#[tAP DANCES INTO THE MILKY WAY]

[sylusjinwoon]

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kiss me.

sylus x (non mc)fem.reader

{ oh, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight | lead me out on the moonlit floor | lift your open hand | strike up the band and make the fireflies dance | silver moon's sparkling | so kiss me… }

sylus was busy with meetings and deals, leaving you to fend for yourself as you kept busy while remaining safely tucked inside of his bedroom.

both luke and kieran were standing guard outside of their boss’ room, shielding you from any potential man that dared wander to your location. knowing that you were heavily guarded, you allowed yourself to relax while lazing around on his bed. sitting back against the headboard, you held a thick, leather-bound tome in your hands, reading an engrossing love story between an immortal vampire and the human woman that he loves.

completely focused on the story you were reading, you were blissfully unaware of how much time had passed, simply snacking on the charcuterie board and sandwiches the personal chef had made for you while taking sips of your red wine. you were right in the middle of your novel when the door bursts open, making your eyes go wide momentarily before relaxing.

sylus was seen taking quick strides to you, loosening his tie as his expensive dress shoes were heard tapping across the floor. “what a damn mess; how dare all of them keep me from you?”

setting aside your book, you open up your arms to sylus, allowing him to land within your embrace. he lets out a huff of your name, features already visibly relaxing when he buries his face within the curve of your neck. taking in the scent of your lavender scented shampoo, sylus lets out a sigh of relief, pressing gentle (almost reverent) kisses against your skin.

you hum while delving your fingers into his hair. “was it a long day for you?”

“hn, you have no idea how much i wanted to strangle those bastards for taking away my time with you.”

you giggle and pick up a sandwich, placing the food against sylus’s lips. with a roll of his eyes, he opens his mouth and takes a bite of it, finishing the rest of the sandwich within mere seconds. you spend the next thirty minutes or so feeding him bites of the food you were unable to finish, with sylus clearing off both full plates of food with a hearty groan.

“thank you for that; i feel much better now, my love.”

with his mood significantly improved, sylus gets off the bed and stands back to his full height. he offers his hand for you to take, and you do so with little hesitation. now within the safety of his arms, sylus twirls you around the luxurious bedroom, humming a tune before leading you toward the record player.

you watch as his long fingertips sift through the collection of records, landing on the one he was searching for before placing it on the player. the moment the needle lands on the vinyl, you heard the gentle instrumentals of a love song, giggling as sylus returns your form to his embrace.

sylus keeps your body locked in a soft and innocent dance with him, chuckling each time he hears your joyous laughter while bringing you inexplicably closer to him. you both continue dancing beneath the moonlight, not stopping until sylus takes a hold of your hand, pressing a kiss against the palm of it.

“had it not been for you, i would have fallen into darkness a long time ago.” a playful smirk graces his handsome features when he leans forward to gently bite down against the side of your hand, earning an audible gasp from you.

amused by your reaction, sylus takes a moment to delve his fingers into your hair. “i love you, more than anyone or anything else in this entire, godforsaken universe. you are what makes me whole… what makes me complete.”

you were left feeling overwhelmed with emotions for him, the love you held for him overflowing, practically brimming over your heart when you huskily whisper to him. “kiss me.”

basking in the way sylus’s breath hitches in response to your gentle command, you stand on the tip of your toes to further reach him, framing at his face while looking at him with a sense of urgency, “you mean the world to me, too… and words can never describe my love for you, so kiss me… and you’ll feel the purity of my love as well.”

sylus needed no further urging after listening to your explanations, surging forward eagerly as he takes both of your hands and places them around his neck. he calls out your name, his voice deepening further, painted with passion and adoration for you before perfectly slotting his lips against yours.

sylus’s kiss was gentle, but demanding, feeling his tongue trace around the borders of your lips, haughtily ordering entrance. with a feign sigh, you open up to him, nearly giggling when you felt just how eager he was to get a taste of you.

you close your eyes when sylus continues to deepen the kiss, letting out a soft moan as sylus growls in response. the way your body kept trembling while trapped in his kiss and embrace was almost too much for you, which in turn made you break from the kiss first in response.

taking deep breaths, you did your best to catch your breath-

yet sylus wasn’t having any of this. instead of giving you a moment to breathe, sylus keeps on chasing your lips, keeping you against him with your lips locked together with him. this uncharacteristic urgency makes you giggle in response, “mmph…! s-sylus… s-stop, i can’t breathe….! hehe- mmmm…”

sylus manages to swallow the rest of your words and moans, unable to stop or pull away from you, quickly becoming addicted to experiencing these playful kisses with you as your grumpy crow kept you in his embrace for the rest of the night ♡

a.n. - ignore me,,,, this is just another self indulgent drabble that i needed in my life (⺣◡⺣)♡

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[my-castles-crumbling]

eyeliner - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 440 - NSFW but not explicit (stripper!Regulus, anyone?)

James wasn't sure how he'd ended up here. Somehow, Marlene's entire bachelorette party had migrated to the strip club, where scantily-clad dancers moved suggestively, and Peter had already taken three shots of tequila.

James stared around, eyes a bit glazed from the alcohol, not looking for anything in particular, contemplating challenging Pete to take another shot when he saw him-

An angel.

He moved across the room like he was floating, dark hair falling in loose waves over his kohl-covered eyes, matching black satin lingerie covering perfectly slim milky-white skin scrawled with tattoos.

James reached out to slap his hand against whoever was sitting next to him, hardly daring to look away.

"Ow! James, what?" Dorcas's voice yelped.

"Something to write with. Quick," James muttered, voice rough, eyes still glued.

"Erm...I only have-"

"Whatever you have," James nodded, still craning his neck to stare.

Not bothering to look at the pencil in his hand, he began to move as soon as he closed it in his fingers, chasing the man he set his sights on.

And with absolutely no finesse, he tapped him on the shoulder, nearly choking on his own spit when he realized that he had the most beautiful grey eyes on the planet.

After an awkward moment of silence, during which the piercing eyes looked him up and down, the man asked in a low, bored voice, "Want to dance? It'll cost you."

"No-no. Just a date," James forced out, still begging his brain to catch up.

The man scoffed. "What kind of person do you think I-"

Realizing how it sounded, James corrected himself. "A real date. Dinner. A movie. You- you're lovely."

Thin fingers pushed a strand of black hair away from eyes that stared at him suspiciously. "Yeah?"

"Yes. Please," James nodded. "Can I have your number?" He held up the pencil as he asked.

But the man smirked. "Eyeliner?"

Doing a double-take, he looked at the pencil only to realize it was eyeliner. "Fuck. Sorry, I-"

"No problem," the man replied softly, snatching the pencil from him and holding his hand firmly.

How was it so sensual? Suddenly, the man was carefully, slowly writing on his arm with the dark pencil, the sensation of it drawing goosebumps and fire from James's skin. He almost drooled, watching the way the man bit his lip in concentration as he drew letters and numbers across his skin.

"Call me," the man whispered after a moment, handing the pencil back. He turned before James could say a word, giving him a wonderful view of the g-string he wore.

"Fuck," James murmured, looking down at his skin.

Edit: Marlene and Dorcas are having a joint Bachelorette party, guys. Sorry for the confusion!

[arbiterofsecrets]

we finished our banquet around 2 days ago <3

this is a lil drabble of what i think the characters after the text did with you/your oc during prom (inspired heavily by me and my gf's moments during the banquet)

warning(s): tooth rotting fluff, words, a lot of 'em, reader x character, oc x character, not edited, i did this at 1AM, CHARACTERS ARE BELOW THE LAST DIVIDER

panic sets in at the thought of your partner not being able to make it in time for the entrance. that's when they walk in the lobby with the biggest dorkiest smile, their steps light and swift. their goal was to get to you first, to ease the panic that they knew has wafted throughout your body, through your hand that has been relentlessly checking your phone that's expecting a message from them, and through your anxious tapping foot.

you scold them lightly for arriving at such a time, and they could only chuckle and smile while apologizing. it took no effort to forgive them, of course. not when they looked splendid. their clothing perfectly tailored onto them. it didn't matter if they rented, had it adjusted, or made it themselves. they looked wonderful, they stole the lingering stares, just like they stole yours. they held your hand, theirs warm and comforting your cold, numb one.

-

here comes the cotillion. you two dance with practiced steps along with your other partnered friends and batchmates. funny how you gaze at each other with knowing smiles, yet turn to face opposite directions out of the fluttering feeling lingering in both your chests. there were a few wrinkled steps that could have been executed better, but you were both having fun nonetheless.

-

the floor was free to dance for couples of both the juniors and seniors. your batch specifically announcing the songs, and encouraging anyone and everyone to reach the dance floor with a partner.

with newfound confidence, you stand up. your hand reached out to your partner, a soft toothy grin plastered on your face. as if expected, they grab your hand with firm assurance and haste.

your acquainted batchmates and familiar friends of your relationship woo's and wow's were heard and echoed throughout the banquet hall. the teachers only smirk at the nearby table with a, "i knew it" face.

your arm wrapped around them, their's around yours. you both hug each other's body. the coldness of the air conditioning slowly fading with the ribboning warmth circling around your bodies. each step made was simple as you turn and swirl. the monitor in the middle of the hall taking a favorite in you two as whoever is handling the camera keeps switching to you both every other second.

the music seeps into both your ears, the familiar native language turns into honey as you hear the words that you start to quietly sing to the sweetheart view in front of you. the lyrics of the want and need to dance with your partner slowly, and even until the music stops, you would sing acapella into their ear.

-

at the time of rest, you hold each other's hands. laughing and smiling—the glimmer in the eyes of you two viewed by outsiders are like strips of the milky way painting itself in. as the others look at you both, you only see each other.

-

with each love song that plays, another dance is ignited between you two. as a promise was kept the first night you two had confessed, "every love song is a confession from me to you."

character(s): shoto todoroki, izuku midoriya, eijirou kirishima, yaoyorozu momo, hanta sero, hitoshi shinsou—bnha; yuuji itadori, yuuta okkotsu—jjk; sal fisher—sally face; miles morales, gwen stacy, pavitr prabhakar—atsv; koshi sugawara, atsumu miya—hq

[konigbabe]

when we play

DAY 2 ⇢ Bondage Pairing: Satoru Gojo x fem!reader Word count: 2.1k Tags/warnings: no y/n; smut; slight crack; shibari/bondage; soft!Gojo; playful!Gojo; p-in-v; riding Gojo; use of lube; blowjob; handjob Summary: It's your turn to take the charge. [Part of NSFW Gojo Week 2023]. Art credit goes to xy_555 on Poipiku [source] (altered by me to fit the story).

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The daylight gradually fades, surrounding to the cloak of Tokyo’s nocturnal embrace as night claims its dominion. It's during these hours that you find yourself enveloped in Satoru’s embrace; feeling the roughness of his fingertips chart pathways over your curves, while his lips map every reachable inch he can reach. Legs parted to accommodate his hips as he plunges into you with a hunger that belies the familiarity of your recent encounters.

(Though truth be told, you did fuck the night before. Satoru’s never wavering stamina a testament to his devotion to your body. To his desire to please and imprint himself onto you. Mark your soul with his very essence. Claim you as his own.

It’s become almost a routine for you two.)

This time, there’s a shift in the dynamic. After days of persuasion, it’s your turn to take the reins. To be the one on top.

"Okay," your attention shifts from the book's pages to the man beneath you, a playful smile curving your lips as you analyze the interplay of similarities and distinctions between the reference photo and the living canvas before you, cheekily smiling at your frowning face. His legs are bent slightly at the knees, allowing you to sit comfortably on top with one hand resting flat against his chest, keeping him at anappropriate distance for you to see him whole. "It shouldn't be too tight but it should be snug enough. Is it?"

Satoru responds by nodding; his acknowledgment underscored by a hint of playful surrender.

"Yep, I am bound to your mercy."

Eyes fluttering with his exaggerated tone, you reach for the bottle on your right. Your legs part more, accommodatingly draped over his hips. With deliberate intent, you slide your drenched core over his hard, exposed cock; from head to hilt, coaxing a gratifying groan out of Satoru.

"Stop joking. It's making me dry," you bite back, looking at his blindfolded face. Tapping his inner thigh with, "spread ‘em more," he obliges.

Your knees pressing into the mattress, Satoru rests against the pillows as he allows himself to surrender to your endeavors. Acceptance of the moment washes over him, the peaceful slumber of a satisfied sloth. The strongest, bound and compliant. Deserving of your attention. For tonight, he abandons the armor of pride, allowing vulnerability to be his shield.

"Doubt that, can feel you drippin' on me," he doesn’t forget to retort before he feels your fingers encircle his cock, tightening around the hilt with hot breath touching his slit.

You lick a thick stripe all the way to his engorged tip. The amalgamation of musk and saltiness graces your taste buds. The taste plays heavy on your tongue; potent flavor lingering even when your lips leave his cock.

"Are you really gonna talk back now?"

The words slip from your lips, a teasing question shrouded in amusement.

Hand sliding up, thumb applying gentle pressure to that sensitive spot beneath his tip – the one that makes him stutter, choke on his words.

Which he does. Barely manages a tremulous "No" out of his throat upon the feeling. The tip of your tongue ventures forth, grazing his slit and collecting the milky beads there before you swirl around the crown. Dipping down, your lips trace one of the distinct veins on his underside.

All while your hand toys with his tip. Teases it. Plays a dance of touch and pressure. It throbs under your touch – a touch that turns Sattoru’s breaths into pants. Head resting on the headboard, the protruding larynx bobbing with each deliberate swallow.

"Fuck–mpfh–use your mouth, pet," he groans, "please," he begs, pleas hanging in the air like a siren’s song.

And even though it’s your night to do as you please with him, you listen. Find yourself heeding his request. Humming against him when your mouth takes his tip inside, sucking and bobbing – moving back and forth – until his tip plunges into your palette with each motion. Each time, you relax your jaw more; it allows you to take more of him in. Work the opening of your throat.

It’s not long before his pleas begin to transform – from mere breathy groans into a symphony of encouragement. Laced with the subtle shift in his tone whenever your name leaves his lips.

"Damn, you’re s’good at this–," the words roll off his tongue, laced with admiration and need. Arms fighting against the restraints that bind them behind his back, entwining around his torso. "Need to have you give head more often," he acknowledges, a tease that carries a hint of yearning.

A playful grin traces your lips as you absorb his words.

"If you behave," you tease out. Kissing the leaking slit one more time before pulling back; savoring the taste of his arousal – brackish yet addictive – against your lips before leaving Satoru’s cock untouched. Throat thick with his taste, your eyes tracing over his body in admiration. Strong. All solid and firm.

The moonlight catches in his hair, heightening the flush that blooms on his cheeks. The sight makes your heart swell with pride and your grin softens into something contented, sweet, before disappearing altogether behind the mask of feigned indifference.

The pads of your fingers find the palette of his chest. Locked inside the rope bindings that encase him. Arms restrained and languid slouch as Satoru attempts to steady his breath, reeling from pleasure denied but not forgotten.

"Remember the safe word," you ask, fingertips skimming the rugged paths etched onto his body. Chronicles of his past, engraved by life's trials. Tokens of the struggles he's faced. Thumb flicking over his nipple before hooking underneath the rope over his obliques.

"Do we really need that," he protests.

"Yeah, of course–don't wanna hurt you."

Your fingers trace the contour of his lips, the sharp edge of his jawline–

This earns you a chuckle, a warm ripple of sound that wraps around the room, "you're not gonna hurt me."

–before coming to rest under his chin, lifting his face upwards to meet your gaze.

"The safe word, Gojo, now," your voice is soft but firm.

He exhales yet nods in understanding.

"Skullgreymon."

A sigh leaves your lips upon his creation but you leave it be, nodding and humming in approval as he recites the safe word back to you. A bridge of understanding, built on the sturdy pillars of trust; something that you had to force him to accept, Satoru being the usual dismissive himself whenever you discussed such topics.

("It’s not like you can actually hurt me."

"It doesn’t matter. I need to know when you’re uncomfortable or want to stop."

"With you? I’m never uncomfortable–never wanna stop."

"And what about me? What if I ever need to stop?")

Your lips press against his after. A gentle seal of affirmation that speaks volumes without words. The taste of the moment lingers on his lips, a blend of anticipation and reassurance. Tongue swirling over his teeth, swallowing his moans.

"Good boy," you mumble – a phrase that straddles the line between praise and tenderness – lips still touching his with a mere breath apart. A whispered secret.

Satoru hums in response to your words, a grin etched on his striking countenance as you gradually draw away. Though his vision is denied to him, he's keenly aware that the emotions he's experiencing – the raw affinity – flow both ways. He possesses the strength to easily dominate. Take what he wants; give you what you need.

But he won’t do that. Having everything he holds dear sit on his abdomen, he won’t. Instead, he revels in the way you make him submit to you. Letting you take control, become the powerful one. The stronger one.

The power you have over him. It's the sole force he acknowledges, the sole thought that occupies his mind.

Silently opening the lid, you allow a generous dollop to land on your waiting fingers; the slick viscosity gathering between your thumb, forefinger, and middle finger. Hand rising, drawing nearer to his lips, and with a feather-like touch, your fingers tap the subtle curve of his lip.

Satoru’s lips part curiously, the warmth of his breath extending an invitation as you brush the slick substance across the curve of his lower lip.

"S’that lube," he ponders, tongue gliding over now slickened lips, "but what’s that taste?"

You look up at the bottle in your hand, reading the label out loud: "Strawberry pomegranate."

"Tasty. But why do you need that?"

Repositioning yourself slightly, you glide your tongue over the curve of his clavicles. Fingers dance over the rounded contours of his abdomen, tracing the paths of muscles imbued with a refined strength. Each touch leaves a sticky trail behind; until they reach their final destination. They tap lightly over his leaking slit, deftly spreading the slick lubricant, intertwining it with his own juices.

"Don’t really wanna wait no more," you answer him.

Spreading the last remnants of the lube over your pussy, you part your lips. With one hand feeling the muscle of Satoru’s shoulder tense, you position his cock to kiss your opening.

His mouth parts, already feeling the heat of your core. Lips slotting over his, hungrily swallowing the groan he elicits as you sink down. Cock slipping inside you, stretching you open and filling you with his thickness. You stop when you feel a blunt pressure inside you – forehead resting against his as you move slightly up, using the ropes over his torso as reins of sorts. Then you sit back down. Take more of him in. Until the pressure returns. So you repeat the process.

The friction of his cock against your walls briefly intensifies as his entire length slides home. It makes your lungs heave as you cling onto his shoulders.

"Agh–more," he gasps against your lips, a sheen of sweat covering his face, "need more."

"I know," you huff, struggling with the rush of haze over your mind.

And so you repeat. Over and over.

With each thrust, Satoru grows more desperate for your touch. Your name on his lips, an endless loop of sound that crescendos with every revolution of his hips, trying to meet yours whenever your pussy sinks more of him inside. His lips search for yours, brushing and caressing the skin of your face.

Circling your hips, drawing eights whenever his pelvis sloths between your thighs, you move in an age-old dance of pleasure – pushing and pulling, biting and licking, wanting and needing. The once-slow movement shifts as you draw closer to the climax.

"Fuck–s’good, just keep riding me like that," his hips push up, trying to bury himself as deep inside your fluttering walls – until your toes curl, back arch and nails dig into the meat of his shoulders.

The sensation is dizzying; it feels like a million tiny explosions are detonating inside you with each motion of his hips. His cock seems to swell even more inside you, stretching and filling you like molten steel poured into a mold. The muscles in his thighs tense under your fingertips as he struggles against the sensations wracking his body.

Fingers circling your aching nub, a warm and slippery sensation nestled between your legs, the tautness in your abdomen rises, building like the swell of a stormy sea, until it crashes against the shores.

"Ahh–Satoru–"

Leaving your body to surrender to the feeling, your muscles unwind over Satoru’s sitting form. Body spasming, spent; your hands finding sanctuary on either side of his neck, his face nestled in the curve of your throat. Licking at the droplets of sweat tracing down.

"Was that good," he mumbles into your skin – tender and velour. Body spent and thighs already feeling the strain of all the work, you only hum in response, murmuring a ‘thank you’ in the process.

"Good, you did good," he continues. Then you feel him shift. The ropes strain until they give up – way too easily for all the hard work you put in tying them all together – and Satoru’s fingers are already wrapped around your forearm, pushing you back onto your back.

His cock slips out momentarily upon the change of positions. Making your pussy ache, clench over nothingness. Hands moving over your body before finding solace over your ankles; pushing them high onto his shoulders, slothing your body in half between him and the bed.

"Now’s my turn to play."

[seospicybin]

BLOOM.

Felix x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: Valentine's day is just another day for you until a stranger gives you a flower and makes it special for you. (16,4k words)

Author's note: Happy Valentine's day, my loves! Good news is I'm not going to make you cry. Bad news is I'm going to hit you with a lot of love and fluff 💘

Listen to my favorite love songs here 💕

Do you know that Valentine comes from a Latin word meaning 'strength'?

It's unclear how valentine's day became associated with the tradition of exchanging affectionate gifts and love notes, one thing for sure is you certainly don't have the strength to go through this day. Why? Because you're miserably single and chronically introverted.

Most of the reason why you're still single is that you like to stay in the safety of your room, working with the company of your cat and a steaming cup of tea. That's also why you love your job, it allows you to stay in your little bubble, away from the bustle of city life.

If it isn't about work, you wouldn't find yourself in a packed bus with these people who just got off work or school, or are on their way to have dates with their significant others.

Being in a crowd like this makes you anxious and there are still a few stops to go but it already feels suffocating even though you're sitting near the window. You distract yourself by looking out at the view but there's not much to see but the melting snow and the cool air slipping through the crack between the windows.

You feel gentle taps on your shoulder and you turn your head to see a hand, you look up to see who the owner is since he's standing next to your seat.

Dark hair parted in the middle and loose strands of hair fell over his forehead but what captivated you is the freckles dusted his milky white skin.

"Do you know what time is it?" He asks with a kind smile.

He owns a deep voice that doesn't seem to belong to someone with a slender figure like him. It's like someone else dubbed his voice.

You fumble to fish your phone out of your purse and click it to see the time, "it's 6.13 pm," you answer.

"Oh," he responds.

He swings his backpack to the front and you only realized then that he's holding his phone with him, he can easily check the time himself.

He pulls something out of his backpack, a pink rose wrapped in an iridescent paper wrapper. Even from this distance, you can tell it's a real rose, it gets you wondering how he keeps the petals intact inside his backpack.

He pushes it toward you and you stare at it in confusion, "is it for me?"

He nods along with his smile hasn't faded from his face yet.

You take it from him and you can't help but smile it's the first time you ever received a flower from someone. Not just someone but a gorgeous, elven-like human.

"I happen to have one left," he adds as he slings his backpack on one shoulder.

Your smile fades a little after hearing that, it means that you're not the only person getting a rose from him, and the worse is you're the last person to receive it.

You're not that special, you're just lucky but still, you're grateful for his nice gesture.

"Thank you," you mutter to him with a smile.

You notice your stop is next and put the rose in the safety of your tote bag.

"My stop is next," you inform the guy who gives you the rose.

You get up from your seat and offer it to the girl who's been standing since the previous bus stop.

There is a minute of you standing next to him before getting off, but there's nothing significant happens except that he holds you from falling on your face by holding the strap of your bag.

"Be careful," he says as you walk to the exit of the bus.

You know what? The worst thing is he doesn't even ask for your number.

What a romantic day indeed!

-

Everyone knows that Felix is such a sweetheart.

On valentine's day, he bought a dozen of roses for him to share with anyone, from the barista who made his morning latte, to the serving lunch lady at the cafeteria, to his favorite dance instructor, to any random person he met for the sake of making people smiles.

To put it simply, he has a lot of love in him and he wants to share it with everyone.

However, his big heart only makes it hard for people to try to flip it.

He's popular at his dance school and it's no mystery why most of the students have a crush on him, then again, no one has ever captivated him in a way that makes his heart moves at least a millimeter.

What's the use of being popular when he doesn't have anyone to share this special day with?

So he stays in the studio a little longer to practice his dance routine until he remembers that he has a family dinner to attend.

He rushes to the bus stop and squeezes himself into a packed bus. His family would be fine if he's a few minutes late but Felix doesn't want to be a nuisance, he's just too good of a person.

Still, he compose a text just in case he couldn't make it in time.

Someone walks past him to make their way to the exit of the bus, Felix almost stumbles when the bus stops. He moves to the side to make some space for everyone.

That's when he sees you, looking out of the window so lost in your thoughts. It's like you're living in your own time and space from the rest of the world.

And it's beautiful, this scene, the wind slipping through your hair, your tender gaze, you.

For a moment, he feels like time stands still and all he sees is you.

His curious hand reaches for you to make sure that you're real, not just fragments of his imagination.

He suddenly feels bad for intruding on your space but you're looking up at him, wide-eyed and a bit defensive.

He hurriedly thinks of something to say, a small talk, an excuse, anything!

"Do you know what time is it?"

He feels like slapping himself for asking such a stupid question, he's literally holding his phone in his hand and can easily check time himself.

"It's 6.13 pm," you answer after checking the time on your phone.

He's lucky that you don't see the phone he's holding and that he still has one rose left in his backpack, he can only hope it's still proper enough to be given to you despite the rose having been in his backpack for hours.

"Is it for me?" You ask, nonplussed.

He nods because his mouth suddenly got dry and he's unable to speak.

A smile rises on your face as you stare at the rose, only if you know between the two, your smile is the most lovely.

"I happen to have one left," he blurts out.

Your smile fades a little and he wonders why.

"Thank you," you mutter with a courteous smile.

Then it hits him that he gives you the impression that he did this to everyone.

But that's not the intention, he wants to let you know that this feels like fate, that he met you and happened to have one rose left.

When you put the rose inside your bag and get up from your seat, he knows he has so little time to try to explain.

"My stop is next," you tell him.

The situation he's in doesn't support his plan and he can only look at you as you stand next to him. You seem to be waiting for him to say something too.

Then the bus stops and Felix prevents you from stumbling forward by grabbing the strap of your bag.

You turn your head at him and smile. It's so sweet, the kind of sweet that will get him addicted.

The door of the bus is open and people start to move toward it.

Felix doesn't have much time left and he wants to know everything about you. Your name, your phone number, your favorite food, your favorite movies, movies that make you cry, any of your childhood memories, anything!

But all that comes out is, "be careful!"

You flash him a smile for the last time then get off the bus.

Felix watches as the girl who has just moved his heart by a millimeter walks away from him.

-

The rose is wilted.

You've been keeping it in a pitcher full of water and placed it on your desk, next to the window to fill its need for sunlight.

Whenever you look at it, you get reminded of him.

The gentle taps on your shoulder, the smile he gave you as he asks for the time, the deep voice that you still doubt belongs to him, and the last of him that you saw through the bus window.

It's all sweet until the reality bites, that you don't know him and it's impossible to meet him again.

For a starter, you don't even know his name therefore you can't try to find his information on the internet.

If only you had just a shred of confidence in yourself, you would have asked for his number and maybe made him wait for a day or two for your phone call.

You scoff at the thought. Who are you to play hard-to-get?

The sound of your phone ringing startles you and wakes you up from your silly reverie.

It's a work call.

Sometimes you get hired to work in certain places and you've been a trusted partner of this luxury brand, they wanted you to come and write custom cards for their special orders. They usually just send the cards to your place and you'll send them back when the deadline ends, however, there'll always be orders that come in a short amount of time.

You bring your writing utensils with you and work in the store in what looks like a hotel room instead of a fitting room.

They serve you a cup of tea and sweet assortments, then give you a list of names for you to write then leave the room to give you the space to work.

It's not as comfortable as working in your apartment but you can work in an environment like this, quiet and nice.

You spread all of the cards you've done in a neat row while letting the ink dry.

You check all of the cards once again, making sure there is no speck of ink or spelling mistakes. Because apparently, some people can get very sensitive if you misspelled their name.

It's as if she knows you're outside, your phone ringing the second you stepped out of the store. Turns out, your brother gets off early from work and invites you for an early dinner.

He is determined to get you out of the house so many times and you rejected each one of his invitations.

"Stop sulking! You're out already," he says, his shoulder bumps yours and he always forgets that his big body can easily knock you off your chair.

Good thing that you're used to it, "I'm not sulking," you grumble.

He takes your glass of water and switches it with his glass of wine, "you're not driving. Have some wine!"

You put the wine glass down, not drinking it. He rolls his eyes at you, "have some fun!"

"I have fun," you quickly respond.

"What fun? Playing hide and seek with Percy?"

"I have fun in my own way, okay?" You shrug away all of his words off you.

He takes his wine glass back and drains it in one long sip, "how are you going to meet a guy if you stayed in your room all day?"

"But you met your fiancé in your apartment!" You defend yourself with a solid fact.

"That's because he's a friend of my roommate!" He argues back with widening eyes.

When he realizes that came out louder than he intended, he lowers his voice immediately, "I mean... when's the last time you met a cute guy?"

"A week ago," you shortly reply.

Your brother suddenly gets so interested, he leans forward on the table, "where?"

"In the bus."

"What's his name?"

"I don't know," you innocently answer.

Your brother inhales a deep breath and slumps in his seat, disappointed that his enthusiasm goes to waste.

You refuse to share a taxi ride with him because it'll only double the fare since he goes the opposite way to where you're going.

You let out a long sigh once you are seated inside the bus, the work isn't that tiring but interacting with people drained your energy the most.

You lean your head against the cool window glass and start spacing out as you gaze out at the view of the city lights in the distance.

It's a bad habit of yours, you'll space out and forgets about your surroundings, that includes almost skipping your bus stop.

Good thing that you reflexively shoot up from your seat and run to the exit, getting off the bus just in time before the door closes.

You hoist your bag higher on your shoulder and start walking to your apartment building.

A hand on your shoulder stops you from going, you turn around to see who it is.

"Hey, why didn't you call me?"

-

Felix's hair is still damp.

He had a quick shower after practice to wash all of the sweat off and put on a clean t-shirt.

He always leaves school at this hour, so by the time he gets off, he'll go somewhere to eat for dinner.

Except that tonight he feels like going home early and ordering some food.

He sits on the back of the bus with his hands shoved inside his jacket pockets. He clicks his phone, expecting it to light up so he can see the time.

Unfortunately, his phone runs out of battery. There's always a digital clock somewhere on the bus, he looks straight ahead but instead, he finds the other thing he's looking for.

He didn't believe his eyes at first until he sees you run to exit the bus.

It's like history repeats itself, he got caught in the same situation that requires him to act in such a short amount of time.

He senses that the driver is about to close the door soon, he stops thinking and dashes outside, getting off the bus even though it is not his stop.

He is unsure of how to talk to you but he knows that it's his only chance.

Hesitating for a while, Felix puts his hand on your shoulder and you immediately turn on your heel to find him there.

"Hey, why didn't you call me?"

Definitely not a good opener, he sounds so eager and a whole lot creepy. He can see that he just gave you the ick from your plain expression.

You grip the strap of your bag and tip your head to the side, "but you didn't give me your number," you answer.

A laugh escaped his parted mouth, he didn't expect you to still recognize him and that you'll answer his strange way of greeting you.

"Do you perhaps... want to grab dinner together?"

"I'm sorry. I had dinner already," you refuse with a courteous smile.

He kind of expected this answer, that's understandable, especially when the invitation comes from a stranger.

"But I'd love to have a cup of coffee," You come with an alternative for him.

"Yeah? I'd love that too," Felix can't believe that his verbal skills deteriorate this soon when he's still in his twenties.

You suggested the coffee shop because you live in the neighborhood and your apartment is only two blocks away from here.

Turns out, none of you drink coffee. Felix drinks coffee only when they're heavily sweetened and you prefer tea.

"We meet again," Felix starts the conversation after your drinks order is served on the table.

"Yeah," you shortly respond with a small smile.

"It's..." he wanted to say that it feels like fate that the two of you meet again but he doesn't want to make it seem corny, "...nice," he settles with the simplest word and that's enough for now.

You carefully sip your tea and he notices your fingers are tinted black. The last time you met, he also saw the same thing.

"Are you a painter?" He guesses.

You slowly put down your tea and know that he sees your dirty fingers, "oh, no. I'm a calligrapher."

"So you have beautiful handwriting," he comments almost immediately.

You shyly smile at him and look down at your lap, "you can say so," you say.

Felix suddenly got so curious, he slides a napkin in front of you, "can you write my name?"

"What for?"

"I want to see your handwriting," he casually answers.

"I guess I can do that since you paid for my tea," you tell him with a low laugh.

You rummage through your tote bag to pull out a pen and another thing out of your purse, a card.

"What's your name?"

"Lee Felix," he confidently answers.

You nod and uncap the pen, start writing his name down on the card instead of on the napkin he gave you. You write his name in elegant cursive letters and to him, you look like drawing a flower instead of his name.

The curls of letters are still no match to the beautiful curl of your smile as you slide the card across the table to him.

"You do have beautiful handwriting," he compliments with a sly smile.

"Next time, I'll have to charge you for it," you joke and caps the pen back, putting it back inside your tote bag.

"I'm not sure if I can afford you," he jokes back while still staring at his written name on the card.

"How about you? What do you do?"

"I'm a dancer," he answers.

"I'm still a student so yeah, I can't charge you for that," he adds.

You softly laugh with your hand holding the handle of your teacup. Your phone rings on the table and his eyes dart to the pop-up notification that says 'Percy'.

You turn it off and put the phone inside your purse, "I'm sorry but I have to go."

He has so much to ask about you but he knows he can't keep you here and interrogate you all night. He can't demand your time considering he's still a stranger to you.

"No worries," he replies with a smile.

His excitement makes him forget the most important thing he wanted to ask you ever since he met you.

He's always late to realize it but not this time, "you haven't told me your name yet."

You gather your bag from your seat as you stand next to the table, "that's my name card you're holding," you tell him.

Felix flips the card with his written name and learns that you wrote on the back of your name card.

"See you again," you say as you wave your hand at him.

Felix waves his hand back at you until you disappeared out of his sight.

That's when he allows himself to gleefully smiles.

-

It's been three days, three miserable days of anticipation and anxiety, you can't seem to focus on your work as well when you need to check your phone every few minutes.

You went through five stages of grief and you got to the point of acceptance.

You're at your lowest point and when that happens, you call your brother

"How long it usually takes for a guy to finally call you?" You ask the second she picks up the phone call.

"You ask for the standard of a straight guy, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"The average is three days but if it went up to a week, just forget him," he eloquently answers like it's an easy math problem.

You groan because three days is about to turn into four days and he hasn't called yet.

"Wait!" Your brother seems to finally catch the meaning of your question.

"Who is this guy?"

"The one I met on the bus," you reply with a sigh.

"But you said you didn't even know his name," he sounds so impressed and perplexed at once.

"I met him again."

"When?"

"Three days ago."

"And he hasn't called?" He yells in disbelief into the phone.

"I'm sure he's just busy... he'll call," you console yourself with the last of optimism left in you.

"No. Even if he calls, don't answer!" He warns you and you can hear her heavy breathing through the phone line.

"At least, makes him wait for a day!"

"I don't know... I'll just..." you stare at the ceiling as you lay on your couch, while your brother keeps on blabbering through the phone while you start spacing out like you always do.

"Hey, are you still there?" Your brother shouts through the phone.

You snap yourself out of your head, "I'm going to bed," you tell him and end the phone call.

You continue to space out until you slowly drift into sleep, the sound of your neighbor's early morning routine of watering her plants on the balcony wakes you up.

Still sleepy, you drag yourself to your bedroom and before going back to sleep, you check the time on your phone.

Through your squinted eyes, you see that it's only 4.50 in the morning and there are two missed calls.

You shot up on the bed and see the timestamps, he called a few minutes after you fell asleep on the couch.

You badly want to hit call back immediately but he would still be sleeping right? Who wakes up this early? Only your hippie neighbor does.

You ended up not going back to sleep and used the time to contemplate the proper time for you to call back. Should you do what your brother said? Make him wait as he did to you?

You decide to make him wait for as long as you can hold yourself back from hitting the call button.

You busy yourself with work and doing the ones that still have a week left before the deadline. You put your phone away from you, out of your reach, out of your sight.

You give up when the clock strikes 2 pm and curse at the void, "screw with this waiting game!"

You hit the call button on his number and your heart race for every ring it takes for him to pick up the call.

On the fifth ring, you decide to turn it off and try calling again.

Then it clicks, "hello?"

The deep voice sparks the excitement in you but at the same time, you get nervous you start pacing the kitchen.

"Uhm... hi! I see that you called last night?"

"Yes, I did but then I figured you must be sleeping already," he answers.

"Yes, I was—" you got choked by your saliva from talking too enthusiastically.

You calm yourself down by taking a long breath and try again, "I was wondering why you called," you meekly say.

He sounds so calm, unlike you. You can even hear his smile even though you're sure you're only imagining it in your head.

"Do you have time this weekend?" He asks.

"Yes," you answer too quickly and swear, you can feel your brother's glare at you for doing that.

"Let's meet at the coffee shop near your apartment at 5?"

You nod and realize that he can't see it, you need to provide a verbal answer on a phone call.

"Yes, I can do that."

He lowly laughs, he probably can hear the thump of your heart and the excitement in your voice.

"I'll see you then," he says.

"See you."

A moment passes in silence but none of you are willing to hang up. Strangely, you feel comfortable sharing the silence with him.

"I'm happy that you call me back," he suddenly mutters.

You can see your wide smile on the reflection on the toaster, "me too."

He laughs again and lets out this delightful sigh that means so much more than just that.

"I have to go back to practice," he says.

"Sure, please, go ahead."

"Bye."

"Bye," you end the phone call and let out a long sigh of relief. You start running around the house while screaming at the top of your lungs, your neighbor probably going to check on you soon but you feel the need to let it out.

The euphoric feelings last for a few minutes until the anxiety kicks in.

You've never been on a date for years and you hate to admit that your brother is right. You check your closet, it's all sweatpants and oversized t-shirts. There's nothing you can wear for a date without looking like you're going for a job interview.

The weekend is only two days away and again, the only one who can save you from this dire situation is your brother.

"Let's go shopping," you say the second she picks up the phone.

"I swear if we're going to spend hours just to get the proper pen, I'll sue!" He answers with the recollection of the last time you went shopping together.

"It's for a date," you tell him before he could complain further.

You hear his silent triumphant smile, "it's about damn time."

-

Felix has two tickets for a musical play.

He doesn't know whether you'll like it or not, it would be his first time and he wants to experience this with you.

Calls him sentimental, but he wants to remember the first time he watched a musical play, it was with you.

He keeps fixing his hair because they're tousled today, he tried styling it and the best he did with it is flattening the sticking hair.

He comes to the coffee shop a little early and orders an iced chocolate drink because coffee only makes him even more nervous.

It's not the first time he's going on a date yet he feels excessively groggy, a dance audition didn't make his legs bounce this fast under the table.

He should stop doing that, so he starts tapping the table with his fingers.

"I'm sorry, I'm late," A voice says.

Felix turns his head to find you walking toward the table, clutching the strap of your purse on one shoulder and the other holding the hem of your dress from riding up your legs as you sit across him.

He was too nervous to see that you'd entered the coffee shop.

Now that he sees you in a white dress and your hair is prettily decorated with pins, he gets more nervous but in a good way. The sky is grey today but that smile of yours instantly brightens his day.

"Have you been waiting long?" You ask.

He's still in trance and it continues for a whole good minute, he screws his eyes shut, restarting his brain to go back to its normal state.

"No, I just got here," he answers.

You softly smile and put your purse on the seat next to you, ignoring the fact that you can see that he's lying from his half-drained glass, the ice cubes have melted and formed a different layer on top of the drink.

"Do you want to order something? I'll get it—"

"No, it's fine. I had one too many cups of tea already," you refused the offer with a smile.

Felix wipes his palms on his jeans and licks his lips, the tickets inside the pocket of his shirt searing his skin the longer he stalls on asking you.

"Do you..."

"Yes?" You respond already before he can even continue his question.

He laughs and that helps to relax him, "I have tickets to see a musical play," he says.

He moves his hands and rests them on the table, they are only inches away from yours, and he resists the urge to hold them.

He focuses on the task at hand and tries again, "Do you like it? Do you want to go?"

You look at him in silence and smile, "sure, I'd love to."

Felix let out a gasp, fortunately, a low one that passes your hearing. He looks down to hide his triumphant smile and hurriedly clears his throat.

"The play is at 8 so we still have time," he tries to sound calm but failed to hide his excitement.

"Oh, I can't wait. I never watched a play before," you say with a sheepish smile.

"Me too!" He eagerly responds.

He closes his eyes for a second, wishing he could erase the five seconds earlier from existence.

He thinks of something else to talk about, "should we grab a dinner first or...?"

You open your mouth to answer but the sound of your phone ringing got ahead of you, "I'm sorry," you mutter before taking it out of your purse.

"Hello?"

Felix watches the shape you take as you sit sideways on your chair and he can see every curve of your facial features, of your nose, lips, and chin.

There's no other to describe the way he looks at you, Felix is smitten.

"Oh, no!" You shot up from your chair and dash towards the door.

You walk away without saying anything, leaving him flabbergasted and frozen in his seat.

This is not right, he says in his head. His eyes darted to the purse you forget to take with you.

He picks up your purse from the chair and chases after you, you're at the end of the block already. He's not wearing shoes that are suitable for running but that doesn't stop him from chasing you.

-

You've been resisting the urge to put your hands on your lap and clasped them together, clicking your thumbs together because that's what you do whenever you're nervous.

Unlike you, Felix seems calm but sounds so excited and eager, like a newly adopted puppy which is adorable.

You're about to suggest him to check out an art exhibition and a little walk from there, there's a nice restaurant that serves Japanese food.

The phone rings and it shatters your focus, "I'm sorry," you quickly apologize for the interruption.

"Hello?"

"It's your neighbor."

"Yes, I see that you're calling, Mrs. Kim," you calmly respond.

"I know you're not at home," she speaks so slowly but remembering that she's as old as your mother, you should give her a pass.

"I just want to let you know Percy came to my balcony again," she informs.

You opened the window this morning to air-dry dozens of cards you finished writing since you couldn't possibly be going on a date with the thought of abandoning your job.

You did the job but you didn't close the window afterward and it's a horrifying thing to remember what happened the last time you forgot to do that.

"Oh, no!"

Without thinking, you scramble out of the door and blabber into the phone, "I'm only one block away, I'll come and get him!"

You run as fast as you can to your apartment building, punching the code to the entrance gate too fast that you push the wrong number.

You take a deep breath before trying to enter the code again, when it beeps open, you push through and continue running inside.

You hear someone running behind you too and you stop at the base of the stairs.

"Hey, you left your purse!" Felix says.

You only realized it now that you're only taking your phone with you, "Oh my God, I am so sorry," you quickly apologize.

He hands you the purse while panting, "is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just need to get to my floor—" you don't finish your words but sling your purse across your shoulder and start taking the stairs instead of the elevator.

You impatiently knock on Mrs. Kim's door and don't stop knocking until she opens the door.

"Mrs. Kim, I am sorry. I'm so stupid, I left the window open again," you sincerely regretted forgetting to do such a simple thing.

"It's alright, dear," she assures you with her hand on your shoulder.

"Did he breaks anything again?"

"It's alright," she keeps saying that and it only convinces you that something bad occurred.

"I'll pay for the damage, Mrs. Kim, I'll—"

"It's okay, I just need to re-potting them," she holds her hands up to assure you everything is alright on her end.

"Wait here, I'll get him for you," she heads back inside.

You turn to see Felix and exchange a nervous glance with him, he's looking so confused, probably thinking how did he end up here?

Mrs. Kim returns while carrying Percy in her arms and you hurriedly offer your arms to take it from her, "I am way scared knowing that he crossed the ledge," she says as he hands him to you.

"Mrs. Kim, I'm terribly sorry," you say again and you feel like it's not enough to make up for what your cat did. That he ruined her herb plants like he did last time.

She softly smiles, "it's okay and you'd better get him home, he needs a bath," she says.

The soil must be wet from the light rain and that explains the patches of dried mud on his fur.

"Thank you for keeping him," you say for the last time.

"No worries and I'm sorry for disrupting your date," she adds while keeping her door open.

Typical old people, they're nosy but you know that she said it with good intentions. You decide not to put too much thought into what she said, you are indeed on a date, or was half an hour ago.

"Thank you once again, Mrs. Kim," you say before leaving and going inside your apartment.

The window is open and you rush inside to close it, you don't think twice but put your cat in the sink, preparing him for a bath.

"Percy! I swear if you do this one more time, I'll give you to my brother," you scold the feline who curls on the bottom of the sink, knowing what will happen to him.

When you turn around, you see Felix standing in the middle of the room looking so lost. You feel bad for him, you ruin the date and now he's forced to watch you scolding your cat.

The apology can wait, you pull a chair from the dining table, "Please, sit. I'll get you something to drink."

You take a pitcher of juice and pour a glass for him, he must be thirsty from chasing you from the coffee shop to the apartment building.

"I'm sorry for everything," you say as you place the glass of juice in front of him.

"For the date, for making you run after me, for getting you here," you list everything that perhaps caused the inconveniences for him.

"I think you apologized enough for today," he says with a smile and sips his drink carefully.

Percy's mewl shifts your attention back to him, you start to prepare things for his bath, rolling the sleeves of your dress up your elbow.

You turn around to face Felix, then say, "I'll clean him up real quick."

He gets up from his chair and approaches you, "Can I help?"

Percy is nice to you and Mrs. Kim but when it comes to your brother, he turns hostile. You kind of guessed he's not good toward male which doubts you if it's a good idea to let Felix helps you bathe him.

"I'm not sure if that's..." your words trailing off as you watch Felix softly scratches the back of Percy's ear and he purrs with eyes closed.

"Yeah, I would love the help," you change your mind about it and let him help you.

Unlike any other cat, Percy enjoys being in the water and he likes taking a bath. You assume he intentionally did this mischief just so he can get this indulgence from you.

"What did exactly he does to your neighbor?" Felix asks as he holds Percy's head while you lather his body with soap.

"My neighbor plants all sorts of herbs on her balcony and Percy escaped through that window I accidentally left open, he knocked all of her potted plants and probably played with the soil too," you explained.

"And this happened before?"

"Yep."

"Bad Percy!" He scolds him while giving Percy gentle pats on the head and he mewls in response.

It never crossed your head, even in your silliest of imagination that you would bathe your cat with a guy and not just a guy, a gorgeous guy that looks like a character out of a fantasy book.

Is it too soon to say that you like him? To say that you have a crush on him is an understatement. You are completely whipped.

After wrapping Percy with a towel, you put him on top of the kitchen counter. You bring your hair dryer from your bathroom to dry Percy.

Felix takes it from you after you plugged it in, "I'll do it," he says.

"So you can change your clothes," he adds before you can protest.

You look down at the front of your dress, dirty from Percy's paws and the soil he carries with him. Good, you're not only ruining the date but looking so horrible doing it.

"I'll be back," you excuse yourself to your bedroom.

You almost let out a shriek once you see your reflection in the mirror, your dress is ruined and your hair is messy, a few stray hairs stuck to your sweaty forehead.

The clothes are off but you got yourself a new crisis.

"The guy is in my apartment!" You announce the second you heard your brother picks up the phone.

"How?" He asks with a dramatic sigh that could earn him a role in a soap opera.

You're not ready to tell him the reason why Felix ended up in your apartment, so you hurriedly ask him the question you've dying to ask, "Is it okay if I'm wearing sweatpants?"

From the way he heavily sighs into the phone, you got the answer already.

-

Felix is more of a dog person.

However, he likes animals in general, that includes cats.

That should be the least of his worries, earlier, he thought Percy is the name of your boyfriend.

He's glad that it's the name of your pet cat and he's snuggling up to him once Felix has done drying him. Percy is an adorable calico cat and a chatty one. He keeps meowing at him, probably asking for treats.

You've been in your room for quite some time and it's impolite to look through your kitchen cabinets to find the cat food.

He'll give you a few more minutes, then he'll knock on your door to ask where you keep it.

The noise Percy makes seems to call you out of your room and you have changed your clothes into blue jeans and a white blouse.

Even though what you're wearing is something simple, you're stunning still.

"I hear you. I hear you, Percy!" You shout back at the feline that doesn't stop meowing at you.

Felix chuckles witnessing this strange yet adorable interaction, it's making him miss having a pet of his own.

You reach the top cabinet to grab a box of cat treats and Felix's eyes catch the exposed skin of your stomach when you did that.

He looks away immediately and clears his throat.

Percy starts spinning on the kitchen counter at the sight of the treats you're bringing to him, "he always does that to get more treats from me," you share with Felix.

"Do you want to feed him?"

"Sure!"

You pour a handful of treats into his open palm and he puts it in front of Percy. He doesn't waste time gobbling on it.

"Good boy!" Felix coos while brushing the top of his head.

"I think he likes you," you say while putting the carton back in the top cabinet.

"You think so?"

You nod and lean against the kitchen counter, "he's usually hostile towards men."

Felix smiles upon hearing that. To have your pet rooting for him that's something, that's a win. It assures him that he's on the right track.

It starts raining outside and Felix checks the time to see that it's almost dinner time already.

"Should we order something? For dinner?" You ask as if you read his mind.

"Good idea!" He responds.

You pick up the phone and start looking at the restaurant fliers stuck on the door of the fridge, "what should we be having?"

Then you turn at him in one swift move as if something just flashed right through your head, "Oh my God, the musical play!"

It's what he has been anticipating to do with you but now that he's in your apartment and playing with your pet, he likes where he is, he belongs at this moment.

"We can always go next time," he says, wishing for a hopeful turns out even though the night is still young.

Percy is sitting on the armrest of the sofa while the two of you having dinner on the carpeted floor with the sound of the rain filling the silence.

In this nice setting, Felix uses it to explain one thing. He drinks his water and licks his lips before speaking, "I'm late to apologize to you," he begins.

You put down your chopstick to listen to him talking, "for what?"

"That I didn't call you right away," he answers.

"Well, you called and you're here now," you simply resolved.

"Still, I owe you an explanation," he says while looking right into your eyes.

"I was out of town to perform at a festival. I got busy practicing and I don't think it would be wise to call you late at night," he speaks in a calm manner and apologetic eyes.

You stare at him for a few seconds and your eyes are so hypnotic he can't stop looking into them.

"I appreciate you for telling and I accept your apology," you say with a smile.

This moment is tender and so is the gaze you're giving him, he feels wrapped in an invisible cloak of warmth and comfort.

He wants to be in this moment forever.

-

Your phone rings with a reminder to give Percy his medicine.

You've done it a handful of times so it's not much of a hassle for you. It doesn't even take you a minute, you give him gentle scratches before letting him roam around the room to play by himself.

You return to the living room to see Felix looking at your desk, probably reading the cards you're working on.

He seems to be reading the defect one you keep in a separate tray.

He sees you watching him yet he remains calm, he proceeds to read the one he's reading.

"You also write letters for people?" He asks.

You shake your head, "No, I only do it for my grandparents. They used to exchange love letters when they were young."

You stand next to him to show him one of the old love letters you used as an example and that you have for safekeeping.

"Every anniversary, I write a love letter for my grandmother on behalf of my grandfather. His hands are too shaky to write letters now," you further explain.

Felix nods as he gazes in awe at how old the letter is and that the envelope itself is torn at the seams.

"Do you mind if I read this one?" he says, pointing to the one he read a while ago.

"Not at all. Please!" You allow him and lean against the desk facing him.

He takes the paper and starts to read it out loud.

"My tenderness, my happiness, what words can I write for you? Despite the hundreds of letters I've penned you, I still don't know how to tell you how I love, how I desire you. Such agitation—and such divine peace: melting clouds immersed in sunshine—mounds of happiness.

And I am floating with you, in you, aflame and melting—and whole life with you is like the movement of clouds, their airy, quiet falls, their lightness and smoothness, and the heavenly variety of outline and tint—my inexplicable love. I can't explain these cirrus-cumulus sensations."

Felix finishes reading with a delightful sigh and his eyes are back on you again, "it's so beautiful," he says with a mix of awe and slight shock.

You softly chuckle in response. If only you can tell him the way he reads it makes it more beautiful.

"I'll like it more if I know what cirrus cumulus is," he playfully remarks.

You chuckle again, "they are types of clouds," you answer his curiosity.

"Ah!"

"My grandfather was a mariner."

"Wow, you're so smart!" He sincerely compliments you from the way he said it full of awe.

"Why? You feel intimidated?" You joke.

"A lot!" He shortly replies.

"Someone shouldn't have this many charms, you know?"

He's indirectly praising you and it's safe to say he's flirting with you, you can feel your cheeks heating, flustered.

You turn your back to him to put the old letter back into your drawer and say, "it's a pity that people don't write love letters anymore."

Felix nods in agreement, "yeah, receiving a love letter through an email is kind of... corny?"

The moment your eyes landed on each other's again, you both burst into laughs at the thought of it.

You used to think that the space is already full with only you and Percy, turns out, having Felix in here makes you realize that you still have a lot of space to fill.

-

It's getting late and the rain has stopped pouring.

Percy is sleeping on his sleeping mat in the corner of the room, curling into a ball, creating a cute swirl of orange, black, and white on his fur coat.

"The taxi will arrive in a few minutes," you inform him after ordering a ride home for him through the phone.

"Thanks," Felix replies.

He gets a little sad that the night is about to end and that he has to part with you soon. He consoles himself with the excitement that he'll meet you again soon.

Which reminds him of something, he approaches as you return from turning off the light on your desk.

"Are you busy next Friday?" He asks. He wanted to look anywhere but your eyes, knowing that they'll only make him nervous.

Somehow your eyes always succeed in attracting him to look.

"Next Friday?" you ask back for confirmation.

Felix is aware of the proximity, you stand mere inches away from his, and he can easily take your hands if he wants to.

He puts his hands behind him to resist the urge, "My school is having this dance ball and everyone is given a plus-one ticket," he explains.

He nervously wipes his palms on the back of his jeans, "I can't think of anyone to come to this ball with but you," he finishes.

He let out a low, shaky breath. You don't seem to be excited or opposed to the idea. You look rather confused like you don't know what to do with his invitation.

"I don't dance," you stutter.

"We don't have to dance or anything. I want you to come," he quickly adds, hoping that you wouldn't feel burdened with the request.

"I want you to come with me," he says again, almost desperately.

"I don't know," you vaguely answer, "I have to check my schedule first for that."

Felix repeatedly nods and it's better than you flatly rejecting him on the spot.

"You don't have to answer now. Take as much time as you can," he assures you.

You nod and the sound of your phone ringing startles you, "I guess it's the taxi," you say.

No shit, parting is such a sweet sorrow.

He takes a long look at you as you linger by the doorway, waving your hand at him, "thank you for today!"

"No, thank you for today!" He says back with a gentle smile.

You flash him a smile before closing the door and the only good thing about parting is knowing that the moment you meet again, it'll be so, so sweet.

-

You don't have to wait for the knocking, you recognize your brother's footsteps and he's right outside your door.

"Oh, the thing I do for you," he's complaining already with his jacket damp from walking under the rain.

Percy senses that his least favorite person just entered his territory and he starts hissing at him.

Your brother glares at him, "do you think I want this too?"

Percy growls at him and he never did that to anyone but your brother.

Your brother decides to ignore him and hugs you, "Don't worry, we'll be fine!"

His expression turns sour when he notices that you're still in your sweatpants and worn-out t-shirt.

"Why aren't you dressed yet?"

You frown and meekly say, "I don't think I can go."

"What are you talking about?" He asks in disbelief. His eyes widen and are about to pop out of their sockets.

You hug yourself feeling so incredibly small in front of him, not only because he has a bigger body frame than you but because he's the only one who is capable to make you openly vulnerable to him.

"I can't. I'll only embarrass myself," you sadly say.

You can see that he's disappointed in you but refrains from telling you.

He rests one hand against the dining table and says, "okay then I'll just go back home."

You immediately grab his hand, not letting him go, "no, don't go!"

He goes to grab the jacket he hung a minute ago, "I'm here to make sure your cat takes his medicine on time while you're out to have fun at the dance ball," he says.

"But since you decided not to go then you don't need me anymore," he finishes with a sinister smile.

He's not just disappointed at you, he's mad and he's the type to give you the silent treatment and when that happens, it's all very frustrating for you.

You grab his hand again to stop him from taking his jacket, "I'm so scared," you blurt out.

He turns to look at you to give you a chance to explain yourself.

It's not easy for you to talk about your feelings and your hands start to shake, "I like him so much and I'm so scared that I'll ruin it," 

"I think that it's better if I didn't go," your voice is quivering at the end of the sentence.

Your brother put your hand away from his wrist and holds it, "come here!"

He pulls you into a hug and stays like that for a good minute, it's comforting and safe, he's truly someone you can rely on.

"You like him that much, mmh?" He asks as he's gently patting your back.

You nod with your eyes closed to prevent yourself from crying.

"More than you like me?"

"No," you strongly deny.

He laughs and brushes your hair endearingly, his chest heaving as he draws a deep breath which makes you unconsciously follow suit.

"If you didn't go then how would he know that you like him?"

He pulls away just enough to put a space between your bodies and looks at your face, "do you think this chance will come again?"

That makes you think very hard and clearly about every possible scenario of how things would turn out but each time you only focus on the negative outcomes.

It does not always have to be that way, there's a fifty percent chance that things may go your way and that's not a bad deal.

"Are you sure you're not going to regret it?"

You don't have to think long to know the answer and you think your brother knows it too.

You hate to admit that your brother is right and he's always damn right.

"We all do embarrassing things, not just you. We all do and that's okay, that's something to laugh about in the future," he squeezes your shoulder to make sure his words seep into you.

You look at the time and you only have fifteen minutes until the dance ball starts while you have so many things to do beforehand. Dress, hair, make-up... you wouldn't make it on time.

You're dreading it all over again.

"Even if I go, I don't have much time left," you weakly tell him.

Your brother lets out his dramatic sigh then he shakes your shoulders to wake your whole body.

"It doesn't matter whether you'll be late or not," he tells you then ruffles your hair into a mess.

"What matters is you come!!!"

He turns your around and steers you to your bedroom, "Go get ready, I'll help you with the rest!"

-

Felix has been waiting outside.

He's waiting by the entrance of the ballroom and all of his friends are already inside, dancing with their partners and probably on their fifth glass of champagne already.

He checks his phone but there's no message, no missed calls, nothing from you. It's only making him more groggy that he starts pacing back and forth.

An hour has passed and he starts to doubt you'll be coming, he sits on the steps that lead to the ballroom, loosening his tie a little.

A few of his friends are also outside smoking and silently pitying him for being ditched by his date.

Still, Felix doesn't want to think ill of you. He tries to think positively, that maybe you have a more important thing to do or that you're unable to go.

And maybe, just maybe, you simply don't want to come and that's okay.

He takes his phone out of the inner pocket of his suit jacket and composes a new text message.

He thinks it over on what to say to you, to let you know that he's alright if you choose not to come and there's always a next time.

Next time is better than nothing at all.

He's about to press send when he sees someone walking up the steps toward him.

You're lifting the hem of your dress to make it easy for you to walk and the heels you're wearing clicking against the floor. He knows you're struggling with what you're wearing but the smile on your face tells him that doesn't matter to you.

And that's so attractive to him. He's glad that some of his peers get to witness this.

He rushes to help you walk up the rest of the steps by offering his hand which you eagerly take, you almost stumble at one point but he's quick to steady you.

Instead of feeling embarrassed, you laugh it off and say, "I'm sorry I'm late."

You're here with him now and that's enough.

He should have said it out loud and let you know that, except that his brain started to malfunction. He stops walking at the end of the steps to take a good look at you, to take everything in.

You're wearing a dress in a terracotta color and your hair is down, a smile doesn't wear off your face as you look back at him.

"You're so beautiful," he praises and that's the only truth.

"Thank you and you too," you praise back.

"Well except..." your hand reaches for his tie and goes to fix it, "now you're ready!"

He can feel his heart expands twice its size and beating so fast, he also can hear its beating in his ears.

He shouldn't waste more time, he offers his arm for you and you loop your hand around his arm, letting him sweep you off your feet on the dancefloor.

-

It's hard to look into his eyes and not to feel a thing.

His hands are on your waist and yours are on his shoulders, your body moves so awkwardly but Felix patiently guides you, swaying to the slow rhythm of the music.

"You said you don't know how to dance," he says with an impressed smile.

"I do," you assure him.

"This is not bad at all," he comments.

"That's because my brother gave me a short lesson," you shyly admit.

You know for certain that Felix isn't going to make fun of anything you said, he's too good to stoop that low. Therefore you don't have to worry about telling him things like this.

"Your brother is a dancer?"

You shake your head, "he's a rugby player."

A confusing look masked Felix's face and you understand why. No one gets it but your brother is one of a kind and you're very proud to have him in your life.

"Let's say, he's good at so many things," you simply resolve.

"Ah..." Felix responds with a nod of agreement.

The night feels so young, so hopeful, so magical and it feels like a dream to you. However, the next thing you know it's the last dance for the night.

You blame it on the fact that you came here so late but everyone else already got tired and there are only a few couples left on the dance floor.

"May I have the last dance?" Felix asks with one knee bent and a hand at you.

You put the champagne flute and put your hand on him, "yes, please."

He takes you with him back to the dance floor and you both stand facing each other, waiting for the music to start to play.

Felix places one hand on your waist and the other on your hand, once the music starts playing, you both start dancing.

You're following the instructions he gave you earlier, you only need to trust him and follow him.

And you're doing exactly those two things.

Goodness, Felix looks so stunning in his black suit and his slicked-back hair. His freckles, his smile, his kind eyes, just everything about him complement each other so well.

He's just so perfect and it makes you wonder if you deserve to be in this place, to have this dance with him.

You make a wrong step and you end up tripping over his foot, again, Felix catches your right on time.

"Are you okay?" He asks as he steady you.

You keep in mind that it's okay, embarrassing things like this are something to laugh about in the future.

"I'm okay," you assure him.

"Should we stop?"

You shake your head, "it's the last dance so..." you shrug and put your hands back on his shoulders.

"Okay," Felix also put his hands back on your waist and starts guiding you to sway, moving around the dance floor.

This is what you'll be missed if you didn't come and God, aren't you glad to come?

When you think about it, everything that has happened with Felix, how you met in a random place, how you met again for the second time in another random place, the failed date, and now, this.

The rose he gave you might have withered and died but not with your feelings as you feel them blooming into something you don't know what it is yet.

This chance will never come again nor is a person like him.

You put your hands around his neck and close the gap between your bodies, you feel his body stiffens against you, perhaps he gets a little surprised by the proximity.

A while later, you find his hand wrapped around your waist as he gently rests the side of his face against you, cheek to cheek.

You feel his warm breath a second before he speaks into your ear, "Thank you for coming!"

But you know those words mean more than just that.

-

All things come to an end, even the good things.

His heart gets heavier the closer his car gets to your apartment building, somehow it feels worse than waiting for you to come.

To conclude, he's better at waiting than letting you go.

He gets out of the car once he parked it to walk to the entrance of your apartment building, stopping just right by the elevator.

"I had fun tonight," you say to him while clutching your purse in front of you.

"Me too," he says back with a sheepish smile.

The empty lobby amplifies the feeling that tonight only belongs to you and him, which makes him reluctant to end the night with a goodbye.

He doesn't want it to end, he wants it to last forever.

The elevator chimes as it arrives and again, Felix finds himself in a situation that needed him to act in a such short amount of time.

One look into your eyes and he knows he wants to lose himself in them.

He catches your hand and takes a step closer, "Can I—" he aborts his plan to ask first and just go ahead with his guts.

Slowly, he presses a kiss on your lips and places his hand on your jaw, holding you still as he kisses you.

He lets the kiss lasts for a moment before letting it go.

Your eyes are still closed and the sight of your wet lips entices him to kiss you again.

He doesn't have it in him to resist the temptation, he places his lips on you again and you return the kiss this time, opening your mouth for him.

He's more than eager to deepen the kiss, tasting more of you.

This time, you pull away but keep your forehead presses against his, foolishly smiling at each other at how those kisses felt. Which are not less than what they're supposed to be, of something right, of something fated.

And when he least expected it, you come up with the question he wanted to ask.

You slide your hands up to his neck and clung to him, "do you want to go upstairs?"

-

Felix is standing behind you as you unlock the door.

Without having to look, you can feel his eyes on you, and the body heat he's emitting, makes you guess how close he is.

You hold the urge and push the door open, "come in!"

Felix steps into your apartment and his eyes widen in surprise, you got curious at what he's seeing.

It's your brother and he's sleeping on your sofa, "I don't know that he's—"

You stop explaining and come to your brother's side, gently shaking his body to wake him up while muttering curses under your breath.

"Wake up! It's late!" You say through your gritted teeth.

You accidentally slap his cheek a little too hard but it works to wake him up, he fumbles to get up from the sofa. He looks around, disoriented.

"Why are you still here?"

"I fell asleep," your brother answers them yawning.

"Can you please go now?" You plead while keeping it low to not let Felix hear the conversation.

"Okay, I'll call for a taxi home," he slurs as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"I mean now. Right now!" You insist.

Using your eyes, you gesture to Felix standing in the middle of the room watching you talk to your brother.

"Oh shit, is this the bus guy?" He asks in surprise.

Your brother shakes his head to summon his senses back into his head, "I mean, you're the dancer."

Felix awkwardly waves at him and politely smiles, "hi!"

"Don't worry, I'm just her gay brother," your brother adds.

You wince again and wish that you can disappear or someone removed him from this scene.

But since Felix already sees everything, you decide to properly introduce your brother to him.

"This is my brother," you tell him and awkwardly stand there between them.

Felix is the one who comes up and offers his hand to your brother for a handshake, "Hello, I'm Felix."

Your brother nods with a cryptic smile plastered on his face, he looks inexplicably masculine with his hand gripping Felix's lithe hand.

He gives Felix a long assessing look, it's just this thing he does to anyone who gets close to you. It's a brother thing.

"I play rugby, you know," he suddenly says and no one asks him anything about his job.

Felix nods, "yes, I've been told you are a rugby player."

Your brother nods again and gives him an approving smile, then finally, he lets go of the handshake. You see Felix's hand turns pale and you glare at your brother.

"Do you mind if I use the bathroom?" Felix asks.

"Not at all!" You answer and it's better like this, you're not going to let him be around your brother for too long.

"You're taking him here!" Your brother the second Felix closes the door of the bathroom.

You ignore him and grab his jacket, you hand it to him so he can put it on.

"You know what that means, right?" He slips his muscular arms into the sleeves of his jacket, "you're going to have sex with him!"

You groan at him and get him up from the sofa with all of your strength, "can you say that any louder?"

He gets up on his own and you push him in the direction of the door, "do you know what you're supposed to do, right?"

"Shush it!" You remind him that Felix can hear all of this.

He abruptly stops to look at you, "you have condoms?"

"Please, just go!" You desperately beg.

Your brother gets it, he lets out a sigh and then goes to give you a quick hug, "call me if anything happened or has not happened," he jokes.

You scoff and open the door for him, waving your hand at him until he enters the elevator.

"Where's your brother?" Felix asks once he returns from the bathroom.

"He left," you answer.

"I didn't get to say bye to him," he sadly says which is very cute of him that he worries about making a good impression on your brother.

And now that it's only the two of you in the apartment, apart from Percy who's snoring on his pillow, the tension is back and it doubles with every passing second.

The sight of your bedroom is tempting but you're not ready for that yet.

You think of something to keep things going and not to kill the buzz.

"Wine?"

-

It's the wine.

Felix believes that's the reason why he's telling you all of these things about himself, from the food he likes to the student who silently hates him.

He can see that you intently listen to him, asking everything that intrigues you, reacting to his jokes, and laughing along with him.

It's rare to find someone he wants to spend all night just talking to.

The bottle of wine is almost empty and the night is getting late, Percy's snoring is getting louder as well.

"I already expected that your brother would be so big because you mentioned he's a rugby player," He says then take the last sip of his wine.

"But I didn't know he would be that big," he emphasizes the word to describe your brother's enormous presence.

You laugh in response while tucking your hair behind your ear.

"He's hunky, I like it," Felix adds.

"Oh? You like him?" You ask with a slick smile and an eyebrow raised.

He puts his wine glass away to not risk him dropping it as he laughs.

"I'll let him know," you joke back.

The two of you are sitting on the sofa with a space in between and maybe it's you that keeps luring him in or maybe it's him seeking your warmth, wanting to stay close to you.

He realizes that the gap is closing as his knee bumps yours and in this proximity, he can feel that his brain is about to short-circuit.

He quickly thinks of something witty to say before everything that comes out of his mouth is pure idiocy.

"You can also tell him that I like his sister more," he doesn't mean to blurt it out like that but it happens because he's on the verge of imploding. Also, he wants you to know that.

It takes you a second to get what he said and you look down at your lap, flustered.

That's just so cute to him.

He reaches for your face and put his hand under your chin, he tilts your head to meet his gaze. Slowly, he leans in and you lean in as well, making the gap between your bodies turns nonexistent.

"I like you too," you say back to him with a smile.

There's no perfect way to capture this moment than with a kiss, a kiss that conveys how happy he is to know that you reciprocate his feeling.

He wraps his hand around you and you scoot closer to him like two opposites of magnet that attract one another.

A smile lingers on your face with your eyes still closed after you pull away, "want to know something?"

He puts his other arm around your shoulders and lets you rest your head on it, "yes."

"I almost didn't come to the dance ball tonight," you confess and the eyes you're giving him right now tell him that you're being honest.

He grabs your free hand and interlaced his fingers with yours, "why?"

"Being in a new place, in a crowd, they're not my specialties," you tell him with a grimace.

"And I don't like going out. I like staying at home."

Felix nods and brings your hand close to his mouth so he can kiss your knuckle, "is that why you were late?"

You nod.

"What makes you decide to come?"

"My brother," you shortly replied.

Felix nods again and softly sigh, "well, that makes me like him more," he playfully remarks.

"Oh?" You exclaim in a slight shock and your fingers are closing around his.

He gives you a long peck on the lips as a token of gratitude for being willing to come and try new things with him.

He appreciates the effort so much and that only makes him fall deeper into you. There's no escape at this point.

He's in love, through and through.

-

Percy likes to come to your bedroom and climbs into your bed, he'll try to wake you up in the morning.

To prevent that, you carefully close the door of your bedroom and try not to make any sound in the process.

When the knob clicks in place, you sigh in relief and turn to face Felix, who's looking nervous but looking so cool doing it.

"You have a nice room," he stutters, a hand scratching the back of his head.

"Thank you," you mutter.

Indeed, you haven't had a man coming to your place and staying the night over, it feels like the first time all over again. Now you're older and hopefully wiser, you know it's going to be different this time around.

For a start, you know that you like Felix and you fully consent to what is about to happen in your bedroom, sexually or not.

Felix's presence in your room doesn't make you feel that he's invading your space in a way that most people do.

It's just as if he belongs here, close to you.

"Can you help me take off my dress?" You ask.

You see his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat and you take it that he doesn't expect that request comes from you, "sure."

The dress has been weighing you all night, you didn't feel bothered by it earlier because of the adrenaline rush and you were having such a great time with Felix to focus on the inconvenience.

Hours passed and now you can feel your shoulders sagging because of it.

You turn around as he walks up to you then put your hair to one side to show him the zipper of the dress.

The sound of the zipper being parted open against the quiet of your room intensifies the tension in the room.

When you thought it was done once the zipper reached its end but no, Felix softly caresses the exposed skin with just the tip of his fingers, light and featherlike, a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering inside you.

You turn your head to look at him but his lips welcomed you instead, you spin your body around to face him, and have your lips locked with him again.

Felix parted the dress open and let it falls onto the floor, pooling around your ankle while you impatiently unbutton his shirt without looking.

All clothes are off the moment you both hit the bed and he hovers above you, kissing you wherever he can land his plush lips on.

Felix's hand goes down to touch your heating core and it feels hot the moment they make contact.

It gives you the idea to do the same for him, you slide your hand down to his abdomen and keep going south until your hand meets his semi-hard cock.

Gently, you wrap your hand around it and stroke it, up and down, up and down.

You both sense that none of you want to waste time anymore, you kiss him before telling him where you keep the condom.

"It's inside the drawer," you pointed to the small drawer next to the bed.

Felix takes it in a matter of seconds, he unwraps the foil wrapper with his hand and securely rolls it down his length. He smiles as he crawls over to you, kissing you again before positioning himself between your legs.

You spread your legs wider for him and did it without thinking or else you wouldn't do it at all.

Felix rubs his hands up and down your thighs, once in a while, he teases your clit by circling it with his thumb.

The breathing exercise you usually do whenever you're anxious can't help you in this type of situation, but you remind yourself that it's just excitement, lust, desire, everything mixed into one.

You moan as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, he smears your essence all over then finally pushes into you.

A loud moan rips out of you.

Felix abruptly stops moving, he gently rubs your thighs again.

"Are you okay?" He softly asks.

You believe it's just nerve and try to relax by taking a few deep breaths.

"I'm okay," you assure him.

With that being said, Felix pushes into you again and you moan in pain, "Oh my God!"

"Do I hurt you?" His voice is heavy with concern.

You shake your head. You don't know how to tell him about it but you know it'll be an embarrassing thing to say.

 "It's just..."

"Mmh?" He props his hands on each side of you with his face merely inches away from yours, "It's okay, tell me."

You cover your eyes as if it would help you hide from him, "I think you're just too big for me," you meekly answers.

There's a moment of silence, he is probably at a loss for words to respond to you and you understand why.

A while later, he takes your hands from covering your face and makes you look at him, "should we stop?"

"No," you answer rather too quickly and that makes you sound eager.

You put your hand on his neck and say, "I just need to relax."

"Okay," he gives you a peck on the lips before he pulls out of you to lay by your side.

He pulls the duvet to cover both of your bodies and he puts his arm out to be your pillow.

"I'm sorry," you sadly say, it's the last thing you want to do which is ruining this moment.

He softly chuckles and kisses your nose, "this is nothing to be sorry about," he consoles you.

You put your hand across his muscular chest and look at him, "I'm nervous because I haven't done it in a long time," you openly share with him.

He has the right to know that it's not him, it's you.

"I know," he casually says.

You jerk your head back in surprise, "how?"

"I heard you and your brother talking before he left," he answers with a cheeky smile.

You wince in pain and embarrassment, he heard everybody your brother said to you about you not having sex for a long time.

You groan and slump in your pillow, you pull the duvet over your head to hide from him.

"That's so embarrassing..." you grumble and your voice is muffled.

Felix follows suit and hides under the cover with you, "found you!"

You giggle as he pulls your body close to him and touches you under the cover, sneaky and soft, it's romantic and arousing at once.

"I'm also nervous because I'm doing it with you," you tell him but you don't feel embarrassed to let him know this.

"Why? Am I intimidating?" He asks with a sly smile.

You shake your head no and bring your mouth close to his ear, "because you're so hot."

You don't know what got into you next because you find yourself gently biting his ear shell.

His face turns red and his cheeks blushed profusely, it seems like you've just discovered his sensitivity spot.

-

The little giggles you let out as he plants ticklish kisses on your neck are so adorable yet aroused him so much.

His cock is impossibly hard and swollen, that little taste he got when he entered you earlier keeps replaying in the back of his head.

Fuck, you feel so good, so tight and it was only the tip. He can't imagine what it would be like to be fully buried inside you, don't think he'll last long.

"Felix," you softly call him.

He drags his mouth back to your lips and gives you a quick peck, "yes?"

You hold his small face in your hands and say, "let's try again," you say.

He's more than eager to cater to you but he needs to make sure you're not pressured to do this. Consent always comes first to him.

He softly kisses your inner arm for a second, "are you sure? You don't have to do it, you know?"

You shake your head, "I want this," you pause to land a long kiss on his lips, "so very much."

And that's low-key the sexiest thing a girl can say to him.

Somehow the break you both took helps him relax too and reminds him to take his time, not to rush it.

Felix starts by kissing you down until his mouth lands on your cunt, he wants to properly prepare you this time. He knows what to do with his mouth and to relax you with it, by running his tongue down your slit repeatedly, making it slick with his spit.

And gently, he sucks your clit and teases it with the tip of his tongue.

You're moaning and it's getting hot under the cover you throw it to the side, exposing both of you to the cool night air.

"You like that?" He asks with his head between your legs.

"Yes," you immediately answer.

Your hands reach for his head and bring him to hover above you again, not hesitating to kiss his mouth smeared with your essence.

Now, that is the second sexiest thing you've done tonight.

Felix concludes everything too early, he forgets the night is still young and you're still waiting for him with your legs spread open once again.

His hand gently holds you by the waist as he enters you, slowly and carefully, he makes sure to not cause any discomfort to you.

He feels your hand holding him by the nape of his neck, "Good?"

You nod with a smile that reassures him you're alright.

That's when he allows himself to indulge in the pleasure of entering you, have his cock sheathed inside your warm, velvety walls.

Deep, low growls escaped his mouth at the sight of his cock fully disappearing inside you.

He looks at your face so still with your mouth parted open, whimpering in pleasure.

He crashes his mouth against you and you return it with the same eagerness.

"You feel so good," he murmurs the second he pulls away from the kiss.

You smile against his lips and put your hands around his neck, letting him deepen the kiss.

Felix never takes sex as just sex, as just a mere physical fulfillment. That's why he rarely have sex just for the sake of it, he only wants to have sex with people whom he wants to truly bond with to seek a deeper, meaningful relationship. Call him boring but that's just how it is for him.

And this, what he has with you makes him believe that you're the one he's been looking for.

Felix takes your hand and flips over your hand on the bed, he slips his hand into yours, it's perfect like he's meant to hold it. He gives your cheek the softest of caress as he looks into your eyes, "I know it's early to say this," he says.

Your hand curves under his arm with your fingers tenderly trailing his shoulder blade, "yeah?"

"I want to be with you," he confesses and his heart quivering, a mix of excitement and fear mixed into one in his chest.

Your gaze softens at the sudden confession, "you do?"

He nods then swipes his thumb over your lips, "I want to be with you. I want you to fill my days and nights. I want you to be a part of my life."

He gives your lips the lightest yet most loving kiss he could give you as his heart aches and it only proves to him that his feelings are real for you.

"Do you want to be with me?" He asks.

You bring his face close to yours and give him almost the same tender kiss but with a steadfast conviction you answer him, "yes, I do."

Ain't he glad that he had just the last rose for you that day?

-

ONE YEAR LATER.

The dress suddenly shrinks in size and you struggle to fit yourself in it. It was fine when you try it on last night but that's with the help of your brother.

You can't possibly gain extra weight in a span of one night. You huff and try again for the last time, you successfully zipped up the dress by holding your breath for a few seconds.

One last look in the mirror, checking your make-up and hair then you're ready to go.

You pull open the door to find Felix already waiting in the living room, playing with Percy on the sofa. His head turns in your direction, noticing that you finally come out of the room.

His face instantly lights up when his eyes land on you.

"I'm ready!" You tell him.

He gets up from the sofa and takes a moment to admire you, his eyes traveling up and down your body.

Felix holds his hand out at you, "shall we?"

You place your hand on his and let him sweep you off your feet.

-

As long as he's with you he doesn't care about anything else.

Felix knows you'd prefer having a romantic dinner in the house than anywhere else. Comfort has to come first to ensure that the two of you have a great time tonight.

You highly approved the dinner that he cooked and the wine he bought for tonight, now he hopes you like the song he chooses for the dance.

"You're getting good at it," he says with an impressed smile then gives you a twirl.

"That's because you're a good teacher," you say back and let him pull you close until your back meets his chest.

He puts his arms wrapped around you and sways both of your bodies to the slow beat of the song and you rest your head on his shoulder, giving him access to easily kiss you on the lips.

He'll always treasure this moment with you and keep it close to his heart.

The only one who gets impatient as he unpacks a box of chocolate bonbon is Percy and he probably thinks it has his treats inside of it. He can see from the way he keeps spinning on the sofa.

"I'm sorry to tell you Percy but it's not for you," you say to him and scoop him onto your lap.

It would be petty of him to be jealous of how you treat your pet cat but he feels left out when Percy keeps putting his paw on your chin and starts nibbling on your lips. You put him away a few times but he keeps on licking your lips.

You warn him over and over again but he keeps on doing that.

"I'll get him his treats," you say, excusing yourself to the kitchen.

Percy starts to spin around on the floor at the sound of the treats hitting his feeding bowl while softly meowing at you.

You squat next to him and scratch his back, "you had your dinner so you can't have too much."

Now it feels like he's the one third-wheeling you, "babe, come here!" He says and failed to not sound like he's jealous.

You walk up to him and sit next to him on the sofa, he's got one piece of chocolate in his hand for you.

You take the whole piece at once, chewing on it with your cheeks looking puffy.

"Good?"

You nod and take a different piece of chocolate from the box, it's your turn to feed it to him.

He holds your wrist as he takes it into his mouth then sneakily licks your fingers while slyly smiling at you.

"Happy Valentine's day, my love!" He softly kisses the back of your hand.

"Happy Valentine's day," you say back and lean in to kiss him.

Felix doesn't want to waste this opportunity, he deepens the kiss and tastes chocolate in you. If only you know, between the two, you taste much sweeter.

"We met a year ago," you say in disbelief.

"Yeah and I was sad that I didn't get your number," Felix admits.

You gently hit his chest and he groans in pain, "Ouch!"

"I was standing there the whole time and you didn't say anything!" You tell him with your eyes almost out of their sockets.

He quickly takes your hand and pulls you close, "I know but I was so nervous, you're so beautiful, babe," he explains his reasons while pressing his face to the side of your head.

He turns your head to make you face him, "I was so captivated."

You scoff then pout at him, "you're lucky because I got called for a job that day when we met again."

"You're lucky that I decided to go home early that day," he says back at you.

You grab the collar of his shirt and say, "Or else..."

"Or else..." he repeats your words and leans in, his lips only an inch away from yours.

"We wouldn't be here now," you say.

"And?"

"We wouldn't have this conversation."

His eyes are focusing on your lips, "Uh-huh."

"And you wouldn't be able to kiss these lips," you say with a seductive smile.

He tips his head to the side, impressed that you can easily read his mind. He can hardly wait anymore, he kisses you with all of his heart, pouring all of his love for you.

His hands start to wander by themselves like they have minds of their own and start touching you, tracing every curve of your body, feeling you all over with the dress separating his palm from touching your silky smooth skin.

"Do you like my dress?" You ask against his lips.

"No," he replies.

"I hate it, loathe it, despise it."

You shot him a deadly glare in return for his spiteful words.

"I want to take it off of you," he whispers with his breath tickling your ear.

Or else... he wouldn't be here openly saying he wanted to undress you.

One year doesn't change the way he sees your body, he'll never get enough of it no matter how many times he has seen it.

It's a body that recognizes his touches and he knows where to touch you right, a body that's so sensitive to the faintest of his fingertips on you.

You whine as you slowly ease yourself on him and he brushes all of your hair to the side to plant kisses on your neck.

"Still too big for you, mmh?" He teases.

You scoff as you look at him, "oh please, don't get cocky!"

Both of you let out a collective gasp as you managed to all of him. He holds you still as he presses a haste kiss on your lips, hungry for more of your taste in his mouth.

It's not just sex with you, it's making a sweet, sweet love.

The way you move against him and enjoy pleasing him, that's just so sexy to him.

He cups your face and takes a closer look at your face, a face that he missed seeing even in his sleep.

"You're so beautiful, love," he murmurs with loving eyes.

He can tell that you like when he praises you like this from the way you clench around him.

"I'm so lucky to have you," he murmurs another praise at you.

That seems to arouse you more that you quicken the pace and it does him no good, you're driving him to the edge.

Your moans grow louder, your grip becomes tighter and your nails dug deeper into his skin.

"Want to cum," you whine with your eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

"Yes, baby?" Felix's brain is clouded with pleasure to properly function.

You sloppily kiss him on the mouth, "want to cum together with you," you breathlessly say against his lips.

"But baby, if you keep clenching around me I'll not last long," he tells you with a sly grin plastered on his face.

He grabs your waist and takes control of your body, forcing you to slow the pace down. Eventually, you follow the pace he sets and change your movement by rolling your hips in circular motions.

"You're getting too good at this," he complains but with zero annoyance in his voice.

You giggle and pull him for a kiss, "why? Do you mind?"

"Not at all!"

He takes a handful of your hair as he kisses you deep and hard with tongues and teeth clashing inside your mouth. The kisses steal all of the air in your lungs that you have to pull away first.

Felix keeps your head resting against his and syncing his breathing with you, two bodies move in unison.

This very moment is tender and intimate, he believes he will never experience this with anyone else but you.

The fact that he met you again that day tells him that this is indeed fate, he's destined to be with you.

"I love you," he softly mutters with an endearing caress on your cheek.

You smile as your gaze softens, "I love you too," you say back without a beat.

Or else... he wouldn't be this happy to hear you say it back to him.

-

Percy sits on your stomach and has been meowing right at your face for you don't know how long.

"Be quiet!" You slur with your eyes still closed.

He starts to nuzzle his head at you and nibble on your nose, you cover your face with your hand to stop him.

"Percy, be quiet!" You tell him again.

Through your squinted eyes, you see that it's only seven in the morning and you can get at least half an hour more of sleep.

"You're hungry, huh?" You ask as you sleepily pat his furry head.

He meows in response.

"Give me a minute, okay?" You tell him. You need a few minutes to gather your thoughts and rub the sleep off your eyes.

Felix eventually got bothered by Percy's continuous mewl, he turns on the bed and put his hand across your chest.

"Stay," he mumbles.

Percy puts his tiny paw on Felix's hand and pushes it off of you, he let out a loud meow at him.

Felix's eyes snap open and he glances at you, "is he telling me not to hold you?"

You laugh in confusion because you only discovered now that Percy can be so possessive over you.

"I think so, yeah," you answer.

Felix pats Percy on the head, "I thought we agree to share, buddy," he says to him.

Percy aggressively mewls at him with fangs out and everything.

"Percy!" You scold him and cuddle his face to stop him from making screeching noises.

"He's hungry," you say and turn your head at Felix.

"I'm afraid I can't stay," you give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Felix kisses your bare shoulder and nuzzles his head into your neck, "stay," he mutters close to your ear.

You put your hand in his hair, his soft locks slipping through your fingers and you're more than tempted to spend the morning cuddling with him.

"I want to but Percy—" your words got cut off as Felix places a kiss on your neck with his teeth faintly biting the skin.

"That's not fair," you whine but not doing anything to stop him.

"Mmh? What is it, baby?" Felix pretends not to hear you and continues making a trail of kisses down the column of your throat.

Percy's mewl interrupts both of you and Felix sighs in defeat, he knows he's not going to stop mewling until you feed him.

You give him a long, lingering kiss to console him, "I'm sorry, baby."

Felix smiles in return and rests his head back onto his pillow, "Do you mind if I get more sleep?"

"Not at all!" 

He demands one more kiss from you before you leave and close the bedroom door.

After filling Percy's bowl, you don't feel like cooking breakfast this morning. You decide to make a quick run to the bakery across the street to get a few pastries and a latte for Felix.

On the way back, you pick up a few mails from your letterbox and clutch everything in your arms.

Percy greets you with his happy mewls and trails behind you as you place everything you carry onto the dining table.

You check your mail to see if there's a work-related one, instead, you found one. You flip the letter to see who the sender is and you gasp in surprise to see that it's from Felix.

You bring the letter with you as you jog to your bedroom with Percy still trailing behind you.

You jump onto the bed and sit next to his sleeping figure.

He gets startled that his eyes instantly open, "what is it, babe?"

You catch your breath before speaking, "did you send me a letter?"

He seems to get it right away which only means he knows what you're talking about, "the letter should have arrived yesterday," he grumbles and props his elbow against the mattress.

The duvet slides down his body and exposes his bare upper body, his sculpted abs look more defined under the morning sun.

"Can I read it?" You ask even though you don't need his permission.

He places his hand on your thigh and looks up at him, "go ahead."

You carefully open the envelope without trying to rip it and slowly take out the letter inside, you unfold it while looking at him in excitement.

One look and you know it's all handwritten, it's his handwriting. You lick your lips and clear your throat before reading the letter out loud.

"There's nothing in all the world I want but you and your precious love."

Even the opening line makes your heart flips a couple of times already.

"All the material things are nothing. I'd just hate to live a sordid, colorless existence because you'd soon love me less and less and I'd do anything – anything – to keep your heart for my own."

You hold the hand resting on your thigh and continue reading.

"I don't want to live— I want to love first, and live incidentally... Don't ever think of the things you can't give me. You've trusted me with the dearest heart of all–and it's so damn much more than anybody else in all the world has ever had."

You put the letter close to your chest and close your eyes, taking a moment to let the words sink into you.

"I have bad penmanship, I know," he says to you with a playful smirk.

When you're ready to face him, you intertwined your hand with him and sigh, a sigh that tells him how grateful you are for him.

Emotions bubble up and burst out of you, you feel the urge to tell him the truest words you can say to him.

"I love you so much," you tell him, and your heart aches and your eyes start to water. 

"I love you too, baby," he says and goes to hold you tightly.

All of your past mistakes and wrong decisions suddenly don't matter to you anymore because this path has led you to him.

This is fate, this is destiny and this is right because he is right.

"It's my first love letter," you croak as you are on the verge of crying.

"And I'll keep writing you a love letter to the last you'll ever receive," he says back and kisses you on the forehead.

And who cares about the one who gets the first rose when you get to be the last one from him?

-

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That Radio Show

Summary: In the absence of the radio demon listeners of hell find a new broadcast to enjoy

I know I haven’t updated in a while but I was really racking my brain for a good chapter four. Please let me know of any errors and if you enjoy it!

Chapter three

Chapter Four: A Princess Meets The King

“Ylsuoires erom esnesnon koot ew fi ffo retteb eb dirow eht t'ndluoW?”

As the song ended the sound of ocean waves was replaced by the sound of piano overlayed by static.

“Good afternoon by dear listeners,” you said with your usual electric static-y voice.

“It 12:00 pm here in Pentagram city, and thus it is peak listening hours for my lovely little station so I must make an announcement. I apologize, but your dear radio host will be taking the day off tomorrow.” You said keeping your voice level, since a confident tone tended to translate on the radio better because of the static.

“I know, I know, little old me doesn’t take days off often, but not to worry! I have the music lined up for tomorrow, all be it with a few adds here and there to replace some regular segments of chatter.”

“I am planning to take only one day of, but should things go ascue I will take an additional day off. So I hope to see you back on Wednesday, Thursday at the latest.”

“Of course I will still be here the rest of today so please call in, listen, and enjoy. And I will be making this announcement a couple more times today and posting on That Radio Show’s hellstagram page about my unfortunate absence. Well listeners, that’s it from me for now, our next song is another lovely request from Ms Velvet, coming up next is “Breezeblocks” by alt-J. Stay tuned!” With that the static ceased and the song started.

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Leaving your house was always a lengthy endeavor, you curse your skittish cautions nature as a doe. You stood beside your door, staring at yourself through the mirror while applying the last for your lipstick.

You wore a flowy white dress that allowed for full range of motion and milky pink dancing shoes, they were comfortable and are easy to run in should shit go down, with a bag in the same pink color.

Mentally you went through a check list.

Bag? Check.

Make up? Check.

Mirror? Check.

Wallet? Check.

Money? Check.

Pepper spray? Check.

And last but most important, your cane.

Your cane was the extremely modern microphone and microphone stand you used while broadcasting, it was heavy duty and was a good battering weapon should the need come, and it conducted electricity very well so it amplifies and complements your electric power splendidly.

With one last deep breath and check of your watch you left your home to catch a cab.

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Stepping out of the cab you were at the bottom of the hill, at the top, the Hazbin Hotel. Walking up the hill did little to calm your curiosity and anxieties. Now standing at the door, you brought out your mirror, making sure no makeup had smeared and your white hair was perfectly placed. Your red lipstick was the same as your well manicured nails and complemented your complexion, your teeth that were the same color as your milky pink shoes were sharp and perfectly straight. With one more deep breath to mask your nerves you closed your mirror with enough forced to break it, put it way and gave the front door a hearty nock. After a couple seconds of waiting you started to get fidgety, you brought your microphone closer to you, crossing your arms and looked at your nails, waiting for the door to open.

Hearing the door open made your face open in a sharp sinister smile. Before you could see who was at the door it was shut wish a slam. Needless to say you were surprised a bit offended, your ears twitched in annoyance, this spurred confidence in you. You knocked again.

This time you were tapping your foot and making eye contact with the door. Once the door opened again you stared back at the person opening it from behind the chain lock before they gave it another slam.

The normally even static that surrounded your presence raised and started to pop and tickle on your skin. You knocked agin.

“Dear I have little patience for your antics, and I have dry cleaning to pick up before 4:00 so I’d like this go faster than how it’s currently going,” you huffed, static and electricity threatening to attack the door.

The door opened again, slower, and more cautiously.

“Lovely,” you said with a sigh.

“Now I, would prefer a face to face conversation but if talking through a door is what is needed to talk to someone, so be it.”

Not giving you much room to breathe, the peach eyed person spoke up.

“What do you want,” the snippy person beyond the door barked out.

“Well dear, I have come to speak with Miss. Morningstar. I have come with business and expect to speak to someone about it.” You said gaining control over the static once again, twirling your cane.

“Oh, Vaggie! Is someone at the door?” Though muffled you could pick up someone talking from the other side of the door. This made your sharp smile return.

“No one important,” said the person turning around to meet the other person.

“No one important! Oh dear, does my presence strike a nerve?” You said teasingly but harsh. The person behind the door snapped their head towards you and their eye clearly showed anger.

“Let me see! Let me see!” Said the seemingly same cheery voice from earlier but now closer and more clearly. The door shut momentarily before opening wider with the absence of the chain lock. You made brief eye contact with the blond woman opening the door, then it again suddenly closed. This ticked you off.

“If I have come at an inopportune time, I can come back tomorrow but I wish not to waste any more of my time,” you said with static and electricity again surrounding you threateningly. Just as you were about to turn around and leave the door opened again, slower, timidity. The blond girl in front of you was bracing herself on the door, and the person who opened the door earlier was right behind her.

“Again, I am looking to speak with Miss. Morningstar. I have matters of business I need to speak to her about.” You said trying to keep your tone even and less annoyed.

“Oh! That’s me hi,” the blond woman said giving you a little wave.

“Lovely. I have come to inquire about your hotel here, you see your letter may have been charming but it left lots to the imagination. I wish to know more about you are planning to do with this hotel of yours.” You said finally retrieving a cooler demeanor.

“Oh! That I can do. But please explain to me really quickly, uh what letter,” Miss Morningstar said cautiously.

“Oh dear! Where are my manners, my mother would be rolling in her grave to know I haven’t introduced myself at the start of a conversation. I am the host of That Radio Show, you sent me a letter not to long ago-“

“OH YOUR THE PRINCESS OF RADIO,” the blond said excitedly cutting you off. You cringed a bit at the name.

“I do suppose some people call be that but that’s not my name, in fact I have no relation to hell’s king of radio, the radio demon. Hells I haven’t even been able to catch a broadcast. We shouldn’t even be compared. My name is Y/n, dear princess.”

“No need for all that formal stuff, just call me Charlie,” she said waving you off.

“Sure, now I would like to discuss related to our businesses. You see I would love to support you, hell I’d pay you to keep you as a sponsor, however I need to know more about your business. Tell me how exactly do you plan on redeeming sinners?” You said sharp grin returning to your face.

“We can discuss this inside, this might take a minute,” Charlie said cautiously.

“Very well then,” you said while walking past the girls and taking in the scenery.

The lobby was dark, red, and enveloping, with the exception of the bar, which was an erre green color and decorated intricately in bones.

“Now this is not what I was expecting, though I’m not sure what I expected exactly,” you said with a chuckle.

As you sat on the couch the girls sat across from you.

“So, tell me all about this place,” you said with a newly summoned pen and notepad in your hands.

“The whole goal is to rehabilitate sinners, to mold them into good people to be sent to heaven.” Charlie said with here bright smile.

“I’ve gotten that much, but how do you plan to do it? And what are the things that set that mold? What is a heaven bound sinner supposed to act like?” You hoped asking comprehensive questions would get you to learn about the meat and bones of this place.

“Well, we plan to teach our residents about heavenly values and try and implement it into everyday life. We have various bonding and self improvement activities throughout the day here.” Charlie seemed to light up at your questions and answered in a rushed voice. You jotted down as much as you could as she spoke but you weren’t too worried because your microphone was recording the conversation.

“I see, tell me, what activities do you do here, and how do they play a part in the development of your residents?” You said, duly noting that she didn’t answer your last question and she didn’t expand on “heavenly values”.

“Well…,” Charlie immediately sounded deflated.

“We hope that through our activities and daily effort the residents will start to change their path, and start their way on the path of riotousness,” you noticed she sounded unsure, way less confident than before.

“I am guessing there is not much more to this idea than that is there?” You said tossing your pen and notepad into the air letting them disappear midair.

“Uhm, well. We do already have a resident, a few staff members, and an overlord sponsor,” Charlie said meekly.

“Well I suppose there is not much to be expected when just starting out,” you said with a sigh.

“Well, I’ll just get to it. I wish to sponsor you, I don’t mean to have any steak to the money make here or drive your cause exactly, but I wish to support you. Letting guests stay here for free won’t generate money, and without money you can’t build on this place, you’ll be stuck with the shell that it is,” you said making eye contact with Charlie.

“Well, I’m not sure what you mean by that exactly,” Charlie said confused.

“In exchange for a room here I will pay you rent, utilities, anything you wish to charge for and I will continue to advertise your little hotel in my broadcasts. You see this hotel is closer to my office than my current home and truly, if redemption is possible down here of all places I wish to support that cause. I might just be getting sentimental, but I am sure every demon down here has family up there that they miss, that they hope everyday they won’t forget and if this place gives even a glimpse of hope they can see them again I want to give this place every chance it can get.” You said more serious than you thought.

“Wow really?! That means soooo much to me, thank you.” Charlie said excitedly, practically jumping in her chair.

“Before we have anything set in stone I would like to know of the residents here. Tell me about the staff and patrons of you could,” you said, smile becoming tought on your face.

“Okay! Obviously we have me, the owner. To my left is my girl friend Vaggie, she helps run and execute activities.,” she paused for a moment to scan her surroundings before pointing to the bar.

“Resting on the bar is Husker, our bar tender. We have a maid but she is probably running around catching bugs somewhere, she is short and is quick so look out for her. And last but not least is our sponsor Alastor, he-“ Charlie was cut off by a new voice suddenly speaking from behind you.

“Oh? You’re talking about me Charlie, only good things I hope.” The voice you heard was overlayed with static, just like yours, that didn’t seem good.

“Of course Alastor! We just got to you, I was just explaining the residents of the hotel to our, hopefully, new guest!” You could tell she was a little off put but still cheery. The person speaking behind you soon manifested beside Charlie, looking you straight in the eyes.

“This is Alastor, the radio demon, he is the host of the hotel,” said Charlie, in her usual upbeat way. Hearing that your face dropped and your ears stuck to your skull. All you could do was cover your mouth and mutter under your breath, “oohh, I fucked up.” You tried to gather your composure quickly.

“Huh, well. It’s a pleasure to meet all of you, now I wouldn’t be to sure about be being an official guest as of yet but I appreciate your enthusiasm dear,” you said trying to sound collected and to hide the usual static in your voice with your smile straining significantly.

“Alastor, this is THE princess of radio, she works as the host for That Radio Show! It’s the one playing all the time, it’s running right now. Isn’t that great!” Charlie said, obviously not noticing the tension in the room as it fell silent minus the gentle music coming from the radio on the bar.

“Charlie, Charlie, Charlie! I’ve told you how I don’t exactly favor that name, and- you shouldn’t speak such high praise- my little broadcasts don’t even hold a candle to the radio demon’s, everyone with half a brain knows it,” you said talking a mile a minute.

Alastor looked at you inquisitively, his ever lasting smile darkening as he walked towards you.

“Well, it’s good to know the younger generation is still interested in good old radio. It’s good to finally put a face to the voice of the supposed princes,” Alastor said condescendingly while towering over you.

“You are a doe aren’t you? All the does I’ve seen down here have been so skittish they could barely leave their homes, good to see one is out in the world with such an important job,” he said with a hearty chuckle that you could tell was hiding something.

Alastor’s static was much stronger than yours, you could feel it tickle your skin from feet away, but him being this close to you was terrifying and you the static scratching and popping on your skin made it feel to real to move.

“I’ve never met another doe, let alone another deer, so I couldn’t confirm your sentiment,” you said trying to build your guard back up, your ears flinging to their normal position on your head.

“Well, you’re a curious thing, aren’t you? You will tell me your name won’t you? I’m starting to believe you’ll run away should I take my eyes off you! HA HA,” Alastor laughed in a way that made his words less serious but no where near a joke.

“It’s Y/n, I’m terribly grateful to finally meet my predecessor, I’m sure all of hell will be happy (or terrified) to hear of your return,” you said with a smile you tried to keep as relaxed as possible while holding out your hand for Alastor to shake.

Alastor stopped his theatrics for a moment staring down at you, you could tell the cogs in his head were turning and his response was on the tip of his tongue by the way the static surrounding him started to soften momentarily before it returned to normal and he took your hand.

“Alastor, quite a pleasure to meet you, quite a pleasure. It’s good to finally have some hearty competition again, I’ll be sure to catch one of your broadcasts when your are actually on the clock,” he said staring at you creepily, he held the handshake for what seemed to be forever.

“The pleasure is all mine, I’m sure of it, and there’s so need to do such a thing, I bet my little show wouldn’t be of interest to you,” you said earnestly as Alastor gave one last tight squeeze of your hand before letting go.

“Oh how humble of you dear, radio must have changed during my seven year sabbatical, you’d be the best place to start to learn about modern radio broadcasting and I’m sure there is much to know,” Alastor said with his condescending and sarcastic voice, the static was starting to get overwhelming and just as you were feeling to urge to run away Charlie spoke up again.

“Now that you’ve met everyone Y/n, what do you think? What are your thoughts about becoming a resident?” Charlie’s voice helped break the tension a bit but returning to the conversation before hand had felt like she took the air from your lungs.

“Well, this place is lovely and I am sure I want to support this place. I can give you a call tomorrow to set an amount I will pay you to keep your sponsor. And as for becoming a resident, I’m not so sure about that. I have no desire to step on anyone’s toes here and I will be working for most of the day, everyday, so I wouldn’t be able to be as close to everyone in the hotel as you aim to be so I’m truly not sure,” you said cautiously while standing up timidly and grabbing you microphone tightly.

“Oh well, no worries then. Let me just give you my business card so you can give me a call later, I’ll be right back with that,” Charlie said brightly as she walked out of your sight and Vaggie was soon to follow.

“Well dear, I’m sure Charlie will be absolutely thrilled of you joined and I’d personally be interested in knowing more about my little junior,” Alastor said with another chuckle, you couldn’t exactly place his tone though.

Soon enough not quickly enough, Charlie ran back to you and gave you her business card.

“Thank you for stopping by Y/n, I hope to hear from you soon,” she said brightly as she gave you a light hug and sent you on your way. As you left and went to pick up your previously mentioned dry cleaning all you could think was…

How the hell did life come to this.

[jack-xoxo]

Im being careful, I know what I’m doing…

Cw: 18+ !!

You feel groggy when you first wake up in the morning. Your arm moves lazily to feel the big hairy mammoth that would usually be lying with you, but your senses wake you up in realization and you sit up straight, your eyes move with your head, and you wake up to an empty bed "fuuhhcckk" you groan to yourself, you put on a shirt and walk out the room. The building you stayed in was vast, big enough to fit the number of people in Washington into one building, but you didn't need to look around the whole structure to find Miguel, you knew the one location he would be in, and you would frequently joke as the 'doom cave'.

The bright screens above you caused a slight blindness, and suddenly, a web shot from your arm, launching you onto the floor. Layla, who always brightened up your life, figuratively and literally, glitched on your shoulder. She kept you updated on the job Miguel couldn't do for seven months. "How long has he been up?" you asked her.

“Mmm” the bright yellow fairy tapped on her cheek before snapping her finger “For at least 5 hours, he sneaked out of the room for this”

You nodded slightly and Layla zips out of your view, now wanting to give you two the stage.

Miguel is in a shrimp stance that we can work with, holding a massive red flag and eyes the size of a bloodhound. He acknowledges your presence but chooses to ignore it as his fingers tap dance on the bright dance floors that fade after a minute; he was wearing a baby strap to support his hefty belly bump and couldn't perform work with just one hand. You knew your fetishes were strange, but you never imagined you'd be attracted by your husband in his robe, boxers with his soft package jutting out, pecs growing larger and strangely loaded with milk.

Stress was going to be the death of both him and the baby. He knew better, but the timeline needed to be followed and everyone required a check-up; you saw no reason for him to watch folks he didn't (or barely) know. Your hands glide up to his shoulders and squeeze him; his arms relax but his fingers remain frozen in the holograms; you see the chair you gave him at the beginning of Miguel's pregnancy from your peripheral view and shoot a rope to drag it closer; then you pat his back and whisper to his ear, "You should sit down."

Miguel's gaze never left the screen "Maybe" He kicked the chair out of the way, but you grabbed it swiftly. "Now, Miguel," you said.

"Later…" he said, his tone slightly angry.

You both weren't going to back down; you fired a web at his back and kicked the chair to him before pulling, just in time for him to sit down; he swore under his breath.

"Will you join me in bed and not sneak away again?" You ask, your hands back to firmly squeeze his shoulders, then you proceed to touch and milk his pecs, wetting the robe, "I have work to do" He repeats it, allowing it to stick with you because it is his only reason. Your mind wonders how a man can be so stubborn and independent yet, so loving and so un-independent. "You always have something to do," you remind him. "Take the day or even the week off." He slicks his hair back, brushing the strands away from his face.

Miguel hummed in response, returning to his grim work environment.

If you can't talk out of it with him, you might as well force him.

You keep squeezing his milky pecs; he usually keeps it quiet, but not when his hands slow down and tremble as he tries to do his job, keeping it hard while the warm liquid pours down your hands. Miguel's stern visage quickly softened, and you kept testing the waters, your lips haunting his neck with taunting teases.

Your hands move in a circular manner, and more golden milk flows like a fountain as you continue to squeeze his pecs. Miguel leans and squirms in his seat, while his cock expands and throbs uncomfortably in his underwear. He murmured under his breath, "Shockin' hell my love…" as the pre leaked through the fabric that grew thinner to hold his cock down. Miguel pulled down his boxers and his cock flung free, weeping precum and twitching under the belly.

Gasping for air, he called out her name “Lyla…” His body was drenched in sweat, and his heart was pounding out of his chest, as he collapsed into the chair. With every passing moment, his body temperature kept rising, and he could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, making him feel hornier than ever before “…Silent mode for 45 minutes”

The room dims to a greater light; you continue to grope his chest and lean in, but he leans forward. His hands grip the desk as you place your hands on his chest, then move them to hold his waist. The head of your cock nudges against Miguel's entrance, teasing him as you pull down your sweatpants and thrust the tip into his entrance, resulting in gentle and low grunts. "Keep holding my waist honey…" he told you, as you kept thrusting slightly "don't stop… shock… shock…" he whispered as you shoved the entire length in "shock!!, Órale güey!!" He moans aloud.

[grimfox]

Milkdromeda

Andromeda did dance this way

her brilliance on full display

her graceful bill'wing skirt sashayed

and spiraled in the stillness

he watched from here, his hearts aglow

the Milky Way did start to flow

as stars all twinkl'ng tapped their toes

and two merged in to tango

their spiral arms were bound up tight

a dance of chaos and delight

there never was a sky so bright

as their love in the aether

[looney-lei]

Lessons for the Milky and the Dance-less

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‘This is.. entirely too much’ Almond thought, as he gazed at the grand-scale gala event in front of him.

Spiraling white columns that reached towards a sugar glass roof, a polished floor with star patterns, windows that opened up to a whimsical winter wonderland cityscape, embellished by the streetlights and the snow that fell on the pointy roofs, and representations of the celestial custodian of wizards carved on the walls. Every cookie there was formerly dressed, the members of the M.E.H. sported their shiniest coats, while the magicians wore their best hats. He wasn’t different, wearing a lustrous black coat above his pristine white uniform, with a formal hat to match, all of them with golden accents. He had to look his best, because after all..

This was all for him.

Usually, promotions in the M.E.H. Department weren’t that big of a deal, a new badge, people clapping and having some coffee before a new case that merits more attention breaks out and the celebrations have to be cut short. A celebration such as this was practically unheard of, but after his years of service, alongside his involvement in the Beacons of Unity event a few years ago, the Council of Magic decided to make his promotion a special occasion as a way to honor him, going as far as hosting it in the same location where new magicians graduated. Of course, most of his thoughts were set on what Magic mishaps could be going in Parfaedia while he was stuck there. Sure, with the years the department had employed more cookies that helped him be less overworked, however, the magic cases had also gone up with time. For now, all he could do was to try his best to enjoy the ceremony and not dwell too much on it.

’That would be difficult.’

He turned his gaze towards his daughter, who was happily chatting with his colleagues by a corner. Or well, their colleagues, Walnut had joined the M.E.H. as an intern to try to follow his footsteps. He smiled, and decided not to interrupt them, but something caught his attention, among the cookies there was one he was familiar with, Creampuff. Her graduation wasn’t that long ago, but she already was finding herself in the front pages of newspapers because of her innovative research of different combinations for magic styles, under the tutelage of.. Latte.

He spotted the cookie uncharacteristically by herself, seemingly distracted by the musicians, as she bit her thumb with a furrowed brow. Wearing an off the shoulder, cream colored gown with rich brown details, alongside her trusty hat, she looked elegant, yet her posture was a bit slouched and she seemed to be tapping her foot.

Curious by this, he approached his friend. Years ago they had been something closer to rivals, but as time passed they had come to enjoy each other's presence. quite a lot actually. Whenever they found themselves together he couldn’t help but feel at ease, regardless of whatever magical accident had happened nearby, even if it came from her. He supposed it could’ve been her careless smile, or how he had grown used to her insistence on sweetening his coffee with milk.

Friends, they’re friends. No need to ponder on that.

“Nice to see you here, Ms. Latte”

“Ah!” — Latte Cookie jumped slightly, before quickly giving him a smile, albeit a slightly forced one — “Well, if it isn't the cookie of the hour, Detective Almond.” — She tilted her head slightly — “Or should I call you Commissioner Almond?”

The honorific still felt a bit too heavy for him, specially coming from her.

“ Ahem, No, just call me the same as before.”

“Fine then, De~tec~tive” — She overemphasized each syllable jokingly, causing him to feel a bit of warmth on his face.

“Uh, right. Anyways, just a second ago I saw you looking oddly nervous, is there anything going on?” — He then realized he was using his detective voice and he softly continued — “.. as in, are you alright?”.

Latte stared for a second and quickly smiled again, although Almond could tell it was less confident than usual.

“No worries! I was just focusing on the music.” She leaned forward and pointed at his chest. “What you should do is relax and enjoy your special day detective, instead of accusing mages of suspicious behavior”. — Her smile became a bit more sly — “None of us will cause an accident.”

He blushed a bit and cleared his throat.

“Right, I apologize”

Latte leaned back, content with her little victory.

“No worries! Either way, you probably should go towards the council members over there, I think it’s time for your official promotion.”

“Indeed, let’s get this over with.”

“Come on, don’t be so grumpy, aren’t you excited in the least?”

“It’s hard to be when usually any announcement gets interrupted by some emergency.”

Latte sighed, patting Almond’s back.

“Gee, you can be such a party pooper at times”

“I know.” He said, a smiling growing in his face “you’ve told me.”

——————-

After the announcement, the clapping, and the new, shinier badge, Almond went back to absentmindedly walking around the Gala. Besides every so often being stopped by cookies wanting to say their congratulations, he still felt mostly indifferent if not slightly annoyed at the occasion. This feeling became more prevalent after they announced a dance. At this point the event felt less like a promotion and more like a Ball. ‘Did they really intend to honor my work in the beacon accident.. or did they just meant to show off their influence?’. He sighed at his conclusion, but it also made him consider. I guess this is a show of power and influence for the M.E.H department, and it could discourage possible magic attacks through intimidation.. but to do so like this is..’

“Mr. Almond..?“

A soft voice broke him out of his thoughts, and he turned to see Creampuff standing there with a shy smile. He immediately smiled back at the girl, recalling how happy they were at her graduation. — “Congratulations on your new position as commissioner.”

“Ah, thank you. It’s good to see you Miss Creampuff, it’s been a while. I heard you’ve made a name for yourself.”

“Ah, well, the newspapers do exaggerate it a teensy bit… it’s nice to see you again.” — She crossed her arms. — “By the way, have you seen Ms. Latte?”

“I saw her before the announcement, standing near the musicians, did anything happen..?”

Creampuff waved her hands — “O-oh! No, not all, it’s just.. I just wanted to ask her something.” She laughed it off nervously.

In Almond’s mind, it was clear that something was up, but he played it off to not alert the already nervous Creampuff.

“Right, I’ll tell you if I spot her.” — With the pleasantries over, Almond was about to excuse himself until Creampuff spoke again. — “Do you.. know how to dance?”

The question caught him off guard; and he could tell Creampuff also immediately regretted saying it out loud.

“I’m sorry, I misspo—“

“Only the basics, and I haven’t in quite some time.” He turned towards her. “Why do you ask, kid?”

“Nothing, nothing! It’s just that.. this whole ball dance thing didn’t seem like it fit you.. sir.”.

Almond couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. “You’d be right about that Miss Creampuff”. He looked towards the side and something caught his eye on one of the balconies. “If you’d excuse me, I need to check something out.”.

After their little chat, Almond headed towards the snow-covered balcony, suspicious of the type of cookie that would go out to take a breather in such bad weather.

——————-

Softly opening the sugar glass door, Almond attempted to sneak upon however was there, only to stop at the realization of who this was. A cookie that seemed to be mimicking a dance, although an awkward one, with a floating spoon as her partner, slightly shivering from the cold.

“Miss Latte..?”

The cookie let out a small gasp as the spoon gravitated quickly towards her hand, only for her grasp to soften when their eyes met.

“Ah, you found me, great.”

Perhaps a few years ago he would’ve immediately tried to detain her and question the secrecy of the magic usage when standing next to other magicians. However, as the years hardened his resolve, so did his heart soften whenever he found himself in her presence. He merely sighed, and walked towards the cookie, leaning towards the rail and taking in a huge breath of the cold air. “I do admire your ability to withstand this cold for the sake of..” he trailed off, chuckling to himself a bit. “A dance with your staff..?”

“Don’t laugh!” She scoffed as she lowered her staff and crossed her arms. “I was..” she clenched her jaw. It wasn’t a nervous gesture, but an annoyed one.

“You were…” continued Almond.

“Fine, I might as well tell you at this point” — She grumbled a bit and sighed, before looking at his eyes “I don’t know how to dance, so I was practicing with my staff.”

“…”

“…”

“…That’s it..?”

“R-Right, I had meant to ask someone to dance but I couldn’t manage to get the time to properly learn due to grading all my students' work and..” She paused as Almond put his coat on her shoulders, not realizing he had been this close. “It’s cold” he murmured “And why would you need to know how to dance now either way?”. She looked to the side, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Mages don’t often reveal their secrets, Detective.”

“Hah, I know that all too well.” He sighed, and a thought formed in his head. Scratching the back of his head, he leaned on the railing. “I could teach you.”

“What?”

“To dance, it’s been years since I’ve done so, but the basics are hard to forget.”

She looked at him with even more bewilderment before breaking into laughter. “I’m sorry I’m sorry, out of all cookies you knowing how to dance is..”

“Out of character?”

“You could say so, but..” she turned and made a little bow towards him. “It’s better than nothing.”

Almond hummed in thought “First of all, straighten your back for me.”

He slid one hand on her waist and interlocked fingers with the other one. “It’s been years since I’ve done this so I’m sorry if I’m a little.. rusty”

“You say that as if I had a way to tell” she sighed.

“Right, put your face on my shoulder, and..”

He could smell the fragrance of the drink she was named after, and being so close to her made his cheeks flush a bit, as he tried to push away any thoughts aside from the dance lessons from his past.

“..and?” Latte’s rich brown eyes reflected his dull ones.

“.. and I’ll be the lead, follow my footsteps.” He half-smiled, and began to move towards the side, as the orchestra inside of the building started to play their instruments. “One-two-three, one-two-three..” he muttered to himself, trying to keep their movements consistent with the tempo. But it’s only so she can understand it easier.

“I didn’t know you had the capacity to have other talents aside from detective work” Latte chimed in, almost in a whisper.

A little twirl and then it was back to one-two-three, one-two-three

“Gee, I’m glad you think so highly of me.. I don’t have much time to pursue any other hobby, to be fair.”

She almost unintentionally stepped on his foot, but he managed to fix the position before.

“Right, well, the M.E.H has been getting more cookies right? That must mean that your workload could be more manageable.”

Forwards, backwards, sidestep, sidestep, forwards, backwards, sidestep, sidestep..

“As the new Commissioner, it would be a disservice to my colleagues if I don’t do as much as possible to help”

A little twirl, better than the first, she was also more relaxed.

“If you ever do need help with a magic-related case, at least you know you can rely on me ..as long as it’s not during the Institute’s midterm season.”

For such a bitingly cold night, his face felt pretty warm.

“Seems like I’m not the only one with a busy schedule, Professor”

She seemed to get it now, but something kept him from letting go, was the music still going?

“Indeed.. but even outside of any case, if you ever found yourself with time to spare, I’d love to have a cup of Latte with you.”

Their noses were almost touching, something neither of them seemed to realize until she finished speaking. He felt his heart racing at that moment, but he still didn’t want to let go.

“I..” he began, as he started to get even closer, before a noise made both of them jump. Recognizing it, Almond grabbed a Walkie-talkie from his pocket.

——————-

“So Miss Latte, did you manage to..”

“Yep! Although not in the way I quite intended to.”

Creampuff trailed behind her mentor as they headed home since the celebration had been postponed by a M.E.H emergency. A shame they didn’t want any wizards to help.

“I.. wanted to be the one who asked him to dance, although.. ehem, either way I feel like I’ll be meeting him again soon.”

“Oh? Did you guys plan something..?”

“Not exactly.” Latte smiled slyly, as she adjusted something over her shoulders. “But he did forget his coat”.

[the-masked-ram]

Reaching for the Ceiling- Chapter One

CW: nsfw, horror, food shortages, scifi, semi-public sex, slow burn, oc cross dresses --- Chapter One: Hands On Darkness surrounded him, black filled with dots of light and pockets of milky white, dancing just at his fingertips. When Daiki bent down, allowing his board to drift, he could drag his hand through the nebula that he cut his way through. If he stretched up, his hands knocked down the drifting clumps of shimmering motes onto his body.

The silver stardust glittered starkly against the black and red of his suit, surfing always covered him in the platinum powder. Not exactly the cleanest sport, but Star Surfing was what Aomine lived for. The shine of the stars, the light of the moon, and the bright gleam of his plasma board beneath his feet; it all reshaped his entire world in these moments.

The deafening silence stretched on, only when he shifted his foot against the pedal for the thrusters did any noise manage to cut through. His pulse filled his ears as he glided through the left-over waves of pressure from the star that had burst. It hadn’t been a violent explosion, ending up as nothing more than a practice run for agility and technique.

For now, it was just him and the infinite expanse of space. That is until the annoyed voice of Momoi crackled through his com device and shattered his peace.

“Daiki! You aren’t supposed to be out without a spotter right now!”

He felt the answering sigh to the tips of his toes, “Ugh, c’mon. I needed a damned break. It’s too noisy in the station.”

“Get back inside, now!” she screeched, and he grumbled as his heel pressed down to kick the thrusters back on and his hand rotated the sail to catch the wave of movement.

“So annoying,” he huffed.

He hadn’t even found a good place for a nap recently. With the station in an uproar about the coming sports festival, he’d been shit out of luck with finding quiet inside. So, he’d taken to his fall back plan, solace in space even if it meant putting in effort.

Swirls of purple and pink grasped at his body as he cut through a cloud of nebular material to reach the others faster. The colony station loomed before him, comprised of glittering loops of metal and dark windows. It was large enough to house thousands of people but currently only a few hundred lived in it and it was the only home Daiki had ever known.

Each time he came back it felt strange, almost suffocating as he stepped aboard the container that led to the air lock. He kicked his board into stasis, and paused, glancing over his shoulder as he left the only place that he felt truly complete. It would have been too easy to stay out, stay until hunger gnawed too strongly at him, until thirst made his throat dry like sand, but that was asking for death in the stars. So, he came back when the others called him.

As the airlock closed behind him and gravity came back on, Daiki felt the pain radiate through his knee and his shoulder. Drawing in a hiss and squinting against it, he forced himself to walk straight, keeping his stroll lazy and loose, normal. Momoi couldn’t know he had aggravated his injuries again. He’d get an earful otherwise.

When the door lock opened to let Daiki into the station. He tapped the button of his helmet to retract the visor, immediately regretting it as he got a full face of Momoi’s fury. Her voice taking on the typical whining tone that meant she was annoyed.

“Aomine I swear to God, you know you aren’t supposed to be putting unnecessary stress on your body!” she fussed.

He dug around in his locker and rose a brow at her over his shoulder, “So annoying.”

He began to change, each movement slow and precise, trying not to wince as his shoulder and knee screamed. Sadly, he stumbled while changing his pants and then of course thanks to his dumb luck, his leg gave out in the process. The jar of the impact snapped his teeth together and cut into the soft skin of inner lip. A splash of iron burst against his tongue and he glared at the textured metal sheets beneath him, as if it was at fault for his poor decisions and failing body.

“Shit,” he growled.

“Daiki!” immediately the fear encroached on Momoi’s voice and the lecture ended.

He snarled, throwing out a hand to stop her from touching him, “I’m fine.”

He was lying, his teeth gritted harshly against each other as his knee screamed from the searing pain. With muscles jumping and twitching, Aomine had no hope of standing on his own.

“I’m going to get the doctor,” she whispered, fists pressed against her mouth.

He didn’t argue, he couldn’t in fear of biting his own tongue when a shock of agony traveled up his leg again. His hand scrabbled futilely against the titanium coating on the ground, and he groaned, a sound he felt tremble deep in the bones of his chest. Eventually his body gave out completely and he fell to the side, against the bench, gasping in shock when his shoulder took the brunt of the force.

“Well damn, today sucks,” he choked out.

At least he was finally going to get a nap, he mused as darkness flickered at the edge of his vision. ---- When he came to there was light flashing insistently in his eyes and something tapping his cheek. Daiki never wanted to bite something more in his life. Instead, he narrowed his gaze and let everything shift back into focus. A wisp of a thing sat in front of him, all sweet faced and brow furrowed with concern. Their body was tiny, short in stature and nothing quite leaning one gender or the other.

“Can ya stop with the light already, fuck,” he snarled, lifting a heavy hand to push away the glaring white blob in his face.

“Sorry,” she said, tucking the pen light away. “Had to check you pupils, concussions and all that jazz. Can you tell me your name? What Station you are on?”

She blinked slowly, and Aomine sighed as he shifted his weight, “Aomine Daiki, Station number 112 of the Helix group.”

She tilted her head, “Hm ok, seems like most everything is in working order cognitively.”

“Question is why are you here? You’re not the doc I usually see,” Aomine’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.

The smile that spread across her face was bright, “I’m just helping give the physicals to all the competitors, I happened to be free when Momoi came in. Name’s Astin Messere, nice to meet you. Now do you think you can walk, or do you need some help getting to the infirmary?”

Daiki balked, “Why do I need to go to the infirmary?”

Momoi piped up then as the doctor sat back, “Because you passed out? And seem to be in pain.”

“Nah I’m fi- Ow what the fuck!” Aomine twisted in away from the probing fingers of Astin as she frowned deeper and shook her head.

“Infirmary, now,” even with the way her voice dropped and the annoyance clearly in her eyes, Aomine had ever desire to stick out his tongue. --- @crowned-peony

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[naturepointstheway]

tugger pretending to be a celeb (healthcare prompts, 8), but misto's not fooled lol

Going anthro/human AU here. Mix of Zurich!Misto and 1998!Misto. He isn't mute in this version.

Mistoffelees considered this Christmas-y dance show around the wards of the local hospital a roaring success. The kids loved his enthusiastic dancing, the old people were moved by his dance to an old nostalgic carol, and this ward had an enthusiastic bunch of patients too--well, perhaps a little overenthusiastic on one patient's part with his whooping whenever Misto did his conjuring turns. A pointed glare in his direction did not work, nor did pointedly not looking in his direction work either. It was all Misto could do to ignore him and not sigh out aloud in exasperation. He came here to entertain, not to be annoyed by some overly enthusiastic twenty-something who kept cheering whenever Misto so much as pointed a freaking toe.

To be fair, Mistoffelees had to remind himself at one point, maybe he might've been high on meds.

Yeah that has to be it. Totally meds.

Mistoffelees was deep in conversation with Victoria when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He flinched away from the unwanted contact and whirled around to see who it was--

Oh great. Just fantastic.

"Sooo," the overenthusiastic young man drawled with a grin and hands on hips. "What's your name again?"

"Mistoffelees."

Mistoffelees began to turn around when the annoying dude who wouldn't leave him alone tapped him on the shoulder again.

"Hey!" Mistoffelees snapped, a little louder than intended, "I don't like being touched."

A flash of hurt in the patient's eyes and he lowered his hand back down.

"Okay, sorry, didn't mean to upset you. So...Mistoffelees?"

"Yes."

"Can I call you Misto?"

"No. I haven't seen you before in my life, therefore no. Only friends can call me that."

"Oh okay. So uh...are you gonna ask me my name?" Here, the patient grinned what he clearly imagined to be a smile that would charm the pants off Mistoffelees.

Well, it wasn't working. But it was clear even to Mistoffelees that he wasn't budging any time soon--though maybe if he asked his name, he might actually leave him alone. It was worth a try anyway.

"Fine. Your name is...?"

The taller man puffed out his chest. "Terrence Mann."

Mistoffelees looked him up and down and folded his arms.

"I really don't think your name is Terrence Mann."

"Ah, my bad, of course," the patient said, before clearing his throat and throwing a wink at Mistoffelees. "It's really John Partridge."

Mistoffelees narrowed his eyes, not fooled. "Really?"

"Nah, I'm just joking," and the youth threw back his head with a laugh like this was the most hilarious thing in the whole goddamn Milky Way Galaxy.

Mistoffelees rolled his eyes. "No, you had me completely fooled."

"Ooh, really?"

"No."

"Time to 'fess up then, Mistoffelees." He primped himself up, brushing back his ears and puffing out his chest again, looking the prince of handsomeness. "My real name? It's The Rum Tum Tugger."

Mistoffelees arched an eyebrow. "The Rum Tum Tugger?"

"Aaah! So you have heard of me! Yes, I am the one and only, the Rum Tum Tugger!" Tugger bowed dramatically. "And I am honoured to be graced by the presence of the one and only Magical Mister Mistoffelees."

A long, awkward silence followed this before Mistoffelees sighed, really eager to pack up for home now.

"I only did thirty spins in a row. I can do that any time."

"Only thirty? Only?!" Tugger gaped, looking like he'd heard the world's most astounding fact. "You mean, you can do more?"

"In my sleep."

Tugger whistled low. "Whoa."

Mistoffelees really, really couldn't wait to get home again.

[bobcorrigan]

A little world-building from Meribel

She sloshed through the melting snow drifts to the coffee place on the corner and found a table wedged between a young Asian woman tapping away at a laptop and a bearded hipster reading the Racing News. Inside the first thick black envelope was a blank sheet of flimsy, off-white tissue paper. Before it could dissolve she tore it into tiny pieces and stirred them into her coffee, where it was instantly transformed into a milky, viscous sludge that clung to her spoon. The movement of the sludge sounded like whispers, and Violet hunched over the cup to hear it over the steady wash of conversation around her. The single voice became three, each silken, woman’s voice slightly out of phase. 

Under a sky of painted stars

the tears of the Goddess will appear

Let none who live consume their light

Lest a brother’s sword unsheathed draw near

A silver teardrop formed on the surface of the sludge, followed quickly by three silvery spirals arranged in a triangle. Violet pushed the cup away and sat back, gulping deep breaths to steady herself. The Morrigan’s voice, three women speaking as one, was as unmistakable as it was unwelcome.

Tears of Danu? The Tears of Danu were a myth! No one believed there was a potion that would allow one of her people to travel from anywhere in creation to Danu’s throne. It was ridiculous. Why would the Morrigan bother to get the King to assign the Guards to investigate a garbage prophecy? 

But what if it was real? Or worse, what if Meribel got to it first? If Meribel got the Tears and a weapon strong enough to raise against her uncle Lugh, she could unify the exiles trapped here and her father’s loyalists back home. Or more likely, she’d just murder Lugh and dance over his body out of spite – once a pirate, always a pirate. It was enough of a pleasant mental image to calm her, and she smiled as she stirred her coffee again. Danu’s symbol vanished, and soon the viscous sludge dissolved too, leaving only a bad cup of coffee clouded with clumps of paper.

Knowing how the Morrigan liked to get Lugh worked up, this was probably a false alarm. If she could prove the Tears were a myth the case would close itself. It was like the Guard told her – all she had to do was settle this bit of business cleanly, and the Captain would punch her one-way ticket home. She left the coffee shop feeling better about life than she had in ages.

[vixletserenity]

5 songs that remind you of your muse

Drops of Jupiter - Train

But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet? Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day And head back toward the Milky Way? And tell me, did you sail across the sun? Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded And that Heaven is overrated? And tell me, did you fall for a shooting star? One without a permanent scar, and then you miss me While you were looking for yourself? And are you lonely looking for yourself out there?

Meteor - John Zeroness (Lyrics by Ateotu)

See the stars streaming out into the night Northern wind was blowing over all the empty streets As I wait for the child who was born from light I will paint out a day where we can meet And I placed every wish upon a star As the darkened sky falls silent as we close our eyes In a place where we don't have to be far apart We can both dream together, you and I

Timeless Ballroom - Cookie Run Ovenbreak

Just think this fits her general vibe

Compared Child - TUYU (English cover by Rachie)

I'm never any good, I'm never any good, I know it because it's true "Even if I try, I'm always far behind, they'd much rather look at you So don't pay me any mind, " I said "Never speak to me again Leave me alone, right now! I wish someone told me from the start That I would hate you" Never any good, I'm never any good, she's talking to me right now "All of your assumptions start to look presumptuous if you only took a look around You would see the truth, so don't forget, I'll repeat it 'til the end, I really, really, love you so! Take a breath again, I'll hold you tight! Hoping that you know"

Gira Gira - Ado/Teniwoha Lyrics by David Toth (BreadBox)

Swallow up the black of the night and shine at last you can-- Rap tap tap tap Wait and see how I attack my love A light within the want, just a milligram, fire in this song I Drag on drag on Ain’t it funny? The world is so bizarre Give love, the flowers bloom in mud But not a soul is exactly how they seem, never be, never see Ah, how pretty is the world I don’t belong But still I’m shining on

[just12moments]

Taking the Lead

Choi Yena x LE SSERAFIM Chaewon

2400+ words

“Ah, finally home.”

“I’m still thinking about Summit. That was so good.”

The door to the apartment closed with a loud click. Yena kicked off her sneakers and skipped into the living room. Chaewon plopped down on the sofa with a satisfied sigh.

“Right? I’d eat there all the time if it wasn’t so damn expensive. Always worth it after promotions though.”

“I need to bring my team there sometime. I’m surprised we even got a seat; places like that normally have lines for miles and reservations taken months ahead.”

“There’s always more room at the peak of the mountain.”

Chaewon squinted at Yena under furrowed eyebrows. Yena turned and noticed her puzzled look. She coughed out a laugh, embarrassed at her strange comment.

“That’s… I asked the manager once. It’s the restaurant’s motto, apparently.”

Chaewon nodded her head slowly in mock understanding.

“As long as there’s room for me in there. His meat is great.”

“Hmm, don’t say it like tha–”

Chaewon’s trench coat slipped off her shoulders, revealing a black tube top that contrasted her pristine white skin. The matching denim shorts highlighted her slim figure, especially her exposed midriff. She bent down to untie her boots, and Yena gawked at the tiny hint of cleavage.

“You’re so hot in that outfit.”

Chaewon glanced up and caught Yena staring, practically drooling, from across the room.

“You were watching me since dinner, weren’t you?”

Chaewon smirked at Yena, who was now leaning on the bedroom door. Both girls knew what they wanted. Just like back then.

“I learned from someone special.”

She stomped her boots on the floor and stood up from her chair, commanding Yena’s attention to the fishnets hugging her lithe legs. The frayed hem of her hot pants strained to contain her luscious thighs.

She took one slow step forward. And then another. Her full hips swayed as she strutted her way to Yena. Every tap of her heavy boots on the wooden floor echoed in the silent living room, feeding the tension and anticipation in the air.

Yena’s eyes feasted on Chaewon’s body, from her creamy thighs and toned abs to her small face framed in a bob cut. Before she knew it, Chaewon was only an inch away from her. She’s different now, to say the least.

“So… roommate. Whatchu wanna do?”

Chaewon slammed her hand on the door, leaning onto Yena beneath her.

“What if I take the lead this time?”

The two girls locked eyes. A sly smile formed on Yena’s lips.

“Sure. If you can take it.”

Without warning, Yena pushed off the door behind her and pecked Chaewon on the lips. She wrapped one arm around Chaewon’s bare midriff and the other around her neck as she deepened the kiss. In one fell swoop, she spun their bodies around and shoved Chaewon into the door.

Yena poked her tongue into Chaewon’s mouth as she pinned her arms to the wall. Their tongues danced around and prodded at each other, fighting to taste more and more. Yena lightly nibbled on Chaewon’s lower lip, causing her to gasp and allowing Yena to dive deeper into her.

Chaewon groaned into the kiss; Yena’s dominance sucked the air out of her. Pulling against her restraints, Chaewon managed to yank her lips away from Yena’s relentless pursuit. Her chest heaved as she panted harshly with her tongue out.

“Well? I’m still the leader.”

Yena jested, licking her lips and caressing Chaewon’s cheek.

“My little Chaewon-ie~ so adorable…”

She took a moment to savour Chaewon’s messy hair, tucking one black lock behind her ear.

“...So delicious.”

Yena leaned in once more for Chaewon’s lips. But Chaewon had other plans.

She swiftly dodged the kiss and planted her lips on Yena’s collarbone. Yena yelped at the ticklish sensation, staggering away from Chaewon. With Yena’s grip loosened, Chaewon grabbed both of Yena’s arms while licking and sucking along her neck. A trail of red marks stained her milky white skin.

“Hey, n-no fair. Y-You know– ah– I’m s-sensitive there…”

Yena’s voice trailed off as she lost her strength to Chaewon’s touch. Chaewon tasted Yena’s plump lips for herself, parting them with her tongue. It was her turn to take control.

Flustered by Chaewon’s newfound vigour, Yena tried to pull away from the kiss. She instead fell backwards and landed on her butt, all while Chaewon maintained her bind on Yena’s lips. Even on her hands and knees, she did not let Yena escape.

Chaewon straddled Yena’s leg as she kissed her. She coiled both hands around Yena’s neck, first caressing her soft skin and then lightly choking her. Yena was moaning and squirming under Chaewon, losing her breath from their aggressive makeout session.

At last, Chaewon pulled away from the kiss with an audible pop. Yena gasped for air with eyes half-open and a streak of drool running down the side of her mouth. Chaewon smirked at the helpless Yena beneath her and whispered right into her ear.

“Mmmmm~ so delicious.”

She quickly licked and nibbled on her ear for good measure. Yena’s breath hitched; she shuddered and bit her lip.

“Chaewon-ah…”

“Don’t mind me. Just enjoy yourself.”

Chaewon’s hands reached under Yena’s yellow sweater to explore her tight body. She ran her palms up and around Yena’s torso, occasionally circling her fingers around her abs. She grabbed Yena’s perky breasts with both hands and squeezed them firmly. Yena could merely speak in breathy sighs and whines of pleasure, dazed by Chaewon’s touch on her skin.

She stripped Yena of her sweater as well as the shirt underneath. What remained was a black sports bra, not unlike her own top that covered nothing but her ample chest. She deftly folded the sweater into a neat little square and handed it to Yena.

“Here. There’s your pillow.”

Yena scoffed, grabbing the makeshift pillow and adjusting it below her head. There she was: half-naked on the floor while a stunningly gorgeous lady in skimpy clothing was on top of her. Not something she was used to, but she loved every second of it.

Chaewon dragged her hands down to Yena’s legs. Under Yena’s plaid miniskirt, she rubbed her creamy thighs for several moments while she gradually inched closer and closer to her warm core. She could already feel the heat behind Yena’s wet panties.

“Wow, you’re so wet. Did you miss me that much?”

She teased Yena with her fingers lightly pushing against Yena’s entrance, the cloth parting her leaking slit.

“Ahhh~ Chaewon, please…”

Yena’s mind went blank, filled only with Chaewon and the pleasure she was inflicting on her. Yena curled her toes and arched her back as the subtle pulsating of her pussy spread throughout her body.

Chaewon smiled, eyes filled with lust and mischief.

“Don’t cum, okay?”

“Huh? Wha– AHH!”

Yena screamed as Chaewon tugged harshly on her panties. The thin cloth dug into Yena’s slit and soaked up her essence. Seductive moans and whines escaped Yena’s mouth; she squeezed her thighs together, finding any outlet for the intense sensation.

“Wait– AH– Chaewon, I-I’m…”

Chaewon smirked and let go of Yena’s panties. Chaewon knew exactly when to stop to deny her release. Yena shivered and arched her back higher, just barely tasting her orgasm.

“Nooooo, why? Chaewon, please…”

Chaewon slid her hand down to Yena’s pussy, and Yena shouted again in response. She traced Yena’s slit in one long drag until she stopped at her swollen clit. She drew agonizingly slow circles around her mound, careful not to touch it directly. With every orbit around her clit, Yena grew increasingly needy.

“Please, please, please make me cum. I’m going crazy right now.”

“Eventually.”

Chaewon pulled Yena’s ruined underwear down below her knees, exposing her drenched pink lips. Yena’s cheeks blushed bright red with embarrassment and arousal as she spread her legs as wide as she could. Chaewon grinned at the sight of a needy Yena.

She pecked Yena on the lips, and Yena leaned forward into the kiss to feel more of her. Chaewon halted her attempt and forcefully pulled away.

“Not so nice when you’re not on top, hmmm?”

Yena had no reply. Only panicked breaths and pleading eyes.

Chaewon kissed her collarbone again, then moved down to her abs and finally her crotch. She planted a deep kiss flush on Yena’s pussy. Yena cried out in desperate pleasure, chasing that elusive climax.

She flicked her tongue along Yena’s slit a few times, grazing her mound each time. With every lick, Yena’s pussy walls contracted and dripped more of her juices. Yena tried to muffle her screams by sucking and chewing on her fingers, but to no avail.

“P-please, I’m so close. S-so close…”

So close yet so far from her most desired release.

Satisfied with a taste of Yena’s wetness, Chaewon pulled down Yena’s skirt together with her panties. It was almost time to give her what she wanted. She stood up and walked a few steps away from Yena, flaunting her curvaceous figure and her tight ass.

“Patience. I’ll be there in a bit.”

Chaewon slowly unbuttoned her hot pants and bent over as she pulled them down her long legs, revealing her bare ass underneath. As her pants touched her ankles, she wiggled her butt for Yena, who stared intently and brought a hand between her thighs.

“Oh, and you better not touch yourself.”

Yena whined loudly, determined to express how badly she needed to cum. Instead of touching herself, she lifted her legs and spread her pussy with both hands. She moaned while stretching herself out, but it wasn’t enough to tip her over the edge. All she could do was watch and wait. For Chaewon.

Chaewon now pulled her fishnets down to her ankles, shaking her ass again to tease Yena. After stepping out of her pants, she walked to the door and bent over, exposing her own wet pussy. She supported herself on one hand and let the other caress her body until it landed on her leaking slit. She then began rubbing between her pink lips, moaning in bliss.

“Ahh~ are you watching me?”

Chaewon glanced over her shoulder to see Yena in a complete puddle. She was dripping all over the floor with her pussy spread wide and her lustful gaze fixed between Chaewon’s open legs. Provoked by Yena’s brazen display, Chaewon inserted two fingers inside her, eliciting a long, breathy moan. Locking eyes with Yena, she brought her other hand to her mouth and played with her lips as she pumped her fingers into her wet vagina.

“Ah- yes- ahhh~ that feels so good.”

Yena, unable to pursue her own pleasure, started playing with her own lips. She continued whining and pleading to Chaewon, hoping to reach her release. Fast.

Chaewon slowly walked back to the needy Yena while fingering herself. As she stood above Yena and her spread pussy, she slipped a third finger inside her and reached deep for her sensitive G-spot. Her moans increased in volume and frequency together with her pleasure. She then bent over to face Yena and pulled down her top, showing off her perky boobs as she masturbated.

“Please, please, please Chaewon. I need to cum right now. Fuck me and make me cum. I can’t wait anymore.”

Who knew Yena could be this desperate? Chaewon bit her lip, smirking at the realization.

“Fine. Only because you’re so cute when you beg.”

Chaewon pulled her fingers out of her dripping slit and made a show out of licking them clean. Yena looked away from Chaewon, embarrassed at how needy she had become.

“Eyes on me.”

Chaewon grazed Yena’s clit with her finger to command her attention. Highly aroused and sensitive, Yena shrieked at her gentle touch. Then, they looked into each other’s eyes.

Both girls knew what they wanted.

Chaewon sat on the floor in front of Yena, forming a scissor position with their legs. She carefully lined up her pussy with Yena’s, shifting herself forward and pulling Yena in until their lips kissed. Both girls sighed deeply on contact, the combined warmth and wetness an overwhelming feeling.

Without warning, Chaewon fucked Yena. Hard.

Yena screamed in ecstasy. All her anticipation fell away as her orgasm rapidly approached.

“YES! Yes, fuck, please– just like that– I-I’m gonna– AH– AHHHHHH!”

Every euphoric pulse of Yena’s pussy walls shot spurts of her essence onto Chaewon. Her back arched and her hips bucked wildly as her body trembled in unadulterated bliss. She bit her lip as her half-open eyes rolled up to the ceiling.

Through all the noise and quaking and juices Yena produced, Chaewon continued thrusting relentlessly. She sought her own pleasure as well as her partner’s. As Yena came down from her climax, Chaewon only pulled her in deeper and fucked her harder. The overstimulation was too much for Yena. Not that Chaewon cared.

“AH! Wait, Ch-Chaewon, no– S-STOP– I’m so-so– sensitive, please– AHH!”

“Ahh~ Y-Yena un-nie, I’m close too– g-gonna cum– ah– AHHHHHHHH!”

“I’m– I’m cumming– cumming– ag– AHHHHHH!”

Both girls screamed as they came, beautiful yet filthy expressions of lustful passion. Their pussy lips tightened around each other, and sprayed their fluids onto their bodies and all over the floor. Even as their bodies trembled, Chaewon did her best to hold Yena in place and ride out their orgasms. Because she wasn’t done.

“Ahh– o-one m-more…”

With all her remaining strength, Chaewon fucked Yena through their shared over-sensitivity. They both shouted from an electrifying mix of pain and pleasure. Even as tears ran down Yena’s face, Chaewon was determined to extend their orgasms, if only for a tiny bit longer. A few more quick, hard thrusts pushed them over that edge one last time.

The two girls drowned in the sensation of euphoric spasms in their limbs and pussies, which were tighter and quicker than the previous times. Their indulgent moans and shrieks echoed in the room, and their combined squirting added to the obscene mess under them.

Exhausted, Chaewon’s shaking hands released Yena’s legs as she sprawled herself across the floor. Yena still twitched with aftershocks of her tremendous orgasm, moaning in between sharp gasps for air.

“Ha… ha… how’s that?”

“I… ha… I missed you… Chaewon.”

Chaewon lifted herself with weak limbs and crawled over Yena. She pecked her cheek once then planted a deeper kiss onto her lips. Chaewon hugged Yena as her body collapsed on top of her.

“I… love you too… unnie.”

Breathless and fucked out of their minds, they fell asleep together without another word. Another good night for two roommates for life.

[riffaist]

private lessons — riff x reader

warnings: no conflict au! riff teasing all the way.

this is a tiny one.. but i was thinking about a blurb night so hopefully I'll be able to write some more.

tell me what you guys think!

y/n was always at doc's. if she wasn't working, she was there simply to talk to her friends, get an eventual can of coke and get some advice from valentina.

early in the morning, there was almost no action at all. letting the girl sit there quietly, admiring the sun and the streets full of jets and sharks.

tony could be found downstairs, as he did every day, he met up with maria there, hoping for some - almost impossible - privacy, so the star crossed lovers could have a few moments by themselves.

riff, on the other hand, had a thing about using the front door.

"top of the morning to you, girly girl."

y/n turned around, her back facing the pharmacy's shelves now, feeling the flush on her cheeks.

"'morning, riff." she mumbled, a tiny smirk on her lips. "can i help you with anything?"

"first things first." he started to walk in, coming closer to the counter. "tony owes me something." the boy grabbed a milky way from one of the shelf's, making y/n remember valentina's stern, but kind words about scolding him when he did it. she kept quiet, looking at him with a shy smile on her face. "and second- i may need to learn some words in spanish."

"words in spanish?" she said quietly, as she always did. "decidió volverse súper cultural o..?"

"i don't understand a single word you said, but-" riff said, sitting in one of the counter stools "you do look very pretty talking in you own language."

"riff c'mon.." the girl flushed, shaking her head. "what do you want do learn exactly?"

"okay, well," he took a bite out of his candy, before replying. "how do i say you look very beautiful?"

she took a couple of seconds before saying it.

"te ves muy hermosa.." the awnser finally came. "i don't wanna intrude but is this about some shark girl that i know?"

"next thing," he ignored, smirking, not taking his eyes away from hers. "i want to go to the dance with you?"

"quiero ir al baile contigo."

"ah shit- sorry," he tapped his own mouth, knowing the girl infront of him wasn't a fan of swear words. "this is way to hard to memorize."

"if you listen to it a lot, by songs and stuff," she told him, relaxing her shoulders. "it helps a lot."

"well i wouldn't mind listing for you talk for hours-"

the door got suddenly open by a hurried anita, in a purple discreet dress, and a knowing expression.

"y/n, we have to go." the woman gave riff a wave, getting a nod back from him. "is maria downstairs?"

"c'mon," he puffed, and anita finally relaxed when she saw the girl nodding. "i was having private lessons here."

"this is a pharmacy, not a school." she replied, rolling her eyes. "and y/n needs to try her new dress on."

"oh, new dress for the dance i see." the jet boy smirked, leaning into the counter, interlocking eyes with the short girl. "hopefully you don't have a date yet?"

"don't even think about it, buddy boy." tony got himself in the middle of it, once he finally got upstairs, patting the other boy's back. "i just got dumped with that same invite. maria and y/n are going together."

"si, seguro," maria agreed, with a smile, already excited to try on her dress. "yo y y/n vamos a tener una.. girls night."

"well." the girl behind the counter finally said. "creo que cambiando de pareja.. i mean, if we exchange pairs in one of the dances wouldn't hurt, right?"

"damn, beautiful." riff mumbled, leaving a quick peck on her cheek. "i really like the way you think."

[genshinlover101]

yoo i really like your writing! how about making out w ningguang, beidou, jean, and lisa hcs :00 preferably more of a sub reader but if not, it’s all fine! 👍👍

Making Out w/ Her (sub!reader version)

Characters: Ningguang, Beidou, Jean, Lisa x gn!reader

Warnings: nsfw themes

A/n: thank you thank you! I tried to make the reader as submissive as possible so I hope I made the cut 🥲

• Kisses to Ningguang was like a luxury. It was not a way to vent frustration but a way to embrace her sexuality. She’ll light candles to set the mood and make everything feel special.

• Ningguang was probably more than likely experienced, but everything about her was a mystery. If she didn’t have any beforehand, then what gave this woman the skills to mesmerize you with her lips in such a manner.

• Ningguang’s kisses felt predatory, almost like a pure white snake was wrapping itself around prey. She would lure you in with a rich feeling and suffocate you in her sex appeal.

Ningguang looked at you with puppy dog eyes, her milky white thighs crossed as she waved you over with her index finger. “Come little one,” she commanded. When you came within range she pulled you down by the collar of your shirt. “How will you please me today?”

Using her other hand she caressed your cheek, smiling before she closed the short distance between your two lips. You had noticed she wore her expensive red lipstick for this occasion, the waxy feeling coating your own lips.

You felt so much pleasure coming from all five senses. She smelled of a rich perfume, she felt like the finest silk, her moans reverberated throughout your brain, she looked like fragile porcelain, and tasted of aged wine.

You couldn’t help but drop to your knees, her legs uncrossing to allow you to waddle closer. Your hands desperately latching onto her waist as her legs wrapped around your own waist. You two were entangled together like a web.

You separated leaving a trail of saliva, noticing her smirk as she used her thumb to wipe the messy stains of her red lipstick on your face. “Aren’t you eager today,” she hummed, her lips hovering over your own. “I’ll show you that I won’t allow you simple pleasure. You’ll have to work for it, yearn for my body,” she hissed.

• Beidou’s confidence depended on whether she was sober or drunk. If she’s sober, she’ll be more conservative and clean. If she’s drunk, expect very sloppy and wild kisses.

• For such a bold personality Beidou is probably surprisingly innocent. She’s so focused on her crew that she doesn’t have time for her love life. She might know how to kill a sea serpent but she won’t know how to satisfy you without some liquid courage.

• Beidou’s kisses felt wet and sloppy if she was drunk. She might sometimes sidetrack from your lips and end up kissing half your lip. If she’s sober, it was very passionate after you both grew accustomed to the feeling.

Beidou looked at you with hungry eyes, her cheeks were flushed pink so you could tell she was already a couple of shots into the night. She bit her lips to wet and soften the chapped feeling. Without warning she used her gorilla grip on the back of your head, squeezing her fingers to grasp onto your hair, forcing you into a deep sensual kiss.

You could taste the sharp medicinal flavor of beer fresh on her lips. Getting drunk on the pure feeling of her lips dancing alongside yours. She didn’t even care that she was in public, her crew gazing and looking away awkwardly.

The night was still young, yet she kissed you as if the world was ending. Her rushed movements didn’t give you a second to breathe or catch any type of break. Her haste was what precisely gave you such a high, the feeling of her so desperately needing you.

Her grip strengthened, and she pulled you closer than ever before. You tried to pull away to breathe after such intensity, but she didn’t allow it. You even tried tapping out on her back, but she ignored your body language. You were going to obey her, and only her. You were kissing on her terms.

She pulled away after maybe a minute, gasping for air like a fish on land. You swore you could see her steamy breath of hot air. “Let’s take this somewhere else yeah? I don’t want a pretty thing such as yourself to rot as the night passes,” she smooth talked as she led you to her private quarters.

• Jean was veryyyyy shy, literally she won’t even try to make out with you unless she had some pent-up emotion. Depending on how she was feeling was the quality of the kiss. If she’s upset, it felt messy. If she was happy, it felt bold. If she was angry, it felt rough.

• Jean will treat it as a ritual, it had to be a specific setting, a specific time, and a specific position. If not she’ll get all flustered and she’ll freeze up like a deer in headlights.

• Jean’s kisses felt soft most of the time. She didn’t have any fancy tricks up her sleeve so it was often one repetitive motion. But regardless you could tell just how much she loved you and exactly what she was feeling through her kisses.

Jean might’ve claimed the title of the Dandelion Knight, but to her, you were the only dandelion in sight. She was so delicate and gentle with you, hesitating to even put a hand on you in fear you might blow away. Her hesitation made you giggle a little, using your own hand to guide hers to your waistline.

Jean had a bright pink flush on her face, feeling queasy about this whole situation. “Are you sure you want to kiss me?” Jean asked, earning a smile from you. You closed the distance for a peck, not replying to her question just yet.

You guided Jean on how to dominate you and take control of situations like these. She was quite a fast learner, she’d be a pro in no time you assumed. Your two lips were synchronized like an elegant ball dance practiced by the two of you.

Once you were certain you had her in your trance you separated from Jean’s desperate lips. You even caught her leaning in for more, a frustrated questioning look on her face as to why you stopped. “Does that answer your question, Jean?” You wrapped your arms loosely around her neck. “Of course, I want to kiss you. Now loosen up, you’re killing the mood.”

Jean gasped at your comment, only to immediately be shut up by your lips once again. She molded into you, her touch becoming firmer, and her lips blending together with yours. You smiled once more under her kiss, she was really starting to get the hang of this.

• Man oh man was Lisa the devil when it came to making out. She was quite the tease, if you were well behaved that day, she’ll praise you. If you were poorly behaved she might just degrade you.

• Being Lisa’s age and with her flirtatious tendencies, she’s bound to have some experience down her sleeve. In fact, maybe too much, she’ll pull tricks that drove you crazy. Tricks such as lip biting, sucking, etc.

• Kissing Lisa felt like a thirst you couldn’t quench, this mama was far beyond your reach. She’s like a cat, if you show her what you want, she’ll never give it to you without a decent fight.

You felt a wet kiss on your earlobe and a pair of hands resting on your shoulders. Although startled, you knew exactly who the culprit was, Lisa. You turned around swiftly with your teeth gritting in embarrassment, earning a giggle from the librarian. “Ara~ mad now are we? Too bad you’re just the cutest little thing,” she cooed at you like you were a small dog. Her lustful green eyes looking at you with only seduction in mind.

You turned to face her, placing your hands firmly on her waist. If she wanted a show, you’d show her just who was in control alright. You went deadly close to her lips, only to hesitate on the moment of contact. “Awe you’re all bark and no bite. How boring. If you really wanna make a girl excited, you have to be confident,” she guided you.

You were so angry at her teasing she might as well have seen a vein-popping from your forehead. Just before you were willing to smash your two lips together she backed away, “Not so fast there, you want a kiss from miss Lisa that badly?“ she teased. “Beg.”

She had you in checkmate, with a blush creeping throughout your face you stood in shock. Your ego was far too brittle to do that, “hehe, I’m only kidding. My cute little helper deserves more than that,” she used her index and middle finger to walk up your arm. “Am I right?”

Without another moment's hesitation, she gently pressed her lips against yours. The soft pillowy feeling and the wet glide from the contact. She smelled like roses it drove you crazy. You were so fortunate a woman as powerful as Lisa had you wrapped around her finger.