#but unfortunately it couldn’t work out that way

[heliosunny]

I've read a manhwa with the plot of MC being in a marriage of convenience with the ML in their first life and they work hard to make it work/feel like an actual marriage but the guy didn't give it much thought so they died and in their second life, the MC just decided to not focus on the guy but that somehow attracted the guy's attention

So that premise with Mydei (or Phainon, I just thought it suited Mydei more) where in reader's first life they had loved him and dedicated their whole being to him but they end up dying so in their second life they were more confrontational and willing to potentially piss off Mydei but that just had the opposite effect on him.

Bonus I guess if he remembers what reader did after a certain time and makes him fall harder (or go full on yan route idm)

Yandere!Mydei x Reader

[Artist]

You had loved him once.

It was a quiet, steady love, the kind built on careful devotion rather than reckless passion. A love that manifested in the way you always reached for his hand in public, in the way you made him pomegranate juice exactly as he liked it, in the way you handled every social obligation so he wouldn’t have to. A love that, despite being arranged, had been genuine on your part.

Mydei, however, had never given you much thought.

Your marriage had been one of convenience, a political arrangement that benefited both parties, nothing more. You knew that. You had known it from the start. But knowing didn’t stop you from hoping, didn’t stop you from trying to be someone he could come to love.

Yet you had tried.

You learned his preferences. You shielded him from trivial nuisances. You defended him against enemies in court. You ensured his home was warm when he returned, even if he never cared whether you were there waiting or not. You gave him everything you had to offer, even as your own needs went unnoticed, unfulfilled.

And then, one day, you died.

It was an illness, slow but inevitable. The kind that ate away at you little by little until there was nothing left to give. You had fought to stay by his side, to live long enough for him to notice you, to care. But as you lay on your deathbed, your body weak, your breath shallow, Mydei had stood beside you with the same unreadable expression he always wore.

“It’s unfortunate” he had said, his voice calm. “But there’s nothing to be done.”

He hadn’t held your hand. Hadn’t begged you to stay. Hadn’t even asked if you were afraid. And so you died, alone in a marriage that had never truly been shared.

But then, against all reason, you awoke again.

A second life. A second chance.

And this time, you wouldn’t waste it on him.

----

The first time you met Mydei again in your new life, he had the same detached expression, but this time, you weren’t the same.

“Oh. It’s you.” he said, mildly surprised.

You stared at him, deadpan. “Tragic, isn’t it?”

He blinked at you, clearly taken aback. In your past life, you would have smiled softly, eager to please. Now, you met his gaze with all the warmth of an ice sculpture.

“You seem different.” he noted, as though observing the weather.

“Yes, well, dying does that to a person.” You crossed your arms. “But don’t worry, I’m not here to cater to your every whim anymore. I have better things to do.”

His brow furrowed slightly, a reaction so subtle you might have missed it if you hadn’t known him so well. It was funny. For the first time, Mydei found himself unsure of how to proceed.

Days turned to weeks, and you continued to avoid him as much as possible. When you couldn’t, you treated him with polite indifference.

“Here, I brought you tea.”

Mydei raised a brow. “Tea?”

“I just grabbed the first thing I saw.” You sipped your own drink with a smirk, watching as he hesitated before taking a sip. No more pomegranate juice, but you made no move to correct it. Let him suffer.

He gave you a long, unreadable look, then quietly finished the tea anyway.

You weren’t sure when it started, but Mydei began seeking you out more often. Not for anything important, just small, meaningless interactions that, in your first life, he would have ignored entirely.

“You’re busy” he observed one day, watching you pour over books in the library.

“You’re perceptive” you deadpanned, not looking up.

“I can help.”

You finally met his gaze, incredulous. “You? Help? With something that doesn’t benefit you?”

“I’m capable of generosity” he replied smoothly.

You scoffed. “Sure. And I’m the Empress of the Universe.”

To your growing unease, Mydei only chuckled, as if thoroughly enjoying the challenge you presented. If he had ignored your love in your past life, he now seemed intent on prying into your every thought in this one.

You weren’t sure which was worse.

What made it all the more complicated was that Mydei had no idea you had already lived and died once before. To him, this was just the first time you had ever looked at him with anything less than quiet admiration. And while he couldn’t understand what had changed, he was undeniably intrigued.

-----

The third prince’s birthday celebration was an unavoidable event. No matter how much you wanted to stay far away from Mydei, you were both expected to attend.

Dressed in formal attire, you entered the grand hall, carefully ignoring Mydei’s presence beside you.

As expected, the noble ladies flocked to him almost immediately, their voices sickly sweet.

“Mydei, you look as composed as ever” one simpered, lightly touching his sleeve. “Surely you must save a dance for me?”

“And me as well” another chimed in. “It’s not often we get to see you at these gatherings.”

You sipped your drink and turned away, uninterested.

Mydei, however, seemed less inclined to entertain them. His gaze flickered to you, watching your utter lack of reaction.

“You’re ignoring me” he murmured, stepping closer.

You didn’t even glance at him. “Congratulations, you’re learning.”

His lips twitched slightly, as if amused. “Are you jealous?”

You turned to him at last, offering the driest look you could muster. “If I had a single grain of salt for every second I cared, I wouldn’t even be able to season a meal.”

He chuckled. And you had the distinct feeling Mydei wasn’t going to let you ignore him forever.

Sensing your chance to leave, you excused yourself quietly and slipped away. You navigated through the bustling crowd until you reached the gardens, where the young third prince stood alone, watching the lanterns flicker above. You wished him a happy birthday, exchanged brief pleasantries before excusing yourself, intent on leaving before anyone noticed. Unbeknownst to you, Mydei had followed—watching from the shadows as you spoke to the young prince with a warmth you had never once given him in this lifetime.

The door shut behind you with a quiet click as you stepped into your quarters, letting out a sigh of relief. The evening had been long. You had done your part, made an appearance, and now you could finally shed the pretense of civility and rest.

You barely had time to unfasten the heavy jewelry weighing on your ears before there was a knock at the door. Your brows furrowed. It was late. Too late for someone to be calling on you unless it was urgent.

Still, you already had a sinking feeling about who it was.

“Enter” you called, bracing yourself.

The door opened, and sure enough, Mydei stepped inside. His usually pristine attire was slightly disheveled, his coat unbuttoned at the collar. But what truly caught your attention was the way he moved, slower, more deliberate, as if something was weighing on him.

He had never been one to drink, and yet, something about him seemed... off.

You sighed. “It’s late, Mydei.”

“You left early” he countered, shutting the door behind him. His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it—something quiet and simmering beneath the surface. “Without informing me.”

“I wasn’t aware I needed your permission to retire for the night” you replied dryly, turning away. “Now, if you’ll excuse me—”

“I saw you” Mydei interrupted.

You stilled. “Saw me?”

“With the third prince” he clarified, stepping closer. “In the gardens. You seemed… close.”

You exhaled through your nose. “He’s a child, Mydei. I was wishing him a happy birthday.”

“And yet, you looked at him with more warmth than you’ve ever spared me.”

You turned to face him then, brows arching. “Are you jealous?”

Mydei didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he studied you. He took another step forward, invading your space, forcing you to tilt your head slightly to maintain eye contact.

“Would it matter if I was?” he asked at last.

You scoffed, stepping back. “No. Because it wouldn’t change anything.”

Mydei was a man of control. To be thrown off balance, to be met with resistance where he once found compliance, was undoubtedly foreign to him.

Good. Let him feel what you had felt all those years.

You turned away, signaling the conversation was over. “Go sleep, Mydei. We have nothing more to discuss.”

For a moment, he didn’t move. Then, finally, he let out a quiet chuckle, a sound devoid of humor. “You truly are different now.”

You didn’t respond. Didn’t look back.

Because if you did, you might have noticed the way his fingers curled slightly at his sides. And you might have realized that Mydei was far from willing to let things be.

-----

Over the next few days, Mydei seemed to have an unusual amount of free time. His duties, which once kept him busy, were now seemingly cast aside. Wherever you went, he was there.

It started subtly: walking in step with you through the halls, his presence a quiet shadow. Then it grew bolder. Sitting beside you at meals, his knee brushing against yours and never pulling away. Standing behind you, fingertips grazing the small of your back under the guise of guiding you forward.

You would have ignored it, written it off as coincidence—if not for the way his touch lingered. The way he reached for your hand absentmindedly, as if it were second nature.

One evening, as you sat by the window, lost in thought, you felt it again, his hand, warm and steady, against your shoulder. A familiar presence, yet wholly unfamiliar in its intent.

“You’ve been avoiding me” Mydei murmured.

“I’ve been living my life” you corrected, not looking up.

His fingers curled slightly, almost as if to pull you closer, but he hesitated. “And yet, somehow, I find myself a part of it more than before.”

You turned to him then, meeting his gaze directly. “Perhaps you should ask yourself why that is.”

A smirk ghosted his lips, though his eyes held something heavier. “Oh, I have.”

You had tolerated it long enough. Mydei’s constant presence, his lingering touches, the way he hovered around you as if he had never been indifferent.

The final straw came when he followed you into the private study, an intimate space he had never once stepped foot in before. You slammed the book you were holding onto the table and turned to face him, irritation burning in your chest.

"Enough!" Your voice was firm, unwavering. "What exactly do you want from me, Mydei?"

He arched a brow, unfazed. "I would think that’s obvious."

You scoffed. "Obvious? You ignored me for years, treated our marriage as a mere obligation, and now—now you cling to my side like a shadow. Why?" Your breath hitched slightly, but you pushed forward. "Is it because I no longer chase after you? Because I finally see this marriage for what it is?"

A flicker of something passed through his eyes—something unreadable. He took a step closer, but you raised a hand, stopping him in his tracks.

"No" you said sharply. "No more. This ends now. I want a divorce."

For the first time since his sudden shift in behavior, Mydei’s expression darkened. "You don’t mean that."

"I do." You met his gaze head-on. "I refuse to stay shackled in a marriage that was never real."

He exhaled slowly, as if reining himself in. "And what makes you think I'll allow it?"

Your fingers clenched into fists. "Because it’s not your decision to make."

"You truly have changed."

You didn’t back down. "And I intend to keep it that way."

His eyes lingered on you, calculating, something darker stirring beneath the surface. Then, as if making a silent decision, he took another step forward.

"Then let's see how far you’re willing to go" he murmured.

-----

Determined to push him into agreeing, you invited Duke Laurent, a respected noble and someone with a clear interest in you, to visit. If Mydei would not agree to divorce out of reason, perhaps jealousy would make him let go.

Just as you began conversing with the duke, Mydei’s arm suddenly snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You stiffened at the public display of intimacy, something he had never once shown before. The duke’s expression remained polite, though there was clear tension in the air.

Mydei leaned in, his lips brushing dangerously close to your ear. "You think bringing another man here will make me release you?"

He turned his gaze to the duke, his expression composed but lethal. "You see, we are still very much married."

Before you could shove him away, he tilted your chin up and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to the corner of your lips, just enough to make the moment scandalous.

"Mydei—" You hissed, shoving at his chest, but his grip remained firm.

Then came his final blow, spoken with a smirk against your skin. "If you truly wish to fulfill the divorce, then surely, as tradition dictates, our marriage must bear an heir first. Otherwise, it would be incomplete."

The audacity of it, the sheer arrogance—

Fury surged through you. Without thinking, you leaned in and bit his shoulder, hard enough to make him tense, hard enough to leave a mark through his fine fabric. Just hoping it'll make him let you go. He inhaled sharply, but instead of anger, something else flickered in his gaze. Interest.

His grip on you tightened, fingers pressing into your waist. "How intriguing" he murmured, almost amused. "You’re becoming more and more fascinating."

You could only glare, breathless with anger, as he leaned in even closer. "I’ve decided—I shall never let you alone."

That night, Mydei made his final decision.

You found yourself restless, pacing in your chambers, feeling trapped in a game you never agreed to play. The door creaked open, and you didn’t need to turn to know it was him.

"Leave!" you ordered without looking up.

Instead, he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. "You asked for a divorce. I gave you my terms," he said smoothly. "But I have a better idea."

You turned, narrowing your eyes. "I don't care for your ideas, Mydei. I want my freedom."

"And I want you," he countered effortlessly, closing the distance between you. "So, it seems we are at an impasse."

He reached out, tracing a hand over your wrist. "You see, I’ve realized something," he murmured, his voice quieter now, almost reverent. "I cannot let you go."

"Then you will have to learn."

"No" he whispered, leaning in "I will simply ensure that you never wish to leave."

This was no longer a battle of marriage or freedom.

This was war.

Then, his voice dropped to a chilling whisper. "If you try to run, I will find you. If you seek another, I will ruin them. And if you deny me..." His fingers trailed over your throat, "I will make sure you have nowhere to go but back to me."

"You wouldn’t dare."

"Wouldn’t I?" The smirk on his face only triggered you more. "You forget, my dear, I am not a man who lets go of what is his. And you? You belong to me."

A slow, measured pause before he added, "So fight me if you must. Hate me, struggle, scream. But in the end, you will always return to me. I will make sure of it."

---

Another day passed. Nothing happened. Until-

You were sitting stiffly in your chambers, the weight of Mydei’s last words still pressing against your mind.

Mydei entered, once again without your consent.

A goblet sat before you, filled with deep crimson liquid—the rich, unmistakable hue of pomegranate juice. It was his favorite, something he drank often, something he had tried countless times to get you to enjoy.

“I had the servants prepare this just for you” Mydei said smoothly, swirling the liquid in his own goblet. “It would be such a shame if you ignored my gift.”

You hesitated, glancing at the drink. Something about his tone made you wary, but refusing would only stretch this moment further. You reached for the goblet, only for Mydei to intercept, his fingers ghosting over yours as he picked it up himself.

“Let me.”

His hand cupped your chin, tilting your head slightly. Before you could react, the cool rim of the goblet pressed against your lips, the sweet aroma of pomegranate thick in the air. The moment the liquid touched your tongue, warmth flooded through your body. A strange, numbing sensation curled through your veins, heavy and inescapable. Your limbs felt sluggish, the world turning soft around the edges.

Your breath hitched as your body betrayed you, sinking against the silk sheets.

Through your hazy vision, you saw Mydei standing by the door, watching. His expression was unreadable, his hands clasped behind his back.

“Rest well, my dear”

But he didn’t leave.

Instead, he moved closer, his fingers brushing against your cheek before he slid into the bed beside you. His arms wrapped around you, firm yet deceptively gentle, caging you against him. The warmth of his body seeped into yours, and in your hazy state, resistance felt… unnecessary.

“You’ll understand soon” he whispered, his breath fanning against your ear. “You don’t need to fight anymore. Just listen to me.”

Your thoughts wavered, slipping further into a fog. Your body felt too heavy to move, your mind too sluggish to argue. His presence, once suffocating, now felt… inevitable.

Through the night, he held you close, his grip never loosening. Each time your thoughts stirred, his voice was there, murmuring soft reassurances, reinforcing his presence, reminding you he was always there.

By the time morning light crept through the curtains, your mind was no longer as sharp as before. The idea of pulling away seemed distant, unnecessary.

He was still here.

His arms remained locked around you, as if this was how it had always been. His breath, slow and even, ghosted against the side of your neck, warm yet oppressive.

“Awake already?” His voice was low, thick with the drowsiness of someone who had slept well.

You swallowed, trying to shift, only to realize just how intimately entangled the two of you were. One of his legs had hooked over yours, anchoring you beneath the weight of him. His fingers, idly tracing over the fabric of your nightclothes, stopped just at your wrist, where his hold subtly tightened.

You were trapped.

“I need to get up” you muttered, voice still hoarse from sleep.

Mydei didn’t loosen his grip. If anything, his arms curled around you more securely, pressing you deeper against his chest. “You don’t, actually,” he murmured. “Stay.”

Something in his voice made your stomach twist. There was no plea, no request, just the quiet certainty of a man who had already decided what would happen.

“I have things to do” you tried again, frustration slipping into your tone. “You can’t just—”

“Can’t I?” Mydei interrupted lazily, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look down at you properly. His hair was slightly tousled, falling over sharp eyes that gleamed with something unreadable. “You haven’t been well. I think it’s best if you rest today.”

“I feel fine” you lied, pushing against his chest.

He caught your wrist easily, his thumb pressing against the rapid beat of your pulse. “Do you?” His smile was slow, knowing. “You still look dazed. You’re warm. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were falling ill.”

Mydei had always been perceptive, dangerously so. And in this moment, with your thoughts still sluggish, you knew you were at a disadvantage.

“Mydei,” you tried to keep your voice steady, “what did you do?��

His grip on your wrist didn’t waver, but his expression softened into something almost… fond.

“I’ve merely helped you see things clearly.” His fingers traced over your knuckles before he lifted your hand, pressing a slow, lingering kiss against your palm. His lips curved against your skin. “You always try to run. You make things so difficult for yourself.”

“You drugged me.”

Mydei sighed, tilting his head as if mildly disappointed. “It was just a little something to help you relax. To stop you from making rash decisions.” He leaned in closer, his nose grazing against your cheek before his lips brushed against the shell of your ear. “You wouldn’t want to make any rash decisions, would you?”

A surge of unease coursed through you, your body screaming to move—to fight. But your limbs still felt leaden, and Mydei knew it. He had planned for it.

“I thought we had an agreement” you gritted out. “You can’t keep me here like this.”

“What do you mean by 'keep you'? You’re mine, my dear. You always have been.”

Your breath hitched as he finally released your wrist—only to cup your jaw, forcing you to look at him properly.

“You’ll understand soon enough.”

[spacegyaru]

DON'T LOOK AT IT! PT. 3

your phone got lost for some reasons. the following day, the sex tape you made with your boyfriend (rin, isagi, chigiri) was all around the internet. how would they react?

cw: r18+, mdni! mentions of sex tape and implied sex. humiliation. mirror sex on chigiri’s part + angst. somewhat angst and comfort. a little bit toxic from rin’s part!

a/n: this is the last part!! unfortunately, i don’t have that much energy to continue this series further and might start writing for another idea 😭🥺i hope u guys understand!!

masterlist | part 1 (shidou, kaiser, bachira, & sae) | part 2 (reo, nagi, hiyori, otoya, and yukimiya)

rin itoshi:

sorry to tell you guys, but his gf has to be a little bratty and naughty enough to provoke him into making a sex tape. i imagine him doing it out of jealousy, he wanna make you moan his name loud while he takes you all-fours and biting your neck a little bit. all after seeing how isagi was being a little bit too friendly towards you.

and that's exactly what people saw on the video. you remember your phone being pickpocketed while you were out for a shopping. when it got lost, rin scolded you a little bit, and reminding you of the video you guys made. you were the one who insisted that he shouldn’t think too much cuz ya boi was overthinking. but his hunches and gut feeling prevailed. the next few days, your name was all over the news.

rin’s team worked on the damage control. he was hesitant to post a public apology, but he did anyways. unlike his brother who has a ‘idgaf’ attitude, rin cares a lot; he cares a lot about his image and your image too. it’s just plainly embarrassing for him.

when you started isolating yourself due to the humiliation you were going thru, rin tried to comfort you.he was never good with words and may have appeared harsh the way he said it, but you knew what he truly meant. you gave him a hug and a kiss due to his attempt to comfort you.

“babe, i know how much you hated it whenever i say ‘i told you so’ so i’ll try not to make you feel worse. but try not to worry about what other people say. don’t check your phone too much. it doesn't matter what they think. what matters most is what we think of each other .”

yoichi isagi:

fuck, even i am wondering. how did this guy have a sex tape? well, it was your idea, but you didn’t think that your bf, isagi, would be super into it. both of you ended up making two-three sex tapes together. at first, it was embarrassing for him. but then once he’s inside you, he gets all pussy drunk and hell breaks. all that can be heard in the background was the loud bed creaks, along with your moans and his groans. your legs are all over the place, while he held your thighs. the lights were a bit dim, but both of your faces were visible.

the following week, you lost your phone while you were sightseeing all alone. you didn’t think that much of it. but the following day, that very same video you created with isagi, was all over the internet. both of your names were mentioned in twitter and apparently, he was placed in trending.

although isagi was very much embarrassed by what happened, he never blamed you for it. he asked his team to focus on the damage control while he released a public apology, addressing what happened. he explained that you lost your phone while on a trip, and are now taking the proper measures to track whoever did spread the video. isagi couldn’t stop apologizing. everyone knew how harsh he speaks whenever he’s at football matches but this time, he seemed like a dorky apologetic machine.

when isagi realized how humiliated you seemed to be, he immediately prepared a romantic dinner for the both of you, buying some wine and steak for the both of you to enjoy. he also bought a bouquet of flowers for you. then he rented a private ship for the both of you, so you could spend time together and get things off your head for a while.

“love, you don’t have to blamed yourself for what happened, you know? sometimes, there are just things that are out of our control and this happens to be one of them. let’s get this off your mind for now, okay?”

hyoma chigiri:

okay so if you wanna do anything new with this guy, you should initiate it because he’s very much of a vanilla. that’s how you ended up having a sex tape with him. the crazy thing is, he was the one holding the camera. you were riding him in a cowgirl position, your ass was bouncing as you went up and down on him. your room was surrounded by mirrors, so chigiri was recording your reflection. his hands were shaking as he was feeling too much pleasure from your pussy. so far, he was able to record almost everything, but he ended up dropping the phone when he orgasmed.

one day, you lost your phone after a long day at work, but then again, you didn’t think anything of it. you just thought of buying a new one instead. but then few days later, you suddenly see your boyfriend’s name on twitter’s trending. when you clicked the link, that exact mirror sex videos were all over the internet. you just sighed upon seeing those. you never expected them to reach online but here they are.

given the situation, you didn’t even have that much space to comfort yourself because you just saw how down and embarrassed your boyfriend looked. he was able to release a public statement, and his pr team did the damage control. but he was so affected by people’s comments about his masculinity. well, the question about this didn’t really matter to him, but what affected him the most is how people would say how ‘hot’ you are and that you deserve someone more dominating and masculine. he was more affected on what people say about you, rather than what people say about him.

so your night with him ended up being a comfort-fest. both of you lay on the bed with hands holding together while you reassure him that what other people said isn’t true. that you only need him to satisfy you and no one else. you thought your night would be sweet and peaceful. until your small cuddle moment turned into a heated making-out session with chigiri hovering on top of you.

“babe, i love how hot you are whenever you're on top of me. i love how your body bounces and tell me how you make me feel good. but what about let me do the work tonight? i'll let you feel every part of me while i dominate you.”

[highvern]

Dessert First (TEASER)

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x f!reader

Genre: baker! mingyu, wedding planner!YN, fluff, smut, angst, exes to lovers

warnings: lots of mentions of food

Teaser Length: ~1k | Full Fic Length: ~15k

Note: bringing back my boo mingyu for @camandemstudios Lonely Hearts Cafe Collab. check out all the amazing fic (26 in total) on the master list. everyone has worked so hard and im so excited to read them thank u pookie @gyuswhore for beta reading

summary: You've got a great life. Your wedding planning business is booming, your clients are great, and you're finally over your ex-boyfriend after years of pining. Or you are, until the universe decides to test if those three things are actually true.

collab m.list || m.list

This blog is intended for 18+ only! Minors/blank blogs will be blocked.

Comment to be tagged in the full fic coming February 17th!

It started with the coffee maker.

By all accounts you could buy a completely new one that actually worked but some sentimental part of you liked the baby blue machine with scratched enamel and an inability to brew a full pot in less than twenty minutes. If your coffee maker worked the way it was supposed to then you wouldn’t have left your apartment ten minutes late. And if you hadn’t left your apartment ten minutes late then you wouldn’t have arrived on the subway platform just as the train doors closed, forcing you to wait another ten minutes for the next train and by then the mist of rain outside devolved into a biblical downpour leaving you soaked to the bone despite a rain jacket and an umbrella. 

At least the binder containing every last detail of your life for the next two months is safe.

Sprinting down the street, your shoes squish through filthy puddles. No point in taking the extra time to dodge them, you’re already twenty minutes behind schedule with a ruined pair of brand new loafers. The only saving grace is Will and Sarah’s, your clients, habit of running at least thirty minutes behind. Which is why you told them the meeting started at 10AM and not 10:30. 

So technically you aren’t late. Yet. But you planned a thirty minute buffer to meet with the pastry chef and discuss color scheme, flavors, and logistics before Will and Sarah arrived to ensure everything went smoothly. As smooth as it can with clients that believe more is more and have no budget. 

The cafe bustles to the brim with people trying to escape the tsunami outside and enjoy something sweet. Damp businessmen sip cups of coffee while thumbing through damp newspapers, college students cram over notebooks with cookies by their side. A group of moms cluster on the couches, baby toys and lattes strung across the table while they share the latest playground drama. You can see yourself bunkered down at the table by the wide bay window, typing away emails and finalizing calendars with a hot cup of coffee and one of the massive croissants displayed on the counter.

Will and Sarah insisted on using Dessert First for their cake. They had their first date here and you can see why they love it so much. The display case sits packed with cakes and pastries; tarts with jewel like fruit, iced treats that make your mouth water. The heavenly scent of almond, vanilla, and coffee clouded the air. Plants hung from the ceiling, a shelf in the far corner stacked with pre-packaged goods to go.

You can almost forget the chill seeping into your veins from the cozy aroma of vanilla and espresso. A perfect oasis in the middle of the overcrowded city.

You’re still ten minutes early according to your watch. Plenty of time to devise a battle strategy with whatever unfortunate baker owns this place. You couldn’t find anything about them online, no pictures or reviews that mentioned them by name; only one article in the city newspaper announcing the grand opening last year which obviously resented a bakery replacing the former pizza shop that was shut down due to a myriad of legal issues. Who knew money laundering was so prevalent?

Even when you called to schedule this meeting you couldn’t get a name, just one of the cashiers promising to put you on the calendar before hanging up without asking for any of your information.

Stepping towards the cash register, a lone employee taps a quiet beat on the counter with his fingers, lost in his own world. Vernon, his name tag reads. You're almost certain this is the same man you spoke to one the phone.

“Hi.” You plaster on your most convincing smile, hoping it distracts from the wet mess of your…everything. “I’m supposed to be meeting with the pastry chef. I’m—”

He cuts you off with a snap. “You’re the wedding planner lady, right?” 

“Yep, that’s me.”

“I’ll let him know you’re here. You want a coffee?”

“A coffee would be great,” you sigh in relief. 

“Cream? Sugar?”

“Nope, just black,” you nod. “Thanks.”

Vernon fills a mug almost to the top before sliding it across the counter and disappearing into the back with a swish of the kitchen doors. While he grabs the mysterious baker, you head towards the table in the window. It’s perfect. You can see the entire cafe and the street, with plenty of space for everyone to gather around. Plus, it’s far away from the A/C blowing steadily on the opposite side of the cafe.

At best, you hope your new colleague will take the stress of this wedding for the premium pay. Sarah and Will want a lot but they’re willing to put their money where their mouths are. And unfortunately, they’re nice. Pleasant to the point you can’t fathom telling them no.

There was a point where you felt the butterflies they felt, and you wanted the same dream wedding they wanted. Maybe that’s why you’re willing to do whatever it takes to give them the perfect day they envisioned. That, and the promise of high end clients if everything goes well.

You’re too busy organizing everything to perfection on the table to notice a new presence over your shoulder until he clears his throat. This isn’t how you planned to introduce yourself but you steel against the embarrassment of the morning and turn around. “Hi, I’m—”

Mingyu.

Any hope of this working shatters into a million pieces before your eyes.

Fuck.

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sleepy head | P.SH

★ DAY ELEVEN: SOMNOPHILIA WITH SEONGHWA ★

pairing: bf! seonghwa x f! reader

after such a restless and chaotic sleep, you can’t help but feel needed by your slumped boyfriend. his warm body giving you a sense of comfort in ways one couldn’t describe. though you wanted more and of course you didn’t want to wake him. as long as you’re quiet right?

[warnings]: MDNI 18+!!, smut, a little plot, somnophilia, unprotected sex, praising, cock riding, clit play, pet names (angel, pretty, good girl, baby), reader is an implied virgin (penetration)

word count: 1.8k

You woke up suddenly, hearing the faint sound of rain droplets hitting the window. Thunder clapped in the sky a couple of times, signaling a small storm was passing through the area. You sighed to yourself, looking over at the small digital clock on the desk reading 3:23 am.

Another restless night.

You glanced over at Seonghwa, who was sleeping peacefully beside you. His back faced you, but you could see it rise and fall from the dim window light.

You felt a weird pit in your stomach, unsure of such a feeling as you’ve had it the last few days. Anytime you seen your boyfriend, your face would flush red uncontrollably and you could feel your whole body heat up from just a small glance he gave you.

There were moments that turned you on— you didn’t understand why it did, but he did it with ease, without even realizing that he did so. Is this what it felt like to ovulate when you finally had a boyfriend around?

You held your thighs together, squirming in bed as you were unsure of what to do as you didn’t want to wake your boyfriend. He usually had no issues taking care of you, but he was sleeping and it just felt selfish of you to do.

You quickly but quietly pulled off your underwear, pushing it to the end of the bed. You slipped your fingers between your thighs, passing your folds as the warmth surrounded your fingers. A soft breath escaped your lips as you grazed your clit, circling it slowly.

It felt so good, but why wasn’t it enough? Was it because you were just used to your boyfriend doing anything for you? You could just be infatuated with the way he worked your clit— whether that be his hands or tongue. You weren’t sure, but you needed him badly.

Unfortunately for you, all he’s ever done was play with you. You two never really had sex, since it wasn’t something you were quite ready for. Though you weren’t opposed to the idea either, you just you wanted to take things slow.

Except this time, a switch flipped in you. You wanted him— no you needed him and of course that wasn’t something you could obtain at the moment.

Or so you thought.

You sat up, tugging on Seonghwa’s shoulder softly. He fell on his back, groaning before fixing his new sleeping position in a way that was comfortable. You watched him sleep, surprised at how your tugging didn’t wake him. Lucky for you, waking him wasn’t exactly the plan.

He snored softly, turning his head away from you just a bit. His black bangs hovered over his eyes, like slightly parted. You peeked under the covers, noticing that he was merely in his boxers and not pajamas this time around. A small dance party went off in your head, knowing this would be a bit of an easier access for you.

You snaked your hand down his body slowly, careful not to let any cold breeze seep under the covers. You rested your hand on his member, feeling its softness poke at the fabric of his boxers just a bit. You glanced at him, checking for any signs of consciousness before proceeding, gently pulling his cock out from the hole.

Your eyes widened, admiring how lanky he already was soft; you couldn’t imagine what it must be like when he’s hard.

Would this hurt? What if you made a sound? What if he was disgusted by your actions?

You looked back at his peaceful figure, soon shaking your head before throwing your legs over Seonghwa’s waist. You held onto his dick, taking in a brief sigh before pushing your weight down on him. You whimpered softly, feeling your walls clench around his soft member.

As for your virginity?

It was a quick pinch, nothing as bad as you may have thought but you never said it didn’t hurt either— especially not with his size.

You let out a breathy moan, throwing your head back at how good he felt inside of you. Your walks pulsated against him, finally understanding what it meant to feel full. This was so much better than doing the work on your own.

You looked down at him, wondering if he had woken up from the sudden pressure on his abdomen.

Nothing.

So you continued.

You grinded against his cock, feeling his tip hit your sweet spot perfectly. Your clit brushed against the fabric of his boxers, making a soft whimper escape your lips. You stopped, covering your mouth quickly as you glanced at his relaxed figure. Signing of relief, you continued working your tight cunt to mold to his size.

He was still soft as he was asleep and unaware of what you were doing, though you were practically dreading the moment it would get hard. How stretched out you would be for him, and how easily he’d have you wrapped around his finger.

The mix of heavy rain and thunder blocked out your quiet moans as you attempted to fasten your pace. Your walls clenched around his cock as you rode him, your clit swollen from the friction.

This was unlike anything you two have done, and god did you need more of it.

You attempted to bounce on his dick, throwing your head back at the angle it pounded you from. You couldn’t resist the temptation to go faster, as it gave you immense pleasure you never felt before. You knew it would be seconds before you started creaming on his dick, your mind racing with thoughts of wanting to coat his length with your juices.

That’s when his length suddenly grew in size, stretching you out completely as his tip now pushed against your sweet spot. You winced in pain, moaning repeatedly from this newfound pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum.”

You wanted this, you needed this. All you wanted was for him to take care of this intense sexual desire, to take care of you. You continued with a heightened pace, riding his cock like a desperate dog as you begged for your arousal. You closed your eyes, head tossed back while your clit ran across his boxers repeatedly.

“Oh my god, fuck.”

Your orgasm came rushing in like a tsunami. A loud moan left you, your chest rising and falling quickly as you coated his boxers with your juices. You slowed your pace, legs shaking with every grind against his throbbing cock.

This was sex, and boy did you enjoy it.

“Baby?”

You froze, hearing his groggy voice from under you. Seonghwa’s face flushed red, feeling you soak his boxers from under. You met his gaze for a quick second, looking away in embarrassment as you covered your face with your hands.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I swear I wasn’t trying to wake you up, I was just.. I was just so fucking horny.”

Seonghwa smiled at you, moving your hands from your face and kissing them gently. He placed his hands on your waist, caressing your skin with his thumb.

“Did you enjoy yourself angel?”

You nodded embarrassingly, twiddling your thumbs as he readjusted himself from below you. The sound of the rain engulfed you two as Seonghwa tried to read your thoughts.

“And how do you feel?” You looked at him for a second, his small smile giving you a bit of comfort.

“Needy, huh?” He watched as you nodded in defeat, not wanting to disturb him any further.

Seonghwa chuckled to himself, signaling for you to get off of him. You sat next to him, watching as he sat up from the bed and pulled you to lay down.

“Why don’t we do this the proper way?” He got on top of you, his body hovering over yours. “Would you like that baby?”

You nodded, remaining silent as your face was as red as a tomato. Seonghwa smiled at you, pulling your legs up around his back. He leaned forward, kissing your neck sensually while holding his cock in his hand. He jerked it softly, his breath pushing against your skin.

“Let me know if I hurt you, ok?”

He pushed himself into your cunt, a loud groan escaping his mouth. You were still soaked, making it easier for him to slide in you. You winced in a bit of pain, signaling for him to continue. You wrapped your arms around his neck, whimpering with every slow thrust he gave you as his lips played with your neck.

“So good.” you mumbled.

Seonghwa panted against your neck, feeling his heart race at how you felt around his cock. He could. felt contain himself, wanting to fuck you so hard that you could barely walk the next day.

“Fuck pretty, you’re so tight.” He sat up, his pace slowly quickening as his angry head hit your sweet spot. “I’m trying not to hurt you.”

He threw his head back, his hand sliding up to grab your breast. His thumb grazed your nipple softly, earning a whimper from you. He squeezed your breast gently trying to be as sweet to you as possible.

His hand fell to your clit, rubbing it with his thumb as he fucked you. He watched as you squirmed under him, a smug appearing on his face as he began to let go of his own control.

“You’re so beautiful baby.” he leaned over to fuck you harder. “You’re taking me so well.”

His cock was angled upwards, slamming into your cunt as you pleaded for him to slow down, but he couldn’t. Seonghwa was too far gone at this point, wanting anything but to stop. His mind was blurry, foggy as his thrusts grew stronger. Your whimpers turned into gibberish, countless amounts of breathy moans escaping you.

“Gonna cum, fuck, so bad.”

He sucked in your neck harshly, panting like a dog anytime he could catch his breath. He placed his hands under your thighs, pulling your legs off of his waist and pulling them to your head, pounding his cock into you.

“You got it baby,” he groaned into your ear, feeling your pussy squeezing around his head.

“Take it like a good girl for me.”

It wasn’t long before Seonghwa let himself go, filling your aching cunt with his hot liquid. It mixed with your own arousal as he pulled you in for a deep kiss, slowing his thrusts. Your legs shook uncontrollably as he held them, keeping the close distance that he had with you as he continued to kiss you sensually.

He let your legs go, slowly pulling out of you and kissing your clit softly. He admired your swollen cunt, watching as his cum dripped out of you. He quickly came to his senses, reminding himself of how rough he was with you.

“Did I hurt you angel?” Seonghwa caressed your thigh softly, a small look of worry painted across his face. You shook your head no, giggling to yourself as he tried not to freak out. He sighed of relief, laying back down next to you and holding you close to his body.

“Good, all I want is for you to feel okay.”

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Jason Todd x gn mean!reader

I love you mean!reader take jason by the balls like he deserves

(Short, fluff, established relationship)

Swearing, no use of y/n

———

“Shit.” The knife slips off the onion yet again and Jason feels like driving it into the countertop. Instead, he takes another go at the onion and almost nicks his finger.

He throws the knife onto the cutting board with a clatter. This is so fucking stupid. Jason is exhausted and starving and at his wit’s end. All he wants is to make himself some pasta, why can’t he cut this goddamn onion?

It isn’t helping that he came home pissed to begin with. The night was a complete waste of his time. He’s spent weeks sniffing around for one of Bane’s weapons shipments and finally tracked it down to a warehouse on the south side. Jason had got himself all gussied up to go in guns blazing, but he kicked in the door of an empty warehouse. They had already cleared the fuck out, they were one step ahead of him. It was so goddamn embarrassing, all he could do was shuffle home in the rain and try not to picture how Bane was probably laughing at him.

And now even this onion is getting the best of him. Can’t Jason have anything?

He perks up as he hears the clank of your key in the lock. You’re home, thank god. He abandons the onion and goes to meet you at the door.

“Hey, babe.” Your cheeks are pink from the cold. Jason ignores your words and pulls you into his arms, jamming his face into your neck. Your hand comes up to card through his hair. “Huh. Rough night?”

He grunts, and you huff out a laugh. “Aw, poor baby.”

“It was so fucking stupid,” he mutters. “How was your work dinner?”

“Fine. Nothing to report. Drinks went on forever.” You slide your fingers under his shirt and pinch at his waist. “You eat yet?”

“Hm.” He bites lightly at your neck. You tug sharply at his hair. “C’mon, Jay, you have to eat.” You gently shove him aside so you can slip out of your coat and slip off your shoes.

“‘M trying to,” he sulks.

You raise your eyebrows. “Well, what does that mean?”

He sighs, gesturing toward the kitchen, and you go investigate. “Couldn’t cut the fucking onion,” he grumbles. It’s so annoying; normally he’s not a complete idiot in the kitchen, but tonight his skills are failing him.

“Ah,” you say as you approach the cutting board. “Well, unfortunately, you’ve done it wrong.” You take his place at the countertop. Grabbing the knife, you hold it to the onion but then stop, turning to squint at him. “You want me to do it?”

Jason looks at you blankly. You nod. “You want me to show you how to do it or just do it?”

He smiles ruefully. “Good.” You start slicing. “Didn’t want to teach you anything, anyway.”

Jason sighs contentedly, putting his arms around your waist and leaning into your back. Your work steadily for a few minutes, before nudging him with your shoulder. “What were you going to put in the sauce?”

“Garlic,” Jason shrugs. “Onion.”

“Hm. It would be better with cherry tomatoes. And white wine.”

“Mm.”

“Go get the tomatoes. And the wine from the fridge,” you order. Jason blows meaningfully at your neck. “Please,” you add.

Jason knocks his head lightly against yours, then goes to get the requested ingredients. Soon, you’re frying up the onions, garlic, and tomatoes, pouring in some white wine, and setting some water to boil. Jason half-heartedly offers to help, but you take one look at him and wave him off. Fifteen minutes later you’re handing him a fork and sliding a bowl of pasta his way.

He digs in hastily. “Thanks, babe.”

You smile in satisfaction, stealing his fork to take a bite. “Hm. Pretty good.”

Jason wolfs it down before getting up for seconds. He grins at you, and you smile softly back. “Fuckin’ delicious.”

“Damn right. I’m gonna shower.” You move toward the bedroom, pulling your shirt over head. Jason gets momentarily distracted by your bare skin.

“Tsk.” He glances at your face, you’re smirking at him. “Eyes up here, big guy.”

“Can’t blame me for lookin’, sweetheart.” Jason smiles cockily at you, and you roll your eyes.

“Finish your dinner.” You turn back to the bathroom.

He picks up his fork. “I’m cleaning up,” he offers.

“You bet you are.” Jason grins cheekily, and you disappear into the bathroom.

———

He needs to be bullied.

[ambiguouslady42]

Pairing: Latina! Fem Reader x Nanami Kento (they're in their 20's)

WC: 3.3K

CW: Fluff. It's a meet-cute after all.

Summary: You travel to Japan after finishing school. You're homesick and journey to find tacos, as they're your reminder of home. You get lost, and the dashing Nanami Kento is there to help you. Soon, your worlds collide and it becomes a memorable meet-cute.

Note: I made an honest effort with the accents and the Spanish language. If you see an error, no you didn't. <3

Dividers from @/saradika-graphics

You recently graduated from university. From the minute you walked that stage, you wanted to live on your terms; you chose to study the degree of choice, despite the protests from your family. “Que vas hacer con tu vida?” or “Hace lo que te de la gana” were the common phrases you heard within days of having your diploma in hand. It would sting your heart, but at the same time, you’re in your 20’s. The best days of your life are ahead of you.

While you were in school, you took a number of odd jobs to have money for food, coffee, or textbooks. Whatever money you had leftover, you would put it in the “Japan Savings” jar. Unfortunately for you, you took a little longer to finish your degree than most of your peers, but the silver lining is that you had two extra years to save for your trip. Your mom told you that you’re out of your mind when you told her that you’re going to Japan. “Y con permiso de quien?” You gave her a look that you swore screamed “redrum”, but she knew that she couldn’t hold you back from doing what you wanted. “Bueno, ve a ver a tu Naruto o lo que quieras. Yo no te voy a impedir.”

Just like that, you were on a plane to Japan. You couldn’t sleep during the long flight. Your best friend who had gone the year prior told you where to start your trip. They warned you in advance that Tokyo might be overwhelming for your anxious heart, so they told you to land in Tokyo, but make your way towards Osaka or Kyoto. You had no idea what to expect from this trip. There was an excitement for new experiences, an understanding of a different culture outside of yours, and most of all, just have that adventure you worked so hard for. 

You spent time in Osaka for a few days, absorbing the sights like a sponge. You read that Osaka was more down to Earth and it was also known for its food. You tried okonomiyaki and takoyaki at Shinsekei. The sights felt nostalgic to you from reading the history of the place, but above all, you’re pleased with the texture and flavours. You embrace how food connects you to the culture and it made you want to attempt to talk to people. You carried cards in your bag that had phrases that would be helpful like “where is the nearest washroom?”, “which direction towards the train station?”, and “i’m allergic to shellfish.” You spoke to locals with the very little Japanese you knew, but there was still a certain disconnect that you felt. You wonder if what you’re feeling is loneliness, as you have no one to share this adventure with. However, you march on as you still have a whole journey ahead of you. 

After 4 days in Osaka, you move towards Kyoto to visit the temples. You’re not typically a praying person, but you felt it appropriate to pray towards something. There was a calm in the air whenever you took a step. Yet, that lingering emotion you felt in Osaka followed you here. You didn’t know if you should pray to meet someone or really pray to find a job immediately when you get back home. It wouldn’t hurt to meet someone, but at the same time you didn’t travel thousands of miles to find love. You just didn’t anticipate to feel lonely throughout this trip. 

At the rate you progressed, a week had gone by. You ate various noodle dishes, sushi, and the onigiri from the convenience store; you felt homesick. You long to taste something familiar to home, but you have no idea if you’ll find it here. Your travels through two cities felt easy compared to your time in Tokyo. However, the idea that you must have something familiar to home grew like a weed in a garden.  

Using your phone, you made the choice to search for tacos. You felt silly, but you knew this is what would comfort you and make you feel better. Searching and scouring the internet for 2 hours, you decided on place. After resting comfortably in your lodge, you went out that evening looking for home. The only problem, you’re not good with directions sometimes.

You made your way to Shinjuku, but you were walking in circles. What you didn’t notice as you walked around was that you had caught the attention of a blonde. You weren’t aware of him because your stomach grumbled as you kept running in circles to find this location. After maybe the third time walking to the samep place, the blonde couldn’t ignore you any longer. You clumsily bumped into someone as you weren’t looking up. When you felt the thud against your chest, you apologize and bow your head, when you look up. 

He knows right away that you’re a foreigner, so he asks you, “are you alright?” 

“Y..yeah…i’m sorry about that. I should’ve been paying attention.” you shyly say. You start your circular journey again when he interjects, “Do you need help getting somewhere?” 

Your face beams up as you look at him, “Yes, I do! Wait, I apologize for being so excited. You’re just…nevermind! I’m actually looking for…a taco spot.” 

His brows furrow, looking at you as if you’re telling him a lie. “That’s not possible to find that here.” 

You proceed to frown at him and show him your phone. “This is what i’m trying to find. Can you please help me find it, or I’ll be moving on.”

He notices a switch in your temperament and is quick to apologize. “I’m sorry about that, it wasn’t meant to sound accusatory. I just never really had…tacos.” 

“Well, if you help me find the place, it’ll be my treat.” You look at him with earnest eyes. “I’m sorry about my tone, sometimes… I can have a short fuse.” 

There is something refreshing in the way you act. It’s not everyday that he runs into someone who is immediately very bubbly, but also with a temper of a firecracker. There’s a small curve that develops on his lips. You notice it right away. 

“Is…that okay? If not, you can just point me in the right direction and…”

“It’s fine, i’ll just take you there. Besides, I guess I could eat”, he cuts you off.

You giggle and wait for him to assess in which direction you’re going to walk in. He hears you, and it tugs at his heartstrings. “Is she usually this bubby?”, he thought.

He motions to walk in a specific direction, and you follow. You observe that he’s very tall in contrast with your height. You try to keep up with his pace, but you fall behind. “Excuse me, but could you slow down, please?” He quickly notices that you’re trailing behind him. “Oh, my apologies.” 

“I know you’re probably eager to get away from me, but could you at least wait till we get our food?” 

“That’s preposterous. I wouldn’t be walking you to your location if I didn’t want to”, he retorts.

“Oh, sorry”, you suddenly tense up and remain quiet. 

“No, I just felt I had to defend myself…”, he stumbles on his words.

“Could…we start over? We never even introduced ourselves and it’s just two strangers struggling here.” You stop walking and look at him. You tell him your name and extend your hand.

He bows out of politeness and extends his hand to you. “Nanami Kento, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

His handshake is firm and you try to match yours. Due to the lack of human contact on your trip, there is a blush that develops. He is quick to notice it, but tries to not give attention to it to further avoid any mishaps between the two of you. 

“So why do you want eat tacos?” he asks.

“Long, story short, I’m really homesick. I felt if I ate the food i’m familiar with, it would make me feel less of that. I know i’m going home soon…but.” 

“Oh? How long have you been here?”

“Well last week I was in Osaka, then moved towards Kyoto. I’m finishing the trip in Tokyo to make it easier on myself to go home.” 

He takes a moment to process what you just told him. People come and go all the time to Japan, but it’s not often that he gets to interact with a tourist. At this moment, he is enjoying your company. He just had a long day at work. He can tell by the way you open up to him that you’re not afraid to tell him about yourself. He’s hopeful that he can continue to keep talking to you. 

“I see. What do you plan on doing during the last leg of your trip?” he questions.

“Well, I know there’s Tokyo Tower, which reminds me of this anime I grew up watching, and…maybe walk around Shibuya. I didn’t really plan this last part out well, if I’m honest.”

“Oh, which anime?” 

“Promise not to laugh at me?” you ask with a giggle.

He chuckles. “I promise.” 

You mumble, “Sailor Moon.”

“I’m sorry, what was that?” he asks.

“Sailor Moon. There, I said it.” Your face feels hot suddenly, as he looks at you. You can feel his gaze on you as you try to look away. 

“Ah, I see. I didn’t watch that growing up.” he says flatly.

“It’s not for everyone” you shrug. 

There is a silence that now looms between the two of you. Suddenly, you smell something familiar. You smell grilled meats and onions. There is no doubt in your mind that you’re close. 

“We are close!” you state.

“How could you know?” he asks you.

“I recognize this smell. It reminds me of a place near my block at home. It really does feel like home a little,” you express with joy. You’re smiling now and he can’t really ignore it. He wonders what he could say or ask that will make you smile like that again.

You reach the location. When you enter, your eyes light up. You notice that the menu is in a language that you recognize: Spanish. Interestingly, the menu has it in both Spanish and Japanese. You feel your heart light up as you feel a small pocket of home here in Japan. Nanami does take notice of how your face changed. You quickly go up to the counter and he soon follows.

“You can get whatever you want, like I said, it’s my treat.” You beam up at him.

He just looks at you, unsure of what to get. You boldly take his hand and guide him what to get. Your heart starts to race, but you try remain confident. “Well, you could get the asada, it’s a good safe choice, but suadero is really good! OOH! You could get carnitas.” He sees stars in your eyes, but it doesn’t answer his question on what he should get. You attempt to let go of his hand, but his grip tightens as you attempt to let go.

“Oh…I wasn’t sure you’d like that.” 

“It…doesn’t bother me.” he expresses.

The person at the counter starts to speak in Japanese, assuming that Nanami was going to place the order, but then you interject in Spanish. 

“Buenas noches, podría ordenar…” 

Suddenly, the man at the grill looks over and starts talking “Hablas Español?”

“ !Si! Bueno, no a lo máximo, pero lo que yo pueda!” 

“¿De dónde eres?”

You tell him shortly where you’re from, and he' s all smiles at this point. “¡Qué bueno! ¿Qué te gusta hoy?” 

“Me comería todo aquí. Voy a ordenar cinco tacos. 1 de asada, 1 de suadero, y 3 de carnitas.” You turn around and Nanami just looks lost. He continues to notice how you beam and smile. The man switches to Japanese, and you see a look of relief on Nanami’s face. They seem to be having a conversation, and you have no idea what they’re really saying. The mood changes when Nanami begins to laugh. It’s a deep laugh, and then you notice they’re looking at you. You turn to look at Nanami with a slight frown, and he just smiles at you. “I’m not laughing at you, but we are talking about how I ended up here and met you.” 

“Oh.” There’s that warmth on your face again. It’s kind of difficult to hide now in the well-lit room. Nanami completes his order, and just as you’re taking out your wallet, his arm extends out in front of you.

“Hey! I said I was going to get it!”

“Nonsense, it’s not very polite for a lady to pay.” 

You shrug and start to walk towards the grill. There’s a comfort in watching someone prepare your food, as it’s familiar to something you know. 

“¿Dónde aprendiste a hablar Español?

“En un pueblo en México. De ahí es donde aprendí cómo preparar tacos y decidí abrir mi propia taqueria.” 

“¡Qué bueno! Me da felicidad verte. Nunca creí que iba a encontrar un lugar así.” 

He goes on to explain that there are a lot of tourists that come from various places, but a lot of them have that same sentiment that you do when they want to have something familiar or that reminds them of home. You feel comfort in knowing that you’re not alone. He hands your food over and you start to walk towards a table. Nanami follows after you. You decide to sit outside on a bench. 

At this point, Nanami watches how you prepare your tacos. You like to pinch the lime all over them and proceed to add your salsa generously. 

“You can just sprinkle the lime and then you can just add the salsa to your heart’s content.” 

You take a big bite before you realize that there’s a man sitting in front of you. 

“Oh shit! I mean, crap. Sorry, I didn’t mean to let you see that side of me.” You quickly grab a napkin to wipe your face. 

He chuckles again, “It’s okay, you really must be hungry.” 

“Is it that obvious?”

“Well, yes. It makes sense. Without me, you’d be lost.” 

“Hey! And without me, you wouldn’t have known about this place. Remember, you didn’t even think it could exist.” 

“That 's true.”

You proceed to eat in silence, but this time, you try to be mindful of the fact that you cannot inhale your food. You feel self-conscious that a man is looking at you. Your bites get smaller to show him that you can be a lady. 

He observe a change in your behaviour, so he decides to be bold and eat his taco in one bite. You suddenly start to laugh.

“Why did you do that?” you question him.

“I’ll be honest, I'm just as hungry too. Besides, eating with your hands is never meant to be neat.” He eats another in a single bite.

“I never expected you to be able to eat in one bite.” 

“I just don’t do it often,” he states.

There is an air of silence as you eat. You fret that your night with him is coming to an end. You assume that you’ll likely part ways after your meal. 

“What are you going to do after this?” he asks. 

You look at the time. It’s 9 pm. “I’m not sure, probably head back to the hotel I'm staying at.” 

“If you don’t mind, I'd like to walk you there.” 

He also feels a sense of wanting to keep trying to talk to you. He is often very methodical in what he has to say, but you bring out something in him that makes it difficult to think about everything he has to say.  Although, right now, he is enjoying being playful with you. 

“Do you feel less homesick right now?” he quizzes.

“I do, actually. Although, most importantly, I feel less lonely. This is the most I've spoken to anyone on this trip.”

“Really?” he ponders.

“I could’ve easily called my parents, but my mom can be overbearing, so the most I do is send her a quick message where I’m at, and then she leaves me alone. I’d really rather have the space to think about my next steps.” 

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I just finished school and then I used my earnings to come all the way over here.” 

“Ah, I see. So this is a reward for you?” 

“It is. I felt it was in my best interest now to come explore here, and then when I get back I could focus on finding a job.” 

“Do you know what line of work you want to get into?”

“Not really. I’ve never seen myself as a corporate person, if I had to be honest.” 

There’s a slight change in his expressions. “He’s wearing a suit, so he might be a businessman”, you think to yourself. “I’m sorry, I wasn't trying to insult your profession. I just feel very…lost right now.”

“No, no. I understand. I didn’t have much of a choice in my career track. I just went and studied business and economics, then just got a job at some corporation. To be honest, sometimes it feels grueling.” 

“I’m sorry, that sounds challenging.” You’re sympathetic , but you cannot connect with him further as you feel you’re yet to have a real job like he does.

“This is actually the first time I’m able to talk about it. I was pushed to get on this track to study this degree and get this job. I was told that I'd be happy. Sometimes I feel miserable.” 

“Well, if you could choose to do anything you want, what would it be?”

“If I really had an option, it would be to operate my own bakery.”

“I think that sounds wonderful. I know a thing or two about baking, but I'm not the greatest sometimes.” 

“You bake too?” 

“Yeah, from time to time, when I'm allowed in the kitchen.” 

Your conversation continued to the point when the shop began to close. “We should leave”, you motion towards the street.

You clear the trash and start walking towards the street. “Hey, wait for me.” he scolds you.

He walks alongside you as you stroll back to your hotel. You’re walking slower than usual as you don’t want this night to end. He matches your pace, but he knows that he can change the trajectory of your trip without hesitation.

The sights start to look familiar and you fret about your meeting with this man.

“Well, Nanami, this was really nice. Thank you for dinner earlier.”

“It’s Kento, you can just call me that instead.”

You two look at each other and stare in silence. 

“Well, good-bye then.” you start to walk inside. “Wait, actually, there’s something I wanted to ask you,” he boldly blurts out.

“Yeah?” you stare at him.

“About Tokyo Tower, if you’d like, I could take you and maybe, do a repeat of tonight.” 

He sees stars in your eyes as you smile earth to earth. “I’d love that.” You turn around and walk towards him. You tippy toe yourself to find his cheek, but you stumble, and your lips stumble to find the corner of his lips. You are mortified.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t trying to do that, I was actually going for your cheek.” Your face is in pain.

He says nothing and leans down to press the softest kiss on your lips. He often isn’t this bold, but this is something new; he doesn’t know where it will end, but he knows that right now, you do make him feel excited. 

“I’ll meet you here at 6 pm.” he says cooly. “Don’t be late.” 

“I won’t.” 

Suddenly, you don’t want this trip to end.

[zuzu-tries-to-write]

Falling for the Act

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Fake Dating, Slow Burn, Romance

(Guys I just started writing this fake dating enemies to lovers trope and I honestly think it’s pretty nice)

Part 1: The Deal

“I’d rather die than date you.”

Bakugo’s voice was sharp, his vermillion eyes burning into yours with pure irritation. You crossed your arms, mirroring his glare.

“Yeah? Well, same here, Dynamite,” you shot back. “But unless you have a better idea, this is our only option.”

It had started out as a simple problem. You were sick and tired of your nosy classmates always prying into your love life—or, rather, your lack of one. Somehow, a rumor had started that you had a massive crush on Todoroki, which was completely false, but no one seemed to believe you. Mina, Uraraka, and even Kaminari wouldn’t shut up about how “cute” you two would be together. And then, just when you thought things couldn’t get worse, Endeavor himself had invited you to dinner, clearly taking an interest in the alleged relationship.

You needed an out. A distraction. A reason for everyone to drop this ridiculous idea.

And unfortunately, the only person you could think of who would definitely kill any rumors of you liking Todoroki was Bakugo.

You weren’t friends. Hell, you could barely stand each other. But that was exactly why this would work. No one in their right mind would believe you had feelings for the most insufferable, hot-headed, loud-mouthed person in Class 1-A. And if you were dating him, no one would push the Todoroki agenda anymore.

“Let me get this straight,” Bakugo said, rubbing his temples as if this entire conversation was giving him a migraine. “You want me to pretend to be your boyfriend just so these extras shut the hell up?”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Yes, exactly. And in return, I’ll do whatever you want.”

That got his attention. Bakugo leaned back against the desk, arms crossed, considering your words. “Anything?”

“Within reason,” you clarified, narrowing your eyes. “I’m not committing murder for you, psycho.”

“Tch.” He scoffed, but the corners of his lips twitched, almost like he was amused.

For a moment, silence stretched between you. You could almost hear the gears turning in his head.

Finally, Bakugo exhaled sharply through his nose, looking more annoyed than anything. “Fine. But I’m not half-assing this, got it? If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right. That means dates, PDA, the whole damn thing.”

You swallowed. The thought of having to actually act like you were in love with Bakugo made your skin heat up. This was supposed to be easy—fake some smiles, hold hands in front of people, and call it a day. But the way he was looking at you now, all serious and intense, made you realize that you may have just gotten yourself into something way more complicated.

“Yeah,” you muttered. “Got it.”

Little did you know, this was the beginning of something neither of you could control.

To be continued…

[xxbadkidzxx]

Please Stop Casting Ice Floor on the Sidewalks

I know it’s winter, so the weather is extra-conducive to ice spells, and it’s really funny to watch people fall (believe me, the amount of time I spend watching baby-falling-over compilations is disgraceful), but creating an ice floor in a public space is dangerous! I was on my way to work this morning at the Feeglehawlk Wizarding School library and there was a full 6-meter circle of ice covering the sidewalk.

Unfortunately, I was a little distracted by the snow fairies passing by so it caught me off guard, and I almost snapped my staff in half trying not to totally wipe out. I couldn’t have gone around it though even if I saw the ice in advance because the roads were busy. Plus I think some of the ice floor extended into the road, posing a hazard for my fellow commuters. 

Just please try not to cast your ice spells where you know other people are going to need to pass through. Or if you’re going cast Ice Floor to prank your friends, at least make sure to thaw it before you’re too far out of range! Not all of us have protective talismans (or strong bones) and will get hurt from a fall. 

(and before anyone asks yes, I am sure it was arcanely-created ice. Naturally occurring ice does not Look Like That. Also on natural ice you can at least stand and have a little bit of control over shuffling across, arcane ice has like zero friction that’s why Ice Floor is such an effective defensive maneuver) 

[master-of-junk]

I Heard You!

Soulmate AU!

Konig x Reader! (Not proof read yet)

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You sighed out sitting up from your bed. Today like any other.

Boring, Dull, and worst of all Quiet…

People were unfortunately borne without hearing, but it didn’t stay that way. When you met your soulmate the sound would apparently come.

At least that’s what your parents and friends tell you but you’ve never heard a peep.

You don’t even know what your own voice sounds like.

You yawned getting up and going about your usual morning routine in silence. Of course, all your friends knew what that the birds sang beautifully and they could all talk and laugh with one another. They had all found their soulmates.

You sighed looking at your phone screen, texts building up and going unanswered as you spiraled into a downward depression starting to believe that you’d never heard any music, the laughter of your partner, or even your own voice.

You turned your phone off and pocketed it as you walked out into the city. The morning was wet with a soft rain that cause people to scurry. You tried to cheer yourself- at least you could smell the rain, right? Feeling it rhythmically patter against your shoulders as you haven’t even bothered to have an umbrella.

This was how you made it through the day, bargaining with yourself to just go on one more day…

You entered the facility where you worked like normal, seating at your desk and just went through the motions…

That is until- people came in with guns. At first you didn’t notice, the screams and yelling falling on your deaf ears. It wasn’t until one of the men approached you that you happen to look up and nearly flew out of your skin seeing him wave and point a gun at you! You tried pointing to your ears to signal you couldn’t hear but due to the nature of situations, he didn’t appear to really listen as he grabbed you and yanked you along with him. It wasn’t until you came to a door that you understood why he took you.

The facility you worked had some very sensitive information and you had a key card to access it.

You hesitated though, sure- you just worked here but you did have a duty to not comply with this terrorist. It was like a switch went off in your mind, what else did you have to live for? You could at least make it count!

With more enthusiasm than you’ve ever had or felt, you began to wiggle around your feet beginning to hit the ground like a dog that didn’t want to be lead. The man sent you a glare as his grip tightened. You could tell he was yelling at you but you persisted until he threw you back against the wall and pointed his rifle at you!

You held the back of your head in pain as the man approached you, his finger moving to the trigger making you look up at him. You clutched the key card tightly against your chest determined to not let him have it while you were alive.

However you jumped when a large form came crashing into your vision! The terrorist no longer standing in front of you. Your eyes widen as a rush of sound suddenly hit you!

Alarms- popping- footsteps- you could suddenly hear it all…

‘What the-‘

You suddenly looked down at yourself surprised!

‘Is this what I sound like?’

You the sudden voice in your head sent you spinning…

It wasn’t until a gloved hand reached out to you that you looked up. The large man in front of you wore a mask obscuring his face but he was the largest man you had ever scene! He was crouched down, as if trying to seem smaller to you, his eyes were calm.

You looked like a bewildered animal to Konig.

However you kept staring at him, still taken aback by all the sounds that suddenly filled your senses. You slowly took his hand and the man helped you up.

Both of you staring at one another. Konig was so focused on the mission and then saving you that he didn’t even register that he could finally hear. A sudden metallic sound ringed out causing both of you to look down- a bullet casing falling to the tiled floor ringing out as it settled.

It was insignificant, sure, but it confirmed that both of you could hear. Konig stared at it- confused at first… he had gotten used to operating without sound and sometimes even appreciated it.

His thoughts were cut off when you leaned down slowly and picked up the casing, only to drop it again. Hearing the clinking again as it hit the floor.

That’s when it hit Konig-

His blue eyes flew to you, you looked up at him with wide eyes still…

You opened your mouth but shut it again holding your throat, looking away. Konig, under his mask swallowed thickly, he understood you in an instant. However you two were interrupted by footsteps. Konig looked up seeing price, price signing to him that the medics were here and asking if everything was alright.

Konig nodded quickly, as medics came through and came up to you. He felt sorry, you looked overwhelmed. He had to get back to work though- there were still threats to take care of.

However he needed time to process this. He walked off with price knowing you were safe with the medics. Price nudged him giving him a funny look, that’s when Konig looked up hesitating for a moment “I can hear now…” price suddenly looked surprised at him. Price nearly hollered “What?!” As they went about clearing the rest of the building he managed to tell price the events. Price looked giddy though, hugging an arm around him “You found em! You finally found em!” Shaking him happily.

However Konig was nearly having a melt down- he had come to terms with the fact that he would never find love. Now he had to change everything-

He and the team left the building. Medics and journalists buzzing around outside at the events had had occurred. Konig searched the crowd and saw you sitting in one ambulance getting looked over by a medic, nodding along to what they were saying, a blanket wrapped around you. He felt his heart suddenly clench remembering the scene he found you in.

You were going to die, he recognized that look in your eye when he found you on the floor staring a gun barrel down. The thought of you not making it made him too uncomfortable.

Without telling anyone he parted from the group making a b-line towards you. Soap calling “Konig- where are you-“ price grabbed him hissing “Oi! Shut the fuck up- man has someone to talk to…” price watched grinning causing the rest of the team to turn with curious eyes as ghost echoed “To talk to?”

The medic finished with a smile “Just a few bumps and bruises, you should be alright ma’am.” You nodded a bit quietly at her. You were still pretty shell shocked from nearly dying to meeting your soulmate… you looked up heading a quiet “Hallo…” your eyes landed on the large man from before…

You took a moment to respond before taking a small breath “H-Hi…” you spoke for the first time. Konig couldn’t help at how his heart quickened hearing your voice and your gaze… Konig crouched a bit knowing his size was intimidating as he came closer “Are you okay?”

You nodded a bit towards him, your face becoming flush “Y-Yes, I am…” your voice coming out softly like music to konig’s ears. Konig being the awkward man he was just merely nodded and looked down…

What was he suppose to say?

‘Hi! I’m your soulmate!’

Your thoughts raced the same. Having never been with a man and rarely interacting with them as it…

From a distance soap groaned “He’s blowin it! He outta kiss er!” Ghost hissed “No- They’re cut from the same cloth.” Price nodded “Uh-huh.” It wasn’t until your eyes shifted to the group of men that they all perked up and swiveled on their feet in an attempt to not get caught watching and failed miserably.

You giggled a bit catching konig’s attention making him look back at his teammates who were obviously too invested in his love life. You hummed a bit “Thank you- for saving me.” Konig shook his head “Thank you for stalling them. You minimizes the damage, Liebe.” You nodded smiling bashfully while looking downwards. You looked back up at Konig asking shyly “Should we exchange numbers? If you are who I think you are?” Konig looked up at you, your small smile making him nod instantly with a new firmness and confidence “I am.” Before pulling out his phone and trading with yours. The both of you smiling like idiots.

[gay-dorito-dust]

I read about Johnny with shy!reader (it’s so adorable) and it gave me an idea. Idk to write down HOW they met but Johnny has a huge crush on her pre-relationship and he keeps asking shy!reader out on a date but shy!reader keeps rejecting him. Until she finally accepts going on a date with him. Johnny family are curious why Johnny is acting strange in a good way. Shy!Reader superhero friends are being protective of her. Please feel free to pick any superhero friends of shy!reader

I couldn’t think of anyone other than like Remy (gambit) so he’s here bc I wanted him to be. This was too long.

‘Come on, just one date!’ Johnny exclaims as he looks at you with his brown eyes, the very eyes they made you suddenly unable to maintain eye contact as your gaze suddenly found your hands more interesting.

‘I don’t think so Johnny, it’s not right.’ You try telling him, wanting nothing more than to be his next conquest to be bragged about inappropriately behind your back for points with other disgusting men. You had to admit that Johnny was attractive but his cocky, arrogant personality kind of spoilt any possibility of ever wanting to date him in the first place, that and your friend Remy Lebeau didn’t necessarily take kindly to him nor his careless view on relationships.

‘You deserve someone who’s going to treasure you, respect you and believe in you, not whatever that Johnny boy does to his poor partners.’ He told you one day when you informed him of Johnny’s insistent need to take you out on a date. Remy didn’t like this one bit and would even keep a close eye on him whenever they were on missions together, not wanting you to be in pain when getting involved with a man as vain as the one and only Johnny Storm.

‘This reminds me of a story I’ve read somewhere about a prideful and vain man called Narcissus.’ You said.

Remy rose a brow. ‘What happened to him?’

‘He was so vain and so full of himself that after rejecting a nymph called Echo, he ended up falling in love with his own reflection and ended up dying as a result.’ You replied and Remy couldn’t help but laugh and clap a hand on your shoulder.

‘If only it could be that simple mon cherie, if only.’ Remy says through laughter and you couldn’t help but smile in response before remembering your current situation with Johnny, fiddling with your fingers out of habit. ‘If only.’ You whispered to yourself, hoping that Johnny would grow bored of you and move on.

However Johnny didn’t get bored of you and move on like you had hoped, if anything he only became persistent in asking you out, so much to the point where you were openly rejecting him at least three times a week because of it. You honestly didn’t see what was so special about you to warrant his attention, you were the complete opposite of Johnny in every possible way, you two just wouldn’t work out but for some reason Johnny was heavily insistent that you would.

Johnny frowns at your words. ‘You’ve been saying that for months.’

‘And yet that hasn’t stopped you from pestering me for a date.’ You muttered under your breath as your magic flickered in response to your conflicting emotions. Sure Johnny was handsome, that was a given, but his reputation as a playboy unfortunately proceeds him as you attempted to put distance between the two of you; you weren’t giving your heart to someone who wasn’t going to treasure it. ‘Besides I find it hard that you can’t get a date from anyone else.’ You continued and you swore you saw a flicker of hurt within his eyes after saying this.

‘But I don’t want to date anyone else,’ Johnny cried as he grabbed your hands, causing your magic to spark as his warmth enveloped them, ‘I want to date you, just tell me how I can make my dream a reality my little magician.’ He adds softly as his deep brown eyes searched your own for the answers he wanted more then anything.

‘Quit it with the playboy stuff, it drive good people and draws in the bad.’ You advised him before leaving Johnny standing there as your words echoed within his head, he was determined to get that date with you and if it meant quitting his old ways then he’ll gladly do it, for he had harboured a crush on you the moment you had saved him by using your magic the first day you met. Johnny didn’t care that you weren’t confident or loud, he loved you for who you were and didn’t want you to change in the slightest, however he thought that nothing would ever come to pass between the two of you and he had looked to get his mind off of you by hooking up with other people.

Which in retrospect wasn’t exactly going to earn him any favours in asking his crush out. It also didn’t help that your friend Remy was protective over you but he couldn’t blame the Cajun man, what he could hold against him though was all the threats the mutant had given him in how he wasn’t the man you needed in your life, given the fact that he played love like it was a toy and you weren’t a toy to be played with. Johnny didn’t like it when Remy Lebeau could read him like a book because he knew he was right, and he knew that Remy was only an older brother figure to you and nothing more but that didn’t stop him from getting jealous from how much time you spent with him regardless; another thing that he knew you weren’t at all attracted to.

So if Johnny needed to prove he could change to win your heart, then he’ll gladly change to prove that he could.

After a long gruelling month passes by before you shared a mission with Johnny and news that he had left the playboy lifestyle behind him felt like a dream, something too good to be reality as you didn’t expect him to actually listen to you. So when the mission was over you could already see Johnny making his way towards you but instead of a shit eating grin, he was smiling softly at you and you couldn’t help but find him beautiful in the moment, pretty even as his eyes never once left you at all.

‘Hey little magician, long time no see.’ He greets you and for once you didn’t feel as though you had to force the smile as you look at him.

‘You’ve changed, I didn’t think you’d actually listen to me.’ You replied, cutting to the chase as it was the only thing that was at the forefront of your mind, dying to be let out the moment you saw Johnny act unlike himself or at least the Johnny you were more well acquainted with. Johnny shrugged. ‘You were right, I was only drawing the wrong kind of people with how I was doing things and now I hope I can draw the person I’ve been wanting to for along while.’ He responded with a soft smile that made you feel as though he was alighting a fire within you.

‘And who would they be?’ You asked, although you were more than aware of the answer but you just wanted to hear it come from his mouth and actually believe him.

‘Preferably you and only you if you’re available on this Sunday at 7pm.’ Johnny says as he watches your reaction closely, uncaring of the unamused Remy in the background who was watching like a hawk, you were the only one that mattered and he wasn’t about to let the Cajun ruin all his hard work becuase he didn’t like him being near you. Now normally you would’ve shut him down and walked away but this time was different and you knew it in the way he looked at you, you knew it in the way that you were actually tempting the idea and that you were finding yourself answer before your brain could catch up.

‘Yeah I would love to.’ Was what left your mouth as the way Johnny’s eyes shone like beautiful jewels and Remy’s looks of disbelief was all you could remember from that day. Meanwhile Johnny was back wt the Baxter building, rushing to get himself cleaned up before frustrating himself over what he should wear for your date in hopes of winning you over even more.

Sue, Reed and Ben could only watch as Johnny was smiling like some lovesick fool, constantly looking at his phone every so often as though he was waiting for something before going back to trashing his room for the perfect outfit.

‘Is he okay? He didn’t hit his head did he?’ Ben asked.

‘Looks like Johnny got himself a date.’ Reed replies before squinting his eyes as he watched the aforementioned male once again look at his phone just as it let him know that he had gotten a text. ‘He’s never looked this genuinely happy to go on a date in a long, long time.’ He then adds.

‘Whatever it is, I hope it stays like this because it’s clear to see that he obviously likes whoever this mysterious person is.’ Sue shrugs as she watched her brother knowingly, she knew about you from how often Johnny came to her about the one who kept getting away, you really must’ve set him straight enough for Johnny to actually be serious and change for the better and she couldn’t help but want to meet you even more because of it.

‘I can hear you all you know.’ Johnny said as he adjusted the black tie that completed his suited attire, he looked smart and handsome, something he never did at family dinners at all but for you he’d pull out all the stops even if it meant being in a expensive suit that he’ll never wear again. ‘And they’re here so don’t be embarrassing me okay?’ He adds sarcastically as he pats Reed on the shoulder, nudges Ben and hugs Sue before rushing to meet you by the entrance, his smile never once faltering at all as it only seemed to grow bigger upon his face to the point it hurt him.

Johnny didn’t care as he was quick to usher you in, he didn’t care that Reed, Ben and Sue were just behind him watching you both because they were bound to find out about you sooner or later, especially his sister whom he went to the moment you told him to drop his playboy act for advice almost immediately. Johnny didn’t care about anything because you were standing before him looking as beautiful as ever.

‘Hey.’ He says.

‘Hi.’ You replied.

You both smiled widely at each other for a good minute or two, much to Sue’s delight, secretly happy to see her brother happy and in the presence of the person who made him that genuinely happy. ‘You going to invite your date in or stare at them a little while longer.’ Ben interiors the cute moment, causing Johnny to look at him unamused while you fiddled with your hands that sparked with magic.

‘Dude.’ Johnny said but Ben only shrugged his shoulders.

‘What Ben wanted to say,’ Reed stepped in as he offered you a welcoming smile as did Sue as she stood next to him, allowing Reed to put his hand on her waist to pull her into his side as her hand easily fell to his chest, ‘welcome to the family y/n.’

[internet1girl]

Chapter 9: Collision of Two Worlds.

Pairing: Johnny Cage x Fem!Reader

Summary: 😊

Word count: 5.0k Warnings/Notices: named!reader, johnny cage shenanigans

First Chapter / Previous Part

A/N: 😊

The past week has mostly been uneventful, but still good regardless. Liu Kang hasn’t selected you for any more missions recently, so you’ve been spending all of your time in and around Sun Do. You didn’t tell him, or anyone, but a break from all of these excursions was so nice.

All of this free time to yourself. At first, you didn’t know what to do. Lounging around and being unproductive felt… wrong, like you were wasting time (even though you literally had time to waste). You wanted to get the most out of your time here, in Outworld. So what did you end up doing? Why, spend the week training, exercising and studying in the palace’s library, of course!

Sometimes, it was like the meaning of rest was completely foreign to you.

彡彡彡

Johnny was also enjoying the week, the recent lack of work or anything important to do had given him plenty of free time. Plenty of time to himself. It was great!

He'd mostly been occupying himself with a mix of activities. Training, hanging with the boys, lounging around and, of course, screwing Kitana. Unfortunately for him, she's been busy for a lot of the past week! Princess duties or something like that. Johnny hadn't seen her nearly as much as he would've liked to. How unfair.

Whatever, though. There was more to life than having sex. He had all the time in the realms, and a large foreign city to explore. The world was his!

The fact that he kept thinking about you throughout the week was a little weird, though.

彡彡彡

All this to-ing and fro-ing, the past week had been busy for you. You didn’t even take one day of rest, you didn’t want to. Being alone with your own thoughts always turned depressing, without fail. Hiroshi this, your adolescence that, it was all too much. You’ve always been like this, occupying yourself as much as possible. For you, it felt right, like you were fulfilling your ‘purpose’ or whatever. And yet… there was one thought that kept reappearing occasionally throughout the week. You just couldn’t seem to get rid of it. It and his stupid smirk kept you up at night. He would be the only thing on your mind at the late hours, under your sheets.

Coming to terms with your romantic feelings towards Johnny was a bitter pill to swallow. The realisation that you did indeed like him, more than a friend should, made a part of you want to scream. You just… couldn’t stand it. Him? Of all people? Why? The noble, honourable, respectable woman that you are, how could you feel this way about this pompous, arrogant prat? Why? Why him? But… another part of you fully understood why. Him saving you from your close assault was the straw that broke the camel’s back, the kick that sent your view of him from platonic into something more. Johnny was amazing, unlike any man you’d ever met. Strong, kind, admittedly very funny and an excellent fighter. Even his typical irritation had a certain charm to it, it was weird. Also, probably the key factor, he was so unbelievably attractive. You just couldn’t convince yourself otherwise anymore. Johnny was one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen. He was a marble sculpture come to life, a work of art. Every time you saw him, it was like you were being tested by the Elder Gods. His voice was so smooth and sultry, it made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy whenever you heard it. He was so jaw-droppingly fine, you couldn’t help but stare at him for a little too long whenever you thought you could get away with it. He was so frustratingly funny, you had to fight hard not to give him what he wanted and laugh at his jokes. You wanted him, badly.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You woke up late today, the morning had long since commenced by the time your eyes eventually opened. Your heart sunk when you checked the time. It was the afternoon, you’d slept in! You flopped back onto your mattress with a groan, running your hands down your face. You couldn't believe how lazy you’d been. Extra training was due, punishment for being a slouch.

So that’s what you did. You spent the rest of the afternoon training, honing your kombat prowess. You’d been pouring your hours into this, pushing yourself to your limits over and over. Sometimes, you would think about taking a break, to ease the strain on your body, but you quickly discarded that idea. You didn’t need a break. You were fine. You weren’t weak, you’re strong. Strong, independent, capable. That's what you are. What you had to be.

By now, it was evening. Sun Do’s amber skies were darkening with each passing hour. It wouldn’t be long before night befell the city. You were still training in the palace dojo, going at it like there was no tomorrow. You were one of the only few people still in the training grounds, everyone else had either gone home or was out in the city. Not that the lack of people bothered you, though. You were too caught up in your own practice to care.

Your pace was fast, unforgiving and unrelenting. You were ruthlessly striking the training dummy, loud clangs echoed around the arena as the bō staff hit the faux figure in front. Today’s gym outfit, a simple green crop-top and some black pants, was dotted with patches of sweat. An excellent sign of your work.

CLANG. CLANG. CLANG.

“Hey.”

CLANG!

The sudden sound of somebody’s voice from behind made you hit the dummy a little too hard. You winced, grimacing at the piercing overstimulation before slowly turning around to see the voice’s owner.

Johnny was standing a few steps away, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at you. The corners of his mouth were curled upwards in a smirk, his eyes were roaming her figure leisurely, studying every inch of her sweat-drenched body behind his Ray-Bans.

“Wow, you really are putting in the work today, huh?” He teased in a low tone.

Ah. Your tension was eased when you were met with the sight of Johnny. It was just your crush him, there was no need to be so on edge.

But that was the problem. It was him. Your face dropped. He was wearing a red compression shirt that hugged his broad form nicely. His muscles were practically on display with how his shirt’s thin fabric was clinging to them. On his lower half, he wore some black sweatpants and laced-up boots. Gods have mercy.

“See something you like?” He teased with a smirk. 

“…Hello, Johnny.” You eventually spoke up after a few seconds. A forced smile wore you, one that hopefully wasn’t picked up on.

He didn't say anything in response, opting to stand there with his arms crossed and a large smile on his face, like some sort of marble statue.

He was so attractive, why was he this attractive? The mere sight of him made your heart skip a treacherous little beat. A the desire to smack yourself for being so affected by him, by him of all men, was there. As if that would fix anything.

You wanted to ask why he was here, but the way he was dressed made it obvious. Stupid question, it would be like asking somebody who's sleeping if they're asleep. Why did he have to choose today to squeeze in a late gym session?

You gave him another quick, faux smile before turning back around to resume your training. You didn’t notice him continuing to grin at you, his focus lingering for longer than was appropriate, right on your-

With that, he decided to stop staring and walk away. He actually was here to work out, this was the only time he could squeeze in some exercise today. Finding a bench, he got right to it with some bicep curls, casually stealing at you across the arena every now and then. He couldn't take his eyes off of the way you so flawlessly moved, the blood in his veins making a beeline for his cock at the attractive blur of limbs.

You, unaware of this, returned to working the training dummy, trying hard to eject any thoughts of you-know-who out of your mind. You frowned when you realised your form was faltering. A missed strike here, a slip-up there… it was all so increasingly annoying. It was all Johnny’s fault, somehow. The knowledge of his presence was making you all clumsy and awkward. It was like your body was trying and failing to impress him, or something dumb like that. Ugh!

You looked over at the canvas of your projected frustration. He was currently in the middle of a little break, his thick arms were over his head as he stretched out his aching muscles. The deep sigh that you heard him breathe out was hot, it did something to your panties that you could feel. His shirt rode up a little, a strip of tanned skin peeking out from the gap between hems. You couldn’t stop your eyes from wandering all over, drinking in the delicious view with unabashed interest. Thank Argus he wasn’t aware of what you were doing, so you thought. He’s just so effortlessly-

Nooo no NO! You shook your head, forcefully expelling the lustful thoughts of this man out of your brain. For the Gods sake, you needed to focus! You were here to train, and that was that!

Your exercise comes FIRST!

彡彡彡

You were still at it half an hour later. You put in the extra work, hitting your humanoid target harder and faster than was really necessary. All of this was in an effort to focus on something else besides Johnny across from you. The sounds of your bō smacking the dummy echoed all around, a constant reminder of who owned the training grounds.

That would be good and all, if you weren’t pushing yourself to near-exhaustion. Your arms were aching, screaming at you to stop. You ignored their cries until you just couldn’t anymore. A few swings too many and you were keeled over, hands on your knees as you desperately tried to catch back your breath. Your body was in control, forcing you to listen to its calls for rest. Sweat droplets were dripping down onto the floor below as you gulped down lungfuls of air like you had just completed a marathon.

You regained enough of your bearings to fully stand back up a minute later. After stretching a little, the feeling of thirst started to seep in. You desired water, an icy cup of liquid to quench your thirst and cool you down.

Strutting over to the water station, you picked out a spare cup and placed it under the dispenser, a hand on your hip as you leaned back. You started to grow impatient, the tip of your boot furiously tapping on the ground as you stared the tank down. This damn thing was so slow for some reason, it was taking forever for your cup to fill.

With a groan, you turned away from the water station, only to be met with the sight of Johnny walking over to you. Yay(!)

He sauntered towards you, his face was straight with some sort of smug confidence, something that had your breath catch in your throat. Your face started to irritatingly feel warmer as he came into view. Just like you, he was also slicked with sweat. His compression shirt now clung to his body even more, his abs were practically bulging out with the way the material was sticking to them. Moving upwards, his hair was messy and undone. Damp with moisture, brown locks were stuck to his forehead, framing his face in a way that made your thighs subtly clench together. There were those butterflies again.

“Looking a little worn out there, Jade.” He flashed a smile, stopping just in front of you.

You mirrored the expression, though it was a little too forced to come off as authentic. As was the laugh you gave him before turning back around. You were really hoping that your leaping stomach would start to calm down, a wish that was thrown out of the window when you could feel him start to lean over you. 

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” He stopped behind you, back pressed against your chest, his voice a whisper by your ear.

"Have you come over here just to pester me?" You didn't look at him as you spoke, bending down to pick up your glass of water. To say that you really didn’t appreciate this was a vast understatement.

Johnny smirked at that. “Pestering you? Me? Pfft, never.” He was silent for a bit, taking a moment to shamelessly stare at your ass before responding. "Want some water."

You didn't say anything back, taking a sip of your water as you moved to the side, granting him passage, something he thanked you for. 

Silence hung in the air for a minute or so. Johnny gulped down his drink of water eagerly, refilling the cup when the last of its contents were poured down his throat, his 1st not quenched. All the while, you were doing the same, drinking at a calmer pace, sneaking a glance at the Greek God posing beside you every now and then. You looked around. By this point, you and him were two of the few people still in the training grounds. The minuscule amount of people still here were either cleaners or too focused on their own respective training to pay attention to.

An idea came to mind. It was so spontaneous, you almost didn’t want to say it. It probably wouldn’t turn out well, not with how you were feeling at the moment. Your teeth were gritting slightly, your thighs rubbing together at the vision playing out in your mind. In your mind, and not in real-

“…Would you like to spar with me, Johnny?”

“Would I?!” He slammed his cup down, turning to you with a wide, enthusiastic smile on his face. As if he would ever pass up this golden opportunity! “You bet I would, princess!” He pointed at you, eyes narrowing. “You’re on.”

You came to regret what had just been said, effective immediately. You couldn’t help it, you were acting on impulse. The way you blurted it all out sent a tingle throughout your being, it almost came across as eagerness. You felt a little embarrassed, a little ashamed, and now that he’s said yes you couldn’t back out. That would be rude.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you walked over to the mats in the middle of the training ground. You took a few minutes to stretch out your weary muscles and also mentally prepare yourself. All the while, your not-so-secret admirer was watching your warm-up intently. The way your sweat-slicked skin glistened in the evening light was tantalizing, Johnny’s pants tightened at the personal dance before him. He had to fight the urge to approach you and lick the perspiration off of your body, like you were a pair of mating wildcats. No matter how many times he looked, it didn’t seem to be enough for him. Would it ever be?

He downed the rest of his water and threw the cup in a nearby trash bin, strolling over to you with a pep in his step. The closer he got, the more impatient he became. He wanted this match, and what he was hoping it would lead to, to begin already.

Now, you both were circling each other, walking around the mat with their focus glued onto the fighter across the mat. The anticipation was gnawing at the two of you, for very different yet very similar reasons. You both wore matching looks of determination, as if each of you were silently testing the other to have a go.

“Checking me out, princess?” He quipped, smirking deviously.

You shook your head. “No. Assessing my opponent.”

Well, technically, you weren’t lying? Your eyes roamed all over Johnny’s form, focusing on… some areas of his body more than others. You weren’t checking him out, though. Ew. No. Gross. Never!

“Sure, sure. Whatever you say.” He stopped walking and took his stance, facing you head-on. “Ready to get your ass kicked?”

Oh you HATED this. You wanted to attack him, to beat and punish Johnny for having this effect over you. Him, his captivatingly handsome face and his perfect body were all infuriating. He made you so mad!

You were the one to initiate the first round. You flew forward with a shadow kick, a yell thrown into the air as green magic came to surround you. This caught Johnny off guard, he was just barely able to block your foot with his hands, grabbing onto your ankle. He stumbled back a bit, gritting his teeth.

“Damn, princess. Eager to get your hands on me, aren’t you?” He laughed as he pushed you away, regaining his balance. He lunged forward, flipping the tides, aiming for a strike at your side.

A sparring match ensued.

The two of you spun around the centre of the training grounds, solely focused on one another and their respective actions. Your movements were a blur as you both jabbed at and struck each other. Johnny was larger and stronger than you, but you were faster and more precise. None of his attempted blows deterred your need to best him and beat him down to his place. You channeled your sinful feelings for him into every one of your hits, an excellent source of strength.

Johnny was holding his own pretty well, well enough against your flurry of attacks. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you. The way you were attacking him, your moves so quick and graceful, just served to turn him on even more. The need to pin you down was growing by the second as was something else lol. He wanted to tame you, to make you submit, to have you entirely to-

All these thoughts distracted him, causing him to make a crucial mistake and allowing you to deliver a good kick to his chest. He came crashing down to the ground, a loud groan came from him as his body collided with the mat. You stood over him, each foot beside his hips. He was between your legs, and wow, what a view did you have below.

There was something about a cocky, annoying man being put in his place that pleased you, in more ways than one. A large smile was plastered over your face as you silently looked down at him, your eyes stalking all over his heaving form. You bit your lip, grinning wickedly as the filthier of thoughts started to overtake.

"Aww... was that your best?"

He chuckled, the sound breathy and a little strained. “Oh princess, that was nothing. I was going easy on ya.”

Ha! Yeah, right! You didn't believe him for one second! You audibly laughed at this poor excuse before leaning down and extending your hand out, grasping his own and pulling him up to his feet. Johnny was still a little dazed, his chest still aching from your strike. It didn’t help that he got a face full of your tits either as he stood up, the tip of his nose nearly tucking into your cleavage. Yeah, that didn’t make things any easier. But it definitely made something harder!

Once he was up, you strutted away from him. You flicked your long braid over your shoulder as you stepped away, your inner diva no longer suppressed. Winning a round against him had made you arrogant, some of Johnny’s cockiness had rubbed off onto you like cologne.

"Best two out of three?" You called out, turning around with a conceited grin.

He took a moment to gather himself, taking off his sunglasses and placing them down beside the mat. “You’re on, Jade.”

A second sparring match ensued.

You and him moved all around the mat underneath, jabbing at and blocking each other’s strikes. Your speed and his strength made for an even match-up. There were moments, but overall, neither of you seemed to have the upper hand in the fight. The brief contact every now and then between you both was electrifying, more so than it should be. Johnny’s feather touches made your skin burn, you had to fight off both this man and your desire for him.

At one point, your hand was pressed against his arm. The feeling of his large, hard bicep against your palm made you jolt backward in surprise, your stomach jumping at the realisation of what happened. This made Johnny laugh. A laugh that stuck into a grin when an idea came to mind.

Johnny quickly whistled to get your attention. This proved effective in distracting you. As you stood there, eyes quickly darting over his features to try and guess what he was plotting, he pulled up his shirt, giving you a view of his bare torso.

Ah. To say that you were visibly caught off guard by this little stunt would be selling it short. Your jaw dropped, a loud gasp came from your parted lips as you were presented by the sight of his bare abs. Any move you were going to make was lost to you, leaving along with most of your thoughts.

Six large, well-defined lumps of pure muscle were sticking out of his lower torso. The way they flexed and rippled with each movement had you completely entranced. You practically malfunctioned. You forgot all about where you were and what you were doing. Hell, for a second, you’d even forgotten how to speak. Your stance stalled, you just… stared at the sight. Can you picture the moment when Richie saw the Deadlights in IT Chapter Two? Yeah, that’s you right now. To a less dramatic extent but, still. Accept the damn analogy!

The way you reacted to this cheap trick made Johnny laugh out loud. He wasn’t an idiot, he saw right through all of your shallow denials when it came to your little crush on him. You may not have thought it, but he’d caught you staring at him for a little too long more than once. Of course you were.

With how stunned you looked, using this to his advantage more often would be fun. Not that he had time to properly think about this, though. He took the opportunity to pounce, quickly closing the distance. You didn’t even have time to make an attempt to move as he grabbed your wrists and swept you off of your feet, knocking you to the floor. He stood over you, eyes darkened with lust as they stared down at the view below, all over. Each boot was by the side of your waist, nearly pinning you underneath him.

You flopped onto your back, the feeling of your braid pressing against your spine making you wince ever so slightly. Your eyes met his as they reopened.

You… you couldn’t believe it! Johnny had used such a dirty tactic to best you, how dare he?! You were mad at him, of course, but you were also more upset at yourself. A part of you was screaming, yelling, so angry that you would dare fall for such… tricks!

You were looking up at him, your facial expression a mix of anger and befuddlement. The fact that Johnny would resort to such low means in order to win a round made you mad. The fact that the sight of him towering over you, in all his gleaming glory, sparked a feeling of arousal inside you that made you even more mad.

“Aw, what’s wrong, Jade? You look flushed. Did me beating you again get you all hot and bothered?” He teased, leaning over you, smiling in a way that made you want to swing your foot up.

You didn’t know what to say. You were looking up at this man with an unreadable facial expression. Never in all your years were you bested in a fight by such a… dishonourable tactic. You wanted to yell at, to chastise him for resorting for such means but it was pointless. You already knew that doing so would just fuel his already inflated ego.

When Johnny bent down and extended his hand out, you bitterly took it. You briskly walked away from him once you were on your own feet, a stark contrast from your little victory taunt before, something your victor took great pleasure in.

You both returned back to the center of the mat. The both of you took some time to stretch and fix your hair, though only one of you spent a considerable amount of time flexing their muscles before taking on a fighting stance. Can you guess who?

A third sparring match ensued.

Unlike the first two, this one was a little more… physical. Johnny was a little more… grabby this time. He was grabbing you in a way he usually didn't, like a man starved of female attention. Your hips, waist, arms, even your thighs, he just couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself. At first you refrained, but eventually you couldn’t help but reciprocate his close contact. Your intrusive thoughts took the wheel in the heat of kombat. His arms, chest, shoulders, even his hands, it was all driving you insane. Your bodies touched more often than appropriate as you fought. You both yearned for each other, in more ways than one, the walls containing your mutual desires were quickly crumbling.

At one point, he managed to lock you into a hold, your bodies were firmly pressed against each other. Both of his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you as close to him as humanly possible. Your back was pressed against his chest, writhing against his front. Johnny’s grasp on you was firm, no amount of you hitting at his hands would falter the hold he had on you. Thinking quickly, you used your feet to sweep at his legs, knocking him off balance and sending him to the floor.

His back hit the ground with a thud, the impact of the fall knocking a little bit of air out of his lungs. His arms were still locked around your midsection, so as a result, you too came crashing down. His form broke your fall, your bodies landing on the mat made you both groan at the same time. Neither of you stayed like this for long, though. Johnny instantly reacted by flipping the both of you over, so that you were now underneath him. 

You barely even knew what had happened. One second, he was behind you, wrapping you in a bear hug. The next, he was on top of you and Gods… what a sight you had above. Each of his hands were beside your head as he crouched over you, his chest flush against yours.  Every feeling you were currently experiencing was on overdrive, it became increasingly difficult to control your… urges for him. The feeling of Johnny’s knees against your sides, as well as his body mere inches above hers, all of it had your clit twitching in anticipation, it was too much.

In one swift motion, you quickly hiked your knee up and made contact with his backside. Such a blow had him squeal in surprise, temporarily stunning him. In a flash, you switched your positions, pushing him off of you and rolling your bodies over, planting yourself on top of him, straddling his hips.

Now in control, you grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them down, above his head. Your things pushed into his sides as you settled your weight on him, there was no escape. You looked down at him below you, a small smile of satisfaction on your face shining through your heavy breaths. The sight of him all dazed made your smirk widen, that stupid cocky smirk was nowhere to be found. Once again, you had bested him. The sparring round was yours.

Minutes passed. No words were said between you two, you guys were both catching back your breaths after such an intense three matches. Your eye contact never faltered, though. Both of your focuses were on the other’s sweat-slicked faces, just… looking.

Johnny tried in vain to get his wrists out of your iron grasp, but you were just too strong. His body forced him to stop struggling and give up, going limp against the mat as he submitted to your mercy.

That’s when he looked up, meeting your gaze. Your face above him, your hands around his wrists, the way your thighs had him completely pinned, it was driving him crazy.

You were insanely attractive. You’re so jaw-droopingly gorgeous, it was crazy. Your body, your face, your hair, you were perfect, truly. You’re one of the hottest women Johnny ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes on. The amount of pressure in his pants grew in intensity every second, just by looking at you. 

Your smile faltered a little as your adrenaline wore off. With that, the feeling of Johnny’s body underneath you was starting to become more and more clear. He was so firm, he felt so warm. The way you were sat on him, your position on his body, you could feel… something rising underneath you. Right on your-

Your mind was like a storm, all of your thoughts were yelling at once, they were impossible to decipher. The sight of a breathless Johnny, the feeling of his muscles underneath you, the sweaty scent of him in general, it was all making you dizzy. Your eyes glossed over with desire, your heart was beating like crazy, whatever explicit thoughts were in your brain right now were going into overdrive. You were fighting tooth and nail with everything inside to not give in to your instincts, but that proved to be a losing battle the moment you saw the tip of his tongue dart out to wet his dry mouth.

Without thinking, you leaned forward and pressed your lips into his.

A/N: and so it begins…

[bunnib4b3s]

Xavier- Burnt Cookies

Synopsis: Xavier wanted to confess that his feelings went past friendship, and decided that he wanted to make cookies for you. Instead his entire plan went to flames

Genre/ Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Friends-to-Lovers, Coworkers-to-Lovers, Smut, Grinding, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Porn-with-Plot

MDNI

Word Count 2,000+

Setting up to confess to your long-time crush and coworker was a little more stressful than Xavier bargained for. He had worked with Jeremiah to find a recipe for a simple batch of cookies and made the icing with him a couple of days in advance to cut down on his nerves and possible accidents.

And thank god he did. With shaking hands, he carefully kneaded and placed the dough balls onto the parchment paper, lightly pressing them down. He stuck them in the freezer and set a timer for two hours.

Okay, he had two hours to clean up, then he could nap. Unfortunately, Xavier had clearly underestimated how long cleanup would take. There was flour and bits of dough everywhere, not to mention the plethora of ingredients he had left out.

Just as he finished wiping the flour off his pants, the timer went off. He glanced at the clock.

15:02

Shit. He needed to place these in the oven ASAP. No time for a nap because you would be coming home from your mission in an hour. He set the oven to 345° and fought off sleep while waiting for it to preheat.

Once he heard the miraculous ding, he carefully placed the cookies in the oven. But his drowsiness caught up with him, and he forgot to set a timer. Before he knew it, he had passed out at the dining table, his left arm dangling off the side.

The smoke must not have woken him up, but the firefighter screaming in his ear did. With shock and confusion swirling in his sleep-addled brain, he jolted up, his chair nearly tipping over as he took in the scene before him.

Black smoke curled around the kitchen ceiling, and the intense scent of burnt sugar filled the air. The firefighter shook his head. "Kid, if you wanted to set the mood with a little heat, this isn't the safest way to do it."

Xavier groaned, running a hand through his tousled hair. "The cookies," he mumbled in despair, rubbing at his tired eyes.

"Oh yeah, they're definitely extra crispy," the firefighter deadpanned, pointing toward the charred remains of what once were cookies. The baking sheet, now coated in blackened dough, sat on the counter.

And then, as if things couldn’t get worse, the door swung open.

You stood there, eyes wide, mission gear still strapped to your frame. You took in the soot-streaked kitchen, the firemen, and Xavier—disheveled, half-asleep, and looking like he’d just survived a war.

“Xavier, what happened?!” you asked, clearly trying to make sense of it all.

Xavier groaned again, dropping his head onto the table. “I was trying to make cookies for you, but they burnt.”

"Clearly." You giggled. Walking up to him with a smile, you added, "Why don't I handle the baking up in my apartment?"

He looked up and smiled lightly as you both, along with the firefighters, shuffled out of Xavier's apartment. You led him downstairs to your place and opened the door.

Xavier was in awe of how cutely decorated your living space was. He had visited and stayed over many times before, but he hadn’t been over recently to see your new decorations since the influx of highly dangerous wanderers around the N109-zone.

You motioned for Xavier to sit down as you kicked off your shoes and headed to your room to change into something comfortable. When you returned, you found him twiddling his thumbs on the couch, his face a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

You squatted in front of him, peering up with a bright smile. Xavier’s cheeks flushed red at the sight of you.

"Soooo, why were you baking cookies for me?" you asked slyly, curiosity laced in your voice.

He truly didn’t know how to answer. It’s not like he baked for you every day, and it looked suspicious, considering it was Valentine’s Day.

With hesitation in his voice, he quietly murmured, "I wanted to do something nice for you… since I knew you'd be by yourself."

You blinked, momentarily stunned by his confession. Warmth spread through your chest, and you couldn't help but smile even wider. "That’s really sweet, Xavier. Even if you almost burnt your apartment down."

He let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, not exactly how I planned it."

You reached for his hands, fingers lightly grazing over his. "Well, how about we make those cookies together? That way, you don’t burn anything, and I get to spend time with you."

Xavier’s heart pounded. "You’d really want that?"

"Of course," you said, standing up and offering him a hand. "Come on, let’s make some cookies—properly this time."

He took your hand, fingers wrapping around yours a little tighter than necessary. Maybe his original plan had gone up in smoke, but somehow, things had worked out even better than he imagined. And as you both moved toward the kitchen, butterflies erupted in his stomach. Fuck, he was so in love with you.

As you gathered ingredients, Xavier moved closer—so close that his chest nearly pressed against your back as he reached for a measuring cup, his breath ghosting over your skin.

"You're awfully close, Xavier," you teased, smirking up at him.

His eyes darkened slightly, lips parting. "Maybe I like being close to you," he admitted, his voice low and heated.

You swallowed, your heart racing. "That so?"

He chuckled, his hand brushing against yours as he helped you stir the batter. "Yeah. And I think you like it too."

You bit your lip, staring up at him. The tension between you was thick, undeniable. "You're really bad at being subtle, Xavier."

"Not trying to be subtle anymore," he murmured, tilting his head. "I’ve wanted this for a long time. Wanted you."

Your breath hitched, heat rushing to your face. "Then why haven’t you done anything about it?"

Xavier exhaled sharply, his gaze flicking to your lips. "Because I wanted to get it right. No burning down kitchens this time."

You grinned. "And what’s your plan now?"

He smirked, setting the bowl down before sliding his hands onto your waist, fingers pressing into your hips. "Figured I’d start with this."

Before you could quip a response, his lips were on yours—warm, needy, tasting faintly of sugar and something entirely Xavier. The bowl of cookie dough was forgotten as you melted into him, gripping his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer.

Maybe the cookies could wait. You had something much sweeter right in front of you.

He turned your body to face him and his lips melted into yours. The softness of your hand in his and your light moans as he pushed his tongue deeper down your throat was easily turning you both on.

In one swift motion, Xavier hoisted you up from the kitchen counter, eliciting a simultaneous groan from your lips as he wrapped your legs around his waist. As you ground against his growing arousal, the heat between you intensified.

With no intentions of stopping, Xavier pressed you closer to him and teased you through your soaked shorts with the bulge of his erection, slowly tracing circles against your clothed core.

Breaking away from your heated make-out session, Xavier trailed light kisses down your neck before sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. His own moans mixed with yours as you pushed harder against his throbbing dick.

"God, you feel so good," Xavier groaned, his voice thick with desire. "I can only imagine how incredible you'll feel with my tongue between your legs."

The back of your hand goes against your mouth as you lightly moan at how dirty Xavier's words were ,and you couldn't help but think about how hot Xavier would be between your legs.

He removes himself from your neck and looks down at your glossy eyes and swollen lips with a lustful gaze and smirks, "Yeah? You want me to eat your pretty pussy out? Make a mess all over my face gorgeous?"

Your legs tremble in his tight grip as you weakly nod in agreement. Without hesitation, Xavier hoists you up and throws you onto the couch with a force that knocks the breath out of you.

As you look down at him, he wastes no time ripping off your shorts and exposing your wet panties. His hand presses against your slick center, his thumb teasingly tracing circles over the fabric. You whimper at the sensation and see the intense desire in Xavier's eyes as he gazes hungrily at your soaked panties.

With feverish urgency, he pulls you forward by your hips until his face is pressed against your panty-covered sex. Inhaling deeply, he kisses and licks a path up and down your folds until you're trembling and grasping at his head.

Slowly, he pulls away and looks up at you with those piercing blue eyes and flushed cheeks. With deliberate movements, he removes your panties and discards them to the side. As he readies himself between your thighs, his gaze never leaves yours.

"Please, Xavier, don't make me wait any longer," you beg, unable to withstand the anticipation any longer.

That's all the confirmation Xavier needs as he eagerly buries his face between your glistening lips. He moans around his mouthful of your delicious taste as he plunges his tongue deep inside you. His nose rubs against your sensitive clit in a tantalizing rhythm, while his skilled fingers join in to add even more intoxicating pleasure.

He focuses on sucking and licking your swollen lips while simultaneously circling and teasing your throbbing clit. You can't hold back any longer as you cry out in uncontrollable pleasure.

"Fuck, your pussy is so beautiful. I wish I could have tasted you sooner...you taste fucking amazing," Xavier groans into your core, his hooded eyes locking with yours in a lustful daze.

Just looking at him intensifies your climax, and you feel yourself spiraling into euphoria. Xavier continues to work his magic on you, relentless in his rhythm, his fingers thrusting faster and his tongue flicking with precision.

Unable to contain yourself any longer, you buck your hips against his face, gripping his head between your thighs as you ride out your orgasm. He doesn't let up, holding your thighs tightly as he devours every last drop of pleasure from you.

Finally, when your body relaxes and your thighs release their hold on him, he looks up at you with a satisfied smirk.

Your heavy eyelids fluttered as your vision slowly cleared, focusing on the ceiling above you. The room was quiet except for the two of you, both gasping for air after the intense moment you had just shared.

Your heart thumped against your chest, still feeling the rush of adrenaline as you looked over at Xavier. He was resting calmly against your hip, his eyes closed in peaceful contentment.

You reach up and run your fingers through his tousled hair, eliciting a soft smile from him as his eyes peep open. He slowly sits up, glancing down at you with affection.

"Why don't we finish those cookies now that we've caught our breath?" he suggests, pulling your hand down to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to your palm.

"Shouldn't I return the favor? You didn't quite finish," you tease playfully.

Xavier's innocent expression quickly turns mischievous as he stands up, revealing a wet spot on his pants. Your eyes widen in surprise, taking in the evidence of his pleasure.

He looks back at you with a sly grin, waiting for your reaction. You can't help but burst into a fit of giggles at the sight.

"Well I guess we should finish those cookies then, Xavier," you say with a playful wink.

"Only if it means I get to do more of this," he whispers against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"I wouldn't dream of stopping you," you reply with a smirk as you wrap your arms around his waist.

[seenoversundown]

Somewhere

Josh Kiszka x Harper (Gender Neutral OC)

Warnings: FLUFFFFFF & some gentle flirty bullying

Word Count: 1.6k

Author's Note: just a sweet little thing for our sweet little man 🥰

🩷 🩷 🩷

Harper POV 

Nothing about Valentine's Day sounded appealing this year. 

Josh and I have been together for a little over a year, but he ended up having to move for a job and now we only get to see each other every few weeks. Unfortunately for us both, this was not a weekend he could swing. 

Him being the way he is insisted we would make the best of it, promising to spend as much time as we could on Facetime so at minimum, we were looking at each other. 

“I know it isn’t as good as being in person,” he sighed. “But, at least it’s something?”

I have spent the past few days trying not to be bummed out but when our group of friends invited me to a local carnival that night, I knew I would be the only one without their partner. So, I graciously declined.. privately in a message to the girl who invited us. I don’t want the pity from the rest of our groupchat. 

It being the day before, I went about my typical routine; wake up, drink the biggest mug of coffee, mentally prepare myself for work, and then get dressed and leave. Generally speaking, Josh and I would text throughout the day and then call or facetime once we’re both finally home for the evening. 

Work felt endless— possibly because I knew what was to come when I got home. Or knowing I had the next day off, regardless of the fact I would just be at home. Alone. I’m not usually this bitter, especially over a Hallmark holiday, but it had been a couple weeks since I had seen Josh in person and it had definitely started to wear on me. 

At least I’ll be graced with his sweet smile all day tomorrow. 

Pulling into my driveway, I let out a deep sigh. Quickly grabbing all my things and making my way to the door. Wiggling my key into the doorknob, it’s unlocked? I stare at my door for a second, trying to decide if I forgot to lock it when I left or if I’m about to meet my maker. 

“Hello?” My voice shakes as I open my front door, creeping through it slowly. Not seeing anything or anyone, but noticing the light is on in my kitchen. 

My hallway has never felt longer than in this moment. 

As I’m about to come around the corner, a voice startles me. 

“Well hi there,” Josh’s voice rings through my empty house. Leant against the counter, a smug little smile on his lips. 

My jaw drops, and I look around for a moment but my attention falls back on him. 

“Wait-“ I start, setting my things down on the island. “How? Your car isn’t here?” Walking straight into him, wrapping my arms around him tightly. 

His chest shakes with a laugh, “I parked at Jake’s and he dropped me off.” 

“Oh my god,” I breathe out, leaning back and touching his face. “Hi.” 

“Hey,” he whispered, as his plump lips found mine. “I couldn’t go another week before coming back, so I moved some things around.” 

“I missed you,” I tell him, pecking his lips. “I’m so,” kiss, “glad,” kiss, “you could be here,” kiss, kiss, kiss. 

His laugh in between kisses made my heart flutter, managing to get out, “I missed you too.”

We spent the rest of the evening glued to each other. Cooking dinner practically holding hands and falling into the couch to put on whatever shitty movie we could find, because we weren’t going to watch it anyway. 

❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Waking up with Josh meant staying tangled up in the sheets for a while. Our visits were so few and far between, that we would soak up any chance we had to just be. 

“We should probably get up soon,” he mumbles, his voice still laced with sleep. “Need to make sure you're fed and caffeinated for later.” 

“What are we doing?” I ask, propping myself up on an elbow to look at him. 

His hand brushing my hair out of my face, “Well, we were invited to the carnival, no?” 

“I told Kira we wouldn’t make it,” I cringe as it leaves my mouth. 

He smiles even wider, “Good thing I let her know the moment I got my work stuff sorted out.” 

Falling dramatically into the pillow, I let out, “How are all of you so good at secrets?!” 

“Is it that we’re good at secrets or that you, my love, are not the most observant sometimes?” 

Gasping at his comment and smacking him with a rogue pillow, I just watch as he dies from laughter. Shaking my head when I say, “You’re lucky you’re pretty, Joshua.” 

Hours later, finally dressed, fed, and caffeinated, we head over to where the carnival is. Josh insisted on driving us since he technically agreed to the plans. And to be frank, I’ll never turn down the opportunity to watch his performance whenever we’re in the car. 

Approximately four show tunes later, including a dance number, we made it. 

“You know,” he says as we’re getting out of the car. “More people should get on the West Side Story train, is all I’m saying.” 

“Josh, honey, we all have enjoyed West Side Story..” my voice trailed off. “When we were in fourth grade..” 

He stops dead in his tracks, holding a hand out toward me, “Harper, I need you to put that back in your mouth.” 

Not the government name. Throwing my hands up, “My bad.” 

“That’s fucking right, you’re bad!” He barks out, a smirk on his face. Wrapping his arm around my shoulders as we walk towards the entrance, I listen to every single reason why West Side Story is a perfectly fine musical. 

All of our friends waited at the entrance for us so we could say hello, but nature's way will always take over, which means we all just paired off once we got inside. 

“Where to first?” He rasps, squeezing my hand gently. 

Gazing around at all the lights from the rides and food booths, the sounds of children laughing, the smell of fresh popcorn. 

“Whatever sounds fun to you,” I tell him, looking over. “I’m just happy you’re here.”

And it’s true— I would gladly follow Josh around all night doing whatever it is that he wants because it means I get to be with him. 

We wandered around for a while, hand in hand, just weighing out what our options were. Finding somewhere to grab a beer to share, neither one of us wanted to drink too much before Josh inevitably dragged me onto a ride. 

It’s not that I don’t like rides, but the fact these carnival rides can be put together in like an hour doesn’t sit well with me. He’s just lucky I love him enough to muscle through it. 

“You would pick the most terrifying option,” I let out under my breath. 

His hand squeezing mine, “Guess you’ll just have to sit close.” 

Looking up at the rickety ferris wheel, trying to not panic at the possibilities. He just tugs me along, still humming that one Officer Krupke song from the car. 

When it's finally our turn, Josh death grips my hand as I step into the middle of the pod-seat-thing, sitting as close to him as I could. If I could be in his skin, I would be.

“See it’s not that bad,” he says, his arm stretched out behind me. 

My body tense as can be, my head slowly turns to him as we slow to a complete halt at the very top of the wheel.

“Okay so I have bad timing,” he laughs. “Though while we’re trapped up here.” 

“Can you not say trapped while we’re a million feet in the air?” I ask, slightly panicked. 

He smiles and his hand creeps down onto my shoulder, “I have been withholding information.” 

My eyebrows shot up. The air is silent somehow, but only for a second when I bark out, “Continue?” 

“What if I told you that—“ he starts, pausing for the drama as usual. “I’ll be able to work remotely as of next month..” 

“Like full time?” 

He nods, “I may have to go in every so often, but I’d have clear warning.. which means..” 

If I could jump up from this seat, I’d be in the stars. 

“Oh my god,” I let out, my hands coming up to cover my mouth. “You can live here?” 

He grabs my hands, littering kisses across my knuckles. “That’s right, baby. I’ll be able to pester you all the time.” 

My heart feels like it could explode. We both knew that when Josh took the job, that he would be traveling a lot, but neither of us really knew what to expect when it came to managing our relationship alongside it. Endless FaceTime calls and a constant stream of texts, but it’ll all be over in a mere few weeks. 

“Move in with me,” I blurt out. 

And for the first time in our relationship, I think he was speechless. 

“Seriously?” 

I hesitate, but the smile creeps onto my face, “Dead serious.” 

His hands hold the sides of my face as he plants the sweetest kiss against my lips. A feeling that will never get old. Mumbling, “Okay, let’s do it then.” 

The wheel starts to slow down with us near the top, yet again. But we’re too busy to notice. 

“I love you,” I laugh out against him. 

He pulls back, looking at me, “I love you, too.” 

Settling back into the seat, we stared off into the distance since we were “trapped” again. Enjoying the quiet as I tuck myself under his arm, until his pipes up after a few minutes. 

“And you thought today would be terrible.” 

I’ve never been happier to be wrong. 

❤️ ❤️ ❤️

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[glorixuspurpose]

can u make a dae ho fic about us being the only black person in the games and he’s lowk intrigued. and maybeeee it turns to a smut 😉

Keeping Watch

Kang Dae-Ho x black!reader

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: This took way too long because writers block was lowkey kicking my butt. I still feel like this is kind of buns but I could also write a part 2 where they play mingle? And there’s no smut cause I’m still working on it sorry queen😞

(222 does not exist in this story for the sake of plot(sorry jun-hee😞))

 You never thought you’d end up in a place like this. You had originally moved to Korea for university, before eventually staying and attempting a fresh start. Things were going well at first, finding a typical office job that paid and treated you well…that was until there were ‘necessary’ layoffs due to budget cuts and you were unfortunately on that list. You had found a sustainable job since then, but bills were piling up and you couldn’t work any more overtimes, which was how you found yourself playing ddakji with a businessman in a subway station; how you found yourself calling the suspicious number on the brown card; how you found yourself in a game where people were getting killed for money. 

 You brought your knees even closer to your chest, peering over them at all of the other people in the dormitory. It’s only been a day(or two, you had no clue what time it was here), and people were already separating into groups. There was the rapper, Thanos, and his group, then the former player Gi-Hun and his team, then the only other group you could make out was the girl you had only spoken to in passing, Hyun-Ju, and her friends, yet you pretty much had no one, and was still figuring out whether or not that was a bad thing. You found the answer in the second game, the 6 legged pentathlon. You stayed frozen in the sand, unsure of where to go or who to approach, but you already knew that most likely none of them would openly invite you(or accept you) into their group, and you knew why–your skin color. You couldn’t exactly be angry, it must be a bit strange to see skin that isn't as pale as theirs, but in a game of life and death it shouldn’t matter that much, right?

 The ten minute timer was getting closer and closer to zero, and you were getting more and more desperate. You attempted to put yourself out there a little bit, asking around, but instead you were met with weird looks or even nothing, the others just ignoring you. You were close to giving up until you saw a group of only five people, Gi-Hun’s group. At first, you were nervous about approaching them. They had never really talked to you before, let alone anyone else; what if they just treated you like everyone else did and just told you to kick the curb? Still, you persevered and approached them. They didn’t notice you, until you cleared your throat and all of their gazes were on you.

 “Um…I saw that you guys were only five people so…could I please join you guys? Obviously I’m not having that good of luck.” You muttered, rubbing your arm subconsciously as you averted all of their gazes. 

“Uh, well…we already have six people” Player 390 said as he stepped back, revealing another player. 

“Oh. I can go then–” You said, turning, before you felt someone grab your arm–player 388.

“You can stay with us! We’ll make sure we win, right guys?” 

“You know what? Yeah! We can’t leave this poor lady with some terrible group!” Player 001 agreed, shooing the other marine. 

                                                           ***

 When the first two groups had completed–and both had failed–all of your hope was gone. You probably couldn’t play any of the games, except for ddakji, but even then you struggled a bit. 

As the six of you were watching anxiously along with the rest of the players, 390(who you soon learned his name was Jung-Bae) turned to you. “Do you know how to play gonggi?”

You knew what the game was, and even some girls in your neighborhood had taught you how to play–but your skills were a work in progress. 

“I’m not that good…” You answered. 

Jung-Bae sighed. “Doesn’t anybody know how to play gonggi anymore?”

“Well…I can.” Dae-Ho spoke up, his face hiding behind the collar of his jacket. 

“You? A marine?” 

 “I used to play with my sisters a lot.” 

Jung-Bae nodded in approval, along with the rest of the group. He turned back to you. “Well, what can you play?” 

“Um…I can do ddakji I guess. I was pretty good.”

“Perfect! I can do the flying stone!” 

“I can do jegi.” Gi-Hun spoke. 

“Then I’ll do flying top.” Young-Il confirmed.

The short conversation was suddenly interrupted by the sound of gunshots. Everyone screamed and ducked their heads as the triangle guards killed the players that failed, leaving it to the other guards to take the bodies to their coffins and clean up the blood. 

As the third race started, Jung-Bae urged Dae-Ho to begin practicing Gonggi with stones, which he hurriedly complied. You didn’t have much else to do besides watch in fear as the losing team got shot. The room was slowly emptying out group by group, until it was finally your team’s turn to go. You were praying that you wouldn’t be the team to lose. 

The six of you lined up on the starting line as the guards chained your ankles together, and only one of your ankles chained because you were on the outside. 

“Let’s not lose hope, okay?” Jung-Bae assured. Dae-Ho nodded along. 

“If we believe in ourselves enough, we can do it! Besides, we have two ex-marines on our team!”

You smiled to yourself, forcing yourself to believe what he said. 

  As you expected from watching the other games, you were up first. You lifted the blue square in the air, eyes squinted in precision as you decided how much force would be best to flip the red square. You threw it down with contained force, flipping it first try. The six of you cheered, before linking arms and marching down to the next game, which was flying stone, which Jung-Bae also got first try. Next was gonggi, which had all of you crouching as you watched Dae-Ho play gonggi at practically expert level speed, which you honestly thought was pretty attractive–not that you’d ever say it. There was a momentary pause in the luck as Young-Il struggled with the spinning top and was constantly mentally(and eventually physically) beating himself up for it, but he finally got it and the six of you moved on to the last game, jegi, which Gi-Hun defeated with ease(with the help of Young-Il).

 Back in the dormitory, you sat on your bed as you ate what you assumed was dinner, not noticing Dae-Ho approaching you from behind.

He questionably called your name, as if he had only heard it in passing, making you jump.

“Sorry if I alarmed you…I just wanted to say you were really good at ddakji in there.” He complimented, now standing in front of you.

“Me? You were amazing at gonggi, it was like you were a professional.” You complimented back, backing him look down bashfully, before speaking once more. 

“Hey, you didn’t seem to be in a group back there…would you like to join ours?”

 You paused for a moment, staring at him as if you were determining whether or not he was serious. “You don’t have to do that…I don’t want to…intrude.” 

He immediately shook his head. “No! I insist. Er…we insist.” He said, gesturing back at the group, who seemed immersed in their own conversation. You weren’t extremely convinced, but he was too cute for you to say no, and it didn’t seem smart to stay alone in a place like this.

“Well, if all of you insist, then I can.”

He smiled, holding a hand out to help you up(which you didn’t need, but gladly accepted anyway), as the two of you walked towards Gi-Hun’s group.

 “She agreed to join our group.” Dae-Ho informed them.

Young-Il smiled. “Perfect. I can assure that you’ll be in good hands.” He said, shaking your hand. Before you could respond, a booming voice came from over the intercom, informing that lights out will be in 30 minutes, which makes Gi-Hun perk up.

“We should make sure that we’re safe throughout the night.” 

 “What do you mean?” Jung-Bae asked.

“The last time I was here, fights broke out in the night and some people died. We should have at least one person keeping watch through the night.”

“Through the night?” Jung-Bae complained. 

“I mean, we could alternate…I could go first.” You suggested.

“Then…I’ll go too! It’s probably not the best for just one person to keep watch, right?”

 Young-Il nodded. “Good idea. I can go next.” 

“If it’s not morning by then, I guess I’ll go afterwards…” Jung-Bae sighed. 

“Then it’s settled. We should move some of our beds to a safer spot, just in case.” Gi-Hun suggested, which lead to the six of you moving the mattresses under the bottom bed. 

“It seems a little bit claustrophobic…I guess it’s better than dying, right?” You murmured. 

Dae-Ho clasped a hand on your shoulder. “That’s the spirit.”

  After the voice over the intercom announced lights out, you and Dae-Ho moved to one of the beds further up, sitting at the end. 

“This is kind of boring…” You admitted. “Then again, I guess I don’t know what I was expecting.”

 boring…” You admitted. “But then again, what did I expect?”

Dae-Ho nodded. “I’m not too surprised. I had to do this from time to time back when I was a marine.”

“Did you ever fall asleep?”

 “I was strong enough to stay awake.”

“Let’s hope I can say the same…” The two of you stayed silent. “Why me anyway?”

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean…you could’ve just been like, ‘great, she helped us,’ then never talked to me again. So why put in the effort?”

“Well…I guess you intrigued me.”

 “I..intrigued you?”

“Well…not just because of your appearance, but…I guess you’re just so…quiet. I mean, we’ve only had two games, but you’ve never really paired up or talked with anyone till the last game.”

You shrugged. “It’s not that I don’t want to, they just don’t talk to me.”

“I’ll talk to you.”

You smile, not knowing what to say, instead leaning on his shoulder. 

“Not to ruin the mood, but…I don’t…want to die.” You admitted. 

“I don’t think any of us do.” Dae-Ho sighed, before turning to you. “How’d you end up here anyway?”

“Here as in Korea, or here as in…well, this?”

“Both.” 

 “Well…I originally came here for university, but then I decided to move here. My roommate kept getting caught up with loan sharks, so being the good roommate I was, I tried to help. Obviously, that didn’t work out.”

“That’s unfair. Why are you here and your roommate isn't?”

“She’s…dead.”

 His face fell. “Oh. I’m sorry–”

“Don’t worry about it. She wasn't the best person anyway.” You nestled further into his shoulder, yawning. “How much longer is our ‘shift?’”

“I’m not sure. You’re tired?”

You nodded against him. “Mhm.”

“Just go ahead. I’ll stay awake.” He insisted. 

 You temporarily pulled away, looking up at him. “Seriously?” 

He nodded. “Yeah. Don’t worry about it.” You smiled at him, mumbling a thanks as you leaned back onto his shoulder, falling asleep in what felt like seconds. It now seemed boring with you, he thought. 

[damnfeelings09]

VALENTINE'S DAY COUNTDOWN

Guilty as Sin - Leon S. Kennedy

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x female reader Tags: fluff, comfort, angst, smut, cheating, guilt, forbidden love, first person narrative. Word count: don't know, don't care Prompt: After 7 years of relationship with your partner things start to go down and you feel alone until your new co-worker walks in, restoring your faith in love, making you feel in high school again, but don't forget, you are still in a relationship. Notes: Am I projecting myself in this? Yes, yes I am. Life sucks and “love” has long since ceased to be the answer to why I’m still with my partner. So I wrote this to comfort myself (I don't condone cheating) and, although I've never touched his skin, when I think of one of my fictional loves it feels like cheating is what I do. This promt is written in first person because I feel it connects better with the character that way. Also listen to the song Guilty as sin while you read this and for fucks sake someone bring Leon S. Kennedy to life so he can writte mine in my upper thigh.

How does the dream of your life turn into monotony? At what point does it go from being the thing you loved the most to just another routine? How long does it take for love to die? Does love has an expiration date? Unfortunately, I couldn't answer any of those questions. 7 years of a moderately stable relationship, but the memories and habits we had forged together were no longer enough, not when we slept apart at night, barely spoke to each other during the day and our time together was a maximum of 6hrs each month. It was over once, 3 months apart, my shoulders had never felt so... light? As if the weight I was carrying was melting away. 3 months in which I hadn't cried (for having carried the grief within the relationship). No one understood why we had returned. When my friends asked why, I couldn’t give em an answer, I guess part of me thought I could cure him? Save him? change him? When the reality was that he was taking me overboard with him. It hadn't all been bad, in the beginning life seemed like a sweet melody of love, our steps following the same rhythm, the same path. As time went by, the melody became sad, stormy, my steps were no longer coordinated and it seemed that he was tired of dancing with me.

I didn't mean for things to end this way, but Leon was so kind, so sweet, so handsome, looking at me like I was the best thing at the party, it had been so long since anyone had looked at me like that, as if he really saw me. His woodsy scent impregnated in the jacket draped over my shoulders as we walked back to his car, his hand holding my waist and the other on my heart. I didn't intend to go that far, but his lips were so soft, his kisses full of love and desire for me, I couldn't remember the last time I had been kissed that way. I told myself it would be the only time, but I had never been good at lying. Emotional deception is the worst kind of cheating but I couldn't stop, his laughter, his smile, every word that came out of his mouth, it was as if velvet was pouring out of his voice, wrapping me in a soft blanket that covered my aching heart, healing it. I was so lonely and he was so so willing to listen to me. And I noticed it, I noticed it every day when I was excited to receive his message wishing me good morning, I noticed it in the butterflies in my stomach when I found flowers from him on my desk, I noticed it when my heart was beating like crazy having him near, when he would take my cheek and hold his touch for a few seconds too long just to be “friendly”. It had become a necessity for me, looking for him in every hallway, making time just to find him when I went up the elevator, working overtime to get out at the same time. My heart fisically ached being away from him.

Every night the cold of my bed brought my imagination back to him, his hands, his touch, his kisses as he praised my body, cherising every part of it as if I were his only source of light. His mouth inside my folds, sucking the life out of me like a starving man, his moans and mine creating a melody so hot I could cum just remembering it. My hand circled around my swollen clit, while with the other I held tightly to the sheets of my bed. I remembered his strokes working their way inside me, filling me until I was so cockdrunk for him, each onslaught sending more waves of pleasure, building up in my lower belly as my tits bounced up and down.

“Fuck, baby, you're so tight,” he picked up the pace making me moan his name so loudly that everyone in his building would gasp at the pleasure he was giving me. “Shit... I'm going to cum, where...?”

“Inside... fill me up please” my orgasm taking over me, my walls closing around him trapping him inside me as his seed filled me completely. I could feel him slipping between my legs mixing with my own juices. After the pleasure he kept me close to him, holding me in his arms caressing my hair murmuring sweet nothings in my ears.

“I'm so screwed” I heard him say. I tried to hold still, controlling my breathing so he wouldn't notice I was still awake. I felt his hand caress my upper thigh in the same place where I had left a hickey as if reclaiming me as his. A purplish red mark with a clear message, mine “I won't be able to stay away from you now”.

That night not only I slept with him, but I gave him my heart, being there in his strong arms, lulled to sleep by his heartbeat, so close to him, as if he was afraid I was going to disappear.

I had run away from him before the sun rose. My heart yearning for his love once again, my boby missing his touch. But it was wrong. What I was doing was wrong but I couldn't stop, I didn't want to stop. When I closed my eyes I found his face, when I was in the stores I saw his silhouette everywhere, in every couple I saw I saw us, at least what could be. I had a drawer with my partner's clothes at home, but I pretended I was alone because if he didn't know then I wouldn't hurt him. It was partly my fault that everything went to shit, but after years of giving my best and only getting crumbs my heart had grown tired.

______________________________________

2 days after giving my everything to him, Leon called me in for a meeting.

“Mr. Kennedy... Leon” his name escaping my lips as if it were a promise between the two of us. Every time he called me into his office to discuss something I found myself getting excited like a teenager with her first crush.

“You know I don't like you calling me Mr. Kennedy” his smile was big, showing me his shiny white teeth "We are...friends” but the glint in his eyes gave away his true intentions. Before him my days were gray and now, every time I saw him the sky turned the perfect blue of his eyes, invading me, sweeping away all thoughts of sadness leaving just him. I was a drifting ship and he was the sweet land calling me. “Penny for your thoughts?” He said, noticing I was distracted.

“I'm just... exhausted.”

“About?”

“Life I guess”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” He’s concern seemed genuine. Oh handsome, don't make me love you anymore.

“You don't want to hear me rant about my life, believe me” I said shaking my head.

“I do if it helps you” his look, so worried and his frown was too adorable for his own good.

“My relationship is going downhill and I can't take it anymore, I don't even remember why I wanted to be with him. I tried my best to make him happy and supported him in everything, but I lost myself in the process and I can't seem to find myself.” I turn to look at him, his bright blue eyes dismayed “But it scares me so much because he's all I've ever known, he was my first everything, what if I'm not enough for someone else? What if no one else loves me?”

He wipes a silent tear from my left cheek and caress my cheek “Anyone would be happy to have you. And if that bastard can't see how lucky he is then fuck him. Love should make you feel happy and anxious in a nice way, you're supposed to want to be with that person 24/7 even if it gets on your nerves. Your love should be celebrated not tolerated. If it were me, I would do anything to keep you by my side.”

“Leon...”

“It's true and I know it's the worst timing but I...I can't stand to see you like this because of that jerk when I'm here. I know you think it was a mistake but gods to me it was everything, you are everything. I want to make things right with you, I want you and I'm dying to have you in my arms again” I hadn't noticed how close he was to me, trapping me between his bookshelf and his body. His lips dangerously close, the butterflies, the nerves taking over me, every fiber of my body claiming his warmth, needing his touch, the small conscious part of my brain tried to hold back but as Leon closed the space between us bringing our lips together, emotions overflowed me, throwing my arms around his neck, I let go. Allowing him to deepen the kiss as he pulled me closer to his body, his tongue asking permission to explore my mouth, the minty taste lingering on his tongue as he kissed me. It wasn't like any kiss I'd ever had, not because I had a lot of experience, I'd actually only kissed two people (him and my partner) but kissing my almost ex definitely didn't feel like this. Leon kissed with passion, the need for me written on every part of his mouth, his lips soft and warm in comparison to his rough kisses as if a primal instinct took over him. He held me tight, arching my back molding every soft curve of my body to his perfectly formed one, as if we were made to be one.

There is a Greek myth. Humans used to have 2 faces, 4 arms and 4 legs, they were a whole. 2 entities in one, but the gods decided they were too dangerous that way, so they separated them, making them weak, broken, and left them to wander the earth in search of their other half. I never wondered if the person next to me was my other half, but here and now, I was sure that Leon was my other half.

[lore-grandma]

When the vice captains realize they like reader, or when they confess (I still have not figured out how to title things)

Notes: some of these characters are written to be platonic (ortho). now why am I writing for a character that’s a child, idk. I was considering making it so that way reader is also an ageless robot, but since reader is yuu and I don’t want to fuel you creeps. Most of you are at minimum 13 years old but I don’t have the statistics and most of y’all are probably way older than ortho. Also as per last time reader age is dependent on the character’s age, at minimum a year younger, excluding lillia. Because he’s an old man and unfortunately you’re human. So at the youngest reader is probably in their 30s to 40s. Since I’d imagine that lillia is more like the equivalent of 50 mentally.

Trey

Ok so I don’t see him as a love at first kinda guy. I also don’t think he’d fall in love just because you helped riddle. He’d appreciate you. I see Trey falling in love during the azul arc. You put in so much effort to take care of people that don’t deserve you. I think a relationship with Trey would just happen naturally but I also see him pulling you aside and confessing.

Ruggie (I know he’s not a vice captain)

Mmmmmmm I sorta see him as a love at first sight kinda guy. But it was more like “hey they’re kinda cute.” Probably started to consider it more of a possibility during the azul arc during training. You just help so much despite the shit the whole dorm put you through. And yeah they’re housing you because of azul but you still helped you still participated. Ruggie also appreciated your cleverness. Ruggie would probably stay around you enough to be considered to be in a relationship

Jade

I see jade as being really intrigued by you during the entrance ceremony. He forgot about your existence until exams and a whole influx of new workers came in. The flutters in his stomach only truly arrived when he was trying to get you to not when the bet with azul. He found your fear and feeble attempts to out smart him amusing and admirable. He notices how beautiful you look when the whole gang goes back to the museum to return the photo. Jade probably wouldn’t out right confess but would start gifting you things that can be perceived as romantic (idk anything about eel mating rituals so enjoy this half baked ending)

Jamil

I think Jamil’s feelings towards you from before his blot and after were overall neutral. The most he felt afterwards was likely guilt. Because yes he had tried to use you to in someway convince the rest of the dorm to overthrow kalim, trapping you inside the dorm. That doesn’t entirely negate the fact that he still overblotted. His feelings are most likely feelings of embarrassment. You know that scenario about the purge universe where about how if you tried to kill your boss but couldn’t do in time for it to be legal so now you’re going into work, having to have a stare down with your boss. And sure they could just fire you but also it’s the purge, the boss has so many coworkers he’s killed instead of just firing. (Sorry I got a little too in-depth despite not actually watching the movies) anyways so it’s that level of awkward. Jamil probably starts to develop feelings when you still continue to be nice to him despite the nearly dying. He’s confused, there isn’t even a feeling of hate within your kind words. You’re not looking down on him, why are you being so nice? Why are you smiling just as truthfully if not more as you would with everyone else? Why is your smile reaching your eyes when conversing with him. He doesn’t understand, he was in the wrong. Jamil would fall in love because of your forgiveness. He’d probably bottle up those feelings until kalim sets you guys up on a date. Or you guys get locked in a closet. Idk.

Rook

Genuinely I don’t understand what’s going on in this guy’s head, and neither would you. This man commends a lot of people for doing the simplest of tasks. So I think for him to fall in love was when you committed so much to saving grim during idia’s arc. Sure your main goal was to ensure grim was ok but you also gave a shit about the others. And that’s admirable enough for him to take an interest. Rook is the very few here that would confess his love so loudly. There’s no it just happening, no literally everyone in school has the exact moment you guys became a thing. They know exactly how it happened in great detail too.

Ortho (I KNOW HE’S NOT A VICE CAPTAIN)

This one is platonic. So I intentionally wrote the title to have like instead of love because I knew if I did ortho it would have to be platonic because ortho is so baby that even if a person was ortho’s age you’d feel bad about having a crush on him. Anyways so in this situation it’s platonic, like the moment ortho realized he likes you as a friend. I think ortho would think about you becoming his friend was during the auditions. The moment ortho announced that he was your friend was when idia was playing video games for the crowd. Also before I end this I’m only claiming ortho to be the vice captain because he’s the only other character in the dorm that we know. Maybe if this game didn’t give us new characters that aren’t from events. I want the official ingnhyde vice dormleader to arrive halfway through the story.

Lillia

Lillia heard about you as a person from malleus. Yes he was there at the ceremony but he didn’t care to get to know you. Yes he’s friendly but he’s not going to go out of his way to do so especially when he’s acquired more work to do. He took more note of you during Leona’s overblot. I think he’d be intrigued by this point, but isn’t in love. It’s hard to say when he’d realistically officially fall in love because the story isn’t over with. But I’d imagine this would happen after many years of friendship. He just doesn’t seem like the type that would date seriously during his schooling years.