marine life.

TW: smut, interspecies sex, female anatomy, rough sex, oral (f!receiving), tail riding (think thigh riding but with a tail), exhibitionism/voyeurism, masturbation, choking, belly bulging, breeding kink, breath play, overstimulation, impregnation.

You ran a rehabilitation centre for marine life, rescuing aquatic creatures of all varieties. Yet you had never expected the sight before you, shocked at the tangled mermaid screeching in its restraints.

From there on started a rather long, exhausting journey of recovery for the creature of myth, one you didn't have the facility for. You searched each of your works' tanks, none compatible for holding your delightful guest. So, guess what the head of board ultimately decided: take him home.

And that was how you got stuck with an overly stand-offish mermaid, now overprotective of the small lake pool he deemed his territory. Still tangled in the fishing net, as no one was capable of approaching without clawed nails swiping at them, not even anesthesia worked.

The greatest disappointment was not being able to relax in saltwater pool you had installed, watching from an outdoor bench as Legato glared at you from the water's surface. He was unable to swim properly, the sharp hooks of the fishing net causing too much pain if caught in something; opting to accept the fate of living with the rope rubbing against his scales.

One particular morning marked a great accomplishment for your relationship with the prickly mermaid, rushing out at the sound of panicked screeches. It seemed he had gotten caught on one of the thick forests of water lilies, the hooks of the net digging into his gills, skin and one dangerously against his throat. With lack of better judgement, you rushed to aid the creature, resulting in a nasty injury.

Legato had understandably lashed out, claws slashing your fragile skin as blood beaded against your flesh rapidly. He had expected you to retreat, abandon him in his current predicament; alas you had proven him wrong. You disregarded the bleeding limb, ignoring how he screeched at the hand on his throat. Sharp teeth sunk into your forearm, a scream erupting from yourself as you pulled away, hook in hand as you clutched your bleeding arm.

The vicious mermaid, fangs bared in defense finally felt the relief of the absent hook, chirps of confusion as his hand ran along the vulnerable section of skin. He flashed you a suspicious glare, noticing the hook between your fingers, and the tears from the aftershock of his aggression.

You avoided him for a while, mostly unhappy about the hospital bill you received from your care of the wounds. You kept your distance, space something you thought the mermaid needed. Yet Legato didn't seem all that pleased he wasn't receiving attention, tail slapping the water with quiet disgruntled irritation.

Over the week, the pouting mermaid grew more agitated towards your cold shoulder towards him. It got the point that Legato crawled out of the water, pulling himself towards your relaxed form on a pool lounge. The sight of the mermaid startled you, not at all expecting the creature to exit the water. He had you pinned, towered over your quivering form as he glared down at you.

You expected him to attack you, aware of his overly aggressive behaviour. Except he didn't. Legato pulled his body to the side, demanding chirps directed towards you. It took a while until you understood his agitated chirps, hands gripping the remaining fishing net, slowly untangling it.

The relief was evident in the way Legato sighed, head rested upon his arms as you tugged the net loose, freeing the mermaid entirely. He looked at you through his dried hair, eyes squinted as he let out a drawled noise. Evidently, you had no idea what he was saying, which didn't up end needing clarification as Legato disappeared back into the water.

After that day, Legato had been more willing towards your presence. You even learned he was quite the glutton, screaming as he lunged towards the feeding bucket, the first time he accepted food you'd brought. He'd snatch the food, quite literally inhaling the food, staring at you expectantly like he wanted more. When you denied him, he grew bitter, throwing a silent temper tantrum.

You'd studied astrology for years, and after weeks of housing the distant mermaid you decided to try and figure out his zodiac sign. You concluded he was Scorpio, excitedly explaining this to him. Legato didn't appreciate the tangent, mostly because he didn't understand a word you were saying, swimming off mid-conversation.

You lived pretty distant from anyone, spending most nights outside under the starry sky. And at times that lead to some pretty risky nights of self-indulgence. Sometimes you'd forget about the mermaid's existence, one-night in particular, laying on a cushioned pool lounge as your fingers graced along your clothed cunt. Your bikini bottom was easily moved to the side, fingers gathering your slick before pumping in and out of your pussy.

Eyes watched the scene, Legato letting out prolonged chatter. The sight had him wiggling his hips, the water disturbed at the movement, instantly gaining your attention. As expected, you slapped your legs closed, face bright red as the mermaid pouted at your actions.

He pulled himself out of the water, laid on his stomach and 'innocently' beckoned you over. You shyly approached, skeptical of the creature's intentions as he gripped your waist, webbed hands cold as he clawed off your bikini bottoms. Legato hoisted him up, freakishly long tongue dragging along your wet folds, the taste dancing along his tastebuds. A pleased chirp left him, diving hungrily forward, mouth attacking your pussy with hungry sucks, licks and nibbles. You struggled to stay standing, collapsing a few times onto Legato's unexpected face, he growled at those instances.

It grew more frustrating at your regular falters, his neck starting to ache as your legs buckled once more, hands clawing as his scalp. Legato pulled away, angry hisses sounded as he flopped onto his back, dragging you down on top of his tail. You were aided with grinding your hips along his rough tail, cunt dragging your juices along the slit that housed his inhuman cock, unknown by you.

Your grinding was relentless, chasing your high as your voice sang sweetly as that ball began twisting in your gut, growing at each pull towards him. As your release came crashing over yourself, voice crying out loudly as your orgasm crashed over you. Those slick juices pooled over the slit shielding his cock, a sly smirk tugged at his lips.

A shuddered cry echoed around the pool's edge, your legs quivered violently as his cock slipped snuggly inside those warm walls, filling you until it pressed painfully against your cervix. Legato flipped you over, once again pinning you down on the gravelly mud by the water's edge, only you didn't stay there. You were dragged into the salty water, still impaled on the foreign cock of the mermaid that pulled you deeper into the water.

From your position, you struggled to keep your head above water, spluttering and begging the usually defiant mermaid to hold you up. He didn't, in fact Legato did the exact opposite. Hand gripped your throat, shoving you below the surface, hips thrusting into your cunt at a ruthless pace.

As the suffocation began to cloud your mind, vision and sense, you couldn't help but let loose a few muffled moans, legs wrapped loosely around Legato's waist. Black dots formed within your vision, warm seed filling your orgasming pussy, finally you were pulled above the surface, gasping desperately for air.

Yet Legato wasn't done yet, flashing you a toothy grin as he hoisted you onto the decorative rock in the center of the pool, starting the second round of cruel sex. Round after round, each resulting in another shot of cum fucked into your loosened cunt, your stomach practically bulged at the overload of semen leaking out of you.

Your body shivered, the cold of night catching up to your exposed body, skin pruning at being half submerged. The sun had crept along the horizon, Legato became aware of your tear-stained face, dark circles under your eyes at being kept up all night. It was a rather amusing sight, one that had Legato chirp in pleasure, tongue dragged along your face as if tasting your tears brought him immeasurable joy. He'd certainly take pleasure in ruining you again, reminding you of your place in his narrative.

One faithful morning, a week after the incident with the unaffected mermaid, you were sipping your coffee, checking your daily horoscopes. Today's one confused you, brows furrowed as you huffed out in annoyance, it sounded like some cheap fortune cookie prediction. "Something unexpected is to happen, whether you take joy in the announcement or not."

Turns out, you were pregnant. And you were not at all thrilled by that discovery, you weren't overly fond of children and having your own was an option you weren't ready for. You told the news to the indifferent mermaid, who seemed to prefer blowing bubbles rather than listening. Seemed as if Legato didn't prefer children either, the news coming as more of hindrance than excitement, guess using you as his own personal toy was going to be more frustrating if this kept happening.

Despite that, Legato did have a form of reserved affection towards you, now choosing to lounge close by your side. At times he'd call for you, on those odd occasions he'd want affection, yet he never truly acknowledged the bump growing over the months. He wanted you, not some grubby child that may need to share his lake pool, it was his territory!

Either way, Legato refused any attempt at his release back into the ocean, even hospitalizing a worker at they tried drugging him. So now you were stuck with him, not that you truly minded, it was nice relaxing in silence with the brooding mermaid. A mermaid that despite your pregnant belly would still fuck you until you were a drooling, incoherent mess. His personal damsel in his cruel story of self-preservation.

A/N: Hiya everyone! Hope you enjoyed this new iteration on my Mermaid Headcanons, and my newest simpage on emo boy Legato. Again, feel free to give me any constructive criticism on his character, this is the first published work on him and I'm open to any feedback!

Also I got the idea he was Scorpio from a personality analysis on Legato's character, it's really in-depth and I'll link it here for anyone interested in giving it a read.

Enjoy and have have a lovely day/night!

#trigun stampede #trigun #trigun x reader #trigun smut #legato x reader #legato bluesummers #legato trigun #trigun stampede legato #legato smut #legato bluesummers x reader #trigun merboys

[springnote]

How Submissive or Dominant They are

Includes: Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Meryl Stryfe, Million Knives, Livio, Legato, and Milly Thompson

warnings: nsfw minors dni, gn reader with a vagina, oral (m and f receiving), piv sex, nipple play, anal fingering, teasing, face sitting, thigh riding, bondage, pegging

Note: may have gone overboard but I hope this feeds the fellow Trigun fans!

Milly

• Milly is honestly the most vanilla and submissive of all of them.

• She’ll do whatever you like, letting you eat her out or her go down on you, but she wants to be told what do. She’s eager and loves making you happy however she can.

• Not the most adventurous, but if you really want to try something new, she’ll always try it at least once! Nothing too rough though, she’s overly wary of her size and strength and worries about hurting you.

• Overall a big sweetie teddy bear, she loves being with you and making you happy and having fun with you.

“Hey baby, you feeling up for another round?” She chirps from under your thighs, the movement making your overstimulated clit tingle. “I can eat you out again!”

“Milly I can’t do another,” you groan, but before a cute pout settles on her face, you slide down her body to her thighs. “But what if I eat you out and you play with your chest?”

A shy look goes across her face, but she quickly rearranged the pillows to lean back, looking down at you reclining between the soft pillows of her thighs. A big, somewhat sheepish smile spreads across her face as she cups her sizable chest, shifting a little as you look at how wet she is.

“Like this?” She asks, pinching nipples as you smirk at her proudly.

“Just like that pudding cup, just like that.”

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Livio

• Also a big teddy bear, he’s also fairly vanilla.

• He’s been through a lot and is already a big softie, so when he’s not letting you take the lead and following your guidance, he’s the softest, cuddliest dom there is.

• He loves cuddle fucking, especially after rough days, and sometimes on those rough days he wants nothing more than to be your good boy and have you order him around. Be gentle though, he’s still a very sensitive guy.

• Top tier cuddle partner, prepare for lots of sleepy hugs and slow love making with him.

“Is this okay?” Livio’s deep voice rumbled against your chest, honey colored eyes blinking at you half-lidded from where he lay next to you, your chest covered in wet kisses.

“You’re doing wonderful,” you smile softly, stroking his soft hair, leaning forward to kiss him again.

“D’you wanna go further?” He asked softly, one of his large hands trailing down to knead your ass.

You nod as you slowly grind your bare pussy against his cock, feeling it twitch when your lips caught on the head. “Yes…can I just sit on you for a bit though?”

His cheeks flush at your question, and he slips inside you, getting little resistance after having fingered you for half an hour earlier. Keeping you flush against his hips, his eyelids hang heavier as he lets out a sigh. “Yea, jus’ please don’t move too much. ‘M so close already.”

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Meryl

• Meryl is definitely a switch, and she’s not super kinky but she’s definitely not vanilla.

• She likes being a pillow princess and getting pampered, but she also loves being in charge. Just because she’s small doesn’t mean she can’t take charge and be damn good at it.

• She likes mild brat taking sometimes too, and does enjoy using big strap-ons on her partner, but she also just enjoys taking things slow and gentle. It depends on her mood and yours honestly, but most of the time she would like to stop thinking so much and let you lead.

• Meryl is a firecracker though, so she might get a little bratty with you too.

“Hold still a second Meryl,” you huffed, the the little vibrating end of strap-on you were wearing making you feel a little shaky. “Lemme catch my breath.”

Meryl huffed, but stayed still, the large size of the toy making her shiver. It was one of those days when Meryl asked to be treated, and she’d been dutifully laying still and letting you lead, but you could tell she was getting impatient.

“Just a minute more—hey!” You gasped suddenly, the toy pressing harder against your clit without warning. Looking up, you saw Meryl leaning on her hands, using all of her strength to propel herself forward onto the strap. “Meryl!”

“Sorry I just need,” she stopped to let out a drawn out moan as she pulled back and thrust herself forward again. “Need more. Now.”

Huffing, you leaned over to press her into the bed, watching her eyes go wide as you started thrusting into her, both of you moaning. “Alright, I’ll give you more~”

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Vash

• If Meryl is a switch, then Vash is a super-switch.

• Vash loves pleasing you and topping, watching you come undone under him and seeing your pleasure-filled face makes him the happiest man alive. He may not always be the most confident in himself, but his determination to make you happy overrules his insecurities.

• Sometimes though, he likes just being your sweet boy, letting you collar him or spank his ass if you like. He likes a little teasing and sometimes edging, or just being doted on while you finger him if you want, just give lots of cuddles afterward.

• He’s pretty needy all around, a need to please, need for affection and needing to give and receive love all around, be sure to indulge him.

He looked angelic under you, flushed skin glistening with sweat and his expression pleading as he looked up at you with puppy eyes. You almost felt bad for making him wait. Almost.

“Shhh just wait a minute baby,” you cooed at him, petting his thigh lovingly. “Can you hold out just a second more?”

“Yes, yes,” he gasped, trying to stay still as you kept two fingers inside his hole, his mouth trembling as he looked at your glistening folds above him. “Anything for you I can do it. I can do it.”

You shushed him again gently, waiting for him to quiet down a bit before speaking. “It’s okay, you don’t have to wait much longer okay? That’s my good boy.”

You moved your fingers suddenly, making his awaiting face surge up to lay his open mouth on your folds, making you whine out at his intensity. It didn’t take long for you both to come hard, Vash pulling you down to kiss you reverently as you still shook from your orgasm.

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Wolfwood

• Nicholas is a bit of a switch, but leaning more towards a dom. Either postion, he loves to tease.

• He just can’t help himself if he’s the one being more submissive, he’s gonna be a brat and might try to turn the tables on you. One minute he’ll be shaking his hips as you peg him, urging you to swat his behind, and the next he’s flipping you over to ride the strap like his life depends on it.

• When he doms, he still teases, but instead he’s edging you or manhandling you playfully while he’s saying absolutely sinful things in your ear. Sometimes he’ll even just make you do all the work while he smokes a cigar or sips some whiskey.

• He’s absolutely filthy when he wants to be, but also playful, and he’s pretty good at aftercare.

Wolfwood rotated his hips against yours, making your insides flutter as he held you in place. One of his hands gripped one of your thighs, while the other held your wrists above your head, preventing you from grabbing him like you wanted to.

“That feel good babe? The way you’re squeezing me sure makes me thinks so,” he smirked, a playful gleam in his eyes as he leaned down, his nose touching yours. “C’mon, tell me how it feels and I’ll get started, ‘kay?”

“You feel so good Nic,” you whined, unable to stop yourself as you squirmed under him. “Please move, I wanna touch you.”

That did the trick, as he released your wrists to instead cup your face in both hands, chuckling as your hands scrambled to grab him. “That wasn’t so hard, huh?” He smiled, groaning a bit when your palms passed over his nipples.

You were about to tease him, but he quickly started pumping into you, making you both moan. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he moved at a rough pace, his hands staying on your cheeks as he gave wet kisses.

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Legato

• Legato isn’t really into letting someone else take the reins. When he does, he prefers it involving lots of praise.

• He can be pretty mean at times, degrading and teasing you when he doms, but he’s not always super rough. Don’t expect him to be super touchy feely though, he’s got some issues and that’s a lot to unpack.

• He gets a bit more agreeable if he’s subbing, he doesn’t want to be dominated per se, just given some orders and told he’s doing good for once. Actually if you praise him while he’s domming, he’ll still be smug and a bit rough, but you might notice him soften a little.

• Overall, don’t be rough on him if he gives you the opportunity to lead, but try to be soft to him when he’s in charge, and he’ll do the same.

“Look at you,” he looked you up and down as you lay there tied to the bed posts, making you whimper at his dark gaze. “You look so…”

He didn’t finish his sentence, opting to let out a huff instead, tracing a finger down your naked torso to the puffy lips of your cunt. He appraised you for a moment, running his gloved thumb over your folds before pulling his pants down to free his dick.

“Tell me what you want,” he ordered, giving his dick a few lazy pumps. You shivered at the sight of him, closing your eyes as you tried to clear your mind enough to respond. “Hurry and I might give it it you.”

“I want you, Legato.” You whined desperately. If your eyes had been open, you might have seen how his eyes widened and face softened at how your voice lingered on his name. A feeling he’d never felt before spreading in his chest before he refocused.

“Well since you asked so nicely,” he growled, pushing into you slowly, trying not to focus on the funny feeling blooming in him. “Let me indulge you.”

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Knives

• He’s a full blown dom full stop.

• Maybe if you had been together a really long time and talked and planned it out very carefully, he might let you fuck him, but 99% of the time he’d only feel comfortable going as far as to let you lead him a little. He’s just a little scared to trust that much or give up being in control, he’s got some stuff he doesn’t wanna unpack.

• He enjoys being in charge, not just to get praise and have you treat him like a god (which he totally loves), but he likes watching you under him, especially to know you put so much trust in him, knowing how dangerous he is. He may get rough or be mean depending on your relationship, but he’d never hurt you.

• Sometimes what he likes doesn’t sound dominant to a lot of people, but he makes it work. He’s very bossy/commanding so you definitely can’t call him submissive that’s for sure.

“Suck harder.” He commands above you, his tone quiet but a little sharp, keeping you at attention as you bob your head on his cock.

You knew he was close from the way his brow furrowed, but you were still caught off guard when he came down your throat, barely giving you time to relax before his tentacles were lifting you up. You gasped as he sat you on one of his muscular thighs, keeping you facing away from him to stare at yourself in a full length mirror.

“I saw you rubbing your thighs together,” he hummed in your ear, gripping your hips. “If you want to come, you’ll come on my thigh.”

“Y-yes sir,” you panted as he moved you back and forth, your hips bucking at the friction of skin on skin. When he flexed his thigh, you nearly looked away, but he bit at your neck to get your attention.

“Come now pet,” he gave a small smile, enjoying at how you whined. “Eyes on me. Don’t look away.”

#trigun smut #trigun x reader #vash x reader #wolfwood x reader #million knives x reader #meryl stryfe x reader #legato x reader #livio x reader #Milly Thompson x reader #trigun stampede x reader #vash the stampede x reader #trigun 98 #trigun maximum #vash smut #wolfwood smut #knives smut

[triplesilverstar]

October Masterlist

Since it is almost spooky time here's my list for all my Kinktober fics involving Trigun Characters. Once October gets started I'll be posting them to both here and AO3.

All this fics are going to be 18+ and will have the CW/TW posted on the fics the day they go up.

Day 1 - Vash Creature

Day 2 - Knives Vamp Pt 1

Day 3 - Razlo Mr. Hyde

Day 4 - Legato Snake

Day 5 - Wolfwood Orca

Day 6 - Legato Blood Sucker

Day 7 - Wolfwood Demon Pt 1

Day 8 - Wolfwood Priest 

Day 9 - Brad Invisible Man

Day 10 - Midvalley Fae

Day 11 - Wolfwood Werewolf

Day 12 - Livio / Wolfwood WereCats

Day 13 - Livio Dr. Jeckyll 

Day 14 - Vash Worm

Day 15 - Midvalley Siren

Day 16 - Milly Werewolf

Day 17 - Wolfwood Demon Pt 2

Day 18 - Roberto Ghost

Day 19 - Elendira Succubus

Day 20 - Knives Vamp pt 2

Day 21 - Vash Satyr

Day 22 - Vash Vampire

Day 23 - Meryl Witch Pt 1

Day 24 - Knives Cow

Day 25 - Wolfwood Demon Pt 3

Day 26 - Livio Frankenstein

Day 27 - Wolfwood Mummy

Day 28 - Wolfwood Priest / Vampire Vash

Day 29 -  Knives Octopus

Day 30 - Meryl Witch Pt 2

If you prefer AO3 you can find them here.

Day 31  - Eriks Alien

See you all in October

#trigun smut #trigun stampede smut #kinktober 2023 #trigun maximum smut #x reader #nicholas d. wolfwood x reader smut #vash the stampede x reader smut #millions knives x reader smut #Milly Thompson x reader smut #legato bluesummers x reader smut

[setsuntamew]

Legato indulges his own need to hear Knives moan and gasp and snarl more, indulges touches that are chaste only in how they never quite give Knives what he’s after, indulges the lust that has slumbered in his heart for so, so many years now so that when Knives tears his head from his shoulders for his impudence, Legato Bluesummers can die content. [read on AO3] [fanfiction.net]

I'm bad at finishing things in order, so here's day four done while I'm still working on day three ✌ come get y'all juice smut!!!

#millionsummers #legato bluesummers #millions knives #knives millions #trigun #bluesummers week 2023 #BluesummersWeek2023 #fanfiction #sorry I rarely write smut but when I do it's just 100000% body worship usually lmao

[dragonofeternal]

Knives & Legato U. Coming home.

Send me a letter prompt list!

TITLE: all your little dooms SHIP: Legato/Knives WORDS: 2849 RATING: E SUMMARY: Legato pleases his god and reflects on the patterns of the lifetimes he has spent in service to Millions Knives.

This got the fuck away from me, but I think it turned out very good. Timeloop AU Legato pontificates in between boning down with Knives!

[Read it now on AO3!]

#doefic #millionsummers #legknives #knives x legato #millions knives #knives millions #legato bluesummers #trigun #trigun fanfic #naigato #'oh I'll just bust out this smut wife wanted in between chapters of my big fic that'll be a fun chill little thing to do' #I said completely forgetting my dire inability to have ANY CHILL EVER about anything XDDDD

[megumiblues]

Devotion

~ Millionsummers ~ E Rated ~ Complete: 15k

When Knives meets Legato for the first time, it’s when he’s taking his life away. Ironically, however, as Knives closes the curtain on Legato's life, that's the singular act that results in binding Legato to his side for the rest of eternity.

AO3 Link

#trigun #trigun fanfic #millionsummers #LK #millions knives #legato bluesummers #vampire au #strangers to lovers #master/servant #slow burn #bottom millions knives #top legato bluesummers #smut

[blissfulanguish]

“I want to make you feel good.”

If there was anyone that occupied his mind even more than his Lord and Light did, regrettably, it was his brother. Even when he wanted nothing but to fill his restless, calculating mind with pleasurable fantasies of finally dying at the hands of his Angel- Somehow the other blonde managed to completely sour those moments. The fact that he even existed set his teeth on edge, made his shoulders tight with astriction, heated the pit of his chest with a hellish resentment he'd never once tasted so bitterly before.

No matter how many times Vash refused him, even bringing his God Almighty to the verge of death itself, His Eternal Radiance would always favor his twin- Would always love him more than he even passingly spared a thought for Legato. He'd once thought himself special, he wasn't like the others due to lacking any kind of number. He was entrusted to see that his Lord's will was carried out come what may, hinged upon his every word and offer of wisdom, truly and deeply cared for him with an ardor unmatched. Where fools like the Punisher saw blind loyalty, he knew where he stood with Lord Knives'.

Once.

Bluesummers never feels things with only half of his heart. When there is love, it is as vast and terrifyingly deep as the oceans that once covered the Earth. When there is hatred, it is as fierce and exuberant as the very fires of Hell itself. When and where did the line of distinction between the two begin to blur? How is it that he finds himself locked in an intimate embrace with the very person who possesses everything that he yearns and pines for, yet appreciates none of it?

He wanted to strangle the life out of that pale, pretty throat with both of his trembling hands, instead his tongue laves a wet stripe from the join of clavicles to the underside of his willing prey's chin. His incisors bite down against a hammering pulse point, fingers rending clothes and clawing possessively at bare flesh, flushed pink and bruising reddish-purple beneath his grip.

There is a moment where steely hands close over his wrists and his stomach flips on itself, a brief shot of pure animal panic coursing through his veins. He's being shushed with muffled, open-mouthed kisses- Peppering his lips, chin, jaw, the apple of each cheek. Legato's frenzied hunger and instinctual fear of being bound is quieted with gentle touches and slower exploration of his own body, fingers pressing into the natural centerline of his sternum, skirting over the broadness of his chest.

The admission spoken between them in hushed, reverent whispers somehow makes him hyperaware of their closeness, the way Vash laces their long, slender fingers together and rubs the pad of his thumb against Legato's lower lip with featherlight strokes. He's unsure how to answer at first, so accustomed to others simply taking what they wanted, his own desperation and need for control subsiding in the moment. His golden eyes widen slightly, searching his partner's expression and finding nothing along the lines of cruelty or possessiveness, nor the desire to humiliate or hurt him. Nothing, save for a tender kind of warmth to his features, an earnest desire to make his intentions known to Bluesummers before proceeding.

Taking a slow, deep breath into his expanding lungs, he closes his eyes and dares to place himself in Vash's attentive care- Leaning into the hand cupping his chin and nodding faintly.

#bloodandgunsmoke #☦ rp thread. #Soda vc: Legato is gray ace and i'm probably never gonna write smut on him cuz it's complicated #Also Soda: *has written smut on this asshole like so much it's insane* #what the fuck... I am now a Levash shipper I guess cuz this is like hurting me #Trigun= Angst/Whump Lovers wet dream indeed

[anachronistic-falsehood]

ok nevermind. the incest mention happened. i’m not a fan. previous post CANCELLED i don’t think anything can save this fic

#like why is that necessary. u don’t need that #just write ur midvalley/legato and millionsummers smut and GO!!!! #ao3 hornfreak saga

[aseaofyoongi]

caught in waves | ksj

kim seokjin x reader (f)

genre: chef & bmx ksj | strangers to lovers | fluff | smut

rating: mature audiences only (strictly 18+)

summary: after graduating culinary school you are fired from your very first job as a sous chef — so you move to a small town for the summer only to meet the very cute nephew of the restaurant and airbnb owner.

warnings: not another smut au; strangers to lovers; thoughts of self doubt; brief mention of death beginning with the line “sleeping forever would mean.” to the end of that paragraph; parental death (jin’s unnamed mother); foul language; public sex (twice - cause wtf is a bed); clitorial stimulation; vaginal fingering; tongue fucking; six nine (m./f. receiving); face riding; penetrative sex; unprotected sex, wrap it up my brothas and sistas; creampie; riding (cowgirl); brief orgasm denial if you squint; did not proof read so sorry for any errors now; that was a mouth full but i think thats it lol

word count: 13.1 thousand words

posted: june 25, 2023 at 9am

notable songs: tangerine - anthony watts and anthony russo | otro atardecer - bad bunny | summer love - crush | seaside - seb 🎧

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The bus was nearly empty. 

Just you and two strangers with two remaining stops on the lined route. From your place at the back of the vehicle life seemed to have stopped and you were sort of trapped in the legato vibrato of the RnB beats playing in your ears. But you were here alone with rows of vacant seats ahead of you — while your eyes aimed at the everlasting fields of green pasture filled with an abundance of trees. The vermilion leaves swayed to the rhythm of the wind as the cool draft swept by gently. 

And while you sat inside the muggy bus you couldn’t help but feel like those leaves who have lost their way from home. The ones who we ripped away from their branches and were on an aimless journey only to end up on the ground. All but forgotten and only to be stepped on and torn to shred in the process. 

That was you. In a stump, torn and forgotten. 

You didn’t always hold that ideal synonymous with your name but the sparse roots in the. . circumstances of life were less than perfect and while you tried to drive down the highway of your early twenties on a steady road there were just numerous obstacles hurdled in your path. Some of which affected your life greatly and derailed you from what you believed to be intended and bestowed upon you. 

Back then, you were twenty-one just fresh off culinary school with zealous ambitions and a hunger for success that gnawed at you eagerly. You had a drive ignited in you like an overbearing fire incapable of being put out. Today, that fire lacked its fuel and there were just clouds of smoke left behind while the ashes of the once burning wood were scattered around. 

Everything in your life has gone to shit. 

In just the matter of months everything has gone to absolute shit. 

You couldn’t hear much, so you weren’t alerted to the mechanical voice triggered by the yellow pull cord. You weren’t quite sure if it was due to the music blanketing your hearing or if your sense had gone completely haywire but you couldn’t hear it. Not at all. Your eyes however could see the rectangular screen displaying the ‘stop now’ bold red letters at the front of the bus and as soon as the doors opened. The doors of the bus door opened and closed and quickly the two other passengers on the bus hopped off leaving you entirely alone. This precise moment; these surroundings, took you right back to the big city and its maze-like roads. It sent you right back to the exact time when you felt like this, entirely desolate and empty in all the worst ways possible. 

You hated it. It was suffocating and you could feel the way your airways began to constrict. You didn’t like that feeling — being alone. Yet, it always crept up on you like a lingering shadow. 

It was always fucking there. 

It wasn’t always that way. Before your sporadic travels to the isolated roads adorned by thousands of skyscrapers — back at home things were different: you had a loving family, and you were wrapped up in the warm embrace of your parents and siblings. A hug so tight sometimes you could still feel their phantom body heat warming up your skin. Their touch was your medicine and with their clutch you were cradled right into a cure for wellness. 

While you craved the warm nature of their love. You couldn’t head back home. Not after descending so harshly from the disappointment of your crushed dreams. You had pierced through earth’s stratosphere and crashed your metaphorical ship right in the middle of nowhere. 

You were astray. Off-course. Adrift. 

You couldn’t head back home. 

It’s only been six months since you left home. 

Just half a year. And everything went to shit. 

Though you knew your parents weren’t usually the type to be painted with looks of disappointment — you knew that right below disappointment sat a worse expression, one you weren’t quite ready to experience just yet: commiseration. The awful and dreadful imbue of pity. 

Their youngest had failed. Miserably. You could already see their torn expressions dashed in the horrid tones of black and white, maybe even a bit of gray. It was bad enough in the flashes of your imagination. 

God, no. You couldn’t head back home. 

Instead you ran as far away from home as you could and headed towards a small town. It was nearly invisible on the map unless under the stern squinting of the eye. But you figured a scenic change would likely bring forth a change of spirits. Perhaps, being enveloped in the vibration of the soft melody coming from the crashing of the oceans waves and the aroma of the tide in this new town could become your new remedy for the soul. 

As you neared the houses toned with aquamarine, salmon pink, and citrus yellow wood sidings the bus began braking softly nearing its final stop. 

“This is the end of the road young lady,” the bus driver announced as you peeled your headphones off, placing them around your neck. 

“Yes. Sorry,” you quickly stood up, clinging your backpack onto your back and hurdling the duffel bag over your right shoulder causing one of the straps to snap. Great. You sighed, “thank you so much.” 

“No need to apologize,” he waved off as soon as you stepped off onto the asphalt, “enjoy your stay.” 

Using the navigation on your phone turned out to be much more complicated than you’d originally thought it would be. There were countless seafood shops and though the repetition of the color on the houses was initially very appealing to the eyes you quickly realized how much harder it made it to differentiate and determine your precise location. 

Okay, currently, you stopped in front of the ice cream shop. To the right there was the souvenir store, the convenience store and the flower shop, along with dozens of other stores scattered all around — all of them sat parallel  to the boardwalk right near the beach shore right across the street. 

Kim’s Aboard. You hummed looking down at the opened up map. The blue dot was highlighted. . Still. So you were at your destination according to this, except, you were not. This was way harder than navigating your way through the big city for the first time all of those months prior. Who would’ve thought small towns would be the cherry right on top of your greatest failures. Just what you needed. What the fuck. 

Sitting on the curb you felt defeated. Feeling as if life had taken control of your life while  you were the punching bag just waiting for another jab. 

“Fuck this,” you shrugged off the duffel bag, sinking your head into your lap, “fuck life. Fuck it all.” 

Minutes passed on but you remained. There. On that lonely sidewalk. Not empty but again lonely. Fuck, you didn’t care okay? You were well past the point of feeling fazed, moving through life but not living, finally succumbing to the presumed complications of your days — officially, having given up mentally and physically through and through. 

You simply did not care. Nope. 

You didn’t. . 

Then, you felt a single droplet land on your skin. From overhead the sky was being consumed by the gloomy darkness, and soon enough you knew the clouds would begin their torrential weeping. Very soon. 

Okay. Maybe you did care after all. 

“I get it,” you hissed up at the heavens, “I am damned. Doomed. Cursed. I get it.”

You probably looked mad. Well, more on the edge of insane. Whatever, it was. It likely did not look good at all. 

“Uh,” he approached you in paced steps but the squeaking of his black finishing boots gave him away. Initially, your eyes were averted to the leaden clouds, but quickly, your eyes met him as he kneeled right beside you. The simplicity of his appearance (composed of dark denim washed overalls and absolutely nothing under — but the radiance of his honeyed complexion) drew you nearer to him. “Are you doing okay, miss?” 

His voice was sweeter than the composition of ballads and while the crashing of the ocean waves against the shore constituted its very own euphonious sonnet, in the shortness of six words listening to him was already so much better — so pleasing. 

“I-uh,” surely you remember how to talk. . Right? “I was just looking for the apartment I’ll be staying at for the next few days but I’m a bit lost.” 

“Here,” he sat beside you and his shoulder brushed yours continuously. It was distracting. Very distracting, “The trick is the town is circular shaped. Sort of like a big round about. There’s one road throughout and if you follow it through, you’ll see everything you need to see.” 

You hummed, signaling you understood his breakdown in small towns for dummies, “So, are all of the stores on this main road?” 

“Most,” he said, adjusting his blue cap now having it face backwards. His toned bicep flexed slightly when he reached up, “but there are some down the road. What store are you trying to find?” 

When you turned towards him you swore there was a glimmer of light shining down on him like a spotlight — except, that was impossible. The day was now gloomy robbing the sun of its usual glimmer. But, you weren’t crazy. You’re living it, clearly experiencing the way his radiant glow nearly blinds you. 

You were clearly gawking at him. Too immersed in the perfection outlined in his features. The richness of his dark chocolate eyes seemed as sweet as a candy bar, his full lips and the apples of his cheeks carried the same elements of the carmine mimicking the vibrancy of roses. 

You cleared your throat forcing yourself to finally rip your stare away from him, “Kim’s Abroad,” you began, “seafood store and restaurant combo but also Airbnb adjacent.” 

He chuckled, again a sound so light and airy it traveled in your inner ear like the whistles of a peaceful tune, “Kim, huh?” 

You opened the Airbnb app, moving the phone over for him to get a better look, “Yeah, Kim is what it says,” you confirmed, 

“Yeah, it does,” he looked at your phone screen, “but you’re in the wrong place.” 

“I’m in the wrong town?” 

His lips were still sculpted into a smile. Was your demise an amusement to him? You were almost offended but dimples were just so mesmerizing as they impaled his bread cheeks and you found some ease in them. Momentarily. But the man sitting beside didn’t go back on his word and suddenly there was no denying the rising panic bubbling deep in your stomach. There was no question that your luck has always been absolute shit but you never imagined it could extend this far. It never occurred to you that something like this could happen. 

You laughed and you weren’t sure if you actually found the situation amusing or if it was only a coping mechanism. Who knows perhaps you misheard what he said — Yeah, you probably. . Definitely, did, “please tell me you’re fucking with me. .” 

“Yeah, I’m fucking with you,” he smirked. The curves of his stretched lips now synonymous with the equivalent of a warm embrace yet the playfulness of a jest, “I’m Seokjin. Kim Seokjin. Kim’s Abroad is my uncle’s shop.” 

“Oh,” you finally exhaled, releasing the breath you didn’t even realize you had been holding in the first place, “you got me good.” 

“Did I scare you?” He stood from the sidewalk and dusted off the bits of sand and gravel from his bottom. 

“Did you scare me?” you huffed, “you damn near killed me.” 

“Well, technically, you are in the wrong place,” he stretched his hand out for you to grab and you did. 

“Don’t even start,” you scoffed playfully. 

“But—“ he cut in, “you’re just on the wrong part of town. Come on. Before it actually starts raining.” 

“You have a car?” 

He shrugged, “something like that.” 

Seokjin did not have a car. You’d digested the grim realization when you two of you walked to the nearby parking lot and instead of approaching the valet he walked the opposite way in the direction of the bicycle rack. 

The bike chained to the rack was blue. . a sapphire which mimicked the color of the ocean waves. It also looked pretty new and like a very competent mode of transportation as everything in this town seemed just a walk or quick ride away. 

 “Hope you don’t mind but I’m not much of a car person,” he emphasized the word car highlighting the stance of his words. And you couldn’t help but wonder why it was — that he wasn’t much of a car person — but you didn’t ask, shoving the plethora of questions right back down your esophagus determining you didn’t need to know. You didn’t know him. . Besides, he was practically your landlord. 

“Of course,” you smiled, tightening the straps on your bag to get it to sit higher on your back, “should I put this here?” you slid your duffel bag off and pointed at the red wagon attached to the bike. 

“Let me help,” Seokjin was toned and built as fuck. You had not really noticed when he approached you ten minutes prior, but now? Now, he was kneeling right in front of you using a variation of ropes to secure your bag in the wooden attachment. And while you hadn’t meant to stare you couldn’t resist the urge to drink in every detail of his every move. 

It was truly like observing an artwork in some museum. . except you had to keep reminding yourself that he was real — This was real. His muscles flexed whenever he tugged on the rope to verify its tightness and his fingers worked diligently to produce an effective knot. His long long fingers. 

Your mind couldn’t help but wonder which other activities he indulged in containing those slender digits of his. 

No. 

No. 

Focus on yourself; focus on your own journey. You shook your head in an attempt to push those beguiling thoughts aside. 

“Ready?” he asked, straddling the bike and signaling you to hop on the pegs. You simply nodded hoping on, placing your palms on his broad shoulders for support. The contact felt as if his skin had been ignited with tiny strings of fire — kind of like you hovering your palms over a burner on the stove. 

It was distracting; the way the heat particles traveled past the layers of your skin warming you to the touch. 

It was so fucking distracting the way your touch felt at ease against him. 

“This is a very small town but we have a lot to offer,” Seokjin peddled down the street — already sounding mildly out of breath having to carry both your weights. 

Your eyes settled on your surroundings; the road ahead, “I can see that. We have the beach on our left and a cozy vintage town to our right. Believe me, it is all I truly need at this very moment.” 

“What are you trying to escape from reality?” 

“More like—“ as the bike moved deeper into town and against the late afternoon wind you felt a wave of relief in your sweaty scalp and forehead, “I’m trying to get away from it forever.”

He chuckled, “forever’s a long time.” 

“Forever is categorized differently for each person,” you shrugged, “my forever could end tomorrow whereas yours could run its course for an abundance of years.”

“I suppose you’re right. .” he said, “but tomorrow is also forever away.” 

“Tomorrow is forever away.” you repeated. 

Within the cold avenues of the buzzling city tomorrow would be a blink away — sparing all extra hours, minutes and seconds right into oblivion. Tomorrow would arrive in the blink of an eye and twenty four hours would perish right into nothing. However, this town seemed different. An hour here has felt like a wrinkle in time and you were comfortably tucked under that luxury of time. 

Sparing time to stop and take everything in and time to breathe. You were spared all of the time in the world to breathe. Finally. 

Back in the city your life had been sort of a blur. The foundation of your days were composed of half assed obligations. Such as getting up to the boisterous roars of the city (which you hated), getting dressed in clothes you hated all to keep up appearances (which you hated), attending classes in an attempt to perfect your culinary skills (which you hated) and then finally going to work at that fucking restaurant until the late hours of the evening (which you guessed it — you fucking hated). There was nothing to look back on and long for and certainly nothing that you missed as everything you ever dedicated a spec of your time and energy to never truly made you happy. 

There was always a vast hole in your heart. It was huge and it only ever grew in width and no efforts ever minimized its size. The pain was great and all you could ever do was endure. 

The ride so far had been quiet and you found peace in that. It gave you a bit of time to swim in your own thoughts for a bit — something you haven’t done in quite some time. Perhaps, substituting the rustling tracks of the subway and the constant beeping of car horns for the songs of the sea would do you some good. It already kind of was. 

“You doing okay up there?” he asked, continuing to peddle his way down the black paved road. 

“I’m doing okay,” you reassured him. 

“I figured you’d just been taking everything in,” he said, “you’ve been a bit quiet.”  

“Yeah, I’m definitely admiring and loving the scarcity of skyscrapers. I like the build of the ranch-style homes. It gives the curb appeal sort of like a homey feel,” your eyes remain glued to your surroundings. While Seokjin was a sight on his own this town — you were beginning to fall in love with. 

“I agree. It’s the primary reason why I’ve yet to leave,” he parked his bike on the bike rack right in front of the two-story building. The sign read, ‘Kim’s Abroad’ in big red letters engraved in a baby blue outline against the white exterior. “We have arrived.” 

“Seafood restaurant and market,” you mumbled reading the tiny black font displayed right below the vibrant sign. 

“All things seafood restaurant and market,” he repeated, getting a hold of your luggage from his wagon, “we are connoisseurs. Don’t you forget that.” 

You giggled, “Kim Seokjin the seafood connoisseur. Noted.” 

Kim’s Abroad sat on the other side of town. Just a couple of steps away from the blue waves of the ocean crashing against the golden shores. Approximately, a ten minute bike ride away from the main pier. This side of town seemed like a hidden gem, like a slice of privacy for the locals. Though the sidewalks remained occupied with on-goers, it wasn’t as congested or loud as where you began your journey earlier that afternoon. 

Up above the weather seemed to settle down as the nimbostratus clouds were being swept away by lighter; fluffier; whiter clouds highlighting the cerulean hue of the late summer afternoon. The sun also seeped through and already your skin prickled with the rising heat. 

“Let me help with that,” you reached out to grab your backpack. 

“Help?” his eyes wide with shock, “you’re our first guest to offer assistance with their own luggage. I like you.” 

“I’ll wear the stamp of approval proudly.” 

Walking into the restaurant was like entering the multiverse of culinary delicacy. The aroma of the various seafood dishes had your stomach grumbling as hunger began its loud roar. The set-up didn’t allow much space for dining in which explained the small tables and chairs lined up outside. Seokjin walked right up to the counter with a sign right above the register which read, order here. To the right of that there was a display with numerous varieties of fish, shrimp, clams, oysters, lobsters with small chalkboards identifying the prices per pound. 

The interior design of the small shop was fairly simple yet very charming. There were wall decor items hung on the white walls in the shape of different sea creatures and fishing nets drapped from the ceiling. 

Seokjin signaled you over to join him by the register, which you did. 

“Our summer neighbor has finally joined us. She’ll be staying for the summer.” he turned towards you. Quickly, you nodded confirming. 

“Hi, I’m Seokjin’s uncle, Gong. Nice to meet you,” he stretched his hand out over the counter which you quickly shook. Gong wore a tender eye smile and pearly white teeth that glimmered under the sneaky rays of the sun invading the shop. You introduced yourself hoping to reciprocate the same amiability. 

“It’s nice to meet you too,” you added, “I’m really looking forward to spending the summer.” 

“We’re glad to have you give our little town a chance,” he said softly, “Seokjin, why don’t you show her where she’ll be staying. Then, you can come down and grab some food for the two of you.” 

The residential area was deeper into the property. Just a couple of feet behind, Kim’s Abroad. You’d notice there was a continuation of the color white — it was neutral. But also made the small living space seem a bit bland. Colorless walls encaged a small kitchen which led right into the living room. There were two medium sized oval windows facing the ocean. A view you knew you’d spend a lot of time admiring and never getting tired of. 

Seokjin signaled over to the wooden door separating the bedroom from the living space. The bedroom was huge compared to your dorm back in University, and it was accompanied by an on suite bathroom. 

Thank God. 

If there was something you hated while in school it was the fucking communal bathrooms. The working around schedules to avoid the crowded showers, having to do your. . . Well having to take a shit (practically in public) was less than ideal and having to share bathrooms amongst ten other girls was not the most hygienic living situation you’ve had to live through.  

After dropping your bags near the bedroom door you plopped down on the full sized bed. You closed your eyes as tiredness weighed heavy on your eyelids. 

With the fluffiness of the mattress carrying your body, you sensed the way every bone, every muscle and every inch of you became cumbersome against your better judgment.  Though you tried and tried to sit up you couldn’t. It was so fucking impossible. . As if there was a ton sitting on your abdomen preventing you from doing anything. 

You were exhausted. Numb to your surroundings and your thoughts. You had honestly forgotten Seokjin was still in the room with you — that was until you felt the mattress dip right beside you. His body heat radiated off of him in waves and the warm sensation comforted you closer to a deep slumber. 

“Are you still up to eating or are you too tired?” Seokjin mumbled. His voice, so soft and poise almost as if he was afraid to blow your tympanum. 

Your eyes still remained closed. Behind them there was an invasive darkness — much darker than the night sky but there was also peace and all you wanted to do was to succumb to that very feeling. 

It kept you high and you felt light as a feather. You had never engaged in drug usage but you imagined this is what it felt like to be intoxicated. 

“I’m hungry but I’m also so tired,” you yawned almost instinctively, “I just want to sleep forever and ever.” 

“Sleeping forever would mean. . Well, you know. .” You know what he implied and though, that’s not initially what you meant you wouldn’t mind that either. Sleeping forever was peaceful and would spare you the burden of figuring out whatever the fuck your life has turned into. Imagine falling into a deep slumber and roaming over into the afterlife peacefully; serenely. Or maybe not. There were a million thoughts etched onto your brain and while you tried to make sense of it all, you couldn’t. You didn’t mind it but there was also a tug at your heart just urging to allow yourself to see things through. 

“I just meant. .” you paused, “I just meant I’m really really tired.”

“I know. .” he stood from where he sat on the bed and your eyes met him by the door. “Are you still down to get food though?” 

“Have you heard my stomach?” His smile was contagious as you'd quickly learned as a smile was painted on your lips as soon as his lips carved into a bright beam almost as illuminating as the golden star prancing in the late afternoon sky, “I think hunger trumps sleep at this moment.” 

That was a fib. But you didn’t really feel like being left alone with your thoughts at the moment — they were loud, overwhelming and deprecating.  To be honest you’d been lonely for way too long and you hated basking in the solitude of your own company. It’s not what you wanted or what you needed. 

Perhaps, tomorrow will be kinder. 

The sun was less brutal now. 

Likely, because the sun was en route to kiss the ocean as it continued to move closer and closer towards the horizon. The blazing star still had quite a journey ahead but it no longer sat in the middle of the sky shining down with its stinging rays. 

Late afternoons were always your favorite part of the day. Back in the city the congestion of buildings on every street wouldn’t allow for this kind of life; for a scenery like this — and again you began to feel at ease in your heart. You love it. The loud cackling of the neighborhood kids, the sound of skateboards, skates and bikes against the pavement, the smells of backyard barbecues and the briny waters just ahead, which was technically your front yard for the summertime. 

Back in the metropolis you’d learn to suffer through each passing day. Falling into the safety nets of routines and hoping for a better tomorrow.  

There was never fulfillment or satisfaction, just emptiness. A profound and very overbearing emptiness that swallowed you from the inside right into a dark pit of nothingness. 

“I hope you’re not vegan or anything,” Seokjin took a seat right beside you on the ledge of the building, your legs dangling from the edge, “otherwise we’d have to head back into town for some more dining options.” 

“I’m not vegan,” you confirmed. 

“Good, cause uncle Gong made us some crab cakes. He swears they’re his specialty but it’s my recipe,” he beamed. 

“Bullshit. .” I raised my eyebrow at his claim. 

“I’m serious!” he took a bite of the fritter, “well actually it was my mom’s but she taught me how to make it.” 

Was. Past tense. Did he realize he’d refer to his mother’s existence in such a way? He must’ve. Then, that would mean she’s no longer here. . No longer in Seokjin’s life. Did she abandon him or did she pass away? There were a million questions roaming around in your head but again you didn’t dare ask. 

Though, it was hard to imagine him caged in the torment of sorrow. Sure, everyone experiences it sooner or later but it just didn’t seem like him. You’d met him just a couple hours prior and you could already tell Seokjin was a bright soul. With a tender gaze that wrapped you up like a warm blanket and a smile that could ease any burden or pain even in the absence of words.

Already, you’d felt closer to him than anyone you had crossed paths back in the despondent sidewalks of the city. 

Seokjin is a friend. He is your friend. 

“Well, her recipe is amazing,” you utter in between bites, “so thank you for passing it on to your uncle to make.”

“It was my pleasure,” he smiled. 

A brief silence fell between the two as you finished your meal but you didn’t mind the lack of words. It was just the two of you, the lullaby of the waves, and the orange and pink hues set the sky ablaze as the sun continued its journey sinking deeper into the horizon.

Life here seemed to come right out of a painting — sort of like those you would see hung on the wall of an art exhibit and be completely divulged into, finding shelter behind the intricate lines and vibrant colors. 

“Where are those kids headed?” you asked, nodding towards the kids speeding down the street in skates and skateboards. 

“There’s a skatepark down the street,” he said, “I ride my bike there all the time whenever I wanna run away from kitchen duty.” 

“Kitchen duty?” you tittered. 

“You think I’m bullshitin’ again don’t you?” 

“You said it, not me.” 

He shook his head, laughing quietly at your playful banter, “do I not seem like a chef who also happens to be into bmx?” 

“I’d have to see you partake in both of those activities to believe it,” you shrugged. 

“I’m on prep duty early morning so I’ll get back to you on the cooking thing but we can begin with the skate park tomorrow,” Seokjin offered. 

“Tomorrow it is.” 

Seokjin swung back and forth, he seemed to have something on his mind but his lips remained sealed until finally he spoke, “What about you? Do you have any hobbies?” 

“Yeah,” you picked at the blue chipped nail polish on your nails, “I went to culinary school actually. I was a sous chef back in the city but I was fired.” 

“Oh, shit,” Seokjin’s eyes were the size of pool balls, “Led me right into the lion’s den. Didn’t you? Now, I can’t cook for you. You’d put me on the chopping block.” 

“I promise I won’t,” you clasped your hands together, “Contrary to what you might believe, cooking is not my passion.” 

“Parents?” he didn’t need to elaborate, you understood perfectly. 

“Kind of. .” You moved your head from side to side, “They didn’t really influence my decision but my dad’s a chef and I thought I needed to be just like him.” 

“And you learned you didn’t?” 

“Exactly,” you nodded. 

“So what’s your true passion?” 

“Art. I’ve always wanted to illustrate books,” you turned away sensing you’d peel too much back. Perhaps, you have. Perhaps, not but no one had ever asked you that before. No one has ever shown even the slightest interest in learning what fills your heart with joy and consumes your days with a sense of accomplishment, “it was my minor in college.” 

“You should go for it.” 

“You don’t even know if I’m good..” 

“I don’t need to,” he tilted his head in your direction, he was glowing — truly the textbook definition of beauty, “I can see the way your eyes twinkle at the mere mention of it. You should do what makes you happy.” 

“What makes you happy?” 

“This place.” His words weren’t elaborate yet somehow you kind of understood exactly what he meant. 

“What makes you stay?” 

“That’s what keeps me here,” he nodded signaling out to something in front of him but you couldn’t really decipher what he was pinpointing. 

Finally, your thoughts settled, “the people?” 

“The tide,” his chestnut eyes remained on the scenery laid out in front of the two of you. Then he continued, “it’s always serene; peaceful. And even in the havoc of storms the ocean manages to sing a tune that fills me with comfort. It calms me down.” 

“The tide.” You mumbled in solidarity with his words. Because it was true. The ocean was a music box kept open and the more you sat and listened the more at ease you felt. 

As if you were meant to be here, like you belonged here, right where you were. 

Remnants of the night before flashed in your mind and you remember Seokjin’s sweet words as he communicated that the roof was your official hideout as it was closed off to the public and uncle Gong despised climbing anymore stairs than he had to — a place where only the two of you could escape to and just get to know each other for hours and hours. You really liked the sound of that. 

You yawned, rubbing sleep off of your lids and walking into the bathroom to carry out your morning routine. Soon, you moved over to the kitchen preparing yourself a quick breakfast composed of eggs and toasts. After your rooftop adventure Seokjin had accompanied you back into the main part of town to grab a few groceries at the mini super market. Thank God for that. 

Time was now nearing the late afternoon and after throwing on a pair or shorts and a crop top you were flying out the front door, down the stairs and towards Kim’s Abroad. Seokjin said he had the early shift today. It was too early in the day for customers but he was helping with prep before the restaurant opened in about 15 minutes for the lunch rush. 

“You ready?” he asked, exiting the shop through the back door and hanging his apron on a hook you couldn’t particularly see. It was astounding how fine Seokjin looked even in the simplest outfits. Like today, he wore denim shorts which cut off mid-thigh, a white tank, black converse and the same backwards blue baseball cap which he tucked his floppy bangs under to keep them away from his face. 

“Ready.” you confirmed following him to the bike rack as he began unlocking his bicycle from the metal bar. 

Again, for the third time since you two met you hopped on the pegs placing your hands on his shoulders to keep yourself from falling off the back of his bike. You looked down at his soft golden skin stretching over his massive shoulders. You hadn’t noticed the day before but Seokjin was well-built. The dark veins stretched up the dorsal side of his hand and forearm as he gripped the handlebars steering the bike down the street. His bicep flexed whenever he pressed on the hand brakes. 

It was distracting. But whenever you tried to take in your surroundings and drink in the beauty of this town you found your gaze focused on him. 

He was the swirls of black and white psychedelic lines inducing you into a state of hypnosis — demanding your attention be set on him and refusing you spare even a second thinking of anything else. 

That gravitational pull you felt drawing you closer to him despite how close in proximity he was terrifying. You barely knew him and already you felt as if you’d known him forever. 

“We’re here,” he said, pulling up to the green metal bench inside of the skate park. Hoping off, you finally peeled your eyes away from Seokjin and looked ahead to the crowded park adorned with ramps, stairs, rails, dips and countless other obstacles.

“What if. .” you began, ogling the kids successfully landing their tricks, amazed by their effortless talent, “what if they get hurt?” 

“They stand up and just try again.” Surely, it couldn’t be that simple. It must hurt. It had to hurt. Your past of disdained misfortune resulted in you landing on the floor, head first, one too many times which hurt like hell. Those were slips and stumbles nothing hard enough to cause any real damage — you really couldn’t imagine busting your ass here on this fucking concrete. 

“Standing back up must hurt so fucking bad though.” 

“It does,” he pointed out the scars adorning his upper and lower extremities — some healed, some not. 

“So you spend a lot of time with these kids huh?” you asked, simply wanting him to open up a bit more; to learn all of the details unique to him. Those details which made Seokjin who he was.

“Sometimes. When I’m not in the shop,” he shrugged, taking a seat right beside you on the bench. His thighs rubbing up against yours, “don’t go judging me for hanging around here on my down time. I’m not the only twenty year old in this skate park.” 

“I wasn’t judging.”

“Your eyes tell.” 

“Are you saying I’m easy to read?” you asked, his eyes shed their usual tone of dark brown under the sun rays now glowing closer to caramel. 

“Right now you are,” you didn’t know if you were daydreaming but his vision continued to circle your features, first back and forth between your eyes and then lower down to your lips. 

“Are you going to show me what you got or are you just going to sit here all afternoon,” your voice barely above a whisper. You were afraid your stupid mind would lead you to do something stupid. 

“Actually. .” he pulled a pair of white and purple skates from the backpack he previously carried on his back, “we’re here for you.” 

“Absolutely not.” 

“Why not?” 

“I know we only met approximately twenty-four hours ago but I have a confession to make,” you cleared your throat and he moved closer towards you, (As if that could even be possible. . He was practically sitting on top of you), wanting to preserve your privacy, “I’m a klutz. I’m clumsy. I am a walking liability.” 

“Now, you’re just making things up.” 

You shook your head, “I’m not making it up.” 

“If that is the case then it’s okay,” he pushed the skates closer in your direction, “I’m here to help.” 

“I just hope you have a first aid kit near.” 

Seokjin reached into his bag showing me a red pouch with a white cross on it. A wide smile plastered on his face. “I’m always ready.” 

“Of course, you are,” you grabbed the skates from his hands, “ but I’m expecting you to catch me if I fall.” 

“I will, don’t worry. I’ll always be here to catch you.” 

In the middle of your chest, where the seat of your soul beat rhythmically on its day to day course, today in that moment, after those two words were uttered from his dulcet lips there was a stutter in your palpitations and for a brief moment you felt a ping at your chest. It hurt so much — but it also reminded you that you were alive. 

Beads of sweat strolled down your temples as you tried to maneuver the roller blades strapped to your feet. Your balmy palms remained clasped against Seokjin's holding on for dear life. Your eyes were glued to the floor but you continued leaning into his guidance, determining that you would get it and you would not stop until you did. 

Seokjin was extremely patient. Even with your frequent squealing and the death grasp you maintain, he remained calm. Slowly guiding you over the small ramps and the mini cylindrical cone shaped obstacle with the flat tops. 

“You got this,” his words of encouragement dozed you with overconfidence and soon you began feeling invisible. As if you could conquer this and anything else thrown your way no matter how big or difficult. 

With his guidance and instructions you continued being led around the skatepark with your knees slightly bent, your upper body leaning towards him for balance and the slowed gliding of the eight wheels against the pavement. 

“You’re doing great,” he wore a gleeful grin.

You didn’t know if his praise was tainting your lack of better judgment but the words escaped your lips before you even realized what you said,  “can I try it by myself?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I forgot your helmet, knee and elbow pads,” he guided you towards the green bench once again, “let’s keep your first lesson simple. Just until we come back with the proper equipment. Yeah?” 

You nodded. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I think that was the adrenaline talking.” 

“I hope that means you’ve enjoyed yourself.” 

“Of course, as long as I’m invited I’ll definitely be tagging along more often,” you smiled. 

“You’re always invited.” 

Unlike the betrayal of your tremulous legs and arms while skating Seokjin maneuvered his bike with confidence. He dropped into the bowl without hesitation, then jumped. . levitating in mid air. You were stunned, it was as if he could fly — soaring in the sky like an eagle. He did it again, and again, and again and you cheered him on loudly hoping to reciprocate a fraction of the support he’d expressed as he helped you skate. 

“How did you even manage to do that. . without even breaking a sweat?” you were still stunned as the two of you walked down to the shore after leaving his bike back home after leaving the skatepark. Home. Well, temporary home. 

He shrugged, still a cocky smirk planted on his lips, “I used to practice a lot.” 

“You’ve got to teach me to do all of that.” 

“First, I gotta teach you to not fall off your skates.” 

“Right,” you smiled. 

The two of you walked right beside each other leaving no room for space in between — your hands kept brushing against one another and that friction alone radiated prickles of heat to crawl on your skin. 

“You’ll get it soon,” he leaned towards you, bumping his shoulder into yours, “you’re an amazing student. . So far.” 

“So far?” you gasped, taking fake offense at his meager ‘compliment’. 

“So far,” he nodded, “. . because you also did try to go off riding on your own after one lesson.” 

“I didn’t go off running,” you rolled your eyes, “I asked if I could. Drama queen.” 

“Because I was holding on.” 

You shook your head, “again, drama queen.” 

You and Seokjin walked on the sidewalk parallel to the shore line for quite some time now but he kept babbling about this secret spot he swore was worth it. Without a line of questions or an inch of hesitation you followed along knowing that each adventure promised contained a photo album of memories in your mind to go along with it. Still, you didn’t mind the distance and you didn’t care what the destination looked like as long as the plans involved having Seokjin presence right there with you.  

“This way,” he said, cutting down a small pathway leading towards the beach, “I don’t think your flip flops will cut it though,” 

“We’re not too far from the house. I could go back for some sneakers.” 

“There’s no need for that. We’re practically almost there. Come on,” he crouched down in front of you. Was he really insinuating you’d do what you thought he was? “Hop on.” 

Whoever said Mt. Everest was the highest peak on planet Earth was fucking lying.  Though, you have never found yourself on the mountains’ slope, already, you knew being carried on Seokjin’s back was far more exhilarating than any other journey you could embark up the Himalayas. From his back, the world seemed anew. It was brighter, clearer and scorching too. You weren’t really sure if that was because his height boosted you a bit closer to the sun or if it was because his palm rested on your bare thighs, holding you in place as he ascended down the large rocks. 

Perhaps, this is the kind of freedom he felt while riding his bike at the skatepark, quickly you began to understand why he chose that high. 

“Are you doing okay?” he asked. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Except you weren’t. His touch was ardent against your skin and while it felt like you played too close to fire, it was also addicting. All you knew is you wanted to feel that blaze on every inch of your body consuming you into lively flames. 

“We’re almost there.” 

“Hey Seokjin, can I ask you a question?” 

“Whatever you wanna know. I’ll answer,” you wrapped your hands around his neck, resting your elbows on his shoulders. His warm breath fanned your arms causing goosebumps to etch on your skin. For a brief second he rested his head against your forearm before continuing, “but first please call me you gotta start calling me Jin.” 

“Jin,” you mumbled, “it suits you.” 

He chuckled, “you had a question?” 

“Yeah,” you cleared your throat, “back at the skatepark you said you used practiced a lot. . on your bike.” 

“I did.” 

“You’re still referring to it in past tense.” 

“I am.” 

“Why?” you really didn’t want to push too far but you also had a desire to ask and know. 

“BMX, the competitions,” he began, “it’s something I did in the past.” 

You furrowed your brows, “But you still do it. What I mean is you still go to the skatepark.” 

He sighed, where was something weighing on his heart. You could feel it, “Yeah, now it’s just a pastime. Something I hold onto. Just to have some sort of life line between the old me and the present version myself.” 

You and Jin were polar opposites. While he chose to dwell in the past, in the blink of an eye you ditched yours back in the city. Without hesitation you abandoned your sluggish life as a caterpillar lurking through the shadows of skyscrapers — awfully slow and urging a better brighter tomorrow. Metamorphosis indicates that after the cocooning stage the insect should blossom into a beautiful butterfly. You weren’t at that last stage yet but you hoped one day you would be. 

“What was the old you like?” 

He shrugged with sour thoughts tugging the corner of his mouth downward, “I was young. . way too young obviously and naive but I also urged for calmer waters.” 

“Did riding help out?” you asked. 

“It did. It helped quite a lot for a long time,” he mumbled, “. .until it didn’t anymore and now I guess I’m trying to make peace with it.” 

“Is there a particular reason why it ever stopped helping?” You felt his muscles tensed as his slender fingers sunk a bit deeper into your skin. It didn’t hurt but you’d hit something you were trying to avoid, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” his feet finally came in contact with the golden grains of sand but he didn’t make any effort to put you down. No, he only held on tighter, “it just drags along a string of. .” he paused, “memories.” 

“Bad. . memories?” 

“Bad memories,” he confirmed. 

The ocean sang its soulful tune just a couple of feet away as the waves continued their rhythmic crashing on the shore. It was soothing. . peaceful and it eased your nerves against his warm palms. 

“During that time. .”  he began, sighing heavy as the soles of his feet continued sinking into the sand as you trotted further down the beach, “I was wandering around aimlessly—in my head for too long. I lost someone close. Someone who I loved more than I even tolerate myself.” 

“Jin, I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” there was a slight tremble in his voice, as if he was trying to get a massive knot down his esophagus, “it happened years ago.” 

“Still, time measures no grief. It must’ve been hard then and it probably still is,” unconsciously, you found yourself laying your head against the back of his neck, “but it is okay to feel, and cry and allow ourselves time to process and make our own peace. We’re only human after all.” 

“I’m still trying to make peace with it everyday but I choose to remember our positive days,” his eyes focused on the footprints he left behind on the sand, “her love, her embrace and tenderness, her charisma. . it was very easy to love her.” 

Her? Her. 

The only woman he’s ever referred to in the past tense was his mother shortly after the two of you met. You wanted to ask and express proper condolences. Not to be nosey but to be there for him and provide a shoulder for him to lean on. Make sure he’s actually okay, although he seems to be dealing with things well you still don’t want to trigger any melancholy memories. 

“The good memories will keep her alive and grounded in your heart,” your hand hovered over the center of his chest. “I’m glad you’re on the road to making peace.” 

“Yeah, me too.” 

“You should continue riding though,” you murmured, “Despite what happened I’ve seen you soar on your bike. It makes you happy and you should do what makes you happy.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” he giggled, “I see what you’re doing.” 

You gasped, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“Of course not,” he laughed. 

“I mean it though.”

“I know,” his hands roamed higher down the avenue of your thighs a bit closer to your bum but not quite. The feeling was sensational—vertiginous and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t read through all of the scenarios blooming in your head. . The ones where his touch doesn’t  just stop mid way up your thighs. No, instead he continues inching higher and higher until. . “Thank you,” 

His words pulled you out of your daydream yet you still felt the despotic heat coursing through your body. Too potent to ignore. 

Seokjin’s secret spot is breathtaking. A monument right out of a National Geographic magazine cover. The two of you lay in the small cave with an oculus skylight at the top allowing the sun to peek through when it sat high on the cerulean sky along with two archways opened right up to the roaring sea. 

The grains of the golden sand felt therapeutic and warm under your indolent frame. There was a brisk breeze cooling you down, not too cold but just cool enough to dry your previously balmy skin. 

It was a slice of heaven. . right here, right now. 

And Jin, he laid right beside you his body heat radiating in eminent waves. Finally his dark strands on full display no longer hidden under the cap the way it’s been since you met him days prior. His shirt was off displaying his sculpted physique which captivated your attention entirely. 

Seokjin’s secret spot is breathtaking but so was he. And fuck was it blinding the way he was shining brighter than the amber star overhead. He was ravishing; stunning through and through. 

“Was the trip worth it?” he asked, his dark eyes burning a hole at your side. 

“I barely made as much as a trip, you carried me the entire way here,” you scoffed, “is your back really doing okay?” 

He rolled his eyes, “for the hundredth time my back is doing just fine.” 

“So, let me ask you, was the trip worth it with me on your back the entire time?” your expression was deadpanned.

“Wrong question. .” he smirked. “Did my hands and back find comfort in carrying you the entire way? Yes.” 

His hands on you. Your mind flashed in spurs to that very moment where his warm touch birthed goosebumps on your skin. Quickly, that feeling became looped in your mind and even now, when his hands were no longer on you, you felt it—God, you felt it. 

“And the truth comes to light,” you tutted, kissing your teeth and shaking your head in disapproval, “is that all you wanted? To feel me up, Jin?” 

The apples of his cheeks were dusted in a deep roseate shade, “I mean. . it’s not all I wanted.” 

“Are you blushing, Seokjin?” you mumbled, “I thought this was a confessional. I mean you enjoyed having your hands on me the entire way here, right?” 

“Right,” The crimson shade traveled to the tips of his ears. He’s bashful; how cute. 

“Jinnie?” 

He hummed. 

“I also enjoyed it,” you said, “it’s too bad though.”  

“What is?” His eyes were doe-like, holding a luminous glimmer which projected the intricate ocean waves on them as they continued rocking right before you. 

“Your hands never really made it where I needed them.” 

He gulped, “and where was that?” 

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about,” your fingertips toyed with the button of your shorts. Typically, you weren’t this forward and simply let your misfortune map the adverse roads of your life but today you didn’t care to fight against yourself. You wanted him. You needed him, “of course, we can pick up where you left off and actually progress higher this time.” 

“Yeah,” he nodded. 

“Are you okay with that?” 

“I’m so okay with that.” 

“Is that the only way in?” you pointed in the direction the two of you came in. 

“Boats can pull up through the archways as well,” Jin’s bottom lip was tucked under his lips and his gaze devouring you entirely. 

Of course, you began the show by slipping your hands under the fabric of your denim shorts. Your middle finger began drawing vertical lines against your clothed slit—dragging it slowly. Up and down, again and again, until the friction became useless to your zealous desire. 

“Then, we better be quick,” you breathed out. 

“I better be quick,” he emphasized moving closer to you. 

The shadows of his face were so close to yours you could draw out every little feature and decipher the hints of eucalyptus and mint from his morning shampoo. Your hands landed on his cheek, leading him closer to you; pressing your bodies to one another. 

Seokjin’s lips were warm and soft like velvet moving in a uniformed dance against yours. It was slow yet passionate as if he was trying to savor every inch of your lips—as if he wanted to be consumed by the taste of your tongue. 

The pads of his fingers left behind a trail of goosebumps as they moved lower and lower, until they came in contact with your shorts. In a swift moment he unbuttoned them and began drawing small figures onto your skin right where the hem of your panties sat. 

Between his lips and his touch you felt inebriated, as if you were mindlessly roaming around somewhere between the clouds and the sky. 

He pulled away but his forehead rested on yours. His lips still hovered over yours as his paced pants fanned his cool breath on them. 

“Can I. .?” 

“Please, Seokjin. Please touch me,” the pleads dripped from your lips semi-automatically and you had to admit there wasn’t a hint of shame to hold you back. 

There was nothing on earth more exhilarating, more enlivening than the feeling of Jin’s hands sinking under the fabric of your silk underwear. Not riding a roller coaster, not climbing the highest mountain on earth, not even winning the fucking lottery. His touch was intoxicating. . just like his kisses and there was nothing you’d rather feel. Except, probably a bit, more. 

“Faster, please,” you whined, swaying your hips against his touch as he drew circles on your aching clit. If obeying and compliance was a stern trait then it is one Jin conveyed with no push backs or arguments. 

“Tell me something doll,” his fingers traveled lower lining up against your entrance. He pressed against your cunt but never pushed past—the squelching of your wetness echoed in your ears. It was all you could hear, “did you ever think we’d be in this predicament this early on?” 

You gasped, urgently shaking your head as his fingers became wrapped in your walls moving in and out of you slowly, “I-I didn’t. But I did hope for it.” 

He sneered, “you hoped for it, huh?” 

“Dreamt of it on my first night here actually.” 

“I dreamt of it too, you know,” he whispered softly, his lips traced the shell of your ear, “the way you’d feel, your sweet sounds, the way you’d be clenching around me the exact same way you are right now.” 

His name was a mantra laced on your tongue and you uttered it once and once again as if it was muscle memory. The only thing, the only name coherent enough in your head—the only one you knew, which was probably true. You couldn’t even recall your own. 

But he had no mercy on you, his digits had no mercy on you—they just moved in and out of your slickness quicker and quicker as time progressed and you were so close, you practically stood at the edge as your orgasm approached in a massive wave. 

“Please,” you moaned, “please let me-“ 

He shook his head, “Just a bit longer, doll.” 

You hadn’t even realized your eyes were shut tight, the back of your eyelids tainted with desperation. And Jin was no longer stationed beside you, instead he kneeled in front of your bent legs spreading them farther and farther away from each other. 

The ocean still sat just a couple feet ahead, still singing that soulful song which eased your nerves the longer you laid on that very sand waiting—urging for Jin’s touch on you. 

It was all you could think of. . the way his touch burned trails of passion on your skin leaving behind a desire so potent that you just couldn’t extinguish without his help.  

He was the only one who could put it out. 

Seokjin removed both your shorts and panties leaving them pooled at your ankles. His austere gaze remained on your cunt and he seemed to be drinking in every detail of your blossomed rose. 

“Beautiful,” he mumbled, almost inaudibly.  

“Jin,” your eyes, your voice both dripped with desperation. 

He nodded understanding your unspoken command almost instantly inching closer and closer between your thighs until his face sat just a couple inches away. His tongue was frigid against your slit it weaved a bolt of electricity intertwined along the ridges of your spine. A gasp escaped your lips as he perfected the combination of sucking and licking your sensitive bud before dragging his flattened tongue along your folds. 

A delectable repetition. One, more saccharine than any dessert you’d had the burden of making back during your days in the kitchen. 

This was better. It was so much fucking better. 

Seokjin’s slurp noises against you, your sweet incoherent sounds and the cries of the ocean were one in the same. All of them were the end product of an orchestrated ballad. 

“Jinnie,” your nails massaged his scalp before gripping his face, pushing him closer to you. God, you needed him closer. So much fucking closer. 

“Yes, doll?” His words almost muffled an evident refusal to stop what he was doing. 

“Can I h-help you out?” 

“With?” he continued. 

“Even from up here I can see how tight your shorts have become,” you hissed, “I want you in my mouth while you eat me out.” 

Seokjin pulled away. Your juices coated his chin and mouth, “That’s fine baby, but I want you sitting on my face.” 

Jin took your spot sprawled out on the sand. You climbed on top of him, placing your knees on either side of his face claiming your seat on his features. His hands snaked around your thighs, pulling you down, positioning your soaked cunt to be aligned with his mouth. Meanwhile, you leaned forwards helping him pull down and finally kick off his briefs. 

Seokjin was big. Bigger than you’d imagined. 

Your hand wrapped around the base of his cock as you took his tip past your lips, finally getting a taste of his pre-cum. At the same time you felt him take a swipe on your fold before his eloquent tongue dug inside you diligently licking your walls, ridding them off your juices. 

The iteration of a sinful melody. Building up tension in the pit of your stomach while your back arched and your toes curled. 

Though, you tried to focus on the way his cock moved in and out of your mouth—his deathly grasp on your thighs and his tongue. . It was all too distracting. 

“Fuck, Jin,” you keen too dazed in pleasure to fully grasp the way you tugged on his hair keeping his head in place as you began to grind on his face, finally succumbing to the urgency of reaching your approaching peak. 

He hummed under you, leading your unoccupied hand down to his cock and guiding it up and down his shaft. This went on for some time. Felt like forever and then finally he came in warm spurts coating your hand. And that very image drove you to your climax as he licked you dry. 

Carefully, you climbed off his face and laid right beside him, his chest heaving as he attempted to catch his breath. 

Your name sounded like peaches in his strained voice, “you. . that was amazing.”  

“You’re amazing,” you giggled, “but once again you did all the work.” 

“I don’t mind doing all the work,” he leaned over leaving peppered kisses on your cheek. 

“You say that to all the girls who occupy the Airbnb?” 

“Nope,” he emphasized the p, “just you.” 

“I find that hard to believe. Just look at you.” 

“You think my charms and good looks are hard to resist?” he beamed. 

“That and the third leg in between your thighs.” 

He laughed. “Well, believe it. You’re the only girl I’ve done. . anything with for years.” 

Your heart beat rhythmically in your chest at the utterance of his confession. His words didn’t mean much at all but you couldn’t help the fluffers in your head and the way your stomach felt so giddy you thought you’d vomit. 

It felt foreign but you welcomed it nevertheless. You liked that feeling. 

“You wanna go swimming?” you asked. 

“Skinny dipping?” he quirked a brow. 

“You’re not worried about someone coming?” 

“If someone’s come in for the past like fifteen minutes they saw me neck deep in your pussy,” he stood up taking off his shirt and leaving his shorts behind before running towards the aquamarine waves, “I don’t really think it matters anymore.”

“If?” you asked following behind him. 

The day before yesterday was a dream. 

A dream, no a wet dream. Composed of your fervent fantasies. And you? You lived in that cave and you probably would for the rest of your time here. Dwelling on his warm touch on your skin—goosebumps rose on every inch of your body causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand straight. 

Your fingers followed the trails he’d mapped on your body, paved so intricately, they were so easy to follow and all roads led to the same exact place. 

You were so wet, but you probably had been ever since that day. Was that normal? You didn’t care, you just wanted him to touch you again. 

There was a knock on the door waking you right out of your daydreams. Grabbing your robe you wrapped it around your figure before heading towards the door. 

“Hey,” you opened the door standing aside allowing him to come in. 

“I’m sorry I’ve been MIA since yesterday,” he kissed your cheek—you guys weren’t nearly official but it kind of felt like you were. . or you hoped so anyway, “Uncle Gong has been on edge lately. There’s another seafood restaurant opening up on the pier. It's got him going crazy.” 

“Crazy prep hours?” 

He sighed before slouching down on the couch, “crazy prep hours,” he confirmed. 

“You must be so tired,” you cooed, “do you want anything to eat? I can make you something.” 

“I’m okay, besides food is not exactly what I’m craving.” 

“Hm,” you straddled his lap. “Then, what is?”

“I should’ve kissed you after I ate you out yesterday,” his hands slid under your robe kneading your upper thighs, “you would’ve gotten a chance to see how addicting you taste.” 

His phone began buzzing, it was Uncle Gong. Jin sighed before pressing the accept button and in a matter of seconds you heard the older man’s voice in a frantic banter. 

You were one hundred percent sure it wasn’t Uncle Gong’s intention to cockblock but you just wanted Seokjin to stay and fuck you into the mattress. 

You were still dripping just thinking about it. However, by the look on his face you were certain he had other news—ones which hindered your fantasies of early morning sex. 

“I gotta go.” 

“Do you have to?” you whined. 

“I don’t want to,” he leaned over, leaving a kiss on your lips. It was brief and your body screamed for more but you didn’t vocalize it. Instead you sat in silence as he continued to carry out a mental battle attempting to find a victo. He had to go, you knew that much. You also knew he wanted to stay. You wanted him to as well but he couldn’t. 

He stood from the couch but before he could make his way towards the front door Jin turned back around, kneeling right before you. His hand reached up cupping your face as he leaned closer until his silken lips landed back on yours. However, this wasn’t just another peck. 

This kiss. 

It swept you under the currents of the bestial sea and you sank deeper towards the ocean floor but you weren’t scared. In the void, under the darkness of the tide Jin was a beacon of light—guiding you towards an eternity where his lips kept moving on yours the way they were right now. 

This fucking kiss. 

Is your beginning but also your end. 

It took your last breath but also made you feel alive. 

You didn’t want it to end. . but it did, “meet me at the restaurant tomorrow tonight. Uncle Gong is letting me prepare something for you. Took a lot of convincing but I had him come around.” 

“I’ll be there.” 

“Seven o’clock.” 

“Just twenty four hours.” 

He smiled before closing the door behind him. 

Back in the city dating was rather difficult. 

Not only were you a workaholic, you also avoided any kind of social events and situations outside of the restaurant. 

Here, things were a bit different. You came here for a chance at self reflection, to work on yourself and find the real you but instead your path became intertwined with Seokjin and while you didn’t mind you also couldn’t help but reprimand your heart whenever it skipped a beat at the sight of him. 

Sort of like it was doing right now, Jin was in the kitchen of Kim’s Abroad and you sat at the small table set-up for a candlelit dinner for two. 

The gears in the rules of the universe shifted Noone ever went through this kind of trouble—to plan something this nice after they’d already had their fun with you. Especially if things would have taken their  course as easily as they did with him. 

Well, except, maybe Seokjin. 

Cute. 

“Tonight’s special,” he set both of your plates on the table revealing a cut of grilled salmon garnished with lemon wedges, and accompanied by coconut rice and roasted potatoes, “I hope you like it. . but please do lie if you hate it. I’m sensitive.” 

You laughed, mounting your spoon with the perfect bite of all the foods he’d prepared combined before taking it in your mouth, your taste buds danced in delight, “Seokjin, this is heavenly. It is truly amazing.” 

“Is that the honest truth or are you just looking to spare my feelings?” 

“I would never lie,” you swallowed before continuing, “This is all absolutely delicious.” 

“Better than Uncle Gong’s crab cakes?” 

“I thought that was your recipe?” 

“It is,” he shrugged, “but he thinks he makes them better than me.” 

“I don’t know, I think he wins this war,” you joked, “those crab cakes were killer.” 

“Traiter,” he scoffed.

Dinner was exquisite but small talk was left to a minimum when you both realized Uncle Gong’s restaurant curfew was quickly approaching. After cleaning up and closing up you and Seokjin headed towards the roof, unwilling to give up the night and let it cease. 

The street lights lit up the street corners and while there were people roaming around here and there—it was nothing compared to the congested afternoons. 

But you liked this. 

The feeling of you and Seokjin being the only people left behind in the world, the songs of the waves still playing in the background and the stars gleaming overhead. 

“Has this always been your secret spot?” you asked, laying beside him on the navy blue duvet. 

“Yes,” his eyes glowed under the light of the moon, again they looked lighter than you’d remembered, “I practically lived up here like three summers ago.” 

“An escape?” you asked, not really needing to emphasize. 

He nodded, “after mom passed the house choked me with her lingering presence, her scent, her love. I wanted her back. To spend just one more day with her and make sure she knew how much I loved her and how much I would miss her but that’s just not how life worked and she was no longer there.” 

“I’m so sorry,” you snuggled closer into him, laying your head on your chest—his heartbeat thumped against your ear, “I can’t even imagine how hard that time must have been.” 

“It was,” he laid his head on yours, “It was harder than hard if that even makes sense. I shut a lot of things out and no longer found comfort in the things I loved. .” he paused. 

“Like riding?” 

“Yeah,” he sighed, there was a slight tremble in his voice, “it’s just mom wasn’t there to cheer me on anymore. Looking out at the stands was depressing because her usual seat was empty. Sadness overshadowed everything on the track, she was all I could think of.” 

You didn’t say anything, just allowed him to carry on without interruptions. He continued, “Uncle Gong tagged along whenever he didn’t have to manage the restaurant but it just wasn’t the same, you know?” 

You hummed letting him know you still listened attentively. 

“Wounds heal over time though and while this one tears a bit every time I think of her, I know she’s up there watching over me,” he said. 

“She is, she’s always been watching over you and she always will be.”

“I know,” he simpered, leaving a soft peck on your forehead. “What about you? Are you missing your life back in the city yet?” 

“Not a chance.” 

“What is this vendetta you hold against the city?” 

“The city is such a hypocrite. I never understood how so many souls could live in the same place and yet one person could still manage to feel so lonely,” you exhaled rather loudly, “life. . things were supposed to be different, you know?” 

“Different isn’t always bad.” 

“I suppose not.” 

“It’s not,” a slight smile sat on his lips. A brief silence fell between you two and then he asked the question you’d avoided giving any thought to since setting foot in town, “do your parents know you’re here?” 

“Not. . really?” 

“That sounded like a question.” 

“It kind of is.” 

A slight smile was displayed on his lips, “Are you here hiding from them?” 

“Kind of. .” you cackled, “it’s not really hiding if they don’t know I’m here to begin with right?” 

“So they don’t know you left the city?” 

“They know—I’m not in the city and taking a small break but they don’t know exactly where,” you say mushing all the words into one long word, not really wanting to decipher what you were saying, “they also don’t know I was fired. I think that’ll break their heart too much.” 

“Are you planning to tell them anytime soon?” 

“I was going to tell them. . once I make it back to the city and find a new job.” 

“Oh..okay.” 

His embrace grew tighter, he held you closer and you could feel his warmth wracking your nerves. It was like he didn’t want to let go.. not now. Not ever. And you didn’t want him to either, “but I’m not sure if that truly is the reality of what I want,” you sighed, “I was miserable in the city, the life I lived there was rigid. Besides, cooking is not what I intend to do for the rest of my life. I just. . I don’t know what to do.” 

“All of the roads leading to our destiny are paved the way they are for a reason,” Jin offered, “they mold us and guide us to the exact spot where we are supposed to be.”  

“You’re right.” 

“Also call your parents. You deserve to pursue what you want but they should also know,” he said. “Plus, I bet they’re worried sick.” 

“Again. . you’re right.” a low sough escaped your lips mimicking the swift draft blowing by in the late night. 

”I know I am,” he said smugly, “what would you even do without me?”

“You’re a cocky motherfucker you know.” 

“If by cocky motherfucker you mean multi-talented handsome Jin. Then, yes I do agree with that.” 

“Not what I meant,” you mumbled. 

“You know, you weren’t talking all this shit when we were in that cave a couple days ago.” 

“Yeah, I think that’s because my mouth was kind of a little busy.” 

“Right,” Jin drew in a deep breath, his fingers toyed with the straps of your dress, “you know I think we left something unfinished back in your apartment a couple of days ago.” 

“Yeah, it’s too bad that you had to go,” you turned around now lying on your side facing away from him, “because I wanted—I needed you to stay so bad.” 

“Needed, huh?” he asked, pressing closer against your back side. Lingers of sandalwood and citrus invaded your nostrils. An aromatic scent so rich and so addicting all you craved was to bury your nose to the base of his neck and grow faded off his fragrance. 

You closed your eyes, ensnared in the trance of his soft pants as he began grinding his crotch against your ass at an agonizing pace. 

His clothed dick marked you before you even had the chance to feel him inside you.

 It was torture. 

“Jin,” you moaned. 

“What’s wrong, doll?” he replied in a derisive tone while clicking his tongue. His hands reached lower and lower until they landed on your inner thighs, “am I close to where you want me?” 

You nodded frantically, “Higher.” 

His fingers delineated the goosebumps forming on your skin as he dawdled his journey to your soaked cunt. 

“Higher, Seokjin. Please,” your voice tainted with desire and desperation. 

“Tell me, is this where you want me?” His digits traced your folds spreading your wetness en route. Your dress now hiked up to your waist as Jin began rubbing small circles on your clit. Then, slowly he repeated, “Is this where you wanted me?” 

“Hm.” 

“You were anticipating this weren’t you?” Jin whispered, causing downpours of chills to trickle down your back, “is that why you wore no underwear?” 

His fingers continued working in-between your folds, “Uh, fuck yes!” You screamed out. 

There were approximately billions of stars in the Milky Way galaxy, a lot of which you were looking up to at that very moment. And yet as you laid there under the incantation of Seokjin’s finger you witnessed the birth of many stars flickering into life. 

Your chest heaved as you settled down from yet another astounding high. 

“Doll,” Seokjin swiped his fingers coated with your juices onto your lips, as if he was applying lip gloss on you. You opened your mouth taking his digits in licking them clean. “Holy fuck, you will be the death of me.” 

“Jin?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I need you.” 

He laid flat on his back patting his lap, “come on, baby girl.” 

You straddled him, your wet pulsating cunt rubbing against his clothed erection. There was a painful hunger rooting in between your legs—craving nothing but to have him buried deep in you. 

“Take it out,” he instructed. You unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down along with his briefs just enough for his erection to spring free. 

Slowly, you began sinking down on his cock. Your mouth agape at the overwhelming feeling of him filling you up while your hands landed on his chest for balance. Once accustomed to his size you began to move up and down on his length as he disappeared deeper and deeper inside of you. 

Seokjin was full of pleasant surprises; his fingers, his mouth, his tongue so it was really no surprise his dick was equally as blessed. 

“Seokjin,” you whimpered. 

“Oh doll,” his hands gripped your waist, fingers digging into your skin likely to leave marks behind—guiding you to move at a quicker pace.  “Fuck!” 

“God, you feel so good.” 

The composition of your bodies moving against each other molded into the perfect whole. You were two, but while he fucked into you the way he was you felt as if he belonged inside your walls and you never ever wanted to feel empty again.  

“Doll, I’m so close,” his rough and raspy voice was a bass tune in your ears, “so fucking close.” 

“I want you to cum in me. Please, Jin,” you continued riding him, your skin slapping on his continuing your journey on his cock sliding up and down over and over until your walls began to clench around him. 

It wasn’t long before the two of you reached your peak and you collapsed on top of him, out of breath and too tired to do anything that required moving in any way. 

“Now tell me, is there any chance you’d stay even after the summer’s over.” 

“I’ve been thinking about it,” his skin was scolding even over the layer of his t-shirt, his chest and forehead glistening by a thin layer of sweat, “a lot actually.” 

“And what was the conclusion?” 

“I like it here,” you kissed his cheek, “I think I’ll be staying. . For now. Take some time to myself and explore things.” 

“I like it when you’re here.” 

“That reminds me,” you reached for your purse, “ I have a surprise for you.” 

You pulled out a piece of paper and handed it over to him. His eyes scanned the sketch, “Is this us?” 

“It’s us. . in the cave,” you giggled, “I tried to capture every moment.” 

“I especially like the one with my head between your legs,” a rosey shade painted his cheeks. 

“Had to portray my favorite moment from that day.” 

“We can always recreate it. To liven the memory, you know.” 

“Right now?” 

“Right now,” he disappeared lower in between your thighs, his head hiding under the fabric of your dress. 

Kind days were definitely in forecast especially if you had Seokjin right there by your side. 

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an: holy fuck this was a blast to write. as always if the smut is intolerable pls look away (although, that may be hard cause there are multiple smut scenes so. . uh, yeah).

for the seokjinnies who miss seokjin very dearly .

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[thatstonedwriter]

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characters: Octavia (familial/platonic only), Andrealphus, Crimson, Nifty, Alastor (familial/platonic only), Valentino, Naï/Knives, Legato, Zazie

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[beanibon]

~ Christmas and New Years Special ~

Summary: Knives doesn't quite understand the concept of Christmas, but still wanted to reward his best employee with a truly tempting present.

TW: Smut, dubcon, suffocation, face riding, spanking, bondage, dominant reader, reader with female anatomy, sex toys, boob job, lactation kink, overstimulation, breeding kink, stomach bulge, creampie, marking

After all these years, Knives still hadn't grasped the concept of what Christmas truly was about. Rem had made an annoying habit of celebrating the holiday on board Ship 5, still it had confused the Plant even then, unable to understand why humans celebrated such a useless holiday.

The keys to his piano halted their melody, Knives brows furrowed in agitation, lips jutted out in a pout. Why was he so stuck on a holiday that he never participated in for years?

Simple answer: his number one employee, you.

You had showed your utter devotion to his cause, caring for his sisters beyond even his care. That prickly Independent trusted you with keeping his sisters safe in his absence.

There had to be something he could present to you, a 'thank you' if you will.

"Lord Knives, Pardon my interruption but you're required- . . . My Lord? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Christmas had been a rather special holiday for you and your family, participating in many traditions you've created over the years with each other. Of course, that had changed since they passed, leaving you to remain alone for the once special holiday. Busying yourself with work, or a constant flow of alcohol.

So anyone could imagine your shock of what greeted you upon entering your quarters, mouth agape at the sight of Knives proudly standing before a poorly decorated tree.

"Master Knives? Why are you- better question, what are you doing?" You seemed sceptical, unsure of what exactly was happening.

Knives turned to you, a devilish grin stretched across his lips. "Just applying the finishing touches to your present, I do hope you enjoy it."

"Please sir, never smile like that again." You deadpanned, shuddering at such an evil smile. Smiles just didn't seem to suit that usual grouchy face, it was practically taboo to witness such an expression.

He paid no mind to such a rude comment, instead stalking towards you, still shielding you from the present he seemed so smitten of. Circling around you, like a predator to prey.

"You've devoted yourself so wonderfully to my cause, since humans like to celebrate around this time of year, I thought what a perfect opportunity to gift you with someone unforgettable," Knives slowly pulled you closer, hands childishly concealing your eyes. You could've sworn you heard something, movement or even . . . a whimper? "So please, enjoy to your hearts content, my number one employee."

Only then did he reveal the contents under the tree, your mouth dropping instantly at the sight, face burning red. Legato was displayed in a neatly wrapped ribbon, joints tied together so he wouldn't move, a ball gag shoved in his mouth. Completely naked. The ribbon ended in a neatly tied bow at the tip of his dribbling cock, said bow holding a vibrator against his tip.

Two hands eased their way over your shoulders, snapping you from the temptation before you. Knives look well achieved with his gift, head cocked to the side as if waiting for your words of appreciation. Except you had none, too shocked to even form a proper sentence, mouth opening and closing as you tried to make heads and tails of what was going on.

"Don't break him too much, I still need him unfortunately." Knived sighed, deciding he'd now take his leave.

You were now alone, the only sound was the steady vibrations of the toy stimulating Legato's cock, and the occasional pleading whimper. It was kind of satisfying seeing a man once poised with pride, constantly hassling you for doing your assigned job, in a stupefied position. Perhaps you could enjoy this.

Legato could hardly breathe, face pressed firmly against your wet cunt, noises muffled around the gag shoved between his teeth. Every movement resulted in his cock twitching, longing for some kind of sweet release. It was never granted. You much preferred to watch Legato suffer, squirm beneath you as you grinded needily against his face, pinning him on the floor beneath the Christmas tree.

The noises you made went straight to his core, legs kicking as you shoved your clit against his nose. Your fingers found themselves embedded in that unique blue hair, tugging Legato against your cunt more your climax neared.

Toes curling, your juices drenched Legato, leaving him to gasp for much needed air once you moved to rest against his stomach. Vision clouded, he looked drearily at you, those golden eyes studying your hunched form.

"Not... done..." You panted, offering a blissed out grin to Knives right hand lacky. "Lord Knives said I can have all the fun I want, and don't think I've forgotten about all those times you screwed me over. Yeah, thought I'd forget? Tough shit."

The sounds coming from your quarters were beyond lewd, a steady chant of painful cries and the rhythmic slaps of a whip against bare skin. Red litter Legato's pale skin, ass in the air while you teased his balls with leather whip. Each dangerous touch had him shiver, cock pleading to be touched, anything to stop his painful erection.

An inward groan, pain and pleasure swirling around the pit of his gut. Legato wanted more than your persistent teasing's, yet he knew you wouldn't give in so easily. Not when he mistakenly made your life much harder than it needed to be.

"Bluesummers? Is something the matter?" Your teasing voice asked, the whip pressed forcefully against the tip of his cock.

No words were able to be formed, Legato, now free from his restraints, muffled any noise with your decorative pillows. His master had already made a fool of him, he couldn't allow for his own noises to continuously betray him.

"Pity, you had been making such pretty noises. Must I continue to whip you?"

Legato jolted, eyes wide as he frantically shook his head. A cry of pain erupted from his drool coated lips, you having denied his silent request. The whip made harsh contact with his balls, legs now pressed firmly together as they throbbed in agony.

"Pl-please, just quit torturing me." He whimpered, hips wiggling as he struggled to sit up.

"Does my precious present want to feel my pussy around his cute little cock?" You cooed, leaning against his back. Sweetly you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him further against you.

Weakly he nodded, vision hazy as his sack continued to throb. Hearing your voice hum in thought, Legato began to think you'd be merciful.

"Quit squirming, or I won't even bother trying to help anymore!"

Oh how wrong he was.

Legato was already a mess, legs quivering, toes curling as you squashed your tits around his aching cock. He'd already showered those perfect mounds in cum from the mere sensation of them engulfing him, you couldn't think of a more pathetic man than what was before you.

You seriously wanted to just let him suffer, but with his constant mewling you had to give in eventually. A small reward for his efforts was somewhat necessary, even if he was a bastard.

Moving your breasts up and down along his shaft, Legato leant forward, messily thrusting into your advances in desperation of some relief. It was rather amusing, watching such a reserved man turn into a needy manchild.

"Good boy, almost there~" Your praises egged him, kisses along his cock sending chills along his spine.

Those beautiful lips pressed against his dribbling cock, mixing your saliva with his semen. If Legato believed in heaven, this was surely what he'd imagine walking though it's gates would be like.

A few more quick thrusts and your face was coated in his hot cum, tongue dragged along him to clean anymore mess. If he could the muster the strength, find it in him to disobey his master, Legato would smash your face downwards, have you choke on his cock. But he didn't dare play with his life, not when there was still his bidding to uphold.

Suddenly his face was pressed against your warm bosom, cunt hovering teasingly over his cock.

Understandably he got excited, finally able to properly relief himself inside your snug, warm pussy. Get his own present from an unfortunately embarrassing circumstance.

"You ready?"

Legato nodded against you chest, arms wrapped loosely around your waist, ready to guide you if need be. Slowly you lowered yourself, easily adjusting to his measly size as you wiggled your hips teasingly.

The pace picked up well before Legato could enjoy the feeling of being inside you, moaning as his hands travelling along the ridges of your spine, familiarising himself with every perfection and imperfection of your body. His mouth enveloped a warm nipple, suckling on it as the other pinched your neglected teat. Suddenly you let out a strangled gasp, body flinching as an unusual sensation overcame you, squirming as Legato drooled around your nipple.

A hand hovered over your breasts, the crushing feeling of Legato's abilities prying milk from your tits unnaturally. Now that glutton was contently drinking, breaking away for only a second to catch his breathe before diving right back in.

It was an uncomfortable sensation, one that had you squirm away, only to be brought right back. Legato wasn't going to let you go, not when he was so contently feasting upon your breast milk.

Your insides were painted with hot cum, hips still dragging along his pelvis as Legato continued to thrust more steadily into you. The two of you seemed to have found your rhythm, allowing the other to follow in the dance.

As Legato moved from one teat to the other, those golden eyes stared up into yours, attempting to read your expression.

"Feels weird, stop it." You grunted, hating how you were denied one simple request. This was supposed to be your special Christmas present, yet it seemed like Legato was slowly getting more confident.

"Apologies, but when did you start giving me commands?" He chuckled, free hand flexed as your body grew rigid, flushed against him as you lost control of your movements. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to be slightly disobedient to Knives request, you'd still get to enjoy him.

You wanted to curse, fight against those invisible threads holding you in place, but all was denied as you felt your orgasm suddenly crash over you. It was intense, causing you to cry out and cling to Legato desperately. The last time you checked, you weren't even near the peak of orgasm, so how the hell did you come so damn quickly?

"You seem to forget, that by a simple jerk of my fingers," Once more your body convulsed, juices gushing over Legato's cock as you cried out at another harsh orgasm. "I can do whatever I please with your pathetic mortal body."

Your body was weak, quivering with exhaustion as you tiredly stared at the bland ceiling. Each tit leaked continuously, more than even Legato cared to lap up, pussy bruised and stuffed full of seed.

Having endured your torture long enough, Legato was ready to have the tables turned in his favour. One finger at a time.

What was supposed to be a fun adventurous night, filled with exploration of Knives' right hand lacky, turned into mind numbing breeding session where Legato did whatever he pleased. Right now, your body was squashed into a mating press, legs above your head as you were being rammed into, cunt swollen and leaking previous loads of mixed cum.

You weren't one to complain, in fact you found Legato's sudden dominance kind of hot. But you felt like any second you'd burst with the amount of cum shoved into your guts, stomach swollen as once again you were pumped full.

Slender fingers replaced the cock inside your cunt, making sure none of the seed fucked deep inside you would spill out. Lips capturing yours in a heated, hungry kiss.

As Legato pulled away, a triumphant smirk plastered over his face, those fingers remaining deep inside you. He bent down once more, centimetres from your face. "Lord Knives was quite generous with your present, don't forget to thank him properly for the kindness he displayed to you."

Teeth sunk deep into your neck, a strangled moan escaping your wet lips. The sensation hurt, leaving behind a stinging mark as Legato licked the blood beading from the mark.

"Now, you shall have to enjoy my company for as long as you have worth in my eyes. But I don't think I'll ever tire of you, my dear."

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[multiverse-imagines]

I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS ABOUT REVERSE ISEKAI AU.

1. Are Knives and Vash still plants or are they regular humans?

2. Do Knives' fanbase know about the polycule? Have they seen MC on stream by accident or on purpose, if at all? Do they ship the crew in any way, as fanbases usually do?

3. Do they all live in the same house? Like do Knives, Vash, Wolfwood and Legato live in the same house as the MC or do they all live on their own?

4. Any chance for a tooth-rotting fluff fic? Absolute 100% fluff? Please?

I absolutely adore your AU, I love love love how you write the crew!!! I think it was really nice how Knives was worried for Vash in the laser tag fic. I understand if you don't wanna release too much about the au, but I'm already a massive fan!! Keep going!!

Omg thanks for enjoying my reverse isekai stuff!!! I've been writing it for 13 months now, and it's word count is nearly at 60k!

I don't often share much about it, because it's such a work close to my heart. When I write for it, I'm making it completely a personal fic, and it's basically my maladaptive daydreaming in script. If I do publish anything from it, anything I share is altered and made vague to suit a general audience. In addition, it's like, 70% smut, and I don't feel 100% comfortable sharing my sex life with my partners on the internet (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

During the laser tag fic, I didn't intend on having Vash, or anyone, get triggered, but sometimes the characters write themselves. Knives and Vash have a surprisingly close relationship, and hang out quite often!

Now for your questions,

1. Yes! This is a straight pull Isekai. Vash and Knives are immortal, and have plant powers. They do their best not to think about what they'll do without mc when they pass, but at least they'll have each other on earth like they always wanted.

Also noting that this brotherhood works because they're from slightly different timelines, Knives being of the manga, and Vash from T98. They both acknowledge they're only 99% related, and it makes the grudges they would have had fallen away, and allow them to start over.

2. I have a bit about Knives' fanbase learning about MC. It's super cute, and I'll tag you when I post it! (I should probably make a reverse Isekai tag list…) MC is already an underground person if media as well, being a successful audiobook narrator.

as for the polycule, as far as the world knows, the polycule is filled with "Trigun kinnies" people who have dedicated their entire lives to being the essence of the character they adore. (Some people who figured it out, don't really say anything because why?)

The polycule itself is very messy, and the fans just kind of roll with it. They basically tag their Trigun fanart with things like #Impiricule (imperium polycule) I need to post an update picture of the polycule later. A lot has happened after the laser tag story. New characters, new adventures, etc, and I'd also like to post a generalized timeline as well.

Also, within the fanbase are the other characters from other media who kinda help keep his secret. Tamaki Suoh insists the two of them went to elementary school together in Virginia, and 29 year old All-Might and Knives were "college roommates" Different characters from various media end up on Earth all the time, apparently it's the Elric Brother's fault.

3. Yes! They do all live in the same house for at least the polycule. There are a few characters of Trigun who aren't in the polycule who live elsewhere. As for other media, they usually end up bonding over being displaced entities, and being online friends.

4. I'll pick out a fluffy bit, or make one, and I'll tag you when I post it! Thanks again for all the questions! It makes me so happy to hear you like it!!!

#trigun #trigun brain rot #ckasel trumpets #reverse isekai au #Impiricule #im making it a hashtag now.

[triplesilverstar]

Day 6

Rating: Explicit 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Blood sucker LegatoX F!Reader

CW: Dub con, serious dub-con, Oral, forced orgasm, Period sex, blood drinking Smut, angst and smut, imprisonment, chained up, rim job,  

Word count: 1217

A/N: Day 6, You had been at a party and woke up chained to a bed. This doesn’t look good for you at all, and all you can remember is a handsome man with blue hair and golden eyes.

You knew you shouldn’t have drunk that much, it had been a fun party and you know you were having a good time. 

Memories of long cool fingers along your fevered skin pressing against you like ice, goosebumps rising along your body in the wake of that sensation. They had spoken to you, with a voice that as you struggled to wake up sounded like it was underwater in your memory. No. He. 

It had been a man, and in the fog impending your thoughts you can vaguely remember him, tall and broad shoulders. A flat look of disinterest highlighted by the golden orbs in his head beneath those blue cascades of hair. If you hadn't been already half in the bag, you might have noticed the way he watched you, moved his body along yours so you were enveloped in his hold. A predator who had his prey firmly in his jaws. 

In your memories of the night before he seemed almost out of this world, something just not quite right. 

Or maybe that was just the throbbing in your skull, the nausea in your belly making you want to hurl, trying to roll over and realizing you can’t. It’s a struggle getting your eyes to open, was, was there something else in one of those drinks last night? Shivering in the morning air. 

At least you think it’s morning. 

With your eyes open it doesn’t make a difference, surrounded in darkness and the cotton in your mouth isn’t just from your hangover anymore. Your heart rate skyrockets as the muscle pounds against the inside of your rib cage, lifting your arms, the clink and clang of metal echoing around the room. 

“I see you’ve awoken.” His words are slow and measured, something about his voice sending a chill down your spine. The way it drips like honey covered in sweetness and invades your senses, but you know some honey is made from poisonous flowers. You didn’t think your heart could beat any faster, turning your head towards where you think the noise is coming from. 

He’s moving, his steps slow and each one sounds like a death toll and you know each ringing footfall is part of the song of your end. People don’t walk away after waking up tied to a bed with chains. The fear inside of you builds the closer he strides. 

“You’ll taste so much sweeter like this. Your fear seasoning you like a dash of salt on well marbled steak.” Those cold fingers dragging along your skin starting at your throat and moving down your body, shiver hard enough to make the chains keeping you in place rattle adding to the pounding in your chest.

A soft whimper when one of those digits starts to circle one of your nipples, from the outside of your areola circling closer and closer until he’s just rolling your hardened bud under the tip of his finger. 

“Even restrained your body still responds. Such a good little pest.” He doesn’t give the other breast the same treatment, just begins to skim those icicle like fingers down your chest, down your stomach to the apex of your thighs. Slipping them into your spread legs and giving them a twist, a whimper from you once more belly flexing as your muscles protest the sudden intrusion into your sex. 

No matter what you try your mouth just doesn’t want to cooperate with your mind, the words to tell him no, trapped behind the confines of your teeth. 

As suddenly as they were inserted the fingers were removed just as quickly, the tangy smell of copper flooding your nostrils. The tips of those fridigit digits pressed under your nose. “You’re going to provide me with a nice little meal.” 

What the hell does that mean? And did he just spread blood under your nose? Are you on your period? Is that another reason why your stomach is churning? Because your body is trying to deal with your monthly problem that makes you hate the fact you’re a female? 

In your internal musings of panic you missed the feeling of his fingers leaving your face, attention snapping back when you feel the mattress under you dip. Warm breath fanning out over your pussy lips, a warm breath that is making you aware of the wetness dripping from your folds. You really are aware of the pain in your abdomen now the cramps making themselves known.

A squeak from you when his cold hands grasp the underside of your thighs, adjusting your body and you gasp in shock when what you can only assume is his tongue pressing to your taint and flattening against you before scooping upwards as if he’s collecting the tissue being forced out of your body. 

Lapping as your core and your stomach clenches, disgusted that the man is eating you out while you’re on your period. His tongue plunges into your pussy with gusto, a low moan rending the air, he’s clearly enjoying it and while you are grossed out your body is responding to his actions. As he pushes the muscle in his mouth reaches deep inside your cunt, impossibly long and hitting nerves that have you responding with spasming walls. More moaning from him as your slick channel gives another jerk, sending more blood from your core for him to sample. 

Core clenching as he wiggles the muscles around your walls and your skin is warming up, eyes shooting open when you think you feel teeth against your lower lips. Two of them far longer than they should be, is he a vampire? Or some other kind of monster you’ve heard of from horror movies?

You don’t get the chance to dwell on it, his tongue slipping from your core with a loud slurp and you think you hear his lips smacking together. That moist warm breath of his washing over your shivering pussy before you feel the tip of that long muscle tracing the outside of another tight ring of muscles smearing fluid around the hole. Tears brimming your lashes as he tries to push his tongue into your ass, the sensations so different from anything you’ve ever felt before. 

Panting as he keeps trying to shove the muscle into the tight hole, licking and sucking at the skin between your cheeks. Stomach churning from the thought of it and the fact that he can do whatever he wants to you finally sinking in. It’s far worse as you had thought the worst he could have done would have been to just kill you. 

Once his tongue breaches your entrances he begins to wiggle it around gasping from the signals of pleasure running up your back. His nose between your folds and the strange feeling in your hole pushing you over the edge, cuming from the sensation. 

The stranger pulling his tongue from your butt and lapping at your pussy and swallowing down your release and anything else draining from between your lips. Looking downward all you can see are two slitted golden eyes looking up from between your thighs. “I think you can manage another for me, little pest. I’m far from satisfied.” The way his voice makes even your bones tremble tells you, you really aren’t leaving this prison alive. 

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[my-lord-khonshu]

Moonlight Kissed

Time for even MORE angst and backstory (no smut in this one). I promise I will write fluff and smut to compensate for this when I get back from my trip.

ALLL THE THANKS IN THE WORLD TO @crispychrissy for her translations!

Pairing: Khonshu x f!Reader

Trigger warning for suicide ideation.

This takes place in late September between Swallow’s Flight (summer) and Hidden Feelings (end of December). 

Your university wants to put on a showcase for the potential incoming students, but you unfortunately forgot to buy a dress for the occasion. Khonshu can help.

Fall was your favourite season. You liked to walk around your university campus, noticing the changes in the leaves as the trees shifted from emerald to hues of red, orange, and yellow. Another plus was that the temperature was just right for cozying up with a soft sweater hugging your body.

You were looking over your sheet music while sitting on out on your balcony. The Faculty of Music wanted to host an open house for potential students, and they had asked you to perform.

“Play anything you want,” your teaching assistant had said. “I know you enjoy Chopin’s nocturnes, but you have such a lovely voice that I think something more modern could interest the teenagers.”

Your music taste was eclectic, and you tended to be fixated on one artist at a time, devouring their entire discography repeatedly until you caught every nuance of the production and the harmonies. You did listen to some pop music, but you were afraid that there would be a passionate “stan” in the audience that wouldn’t appreciate your interpretation of the work.

Better to stick to something a bit more obscure. You had picked out Poets of the Fall’s Moonlight Kissed, a piano driven song with beautiful lyrics. Piano would always be your first love. Sure, you were able to sing, but that was only because your first teacher had insisted that it would help your sense of pitch on the listening and playback portions of your exams.

You opened the keyboard app on your phone and played an E minor chord so you could tune yourself. You hummed up and down the E minor harmonic scale, followed by the E minor melodic scale.

The performance was this evening, so you wanted to get one last acapella practice in to make sure you knew what you were singing. You could play the accompaniment with your eyes closed at this point, so you were more concerned about your voice.

“I see shadow and light

Stroking the mist

And I hear voices take flight

And send out our wish

Of peaceful dreams on a night

Moonlight kissed”

You tried to focus on telling the story of the words with the intonation of your voice. You wouldn’t have the full benefit of using your body language when singing because you would be sitting to play the piano during the performance.

“When-

Tendrils of smoke lash the street

And shamelessly court

Disguised honey sweet

To cater all sorts

And hushed tones all agree

And the world distorts”

Your voice grew in a crescendo as you reached the bridge of the song and your voice glided through a legato.

“Wishing on a speck of dust

In this crazy ocean of fate

An echo of a memory

And maybe just a little too late”

You frowned and went over the verse again, trying to hit the right tone on the word “just”. You tried a few times, but you weren’t sure if you were doing it justice. You were trying to hit a slight staccato on the word, but also giving the word some emphasis and care when you formed it.

“You are overthinking it, little swallow.” A voice called out from behind you.

Of course, Khonshu is around today. You sighed and replied to him without turning around.

“Khonshu, I really don’t have time for the commentary today. I don’t think music is your department anyway.”

“Perhaps not, but I have spent enough time with Hathor to know when someone has gained her favour,” he retorted. You heard him open the screen door of your balcony and walk out to stand beside you.

“You’re suggesting that another Egyptian god has taken interest in me? Wow, no wonder you are being nosy today; you must be jealous,” you joked.

He ignored your jab, but you could tell that the teasing that gotten to him, just a little bit.

“Do you know why I decided to call you “my swallow”?” he asked.

“Because you wanted to make a sex joke?” Your face went bright red as you realised you had actually said that out loud. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. Swallows are a type of passerine bird, right?”

“Yes, and they move with grace in the air. Just like how your voice sounds graceful to me,” he explained.

Oh. Wow, you thought. Here I thought he only cared about whether I could fight or help those in need. You had no idea that he took interest in your mundane life.

It wasn’t much of a life when you had met him anyway. That night, you were unable to sleep and wandered the city. You took a bottle of wine from your apartment and were taking swigs of it as you walked. Your parents had been upset when you dropped out from a medical science major to apply for a transfer to the Faculty of Music.

They had threatened to cut you off. You had told them you would be fine with that. You had the money you inherited from your grandparents, who were the ones who raised you while your parents were too busy travelling the world for business. Mom and Dad already had your perfect older brother to keep them company.

“I can’t believe them,” you grumbled under your breath. “They bugged me about stopping playing piano when I went to university because I didn’t have the time, and now they’re mad that I had enough of a hyper-competitive program that I have no passion for and I want to go back to music?”

You didn’t want to admit it, but rejection hurt. You had always felt that you didn’t belong in your family. You were too “sensitive” for them. It’s why your dad had signed you up for boxing classes and mixed martial arts. To “toughen you up”. Unfortunately, they didn’t like it when you ended up using those skills on the bullies at school.

They totally deserved it though, you thought spitefully. There had always been a wall between you and other people. No matter how much you cared about a friend, they would always use you and leave. You were the one calling them up to try and find a time to hang out, never the other way around.

You had grown tired of seeing your friends leaving, so you decided to leave first. Friendship was overrated anyway. When you were in ninth grade, the bullies in high school saw you as a loner and a target, and thought you were easily exploited. They had thought wrong.

You hadn’t hurt them too badly. Just a few broken arms because they had tried to grab you after school. It was still enough to put your academic standing at risk and if you hadn’t been such a diligent student before then, they wouldn’t have let you off with a warning.

The worst time of your life was when you had found your first so-called “love”. You thought that he was a person that understood you, but he ended up preying on your insecurities about your family and about your inability to keep friends. He had managed to isolate you and convince you that you were nothing without him and it would be like winning the lottery for you to find someone else that loved you.

When you had found out he was cheating on you, he twisted everything so everyone you knew thought it was your fault. He said that you were insane and manipulative, which is why your relationship had been on and off for a while. He was so well liked in your social circles that everyone gave up on you then, and you swore that no one would ever take advantage of you like that again.

Now you were an “adult” and you had moved across the country to escape your past. “You are capable of making your own choices,” your parents had said. They forgot to mention the fine print where “your own choices” had to be the ones they approved of.

You tried to heal, hoping that with some therapy sessions, you’d figure out why you were so unlovable. Then you gave up on that when your parents had found out by snooping through your credit card statements when they insisted on visiting you for dinner.

They would always despise you no matter what you did. You weren’t even sure if it was worth fixing yourself when you didn’t have any purpose other than fucking around to spite others. 

What was the point of your life? You felt worthless for not knowing what to do with your issues. Other people had lived through worse and still led fulfilling lives.

You had ducked into a park that had a series of trails, some with bridges over the train tracks. You tried to gauge how high up you were from the bridge to the ground. A few stories at least. You stuck the empty bottle of wine through the bars and dropped it. To your satisfaction, you heard considerable silence before the glass shattered on the ground.

It was much past midnight. No one else would be walking around the park at this hour.

You scaled the bars meant to present fools such as yourself from falling over. Partly through your climb, you heard a deep voice.

“And what are you doing at this hour, child?”

“What does it look like?” you hissed back, still clinging to the bars. “Oh look, it’s another loonie, trying to off themselves. Go ahead, call the police. You might as well fuck off because there’s nothing you could say or do that would – oh my god!”

You had turned your head around and stared right into a floating bird skull with empty eye sockets. The tall figure wore tattered robes with a crescent moon emblem on their chest. They were holding a crescent moon staff to match.

You let go of the bars and dropped back onto the bridge, readying yourself for a fight. “Who the hell are you? Is this some kind of prank?”

“It is not. I am the god Khonshu,” the figure replied.

“Khonshu? What kind of name is that?”

“I am the god of the moon, searching for someone to be my voice on Earth, my vengeance against those who would do the travellers of the night harm.”

“Okay buddy, you must be as messed up as I am if you’re here saying stuff like that to me,” you retorted. “So, mighty Khonshu, why don’t you go look for someone else, and I’ll just get back to what I am doing here.”

“Y/N, I know you have suffered in isolation. I know that your family despises you. That you have been betrayed by someone who you once loved. That no matter how much you try, no one can truly care for you in return.”

Your eyes narrowed to slits. What in the world is happening? Am I that wasted that I’m hallucinating a dead bird man? Wine doesn’t have that much alcohol, right?

He continued. “And so, now you have come here, to end your miserable existence. You believe that you have no worth. You believe you have no purpose. What if I were to offer you one?”

“What in the world are you talking about?”

“Serve me as my fist of vengeance, and you will be able to protect souls from suffering in pain,” he offered. “Serve me, and I will be the moonlight that illuminates your path. From now on, you will no longer suffer from fear or doubt. You will know that you are needed by my side, and I will never turn my back on you.”

The offer was tempting for you. You had been living on autopilot for a while, only doing what was necessary to sustain the life you were trapped in. Applying to transfer to the Faculty of Music was the first decision you had made for yourself in a long time, and oh how it had been the last straw between you and your family.

You could come back here tomorrow night if you were hallucinating the bird man to stop you from jumping. You were sure that no costume was good enough to create a floating skull on a person without wires or a pole showing.

Your mind cleared as you made your decision and knelt before Khonshu. “I accept. I will serve you, my lord.”

After that night, you started to have the will to retake your life. You cut off your family and applied to be recognized as financially independent from them. That qualified you for more scholarships, so you were able to stay at school. You passed your audition and worked hard at perfecting your performances, making the first friends you had in a very long time by bonding over your passion for music.

At night, you would roam the rooftops, looking for those who would prey on the vulnerable. You tried to hold back for lesser crimes such as petty theft. For fouler creatures, you would beat them bloody and carve a crescent moon onto their arms as a reminder that you were watching, and you would be coming back if they ever hurt anyone else again.

You did not kill if it was not necessary. You were devoted to Khonshu, but every life you took would twist your heart, because in that moment, it just felt so right to do something so very wrong.

The high you would get from ending the lives of the scum of the Earth would always yield to some degree of guilt at the monster inside of you. That was why that night fighting the traffickers had taken a toll.

Still, Khonshu had kept his promise. He was proud of you. He would not abandon you.

And maybe he felt other things for you?

You were afraid to ask what all those gestures on your camping trip with him had meant. It was probably his way of rewarding you and showing you that the moon held as much light as it did darkness.

His darkness hid even in his nickname for you. You knew that it also held a double meaning in his language. It had slipped from his beak one night after you had broken the legs of a woman who was part of a scam ring that preyed on new immigrants to your country. 

You had interrogated her for hours, trying to learn the details of her operation. The wrappings on your hands were bloody from trying to force the answers you sought from her.

“Menet,” he muttered to himself.

“My lord, what did you say?”

He observed you for a while in silence. You were still focused on your task, trying to locate the other members of the group through the windows of the building that the woman gave you the address to.

“It is swallow in Ancient Egyptian.” You unmasked and turned to him, an eyebrow raised. Khonshu didn’t normally waste your time with lessons in linguistics while you were carrying out his will.

“It also means suffering,” he continued, and turned away.

You wondered why he couldn’t look at you then. Was it because he felt guilty for taking you into his service? For making you cause pain and spill blood in the name of worshipping him?

If he has regret now after we’ve come this far together, he is a fool, you thought bitterly.

You were a weapon for your god. You had wanted this. You had agreed to it. Vengeance and suffering belonged hand in hand.

“I guess I’m the one making them suffer now,” you murmured. “At least they deserve it.”

That was the end of that conversation. 

Still, if he now wanted to focus on the bright side of his words, you had no problem indulging him, as long as there was room for you to throw a jab in.

“So, you nicknamed me after a bird because it flies really prettily,” you mused. “And I thought you didn’t notice any of my feminine charms.”

You gave a little wink to Khonshu, then stuck out your tongue. “I’m just kidding, don’t throw a tantrum you big baby.”

Khonshu hit the blunt end of his staff against your balcony floor. “I am not a big baby,” he griped.

“Okay, if you aren’t a big baby, then grant me your endless wisdom, oh great Khonshu,” you jested. “Why do you think I’m overthinking it?”

“Because I have heard you sing that song many times, and I know that no mortal would be able to withstand the way your voice touches their hearts,” he explained.

You were dumbfounded. You didn’t know what to say at all.

Khonshu coughed and cleared his voice. “Besides, there are other matters to attend to. Do you not have to prepare your attire for the evening?”

“Ah no! I forgot to get a new dress! I’m such an idiot!”

You rushed past him and opened the screen door to get inside your apartment. You rushed over your closet, trying to find a dress that would be suitable for the occasion.

Nothing looked right. Sure, you could go with the classic black, and it went with everything, but it didn’t really go with being “moonlight kissed”.

Khonshu ducked under your door frame and went to place his hand on your shoulder. “I have a simple solution.”

“What, you’re now a tailor in addition to a music critic?” you scoffed.

“You forget, little swallow, that you have the suit I gave you.”

“Yeah, sure thing, I’ll just show up in the full ceremonial armour of Khonshu, complete with knives and the scary glowing eyes,” you countered. “I’m sure that will be a great advertisement for the school.”

Khonshu sighed. “My swallow, do you always need to challenge me?”

“Only when I’m stressed out about this performance and you’re…not making sense.”

You wanted to say, “and you’re being a huge distraction”, but you held back. The last thing you wanted to do was complicate your relationship if he asked you how he was distracting.

“Focus on the dress you want. Close your eyes,” he instructed.

You tilted your head and looked at him, unconvinced that that would do anything. He resorted to using his other hand to cover your eyes for you. You were painfully aware of your back pressing into his body.

“Khonshu, what are-”

“Close your eyes, Y/N.”

You complied, shutting your eyes. Nothing happened.

“This is ridiculous. I can just wear the black dress, it’s fine.”

“You are not focusing,” Khonshu criticised. “Sing another verse. Think about your performance.”

You took a breath in and sang.

“Fingers of blue on the snow

Reaching to touch

The warm light still aglow

Across the porch

We watch the scene die untold

Outside our window”

You started to feel the crescent moon necklace you wore heat up, not unlike the rush you got when summoning your normal suit. Suddenly, you felt the wrappings creep around your waist.

“For my words are the salt of lust

On that ivory skin

Difficult to hear at all

Through the everyday din”

You couldn’t help but think a bit about Khonshu when you sang this variation of the bridge. You wondered what he was hiding under his robes, and what it would feel like to kiss his bare skin, if he had any.

“What is this if not some witchcraft?

Wrapped up widdershins

To lead us all astray

Hook in mouth

On through such webs of lies

Truth's a distant star

In our eyes

Moonlight kissed”

You felt Khonshu remove his hand from your face, and you opened your eyes. You caught your reflection in your mirror and couldn’t hold in your gasp of surprise.

You were now in a modified A-line dress with bishop sleeves that transitioned in a gradient from silver at the bodice to deep blue at the skirt. The neckline of the dress dipped down in a V to show off your crescent moon necklace perfectly.

If you turned, you saw how the fabric caught the light and shimmered. Little gems were scattered on your dress like stars in the night sky. You figured that Khonshu had decided to put those on so people would be too busy staring at the glitter to notice the line of hieroglyphs in midnight blue that were embroidered around the waist of your dress.

You wore black tights and simple black flats underneath. They were your old lucky shoes for performing and were comfortable when you were using the piano pedal. You thought you had lost them during the Spring Festival concert. Heavens know how Khonshu had summoned them onto your feet.

Your sleeves were made of sheer silver-white fabric with a netted pattern. You gave your arms a little swing and were satisfied that your arms did not feel weighed down. The dark blue ribbons used to tie off your sleeves at the end had hieroglyphs embroidered on their ends in midnight blue too.

Curled strands of your hair framed your face. The rest of your hair had been transformed into a rose bun, with a bronze comb holding it together.  The comb had another crescent moon just like the one Khonshu wore on his chest. You wore a pair of earrings that had a bird in flight in bronze against a silver disk.

The makeup on your face was simple, but you had to admit that it was cleaner than what you could do on your own, with the added bonus of no risk of poking yourself in the eye while you tried to apply eyeliner and mascara. You turned your face slowly to admire the silver eyeshadow on your eyelids.

“Khonshu, it’s beautiful. How did you do this?”

“Consider it a gift, for good luck,” he replied. “I learned a few blessings from Hathor for her favoured musicians. She will not mind me using them on this occasion.”

“Don’t all of the Ennead dislike you after you refused to withdraw from mortal affairs?” you questioned, turning around to face him.

“Hathor is…special. She decided to stay with me even after my banishment.”

Hathor was also the goddess of beauty and love, and the mistress of the stars. Of course she would be “special” to Khonshu, you grumbled in your mind. 

You had joked earlier that he was jealous, but in truth, you were now beginning to be jealous of Hathor. Khonshu and her had millennia of history and could have millennia more if they wanted. All you had were a few decades at the most.

Ever since Khonshu had given you a reason to live, your life had blossomed. What would you do if this ever came to an end, like human lives have to?

Savour the gifts you have now, you reminded yourself. You absentmindedly played with the ribbons around your wrists.

“What do all of these say?”

Khonshu took your wrist in his hand. ”Ha heset khebi netjeret, kherep djeret.i pu ptah heset,” he read from the ribbons. “O, goddess of music and dance, guide my hands as I create this song.”

Then he let go and wrapped one arm around your waist. You tried not to blush as you were pulled in closer to him again.

“Redji.i kheru fai her tjau ti hesit. Redji.eni itji abebem heset henket.ek er.neb. Let my voice carry through the air as I sing. Let us take pleasure in music, your gift to us all.”

“You put a lot of thought into helping me with this dress, didn’t you?” you asked.

“I want only the best for you,” he stated.

You were trying to work out what to say or do that could express your gratitude. Khonshu had done so much for you, even when you were fine with settling for a dress you already had.

You wondered if he cared for you beyond the bond between avatar and god, but you tried to squash that feeling.

You didn’t want to get your hopes up. You didn’t want to ruin this.

You moved in and gave the god a tight hug. You couldn’t help but close your eyes, rest your head against his chest, and enjoy the comfort his touch gave you as he reciprocated your hug. You felt so safe with him and you were so happy that he was here for you.

“Thank you so much, Khonshu. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. Even if I don’t always say it.”

“You are welcome,” he spoke. “I wish you the very best this evening, my sweet swallow.”

You made it through the brief dress rehearsal without incident. It was just to make sure that the performers knew the order they were going on stage and when to come out at the end and bow.

Your classmates had complimented you on your outfit and hairstyle. When you were asked where you got the dress from, you lied and said it was something that your grandmother had given you. Better not tell them that an Egyptian god bird man gave this to me.

You felt the nervousness you had whenever you were waiting in the wings to go on stage. You shook out your hands and collected yourself before walking on the stage to polite applause.

Partway through your performance, you had spotted Khonshu standing at the far end of the theatre.

I cannot believe he came to this. You thought he would be out to scout the city so he could tell you where to go once the event was over and night fell.

“New day comes again

And it laughs in your face

Whispering secrets of pain

By all its names

What flame could burn out the stain

Of a life misplaced?”

Until you had met Khonshu, you had never felt like you belonged. You did not find shelter with your family. You could not keep friends by your side. 

Now, you were reborn as his fist. You did not need to fear every next day because you knew he would be there at night, waiting for you to come to him.

“But summer's scent still lingers

In your hair

Despite the ache

There's magic everywhere”

You sang out and gave more support to your voice as you reached the final verse.

“Out the window, run rebellion

Rapt with all you find

For seeking something new

Play in the ponds like summer's wind

Dance with the trees melding with mist

Beyond their flower field like

You're moonlight kissed”

You finished playing through the ending of the accompaniment and let the last chords ring out into the air. Then, you let the keys go. You paused with your hands over the piano before you rose from the bench, turned to the audience, and took your bow.

Khonshu had leaned his staff against the wall, and he was clapping for you. You smiled directly at him before exiting off stage.

Thank you for always being with me, you prayed to him.

You heard his voice reply. I will always take care of you, my precious swallow.

Some author notes -

Literal translations of the Ancient Egyptian from @crispychrissy:

“O music dance goddess, direct my hand to create this song.  Let my voice carry upon the wind while I sing. Let us take pleasure in music, your offering to all.”

An outfit mood board and a sketch I did of the dress.

I also feel like writing a chapter from Khonshu’s POV where Hathor shows up and teases him about his choice of avatar because he just happened to pick someone who sings and kicks butt.

#moon knight fanfic #khonshu x reader #khonshu x you #khonshu x f!reader #moon knight

[setsuntamew]

I'm writing Trigun smut but instead of focusing on something that would get more attention, I'm writing more Knives/Legato and it's somehow even more experimental than the other fic I wrote XD So, uh, sorry?

Or, no, I'm not sorry, I'm writing for me!!!! Anyone else who enjoys it is just along for the ride ;D

#Trigun #knives/legato #knives x legato #legato bluesummers #millions knives #knives millions #legknives