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scottysketches · 7 months ago

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wip wednesday on a thursday

Still working on chapter 4 (nearly done), so here's an excerpt to tide y'all over until it's published :)

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“Do you know where we’re going?” Korkie asks him later that evening as he brushes his hair back from his face, looking at his father in the mirror. He’s dressed in a smart-yet-casual short sleeved shirt — white with vertical navy and beige stripes — and light blue twill jeans in a tapered fit, with casual sneakers in a blue-grey colour to match.

Obi-Wan glances up at him. “No, I don’t. All your mother told me is that Amis has organised a meal out for your birthday with us, Soniee, Lagos, Anakin and Padmé.” Obi-Wan himself doesn’t keep much in the way of smart clothing, but he does thankfully have a black shirt to match with the dark brown slacks he had worn for the housewarming dinner just a month previous, and a smart-ish chronometer on his wrist. He wears boots similar to the ones that make up the footwear for his regular Jedi attire, but they’re cut off at the ankles. His former padawan had taken Huyang back to the temple some time after lunch, and Obi-Wan had spent the next two hours with Korkie, beginning to teach him the basics of wielding his lightsaber in both its full cross-guard form and its dual wielding stance. He had been pleasantly surprised, and impressed, with how quickly Korkie had adjusted to the lighter weight of the lightsaber, compared to the beskad he had trained with on Mandalore.

Just then, Satine comes out of her bedroom, wearing a light blue floor-length dress that appears to float around her, with a darker blue jacket draped over her shoulders and a black leather purse in her hand. Her heels click on the wooden floor as she approaches them. “Are you ready?”

The men both look at each other, and Korkie shrugs. “I guess so. Where’s Amis? Is he meeting us there?”

Satine nods. “He asked me to drop him off at Lagos and Soniee’s apartment. But he’ll be coming back here tonight.”

They all step out onto the landing platform, the bi-fold doors automatically sliding shut behind them. Korkie whistles appreciatively as a smart black speeder lands at the end of the platform, its doors opening and revealing a plush interior, not visible from the outside due to the tinted windows. “This is a bit swank.”

Satine laughs. “Well, it’s not every day your young man turns twenty.” Korkie grins that familiar lopsided Kryze grin, wrapping his arms around his mother’s slim frame and hugging her tight. She presses a kiss to his cheek, and as they pull away from each other she muses aloud, “You’re all grown up, now. I’d like to think I did a good job.”

“Well, considering the circumstances, I’d have to agree,” Obi-Wan says, one hand rubbing Satine’s shoulders and the other resting on the back of Korkie’s neck.

His son thinks for a moment, and then says quietly, “My first birthday with my dad. That’s something special, in and of itself, I think.” They climb into the speeder, and take their seats as the doors close, the tint on the windows deepening.

Satine opens her purse and pulls out a small ring box. “Here. This is your gift from myself and Bo.”

Korkie takes the small box and flicks it open. Inside is a beskar ring, inlaid with haysian smelt, with a thin band and a wider, round top. (If Obi-Wan recalls correctly, Satine had once told him that such a ring was known as a sovereign ring.) The haysian smelt is embossed in the motif of a lily, the flower that represents Clan Kryze. His son’s eyes widen. “Is this—?”

“Your grandfather’s sovereign ring? Yes,” Satine answers. She looks slightly wistful; Adonai Kryze had been a hard man to please, though Obi-Wan knew that prior to his death he had eventually warmed to the idea of embracing a pacifist stance, to stop Mandalorians from wiping each other out. “After he and your grandmother died, a lot of their possessions at Castle Kryze were sent to me in Sundari. Most I put up for auction — such as my mother’s dresses and jewellery — but I kept my father’s ring, his armour and his beskad.”

“I don’t really remember them,” Korkie says. “They died when I was little, didn’t they?”

Satine nods. “You were only a baby when my mother passed, and you’d just turned one when my father followed her into the manda. We reconciled not long before that day — maybe a month — but he wanted you to have his ring when you turned twenty.”

Korkie removes the ring from its cushioned box and slides it onto his right index finger, testing its weight and the way it conforms to the shape of his finger. Looking up at Satine, he leans in and gives her another hug. “Vor’e, buir.” Satine smiles, smoothing their son’s hair back from his face when they separate.

“So, what did you two get up to, today?” she asks once Korkie has leaned back into his seat once more.

Obi-Wan and Korkie glance at each other. “Oh,” Korkie says awkwardly, “just… this and that.”

His mother’s eyes narrow in suspicion. “Kohav Kryze, you are a terrible liar.”

Korkie winces. “Well, I think the major revelation from a few weeks ago would prove that statement wrong.” But he sighs, folding his arms over his chest. “We, uh, built a lightsaber together with the crystal in my toy tooka. Thanks for not telling me about that, by the way.”

Satine’s eyebrow arches, but she’s unable to hold back a laugh at Korkie’s snarky comment about his kyber crystal. “And where is this lightsaber now, then?”

“It’s in Korkie’s room at the moment,” Obi-Wan says, “but I’ll take it with me to the temple tomorrow and store it in my rooms for safe keeping.”

“What? Why?” Korkie sounds insulted.

Obi-Wan pins him in place with a look. “You need training. I don’t fancy being on the end of your mother’s wrath if you accidentally cut off a limb trying to parry a basic attack.” Korkie pouts, and Obi-Wan is reminded of when Anakin was just a young boy, childishly sulking over not being chosen to travel to the Jedi temple on Ilum for the Gathering as soon as he wanted.

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Mando'a translations:

Beskad - slightly curved sabre of Mandalorian iron Beskar - Mandalorian iron Manda - the collective soul or heaven; the state of being Mandalorian in mind, body and spirit (also supreme, overarching, guardian-like) Vor'e, buir - Thanks, mum

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cinnaminyoons · 2 years ago

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( VULTURE CULTURE. )

ミ☆ it was supposed to be a one-time thing to get your hands on his soul.

⤷ PAIRING jhs x m!reader

⤷ WORD COUNT 5.1k

⤷ TAGS demon!reader (& tae + jk), demonic possession, misinformed assumptions of cheating, one small scuffle, jk & reader bully each other bc that’s what heroes do

⤷ REQUESTED

Howdy! This is a first request, and I know this is a weird one, but can I request a oneshot of Hoseok finding out that his bf is actually a demon in disguise? Please and thank ya

the pretty brunet could not look more out of place in the bar if he tried.

you gaze down over the balcony's railing as the newcomer gapes up at the expensive drapery and luxurious furnishings. even from your second-storey seat, you can see those brown puppy eyes widening as they flit about nervously; it's clear he's never visited a ritzy speakeasy like this before, let alone one of kim taehyung's infamous functions.

it is a good thing there isn't much of a dress code, or he would be terribly underdressed. his simple buttoned green t-shirt and black jeans are styled with a pair of casual chuck taylors. being brushed up against by women with immaculate curls and gold satin dresses and men in perfectly-fitted armani suits, he'd certainly feel eclipsed. yet, despite the obsessive touching of his hair and rubbing of his hands, he's a definite delicacy, and anyone in the dimly-lit bar worth their salt eyes him up in interest.

"now, that is a tragedy just waiting to happen."

you scoff as you hold out your glass. "i thought comedies were more your type."

the host smiles, a hundred watts from each perfect white tooth, and tops up your wine. "i'm versatile. someone in my position must adapt to all current trends, whatever they might be."

in other words, he's a snake – quite literally. after so many centuries, he hardly tries to hide it any longer.

"besides," taehyung sighs, corking the bottle and draping himself carelessly over his chaise, "it's hard not to look when half of the room is waiting for their chance to pounce."

you swirl your glass absently.

he smirks – and he is, possibly, the only one to understand the true definition of the word. "oh, don't tell me you're about to join them. you'll be scrabbling for scraps."

you throw back the wine – "this is not an alleyway bar," you can hear him admonishing behind you – and set the empty glass down. "first in, first served, little lord. and i shall be served."

he sits properly in his seat, opening his mouth to reprimand you for your abhorrent disrespect and to threaten the connection between your head and your shoulders – but you are gone before he twists far enough around to look.

he huffs and crosses his arms. men are all the same.

the stranger's bottle-green shirt is like a breath of fresh air amongst suffocating gold and diamond. he cups a slim flute of bubbling champagne in both hands and holds it at a distance, as if unsure what to do with it. every so often, he takes a peek within and makes a troubled expression.

he's a veritable sweetheart. you can't wait to take him.

"not a fan of champagne?"

he nearly spills his drink on himself, gaze flitting about – where did you come from? who are you?

you smile. you'll be sure to make some sound when you next approach him.

"ah," he laughs slightly, glancing down at it and gesturing vaguely. "not really, i suppose."

he's even prettier up close. he tucks a dark lock of glossy hair over his ear.

"then might i interest you in something else? bottled, perhaps."

"ah, i'm not a big fan of any alcohol, really." he waves a hand and smiles, almost apologetic. "she just sort of... gave it to me, and i'm—"

"too polite to say no?"

"yeah, something like that," he chuckles breathily. his eyes drop to your chest and struggle their way back up to your face. you suppress a smile – the single done-up button struggles to maintain your decency.

you step forward to come equal with him and pluck the flute out of his hands with no resistance. placing it on a passing busser's tray, you tilt your head and say inquisitively, "i've never seen you around here before."

"that's because it's my first time." he says, "i was supposed to be my co-worker's plus-one – he comes here all the time, he told me – but i don't think he's here yet."

poor thing. left all alone for the wolves to tear apart.

"really?" a smile. "i'm not sure if i can beat his company, but i can offer mine instead. after all..." you risk brushing your fingers against the inside of his forearm. he is warm, humming with life and soul. "i couldn't leave someone so enchanting all on his lonesome."

that single touch is enough to tug at his threads, pushing spaces between his guard to slip your fingers through like a child with the cookie jar. his pupils dilate a millimetre more and a wave of goose-bumps passes over his skin.

"o-oh, i couldn't take your time like that. you know how it is. he might come along at any moment, and i—" he interrupts himself with a sharp, soft breath as you trail your fingers further up his arm. it's just the slightest press of your will against his. his pulse quickens.

you frown, playing up the sympathy. it isn't as if you don't feel sorry for the poor thing – not even the hardest of them could, seeing him idling in the corner by himself – but it's always difficult for your kind to get much going in terms of strong emotion. you've just had the time to perfect the act. "awfully rude of him, inviting you here and making you sit alone. if you're not opposed to the idea... why don't you wait upstairs with me? they say i'm quite the conversationalist."

"no," he breathes, "i wouldn't mind that at all. i'd love to. thank you."

you can't help but laugh, catching one of his gesturing hands. he's the sweetest thing, gazing up at you like some god. in a way, you suppose you all are, creating and destroying in a snap of the fingers. you can't believe someone would go to all the trouble of luring him here, only to drop him in the hands of those who already collect their fair share of poor souls.

"no need to thank me. it's an honour," you murmur, lifting his hand to your lips, "to be your entertainment for the night."

a light, brushing kiss to his knuckles, and he shivers. he gives way a little further and you hide your smirk behind something more pleasant. you'll have him, easily, by the end of the night.

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you close the front door of the penthouse apartment softly, easing the lock into its place. the tv is on, switched to a railroad documentary and set to a low volume.

there's a body on the couch. you wander closer.

his eyes are closed, shifting under fine-veined eyelids and long dark lashes. under his head is a too-soft pillow, folded in the middle for substance, and his hand curls under his temple. he breathes, soft and sweet, with the blurred sinking memories of deep sleep.

the tv turns off. nobody touches the remote. he shifts and his brow furrows. after a pause, his eyes crack open, and he blinks sleepily up at the tall shadow in the corner of his vision.

"angel?"

you brush his messy hair off of his forehead and hum softly, crouching by his side. "hello, sweetheart. why are you not in bed?"

"wanted..." he yawns, scrunching his nose and rubbing his eyes. "wanted to wait f'you."

you glance back at the drawn curtains over the windows. "it's nearly three, hoseok. how long have you been here? your neck will hurt tomorrow."

he sighs and rubs his cheek into the pillow, pouting up at you with the remnants of sleep hazing his dark eyes. "s'okay. seeing you will make it all better."

sighing softly, you smile and press your lips to his forehead. he hums in cosy contentment, and you slip your arms under his shoulders and knees to carry him like a new bride. he shivers as his blanket slips off of his limbs, and his bare skin bears the brunt of the sharp cold.

"where were you?" he murmurs, blinking slowly.

"work," you say simply. "overtime to sucker up to my boss."

"i asked one of your friends, angel. he said you left early."

you pause in the darkened hallway. your grip tightens on hoseok. "which friend?"

"kim seokjin."

bastard.

"ha-ha – what a jokester, that one. i really was doing overtime. i left him early."

you place him gently on the bed in the dark bedroom and draw the blankets up, waiting for him to lay back. he doesn't; instead, he stares up at you, his large black shirt hanging off of his shoulders. the soft white tag sticks up at the nape of his neck – your initials are scrawled on it in fading, feathering permanent marker.

"do you promise?" he asks softly.

you lean forward and press your lips to his temple, sweeping his hair behind his ear and brushing your fingers over his cheek. when you open your hand, a small round ceramic bird with orange and teal plumage nests in your palm. he can't help but giggle slightly, accepting the little trinket with a fond smile.

"i promise," you say, folding his fingers over the bird. "go to sleep. i'll join you in a moment."

when you tug the sheets up, he lies back and shifts against the fluffy white pillows, placing the ceramic bird on the bedside table. he tucks his face into the blankets and gazes at your retreating figure through the enveloping shadows.

"angel."

pausing in the doorway, you glance over your shoulder.

his eyes flicker up to the little bird, watching over him while he sleeps. his gaze shifts to you beneath the blankets. "how did you do it?"

his voice is so soft, yet so bright. in all your years, you've never met anyone quite like him.

you hum and lift a finger to your lips. "magic. sweet dreams, sweetheart."

the door closes behind you, sinking the bedroom into warm darkness.

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it's a lazy, golden evening, and the sunset bathes in the rippling waves somewhere behind an indigo horizon.

hoseok's supposed to come home any time soon. he's a kindergarten teacher, and while you're not sure how he deals with those snot-nosed brats on the daily, he seems to love his job, speaking fondly of the children he watches over while their families work hard to make sure they always have food on the table.

when the doorbell chimes, you don't have your guard up. you don't even check who it is.

a boy barges into your apartment as soon as the door cracks open.

he stops in the hallway, arms crossed and spine so straight you think it might snap if he cranes his neck too far. he picks up a red rose sealed inside a bell jar and rolls his slitted golden eyes, turning it this way and that.

"you've gone native," he remarks, tattooed knuckles rolling a souvenir coin. he sets them back on the shelf and turns to you.

you widen the door. "get out."

"i haven't even told you why i'm here."

"i already know." a headache builds behind your eyes. "what would you like me to say? i'm ever so sorry, i will not do it again?"

"yes," he sniffs, "but with less sarcasm. my feelings are easily hurt. all this?" he gestures broadly with both arms. "it's not a good look on your otherwise pristine record. i'll tell on you," he threatens.

"what are you – five years old?" you shut the door harder than necessary; he won't leave until he has said his piece. he never does. "just because i am the favourite and you are not doesn’t mean you are allowed to stomp on my sandcastle."

"it's a shitty fucking sandcastle," he snaps, stepping forward and jabbing his finger into your chest. "it deserves to be stomped on."

"you deserve to be stomped on." you push him backward into your apartment, away from the thin walls. "whose skin have you stolen tonight? this poor boy... not usually the type you usually like to wear, jungkook."

"he's temporary." he huffs, lifting a pair of sunglasses from his t-shirt collar to his head. "he was the only one around who was wearing a pair of these. you should consider yourself lucky. skipping alongside these humans with these deadlights—" he gestures sharply at his face "—is a sure-fire method of getting a one-way trip to the nearest church."

"stop being so self-conscious, kitten. your eyes are really quite adorable."

he hisses.

you raise your hands in mock defence. "lower your hackles. as much as i enjoy our stimulating conversations, i have more important matters to attend to. you wished to tell me something?"

"you're stupid and i hate you."

arching a brow, you say, "nothing different, then. is that truly what you came here to relay?"

"boss is gonna flay you alive when i tell him what you're really doing," he says smugly. "fraternising with the humans? letting them call you 'angel' and calling them 'sweetheart'? it's so disgustingly lovey-dovey and – ugh – human. you can't even love."

you glance at the clock, ticking away on the wall, and turn back to the kitchen, where a tray of unbaked cookies sits by the preheating oven. opening the oven door hits you with a melting heat and you slide the tray in, setting a tomato-shaped timer for fifteen minutes.

"perhaps not," you respond eventually. "not in the way they do. but i protect him, and i think of him when we are apart. for me, that is love enough."

you place the tea towels aside to keep an eye on the cookies, tracing your fingers over printed bees and flowers. hoseok had been enamoured with their little fat bodies and smiling faces, and the pleasant memory of his joy tugs at your lips.

"our boss cares little for my activities up here. i still get the job done," you continue, turning around and leaning back against the counter. you inspect the child he parades around in. mid-twenties, fairly solidly-built. he wears a black denim jacket with three pins over the heart: a nearby university's coat of arms, a metallica logo, and a rectangular rainbow flag.

what a shame. he seems sweet, radiating innocence overshadowed by jungkook's intrinsic aura of impending doom. unless jungkook was kind enough to knock him out of the mental driver's seat, the boy will be fraught with strange tremors and muscle twitches for the next few weeks, as well as the fuzzy memories of this encounter. somehow, you doubt that jungkook gives enough of a damn about mortals to worry about the post-possession panic induced in them.

"you get the job done for now. i hope you know what you're getting into – you know we're not supposed to tangle with humans." he shrugs, golden feline eyes following you as you move about in the kitchen, cleaning up with a pointed noisiness. "he's still mortal."

"oh – so you care about me, do you? how cute."

"i don't!" he says hotly, scowling. "just stating the obvious."

"sure."

"i do not!"

"very well, kitten." you rest a hand on your hip, the other bracing against the bench. you lift a brow. "would you like a cookie? i've become quite proficient."

he frowns. "no, i would not. anyway, didn't you just put them in?"

"you forget the extent of what i can do."

you reach into the oven with mitts decorated with – jungkook nearly gags – another scene of embroidered bustling bees gathering pollen. straight out of the oven, you pick up a single lovely golden-brown cookie, risen just perfectly. you hold it out on a palm.

"i told you, i don't want one."

you tilt your head. "i cooled it for you."

after a moment of silence, jungkook sighs. he mutters begrudgingly, "does it have chocolate in it?"

"no. it is safe."

he takes it. he inspects it like a petri dish, and it is only when you turn your back on him that he nibbles on the edge with cattish canines.

"taehyung tells me you spend a lot of time with this mortal," he mumbles through a mouthful of warm buttery goodness, taking a seat at the kitchen counter. "says you bring him to his menagerie every weekend for something he thinks is a date. that's dangerous."

you roll your eyes; jungkook knows it, despite staring only at the back of your shoulders as you transfer the cookies into a container. "those pests know better than to hunger for what is mine. taehyung's concern is appreciated, but unnecessary."

"look – taehyung says the guy has an incredible soul. white as an angel's feather. makes even him, restrained and classy and whatever, salivate just a little. you can't be so blinded by what you call love to be immune to their desires." he snatches another cookie from the container when you place it neatly on the edge of the stone countertop. the glowing sunlight shifts from behind a thin cloud and he relaxes in the warmth, rolling his shoulders and stretching his arms before him – it takes a moment before he visibly remembers the purpose of his visit.

"anyway,” he continues, “might be a grand idea to keep track of him for a while. bringing a soul like that back home would entail a pretty bonus."

"i am working on it, kitten."

jungkook shrugs. "don't kill the messenger. plus, whatever plan you're working on seems to be taking its sweet time – you are more of an idiot than i thought you were if you think you can stave off their attacks forever. you're a fool in any case," he sighs, the humming evening sunlight bringing him an indiscreet pleasure. "the boy must learn about you at some point. you weren't always so docile, baking cookies and drinking out of cups with cute cats on them."

"you should be pleased by the latter," you retort, crossing your arms. "i am always thinking of you, kitten, even when you are not here to suck favours out of me."

"rather rude of you to assume that's all i'm here for." he grunts, swinging his legs off of the stool and standing. "accept my advice or not – i don't give a rat's ass what you choose."

"then why did you come here?"

"i – for – because i'm—" his frown deepens and he scowls furiously, a fist darting out to twist in your collar and drag you down to his height. "because you're downright stupid for fucking with romance. he can never love you once he realises what you are!"

you wrench yourself out of his grasp with an icy glare. to his credit, jungkook does not back down.

"i have had enough of you, jungkook," you growl. the sun seems to waver, darting behind a cloud, and the resulting abrupt darkness slashes a sliver of uncertainty across jungkook's features. "leave."

"not until you promise me that you'll end things with him. their lifetimes are a blink of the eye to us."

"i will not."

he throws his hands into the air. "and what about me, huh? i could be fucked just by coming here if the others find out. your reputation won't protect you for much longer."

"what does that have to do with anything?"

"i'm sticking my neck out to warn you! there's only so much you can do before everyone realises that you've mellowed out, and i'll be seen as a traitor for alerting you of them." he glares. "you need to tell him what we are. it'll keep him safe."

"no."

"yn," he says, flabbergasted. "what is wrong with you?"

"religiously, temporally, or physiochemically?"

he grabs your collar and judo-throws you to the floor, knocking a grunt out of you at the impact. "break up with him, i swear to all that is unholy," he struggles to keep his grip on you, " and stop lying to him!"

you toss him aside, pressing an arm over his throat. he wriggles and whimpers. the pressure doesn't hurt – you're too soft to hurt his vessel – but he makes those big eyes, pupils dilated until only a sliver of gold remains, and bucks his hips and jerks on your shirt in attempts to regain control.

"alright, jungkook," you say quietly, placid and dangerous, "i will let you off today because you are young and do not know better. but the next time you—"

"yn?"

you stiffen. you turn slowly over your shoulder.

hoseok stands in the doorway, head tilted and expression almost... crushed.

oh, shit. shit.

you get off of jungkook with as much dignity as you can muster and straighten your clothes, running a hand over your hair. "hello, hoseok."

jungkook staggers to his feet, shoving his sunglasses onto his face. you glance at him and pat down his wrinkled shirt and messy hair. hoseok watches, expression indiscernible.

"hi. good to meet ya. oh, would you look at the time, i was just—"

you drag him into a seat by the back of his collar and point at him. "sit," you hiss, and he scoffs. begrudgingly, he grabs a cookie from the container and nibbles at it.

gently, you take hoseok by the arm and lead him to the bedroom. he stares over his shoulder at the stranger in his kitchen. "hey... will he be...?"

"he will be fine." you shut the door behind him. "i'm very sorry for him, he can be quite a handful—"

"are you cheating on me?"

your eyes widen. "no. no, not at all, sweetheart—"

"hoseok."

a tight smile tugs at your lips and you nod, running your hand over your hair again. "right. i am not cheating on you, hoseok. you trust me, do you not?"

he watches as you take a seat on the edge of the bed. "that depends on what you say next. yn, i love you, and you've been nothing but gentlemanly to me since, but you have to understand that there's very little room for interpretation when i come home to find you on top of a man – god, barely that, he hardly looks old enough to drink. and when he makes those – sounds – and moves like that, you can't blame me for where my thoughts go."

"i-i know, and i'm sorry." shit. "but you have to believe me – i would never do such a thing to you. i care for you, infinitely deeply, and you have made me happier than i ever thought possible. your love has made me kinder, more empathetic, so please, hoseok, believe me when i say i tell the—"

"answer the damn question," he whispers, closing his eyes. "just say yes or no, yn."

you rub your hands together. "no. he... his name is jungkook."

he crosses his arms. you hurry on. "he is – something of a brother to me. he's... i'm..."

there is no easy way to break this news.

"i am a demon."

a beat.

"that remains to be seen," hoseok says cautiously.

"no, i – i mean it literally. personifications of humanity's primal fear of the strange and unknown."

hoseok makes the face you expect. you have insisted the equivalent of telling him that a jolly old man in a red suit indeed squeezes down chimneys at the end of the calendar year.

"have you been drinking?" he asks carefully, brows arched. "maybe you should lay down. i'll see this 'jungkook' kid out."

"i'm not inebriated. it is a physical impossibility."

eventually, he sighs, pressing his fingers into his eyes until stars burst behind his eyelids. "okay... okay. say that i believe you. prove it."

you stare up at him, at a loss. you are bound to this form until you relinquish it permanently, and you have grown quite attached to it. hoseok waits patiently, lips pursed.

an idea springs to mind. you jump to your feet, startling hoseok, and you apologise for it as you open the bedroom door. "come. i have proof."

in the kitchen, jungkook glances up at your entry, eyes darting down to the cookie in his hand. two more have disappeared from the container since you last saw him.

"show him your eyes," you order.

he recoils as if shot. "what the fuck? no!"

"hoseok wants proof, and you have it. you wanted to help me break the news to him, so now you will help," you say matter-of-factly. "sunglasses, please."

hesitantly, he pulls them off, only to screw his eyes shut and bury his face in his hands. "no... they're embarrassing..."

"jungkook."

he groans and reluctantly – very reluctantly – lifts his head. he parts his fingers to reveal one golden eye.

"contacts," says hoseok flatly.

"what—? you asked for proof. his adorable eyes are not proof enough?"

"don't call them adorable..."

"i don't understand," hoseok says. "can't you just, i don't know – whip out a tail? wings? horns, maybe?"

you shake your head. "it does not work like that, i'm afraid. jungkook, uncover your face. or – you can show him your teeth."

"no," he hisses vehemently.

"then no more whining, or i will not bake for you again. remember that i don’t make threats."

he grumbles, dropping his hands. you pull out a brightly-coloured hedgehog with ribbon spines and small gold bells. hoseok stares at it, rightfully confused, until you explain, "watch his eyes."

you shake the toy in the corner of his vision and the bells tinkle. jungkook's head turns faster than normal. he glares. "that won't work on me again."

you shake the toy once more and chuck it at hoseok's feet. his head snaps to it and hoseok's eyes widen – just like jungkook's pupils.

jungkook takes a moment to register what you've done. his pupils shrink again as he scowls, crossing his arms and returning fully to his seat. "bastard..."

"do you believe me now, hoseok?" you ask.

"yeah."

you pause, befuddled. "really?"

he shrugs, tossing his messenger bag onto the couch behind him. "well, you have this odd way of speaking. i thought it was charming; i don't know many people who would use 'inebriated' rather than 'drunk' in a casual conversation, you know, and sometimes your little magic tricks feel a little too magic."

"yeah, man," jungkook pipes up, "relax a little. even i don't sound like i'm stuck in a period drama, and i haven't been topside since i met charles the third. the spanish one," he adds.

"that's a lie."

"that’s a lie," jungkook concedes quickly, "but it gets my point across, and that is the important part."

hoseok glances at him and he reaches for his sunglasses. you slide them out of his reach, and he could coax them out from under your hand with a little demonic urging, but he doubts you'd let that pass.

he sighs. he gestures vaguely as he rises to his feet. "i hate the tension in this room. i'm done here."

you move towards him. "don't you dare, jungkook—"

his eyes roll back. he collapses into your arms.

hoseok squeaks. you shake your head and attempt a smile for him, bouncing the limp body in your arms and placing him lengthwise along the couch. "he should be fine. when he wakes up, it will not be jungkook."

"does it hurt? do we need to call an ambulance?"

"he may be disoriented for a moment, but it should pass. he might want some water – bottled. thank you."

when the boy wakes up a few moments later, lifting his heavy head from the pillow beneath it, his groggy gaze meets yours. his eyes slide closed.

he bolts upright.

"hey, hey," hoseok says softly, gentle smile warm and welcoming as he eases to his knees. "you're alright. my name is hoseok, and this is my boyfriend, yn. are you okay?"

he swallows, fawn-brown eyes flickering about nervously as he scoots back into the corner of the couch. "ah... hi. i like your shirt."

hoseok beams, smoothing down the mushroom-patterned cotton. "thanks. thirsty?"

he licks his lips and nods. his gaze slips, unfocussed, every so often as hoseok pushes bottled water towards him on the coffee table. he grabs it as if he's been stranded in the desert for days.

he downs half the bottle in one go, panting as he rubs his eyes. "what... what happened? i was... heading to the bar, and..."

hoseok's eyes widen as they dart to yours. you sigh, taking his bottle from his twitching hands and twisting the cap on for him. he mumbles a sleepy thanks as he accepts it back. "how's the headache? we can turn off the lights if you prefer."

he waves a hand rather than shaking his head. "s'fine, just... feels like someone put my brain under a dough mixer. the hook ones. d'you have ibuprofen? feel like 'm gonna explode..."

hoseok stands to grab some from the cabinet. you tilt your head at the boy in front of you. "you should not accept drugs from strangers."

he sighs, curling up on the couch and closing his eyes. "i know... i dunno. feel like i can trust you – s'weird. like you're really important to me, somehow. dunno. please don' chainsaw me in half..."

he's already dozed off by the time hoseok returns with an unbroken box of painkillers. he sets the box down on the table and gently slips the water bottle from his loose grasp, setting them both on the table.

hoseok frowns at the boy on the couch. "did he say you were important to him?"

you shrug, tucking your feet under the chair neatly. "jungkook cares little about how he leaves. it is likely he forgot a part of himself when he left so abruptly." you hum. "it is good, however, to know that he trusts me so much that a mortal with a remnant of him feels secure enough to fall asleep around me."

you raise your eyes from the boy napping in your home; hoseok gazes back with an odd, lopsided grin, leaning against the backrest of the couch. "what is it, sweetheart?"

he shakes his head, laughing softly. "it's strange that you say you're a demon, the embodiment of all that is scary and evil, and you light up like a christmas tree at the idea of being trusted completely."

"well, demons are rare to trust," you try to reason, but hoseok's smile only grows. he steps closer and tilts your chin up.

"you're just a big softie," he whispers, pressing his lips to yours. he tastes like vanilla chocolate lollipops, sweet and warm. "my softie."

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addictedbespoken · 2 years ago

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joylinda-hawks · 12 days ago

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ellasalterationsllc · 1 month ago

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Modern Fit Suits: Your Ultimate Guide to Sharp Style for Every Occasion.

Gentlemen, are you tired of feeling like you're wearing your grandfather's hand-me-downs every time you put on a suit?

Do you long for a suit that not only looks sharp but also feels comfortable and moves with you?

Then it's time to embrace the modern fit revolution!

The modern fit suit is the perfect blend of classic tailoring and contemporary style.

It's designed for the modern man who wants to look his best without sacrificing comfort or mobility.

Whether you're heading to a wedding, a job interview, a formal dinner, or a casual night out, the modern fit suit has you covered.

What Sets the Modern Fit Apart?

The modern fit suit is all about a streamlined silhouette that flatters your physique without feeling restrictive.

Here's what makes it different:

Higher Armholes: This creates a cleaner look and allows for greater freedom of movement.

Narrower Lapels: This adds a touch of contemporary flair and slims the chest.

Subtly Tapered Trousers: This creates a streamlined look and helps to elongate the legs.

Shorter Jacket Length: This helps to create balanced proportions, especially for shorter men.

Modern Fit Suits for Every Occasion

Weddings:

Whether you're the groom, a groomsman, or a guest, a modern fit suit will ensure you look sharp and feel confident on the big day.

For grooms, a classic navy or grey suit is always a safe bet.

Accessorize with a crisp white shirt, a coordinating tie, and a pocket square for a touch of personality.

Wedding guests can have more fun with colors and patterns, choosing a suit that complements the wedding party's attire.

Work:

A modern fit suit is a must-have for the modern professional.

It's the perfect choice for interviews, client presentations, and team meetings.

For a more relaxed business casual look, try pairing your suit jacket with chinos or dress pants.

Formal Events:

When the invitation calls for black tie or formal attire, a modern fit tuxedo is your go-to choice.

Opt for classic black or midnight blue, and consider details like satin lapels or a shawl collar to elevate your look.

Casual Outings:

Who says suits are only for formal occasions?

The modern fit suit can be effortlessly dressed down for a more casual, yet still stylish, look.

Pair your suit jacket with a t-shirt, dark-wash jeans, and sneakers for a relaxed yet refined weekend look.

Choosing the Perfect Modern Fit Suit

Ready to embrace the modern fit revolution?

Here are a few tips for finding the perfect suit:

Know your measurements: Get acquainted with your chest, waist, inseam, and shoulder measurements.

Try before you buy: Pay close attention to how the jacket fits in the shoulders, chest, and waist.

Don't fear the tailor: A skilled tailor can make minor adjustments to ensure a flawless fit.

Caring for Your Modern Fit Suit

A modern fit suit is an investment in your style and confidence.

Here are a few tips to keep it looking its best:

Proper storage: Hang your suit on a sturdy wooden hanger with wide shoulders.

Regular brushing: Use a soft-bristled clothes brush to remove dust and lint.

Spot clean when necessary: Avoid rubbing the fabric, as this can damage the fibers.

Dry clean sparingly: Choose a reputable dry cleaner who specializes in delicate garments.

Steaming is your friend: Use a steamer to remove wrinkles and refresh your suit.

FAQs

What's the difference between a slim fit and a modern fit suit?

While both offer a more tailored silhouette than a classic fit, there are key differences.

Slim fit suits are designed to hug the body closely, accentuating a lean physique.

Modern fit suits offer a more balanced approach—tailored but not overly tight, providing a sleek silhouette with room for comfort and movement.

Where can I find affordable modern fit suits?

Many retailers offer stylish and budget-friendly modern fit suits.

Online options include ASOS, BoohooMAN, and SuitSupply.

Department stores like Macy's and Nordstrom Rack often have sales and discounted designer brands.

Specialty stores like Express and H&M offer trendy options at lower price points.

Can I wear a modern fit suit if I have an athletic build?

Absolutely!

The modern fit is often a great choice for athletic builds.

It offers a tailored silhouette that complements your physique without feeling restrictive.

Look for jackets with enough room in the chest and shoulders, and trousers with ample space in the thighs.

What are some essential accessories for a modern fit suit?

Elevate your modern fit suit with the right accessories.

A tie adds a touch of formality or personality depending on the color and pattern.

Pocket squares inject flair and can be folded in various styles.

Belts should match your shoes and the occasion's formality.

Shoes should complement your suit, ranging from polished dress shoes to loafers or sneakers.

How do I know if my modern fit suit jacket fits correctly?

A well-fitting modern fit jacket should feel comfortable and flattering.

The shoulder seams should align with your shoulders, the chest should be snug but not constrictive, and the waist should be slightly suppressed.

The jacket length should hit around your knuckles, and the sleeves should show about half an inch of shirt cuff.

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The modern fit suit is a versatile and stylish choice for any man who wants to look and feel his best.

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samkkshopping · 3 months ago

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How to Find Perfect Men's Suits

The suit is the crown jewel of the male wardrobe, a symbol of both power and grace. Whether you’re attending a wedding, an important business meeting, or a casual event, the right suit can make a powerful statement. However, finding the perfect suit involves more than just picking a style off the rack. It requires understanding the different types of suits, knowing how to wear them correctly, and choosing the one that best fits your body and personality. This guide will help you navigate through the intricacies of men’s suits and help you find the perfect one that aligns with your needs.

“A good suit is like a work of art, meticulously crafted to fit you perfectly.” — Unknown

What are the Types of Men’s Suits Online?

When shopping for a suit online, you’ll encounter a variety of styles, each designed for specific occasions and personal preferences. Understanding these types will allow you to make an informed decision.

1. Single-Breasted Suit

The single-breasted suit reigns supreme in the sartorial world of menswear. It features a single row of buttons and a narrow overlap of fabric. This style is versatile, making it suitable for both formal and casual events. The single-breasted suit comes in various button configurations, typically ranging from one to three buttons. The most popular is the two-button style, which offers a modern look that suits most body types.

2. Double-Breasted Suit

A double-breasted suit is characterized by two parallel rows of buttons and a broader overlap of fabric. This style is associated with a more traditional and formal appearance. It’s an excellent choice for events where you want to project confidence and authority. However, it’s essential to note that a double-breasted suit can add bulk to your frame, so it’s better suited for taller or leaner individuals.

3. Slim-Fit Suit

The slim-fit suit is a modern take on the classic suit, designed to hug the body and provide a sleek silhouette. It’s ideal for those with a slimmer physique who want to achieve a contemporary look. The jacket is narrower through the chest and waist, and the trousers are tapered. This style is popular for weddings, parties, and any event where a fashionable appearance is desired.

4. Classic-Fit Suit

For those who prefer comfort without compromising on style, the classic-fit suit is an excellent option. It offers more room in the chest and waist, making it suitable for a broader range of body types. The classic-fit suit is perfect for formal events and corporate settings, providing a timeless and professional look.

5. Modern-Fit Suit

The modern-fit suit strikes a balance between the slim-fit and classic-fit suits. It’s slightly more fitted than the classic fit but not as tight as the slim fit, making it a versatile choice for various occasions. The modern-fit suit is ideal for those who want a tailored appearance without feeling restricted.

6. Tuxedo

A tuxedo is the epitome of formal wear. It’s typically worn at black-tie events and features satin details on the lapels, buttons, and trouser stripes. Tuxedos are usually paired with a bow tie and a formal dress shirt. If you’re attending a gala, wedding, or any other upscale event, a tuxedo is the go-to choice.

7. Three-Piece Suit

The three-piece suit includes a jacket, trousers, and a vest (waistcoat). This style adds an extra layer of formality and can be worn to weddings, business meetings, or any occasion where you want to stand out. The vest can be worn with or without the jacket, offering flexibility in how you style the suit.

8. Linen Suit

Linen suits are ideal for summer events or tropical climates. They are lightweight and breathable, making them perfect for staying cool while looking sharp. Linen suits come in various colors, often in lighter shades like beige, tan, or pastel hues, giving them a relaxed yet sophisticated vibe.

9. Velvet Suit

For those who want to make a bold statement, a velvet suit is an excellent choice. Velvet suits are luxurious and often come in rich, deep colors such as burgundy, navy, or emerald. They are best suited for evening events, parties, or any occasion where you want to showcase a distinctive style.

Is There a “Right” Way to Wear a Suit?

Wearing a suit is an art that goes beyond just putting it on. Master the art of the suit: these tips will keep you looking sharp.

1. Fit is Everything

The fit of your suit is the most crucial factor in how it looks on you. A well-tailored suit should drape like a second skin, neither clinging nor billowing. The shoulders should align perfectly with your natural shoulder line, and the jacket should taper slightly at the waist. The trousers should sit comfortably at your waist and be the correct length, ideally grazing the top of your shoes without too much break.

2. Jacket Buttoning Rules

The buttoning rules for a suit jacket vary depending on the number of buttons. For a two-button jacket, always button the top button and leave the bottom button undone. For a three-button jacket, you can button the top two buttons or just the middle one, but never the bottom button. Double-breasted suits, on the other hand, should have all buttons fastened, except for the last one at the bottom.

3. Sleeve Length

The sleeve length of your jacket is another crucial detail. The jacket sleeve should end at your wrist bone, allowing about half an inch of your shirt cuff to show. This subtle detail adds a touch of elegance and sophistication to your overall appearance.

4. Trouser Length

The length of your trousers can make or break your suit’s appearance. The most common trouser lengths are full break, half break, and no break. A full break covers the top of your shoes, while a half break creates a slight fold at the front. A no break means the trousers barely touch the shoes, giving a more modern look. Choose the length that best complements your personal style and the occasion.

5. Accessorizing with Style

Accessories are the punctuation marks that add flair to your sartorial sentence. A well-chosen tie, pocket square, cufflinks, and shoes can elevate your suit to the next level. When selecting accessories, ensure they complement the suit without overpowering it. For example, if you’re wearing a patterned suit, opt for solid-colored accessories to maintain balance.

6. Proper Shirt Selection

The shirt you wear under your suit plays a significant role in your overall look. White or light blue shirts are the most versatile and can be paired with almost any suit color. Ensure the shirt fits well, with the collar sitting comfortably around your neck and the sleeves reaching just past your wrist bone.

7. Maintaining Posture

How you carry yourself in a suit is just as important as the suit itself. Command attention by standing erect with your shoulders squared. Slouching is a posture faux pas that can undermine your presence.

8. Understanding Suit Fabrics

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Final Thought

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black-is-iconic · 5 months ago

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Lime Light pt 2

Everything moved so fast that you hardly had time to breath as you were shoved into a bathroom with a bundle of clothes, with a heavy sigh you swallowed nervously and slowly took off your work uniform folding them neatly and placing them on the toilet slipping on the shimmering golden dress if felt so soft against your skin like a cloud of silk and satin.

The dress was breathtakingly beautiful, it was a slim fit sleeveless cheongsam-colored gold and covered in intricate designs and embroidery, it flowed beautifully around your figure hugging every curve perfectly like it was made for your body.

As you stepped out of the bathroom, "um" you mumbled softly peeking shyly from behind the bathroom door in the blink of an eye you were tanked from your hiding place.

Your hair was freed from it's confines and allowed to flow freely down your back and shoulders and the shoes were (literally) torn from your feet and replaced by heels, you wobbled a bit attempting to steady yourself as they female co-workers ushered you towards the room where the photography would take place.

The twins were already seated inside and it was hard to tell who was who, until Yoriichi saw you and smiled gently "ah, you look so lovely in that dress" he murmured standing up. "Can we please get this over with already?"

Michikatsu groaned roughly positioning you in place and signaling for the cameramen to start, as the bright flashing began you flinched and kinda awkwardly shuffled your feet trying as hard as possible not to ruin the shoot.

The shooting went fairly smoothly and well, you didn't screw anything up thankfully, until it was time to stop. Remember those heels? Yeaaaaah, you've never been good in heels so the moment you tried to walks your ankles decided not today and sent you tumbling onto poor Yoriichi. You landed in such a way that he fell on his back, your left-hand claws his shirt popping the first four buttons and exposing his cream-colored chest and you were seated in his lap leaning over him with only one arm to hold you up.

He stared up at you and your stared down at him with wide eyes, he propped himself up on his elbows "um I'm sorr-" you tried to say but he cut you off "don't apologize, hey take the picture" he told the photographer and another blinding flash.

When the picture was taken you quickly scrambled away from him, brushing yourself off and then attempting to help him up but his brother pushed him out the way and helped him up first.

Yoriichi glared at his brother rolling his eyes, "forgive my brother's rudeness thank you so much for helping us we would've been in a bit of a pickle if not for you" he said offering his hand out to shake, you looked down at it and smiled shyly.

"huh? Oh no um…I-I was just doing my job" you muttered softly and Michikatsu rolled his eyes this time. "Okay cool we get it, we're leaving now unlike some people we actually have things to do" he snapped and you flinched, although you're pretty sure it was more so meant for your boss than you.

After the twins walked out everything went back to normal mostly, with Mister Hakuma barking orders and stomping around like an angry ogre you worked long into the night until the sweet sound of the old ticking clock announced the end of your work day.

You quite literally flew from your chair, Desiree on your heels as the too of you hurriedly said your goodbyes and booked it for the door before Mister Hakuma could try and shove any more work onto either of you.

Stepping outside you took a deep breath enjoying the cool crisp air along your skin, "I can't believe you took a photo shoot with two of japans hottest men you lucky bitch" Desiree sang looping her arm into yours as you walked towards your car.

"It's nothing special, I just hope I don't affect them anyway" you muttered softly while unlocking the door Desiree hopped into the passenger seat and beamed up at you as you rolled your eyes climbing into the driver seat. "Girl don't you gotta a car yet?"

You probed and she just waved you off blowing a raspberry, "why waste so much money when my home girl got a car besides it's more fun with me around no?~"

Yet again you found your eyes rolling as you drove off turning on the radio and jamming to the opening of of Attack On Titan until Desiree scoffed and switched it over to Wap, "hey" you quipped glaring at her momentarily but she simply pat your shoulder.

"Girlie if I remember correctly you owe me a story of how you got dicked down by Kyojuro Rengoku" Desiree said wiggling her eyebrows at you.

Your cheeks flooded with heat as you recalled the somewhat comical story, "well I was just flipping through Tinder when I saw Kyojuro's profile and apparently he swipe right on me" you squealed waving your hand at your bestie who mimicked your behavior with her own little giggle.

"And so, of course I didn't actually think it was Kyojuro Rengoku cause like really, there one blurry picture and the account seemed new so it was obviously sketch", "so sketch" Desiree echoed leaning into her palm as she listened to you.

"But you know, I was bored and thought, you know maybe I should have some fun so I agreed to a hook up date. He offered to pick me up and you I stressed kinda casually I really thought it was about to be a bigger fella and you know maybe we'd go for some chinese or taco bell in his ford one fifty",

You both burst out laughing as you pulled into the driveway of your apartment complex and began unbuckling "but to my pleasant surprise, he was the real deal pulled up in a Ferrari and everything suit and tie everything.

I felt so embarrassed and underdressed cause he took me to a fancy restaurant and let me tell you that food was smackin" you sad with a laugh fumbling in your purse for your keys.

"Girl skip all that shit was the dick game on point or not" Desiree asked with a laugh pushing into your house and kicking her shoes off, she walked over to your cupboard and began snooping for something to drink "well"

you stated your stomach doing somersaults "well he was a gentleman, offered to pay for dinner and everything but I'm a independent girlie" you said brushing your hair behind your ear and popping your tongue Desiree poked her head out the kitchen having found a secret stash of wine you hid away.

"Period bitch" she said taking a sip of the whine from a cup she'd filled to the brim, "but girl stop skating around the question" she said sipping audibly a heavy sigh fell frim your lips as you smiled slowly "girrrrrrrrl I didn't plan on giving up the vcard that night but I'm so happy I did, I've never felt that way before it was like my soul left my body" you said taking the cup from her and taking a sip as you sat down on the couch.

Desiree nodded approvingly "type shit" she said clapping her hands "get you a man who fuck you so well you forget where you are" she said with a laugh taking the cup back from you and taking a sip. "So did you reach the great O?"

She asked poking your arm with her elbow, you laughed softly hiding your burning face in your palms "multiple times, them sheets were soaked" you whispered and Desiree squealed shaking your shoulder "that's whats up girl you better have got his number"

You flushed and looked away and Desiree eyes widened and she facepalmed "GIRL, TELL ME YOU DIDN'T FUMBLE THIS BAG" you flinched nervously laughing awkwardly "I-I fumbled" you mused softly and Desiree deflated.

"Girl" she said softly grabbing the tv remote "I know I know but if it's meant to be it'll be" you said settling down on the table next to her to the couch to watch the new season demon slayer so you could watch him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next day was a typical day at work, coffee towers screaming boss and ungrateful co-workers irking that last nerve however as you raced around the office delivering papers and typing up reports.

Your coworkers would throw strange glances your way, at first you just brushed them off as them being idiots but when Desire startled looking at you funny that's when your curiosity was peeped, "Desiree do I got something between my teeth or on my skirt?"

You whisper asked over your cubical and Desiree looked up at you with an arched brow, "what no their probably staring at you cause your trending on twitter, facebook, instagram etc your photos with Tsugikuni twins are blowing up".

She said giving you a timid smile, you rolled your eyes "well of course its the Tsugikuni twins of course their blowing up do you see how attractive they are?"

You mumbled when finishing up a paper, Desiree poked her head further above the cubicle "no girl you don't understand yes the Tsugikuni twins are blowing up….but YOU are the topic of the world right now, not the twins".

It took a moment for her words to sink in, and when they did you were filled with a cold sense of dread .

"Oh shit" you sighed quietly falling back into your chair eyes widening like saucers, seeing the oncoming panic Desiree walked around and grabbed your hand "hey, hey hey girlie pop don't sweat it see nothing but good comments" she said scrolling through the facebook comments which read along the lines of

: Whose the new model?

She's Smoking hot

She seems kind of camera shy

She's a total babe

10/10 would smash

Jesus Christ is Lord

- dude shut up nobody wants to hear that

I wonder if she'll be in future photoshoots?

This one's going in the spank bank

Is single I wanna shoot my shot.

As you read through the comments you…weren't exactly sure what to feel everyone seemed to either want to see more of you fuck you, or were just curious about you in general you breathed a sigh of relief but it was short lived one.

Mister Hakuma poked his head out his office "Y/N L/N IN MY OFFICE NOW" you and Desiree both groaned "good luck" Desiree wished slinking back to her cubicle.

You took a deep breath and sighed heavily recounting how man task you complete today, what you could've possibly forgotten and why he might be upset but nothing prepared you for the sight of yet again stumbling into the Tsugikuni twins. But not just them, Kyojuro was there as well, and Tengen…..the fuck is going on?

#black reader #demon slayer #kny x reader

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