#it's been a hot minute since I did one of these

[hw4-l1z]

OMG I JUST REMEMBERED YOU DO ATEEZ TOO

CAN YOU DO OT8 BP! HEADCANONS LIKE YOU DID WITH SKZ

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BOYPUSSY SUPREMACY 🛐 made myself horny writing the last part 🥲

Sub!bp!Ateez x Dom!gn!Reader

Cw: gender neutral but reader has a dick//boypussy// pussy eating// fingering// use of toys// lingerie// unprotected sex// squirting// overstimulation// bondage// face sitting// thigh riding// public sex// slight dollification// bit of power!bottom!seonghwa

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Hongjoong

Cutest most sensitive pussy ever

He'll always trap your hand between his legs whenever you play with him

You know how sensitive he is so you'd always rub his clit in gentle circles which gets him SO wet

Anytime you do something he finds hot or even if you're teasing him then he'd clamp his thighs together as he feels his panties starting to soak through

And my god he get WET

If he was sitting on your thigh whilst you tried to tease him he'd end up leaving a wet patch behind on your thigh

Sometimes it's so bad he has to actually change his clothing before anyone else but you notices it

It's why he begs you not to do anything when he's in outfits given to him by the staff since it's not his

He has quite a big clit with a hood which you'd surprised at the amount of other guys he's been with STILL couldn't find it...

But you'd always be right on point with it

I would imagine he had quite a bit of hair on top

Not like a bush but still quite a fair amount

He can squirt but it takes alot of time and effort to make him do it so you never do it unless you REALLY want to see him squirt

Salty in taste but you'd absolutely devour him cause you love how he tastes

Seonghwa

OHHHH MOTHERRRRRRRR

He'd wear such BEAUTIFUL panties

Only for them to get completely soaked through...but HEY that's what washing machines are for

Let's just start of to say...he does squirt but like hongjoong it takes him some times to get there

So more of a creamer but god he looks beautiful when he cums

Lip sucked between his teeth, eyes dazed and glossy, back arched as his hips jerk a little

Will moan so pretty for you as you eat him out.

One hand circling his bud whilst the other grips his thighs harshly

You'd eat him like he was your last meal on earth

His clit is small but sensitive asf

He's usually clean shaven but will sometimes let some hair grow out

He likes to shave it into certain styles though if he's keeping the hair

I'd see him more on the brownish side

Like a light brownish colour

He tastes sweet though and you LOVE it

Sometimes you like to make it taste even sweet by rubbing a lollipop between his folds and eating him out after

He can definitely still be on the more dominant side

That pussy can drive you crazy 😵‍💫

He's so tight

And he clenches around you even more when your cock is inside of him

He sends you into another world when he's riding you

He's sooooo fucking good at riding you cock

He'll force about 4 loads out of you before he's even cum once

He likes it raw

Sorry actually

He LOVES it raw

Wants you to fill him to the brim everytime

You'll always need towels under you when fucking cause it gets messy

Your cum mixed with his own release oozing out of him at once

If he's riding you, you'd feel it dripping down your cock and balls

The pussy is FIREEEEE

Yunho

Bald, slender pussy 😋

And oh he is just MADE for your cock

His walls wrap so perfectly around you

Squeezing so tight as you take him apart

Pillow princess part 1.

Let's you do all the work since he gets too weak and sensitive the minute you start touching his pussy

Shakes when he cums

He doesn't get superrrr wet but still enough for your finger to glide between his slit

Tastes like PUSSY

You swear the scent and taste of it is like some kind of drug

Your eyes rolling back as you turn into a fucking animal

Growling and snarling as you vigorously eat him out

The way he reacts to his clit being touched or rubbed is SO adorable

You love to make him cum multiple times with a vibrator held firmly to against his bud

Creamerrrrr

He releases so much cream when he cums

He's not a squirter unfortunately, you've tried many times

Yeosang

Ohhhh make him wear so many cute lingerie sets

He's so embarrassed when wearing them but he knows how much you love it

You'd always ravage him when he's in pretty clothes for you

And especially seeing that little wet patch on the panties

Drives you CRAZY

His smell is quite strong but AMAZING

Makes you feel like your going into rut once you catch a scent of his arousal once his panties are off

Sweet in taste

Too much will make you feel full

SO tight

You've tried stretching him more to get him to loosen up a bit more

But it doesn't work

Always needs a few minutes once you're inside him to adjust

You love how much he tightens even more when he cums

Loves to ride your thigh

Will make a wet mess on thigh

PINK

Cutest pussy ever

Small clit that's very sensitive

Can squirt but it doesn't happen often

Probably waxes, I don't see him being hairy down there at all

San

Where do I even start...

Veryyy sensitive and produces so much slick

His panties are ruined because of how wet he gets all the time

Waxes but sometimes has a small triangle patch of hair when he can't be bothered waxing fully

It's definitely pink

Squirts only when you eat him out or finger him

He's SO good at riding your cock

It's like pure ecstasy

He's got some strength to his legs so he can bounce on it for quite a while until he gets tired

So so so squirmy when you play with him

Holding his hips down against the bed as you fuck him with your fingers

He looks so cute struggling to move :(

Tie him up and tease the fuck out of his pussy

Using vibrators and dildos on him as he just sits there and cries unable to do anything

Would love to ride your face and cum all over it

Rocking his hips back and forth on your tongue as he moans so loud at the feeling

Mingi

Pillow princess part 2.

Will just lay there and let you do whatever you want to him

Usually has no hair but when he does he decides to experiment with it to make it looks pretty

He's dyed it pink before and you thought it was actually quite cute

Although he tried to bleach it blonde once and...yeah bad idea. It hurt alot for him

Shy but a huge cockslut

He's always horny for you and wants you to fuck him almost everywhere you guys are

But he's always do shy about asking

He's almost like a doll when fucking

He's so limp like he's just your doll to fuck whenever you please

You can do anything you want and he won't complain about it

He just lays there whimpering and moaning

You realized why he's so limp all the time one day though

It's because of how sensitive he is inside his pussy

Your cock hits all those prefect spots and makes him weak

You found this out when you fucked him in one of those mini bathroom stalls and he had to stand up for it

He was bent over the little sink as you pounded his hole from behind

His legs kept on giving out and you were basically holding him up the entire time or else he would've ended up on the floor

You found it adorable how weak he got

Pretty pink and sickly sweet

Wooyoung

Pillow princess part 3.

Only does nothing cause he's a brat and wants you to put the work in

So when you're punishing him you lay back and make him do all the work

He can't refuse it either since he's incredibly horny and has nothing else to help him but you

Gets tired so quickly

He's just not used to having to do all the work

He'll end up begging you to fuck him eventually

He's bitter-sweet in taste but you'd never miss a chance to get your mouth on him

Don't see him as a squirter tbh

Big clit big nose 😼

Turns into putty in your hands as soon as your cock is in him

Acts like a brat yet is a little whiny bitch when you fuck him into the mattress

Basically tried to make you suffocate when you eat his pussy

He doesn't mean to but it just feels too good he can't help but push your face into his core and squeezes your head between your thighs

Jongho

Chubby pussy 🙏

He's so cute and sensitive

Super shy super shy

He wants to moan so loud when you eat him out but he's too shy

He just bites his lip and grips your hair tighter

You LOVEA when he sits on your face but he's so scared incase he suffocates you or something

But that's what you want

So once he's finally straddled over your face you slowly pull his hips down until his pussy is flush against your tongue

You get so carried away and pull him down further whilst keeping his thighs locked in place with your arms

Rides your thigh almost all the time

It's his favourite thing to do

It just feels SO good on his little clit. He'll cum everytime

He's so incredible sensitive and cries everytime you fuck that he actually prefers anything but penentraition

Doesn't mean you never get it or it's necessarily a rare thing but he just gets so overwhelmed and he feels pathetic

Doesn't help that the lack of being inside him drives you a little crazy so when you do fuck, you're rough

It doesn't hurt, it's just too much for him to handle

You can rip about 3 orgasms out before you've even came once

Arms wrapped around him tightly as his heads buried into your shoulder

Fucking him so hard and deep whilst he just sobs

FUCK I'M MAKING MYSELF HORNY BYE-

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[thisonehere]

Under the Mistletoe

Mk kharacters x GN reader

Summary: Johnny's hosting a holiday party and you find yourself under the mistletoe with a kombatant.

A/n: Happy New Years!!! It's been a good little minute since I've done any headkanons. I know I haven't been posting much lately, I'm sorry about that a lot's been going on these last few months. This year I plan on being way more productive with my writing.

C/w: Heat, Slight smut, sloppy kissing, tongue, mentions of blood, violence and bruises

Bi-Han

He wasn't originally supposed to be here.

Johnny didn't want to invite him, considering all the recent drama (and because he still owed Johnny for the vase), but you insisted. You felt bad because the alternative was him spending the holidays alone.

You all thought Bi-Han wouldn't show up, Bi-Han wasn't a fan of the holidays, neither was he really the funnest at parties.

You were all surprised when Bi-Han did come. It was all so awkward. There was a lot of tension in the air, many fearing that at any given second, Bi-Han would explode and ruin everything.

But it didn't happen, the entire night Bi-Han stayed in a corner of the room. No one dared to go near him, not even his own brother, so he stayed there alone. He stayed there with his arms crossed leaning against the wall with a scowl in his face.

You felt your heart ache for him.

After building up courage, you walk up to him. He gives you a cold glare, but there was something oddly welcoming in his eyes.

"What do you want?" He grumbles as he gets off the walls and stands upright.

You quickly attempt to make small talk, he eyes you up and down as you try to talk to him. He still has a frown on his face but he doesn't shoo you away or giving you the feeling that he wants to be alone.

The remainder of the evening you try to create. Conversation, and Bi-Han gives you a decent response.

In truth, Bi-Han is grateful for you trying to talk to him. One of the worst parts of parties and events is that he often times end up alone, though he refuses to let anyone know that.

The holidays have always been a lonely time for him. He hated the holidays but his brothers always manage to make him enjoy just a little. But now s rift has grown between him and his brothers making it even harder to find anything to happen during this season.

You're the reason he came here in the first place. He refused to come at first, but then he learned that you personally asked Johnny to invite him, that you wanted him here.

You continue to talk, the conversation gets better. But you notice something hanging above both of you. Mistletoe. Johnny had hanged it all over the place in hopes of catching Kitana under it.

Hot red blush burns your face as you suddenly become shy. You fail to look Bi-Han in the eyes and struggle to speak. "What is it?" He sharply asks. Then he sees the mistletoe. Everything goes still and quiet as he just glares at it.

"I- it's just a dumb tradition." Your face felt like it was on fire with how hard you were blushing. "We don't have to do it." You can't anymore world's to say, your eyes are now glued to the floor.

Bi-Han glared at you, an unimpressed look in his eyes. "Pathetic." You hear him mumble as he places a hand onto your chin and forces you to look at him. "Cowardice disgust me."

He then grabs the back of your head and forcefully kisses you. His lips crash against you as his other arm wraps itself around your body

He holds you close as he kisses you, he isn't usually a romantic man, but tonight, for you, he'll make an exception.

His lips weren't as rough as you anticipated they'd be, they were surprisingly soft and warm, everything about him is soft and warm. You find your arms slowly return to his embrace as he kisses you with an unexpected passion. You mind goes numb for a second as you can't fathom that this is happening.

Finally, Bi-Han releases you. You gasp as you catch your breath and regain your composer. You pant, you stable to keep you balanced. And all the while Bi-Han resumes his harsh stare and he fixes with his cold eyes.

He continues the conversation you were having like nothing happened, you try to continue it too. But the kiss is permanently at the for front of your mind.

It's getting later in the night and the party is now whining down. All you can think about is Bi-Han's warmth, his rough lips that were soft at the same time. The way his strong arms held you gave you chills to just think about it.

Later on, you both were seen leaving the party together.

Tomas

At the prospect of being invited to a party, especially a party at Cage mansion with the Johnny Cage, Tomas was over the moon.

He was especially eager to go when he heard you'd be there. He has always had a crush on you, but he was too nervous to do anything. Maybe tonight will be different...

So you made the decision to take him home with you.

Tomas isn't one for social interactions, unless it's leading and instructing warriors or playing a part, he is quite awkward. But tonight, he was willing to try.

During the party, he does his best to be as social as possible. Sometimes he does well, other times her devolves into going on a long rant about one of his many hyperfixations.

But throughout the entire night, he has kept his eye on one thing: you. He has desperately been looking for you everywhere. Sometimes he finds you, but you're too busy or too far away for him to get to. Other times he can't find you anywhere, he asks around and he is often led onto a wild goose chase.

When the night goes on, things get darker and darker outside. Guests were already beginning to leave, and he hasn't had a chance to speak to you.

Much to his disappointment, he and Kuai were beginning to leave. He feels heartbroken, he was so excited to speak to you, he didn't know what about, but just being able to speak to you would be enough for him.

He and Kuai were walking out of the door. But then Tomas sees something at the corner of his eye.

Tomas sees an opportunity, and he bolts towards. Much to Kuai's confusion.

"Y/N!" He shouts as he quickly approaches you. You eagerly stop what you're doing totuen to face him as he steadily approaches.

As he gets to you, he accidentally slams into you and knocks you over.

Tomas grabs you by the waist, quickly catching you before you hit the ground, apologizing purfusely.

But you don't seem to mind, you actually laugh and joke about it. That doesn't stop Tomas for feeling terrible, he places a hand on the back of your head, cradling it and ensuring that it's secure, and places another hand on your lower back. He tenderly looks at you, causing you to feel a sudden load of butterflies awaken in your stomach.

Your eyes fall onto the ceiling and you what's above your head: Mistletoe.

You stare at it, wheels in your head turn as you realize what it is. Tomas, noticing you staring at something, looks up and see it too.

You both are frozen for a second as you share sheepish glances at each other, both of you too shy to say anything. Yet you give him an encouraging look.

He goes in and kisses. He over thought it every second. Should he skip some tongue in? Would you like that? Is he going kissing you too hard? Will he soft enough for you?

Both your minds went numb as you lips touch, it all feels strangely magical as the world goes silent. You become more aware of the way he holds you, so much care, so much love.

He helps you back to your feet, but your head felt awfully light from that kiss.

"Um, maybe we should go somewhere private." He says, his own face flushed. "I think we have a lot to talk about."

Kuai

As the Grandmaster of a very new and very fragile clan meant to protect Earthrealm, Kuai aoiang as little interest in parties. So he refuses to go at first, but Tomas and Harumi insist on him going.

He is firm at first on his position on not going, but they all eventually wear him down. He begrudgingly relents and agrees to go.

He is a natural when it comes to social settings. He has a cool and charismatic way about him that makes him a very chill person to be around.

He wasn't a very outgoing person though, not really a social butterfly. He kept to just Tomas and Harumi for most of the night.

One of Kuai's problems is that he is often too mild, but to him he was just right. Tomas and Harumi encouraged Kuai to let loose a little tonight.

So that's what he tried, he began being more outgoing talking to more people, even dancing a little. It felt pretty fun, but he preferred to be in a calmer setting, making having some form of a deep conversation.

He found that in you. He came across you while he was coming off the dancefloor, many cheering him as he left.

"Y/n!?!?" He was taken aback when he saw you, you were so beautiful tonight. "You look... exquisite." He sighs. You were always so radiant to him in just the simple things you do. So many times he found himself going mad at how magnificent you were, tonight you were just the same if not more.

You always loved Kuai, he was amazing in your eyes. He was gentle and sweet, so you didn't hesitate when he came to you hoping to talk.

You found a much more calmer part of the mansion to talk. A nice room with a leather couch, possibly the library, but the place was do overly decorated that you couldn't tell.

Kuai talked about the Shirai Ryu and how well it was coming along. He is especially about the one Shirai Ryu in particular, Hanzo Hasashi. He beamed with pride when talking about him, as he and Hanzo were at one point good friends.

He looked so cute as he talked about how proud he was of everyone in the clan, how humbling it was being a grandmaster and having to deal with such a big responsibility.

Eventually, the conversation got a little more casual when you talked about what you were going to do for the rest of the holidays. Kuai seemed especially interested on whether are not you'd be spending them with someone.

Before you could answer, you lay back in your chair, you notice for the first time something hovering over your head, mistletoe.

Butterflies begin swarm around in your stomach as you fix your eyes into the decoration, making sure your weren't mistaken.

Kuai looks up too, he seems less surprised by the mistletoe. He stilled seemed calm, you caught his brow arch and lips curl a little.

"Well," he sets gets closer to you "It is tradition to kiss." You rub your face hoping that the blush might come off. "And who am I to go against tradition?"

He pulls you close, sits you onto his lap. "Y/n," He says softly, almost a whisper. "Will you do me the honor of letting me kissing you?"

Did he even need to ask? He pulled you in and kissed you, his kiss was like fire. His hand rub your thigh, slowly making it's way to the inside of your thigh.

He even was so brave to the point of slipping his tongue into your mouth. You moan as he continues to kiss you with passion.

He lays your down onto your back on the couch. He climbs on top of you and continues to kiss you. He pulls back to undo his shirt, you help him unbutton it as things began to feel a tough hotter in the room.

"Well, it's a good thing we chose someplace private." He said as he threw his shirt off. "I suppose we'll be here for a good while."

Geras

He met you while he was moving through the dance floor trying to get back to Tomas and Harumi, who were busy talking to Liu Kang.

You are instantly attracted to him, you admire him from afar. You find your way to him later on in the night. Though he was kind of stiff

As the overseer of the timeline, Geras spends his days monitoring the hourglass and ensuring all went according to Liu Kang's plans.

He never celebrates the holidays, he never saw a reason too. He had no one else around to celebrate it with.

But he can't deny that he has a curiosity on what it would be like to have someone to enjoy these traditions with.

So when Johnny invited Geras to this holiday party, Geras accepts.

He hopes to go know what it's like to partake in such festivities with humans.

Though, he isn't the best at socializing. For the first part of the night he decides it would be festive to give people cryptic warnings and clues about their futures. One guy he just straight up told him that he had an incurable disease and that'd cause him to die an agonizingly slow and excruciatingly painful death.

Geras stayed in the corner for most of the night, unsure on what to do. He just stood there and stared at everyone, it began to creep some people out. It didn't help that he chose the darkest corner which caused his eyes to glow in a very ominous way.

The only person who wasn't scared of him was you. After building up some courage, you invite him over to have some punch with.

Geras has always had a strange fondness for you. You caught his eye as he monitored the timeline. There was a strange

It's very awkward at first, neither of you seem to know how to interact. Both of you come from extremely different walks of life so there isn't a lot to talk about.

He talks about his process of monitoring this and other timelines for potential threats.

Geras is the first to notice it above your heads. The Mistletoe. It's a strange tradition to him. He is familiar with it, a superstitious tradition thought to ensure fertility. It's useless to him, he never planned on having children. Frankly, he isn't sure he even could barely children.

Family, love, passion, things Kronika forbade him. She had created him strictly to enforce her will.

But Liu Kang did recreate him, perhaps things have changed. He can think of someone he'd like to try these things with.

He stares at it while you talk. Confused, you stop talking and look up. You feel yourself blush as you realize what's above you.

You nervously laugh, "It's-uh-it's a Mistletoe. Basically it's-"

"I am aware of what it is, Y/n, I was not created yesterday." He interrupts sternly. You must look like a tomato with how red you are. "It's alright, I didn't mean to be rude."

Then silence between you two, your eyes dart from Geras and to the Mistletoe. Geras just stares blankly at you.

Finally, after taking a deep breath, you get on your tippy toes and gently kiss Geras. taking Geras by surprise.

Gently touches his lips as he processes what just happened. And then you see something you never saw before, Geras blushing.

"...Thank you...Y/n..." He says softly, giving an appreciative smile.

He stays with you for the remainder of the night, he looks at you with a look in his eyes. Like cogs in his brain were working hard to process and understanding new found feelings.

Kitana

When Kitana was invited by Johnny, she was hesitant at first. She once thought his little attempts to woo her were cute at first, but now they were getting annoying.

Also, she didn't care much for the Earthrealm holidays.

But she decided that she'd come by for a little bit, and then return to Outworld to spend the rest of winter with her sister to help with strategizing against Shoa.

And she must admit, she did find the party quite fun. The Christmas tree being so beautifully lit, the holiday cheer in the air as the carolers sang songs outside.

She admired the decoration of the mansion. She bumped into you as she was looking around. She kindly greeted you, asking you to excuse the splotches of blood on her hands.

The Princess has always been very fond of you, you were one of the few Earthrealmers she fairly liked.

But that enjoyment quickly ended.

She seemed fairly excited, she seemed to be enamored by the holidays.

You begin to talk about holiday tradition, you share Earthrealm customs while she shares Outworld holiday traditions.

The conversation quickly transitions to you telling holiday memories from your childhood. Kitana listens intently, enraptured by your every word. But then her attention is taken by something on the ceiling, but you don't notice.

If you paid attention to Kitana's face, it looked like wheels were turning. Then something clicked.

"Y/n?" She gently asks, immediately taking your attention. "I need you to step back a few feet." You stare at her confused, but you comply. A mischievous look on her face.

When you finish backing up, she points for you to look up at the ceiling. You look up and your heart stops as you see it: Mistletoe.

You choke on air. You look back at her, you try to say. She just stares you down with a smirk on her face. She gestures with her hand for you to come closer.

You shuffle forward a little, too nervous to get too close. Kitana grabs you by the collar and pulls you into a kiss. Taking out her fan and folding to stop people from seeing you kiss.

After holding her face against you and kissing you for a few moments, Kitana is nice enough to let you go. She laughs as you stumble about trying to regain you composure.

"It seems these Earthrealm traditions are not as bad as I thought."

Reiko

No nobody knows why he's here, he wasn't invited.

Reiko knew he wasn't invited. General Kitana, Geras, and Liu Kang was walking around here somewhere. If they caught him it would be all over.

So, why is here? Perhaps he just wanted to crash the party and cause problems. That is certainly what he did. He caused quite a ruckus by being loud as possible, he pigged out almost all Christmas convections Johnny spent a fortune, he antagonised many of the guests by insulting them and trying to start fights.

He isn't usually like this, usually he is the loyal underling of General Shao, but he couldn't deny that he was still a little miffed at the Earthrealmers for winning the tournament and humiliating Outworld and the General as well as interfering with the generals plans to liberate Outworld. So his primary mission tonight was to ruin everyone's night.

And he was successful, so successful to the point that Kitana, Liu Kang, and Geras were on his tail. He had successfully avoided them for most of the night, he thought it was funny how they ran this way and that trying to find him, and he eluded them every turn of the way.

He bumped into you as he was dipping out of Kitana's sight.

"Well, hello there." The moment he saw you, he knew you'd be his next victim of the night.

As he thought of the best, most obscene thing he could say to you, you smile at him as you try to be nice. He unloaded a mass of perverted advances towards you in hopes getting a rise out of you.

He definitely would ask 'if it was bubblegum pink' if he knew of the saying. , enough for you to gasp and hide your face in shame as the blush came through.

You were familiar with Shao's wild second in command, but you didn't expect him to be so...charming. You found yourself blushing at his every word. Which isn't what Reiko was expecting usually the things he says would cause women to gasp and slap him in disgust.

But he couldn't deny, he liked seeing you like this, so he continued. Perhaps he could make more of a use of you tonight if he was lucky.

As he continues to spout his perverted advances towards, you look every which way but at him. At one point you look up to the ceiling to avoid his haunting eyes, and that's how you see it. Mistletoe hanging above your heads. You gasp as you see it.

Reiko stops talking and looks up to see what you were gasping at. He sees the strange bundle of flora hanging from the ceiling. He stares at it confused. He looks at you, his eyes demanding answers.

You quickly explain what it is, you stammer as you explain why it was hung up on the ceiling. As you tell him the tradition of kissing someone under the plant for superstition.

You watch as his eyes light up as you tell him. "Is that so?" He slowly walks up and gets closer to you. "Um...yeah, it's just a silly tradition." You say as you continue to avoid his gaze.

Reiko licks his lips as he stares at you. Before you know it, you don't even know how it began, if he initiated it or you, but now Reiko's face was against yours, his lips pressed up against your lips, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth.

His hands weren't shy as they traveled around your body, feeling and gripping certain parts as he took you in.

You surprised at how hungrily he kissed and gripped at you. It was almost to the point that it felt like he was beginning to take your clothes off.

Whatever he was about to do, you'd never find out, because in an instant Reiko is ripped off you by Kitana. She hadn't given up on finding Reiko all night, him stopping to talk to you, to make out with you, slowed him down long enough for her to catch him.

You are left in a dazed and state as you are left stumbling back. Both from the commotion that Kitana and her guards caused as well as the passionate kiss that left your brain buffering.

Despite being found, Reiko had a smile on his face as he gave a proud laugh. "Well, looks like our date has been cut short...until next time..."

As they drag him away, Kitana sends you an apologetic look as she walks away. No doubt assuming you were a victim her was accosting you.

You are left alone, you can still taste Reiko in your mouth. You are struggling to process all the madness that just occurred in front of you. You fix your clothes and hair and try to enjoy the rest of the night.

Baraka

The holidays aren't easy for Baraka. Tarkat often makes it so hard to live, especially with the fact that it took everything away from him, he struggles to feel any holiday joy.

When Johnny invited him to the party, Baraka had thought the man had gone crazy. Inviting someone infected with Tarkat to an event that could risk hundreds getting infected.

But Johnny insisted everything would be fine, Earthrealmers seem to have much more of an immunity to Tarkat compared to Outworlders.

Baraka would've refused, he should've refused. But so much of his life has been hardships, surely he could spend one night to be happy.

So there he is, he stands at the corner of the room, looking around aimlessly at the thousands of people. Music filled the air as the guess mingled and ate and were merry.

Everyone avoided Baraka, it doesn't matter if they as Earthrealmers had an immunity, they still ostracized him, avoided him, glared at him, whispered and muttered things about him.

Baraka regretted coming here. All he could do was stay in the corner, and watch as they all shot him dirty and concerned looks. He sighed, defeated. He never should have come here.

It felt like Johnny only brought him here to be spectacle to gawk and point.

He was just about to leave, until you walked up to him. You had been finding the courage to talk to him, you saw him standing all alone in and you felt you heart ache form.

Baraka stares you down cautiously as you walk up to him. You smile sweetly as you try to make small talk. Baraka doesn't shoo you away, he seemingly embraces your company.

There isn't much for you to talk about, but you still try, and Baraka appreciates it. He isn't really a talkative person, but for you he tries.

You actually get along quite well, after a few minutes of painful attempts at small talk, you finally find something to talk about.

As you talk, you eyes find their way to the ceiling, and that is how you became aware of the mistletoe hanging above your heads.

You try to stop yourself, but you audibly gasp as you look at it, causing Baraka to look at it as well.

You quickly explain what it is and what people do when they're caught under it. Baraka merely makes dry laughs at this. Not just because of his lack of lips, but the idea of you ever kissing him. Surely, you must've thought him too repulsive to kiss.

But you surprised him. After hesitating a few seconds, you slowly rock forward on the tip of your toes and you plant a soft kiss on Baraka's nose.

Baraka is taken aback by this as you softly pech his mutated nose. He was as you step back and smile at him, and all he can do is look dumbfounded.

Did you do that out of pity? Did you just feel bad for him so you decided to kiss him? Obligation? Was it out of duty to tradition?

Or...did you do it because you...liked?

Be can't help fantasize about the possibility of someone loving in such a way. For now, perhaps he'll give into the fantasy. But he's no fool, this is just for tonight. Because who could possibly actually love a monster like him.

Liu Kang

Bah! How could you ever love a monster like him?

Liu Kang hasn't always been one for parties. He has always preferred to stay at the Wu Shi and meditate in his temple.

But the Fire God decided to humor Johnny and attend the party.

Being the protector of Earthrealm as well as the Titan of time, Liu Kang was the center of attention for much of the night. So many people came to him and started conversations, maybe they ask him questions hoping to pry out some answers for major moments in their lives.

Sometimes an entire entourage would form around him. You were almost knocked down by the crowd of people as they walked past you, you wondered if Liu Kang ever felt overwhelmed by all this attention.

Finally, the crowd about him finally lightened up, giving Liu Kang a chance to slip away. That is how he came across you.

You had avoided him all night. You were always intimidated by that fact that he was the protector of Earthrealm, finding out that he was the Titan of Time as well made you officially too nervous to approach him.

You had always had Liu's eyes though. You had always been special to him. He took great care in crafting everyone's destiny in this new timeline, he especially took great care when crafting your new life.

Something about you was just so captivating about you that Liu Kang couldn't keep you out of his head indefinitely. So when he found out you were here, he decided upon himself that he'd speak to you at least once tonight.

He wasn't going to do anything too personal, just a kind smile and a kind greeting. Perhaps a little small talk and then he'd move on.

You felt your palms get sweaty as he walked up to you. You force a smile into your face as he begins talking. You remind yourself at every second not to freak out, this is just you literal maker and creator of the universe, who's also hot, nothing to worry about.

You make your greetings, you wish him a happy holiday. Liu Kang nods at this, he moves the conversation to how much progress you've made throughout this year. "You have improved so much, considering who you were originally..."

He trails off for a second. "I'm sorry?" You asked perplexed. "I improved from wha-"

"Forgive me, I misspoke." He waves his hand as if he was shooing away a thought. He is quick to move the conversation along, you don't protest, better to keep the conversation light rather than ask questions about your past lives and the place he designer for you in this timeline.

You try to move the conversation along, you talk about what you did for the holidays, who you celebrated with, how you brought in the new year. He seemed very interested in your words like they were so fascinating.

As you speak, you are none the wiser of the mistletoe that hangs above you. Liu Kang knows about it, he saw it as he walked over to you. He would really like to kiss you, but he didn't know how to bring it up.

Finally, much to Liu Kang's joy, you look up and notice it. He warmly smiles as he watches you shrink under the mistletoe, obviously stunned by this. You eyes dart from him to the mistletoe, he gives you an encouraging smile as you calm down.

"I believe you do something when found under this." He gives you a charming smile. "Um, may I?" You feel the warm sensation of his hand as he caresses the side of your face, he lovingly looks into your eyes as he admired your for a second.

His lips are soft, electrifying, you feel your body basically collapse as he continues to caress your lips with his.

Tonight is the night you learned what it was like to be kissed by a god. That was apparent as you failed to collect yourself when he finished. You were so flustered that you couldn't even think straight.

"Have lovely rest of the evening." Liu Kang smiles at you generously, he then walks away. Leaving you to contemplate the fact that you just kissed a creator god.

Johnny Cage

Tonight didn't go as planned for Johnny.

He had hoped to catch Kitana under the mistletoe and have a totally hot make out sess'.

He followed her around for a good part of the night, all the while hoping he'd catch her under one of the many mistakes he hung up across the mansion. It was getting to the point of harassment.

And he did catch her under the Mistletoe, though, he didn't get a kiss. But she was nice enough to give him some sweet chin music as she uppercut him.

She knocks him onto his ass right then and there, also knocking him out. Maybe she hit him a few more times while he was down.

Despite this, many of the partygoers still continue on with the party.

Johnny lies there for some time. You eventually feel bad for him and wakes him up.

You get Johnny to the bathroom and are nice enough to help him clean up the many bruises on his face.

Cage is a drama queen, so he overreacts to the bruises on his face. All he had was a busted lip, a broken nose, a black eye, and a few cuts and gashes all over him, nothing bad at all.

"Well, did we learn anything, Mr. Cage?" You ask as he sits in the tub clutching an ice pack over his eye. You were in his bathroom, you were alcohol onto a cotton ball.

"Okay, maybe a went a little too fa-AH" he flinched as you use the cotton ball. "A little?" You press cool cotton against the red cut on his face. "Okay, Okay, I fucked up and went too far. I should've taken no as an answer and left Kitana alone. Happy?"

"Very." You teasingly coo as you wipe all the blood of his face, you feel a little bit bad for Johnny. He deserves every last but if these injuries, to be sure. But seeing him in pain made you feel bad deep down.

"Ow! Hey, go easy on me!" He hissed in pain as you dabbed the cotton onto another wound. You look at the bloody cotton ball, with a sigh you throw it away.

As you attend to him, you thank Johnny for inviting you and tell him how much you enjoyed the party. You talking about how much you enjoyed the party seemingly puts him in a better mood.

He tries to smile, looking past the busted lip, he still had one of the best smiles you ever seen. His teeth glowed like freshly cut diamonds.

He was such a charming man when he didn't try so hard. You felt yourself melt under his gaze. Cage arched his brow, "Starstruck looks cute in you, Y/n. Say, you want to kiss under the mistletoe?" He tries his best to be smooth

"We're in a bathroom, Cage." You shake yourself out of the daze you were in. Johnny just points to the ceiling. You look up "Really?!?!" You gasp as you see quite a few pieces of mistletoe hanging from the bathroom ceiling. "What can I say, I always come prepared."

You groan as you shake you head. Then you grab him by the collar and kiss him.

Despite the bruises on his lips, Cage still has the best pair of lips you've ever had the privilege to kiss. You felt his hands tangle itself in your hair as Cage returned your hold

It's strange, a random kiss in the bathroom with a beaten up movie star is surprisingly one of the best kisses you ever had.

You pull away and so does Johnny. He has a knowing look in his eyes as he stares you down with grin on his face, as if he expects for you praise him for how good the kiss was.

It was, but you didn't feel like feeding Johnny's ego. "It was alright." You say as you rise out to your feet. "Oh come on!" Johnny insists as you walk away.

It was truly an amazing kiss, but you refused to let him see how flustered he had you as you lean against the wall outside the bathroom to catch your breath and regain his composure, his ego was big enough.

[stxrslutrestored]

FREE TRIAL

pairing; godfather!jj x reader

summary; when you complain to your godfather that boys your age just don’t know how to treat you, he decides to show you what you’re missing out on in the world of older, more experienced men.

content; large age gap, “uncle” name (not biological) 

authors note; didn't know wether to upload this here or sluttiebabydoll. but since theres not really anything noncon or inherently dark in it i'm just putting it up here

you’re sweating like crazy, the summer air is too hot for your body and your skin, it makes you feel sticky and disgusting. your makeup is running down your face along with your tears. on the way to a family and friends barbecue is just about the worst time to receive a breakup phone call from your boyfriend. 

you walk to the house, and to your dismay the front door is locked and you are without key, which means you’ll have to enter through the back, where the barbecue is. you don’t even try hiding your emotions as you walk round, you know it’s obvius you’re devastated anyways. 

you push through the small crowd of people in the backyard as fast as you can, avoiding anyone and everyones gaze. unfortunately you still catch attention. your father frowns from where he stands at the barbecue. jj is next to him, sporting the same expression. 

theres a minute or so of silence outside after you slam the back door on your way to your room. after that minute jj speaks up, “y’all know what kids are like, don’t let her dampen the mood,” he exclaims, trying to put everyone back on their social track. he then turns to your father, “i’ll go check in on her, make sure she ain’t in trouble.” 

his father nods and then jj turns to follow you through the house, he makes his way through the house to your room. he doesn’t bother to knock, just pushes the door open to find you curled up on your bed crying. 

he closes the door behind him and starts to advance on you. “aw babygirl,” he croons, “what’s makin’ you cry like this huh?” he sits himself down on your bed. 

you sniffle, looking up at him, “my boyfriend dumped me.” you say sadly, petulantly. normally you wouldn’t share so quickly, but you’re comfortable with your godfather, your uncle jay. 

he croons, rubbing your knee, “awh well don’t you be frettin’ over that,” he tells you, “ain’t nobody in their right mind would dump a girl as lovely as you. hes a crazy guy.” he provides immediate reassurance. 

you smile, “thankyou uncle jay,” you look down sadly, “just so annoying you know.’ you start, hesitating momentarily to say the next part but you continue nonetheless, “boys my age just.. they’re so immature.” 

he chuckles, “oh well i ain’t head a truer thing said today.” he looks at your tearstreaked face, “but you’ll find someone, don’t you think you won’t for a second because you will.” 

you shake your head, “it’s just so impossible,” you tell him, “nobody is good enough. no one knows how to be with me or treat me or… touch me,” you murmur the last part quietly. 

his eyes widen a little, “nobody knows how to touch you?” he questions, “well i’m sure that ain’t true.” he argues, but you cut him off. 

“prove it then,” you snap slightly, “prove to me that there’s one person in this world who can treat me and my body right.” you huff, looking away, you expect it to be a dead end then, but to your surprise jj stands up and locks your door. 

little did you know, for this whole conversation, you’ve been teasing jj, hes been doing his absaloute best to hold back, be moral and not corrupt his goddaughter, but after that outburst, he refuses to hold himself back anymore.

“you really want proof sweetie?” he asks, standing over you, “i’ll give you proof. take that little dress of for me and ill give you all the proof in the world.” 

you’re immediately taken aback at his command, did he really just tell you to strip. “what?” you say, slightly incredulously, “you.. you want to be the proof.” 

he smirks, moving closer, “yeah.” his voice lowers, “i think the only reason you think nobody can treat you right, is because you aint had your way with an older man before.” 

you frown, “so you want to.. to.. touch me?” 

he smirks, “consider it a free trial. im exactly what you need sweetheart, older, more experienced. you give me a try, and if you like it then you’ll know what to look for in the future. it’s just a lil favour darlin’. no biggie, what do you say hm?”

you hesitate for a moment. you cant pretend youve never thought about him like that, youve always had a little bit of  crush on him, but for him to offer to have sex with you, thats a whole other thing. but you suppose, if its just once like he says, there couldnt be much harm in it. 

maybe your rational thoughts are clouded by the sadness you feel, but you decide to do it, so you nod. “okay.. okay.. i’ll let you show you what im missing…”

[simplyraeblue]

King and Captive

(Hunter and Hunted Spin-Off) read here

modern au a chance meeting with Sukuna quickly turns into a nightly routine you can't escape. as the lines between game and something more blur, you start to wonder—how long can you keep playing, or will Sukuna make you his next conquest? !Sukuna x !femreader

chapter warnings/tags: MDNI, NSFW, swearing, use of "princess", "she/her" pronouns used, mentions of OG story, appearance of other characters, SMUT SMUT SMUT, p in v, creampie, unprotected, Sukuna is a changed man afterwards (but really?) A/N: the time has COME my friends (heh, pun). so sorry it took me forever to post, the holidays have been insane with travel, and I was soaking up every second with my long-distance BF. someone in the OG storyline had commented that Sukuna needed someone to match his freak... well, they were right. (• ᴗ -)

index part four | part six

part five word count : 4,588

every day since your first kiss with him, without fail, Sukuna appeared parked out front of your work waiting for you. you weren’t sure if the satisfaction you felt was from seeing him leaned against his bike, or if it was the reactions of the dickwads you worked with.

“are you sure that’s safe?”

“does he have a motorcycle license?”

“what’s up with all that ink?”

you just brushed them off, tossing your hair over your shoulder as you practically skipped over to your mysterious tattooed man before receiving a warm welcome in the form of a deep kiss on the lips. to make it worse for your coworkers, they definitely saw Sukuna slip his tongue in your mouth as he side-eyed them.

bunch of heathens, he thought to himself. he knew the comments they made behind your back, the peaks they took at your ass, even could guess that they thought of you when they had nothing but their hand to give them comfort. pathetic.

and yet, he’d made no move to take things further than a few heavy make out sessions. maybe he was the pathetic one.

but all that would be put to the test tonight.

“a party?” you asked, twirling the straw in your glass around and around while Sukuna smirked at you. of course, had taken you to your usual bar to treat you after work - just like he did almost every day.

“my brother asked me to come, said I was required to bring a guest.” Sukuna was only partly lying – Yuji had asked him to come but never mentioned anything about bringing someone. but he knew you’d be just fine.

“I don’t know, aren’t we a little… old to be going?” you teased lightly but truthfully, you’d already accepted the invitation in your mind. “bunch of college kids, drinking and dicking around?”

Sukuna’s shoulder shook with a booming laugh. “if there’s no dicking around, then it’s not a party, princess.”

you couldn’t help but pout as the thought of who would be there crossed your mind. did you dare ask him? risk bringing up a sore subject?

he’d told you about what happened last summer, one night when you both had a few too many glasses of wine. Sukuna swore that wine was his truth serum. so now you knew that his former – lover, ex girlfriend, fling? – was dating his half brother Choso.

curiosity gnawed at your bones. was she pretty? hot? drop dead fucking gorgeous? how did you compare?

a light tap of Sukuna’s finger to your temple snapped your from your anxiety spiral. “what’s going through your mind?” he asked softer than usual, the change in his demeanor catching you off guard.

no, you couldn’t let yourself drown in what-ifs. “let’s do it. I owe you one.” you told him with finality, face set in determination as you downed the rest of your drink in one go before standing from your seat and pulling your jacket on.

Sukuna was curious why your attitude towards the idea suddenly changed; you were dead quiet for a minute, brows furrowed and already thinking of something he would have loved to correct you on. most certainly about how you’d fit in. and yet you stood with confidence now, lips in a tight line and eyes locking with his.

god, he wanted to kiss you until he couldn’t breathe.

“owe me for what, princess?” Sukuna smiled at you, sharp canines flashing in doing so.

“for putting on a damn good show in front of my ex. it’s time I return the favor.”

oh.

-

this was a mistake. a big fat fucking mistake and you didn’t realize it until you were walking up to the front door with Sukuna. you fidgeted with your skirt, smoothed your hair, tried to make yourself at least look like you hadn’t just let Sukuna tongue fuck your mouth in the car just moments ago.

would anyone be able to tell that you were sexually frustrated and as tense as a stretched rubber band? god you should have told him to knock it off but you just couldn’t help it.

Sukuna knocked three times, alerting Yuji to his presence before opening the door ahead of any answer. this used to be his home, after all. before everyone and their mother decided to come and dry hump on the couch every night.

he’d seen Choso’s lights on as you both walked up, and he was sure that she’d be here - and he silently hoped that wouldn’t scare you away.

“hey, Sukuna’s here everybody!” you heard someone shout, followed by a few grumbles of fake enthusiasm. did everyone really look down on him that much?

his brother Yuji, or you assumed by the matching head of pink fluffy hair, practically bounded over and wrapped his arms around Sukuna. “I’m so glad you made it!” Yuji exclaimed with a wide, toothy grin.

“yeah, yeah, like you would’ve noticed my absence.” Sukuna teased before turning the tables on Yuji and enclosing an arm around his brother’s throat to roughly rub his knuckles across Yuji’s scalp. “don’t make a big deal okay? I’ve got someone I want you to meet.”

it was until then that Yuji noticed you, standing slightly behind Sukuna and smiling at the display - honestly surprised to see that side of Sukuna. “hi, I hope you don’t mind that I tagged along.” you bowed your head slightly, but a quick elbow from Sukuna had you straightening up.

“don’t do that, you don’t have to.” he corrected you with a smirk, and Yuji was having none of it.

your hands were quickly enclosed in his, and he bounced up and down with enthusiasm. “guys, Sukuna brought a girl with him!” Yuji yelled out behind him as he suddenly wrapped you in a hug too.

Sukuna rolled his eyes as he watched his little brother almost squeeze the life out of you. he half expected you to shrug it off, or push him away, but you were beaming. a grin stretched across your face and he felt his heart race wildly at the sight.

“woah, really? what, did you kidnap her or something?” a red-haired girl rushed around the corner, but when she saw you her jaw dropped. “holy fucking shit, she’s gorgeous!”

“that’s Nobara Kugisake, please ignore her for your own mental sanity.” Sukuna grumbled out an introduction, earning a sharp glare from Nobara before she also wrapped you up in a hug - joining Yuji seeing as he hadn’t even let go yet.

you were soon introduced to Megumi Fushiguro, Toge Inumaki, Yuta Okkotsu, and Maki Zenin. the only one out of four who showed an ounce of enthusiam was Inumaki, who extended his hand for you to shake.

you couldn’t help but wonder where -

“who’s your friend, Sukuna?” you turned at the voice, eyes catching on his other brother Choso standing at the bottom of the stairs, and then -

fucking hell. she was beautiful. like, “doesn’t have to try” beautiful.

and you were very, very aware of her eyes scanning over you, lips parted slightly in what looked to be surprise as she noted your presence. more specifically, Sukuna’s hand enclosed in yours.

Sukuna was quick to make introductions, not wanting to dwell on the fact that he had noticed how your demeanor shifted suddenly. he knew why, and he’d make sure to discuss it later, but for now he focused on wrapping an arm around your waist and keeping you at his side.

he didn’t want you to draw comparisons, but he could tell you were already doing so. your eyes followed her almost every where before you’d look down at your outfit, comb your fingers through your hair, or adjusted your posture.

to Sukuna, there was no fucking comparison. you were his and she was not.

but you couldn’t help it. you had wanted to know how - how had this one girl once had both Sukuna and Choso wrapped around her finger? and now after looking at her you knew. and you hated that she wasn’t hideous or bitchy. hated that you had yet to find anything negative about her.

the night dragged on, and so did your swirl of negative thoughts. Yuji was amazing, and Sukuna had been right that you two would get along. Choso was even very sweet, although still side eyeing Sukuna on occasion as if you couldn’t see.

once everyone was good and drunk, and things took a turn for the crazier side of a party, you were mentally checked out. Sukuna watched as you started to stare off into the distance, blinking a little too long and yawning into your elbow. you were getting sleepy, he knew it because you always looked the cutest when you were half awake.

“I think it’s time I get her back home. right, princess?” Sukuna pulled you closer to his side as everyone bid you goodnight, Yuji making sure to express repeatedly that you were always welcome. he didn’t miss the last long look you gave her from across the room.

you almost fell asleep on the ride back to your apartment, Sukuna’s warmth radiating off of him as your arms were wrapped around his torso. did you make a good first impression? did everyone like you, or hate you?

were you as pretty as her?

Sukuna had been fully intent on walking you to your door, and dropping you off like a gentleman. but manners be damned. as soon as you turned the key, and turned to look at him with big doe eyes, he was screwed.

“am I as pretty as her?” the question slipped from your lips before you could stop it, but you couldn’t help it. you had to know, otherwise you’d go crazy wondering about it.

but Sukuna didn’t respond, which made your stomach drop as he ushered you through your door before clicking it shut behind him. you almost took the silence as your answer, until suddenly your back was pressed up against the inside of your door and Sukuna had two hands firmly planted on either side of your head.

“don’t. don’t start making comparisons to her, because there is nothing to compare.” Sukuna growled lightly, chest heaving as he tried to keep a tight leash on his resolve to kiss you until you forgot all about it. “if you’re looking for something to set yourself apart - you’re mine. she’s not, and that’s that.”

“but-”

“no buts.” you were making it increasingly more difficult for him to control himself. what must he do to prove it to you? to chase away your negative thoughts and show you that you are the one he wants, exes and hookups be damned.

when you looked up at him again, he had one tiny, tiny shred left.

“then show me I’m yours.”

you were expecting him to laugh it off, to tell you that you were too tired or that he was going to be a gentleman. you were sick of that - fuck being a gentleman, you wanted him to fuck you.

but no, Sukuna took it as a challenge.

his lips crashed into yours, rough and unrestrained as his body pressed into you fervently. you tasted sweet, all he could think about as soon as he kissed you was how sweet you tasted and how he craved more. it made him wonder if you tasted just as sweet every where else.

the notion led him to start trailing rough kisses down your cheek, your jaw, onto your neck. peppered kisses mixed with nips of his teeth against your skin and you were already feeling hot. so fucking hot that it made you wonder what you’d set your thermostat to before you left.

you were so ablaze that you decided you needed your clothes off - now.

you started to lean into Sukuna, more and more until he started backing into your apartment with you in his arms, not allowing himself to breath and stuffing his face into your neck. he didn’t want to move or stop what he was doing, not until he was thoroughly drunk on your scent.

he backed up until he hit your bedroom door, reaching behind himself with one hand to open it and pull you inside with him. Sukuna’s lips returned to yours, nipping and tugging roughly at your bottom lip, causing you to moan out of your parted lips. he made note of how much he loved that sound, deciding to make sure he heard it throughout the night.

both of you tumbled back onto your bedspread, with Sukuna pinned under your body as you returned his needy kisses ten fold. he was warm and rough and sturdy and you ached for every bit of it. you went to bite his lip back, barely missing and catching his cheek again and his hips jolted in response.

Sukuna felt like a wild animal, and you seemingly matched his energy with your roaming hands and rough gentle teeth. if he knew how much you loved to bite he would have done this a hell of a lot sooner.

as your hands reached between your bodies and fumbled with his belt, Sukuna’s sank his canines into the exposed skin right between your neck and shoulder and hauled. hauled you to the side and rolled until you were firmly planted beneath him now, turning the tables.

he had to remind himself of where he was, who he was with, and what he intended to do with you. with permission.

“do you want to?” Sukuna’s voice came out broken and rough from lack of air due to your addictive kiss. his eyes scanned your face for any ounce of hesitation, but all he could find was your eyes half open as you smirked up at him.

“oh for fuck’s sake, I want you.” you murmured to answer him, reaching a hand up to rest on his cheek and smile at him.

and he melted on the spot. your warm touch, your smile, everything you were taking and giving right back to him made his heart thump wildly in his chest. if he didn’t know any better he thought you might be able to hear his pulse racing in the silence.

he didn’t let himself hesitate before his lips were on your skin again, now more gentle as he worked over your neck and jaw line. “tell me what you want. or don’t want.” Sukuna bit out that last part, trying desperately to remember how much progress he’d made in his journey to becoming a better man.

but dammit was it hard to be better right now when all he wanted to do was shove your face in the mattress and make you take his cock deep.

you hummed out soft praises as he worked his way down to your top, helping you rise and pull it over your shoulders, and soon after your pants followed to be discarded somewhere on the floor.

“how come I’m the first one that had to strip, and you’re still fully dressed?” you teased as you nipped at his exposed neck, pressing your tongue flat to lick a small stripe up the tattoo lining his shoulder.

Sukuna wanted to fire back, argue and tease until your cheeks were heated, but not right now. no, he made quick work of his own clothing, until the both of you were down to only your underwear.

and my oh my was Sukuna in nothing but boxers a sight to behold. you couldn’t help but ogle the growing mass straining in his underwear, twitching already as if it was begging to be freed.

“I knew it.” you gave him a smug grin as you stared right at his covered cock. “I knew you were big.”

Sukuna laughed, your blunt honesty taking him off guard but finding it hilarious nonetheless. “so, you’ve been thinking ‘bout my dick, have you?” he quipped before quickly smashing his lips to yours to halt any further remarks from your mouth. “how’d you like to see the real thing, princess?”

you nodded eagerly, hands already reaching for the waistband of his boxers and gulping as you felt him twitch at your touch. just by looking at it, even covered by fabric, you wondered if you’d be able to take it. would he even fucking fit?

your question was validated as soon as you slipped his boxers down past his knees and his cock was released.

the tip was already glistening with leaking pre-cum, his veins so prominent that your mouth went dry, and the thickness… god you really would be struggling to take him all in.

“your turn.” Sukuna grinned wickedly as he watched you stare at his cock. he could see the way you gulped at the sight, no doubt wracking your brain for an explanation of just how he could fit inside of you. “let me see you, pretty girl.”

his fingers danced along your panty line, feather-light touches sending chills up your spine as his knuckles brushed over your core.

“so wet already, hm?” he cooed as he let his middle knuckle press into your clit through the cloth. your back arched at the touch, and he sucked in a breath as he watched your mouth fall open from the littlest amount of pleasure.

without wasting any more time, he pulled your panties past you knees and off of your ankles - tossing them in his pile of clothes instead of yours. he’d be saving those for later, of course.

Sukuna had never felt himself go breathless at the sight of someone naked before. but now, every touch he gave and every noise from your lips had him shaking with anticipation.

you felt one of his fingers run through your wet folds, a groan escaping his lips at the feeling. “don’t be a tease.” you whined as you tried to scoot your hips into his touch. one of his hands firmly planted itself on your waist, pinning you in place to halt your desperate movements.

“just trying to get you ready, princess.” Sukuna explained before circling your clit, causing you to suck in a breath and grip the sheets a little tighter between your palms. “you said it yourself, it’s pretty big.

but you were impatient. you needed him right fucking now. “don’t care, I can take it.”

you can’t take it, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“don’t wanna hurt you.” Sukuna was trying so hard to be gentle, to fuck you the way you deserved but goddamn were you starting to make him crazy.

you looked him in the eye, pupils blown out with lust already, and smirked. “what are you, scared?” you teased, hoping that it would elicit the exact response you wanted.

and oh it did. he snapped, immediately pushing your legs up and back so that you knees met your chest to fold you up. Sukuna loved that you were smaller than him, pliable, easy to move around as he saw fit. if you were going to act like a brat then you could take it like a brat.

you moan at the first nudge of his tip in your entrance, his pre-cum mixing with your arousal as he teased so deliciously at your hole. he was baiting you to say something more. to talk back so that he could fuck the attitude out of you.

“you wanna rethink your cockiness now, sweet girl?” he bit out the words as he restrained himself from sheathing his cock to the hilt in one go. fuck he wanted to bury himself within you and watch as you fell apart. “I can feel your tight cunt already startin’ to stretch.”

it was a divine mixture of pain and pleasure to feel him slowly ease in, the tip of his dick now pushing past the first ring and sliding into your cunt. but it wasn’t enough for you.

“more, pl - please, give me more.” you groaned while reaching up to claw at his pecs. “just - ah - fuck me already dammit.”

“if you say so.” a grin spread across Sukuna’s face before he jolted his hips forward, bullying past your tight walls as fast as you could physically allow him until he was firmly planted deep inside of you.

you cried out, borderline screamed, at the stretch and burn of his huge dick molding you to his desire. oh it was so so good. you had never felt anything like it - you felt completely stuffed.

Sukuna but his lip so hard that he tasted copper as your walls clenched around him. “fuck you’re so - ngh - tight princess.” he pressed a hand across your abdomen, finding that sweet spot where he could feel his tip under your skin, almost buried within your cervix, or even past that. “takin’ me so well, feel s’ good.”

“holy shit, holy fucking shit.” a whine escaped you when you sucked in a breath. you dared to open your eyes from being clenched to see Sukuna hovering above you, completely still as if he couldn’t risk making another move.

and sure enough, his hand lifted to rest on your cheek, eyes boring into yours as he searched your expression. “you okay?” Sukuna bit out, resisting the urge to move his hips even the slightest.

“s’ good, Sukuna. ‘m okay.”

he watched as the tension left your body and your gaze softened as you looked at him. with your cheeks already flushed, Sukuna thought he was the luckiest guy in the world to see you like this. “Ryomen. if I’m inside you, start calling me Ryomen.” he blurted before he could stop himself. not that he regretted it.

the corners of your mouth turned up, and if your heart wasn’t already racing it sure was now. “now, can we continue, Ryo?”

he was so fucking screwed.

“anything for you, princess.”

and so were you.

literally.

one roll of Sukuna’s hips, even slight, had you clawing at his shoulders. you felt like you were floating and being suffocated all at once, and he fared no better. he didn’t know it could feel like this, like it was… well, he didn’t know what, but it was fucking better than anything else.

his head dipped into your shoulder, sinking his teeth into your skin and groaning into the bite. you swear you felt full body chills as his hands continued to roam your body as his cock destroyed your cunt.

with each gentle thrust, Sukuna became more and more confident with your responses, and started to pick up his pace with ferocity. honestly, if he didn’t, he was going cum sooner than you and he couldn’t have that. “god, you feel s’ fucking good. can’t believe we haven’t done this sooner.” he cursed under his breath at one particularly brutal thrust that had your walls clenching around him even more than they already were.

“well – shit – you had to earn it.” even in your messed up state you stilled toyed with him, watching as he smirked back at your attitude before reaching a hand down between the two of your bodies. his fingers brushed against your clit, feather light and teasing, but it still sent shockwaves through you. “ah don’t be a fucking tease, Ryo. I’m sure you know better – fuck!”

a harsh pinch to the clit had you shutting your mouth, or at least moaning so loud it interrupted your sarcasm, and Sukuna grinned devilishly. “what were y’ sayin’?” he chided as he pinched the sensitive nub again, delighted to watch as your body heaved in reaction.

“fuck, ‘m sorry, just don’t stop!” your nails dug into the muscle of his bicep, desperately trying to keep it pinned in place so that he would continue to work his magic with his hand. “please, please keep going!”

Sukuna obliged, now circling your clit as his cock shoved harder inside of you – in out in out – at an almost inhuman pace. his hand gripped your hip so tightly you were sure there would be bruises from where he tried to keep you still while he fucked you senseless. you were so beautiful to look at that Sukuna couldn’t look way, eyes screwed shut and mouth wide open to release your honeyed moans, cunt sucking him in with each thrust.

when he felt your walls pulse and tighten, he knew you were close. and he prided himself in the knowledge that it was him getting you there. “you gonna cum, princess? all over my dick?” as you nodded fervently, he swept in and crashed his lips to yours, slipping his tongue inside your mouth and swallowing your moans as your release came crashing over you.

your cunt became like a vice, squeezing him to death as your body spasmed beneath him. the tightly wound band inside Sukuna’s abdomen was holding on by a single string, but he pulled away to watch you come undone.

“Ryo, please, want y’ to fill me up.” and fuck if he was going to argue with you. Sukuna slid both arms behind your back, wrapping around you to hold you still while his hips thrusted even harsher and faster than before, chasing his own high.

“say my name, princess. I’m gonna – ah shit – gonna cum. wanna cum inside this perfect pussy.” Sukuna was babbling at this point, and if he had any sense he’d hate himself for it but with a cunt this warm and good he couldn’t stop.

“fuck, Ryo!” you scratched your nails down his back harshly, pushing him off the edge. he let out a low, guttural groan as you felt him twitch inside of you, before you felt the warmth of his cum coating your walls and spilling out of you with the force of it.

once his balls started to ache, Sukuna pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to you. “holy shit.” he panted, wiping the sweat from his forehead and pushing his hair back. “that was –”

“– fucking phenomenal.” you finished for him, a cheesy grin spreading across your face as you started to chuckle. “hell, I think you enjoyed yourself more than me.”

“did not.” Sukuna growled lightly but you didn’t miss the corner of his mouth twitch upwards.

“did too. gonna have you pussy whipped now, right?”

you were only teasing, but when he glanced your way, his pupils were so dilated that his eyes looked nearly black. he gave your shoulder a playful shove, a loud laugh spilling from his lips. “maybe,” he said with a grin, “just maybe.”

you’d count that as a win.

before you could fire back another quip, Sukuna slid an arm around your waist, tugging you closer in one smooth motion.

“c’mere,” he murmured, the warmth in his voice betraying how much he enjoyed seeing you flustered.

his free hand guided you until you were nestled comfortably against him, the steady rise and fall of his chest lulling you into a sense of calm. it felt surprisingly natural—his larger frame, the solid press of his body, and the low, rumbling chuckle that vibrated through you when he realized you weren’t resisting.

“just maybe, huh?” you teased again, your cheek pressed to his shoulder.

he let out a soft snort, tightening his hold as if you might slip away. “shut up,” he grumbled good-naturedly, but the way his hand splayed against your back was anything but irritated.

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[justhereforsubsevika]

YOU SAID U WANTED SEVIKA ASKS ?? K THEN , how about sevika and brothel worker!reader who wears a full face mask whenever they're together , but sevika finally gets her to take it off . huh what about that

hm. ok this is mainly smut not a lot of plot, im assuming this is dom top sevi i will say for the room that sex work is not to be romanticised and is a degrading line of work that women should never be forced into (i know, what a bummer way to start a fic) but for a fantasy...TEEHEE Okay i got a bit carried away describing sevikas pussy so its a little explicit, dom vers sevi, pussy eating, strap sex (minor), cum-sharing (girl this is so nasty), fingering, it's pretty short sorry :(

Sevika had been coming to you for months. She did frequent the brothel prior to your employment, but got addicted the minute she tasted you for the first time. Until now, you'd been on the receiving end of pleasure. She'd come to the brothel, request her special girl (which babette always rolled her eyes at), and cherish your body. She would spend at least 30 minutes kissing across all your skin, her dark brown lipstick littering your body, before fucking your brains out.

On this particular occasion, Sevika had been plowing into you for half her 3 hour duration with you. You had cum on her strap more times than you could count, your eyes crossed in the top of your head, your weak moans muffled by your mask. It drove her insane, not being able to see how your eyebrows quirked when she picked out her strap, not being able to see you bite down on your lip, not being able to see the tears that streaked down your face.

As you groaned and gripped the pillows behind you to brace yourself for another orgasm, Sevika grunted and twisted her lips to the side. "Fuck, princess, what I'd give to paint that pretty face in my cum." Filth being groaned out to you wasn't uncommon, but something about Sevika saying such dirty words made your mind snap. You came whining and using your feet to push at her hips. She pulled out slowly and gently, sitting beside you and tracing her fingers around your nipples. She would never dare push you past your limits, something that was, unfortunately, foreign in your line of work.

Maybe it was the way she fucked you. Maybe it was the fact that you had built up a little friendship since you'd seen her for months on end. Maybe it was just that, underneath her hard exterior, she was a sweet woman who cared about you above her own pleasure. Whatever the reason was, you trusted her.

"You can do that.. that thing you said... if you want.." you mumbled as she kissed gently against your neck. "I'm not riding your mask, I'll break it." You giggled and pinched the bottom of your mask, lifting it enough to kiss Sevika's neck. You straddled her and sat up, preparing yourself for what you were going to do. She looked at you wide-eyed, hand resting on your thigh and flexing with anticipation.

You removed it and she moaned, moaned at the sight of your face. Jesus, you didn't think you were that hot.

"Oh fuck, fuck get on your knees princess," she spluttered, fighting her way out of her strap and taking off her boy-shorts, legs spread on the leather sofa in one quick movement. Your eyes shimmered as you took in the sight of her pussy. It was.. well it was like the straps she always chose. It was big. Her pussy was just.. everything about it was almost obnoxious. Her outer lips puffy and chubby, shrouded in thick black hair that ran up to her belly button and along the inside of her thighs. Her inner lips were dripping, huge and protruding, daring you to suck on them. Her pussy was a deep shade of brown fading into a dark fucsia when you spread her open. Nothing about it was "neat" or "cute", it was womanly. It was natural. It was sexy as fuck.

Teasingly, you poked your tongue a little ways inside her, making her grunt and take you by the back of your head. She shoved your face into her sopping wet pussy, groaning when you whined at her taste. You wrapped your arms around her thighs and got to work, nose shoving against her, again, obnoxiously big clit. "Mmmph, so good for me princess, so good," she grunted out, using the grip she had on your hair to maneuver you how she liked. She grinded her hips against your face, quite literally painting your face in her moisture. You left soothing touches up her hips, gripping at her hip bones, tracing the indents of her abs.

You assumed she'd be sensitive due to the sheer size of her clit, and you were absolutely right. It didn't take long for creamy, white cum to force its way across your cheeks, drip down your chin, down your throat. You spluttered and coughed, your air having been deprived for the short duration in which you sucked on her pussy. She leant down to you and opened her mouth, inviting you to spit her cum back down her own throat.

You did so and she grinned, kissing you with an open mouth, her cum and your saliva dribbling down your cheeks. As you kissed , you snaked your fingers between her legs, slipping them inside her messy pussy. She moaned into your mouth and shoved her tongue down your throat, you sucking on it instinctively.

As you curled your fingers and pumped them into her, sevika guided you down to the floor. She gripped your hair for balance and bounced on your fingers, eyes shut tight, mouth hanging open. She grinded on you, finding a steady rhythm.

"More, princess," she whined out, and you added a third finger into her pussy, making her groan and grip your hair harder. You brought your other hand up to toy with her clit, thumbing her under the hood, making her throw her head back.

She creamed onto you again, her cum seeping its way down your wrist and painting your breasts as she rode out her orgasm. She slowed down and brazenly checked herself out, gripping a little at her ass before standing and scooping you up.

She placed you gently onto the couch and licked up her cum from your breasts, stopping to suck at your nipples, and of course giving you open mouthed kisses with her mess still on her tongue.

okay i hope thats good i went a little off track LMFAO

[precupid]

like a fool ─── (eleven.)

HEESEUNG IS AWOKEN BY RAPID KNOCKING ON HIS DOOR.

The clock reads 8:14AM. There is no way his friends would knock on his door and there is no way his mother would be here. Which leads him to the only other possible conclusion: you.

He drags a hand through his hair and pushes himself off his bed, still half asleep as he walks towards his door. When it swings open, Heeseung is surprised by your appearance. You aren’t done up like always — instead, you’ve got skincare patches on your cheeks and your hair is tied up in a loose ponytail. Your pajamas are covered in Chiikawa characters and Heeseung can’t help but feel a little flustered. First thing in the morning and you’re making him this shy already? Since when was he the shy one?

“Good morning,” you greet. There’s a smile on your face, but you still can’t meet Heeseung’s eyes.

He looks at you anyways, smile on his own face mirroring yours as his mumbles your name, “Good morning. Did you wanna talk?”

“Yeah,” you reply. “I tried texting you, but you didn’t reply.”

“I’m usually not awake at this hour on Saturdays,” Heeseung chuckles. He opens his door wider, “Come in.”

You take small steps with Heeseung trailing behind you. Maybe it’s a little hot in his room, maybe he’s sweating because it’s getting hotter out due to climate change, or maybe he’s just nervous because it’s your first time in his bedroom. Nonetheless, he follows you to his bed, watching as you take a seat as if you’ve been here before.

Your eyes travel the expanse of his Toy Story rug and you bite your lip. “It’s my first time in here.”

Heeseung can only chuckle at you. “Yeah. It’s pretty much a loser’s room.”

He watches as you finally lift your head and let your eyes roam the walls that crowd around you. Posters of League characters, Toy Story merch, and photos of his loved ones litter his room. For some reason, Heeseung is scared you’ll point at his Hatsune Miku figure and laugh, but instead you point at her and mumble, “She’s so cute. Your room is so cute, Heeseung.”

The tips of his ears burn with embarrassment and there’s nothing he can do to hide the shyness evident on his face.

“Your room is so you.”

And if he couldn’t get any shyer, he does. It almost makes him wish his heart would stop racing.

“Thanks. What did you wanna talk about?”

You look at him, small smile still playing on your lips and eyes meeting his, “I was wondering if you wanted to go ice skating with me on Tuesday.”

Heeseung blanks. For what reason, he doesn’t understand, but five minutes probably passes before he even answers you. You’ve began to pick at your nails, and Heeseung pulls one of your cold hands into his as he answers you, “Yes. I would love to go ice skating with you on Tuesday.”

Shit. You’re literally just asking him to hang out. Why did he grab your hand? Why is he suddenly thinking of you like this?

Your eyes become brighter as you smile at Heeseung, “Really? I can’t wait!”

You pull yourself out of his grasp and run off into the apartment, and Heeseung can’t help but miss your cold hand and your pajama-clad self.

(ten.) / masterlist / (twelve.)

summary. who cares if you’re desperate? who cares if you’re pathetic? who cares if you’re a loser? pay them haters no mind, because your roommate, lee heeseung, is gonna fall for you one day! fortunately for you, that day may be sooner than later.

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[swanlakex]

Hi there y’all! Thanks so much for your love recently! I’ve been sick lately, so I wrote a silly little thing. Hope u likes! Perchance I’ll do more…?

Stalker!Sam Monroe hehehehe…

Sam Monroe loves watching you through your window.

Well, not really your window- but the window of the house you babysit in. He watches you as you wash dishes, corral the screaming five year old, and set the table with food that always looks unreasonably good.

He didn’t mind his neighbors. They were nice people, always took out their trash on time, never too loud, and their two kids were pretty cute. Sam had never really paid them or their house any attention, though. That is- until you came along.

You, in your yoga pants and baby tees that always left a little strip of abdomen when you walked. It drove him crazy. He was just sitting by his bedroom window one sunny afternoon when he saw you. Immediately, he was intrigued. He grew even more intrigued when he watched you walk through his neighbor’s yard and tap in their door’s key code. He’s been sneaking glances since.

Really, he’s been sneaking a little bit more than glances. When you’re over, which is only twice a week, he sits at his window and watches you in the kitchen. He sees you load and unload the dishwasher. He sees you prep snacks and juices. But his favorite thing is watching you sing along to the music you play. Sam figured out how to hack into the neighbor’s Alexa, so now he can listen along with you. God, your music is hot. He thinks. Misfits? Pantera? Are you trying to impress me? He likes that you keep it a bit girly, too. With old school Taylor Swift and Paramore. He chuckles to himself when you play air-guitar or grab a spatula to use as a microphone. When you pick up the youngest kid and bounce her around to Flyleaf, Sam swears he can see stars.

You live close, too. He found this out on a late, cold night in January. The sun had already set, and you walked out the front door and down the street. It’s way too cold and dark for you to be walking home, Sam thought. Anything could happen to you. Sure, it was a nice neighborhood, but bad stuff happens to beautiful girls like you anywhere. So, he did what any worried guy would do. He put out his blunt, pulled a hoodie over his head, and followed you home. Not like that, of course. It was from a distance. He just wanted to keep you safe- make sure nothing happened to you. And it very well could’ve, too, considering you had no idea you were being followed home on a fifteen minute walk. You didn’t turn around even once. Good thing Sam was there. You’re lucky.

He wishes he knew your name- he knows how old you are, and where you go to school (thanks to that school sweatshirt you wear constantly). Obviously, Sam would never make a move. He’s not like that. He doesn’t really care about girls like that, they’re just bodies to him. And you? It’s the same thing. Just- a body he wants to protect. A body he wants to take care of.

A body he wants to know everything about…

[puttersmile]

Picky's Tree Invasion

By a very lazy gator

I'm headcanoning that Picky and Allister go way back. Have known each other since they were kids and might even be friends. But Picky can't stand how outstandingly lazy Allister is but tries her best to put up with it. I have a little oneshot with half under the cut. Enjoy!

The Cycle of Allister

It was a hot, lazy afternoon on the farm. Or at least it would be if Picky wasn’t so busy! She darted around, tackling one task after another. She moved between the rows of crops, pulling weeds from the vegetable garden, ensuring the coops were clean and the animals were fed, and checking the irrigation system to make sure the fields were getting enough water. Despite the scorching heat, there was no time to waste. There was work to do, and she wasn’t about to let Allister spend the whole day lounging about.

She spotted him leaning against the barn, his eyes half-closed and his posture slouched in the way that only he could manage with his gator tail in the air, swaying lazily almost like a cat tail would.  With a sigh, she crossed her arms and marched over to him, determined to get him moving.

“Allister, you’ve been sitting there all day,” she called, her voice firm. “I need you to help me out around here!”

Allister slowly lifted his head away from the barn wall, as though he were on the verge of falling asleep at any moment.

“Help?” he murmured lazily. “I’m already helping by... staying out of your way. You’re welcome.”

Picky rolled her eyes. Her gaze flicked around the farm, and her mind settled on the easiest task she could think of. 

“Oh no, no, no,” she said, her tone dripping with mock sweetness.

“You’re going to do something, Allister. I’m giving you the easiest task in the world. You’re going to water the apple tree. One apple tree. This one. Right here. Simple. Just water it. I'll go handle other things.”

Allister blinked slowly, as if processing the request took more energy than it was worth. Then, with a casual glance toward the tree, he shrugged.

“Water the apple tree, huh?” he mused, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “That seems... immediate doesn’t it? Think about it. Nature doesn’t rush, Picky. You can’t force things to grow. What’s the rush?”

Picky handed him the watering can, almost shoving it into his hands like she was trying to fuse it to his body. It was deceptively light but would become heavy once filled with water.

“I’m trusting you with this, Allister,” she said, grinning. “It’ll take you, what, ten minutes? Ten minutes of your time. You think you can manage that?”

Allister raised an eyebrow, looking at her with what could only be described as exaggerated, philosophical consideration.

“Time is fleeting, Picky. Could be spent doing anything really. But I’ll consider your request.” He took the watering can, but the expression on his face was more like he was about to embark on a monumental life decision.

“Good. Great! I’ll be right over there.” Picky pointed to the other side of the field. With that, Picky went to take care of other chores, convinced Allister would manage.

But a few minutes later, she glanced back at the apple tree. Something wasn’t right. The watering can was lying on the ground, but Allister was nowhere to be seen. A mix of confusion and growing frustration bubbled up in her chest as she marched toward the tree.

“Al? Where did you go?” When she spotted him, her jaw nearly dropped. He was lounging comfortably in the tree, his legs draped lazily over a high branch. He had a serene look on his face, like he was meditating, with a few apple cores scattered beneath him.

“Allister!” she exclaimed, hands on her hips, staring up at him.

Allister opened one eye that locked on to her as he grinned toothily. “Picky! Hey! You caught me in a moment of deep reflection.”

Picky’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What are you doing?! You were supposed to water the tree! Why are you asleep?!”

He stretched dramatically, his smile widening. “Well, I did water the tree... in a sense. But you can’t just rush things, Picky. You know, good things come to those who wait.” 

He let out a long, lazy sigh, as if he were imparting ancient wisdom. 

“The apples just need time. I’m just giving them the space they need to ripen. Water is too chaotic for them.”

Picky stood there, stunned, trying not to laugh. “Wait, what?! You didn’t water the tree at all! All you had to do was pour water on it! You can’t just wait for the apples to grow on their own!”

Allister closed his eyes and grinned, clearly at peace with his decision. “But sometimes, Picky, rushing nature only leads to mistakes. You can’t force it. It’s the balance of the universe. The apples, they need time to be at their best. And so do I.”

“Oh you are so full of sh-” Cutting off a swear, Picky shook her head, her lips twitching as she tried to maintain her stern expression. “You are impossible, Allister.”

“It's the cycle of existence, Picky! Everything has its time. Even me,” Allister said, leaning back with a lazy stretch. “It works at its own pace. I’m just embracing it.”

Picky muttered under her breath as she picked up the watering can and started to water the tree herself.

“Next time, I’ll give you a task that’s too complicated for you to sleep through,” she said, half amused, half exasperated.

“Just wait,  Picky,” Allister replied, his voice sounding distant. “Time will tell. It always does.”

Picky shot him one last look, a mixture of disbelief and sad affection before turning away.  She should be angry and insistent but it was getting harder to keep that motivation. They weren’t kids anymore, and Picky couldn’t tell Allister what to do anymore.

However…

She set the watering can down with a sharp click and walked over to the base of the tree where Allister was lounging.

“You know what? Get out of my tree, Allister,” she said, her voice firm, her patience clearly running thin. “You’re not going to lay around here all day and call it 'nature's pace.' You’ve been moping for too long, and I don’t have time for your pity party.”

She crossed her arms, tapping her foot as she glared up at him. “Find somewhere else to be lazy. This tree isn’t your personal sanctuary.”

Allister blinked down at her, a moment of surprise flickering across his face, but then he let out a deep sigh, the lazy grin faded slightly.

“Alright, alright. You got me,” he said, rolling his eyes but making no move to get down. “Can’t a guy just enjoy some quality me time?”

“Not while there’s work to be done around here,” Picky shot back, her voice now completely serious. “I’m trying to run a farm, not a nap retreat.”

Finally, after a beat, Allister groaned exaggeratedly and swung himself down from the tree, landing with a soft thud beside her.

“Okay, you win, Picky. I’ll  do something.” “Didn’t mean to waste your time.”

Picky raised an eyebrow.

Her tone became less serious. “You can carry supplies to the shed. There’s some grain in the back that needs moving. Should keep you busy.”

Allister started over at a jog, giving off a quick salute. “ Consider it done, Picks!”

Picky smirked as she wiped her forehead under the heat. “That’s the spirit, Allister. Hopefully we'll get this all done before  dinner time.”

[celuere]

when our hearts break

interlude for Tangled Hearts

pairing: arlecchino x fem!harbinger reader

cw: arle pov time chat, massive hurt with 0 comfort, yearning lesbians, roughs sex, strap-on, pathetic arle, she is very bad with feelings your honor, maybe a lil ooc 

everybody go thank della for inspiring me to write this totally not heartbreaking piece! this is also just a short interlude chapter ncjdwkbnfkjnvnvrj

“lady arlecchino, your skills on the dancefloor are truly remarkable…“

“is that so…? you flatter me, lady isabella…“, snaking one hand around the woman‘s hips, the harbinger led todays target over the dancefloor as if it were her last. the only reason why the knave bothered to even be near another woman on one of the fatui gatherings was simple. intel. lady isabella was none other than the little sister of one of nod-krai‘s most influential men. and she needed those informations. badly.

the bitter looks you threw into her direction almost every few minutes did not help masking the bitter taste on her tongue. the taste of betrayal. you did not talk ever since your… „break up“ three weeks ago. if you could call it that.

she will never forget how the light left your eyes on that very day.

she will never forget how the children‘s shoulders sagged in disappointment at the information of your sudden dismissal. and she never hated herself more for it.

oh, and don‘t forget the looks of disapproval she has to endure from tartaglia.

„i… was wondering…“, placing a hand into arlecchino‘s neck, isabella slowly leaned in, lips nearly away from touching.

„what has been on your mind, doll?“, calling anybody else by that name who wasn’t you felt like dagger being rammed right into her spine.

„my hotel is just down the street…“, crimson x‘s following isa‘s finger running down her chest as her mind grew quiet.

that was actually not part of her plan at all. but given her situation… blowing off some steam…

her eyes found yours for the last time this evening, eyes wide as if you heard every single bit of their conversation. 

„what is your room number.“

a shiver was sent down the knaves back at the nails dragging over her skin. the naked woman underneath her moaning with each drive of her hips into her. my god, you were taking her so well with your leg thrown over her shoulder, one plea after the other spilling from your lips as she made sure the tip of the dildo was kissing your cervic with each thrust of her hips against yours.arlecchino‘s moved instinctively to your thigh to rub over the scar that graced this part of your body from an injury when you were still just teenagers under „mother‘s“ care.

you loved it when she cherished your scarred body, taking her time time to kiss and caress each one of them.

„[name]… fuck…“, you were taking her so well, moaning right into her mouth as your lips clashed together.

but the skin where your scar was supposed to be was as smooth as silk.

„hah… b-but my name is isa-“, those pair of teary eyes also didn‘t belong to you.

her arousal vanished as quickly as it came at the cold realization of the reality she found herself back in as she angled her hips for the tip of the strap to hit the woman’s sweet spot and shut her up for good.

„you must have misheard me.“, the taste of her still lingered on arlecchino’s tongue and she hated it. she hated how it wasn’t you she was currently fucking. it wasn‘t you was moaning her name on repeat. but she needed to somehow relieve herself. as long as she could somehow delude herself that she was indeed having sex with you, the world was alright. 

arlecchino pulled out of the lady underneath her, drawing a pained whine from her as she flipped her over onto all fours. she couldn‘t stand to look at this strange face any longer. she ignored the missing beauty mark scar on her back. ignored how high pitched her voice was compared to you. a problem that quickly resolved as arle scolded her to tone it down. despite how hot her blood was running, the knave felt as cold as ice. at least she didn‘t complain about her fast pace.

soft, calm breaths filled the room behind the harbinger as she was sat on the edge of the bed, her bottom lazily covered by the blanket a she stared daggers into the wall.

a gaping hole in her chest where her heart was supposed to be.

never wanted she someone to slap some sense back into her so badly. at least she got the intel she needed from isabella, gotta think positive or something like that. celestia held her for a fool for good.

you might hate her.

but she will always hate herself more.

[jazeswhbhaven]

Hiiii, can I request some headcanons about MC who is a great chef plsssss. Ohohoho not only that.... how about their food are too good that the kings + Lucifer (and some of you fav nobles) put on weight 😈😈 (i know they kinda impossible... but plssssss... for the sake of my love for chubby belly and thighs 😭 i gonna bribed you with this 🍀🍀 ehehe)

I just want to see what they reactions would be when they know that this is all MC plan to smooch and adore the chubby parts of them 😛

OH thank you for sending this in anon, and also for waiting~ If you're still around to see this I hope you enjoy seeing our bois putting on some weight in this AU (because yeah otherwise they would never 😭 their bodies seem to just stay hella fit and sculpted)

Lead in: It's been about a month or so since Chef!MC started making food for the kings during their stay in Hell. They figured out how to work with the ingredients easily and each dish is delicious even if MC sometimes can't consume it themselves (uses Ppyong as a taste tester) Some of the nobles too have been eating a bunch of Chef!MC's food, so much to where they've put on some weight...

Satan: He doesn't take long for him to notice the chub on his tummy when he goes to the gym. He seems irritated that he's been enjoying too many tasty snacks from Chef!MC. As he stares in the mirror of his private workout room, Chef!MC comes in with yet again another bag of "pre-workout" snacks. They notice that Satan is rather pissed about his new figure, that is until they poke and squeeze Satan and adore the new look for him. So what he has a bit of a tummy? Now there's more of him for Chef!MC to love, and it's evidence that he loves their food. All of this attention makes Satan also forget about his irriation as he takes the bag of snacks and demands for more of Chef!MC's attention.

Mammon: He's so big, you would expect for his metabolism to be at peak. His muscles alone should need tons of energy and fuel. But it seems that he's been overindulging in the decadent sweets and the savory heavy foods that Chef!MC has made to the point of where parts of his body have put on some pounds. His ass especially, and thighs are more squishy and large, a small belly forming too. Chef!MC noticed how more pronounced his backside is when he has his robe on, and they often can't help but squeeze and smack it. Because of this, Mammon doesn't hold back on eating more. Well, even though Chef!MC will be tired from cooking, they at least get to enjoy Mammon later...

Beelzebub: For this devil, it's quite impossible for him to gain any weight. None. Who knows where he packs it all, Chef!MC surely doesn't know. The restaurants around the area tell stories of him clearing out their inventory in less than a few minutes in one bite. But, he does indulge Chef!MC one night, showing up with the most pleasing to the eye "dad" bod imaginable. He looks so squishy, soft, with a bit of muscle in his arms and his thighs look like soft pillows. Chef!MC doesn't know, but he did this because he was suspecting that they were wondering why he didn't gain weight like the other kings who were eating their food.

Leviathan: He doesn't normally eat too much, opting to sleep more than eat to conserve energy. But once he gets a taste of Chef!MC's food he can't help but indulge. ALL of it goes to his ass and his thighs, with a slight tummy. Everything he wears now clings to his shape, and Chef!MC can't get enough of it. Not only is it evidence that he is eating their food, he looks hot even when he's gained a bit of weight. Levi pretends he doesn't like it when Chef!MC stares at him, but at the same time he keeps wearing tighter clothing to really show off his new curves. At this point...Chef!MC can't help but pinch and kiss his thighs when they get the chance. Also, no signs of him stopping the love of their food as he's seen sneaking another snack in.

Lucifer: Out of all the Kings, unfortunately there's just no way this fallen angel can gain any weight. He just simply doesn't eat a lot. He does eat Chef!MC's food, but only to a certain extent. But even with the small amounts he does eat, sometimes Chef!MC can spot a small amount of tummy fat when he sits down and that's enough for them to know he's enjoying the food at least. But that also could have always been there. Oh well, it isn't the end of the world, but perhaps they can just imagine a chubby Lucifer eating to his hearts content.

Belphegor: Believe it or not because he sleeps so much he never has time to eat. He's also so lazy he doesn't like chewing his food most of the time and opts for soups or things he can swallow with one bite. Chef!MC however has been making really good milkshakes, and Belphie can't get enough of them. Beleth has been having a hard time picking him up lately because...he's gotten heavier. Chef!MC even notices that his face is more round as well. Now he's got that typical chubby Otaku look down, and his hair is longer than usual for whatever reason. But cuddling with him in bed has been amazing, all of his squish and curves being the perfect place for Chef!MC to rest their head.

Asmodeus: He heard that Chef!MC was cooking, sending the food to the various devils in Abaddon in their cells. He tried a bit of the food once, and needless to say he's hooked. Chef!MC has heard of some weird things he's been doing lately involving their food and it flatters them. At the same time they're slightly concerned by what it is that he's doing...especially the state of his room that's covered in...well nevermind on that. Asmodeus does like it though when Chef!MC feeds him, and it appears he's gained a bit of weight. A pinch of fat here and there, not much but enough to notice. Especially his thighs and hips that are wider than before. Chef!MC has to be careful though, one kiss or squeeze from them and that's an immediate "on" switch for this King.

Bonus+ Nobles!

Sitri: Chef!MC has been making pastries to accompany his schedule tea breaks, and he's been hooked on them. He will often ask Chef!MC for more than intended, and he hasn't been paying attention to the amount of pastries he's been eating. One day when he's bent over, his pants rip clearly indicating that his ass is getting larger. His gun straps don't fit on his thighs either like they used to. He insists that he has to hit the gym more, but Chef!MC doesn't mind and continues to make as many pastries as he desires.

Bael: He was thrilled when Chef!MC came to Abyssos, as he himself can't cook well at all. All of the nobles have been eating Chef!MC's food in abundance, and Bael figures he'd have a taste too. Before you know it, he's eaten so much, his tummy is starting to grow and his hips are spreading. Chef!MC can't get enough of it, because those skin-tight pants of his are hugging every curve, and his ass jiggles now when he walks the halls trying to get all of his tasks done.

Beleth: Since Belphie is always asleep and doesn't eat much because of it, Beleth finishes his food for him when Chef!MC brings it to him. It's crazy though, because he notices that he's put on a bit of weight. He's not unfit or unable to do his daily tasks so he doesn't care. Chef!MC is surprised to see where the fat sits on his body, his chest is larger, hips and butt large...but when he's in cat form, he's got a big fluffy belly and flops to the side with a lazy meow. Chef!MC can't help but give him belly scritches, that Harumon is jealous and wants food and belly scritches too.

[moonlightspencie]

And I Will Follow You Home

Chapter 6 of ‘treacherous’

Pairing: Remus Lupin x fem!Reader

Word Count: 3k

A/N: the final chapter! i may do some blurbs within this universe if anyone wants them as well, but this series is officially complete.

“Hey,” a voice came softly.

Remus turned towards the wall, unwilling to move from the bed.

“Remus.”

“What?” 

Sirius sat with his friend, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Come on, there’s a meeting downstairs in ten minutes. Most of the others have already arrived.”

Remus fell silent again, clenching his jaw. Sirius huffed a sigh, shaking his head to himself.

“You can’t keep skipping the meetings, mate. They’re important. You’re acting like a big baby.”

“You don’t understand–”

“What I understand is that she’s still showing up, and you’re not. Considering you’re so hung up on your age, you’d think you’d be more inclined to act like an adult.”

“I can’t look at her,” Remus admitted quietly, pulling the covers over his shoulders.

He had hardly been able to look at himself in the mirror after that night, let alone come face to face with you. You’d admitted you loved him, and all he could do was wreck it. It’s all he ever seemed to do, he thought, was to wreck things. He knew he was acting like a child and a coward, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit he’d wanted you just as much. Now he was coming to terms with the fact that he may never have the chance again.

“She still looks for you every time she comes into the house, you know?” Sirius said, crossing his arms.

“Probably so she can steer clear.”

“You’re the one who practically told her no.”

“No, I didn’t,” he snapped suddenly. “I didn’t. I just–”

“You just told her you didn’t want her right now. That’s just as bad, mate.”

He was quiet, the guilt creeping in again, washing over him. Sirius let out a breath, standing from the bed.

“We start in ten minutes. Be there, Mooney, or else I’m bringing everyone else up here,” he stated, then left the room.

You were sitting in a chair in the kitchen, trying hard not to think about the fact that Remus was a staircase and a couple of doors away from you. It had been weeks since you’d seen him, and unfortunately, absence really did make the heart grow fonder. You fiddled with the spoon you’d used for your tea nearly an hour ago, waiting for Sirius to return. So, it felt extra foolish when your heart began racing as you heard someone enter the kitchen, only to find Sirius giving you a small smile.

“Oh. Hey.”

He quirked a brow. “Wow. What a warm welcome that was.”

You let out a short laugh. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I get it. Tall, dark, and moody’s more your thing,” he teased, sitting next to you. “He’ll be at the meeting today.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

You shrugged. “I mean… what else am I supposed to say?”

“I don’t know,” he shook his head. “I just hate seeing you upset like this. Thought it might cheer you up to see him.”

“What, you think I’ll be all fluttery and excited for him to ignore me all evening?”

“Snippy.”

You sighed. “He doesn’t… He avoids me at all costs, now, Siri. I should’ve just kept my mouth shut.”

“No. You were in the right. He’s just a big baby who can’t handle his emotions.”

“Mm.”

“Hey,” he said softly, waiting for you to look at him. “He does love you.”

“Not enough.”

“But one day–”

“It shouldn’t be an if-and-when, Sirius. The world is literally falling apart and he still refuses to be with me. What else would possibly compel him?”

He swallowed, looking a little more somber as his eyes darted down to the counter. “I don’t know, Sunshine. But you both deserve to be happy.”

“Tell that to him.”

“I’ve tried. He’s a stubborn fucker.”

You laughed a bit at that. “He is.”

“You love it about him, though, don’t you? Head over heels for some raggedy, old mule.”

“Hot, raggedy, old mule, to be fair.”

“Gross,” he laughed.

“But… no. I really don’t love that bit about him. I wish it would catch on fire and disintegrate.”

“Come on, but then he wouldn’t be Mooney.”

“But he’d love me.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but came up short, merely pulling you into his side in a hug. You let him hold you, leaning into him. As if on cue, though, Dumpling came strolling in, his chubby little body bumping against your feet, heading straight for his favorite uncle.

“He’s obsessed with you,” you said, watching as Sirius picked him up.

“Who wouldn’t be?” He winked, that cheeky smirk of his shining through as he kissed Dumpling’s soft forehead. “Horrible little beast. Quite the attention hog.”

“Two peas in a pod.”

He chuckled, cradling the cat as Dumpling purred away. You reached over, petting the little traitor as he snuggled up happily to Sirius. You hadn’t even registered that anyone had come into the kitchen until you heard a voice that had you jumping out of your skin from one small word.

“Oh,” Remus muttered softly, freezing up as he looked between you and Sirius. Though he never quite met your eye. “Sorry. Just came for some tea before the meeting.”

“There’s a kettle on the stove. Probably just needs to be heated again,” Sirius responded.

“Right,” Remus nodded, walking quickly to the stove.

Your eyes followed him the whole way, that familiar warm feeling still blooming in your chest as it always did when he was around. 

“I brought a new flavor. Vanilla Caramel,” you blurted out. “If you want some. It’s sweet.”

Remus nodded, not turning around. “Okay.”

You chewed your lip, watching him carefully. You wanted to go over there and kiss him silly again. You also wanted to slap him. But mostly, you just wanted him to look at you.

“I made Sirius go for some cream, too.”

“Right.”

“Your favorite mug is in the cupboard.”

He only nodded that time.

You huffed out a breath, looking to Sirius for help, though he was too preoccupied petting your cat. You looked at Remus again, still standing like stone in front of the stove. You suddenly stood, going to the cupboard to get his mug. You brought it to the counter you were sitting at, setting it right in the center. You then went to get the cream and sugar, leaving them next to the mug. Finally, you reached for the tea, putting a bag in his mug before you sat down again. If he wouldn’t look at you, you could at least get him to face you.

“Why’d you do that?” Sirius asked, a little bewildered at your behavior.

“Thought it would be easier for Remus to prepare his tea if it was all set out.”

Sirius raised a brow at you, then glanced at Remus who was just turning off the whistling kettle.

“Well… Dumpling and I will be… somewhere,” Sirius nodded once, a tiny smirk in your direction as he stood, walking out of the room with the cat.

Remus finally turned, pouring the steaming water into the mug. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“I know.”

He was quiet, filling the mug and then letting it sit for a moment as the tea leaves steeped.

You watched him for a second. “You’ve been missing meetings.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“With who?”

He huffed a sigh in frustration. “Nobody. You know that.”

“You’re acting like you have something to hide. How am I supposed to know?”

“You should know because I…” he shook his head, cutting himself off. “I’m not seeing anybody. I’m not even talking to anyone except for Sirius.”

“Hm,” you nodded slowly, then looked back at him, studying his face as he looked into the cup. “I’ve missed you.”

“Please don’t start.”

“You’re being a dick. We were friends first, you know? I’m allowed to miss you.”

He finally looked at you, feeling his chest compress when he met your eyes. He wanted to snark back. He wanted to push you away. Despite the guilt he felt, he didn’t want to hurt you even more. But his pull to you felt just as magnetic as ever.

“How do you not hate me?”

“Probably because I love you.”

He shook his head. “Don’t say that.”

“Quit trying to tell me what to do,” you shot back. “Trust me, if I could stop, I would.”

He frowned, looking back at his cup of tea, wishing he could drown in it. His jaw clenched, his head shaking softly again.

“Darling…”

“You said you didn’t want me,” you uttered quietly.

“No, I didn’t.”

“You may as well have.”

“I don’t want to lose you. There’s a difference.”

“That’s fucking ridiculous, and you know it.”

He sighed. “How? You’re… you’re everything. You’re brilliant and beautiful and kind and… and I don’t deserve someone like you.”

“Why do you have to insist on–” you stop, groaning in annoyance. “I can’t keep arguing about this. Why can’t you just trust me?”

“It’s not you I don’t trust. It’s myself.”

“You’re so dramatic,” I roll my eyes. 

“No, I’m not. I’m being–”

“Sirius told me about you breaking his lamp. That’s drama.”

His cheeks went pink. “I only did that because you stormed out on me!”

“Yeah, because you all but told me you would never be with me!”

“I told you I loved you!”

“No, you didn’t. I said you didn’t and you said ‘I do’. That’s not the same thing as saying the words.”

“Well, I… I…”

You stared at him, waiting for him to continue. He blinked, staring at you with wide eyes.

“I love you.”

You all but gasped with the breath you sucked in, your stomach fluttering as his eyes were still glued to yours.

“Remus…”

“The meeting is starting soon,” he said, abandoning his tea on the counter as he started to move towards the door of the kitchen.

“Please don't do this again,” you begged, grabbing his arm. “Please. Stop running.”

“Baby, I can’t look at you without wanting you in every way possible. Please don’t make this harder for me.”

“You just said you love me. Just let me believe that’s true.”

He shook his head, turning to you fully. “It is true.”

“Why are you trying to leave again, then? Stop doing that to me.”

“I– I already told you. I can’t lose you.”

“The only way you’ll lose me is by pushing me away like this,” you said, voice raised in frustration. “We already did this once, Remus, and then you avoided me for a month. Don’t do that again.”

“You don’t understand what this is for me–”

“Then make me understand.”

He let out a shaky breath, his eyes drawing all over your face for a few moments as you waited with baited breath for him to say anything. He went over every possible response in his head, but only one won out.

You shuddered a breath against him as his lips suddenly met yours in a kiss that was far more hungry than the one you’d shared last time you were together. His arms went around your waist, pulling you tightly into his chest, his grip possessive and needy. His tongue pushed into your mouth, leaving you whining softly, your hands in his hair.

“Don’t ever tell me I don’t love you,” he muttered against your lips as he broke away for a moment. “Or that I don’t want you. I want you more than anything.”

“Then have me,” you whispered back.

He stared at you, his eyes hooded and focused in on your lips. Though, you were both taken out of it as you heard Dumbledore’s muffled voice calling the Order meeting to start.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, head dropping against his shoulder.

He took a few deep breaths, stroking your hair softly. “We should go.”

“I know.”

“We can… We can talk about this later…”

You looked up at him. “You have to promise you won’t run again. Actually listen to me this time. I don’t want to argue.”

“Baby.” He frowned a little.

“Please, Remus. You can’t kiss me like that and expect me to be content with friendship.”

“I–”

“Just promise you’ll listen this time.”

“O-okay. Okay, fine,” he nodded. “Promise.”

You stared for another few seconds before nodding as well. You then broke away, intending on going to the meeting, though not before he grabbed your arm, pulling you into one more kiss. His lips moved against yours softly, but certainly not lacking passion. It only lasted for fifteen seconds before he pulled away again.

“Okay,” he whispered. “Okay, we can go now.”

You nodded, hoping you’d be able to pull yourself together enough to not be a flustered mess through the meeting. Though, you were certain by Sirius’s shit-eating grin when you’d both walked in that he knew within milliseconds. The bastard.

The meeting felt excruciatingly long, your gaze frequently being drawn to Remus who looked as calm and cool as ever. Also a bastard.

It wasn’t until you were back at Remus’s home, however, that you really started feeling the nerves kick in. You were in the living room, in the spot you’d always sit in, waiting for him to bring the tea. You stared hard at the coasters on the coffee table that hadn’t moved since the first time you’d ever been in the room. Now, though, you felt compelled as you leaned forward, pushing them a little closer together.

He came out a few minutes later, glancing down at the coasters, noticing their new position. He smiled a little to himself, though didn’t say anything as he sat down the mugs of tea. But this time, instead of sitting with you, he went to get a book from his shelf. You watched curiously as he browsed, searching seemingly for a specific book.

“What are you looking for?”

“Hold on.”

You chuckled softly. “Pardon me for the impatience.”

He shook his head, the ghost of a smile on his lips. He finally pulled out a book. “Ah.”

“Which one is that?” you asked as he came to sit next to you, closer than usual. 

He flipped through the pages, looking for one in particular.

“Here it is,” he said at last, showing the page to you. “Do you remember this?”

You nodded. “Of course I do. It's the first thing I ever read to you here.”

“It is.” He nodded, reading over it. “I… This line, here. The underlined one…”

“‘If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving one be me’,” you read from the book. 

“If you can believe it… I was convinced I loved you then. I was sure you’d never feel the same. And then… Then I found out you did. It terrifies me.”

“It terrifies you that I love you?”

He nodded, looking directly at you. “You’re too good for me. You have to know that.”

“Stop saying that.”

“It’s true.”

“No, it’s not.”

“It is,” he replied softly, bringing a hand up to your cheek. “It is true. And you can believe it isn’t all you want, but–”

“Stop. Please.”

“You need to understand.”

“I understand that you think you’re some kind of monster. I understand that you’re scared. What you need to understand is that I don’t care about any of that,” you say softly. “Remus… You’re right that it would be hard to be together sometimes, with everything going on. I could go be with someone who’d be easier to be with, but I don’t want anybody else. Hell, I worked day and night just to develop a potion because I knew it would help you.”

“Why are you so insistent on being with me?”

“Because you’re everything to me.”

He let out a soft breath. “You’re foolish.”

“And you’re a little bitch sometimes, but I love you anyways,” you tease, reaching up to hold his wrist as his hand stayed on your cheek. 

He scoffed a laugh. “You’ve been spending too much time with Sirius.”

“You were ignoring me for weeks. I had to hang out with someone.”

His smile faded. “I thought you hated me.”

“I could never.”

He took in a breath. “If… If you want this… like, really want this with me… you have to know that I can’t give you a peaceful life.”

“But will you love me?”

“Of course.”

“That’s enough.”

He swallowed down a lump in this throat. “It’s not always enough to just have love.”

“It will be, though. You’re kind, loyal, smart. Not to mention handsome,” you smile a little, as does he, his cheeks a little pink. “Whatever comes with being with you… I want it. All of it.”

“You don’t–”

“You all but told me you wouldn’t be with me, and you were still all I could think of after the fact. You have me already, Remus. You know that. I’m not going to shy away now.”

“You have me, too. In an iron grip, apparently.”

You laugh a little. “I don’t care what goes wrong. There’s far too much that’s right, and no matter how foolish you think that is, I think you’re ten times more dumb for trying to ignore that.”

He shook his head. “I… absolutely adore you.”

“Is that you saying you want this?”

“It’s me saying that you’ve somehow changed my mind. I think you’ve hexed me.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

He smiled. “Can’t help it. Most beautiful woman in the world is in front of me, you can’t expect me to be thinking clearly.”

You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He kissed back, just as gently, resting both of his hands on your cheeks.

“You moved the coasters closer,” he whispered.

“I did.”

“The tea is still hot.”

“It is,” you replied, raising a brow.

He sucked in a breath, eyes falling down and over your form. “So… we have some time before it cools off.”

The faintest smirk crept onto your face. “We do.”

Sunlight streamed in the room at sunrise, falling on two full, cold cups of tea, matching coasters, and a still-open book.

[miyuhpapayuh]

magic numbers.

The sound of faint snores mix in with the infomercials that have been playing on a constant loop, about an hour and a half after they’d finally fallen asleep.

Although the couch isn’t the most comfortable spot to lay one’s head, the pair seemed to be content.

Mya's slumped over Isaiah's lap, while he wakes up with a stiff crook in the side of his neck.

Beginning to readjust his position, he looks down at Mya, still half asleep across his lap. His brows immediately furrow, before he remembers them crashing after their comfort show marathon.

Slightly shaking her, he calls out her name.

“Mya.. Mya.”

“Mmh,”

She abruptly sits up, making him flinch. She looks at him with wide eyes, blinking them a few times.

His immediate reaction was to chuckle.

“Are you okay?” He asks, as she rubs her eyes.

She takes a moment to laugh at herself before speaking.

“Yeah– yeah, I’m good.”

“Sorry, I don’t know why I jumped up like that.”

“It’s okay. We found ourselves in a pretty compromising position, huh?” He cracks.

“Did we…” she trails off, staring at his own clueless gaze.

“Nahh.. I don’t think we’d be fully clothed.” He laughs.

“Good point.” She pulls her hair away from her face, hoping it doesn’t look as crazy as she thinks.

“What time is it?” He asks, finally stretching out.

“Uh,” she stares at the blue digital clock beside her tv, “a little after eight.”

He nods. “You wanna get breakfast?”

“You know, I never turn down food. I’d love to.”

“Great. Ima head home and shower, then I’ll come back.”

“Okay,” her voice comes out small as he leans in to kiss her.

She couldn’t lie and say he didn’t make her nervous. But, it was a good kind of nervous.

“I’ll walk you to the door.”

Opening it up, she recoils from the sudden chill of the early September wind.

“This weather is so bipolar.”

“Indeed. I’ll hurry back.”

He hops inside his truck and pulls out of the driveway. She scurries back inside, closing and locking the door behind herself.

After a hot shower and hygiene routine, Mya heads into her room and rummages through her top drawer, pulling out a lavender cropped sweater, pairing it with her black spandex pants and her nude slip-on sandals.

She pulls her hair up into a messy bun, before heading downstairs to answer the door.

Yet, it's her mother.

“Mama,” she excitedly greets her with frightened eyes, as they embrace in a well deserved hug.

“Let me in, child. It’s nippy out here!”

Moving into the house, Mya's stomach does a somersault.

“I know I didn’t call before I came, but it’s been a minute since I’ve been here!” She exclaims, turning back to her daughter. “Were you headed out? You look pretty!”

“Thanks, mama,” she smiles, “and I was, actually. Isaiah’s taking me to breakfast.”

“Oh?! So he should be here, shortly, huh? I finally get to meet this young man.” She says as she sits on the arm of the couch.

“Ma, please don’t embarrass me.”

“I would never do such a thing!” She gasps at the allegation, to which Mya responds with a tilt of her head.

“Do you remember when I dated Aaron? You told that boy that I wet the bed until I was eight!”

“Because, his mother told me that he wet the bed until he was thirteen! I thought it was a bonding moment for you two.”

“You gotta be joking.” She shakes her head.

“Honey, you were in junior high. You’re grown, now, I’ll keep my embarrassing stories to myself.” She holds her hands up.

“You say that like it was character development or something!” She irritably responds, to which her mother laughs.

“I’m sorry! You guys did date for a while, though.”

“Yeah. He probably felt bad for me, since my mom’s crazy.”

Before she could utter a rebuttal, another knock sounded at the door. Her heart drops into her ass.

“I’m begging you.”

“Girl, open the door, already.” She says, shooing her toward it.

Sighing, Mya pulls the door back open to see Isaiah, clad in all black, with a rose in his hand.

“You and these flowers,” she smiles, pulling him in for a hug and a kiss, taking the flower from him.

“You know I can’t show up, empty handed. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long. You look beautiful.”

“It’s okay, and thank you. I’ve actually got someone that I’d love for you to meet.” They head inside, over to where her mother is patiently waiting to be introduced.

“Isaiah, this is my mama. Ma, this is Isaiah.” They shake hands.

“It’s very nice to meet you, ma’am. I’ve heard so much about you.” He says.

“As I have about you! This girl’s very fond of you.”

He smiles. “I’m very fond of her, too.”

She glances in Mya’s direction, wiggling her brows before turning her attention back to him. Mya blushes, sitting her rose on the coffee table.

“How’d you two meet?”

“That story’s actually kinda funny. We’d previously seen each other in the break room, but I didn’t really know what to say.”

“Why not?” She questions, making Mya curious as well.

“She’s really pretty, and it made me nervous.” He admits, making Mya's jaw drop a bit.

“She was walking down the hall and someone was carrying this huge poster board. I pulled her back, before it knocked her down. I think she said I saved her life.” He jokes, earning a slap on the arm.

“Shut up,” Mya giggles.

“How cute is that!” Her mother coos, before standing to her feet. “Well, I’ll let you two get on with your day. It was a pleasure to meet you, handsome.” She holds her hand out, again.

“Pleasure’s all mine.” He covers her hand with both of his, smiling.

“Hope to see you again soon! Treat my baby well!”

“Yes ma'am!”

“Thanks for stopping by, ma. I’ll call you later.” The two step towards the door, hugging one another before she leaves.

“Love you!”

“Love you, too!” She waves, before closing the door.

Isaiah walks the short distance to her, his arm wrapping itself around her waist.

“You look so pretty. I say that already?”

“You did,” she giggles, “I feel like I haven't addressed how good you look, though.”

“Ah, thank you babygirl.” He kisses her cheek before she moves to grab her jacket.

“Anytime, handsome. Where are we going?”

“There’s this place on central ave, it’s called Snooze. I’ve never been, but I heard it’s really good. It’s got those mimosas that the girls be talkin’ bout— by girls, I mean Jane.” Mya laughs, pulling him towards the door.

“Come on, you dork.”

Taking their seats at the colorful bar, they scoot in close and hang their jackets on the back of their chairs.

“Hey, guys! I’m Amber, I’ll be your server this mornin’. Can I get y’all started with some drinks?”

“Hm.. I think I wanna try the boozy blackberry mint lime-made. It sounds good!” Mya says. The waitress immediately nods.

“One of my favorites. It’s kinda strong, but it’s delicious.”

“Ooh, I can’t wait.” She dances in her seat, looking over at Isaiah, who’s already shaking his head at her.

“I’ll take an iced tea. One of us has to be sober, right?” He cracks.

“I suppose.” The waitress jokes, making Mya laugh. “I’ll be right back with those.”

“So, I’m the only one having fun, today?” She asks.

“Nah, my entertainment is you, baby.” He fondly pats her knee.

She blushes. “You’re so sweet.”

“Anything for you.” He winks.

“It was nice meeting your mom,” he continues, “I gotta get my two favorite ladies together now, too.”

“Yeah! I’d love to meet the woman that birthed my favorite man.”

His cheeks warm at the sentence.

“It’s cute, when you steal my words and use them on me.”

“I think so, too.” They share a kiss, just as the drinks come.

“Oh, I just love the affection!” The waitress coos. “You cuties need a couple minutes to look over the menu?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Alright, I’ll be right over here!” She points to a spot at the other end of the bar.

Mya grabs her menu, scanning the many delicious options it has to offer. “I think… I want French toast.”

“I think I’ll get the same. I’ve got a bit of a sweet tooth, today.”

“You do, huh?”

“I do, I do.”

She giggles, taking a sip of her drink. Her eyes immediately widened.

“What? Strong like she said?” He asks.

“Yeah, but it’s really good!” She whisper-yells, making him chuckle.

“I’m glad you like it.”

Their waitress comes back and takes their orders, leaving them to their semi-serene moment in the midst of the chatter, on either side of and behind them. Their eyes rest on the television above, showing a rerun of a college basketball game.

“I swear, every place like this plays the same channel.” Mya says, still sipping on her drink.

“Either this or SportCenter.” Isaiah snorts. His arm now draped around her frame.

She fidgets, before relaxing against him.

“Can I tell you something?” She asks, her eyes still on the tv.

“Of course.”

“You make me just a tad bit nervous, sometimes.” Her voice comes out small, again.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t take it the wrong way,” she looks in his direction. “Have you ever liked someone so much, the amount of butterflies in your stomach just kinda scare you?”

His frown slowly turns up, easing her increased heart rate. “Yeah. I know what you mean.”

“That’s how I feel about you… if you didn’t guess it, by now.” She slides a nagging curl behind her ear, staring down at their intertwined fingers.

“I know we say it a lot.. but, it feels nice to say it to someone who feels the same way. You know?”

“Now, I really really really like you,” he says, making her giggle and swat at him as he presses endless pecks to her cheek.

“That’s a lot of really’s. It might turn into something else.” She teases.

“I ain't scared.” He shrugs.

“Neither am I.”

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A full belly and two more mimosas later, Mya’s in the middle of telling Isaiah, yet another random thought that’s buzzing around in her tipsy mind.

“The media’s full of shit, I’m telling you. They get in everybody’s business and start stirrin’ shit up. Just like white people,” she whispers, but it comes out louder than intended, while he chokes on his laughter.

“For real, ‘saiah. Every “downfall” is probably nothing more than a fluke that gets muddled through the pipelines of a group of greedy bastards that need a way to make extra cash. Taking pictures of famous people gotta bring more than bacon to the table.”

“I agree with you. You can see it blatantly through the fan bases of certain people.” He adds.

“Exactly!—Ugh, don’t get me started!” She waves her hand, sticking her fork into the honeydew that was left on her plate. He laughs again, thoroughly  entertained.

“Want some?” She asks.

“I’ve never had it. Is it good?”

Mya sits up, a look of disbelief coloring her face.

“What— a southern man like yourself has never had honeydew?? Have you at least tried cantaloupe?”

He laughs at her expression. “You’re very animated. It’s funny— but, yes, I’ve had cantaloupe before. It’s not my favorite, and I guess that discouraged me to try anything else like it. It just never seemed appealing to me.” He responds.

“Do you wanna try it? In my opinion, it’s sweeter than cantaloupe. I don’t like that shit either.” Her face holds a slight mean mug.

“I’ve got nothin’ to lose, right?”

“I don't think so!” she laughs. “You don’t have to try it.”

“Nah, I’ll try it.” He shrugs. “C’mere.”

“Huh?”

“Huh?” He mocks, beckoning her with a single finger in his direction. “Come here.”

“I almost channeled my inner Mercedes, and chin checked you.” She says, before holding the fork in his direction.

He scoffs, “abuse in public? How rude.”

“The waitresses’ll back me up.” She looks in their direction, making them laugh and give her a thumbs up.

“That’s cold, ladies.” He chuckles, before finally taking a bite.

She studies his expression as he chews. “You like it?”

“It’s better than what I was expecting.” He responds as she nods.

She swipes her thumb over his bottom lip, catching the excess juice from the fruit before licking it off.

“Mm,”

His brows raise as she turns away from him, hiding the grin on her face. His subtle laugh makes it worse.

“Guess three’s your magic number too, huh?” He asks.

She playfully cuts her eyes at him, folding her hands in her lap.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He laughs.

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“Thanks for breakfast,” Mya says, twirling her keys in her hand as they stand in front of her door. “I enjoyed myself.”

“As did I.” He smiles. “We gotta keep you away from the bubbles, though.” He jokes.

“Don’t do me!” she rolls her eyes. “Three’s our magic number, remember?”

“Our, huh?”

Her eyes roll back, once more. “Shut up.”

“You got it.” Their lips meet, catching her off guard as his hands find her waist.

A sort of laughing sigh leaves her as their lips mold together. Her hands find the sides of his face.

He pulls her closer to him as he tugs on her bottom lip. A slight moan leaves her.

Resting her hand against his chest, she sighs.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, pulling away.

“I really like you, and I don’t wanna do what I always do in these situations.”

“What do you always do in situations like this?” He asks.

“Something I’m sure I wouldn’t regret..” she briefly looks up at him, his expression making her avert her gaze as her face grows hot.

“It’s okay. I wouldn’t regret it, either.” He says, pulling her gaze back to him. “But if you’re not ready, we don’t have to go there.”

But, I am ready!!!!!

Suppressing her urge, she nods. “I— I might be a little too drunk for this conversation.”

A mutual laugh carries through the wind. Still wrapped in each other’s arms, they kiss once more and part ways.

“I’ll call you later.” He promises, hopping into his truck, not driving off til she made it inside.

Pulling her jacket off, she sighs and plops down on the couch. Turning the tv on, another episode of Living Single plays, making her groan.

“Ugh!” she lays on top of the pillows, frowning as his scent hits her nose. She groans all over again.

Her phone begins to ring. Leaning up to grab it out of her jacket, Cedes💘 flashes across her screen.

Laying back down, she answers the FaceTime call.

“Hey, girl.”

“Ew, what’s wrong?” She asks, taking in her friend’s distressed expression.

“I’m just losing my mind. Nothing serious.”

“Wha– girl, what’s going on?”

“I almost threw caution to the wind!” She palms her face. 

Mercedes already knowing what she meant, her face lights up like a Christmas tree.

“Ooooh, you and swole arms ‘bout got it on?!”

“Yes,” she whines, her face still covered by her hand. “I was so close.”

“What happened??”

“We fell asleep on the couch last night and I woke up in his lap. I almost jumped out of my body, because I thought we did something, and then I felt stupid ‘cause we were still fully clothed.”

Mercedes starts laughing, catching a mean glare in return.

“Hey, someone’s gotta tease you for that! I know he didn’t.”

“No, he’s a sweetheart, unlike you, you imp.” She rolls her eyes.

“Anyway, he took me to breakfast and I didn’t even get to my second mimosa before I started telling too much.”

“Oh, girl. You know liquor is not your friend!”

“I know, but I’m always up for a good time! And he didn’t seem to mind, which made me even more comfortable and I just really like him.”

“Then, what’s the problem?”

I don’t wanna give it up and be lonely again.” She frowns.

“Oh, honey.” Mercedes’ expression mirrors that of her friend’s.

“Listen. I’ve only met him once and I immediately knew that he wasn’t the type of man to just screw around. He genuinely likes you. All of you! The things that we tease you for, he finds adorable. The things you don’t like about yourself, he admires. Y’all might not be in love or anything, but the feelings that’re there are mutual. I know you’ve gotta see it for yourself and know that he’s worth it, but I promise you won’t get left. I’d kill him, either way.” She winks, making Mya crack a smile.

“Thank you, girl. I just have so much baggage still. Literal ptsd from his crazy ass.”

“I'm still mad you didn't let me whoop his ass, but jail will do! For now, anyway.”

“You know I can't live right if you’re locked up!”

“I know, I know. At least you know I got your back.”

“I do, I do.” She smiles. “Thanks for calling. I really needed to get that off me.”

“That’s what I’m here for!! Besides getting on you and aunt Savannah’s nerves!”

“You know that’s the only reason she gave you the job, right?” Mya jokes.

“You just wait til I see you. We’ll see if Isaiah saves you from my foot like he did that poster board.”

“Shut the fuck up! Bye! Love you!”

“Love you, too!” She blows a kiss before hanging up.

She sits her phone down on the coffee table, before turning her attention to the screen. Eventually, she dozed off.

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Isaiah sits across from his sister, Sabrina, currently talking her head off about his new favorite girl.

“She’s so beautiful, man.” He sighs. “I’m not even talking about her face anymore. Just her, in general. I’ve never seen someone wear their heart on their sleeve like her and be so proud about it.”

Sabrina smiles. “Sounds a lot like someone I know. Maybe, she’s been through shit too, ‘saiah.”

“Yeah, we’ve talked about it briefly. She’s definitely got scars. But, you wouldn’t know it by being around her. She’s a light.”

“You sound head over heels, over there!”

He rubs the back of his neck. “I just might be.”

Her eyes widened at his confession.

“Well, now I’ve got to meet her! But, wait..” she pauses, leaning forward on the table. “This ain’t another Janae situation, is it?”

“No, mama.” The scrunch is his expression making her laugh. “It’s not.”

“Hey, I’m just making sure! That girl had you runnin’ behind her like a lost puppy, out here.”

He sighs. “Can we change the subject, please? That was a long time ago.”

“Okay, my bad. When do I get to meet your girlfriend?”

“She's not my girlfriend.. yet. When’s the next time you’re free?”

“Hm. Next Wednesday. You guys should come to my job on your lunch break!”

“Alright, I’ll set it up.” He stands up from his seat to hug her, “tell Elijah I’ll be in the car.”

“Where y’all goin’?”

“Tuxedo shopping. I’ve gotta look my best at the Gold Ball,” he fixes his imaginary tie, making his sister laugh.

“Oh boy, I hate I’m gonna miss that.”

“Don’t be a hater all your life, okay?”

Grabbing an apple, she tosses it near his head. His left hand reached out just in time, catching the shiny red fruit.

“Of course, you caught it.” Their younger brother says as he rounds the corner.

“Yeah, him and those crazy fast reflexes. I almost had him, too!” She scowls.

“Better luck, next time.” Isaiah says, turning towards his brother. “You ready to go, man?”

“Yep. You lettin’ me drive?”

“Hell no. C’mon.” He says, before heading out the door.

The snickers from his sister turns him back toward her, a similar scowl on his own face. “Really?”

“Better luck, next time.” She mocks, waving him goodbye as he flips her off.

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Standing inside Bailey Brothers’ clothing store, Isaiah browses the expansive collection. His brother, Elijah, trails behind, half listening as he asks for color suggestions.

“I don't know.. wear red.”

“Too bright.”

“Burgundy?” He asks,  looks up from his phone.

“Mm. Maybe.”

Stopping in front of a mannequin, his interest is finally piqued.

“Man, this is a nice suit.”

A Lugard original.

Splashes of cream, maroon and champagne blend beautifully with the help of a metallic overlay for the suit jacket. A burgundy, double breasted cross cut waistcoat, shirt, tie and matching trousers.

“Try it on, man.” His brother nods, sliding his phone into his pocket and pulling over an associate to assist his brother.

Stepping out of the dressing room, he pans around. “What do you think?”

“I don’t like the jacket. It’s too bright,” he chuckles, “the rest of it is sweet, though.”

He sighs. “I can’t buy the suit without the jacket, man.”

“Do you like it?”

“I did, no thanks to you.”

Elijah rolls his eyes.

“Call your girl and ask her opinion or something. We’ve been in here for almost an hour, man.”

“My fault, I'm holding you up? Somewhere you gotta be?” He sarcastically asks.

“Whatever. Ima go check in with Charlie.” He says, before leaving out.

“Of course you are.” He scoffs, before pulling out his phone to facetime Mya, who answers on the third ring.

“Hey, ‘saiah.” Her smile is big, matching his own.

“Hey, beautiful. How’d you sleep?”

She laughs, wiping the crud out of her eye. “Like a baby. What’s up?”

“I need help picking out a tuxedo for the ball.”

“Aww, you want my help??” She squeals.

“Of course. My brother wanted to tag along, but he just left me to go flirt with the girls at the bar, across the way.”

Mya snickers.

“Oh boy. Well, have you tried anything on, yet?”

“I’ve got one on, right now. Hold on.” Finding a small table, he props the phone up and takes a couple steps back as he fits into the frame.

“I like it!”

“You do??”

“I do! Red might be your color, instead of mine. Only thing.. I’m not too crazy about the jacket.”

“It’s too bright, huh?”

“I was thinking shiny in my head, but that works too.” She nods.

“Alright, let’s try another.”

Sliding into an Italian, black velvet-soaked suit, he turns towards the mirror, straightening the matching scarf tie.

“I don’t know how I feel about this one.” He says, glancing over at the phone. Mya looks up her binder.

“Let me see.”

Moving back into the frame, he pans around as she gets a good look. She chews on her nail.

“I like this one, better than the other one.” She says. “Black looks good on you, too. And, it’s velvet! You can’t go wrong, there.”

“Even with the scarf tie? It doesn’t look weird?”

“Not to me– do you like it?”

“I mean, it’s cool. I’m not crazy about it.” He shrugs, still adjusting the suit, unbuttoning the jacket and buttoning it back. Moving the scarf around, even switching it out with the bow tie option.

“I can see that. You want something colorful?”

“I do, yeah. I’m just not seeing a color that’s really doin’ it for me. The first suit was cool, but I don’t wanna stick out like a sore thumb in a ‘shiny’ jacket, either.”

“They’d never forget you!” She cracks, making him chuckle. “But, just because I don’t like it, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t wear it.”

“You’re right.” He disappears momentarily, before reappearing back in his own clothes. Grabbing the phone up from the table, he heads out of the dressing room and back onto the floor, searching for another suit.

“Alright, I’ll try one more and then I’m giving up!” He dramatically announces. She rolls her eyes.

“Isaiah, you’re a drama queen, sometimes.”

He scoffs, further proving her point. “I should hang up on you.”

“Who else is gonna watch you play dress up, boo?” She tilts her head at the same time that he looks back down at the screen, making them both laugh.

“Good point.”

“I know it.” She looks back at her notes, scribbling a couple of things down, as well as doodling all over her page.

“I’ve got another idea for the office!”

“I see you writing away, over there. Lay it on me.”

“It’s just little things that I’ve been thinking about— like, marble floors could be cool! Rounding off the tops of the archways, I didn’t wanna call ‘em door spaces,” she laughs. “It makes the building look taller.”

“I think it all sounds really cool, babe. You got visuals?”

“Thank you! And yes, the internet was my friend, today!” She exclaims. “I’ve created a folder on my laptop for it and everything.”

“I wanna see,” he says, still skimming through the suits.

“Want me to come over, later?” She asks. “We can order a pizza and I can show you all of my ideas!” She cheeses.

He swoons at the sight.

“Sounds like a plan, babygirl.”

“Great. Still looking?”

“I think.. I found the perfect one.” He says, and for the first time since he’s been on the phone, she can hear the excitement in his tone. It makes her excited, as well.

After calling the associate over, heading back into the dressing room, undressing and redressing in the suit, he takes a look in the mirror.

He snaps his fingers. “This is it.”

“Let me see! Let me see!” She yells.

He stands back in front of the camera, doing another spin. She immediately nods, clapping her hands.

Another all black suit, tailored just right to his muscled build, a red pocket square and matching tie to set it off.

“Wow. That’s absolutely the one. I like the style of the pants, very 70’s flare!”

“Yeah, I like that too!”

“Mmhm, it looks really good on you.” She swoons, placing her chin in the palm of her hand.

His own face runs hot underneath her gaze. “Thank you, pretty.”

“You’re welcome. Glad I could help.”

“I appreciate you. I’ll see you later?” His tone was full of hope, even though she’d already made plans to do so.

“You’ll see me later,” she smiles.

“Good.”

“Now, buy the suit and go wrangle your brother from those girls.” She laughs. He sucks his teeth.

“Kid’s gonna be the death of me, I swear. But, alright. I’ll let you get back to your notes.”

“Alright.” She blows him a kiss. He catches it in his hand, sticking it in the suit’s breast pocket.

She giggles as he explains that it’s for good luck, before they finally end their conversation.

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Standing inside of Windsor, Mya's friends, sister and mama help her pick through her options for the gold ball. 

“What about this one? I think it’s cute.”

The Valdrin Sahiti ivory gown with its spaghetti straps and deep enough v-cut, beaded silhouette and ostrich feather train made her feel ethereal.

The feedback made her feel even better.

“Wow! We have to look at more dresses after this one??” Mercedes asks.

“It’s very beautiful, I agree.” Her mother chimes in. “The cut is even tasteful.”

“I love this color on you, honestly. It makes you pop!” Gina says, making Taylor agree.

“Pick this one!”

“Well, there’s another one I wanna try, before I settle! But, I really really like this one, too!”

Stepping off the platform, she rushes into the dressing room to try the other one on, with the help of the lovely associate.

“Okay, here’s the second option!”

Stepping back out, the collective gasp lets her know that she’d, indeed, saved the best for last.

“Wow! Never mind. This is the one!” Gina exclaims.

A brown and purple mosaic style ensemble, this time from Mirror Palais. Silky with a small train for drama, complete with the back out.

“Wow,” her mother exclaims.

“Get this one,” they say in unison.

“I knew this would get y'all!”

“Mmhm. Somebody ain’t gon’ know how to act when he sees this dress.” Mercedes says, snickering to herself.

“Mercedes, please.” Mya laughs, heading back into the dressing room to put her clothes back on. Her brash friend comes with.

“What?! Am I lying??”

“Not necessarily, but shh.” She hints at her mother. “She’ll get wind of him going, and start badgering me about that, on top of asking me why I didn’t tell her!”

“You’re right, my bad.” She apologizes, helping her place the dress in its garment bag. “I’m just so excited for him to see you!”

“Ugh, you should see what he’s wearing.”

“Ooh, you got a picture?”

“I took a screenshot while we were on the phone, earlier.” She goes searching for the picture, squealing as she comes back across it.

Taylor pushes the curtain to the dressing room back, as she steps in. “I heard squealing and I didn’t wanna miss whatever’s going on!”

“Look!” She shows her friends a candid of Isaiah in his burnt orange ensemble.

“Wow!”

“I know!!”

She stares at the picture with them, completely in awe of how good he looks.

A heavenly sigh comes from her lips, making them giggle.

“Sorry, let me put this away.” She snaps out of it, sliding her phone into her sweats.

“Can I ask you something?” Taylor says, sitting on a stool.

“Sure, wassup?”

“I know y’all got a lil hot on your porch, but do you think it’ll go beyond that? Especially, y’all being so attracted to each other?”

Pausing before answering, she sticks her head out, finding her mom and sister by the entrance. She closes the curtain and starts spilling.

“It’s complicated, honestly. Like, I’d love to jump that man’s bones— I’d love to. But, it’s so much more important to me that I get to know him. He’s just so fun to be around— to talk to! The men I’ve come across didn’t even know my favorite color, nor did they care about my random facts, you know? I really, really, really like him. Plus, I’ve got emotional damage to lay to rest, before I have sex, again. That’s not a smart idea.” She explains.

Her friends take in her words, understanding where she’s coming from. They both give her a much needed hug, almost making her cry.

“We love you, girl.”

“You better never forget it, either.”

“I love you guys, too.” She sniffles, as they pull away. She grabs the garment bag and they all regroup to checkout.

“Thanks for finally helping me choose a dress. I can now relax!”

They all hug and part ways for the night.

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Her binder, folder and laptop take up half of the spacious coffee table that Isaiah owns, while the pizza boxes take up the rest.

“Okay, what about marble counters instead of marble floors?” She asks.

“I liked it for the floors, honestly. You think it might be too much?”

“I don’t know… maybe? We could always make the floors a solid color like black or even chocolate!”

“That’s an idea, yeah!” He nods, laughing as she writes it down.

“What about the pastel idea you were telling me about, a couple days ago?” He asks. “Did you trash that one?”

“No, no! I like that idea, too!” She looks between her notes and the goofy expression on his face, sighing.

“Okay, okay. I obviously need to hone in on a color scheme.”

“You think?”

“Listen, I didn’t come over here to get chastised for being scatterbrained, alright?” She pokes his chest.

“I’m just playing.” He chuckles. “Maybe.”

“And that’s exactly why you can’t see my gown, until the night of the ball.”

He kisses his teeth. “Who do you think you are, Cinderella?”

“Of course not! I’m cooler than her. I’m me.” She says, matter-of-factly.

He snickers, watching her type away on her laptop.

“The pastels make more sense for the type of place we work at,” she starts. “But, wouldn’t it be fun to shake shit up??”

“Of course, it would! The rustic, barrel club chairs and the teardrop chandeliers that you mentioned earlier, was something I’d never thought of seeing at work. That’d be dope!”

She stops typing to glance in his direction. “Yeah?”

“Yeah!” He nudges her side. “Me being somewhat of a “handyman”, myself. I could always help you install those.”

“You really wanna help me with all of this?”

“Yeah! You’ve got me excited about all of it. I figure, you can use all the hands you can get, right?”

“That’s very true. I’ll definitely have a full schedule, once I start this thing.” She sighs, cracking her knuckles before looking at him.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being you.”

Like clockwork, his face runs warm from her words.

“Anytime.” His grin widened.

Knowing she could spend an eternity staring at him, she drops her gaze back to her laptop, clearing her throat.

“Okay. Last call, I suppose. Pastels or neutrals?”

“I vote for neutrals, but it only matters what you think. It’s your project.”

“Nope, you wanna help me, so it’s your project too, now.” She points out.

“You got me, there.” She laughs, closing her laptop, along with her binder and folder.

“I’m gonna call it, cause I’m tired of looking at all of this. Have you packed for the trip?”

“Yeah, I finished up yesterday. What about you?”

“Almost. I just need a rollaway case for my dress, so it doesn’t get smushed.”

“Understandable. I had to purchase a foldable bag for my suit. It’s actually pretty convenient.”

“I didn’t even know they made such a thing!”

“Me neither! One of the associates pointed me to it, when I was checking out.”

“Hm. How much was the suit, if you don’t mind me asking.”

“$450. Not too bad.” He answers. “How much was your dress?”

“Well, it was pretty pricey, in my opinion. I believe the total came to almost $800. I didn't even wanna really look!”

“So, this dress must be something to behold, huh?”

“You’ll find out soon.” She cheeses wide.

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it started with the rain.

it had only been a few months since their tentative partnership had begun, but viktor was beginning to recognize patterns in how jayce operated in the space. he tended to get straight to work once he entered the lab, locking into equations from the night before with nothing more than a morning greeting towards viktor. he assumes that this is a symptom of working alone for most of his life, but viktor still smiles all the same when jayce finally tears himself back an hour into the day with his questions about viktors night and plans.

he also recognized the way jayce would tap his pencil nervously against the desk when storms rolled by occasionally; the cracking of lighting would halt the motions, jayce counting under his breath until the accompanying thunder let him relax.

“these storms are quite ferocious today,” viktor mused one day.

jayce was quiet, eventually mumbling, “i can’t think when it’s like this, the constant noise drowns out so much of my thinking process.” he rubbed the bridge of his nose. “i never liked the rain anyway, who likes when its cold and wet outside? ruins your shoes, keeps you damp for hours…”

he trailed off, before seemingly realizing he was going off on a tangent. viktor watched as a pleasant blush crossed his cheeks.

“i agree, the rain is a menace to my joints.” viktor rubbed his knee. “it makes traveling to the lab take longer. if only heimerdinger would let us bring samples back to our dorms…”

and with that, the conversation shifted and viktor watched jayce relax his shoulders, bringing up the one time he let the fire alarm go off from an unattended beaker. jayce laughed with his entire body and viktor thought the warm of joy suited him much better.

however, it was the first snow of the season that viktor realized something was amiss.

when they both arrived at the lab, together in the midst of a heated conversation about the length of time to observe certain samples, the cold wind had bitten their cheeks and noses to leave them red. viktor set to removing his jacket slowly, plucking gloves from his hands.

“there are not enough hours in the day,” viktor said as he gently blew warm air into his palms, “for us to dedicate all that time to simple analysis. we have the calculations necessary-“

he turned, and viktor realized jayce had taken his larger winter coat off in record time, hat and gloves also removed in a frankly terrifyingly quick manner. he even had a warm mug of something in his hands.

viktor stared, and jayce looked nervous.

“sorry, i should’ve offered you some,” he said before turning back to their small hot plate.

“its fine,” viktor replied. “i wouldnt say no to a warm drink, though. my hands need a bit of reheating.”

suddenly, jayce moved closer to viktor, cup sloshing its contents off the side in a rush of movement. in an instant, jayce was pulling viktors hands closer to himself with a worried expression on his face, eyes pinched in something that viktor could call fear.

“do your hands hurt? i have an extra pair of gloves in my desk you can use if you needor if you want to borrow my hat. there’s also a spot in the forge you could step into for a little while-“

viktor watched as jayces hands roamed his arms, as though searching all the cold spots in his body to address and eradicate. he talked a mile a minute with solutions for something as trivial as cold hands and if he didnt look so panicked, viktor would find it endearing.

but jayce didnt appear to be coy in his movements, he did not acknowledge the closeness of the two of them or the way he was cradling viktors hands to his chest like a promise.

he looked scared. he looked haunted.

“jayce,” viktor said, breaking him out of his spiel. “what has gotten into you?”

jayce looked up and into viktors eyes before embarrassment took hold and he stepped back a hair. “oh gods viktor, im… im sorry. i shouldnt have gotten so close to you like that, and i definitely shouldn’t have grabbed your hands like that.”

“its okay jayce, i forgive you.” viktor reclaimed the space lost and slowly took jayces hand, intertwining their fingers. the closeness of jayce quickly began to chase the cold away and viktor smiled softly.

“will you tell me where this came from?” viktor asked softly, still looking at their hands.

jayce was quiet for a long period of time. viktor could almost hear himself collecting his thoughts, taking in deep breaths to center himself against rising panic. this was not a jayce that viktor had met yet: one practically shaking in pent up emotion.

finally, the words came quietly. “i grew up in and around the forge. i know exactly what shade of red the metal needs to turn before it can be molded, and i know how hot something has to get to before it leaves a mark.” viktor looked up to see jayces gaze caught on the window, to the first silent drifts of snow sticking to the glass.

“my dad used to let me study in the forge with him and id always end up with some soot on my cheek no matter how clean i tried to keep, and every now and then id get a burn so bad my mom would have to wrap it.”

jayce rubbed his thumb across the side of viktors hand, where viktor felt a slight mark of raised skin from a decades old burn.

“i know the hot weather, it helps me think, it clears my head…” jayce trailed off, shoulders hunching. “but the cold… its like slow death. the heat gives you a warning before it strikes, you cant be surprised by it. it allowed my family to make its name, it can allow us to create things, things that can help people!”

the fear finds its way into his voice. “but the cold isnt like that. its slow and it drags you down, it seeps everything from you until you cant move, it tightens your lungs and bites your insides. it… it hurts.”

viktor sees tears well up in jayces eyes as he moves to once again cradle viktors hands in his own, still sharing heat with him.

“my mother almost died in a snowstorm. she was fine one second and the next… she was just in the ground and i couldnt do anything to help her. if magic hadnt come to us at that moment and saved us…”

viktors heart beat rapidly in his chest. jayce was letting him into his mind, allowing him to know a part of himself that was clearly important and fundamental to his sense of self. it made the pieces come together, of the abundance of winter gear, how quickly he was to shed his garb to not feel like he was still in that snowstorm.

“youre important to me, viktor.” jayce looked directly into his eyes. “i dont want you to feel that kind of pain, especially if i can help it.”

jayce does not know about the rattle viktor is beginning to feel in his chest or the stiffness in his back that makes some nights sleepless. he doesnt know all the quiet hurts viktor feels, not even the ache that comes from being so close to him and unable to cross the line into new territory.

what jayce does seem to know, viktor realizes, is that what they have is special. that viktor is special.

“thank you for telling me,” he says quietly with his voice barely managing not to quiver. “and thank you for the offer for the gloves. if you wouldnt mind, id like to borrow them tonight for the walk back.”

jayce smiles softly. “of course, v. anytime.”

he moves back first, back still cinched in anxiety. viktor gives jayce the space he needs, the phantom touch of his hands leaving lingering warmth behind. viktor doesnt think he will ever feel the cold in them again.

when the weather begins to settle and the snow stops falling, jayce draws himself into his work and sets about silently working on his own ideas. viktor allows him the privacy, occasionally asking questions that get short responses. and when the day is done, jayce looks about ready to pass out from exhaustion.

“walk me to my place?” viktor asks, knowing jayce will be unable to decline.

they walk together through the streets, viktors cane bearing more weight than normal. jayce has viktors coat gripped tightly and when they arrive at his doorstep, viktor stops and turns.

he smiles at jayce. “i can make us dinner, if you’d like. i remember an old zaun recipe that my father used to make that would warm us up in the cold.”

for the first time that day, jayce releases the tension in his shoulders. he smiles, and says, “that sounds great, v.”

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TAG Game

rules: tag 9 people you want to get to know better. (I'm stealing the previous poster's blurb here because it applies to me, too---it's my first time tagging you all, so if you'd prefer not be involved, please feel to ignore this/to let me know to not tag you in any future tag things.)

I was tagged by @cauchemarlena ! Thank you! These are so fun! 😁

last song: "Ship in a Bottle" by fin. It's on essentially all of my character playlists. And most of my non-character playlists, for that matter.

last show: The Mandalorian. Which was...not exactly disappointing, per se, but did feel a little directionless.

last movie: I...don't actually know? I haven't been doing a ton of movies lately. I've been more in a show/podcast mindset for a bit since those are easier to put on in the background while I do other things! I feel like the last movie may have been a nature doc, though.

currently watching: Casually rewatching my way through Pushing Daisies and Star Trek: Voyager.

currently reading: The Queen of Attolia by Megan Whalen Turner and Ancillary Justice by Ann Lecke. (And also bits and pieces of the whole Murderbot series as needed for fanfic research!)

current obsession: Murderbot, Discworld, weirdly specific journal stickers, finding moving/packing hacks for when I have to move house in a few months---those are like the top four at the moment, but it's an ever-changing carousel of obsessions.

No Pressure Tags:

@ilovedthestars @snugglyeldritchjellyfish @mortallysparklybread @opalescent-potato @halflingthief and anyone else who spots this and wants to participate.

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Nami on the brain!

[thegirlsarethriving]

just finished undertale. ok i see the vision. i now understand yall's Sans-to-Benrey obsession pipeline. and the Papyrus-to-Tommy Coolatta pipeline