#i wanna draw them over and over again (and then they beat each other up)

[splashzix]

[tteokdoroki]

𐙚 🪷 TRUTH OR DRINK katsuki bakugou .ᐟ

⋆˙ᝰ about ! “you love me, you take care of me. that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever done f'me." with the release of your husband's newest album and the announcement for his latest tour, the two of you are invited on set to film a special kind of promotional video for newlyweds. hopefully, this married couple leave without a hangover. ( 4.8K )

warnings ! minors blank and ageless blogs do not interact. sfw, fluff, suggestive, angst if you squint, celebrity!au, all characters are aged up to 20s, mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol, drinking, newlyweds, exes, some family issues, long-distance, idol!bakugou, fem + model!reader - not beta read!

aali’s love letter ! happy birthday bakugou! another splendid year for our lord saviour dynamght !! i posted this late boo but its out!! i hope you guys are still able to enjoy <3 ty to @cuntcure for helping out n motivating me !! - m.list ⋆ read on ao3 ! ִ ࣪𖤐₊ ⊹

“fuck, we’re really doing this, huh?”

across from you, katsuki bakugou shifts uncomfortably  — ruby red eyes darting around the plain white set. studio lights glare from all directions, illuminating the slight sweat that beads at the blonde’s hairline. artificial lighting, bright and made to capture everything, refracts of the pearling perspiration and almost creates the illusion of a halo around the crown of your partner’s head. almost as if he’s an angel.

reaching over the small table that the producers have set up between you both, you grasp at katsuki’s rough fingers, toying with them as if to test the waters before you hold them fully — once he’s comfortable enough to accept your physical affection. his palms are warm and a little sweaty, but that doesn’t stop you from giving them a gentle squeeze. 

“it’ll be fun,” you whisper, keeping your voice low and calm as the production crew continues to contrastingly flit around you in preparation for the shoot. “and it’ll be great promo for your album!” lifting his hands, you press a kiss to the blonde’s knuckles as though you’re sealing a promise, ensuring that they’re not empty. you smile reassuringly and bakugou returns it awkwardly, drawing back just a tad when a member of production sheepishly approaches the table to set down three different bottles of alcohol, two shot glasses and a pitcher of pineapple and coconut juice as your mixer of choice. 

glass bottles of whisky, rum, and vodka glit under the white light too.

“we can back out at anytime,” comes your soft reminder once the crew member retreats to check the sound mic and cameras along with some other staff. “i want you to be comfortable.” 

bakugou shakes his head, this time, bringing the backs of your hands to his lips — pale blonde lashes fluttering as he shuts away ruby framed eyes and takes a breath to calm himself. “wanna do it. like y’said it’ll be good. fun.” when he opens his eyes again, he’s looking at you with a toothy smirk that never fails to send a shiver down your spine and butterflies in a flurry through your tummy. “besides, we haven’t been able t’do somethin’ like this together in a while.” 

nothing beats your grin after that and with a few more touch ups to your make up ( the both of you ) — you’re ready to begin filming. 

“okay guys!” the director on set claps their hands. “wanna start us off? who are you and what are you doing here today?” 

you give katsuki’s hands one last comforting squeeze before his crimson gaze slinks towards the camera that’s now rolling, fixating on its blinking red light as it matches his stare. “‘m katsuki bakugou ‘nd this is my wife,” he juts his head over to you gently, muttering your name with love laced between each of its syllables. 

you too turn to face the camera, award winning smile settling gracefully on your lips. “and today we’re playing truth or drink!” you squirm excitedly. “we’re really happy to be here! thank you for having us!” 

“i’m not.” 

“katsuki!” 

with a laugh behind the camera, the producer speaks again. “so, you’re some pretty special guests. what do you guys do? how long have you two been married?”

bakugou rolls his eyes at the enthusiasm. “i’m a singer-songwriter slash idol or whatever you wanna call it…and i’m on tour right now. so buy my album or you’re shit.” 

“and i’m a fashion model slash content creator. we’ve been together for like…five years? married for half a year? a year?” musing out loud, you switch your gaze from the camera to katsuki — letting him know with your eyes that he’s doing a great job.

“eight months, three weeks ‘n two days.” he corrects you seriously, causing sweet laughter to bubble up on your lips. 

“sorry, folks. eight months, three weeks and two days.”  you retort jokingly. bakugou rolls eyes ruby framed eyes again.

“okay, so still pretty new. let’s start with a shot, shall we?”

ever the gentlemen, your husband  pours you a decently sized shot using a drink he knows you like without even asking. he even tops it off with a mixer because he knows that sometimes you can’t get past a bitter aftertaste if the alcohol is too strong. once done with yours, he fills up his own glass before clinking it against yours — both of you knocking back the shot with practised ease. 

“god, that shit’s strong.” the pale blonde grimaces. 

despite having a facial expression to match, you somehow make light of the situation. “really puts hairs on your chest, doesn’t it, kats?”

“you like my tits naked and juicy, shut the hell up,” smirking cockily, katsuki slides your shot glasses to the side and toys with the stacked white question cards in front of him. “her words not mine.” 

“anyways…first card please.” 

doing as he’s told, katsuki flips the first card over — skimming the letters written in bold on the other side before he slams it back down. “‘m takin’ a shot.” 

the shoot has barely begun and you already find yourself bursting into fits of adoring, amused giggles. “no! it’s not even your question to answer! you have to read it, it’s the first card!” you whine playfully.

“alright, fine,” flipping the card over again with a dejected air about him, bakugou announces the question to both you and the camera. “when was the last time we had sex and where did it happen?” 

“oh god.” you pinch your brow.

“told ya. no shots, it’s the first card. y’gotta answer it, babe.” bakugou teases as he casts the card aside, leaning back in his chair slow and sexy like while he watches you hungrily. it’s like making you embarrassed has made him forget that he’s on camera. 

sighing through your nose, you pout at the camera and producers who watch eagerly. “on the way here.” 

“on the way to this shoot? oh my god!” 

“yes! omg. shut up, this is so embarrassing. katsuki don’t laugh!” you practically wail as the set bursts out into laughter. “god, okay. it was on the way here and in the back of the SUV with the partition up. don’t ask me how we had time. katsuki always makes time.” 

said katsuki wiggles two fingers towards the camera knowingly and chokes back a raspy chuckle when you frown in response, scooping up your own card. “next question,” your say as your gaze skims the card. “who is your least favourite parent in law? oooh, spicy.” 

“definitely her dad,” your husband points a thumb in your direction without hesitation but mouths his words straight into the camera. “you’re a piece of shit by the way.” 

the producer pipes in. “can we elaborate?”

“my dad was never the most supportive of my career…but claims everything i have is because of him. it sucks, he's a narcissist and we don’t really speak because of it.” you answer truthfully, attempting to shrug the weight of your familial situation off. you know that most girls dream of having their father walk them down the aisle on their wedding day…but it’s just not in the cards for you. sensing your anger, your hurt and your pain beginning to rise to the surface, katsuki takes the card from you and grasps at your hand — eyebrows raised earnestly into his hairline while he checks to see if you’re okay. a small, wistful smile plays at your lips and you give your partner a gentle nod. “it’s okay though, my mum, mitsuki and masaru have been great parents. katsuki’s mum and dad kept me grounded throughout our engagement, pretty much designed all of my wedding outfits. they were all custom.” 

“outfits? as in multiple?” 

“ah yes! mitsuki insisted that i had changes throughout the day.” you beam, a giddiness replacing any negative emotion you once felt. your future mother in law had done everything in her power to make you feel like a princess on your wedding day — to this day it made you feel extremely grateful for your positive relationship with bakugou’s family.

“they still fuckin’ spoil her, ma styles her for a lot shoots,” the blonde scoffs but the adoration dancing in the almost brown flecks of his carmine eyes tell a different story. “no seriously, ma ‘n pa love you so much. you’re like the daughter they never had.” 

“aw, that’s so cute. i’ll cry.” 

katsuki’s turn to pick a card rolls around again, but he doesn’t let go of your hand the entire time — index finger toying with your engagement ring. “what’s was the most stressful part about planning a wedding?” he reads. “oh, definitely the micromanaging from other people. shit pissed me off,” your husband answers almost straight away, already preparing to fix himself a shot when the producer asks him to elaborate. 

he shakes his head and the producer turns to you. “our managers thought that they could have a say in our ceremony since it was like the celebrity wedding of the year,” shrugging, you fix your own shot which makes your spouse grin. “we ended up having one public and one smaller, private wedding to say fuck ‘em. and no, they didn’t fire me for this.” 

“so a follow up, when you announced your engagement to the world what was a difficult thing you dealt with publicly?” someone from behind the camera asks.

pursing your lips, you look to katsuki for an answer. “the fan wars? some of my fans were…are still caught up on my ex and others think the great singer katsuki bakugou is too good for an influencer like me.” 

“they don’t know shit. you’re too good for the world baby, i don’t deserve you.” 

“corny ass,” you snort directly into the camera’s shot. “i’m sure that’s one of his song lyrics.” 

“is fuckin’ not!” bakugou pouts, though he’ll deny that he was later. “pick another damn card.” 

he pushes the pile towards you once more and you cheekily swipe one from the middle to make the video a little bit more interesting for those watching from home when it comes out. hopefully the viewers get a laugh out of bakugou calling you a cheater and you sticking your tongue out at him in retaliation — he pinches it back. 

“ouch! owie, okay! okay, let go!” flipping the card so that the text is facing you, you begin to read it out loud slowly — nearly bursting out into an incredulous fit of giggles at the question printed in thick black letters. “this is so ironic, baby you’re gonna love this one,” katsuki raises a brow, intrigued by the coy smile you’re barely trying to hide now. “i dare you to call an ex and remind them that you’re happily married.” 

a small silence echoes throughout the studio as you stare at one another, waiting and waiting, until a loud, raspy and haughty laugh rips through bakugou’s throat. 

“what’s so funny?”

the blonde sat opposite you, still as handsome as the day you first met him — with glittering gem eyes that sparkle under the studio lights and a toothy smile that never fails to melt your heart, suddenly grows shy. a rose tint spreads its way over the bridge of his nose and his cheeks that have lost their youthful roundness, katsuki blushes softly but laughs with his entire body — only just embarrassed by the secret he's about to reveal to his most dedicated fans and the rest of the world. 

leaning forward on the table, elbows on the edge, while you tuck your chin in the seat of your palm — biting your lip in amusement. “do you wanna tell them or should i?” 

“i wanna take a fuckin’ short first. can i?” katsuki asks, almost innocently. he knocks back a glass of dark, bitter whisky once he gets the go ahead. “she’s my first. my first everythin’. girlfriend, time, wife—“ 

“i sure hope i’m your first and only wife, kats.” you cut him off swiftly, a mischievous lilt layered thick on your tone.

he slings an arm over the back of his chair, waving you off lovingly. “—you know what i mean, sweets.” bakugou shrugs in the direction of the producers. “i don’t have an ex to call.”

“okay, we’ll have your wife call one.” 

at the film crew’s suggestion, your voice raises an octave, notes of surprise littered through out your melodic voice. “me? who would i even call?” you can’t help but snicker, trying to reach for the juice used for mixer so you can plan your escape route out of the dare. 

your husband snatches the bottle from your reach, holding it protectively against his broad chest. “call shindou.” he grunts out low but highly amused. 

“oh no, i’m not doing that. let me take the shot katsuki.” comes your instant response, tone turning slightly serious.

“who’s shindou?”

“her ex.” 

“my ex.” 

the both of you announce in unison, though you’re a little less entertained by your menace of a blonde husband — still guarding the drinks as he chucks the used question card to the side. 

“why not?” 

“cause it’ll be mean? he still hasn’t recovered from finding out i’m dating the idol he used to train with. yanno, the one who debuted over him.” 

bakugou clicks his tongue cockily.  “he’ll get over it. call him. c’mon, it’ll be funny and you love making me laugh.” 

“alright fine but you have to swear you’ll answer the next one.” you turn to the camera. “he’s right though, his laugh is the prettiest in the world.” 

bakugou blushes as you pull out your phone and scroll to the bottom of your contact list, surprised at yourself for not blocking and deleting the number. holding up the sleek device for everyone to view, you jab a thumb into the speaker button and watch with baited breath as it begins to ring throughout the studio.

“hello, yo speakin’,” a voice a little higher pitched than your husband’s filters through the speaker. it’s familiar, but doesn’t hold any of the comfort that bakugou brings. it’s been years since you ended things with your ex, the relationship was rocky and full of miscommunications and mistrusts before either of you skyrocketed to fame. there’s no malice between you both or a reason to cause katsuki why worry, you hope, but talking to yo shindou nowadays is akin to talking to a stranger. 

giving the camera an awkward thumbs up, you reply shyly. “hi shin, what’s up?” 

“oh hey sweetheart, this is a nice suprise.” your ex purrs through the line. you click the buttons side of your phone to turn up the volume — making sure his every word is picked up by the mics in the room. 

bakugou chimes in, clearly looking for an opportunity to show off. “hey asshole, don’t get too excited.” 

“hello to you too kats, what can i do you for princess?” 

“shin, don’t call me that. also we’re shooting truth or drink right now — newlyweds edition with kats. they wanted me to call, tell you i’m married or something… which i’m sure you know by now.” explaining in a rush, you push at bakugou’s forehead, right between arched, dark blonde brows to keep him and his laughter at bay. 

“it’s all anyone can talk about these days, especially when i’m on set. married couple of the year.” 

the producers mouth to you to ask shindou a question, in which you almost miss underneath the sounds of your newlywed husband suppressing snarky jokes and giggles. “they’re telling me to ask you if you’re happy for me ‘n kats. you don’t have to answer—“ 

“i am. happy for you. katsuki, as big as of an asshole as he is, makes you way fucking happier than i ever did. he’s good to you, but you’re better to him. the world wants to see you guys grow old together… i hope it stays that way or else i’ll have to swoop back in—“

cringing along the millions that will be watching in the near future, you slice through his words politely before bakugou can blow a gasket. “thanks, shin. you’re sweet.” 

“anything for you, sweetcheeks—“ 

“alright, alright. you’re pushin’ it now, freak. r’member i’m the one clapping these sweet cheeks and i’ll always be a better fuck than you—“ abruptly, your newfound husband snatches up your phone — growling possessively down the line as if to ward your ex off. 

“okaybyethankyou!” squealing you hang up the phone and breathe a heavy sigh of relief, head banging on the table in front of you as you try to hide your flustered face. “that went better than expected.” 

the blonde before you shrugs nonchalantly as if he wasn’t seconds away from reaching into the phone and tearing shindou’s head from between his shoulders.  “i do love an opportunity to show you off, rub our marriage in people’s faces.” alas, he pours you both a shot, adding a mixer to yours, sort of as a reward for making it through the call. “kay, next card,” he swipes one from the top of the pile once more, carefully murmuring its contents into the studio’s cool air. “can the both of you name one person you would have invited into your marital bedroom on your wedding night? see if you’re both thinking of the same person. easy. on three?” 

“sure! one, two—“ you count, the temperature of the room raising as it awaits your big reveal. “kirishima.” 

“kirishima.” katsuki says at the same time before smirking cockily at the film crew. “next!”

you join him just as your foot flirtatious slides up his leg from underneath the table. “kats says eijirou is packin’, by the way.” your husband’s smile fades into an embarrassed look, everyone in the room laughing along with you. of course he’s seen it. of course you’ve talked about this before. “anyway, my turn! most romantic thing i’ve ever done for you? c’mon now kats, you can think of something. i’m pretty sweet.” 

reaching for your hand for the nth time during the shoot, bakugou laces his fingers with yours — decadent dark red eyes instantly drawn to the big rock on your engagement ring and the simple gold wedding band that sits above it as he recalls everything you’ve ever done for him. every gesture; every text, every act of physical touch or service. it would be hard to choose just one romantic thing.

the silence as he ponders almost fills you with dread, a nervousness fluttering about in your chest like a butterfly whose wings are beginning to fail them. they’d have to edit this part out if he couldn’t think of anything. 

but then, those plush pink lips that kiss you and call for you, part gently and a soft sentiment escape’s from between them. “you love me,” is all bakugou can say, eyes wide and genuine. “you take care of me. that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever done f'me…and, if we’re talkin’ specifics, you remember that time just before my album came out? before our wedding? i was fuckin’ stressed ‘n i was always locked up in the studio, trying to figure out the track list, the final song…” 

you nod slowly, exhaling deeply through your nose. “yeah?”  the background noise from the crew, cameras and mics wither away until it’s just yourself and bakugou in the room — holding hands as though you’re one another’s life lines. 

“it was three am ‘n you were in another city for a shoot but…you still made the drive over to have dinner with me. to make sure i ate,” the tip of katsuki’s rough and calloused thumb brushes over the bumps formed by your knuckles. “just to help me run through things even though i was freakin’ the fuck out and you had a flight to milan the next day. you ate with me and that meant a lot.” he seems wistful as he talks, forgetting that the world will be able to see his heart beating all tender like when the cameras are put away and the footage is polished up.

perhaps he doesn’t care if the world sees him being so vulnerable with the woman he loves on screen. they’ll usually find such openness hidden between the lyrics of his songs. so, perhaps it’s the little alcohol running through his system. nevertheless, quiet love and appreciation seeps from katsuki bakugou’s pours into the quiet atmosphere of the set, the emotions crash over you in waves that you welcome — almost reducing you to tears brewed just for him.

“you asshole,” you sniff, lacking all the spite the insulting nickname carries. “i didn’t think that night  meant so much to you… i just wanted to see my baby. wanted to make sure you were okay.” 

cocking his head to the side fondly, the blonde singer uses the back of his hand to wipe at your free falling tears you hadn’t realised were there. bakugou doesn’t let go of you the entire time. “don’t cry sweets, you know i hate t’see you cry.” 

watery laughter bubbles up on the seam of your lips. “don’t tell me what to do,”

“you said she drove from another city, would you guys say that distance made things difficult for you?” 

“sometimes,” you answer the director truthfully. “while we were engaged we’d plan our wedding across different time zones. when i was awake walking for fashion week he was sleeping in his studio making songs.” you explain, looking to katsuki to confirm.

he nods along with another squeeze of your hand. “it was hard yeah, but we got through it. now she has my ring on her finger ‘n she’s stuck with me.” 

“send help.” you mouth to the camera.

resuming the game, you snatch up a card and secretly hope that the question is a little more light hearted than the previous. “has my line of work ever made you jealous? oooh, good one,” adding the card to the ones already discarded, you squirm in your seat — excited to know your husband’s answer. “no shots! i want you sober and honest.” 

“i’ve hardly had anythin’ to drink!” katsuki snorts. “what’s the sayin’? a drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts? let me have something.” 

“no! i want sober words and sober thoughts, that’s the aim of the game, stink.” 

katsuki rolls his eyes so hard you fear they might drop out of his skull. “spoiled brat,” he mumbles begrudgingly, sucking his teeth. “okay before anyone says anythin’, i’m a secure guy. i trust and value my girl’s word above anyone else’s. i love seein’ her on billboards in every country i visit, on magazines at every airport I’ve ever flown from…”

“it feels like there’s a but coming.” 

“wait for it…” you hum gleefully.

“but i hate that one cover shoot you did with that nerd, izuku, for vogue. that’s it. never do that shit again.” bakugou finishes, crossing his arms over his chest like a petulant child.

nearly leaping out of your seat, you point at your husband — bewildered. “i knew it! you said it didn’t bother you!”

“of course it did! he had his grubby arms wrapped around you! he stinks.” 

“you did not just call izuku stinky, he’s got a feature on your album!” 

“his feature can kiss my ass,” you know that bakugou is only half serious, the two have written some beautiful songs together and the cover hardly meant anything — izuku models from time to time as well. it just so happens you also work for the same brands. “my turn again, rate my proposal on a scale of one to ten. how good did i do?”

“nine point five.” you nod assertively, speaking to your audience with love bursting through your heart. “he proposed to me at his first sold out concert, like literally stopped singing and apologised to all of his fans because he had something important to say. that’s when he asked me, in front of his entire world. kats’ is real private so it meant so much to me…”

the blonde leans back in his seat but brings your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss directly to your wedding rings. “only nine point five? cheeky fucker.”

“it’s only ‘cause your genius-self decided to chuck my ring into the crowd?” you scoff. 

“oi! i have good aim, you’re just shit at catchin’ things!” katsuki scoffs back, nudging you with his foot under the table. 

“back to the game love birds.” 

the two of you put your playful little spat on the back burner and you grasp the next card. “how many years into our our marriage do you think we’ll stop having sex—?” 

“never,” katsuki cuts you off, looking directly into the lense as he jabs a thumb in your direction. “i can’t ever get her off my cock. she’s fuckin’ insane.” 

heat flares up underneath the surface of your skin in embarrassment. “fuck you.” 

“right after this shoot, sweetheart.” he winks right back at you before nodding down at the cards. “last two, yeah? did your life turn out as expected?”

chewing on your bottom lip, you give the question some thought. life has an unpredictable nature, no matter who you are or where you come from. if someone had told you a year into your college degree, that you’d be in front of sorts of cameras as a profession for the rest of your life — you wouldn’t have believed them. if someone had told you that you’d find the love of your life shortly after, you would have called them a liar too. your past has been heavy, a dark cloud you never thought you’d be able to escape — hauntingly daunting.

and even though you know that it’s a burden to place the weight of your happiness on someone else’s shoulders — but you know that katsuki has always been your golden, blinding light at the end of the tunnel. he’s something you never expected, but someone you entirely deserve after everything life has thrown at you. 

“no, it hasn’t,” you whisper softly, ever so slightly distinct. your lover leans in, watching you curiously from over stacked question cards and bottles of barely touched alcohol. “i never expected to be so famous so young, that a silly little dream of mine could come true. that i never expected, i still can’t believe it…but, it’s like… meeting you. falling in love with you, on top of all that? it’s like i was destined to be with you, kats. you’re my soulmate. i knew that from the start.” 

just like you earlier, emotion wells up inside katsuki. it breaches the cavity of his chest, slows down the rate of his heart and lungs and brings a slight shine to his beautiful blood red eyes. he sniffs but doesn’t dare look away from you — reading deep into your soul despite knowing the pages of it off by heart. “i feel the same,” he mumbles, reaching over to cup your face even with all of the cameras around. “i never expected to go on tour, sell albums and make music…but i feel like my heart always knew you were waitin’ for me.” quietness fills the space between the two of you, neither of you needing to say much. you cup the wrist of his hand that touched your face, leaning into his palm and pressing a kiss to it. “we’re so fuckin’ corny.” 

“you love it.”  you reply instantly. “i love you.” 

“see?” katsuki asks the production crew as he draws the last card for both of you — holding it out for you to read. “cornball.” 

“it’s cute! she’s cute and corny!”

“what about the rest of our marriage do you look forward to most?” since the video shoot is coming to an end, and you hardly want to cry any more, you both decide to make your answers short and sweet. “i look forward to spending forever by your side, taking over the world one continent at a time.” you gush, meaning every single word, smiling adoringly. 

“ditto, can’t wait to grow old with you, brat.” bakugou mirrors your expression and finally, finally ends the shoot by pressing the ghost of a kiss to your awaiting lips. you feel warm knowing how comfortable he’s grown over the course of filming, even more so at all of the truths he’s given you tonight. 

“that’s a wrap! thank you so much guys!”

katsuki salutes the camera, finishing up for you. “we’ve been the bakugous playin’ truth or drink. buy my album, see me on tour, buy a magazine with my wife’s beautiful face on it. like and subscribe.” all the while, you reflect on everything that you’ve learned about your husband whilst filming — that he loves you a lot more than he lets on, that you have his heart for all of eternity, that nothing in this world and cause his love for you to waver, 

and as your matching wedding bands continue to gleam beneath the dimming studio lights, you only hope that he knows that you feel the exact same way about loving him too.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate, feed into ai & recommend elsewhere.

[dracofknmalfoy]

sexting; cedric diggory

summary: y/n always thought cedric was too shy to say the things he did whilst they snapchatted eachother at 4am.

warnings: masturbation, swearing, phone sex, nudes, sexting

cedric <3 is typing . . . 

it had just turned 4 in the morning on a saturday, and whilst it was an ungodly time to be awake at, y/n’s eyes were widened when she saw the hufflepuff boy typing to her on snapchat. 

she awaited the message to be sent before she swiped on it to see what he had wanted. 

cedric <3: u awake tiny? 

he had called her tiny since the beginning of their friendship. considering he was considerably taller than her, and the nickname made her smile. 

y/n: hi hello yes i am awake 

cedric <3 is typing . . . 

cedric <3: do u wanna come to my dorm tomorrow after dinner? i miss having u on me

she bit her lip as she read the message over, feeling a flurry of butterflies cascading around in her stomach as she typed out a reply. 

y/n: sure !! it has been too long since we saw each other, don’t u think? 

cedric <3 is typing . . . 

cedric<3: i need u so bad y/n/n

y/n is typing . . . 

y/n: yeah? how bad? 

he took a lot longer to reply to this message. he was typing on and off for a few minutes before the vibration of a notification sounded in her room. 

cedric<3: i need u so bad cedric<3: all i’ve been thinking about recently is how good u feel wrapped around me

if she had been with him as he said this, she would’ve audibly gasped. however, she nibbled on her finger and typed out a reply as she released her finger. 

y/n is typing . . .

y/n: fucking hell, ced

there was a pause as he read her message, before the notification that he was typing again popped up at the bottom of the screen.

she waited anxiously for his response.

cedric <3 is typing . . . 

cedric <3 is typing . . . 

cedric <3: you wanna send me a photo baby? something i can use to make myself feel good? you like making me feel good, don’t you?

she bit her lip, before she removed her shirt and her shorts, sliding them off and down her legs and revealing a beautiful black lace trimmed bra, with matching panties to match.

she scooted off her bed to stand in front of her mirror, before she opened the camera in their messages and snapped a photo of her reflection.

her tits were pushed up perfectly and the lace of her panties covered her hips, drawing them in slightly.

she acknowledged the photo before sending it straight away and sitting on the edge of her bed and waiting for his response.

he read her reply instantly. minutes passed, and then a few more before he responded.

her stomach dropped.

it was a video, of cedric. he was holding his cock in his hand as he stroked it sensually. she altered the volume and felt herself quickly becoming more and more wet the more she heard his pants and light moans.

“y/n” he moaned in the background, “fuck, those tits of yours drive me crazy”

she smiled and bit her lip, watching as his hand began to move quicker and quicker, the tip of his cock was red and angry and bleeding with pre cum, she watched eagerly as he swiped his thumb over his tip.

his movements began to stutter and his moans became louder and louder before he released all over his hands with a moan of her name.

she felt her heartbeat in her chest. it was beating so erratically as she took in the state he was in before the video ended.

her fingers clicked off the video before she typed her response.

y/n is typing . . .

y/n: next time, come here and cum all over my tits, if they make you so crazy that is.

five minutes passed after she sent the message with no response from ced, she assumed he had fallen asleep, so she slid up her bed and started scrolling aimlessly on her phone, before she heard a knock at her door.

“open up, tiny” she heard, “i’m here to fulfil your wishes”

i’m baaaaaaaaack ;)

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daisy - l.f

note: this is a reupload from my old blog

content: sub felix, dom reader, biting, marking, slight possessiveness, blindfold, praise, begging, oral (f receiving), riding, unprotected sex, female reader

word count: 4.4k

Your eyes darted to your cellphone in what had to be record time the instant you registered its faint buzzing against your countertop. The glimmer of excitement you felt was short-lived, however, and you deflated immediately upon reading yet another mundane notification. It had been over an hour since Felix had last texted you to let you know he was on his way home from the airport, and judging by the way your stomach flipped each time your phone screen so much as lit up, it was safe to say that you were growing antsy.

In truth, you’d been antsy for several days now. You and Felix hadn’t seen each other for the better part of two months due to how busy he’d been with his latest comeback. Between live performances, variety shows, fan meetings, and traveling, he’d been far too occupied for the two of you to match up your schedules for even one day.

Now that things were calming down and promotions were drawing to a close, you and Felix had finally settled on a date where you could see each other again. You were hesitant at first to meet up with him on the same day he landed back home, but he had insisted with an endearing stubbornness that he preferred it that way.

“Seeing you will give me all the energy I need.” He’d assured you over the phone, only half-joking.

You’d given in easily from there—after all, you were just as eager to see him again as he was to see you. Calling and video chatting the precious few chances you got had done little to fill the Felix-shaped hole in your daily life. No amount of his cute Kakao emoticons or sleepy selfies could match the feeling of his arms wrapping around you in an unexpected backhug.

After so many weeks of waiting, the hours leading up to Felix’s arrival had gone by at an excruciating snail’s pace, and you felt your patience slip more with every passing minute. You reached for your phone with a sigh, hand hovering over the device as you contemplated whether or not to call and risk appearing clingier than you’d like in front of the rest of the guys.

Just as you took hold of your phone, ready to open Felix’s contact, a rapid knock at your front door nearly made you jump out of your chair. Your heart skipped a beat, and before you could even think to collect yourself, you were rushing to the entrance of your apartment with an urgency that might have been excessive if it were for the sake of anyone else.

You unlocked the door and swung it open a bit too enthusiastically, earning a creak of protest from its poor hinges. A smile made its way onto your face as soon as you were greeted with a very tired-looking Felix standing next to an even more tired-looking Changbin.

“Hey,” You said breathlessly.

Felix beamed back at you, his whole body perking up. “Hi!”

The sight of his cheerful face sent a wave of affection crashing over you, his own smile lighting up every last one of his exhausted features. On instinct, you reached out to rest your hand on his cheek, brushing your fingers over his skin and earning a cute hum from the boy.

The two of you stayed that way for several moments, grinning from ear to ear without saying a word. It wasn’t until Changbin cleared his throat that you were snapped from your daze, and—feeling a tinge of embarrassment—you turned to look at him for the first time.

“Hi, Bin.” You greeted.

“Good to see you.” Changbin feigned hurt over how blatantly he’d been ignored. “Here’s your precious cargo, we made sure to deliver him safe to you.”

“Thanks,” You giggled. There was a pause, and the next words were out of your mouth before you had the chance to think them through. “Um, did you wanna join us for a bit? You must be tired.”

Felix’s eyes widened at your sudden offer, and you had to suppress a snort when you noticed how obviously he wanted Changbin to reject it. Said man hesitated, pretending to mull it over for a moment before he shook his head. “The others are waiting in the car, so I’ll get going.”

You admittedly shared some of the relief that was evident on Felix’s face. Your invitation had mostly been out of politeness, and you were grateful that Changbin seemed to understand that you and Felix wanted each other all to yourselves.

“Bye, hyung!” Felix chirped. “Thanks for helping with my bags.”

Changbin saluted with two fingers, looking amused. “Bye, you two. Have fun.”

You watched as he made his way down the hall, waiting for him to at least reach the elevator before you took Felix’s hand and pulled him excitedly through the door. He let out a tiny, delighted squeak, dragging his suitcase along with him as he stumbled inside after you.

Your shared laughter filled the room, and as soon as Felix came to face you again, your hands found their way back to his cheeks, cupping them gently. He was barefaced—freckles and puffy eyebags on full display—and despite the weariness of traveling, he still managed to look bright.

“How was your trip?” You asked.

“Long,” He answered dramatically, leaning into your touch. “And the ride back took even longer because—” He cut himself off, eyes lighting up. “Ah! I got you something!”

You released his face from your palms with some reluctance, tilting your head curiously as he slipped off his backpack and unzipped it. After a bit of shuffling around, he pulled out a bouquet of daisies.

The plastic wrapping around them was crumpled, and the flowers were squished together in several spots, as if someone had tried to crush them. Felix seemed to realize this before you could say anything, and he scratched the back of his head, looking sheepish. “Ah, Jeongin accidentally sat on them in the car.”

With a fond smile, you took the flowers from his hands, a certain warmth spreading through your chest that only Felix could kindle. “How pretty,” You marveled, dabbing delicately at the white petals in an attempt to unstick them.

“Just like you.” Felix sang.

You tried to ignore the way your face began to heat up as well, his adorably proud expression only adding to your giddiness. “You’re so sweet,” You hummed. “Thank you, Lix. I love them.”

Felix’s grin spread to his eyes, and he leaned forward wordlessly to nuzzle his nose into yours.

After being apart for so long, the sudden closeness made your breath hitch. You took in his familiar scent, letting your eyes flutter shut before closing the gap between you two. A small, content noise slipped out of Felix as your mouth met his, and he wasted no time before reaching out to touch you.

He rested his hands on your waist, taking the fabric of your shirt between his fingers like he always did. His lips were softer than ever against yours, and you relished in his taste as you deepened the kiss, letting him flood your senses.

When you finally pulled away for air, Felix’s eyes were boring into you, a strangely intense look in them.

“I missed you,” He breathed.

The words were so innocent, but the way he spoke them had an underlying desire that was anything but. You used your free hand to run your fingers through his hair, trying to get a read on him. “Yeah?” You replied softly. “How much?”

Felix’s answer came in the form of a low whine. He tightened his grip on your waist just barely, pressing his fingers into your hips.

You leaned forward, brushing playfully over his lips once more. “Hm...you’d rather show than tell?”

He nodded quickly, any signs of drowsiness from earlier disappearing. In retrospect—you thought with amusement—he’d been right about your presence being enough to restore his energy, just not exactly in the way you’d expected.

You gave his cheek a gentle pat, and he kept his hold on your shirt tight as you guided him to your room.

He was on the bed in an instant, sitting on the mattress with a hop and straightening up eagerly. You placed the bouquet of daisies carefully on your nightstand before opening up the drawer, reaching inside to pull out a long length of cloth.

As it came into Felix’s view, you heard his breathing pick up behind you, and you turned to approach him with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“You know what daisies symbolize, Lixie?” You murmured, slipping your leg over his to settle into his lap. He shook his head slowly, hands finding your waist again as soon as you straddled him.

“Innocence,” You slid your index finger along the slope of his nose. “Purity.”

Felix swallowed. His dark eyes searched yours, wide as moons in anticipation of your next move. “So tell me,” You began, leaning close to his ear. “Did my baby stay pure while he was away?”

The question sent a shiver down his spine, and his tongue darted out nervously to lick his lower lip before he responded. “Yes,” He half-whispered.

“Mm...are you sure?” You pressed. “You didn’t touch yourself? Not even once?”

“No!” Felix’s reaction was immediate, and you could tell by the urgency in his voice that he was telling the truth. He paused for a moment, looking a bit guilty. “I...I thought about it a few times. But I didn’t, I swear.”

His honesty made you soften, and you brushed back his bangs to give his forehead a kiss. “That’s my boy,” You praised. “You deserve a reward for keeping our promise, don’t you?”

You rolled your hips down against Felix’s growing bulge as you spoke, taking pride in the way he visibly quivered.

“Yes, please...made sure to be a good boy for you.”

You hummed in agreement, taking an end of the blindfold in each hand and spreading it out before him. His eyes fluttered shut, and you briefly admired his long, delicate lashes before resting the cloth over the bridge of his nose. You wrapped it around his head, careful not to pull at his hair as you tied a knot in the back.

“Is this okay?” You checked softly.

“Mhm,” Felix exhaled as his vision became fully clouded, and his grip on your waist tightened as if to ensure that you wouldn’t leave him.

You took his chin between your fingers to tilt his head to the side, lips curving into a frown when you observed the skin of his neck. “It’s been so long since I’ve marked you up.” You said wistfully. “Everything’s faded.”

He cocked his head further, fully exposing his throat to you. “Please,” He rasped. “Cover me.”

The sinful sight paired with Felix’s plea was all the invitation you needed to sully the soft expanse. Without warning, you attached your lips to his neck and began peppering it with fervent kisses.

Felix squirmed in his spot as they quickly grew more heated, transforming the ticklish sensation into a pleasurable one. A low whine escaped him as you opened your mouth against his skin to suck at it. His hands slid up from your waist to feel your body, blindly searching for your chest. As soon as he found the soft flesh, he latched on, pawing rhythmically with his small fingers.

You halted for a moment to let out a breathless laugh. “You’re like a kitten, Lixie.” You cooed, marveling at how he took turns kneading with each hand.

Despite being unable to see you, Felix still ducked his head shyly. “So soft,” He murmured. You watched fondly as he palmed through your shirt before you leaned back down to take his skin between your teeth. His bulge twitched beneath you, and he had to resist the urge to bury his face in your chest with a cry when you bit down on his neck.

You sucked intently, not stopping until you were certain that a deep, red mark would be left behind for Felix to blush over later. He hissed as you licked the sensitive area, and it quickly morphed into a moan when you started nibbling on another spot directly above it.

“You’re extra sensitive today.” You mumbled onto his skin.

“Because I—ngh—missed you so much.” His voice spiked in pitch as you grinded against him.

You grazed over his throat, feeling his rapid heartbeat under your teeth as you traveled down to the junction of his neck and shoulder. “I missed you too, angel.” You purred, nipping the edge of his collarbone. “You and all your cute little noises.”

Felix mewled your name weakly, goosebumps forming on his skin wherever your hot tongue slid. “Please,” He whimpered.

“Please what?” You echoed. Without waiting for an answer, you inched higher up the column of his throat, prepared to bite down right below his jawline. He squeezed your chest with more vigor, earning a giggle from you.

“Hmm...all that time away turned Lixie into such a desperate little thing.” You teased, moving up to nibble at his ear.

The sudden closeness of your voice made Felix shudder, and he made no effort to deny your words. “N-need you,” He pleaded. “I really need you.”

You rolled his earlobe between your teeth one last time before finally pulling back to get a good look at him. The skin of his neck was decorated with countless love bites, each one blooming red and deep enough to show everyone who Felix belonged to for several days to come. You took hold of his chin to tilt his head once more, and a sense of satisfaction filled you as you fully admired your work.

“So beautiful,” You murmured. “And all mine.”

A timid smile made its way onto Felix’s face, and you knew if you could see his eyes they’d be gleaming from your praise.

Gently, you took hold of his wrists to pull his hands away from your chest, earning a tiny noise of protest from the boy. “I could do this all day,” You admitted. “But you want something else, don’t you, angel?”

Felix gave another quick nod, cheeks flushing deeper. “Yes, please,” He hesitated before continuing. “Can I...c-can I taste you?”

You ran your thumb along his plush lower lip, unable to hide the way his question delighted you. “You wanna put your pretty mouth to work, baby boy?”

“Please let me,” He begged, already sounding so far gone. “Want you so bad.”

His words alone made you clench involuntarily, and you tried to keep your hands steady as you placed them on his shoulders to nudge him down.

Felix obeyed right away, leaning back until he was fully rested against the mattress. He sucked in a deep breath, turning to brush his nose against the covers. “Smells like you,” He mumbled, almost dreamily.

Your heart fluttered, and you were thankful that he couldn’t see expression as you lifted yourself just barely to slip off your shorts and underwear. Felix wriggled around in the sheets, the anticipation rolling off him in waves. Slowly, you crawled forward until you were lined up with his face and spread your legs above him. He raised his head without wasting any time, opening his mouth to try and connect with your heat.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” You chided, pressing two fingers against his forehead to force him back down. He let out a weak whine, but complied nonetheless, waiting patiently for you to grant him what he wanted.

You lowered yourself to brush against his lips, and Felix’s tongue was out the moment you did so, earning a light moan from you. With your permission, he began to slide it hungrily along your folds.

“So eager,” You breathed.

He hummed happily beneath you, sending a delicious vibration through your core. You felt the pleasure cloud your senses as he worked his mouth with more and more enthusiasm, covering every inch of you. His rhythm was erratic but earnest, and you couldn’t help but jolt when his swollen lips wrapped around your clit unexpectedly.

Felix’s hands grew restless again, briefly gripping the bedsheets before he decided that wasn’t enough. He uncurled his fingers with a helpless whimper, reaching up to find your thighs instead. You smiled to yourself when he grabbed on to them, gazing down at him affectionately as he kneaded the soft flesh just as he had earlier with your chest.

Content with his hands busy pawing at you, Felix began to suck more intently, making your head spin from the combined heat and pressure around the bundle of nerves.

“Good boy,” You gasped out, tangling your fingers in his hair. Your praise urged him on, and he dug his nails into your skin lightly as he became focused solely on bringing you to your climax.

He released your clit with a cute pop before dipping his tongue into your core to scoop up the wetness that had dribbled out. Felix practically keened as it flooded his mouth, and the filthy sound only heightened your arousal. “Just like that, angel.” You encouraged him, trying to control your breath. “You’re doing so well for me.”

“Th-thank you. You…mmph…taste so good,” He slurred, sticking his tongue inside you one last time before lapping at your folds sloppily—almost obsessively. “Missed your taste.”

The sudden change of pace caught you by surprise, and you bit down on your lip to suppress an especially loud moan. He flattened his tongue against you, alternating between slow, deliberate licks and quick, kittenish ones.

“You just can’t get enough of this, hm?” You panted. “My baby was made to please me.”

Felix twitched below you, nodding as best as he could, and you knew how badly his dick must’ve been aching in his shorts by now. He bucked helplessly into nothing, growing more desperate by the second. Your grip on his hair tightened as you felt your high drawing dangerously close, and, reluctantly, you lifted yourself up out of his reach.

It took him several seconds to register the loss, his tongue continuing to flick mindlessly in the air in search of your heat once more. You suppressed a laugh at the adorable sight, untangling your fingers from his hair to cup his jaw and carefully shut his mouth.

Felix let out a small, disappointed whine, trying to pull you back down by your thighs when he realized you’d moved away.

“W-wanted to make you cum,” He protested meekly.

“Shh...it’s okay, Lixie.” You reassured him. “Let’s do something that’ll make both of us feel good, instead.”

A low moan rose in the back of Felix’s throat as you shifted your position to press down against his bulge, your bare heat seeping through the fabric to taunt him. “Oh God, please,” He whimpered.

You felt a tinge of pity when you noticed you’d been right about how painfully hard he was. “What do you think, baby boy?” You asked sweetly, playing with the strings of his shorts. “Should I let you inside of me?”

“Yes, yes please,” He begged. “Need it so bad...I miss you…”

He reached out for you again as he spoke, hand moving aimlessly without his vision and making your heart swell with affection. “I’m right here,” You soothed, guiding his hand to your chest. Felix’s body relaxed as he took hold of it, and you nearly cooed over his unabashed clinginess.

Unable to hold back any longer, you slipped your fingers under his waistband, pulling his shorts down to his thighs along with his underwear. Felix’s length sprang free below you, and heat pooled in your stomach when you saw just how much precum had leaked from his tip.

A squeak escaped him as you suddenly took his cock into your hold and lined him up with your entrance. “You’re so cute,” You murmured, feeling him twitch eagerly in your hand. “Are you ready?”

He mewled your name in response, pushing his hips up in a wordless plea. Deciding that he’d waited long enough, you lowered yourself onto his length. Your content sigh mixed with Felix’s sharp gasp as he filled you up, your arousal from earlier allowing him to slide in with ease.

After so much time apart, the feeling of him inside you was pure bliss, relieving all your senses as you connected with the base of his dick. Felix dug his fingers into your chest as you both adjusted, trying his best not to squirm or buck up into you.

“P-please,” He gasped. “Can you move, please?”

You placed your hands on his waist, admiring how his shirt draped over his lean frame as you raised yourself off his cock just barely before sliding back down.

“Lixie’s so demanding today,” You commented playfully. Before Felix could stutter out an apology, you lifted your hips again, turning whatever he had to say into a sinful cry. “But a good boy like you gets whatever he wants.”

“Th-thank you,” He choked out, throwing his head back into the pillows. “Thank you—ngh—so much.”

You used your hold on his waist for leverage as you began to ride him properly, moving up and down at a steady pace. Felix instantly arched his back off the mattress, mouth falling open. “Is it good, baby?” You purred, rolling your hips so that his dick pressed against your walls.

“Ah...so good. D-don’t think ‘m gonna last long.” He managed between pants.

You slipped your hands under his shirt to run them over his warm skin, relishing in the way his stomach clenched and unclenched under your touch. “Can’t control yourself, huh, angel?”

“You’re so s-soft ‘n’ wet,” Felix stuttered out. His pawing became more frantic, and you felt a sudden spike of pleasure as he pinched your nipple through the fabric of your shirt. “Am I...good for you too?” He asked shyly, the blindfold making him oblivious as to just how much you were enjoying yourself.

“Mhm,” You gave his waist a comforting squeeze. “You fill me up so perfectly.”

Felix jerked inside you, and a familiar pressure began to build up in your abdomen as the head of his cock brushed against your sweet spot. “Bet you look so p-pretty right now,” He babbled. “Ah—fuck!”

He practically yelped as you clenched around him. “Who knew a sweet boy like you would have such a dirty mouth.” You teased, altering your movements to rock your hips against his.

“Ah…‘m sorry,” Felix whimpered. “Just f-feels so amazing,” His hands dropped from your breasts to tug desperately at your arm, and you glanced down at him in confusion before understanding what he was asking you for.

Softening, you pulled your hands out from under his shirt and placed them on his shoulders, leaning down to rest your body fully against him. Felix nuzzled into your neck the instant it was close enough, taking in your comforting scent and pressing his lips to your skin.

The new angle allowed his cock to hit your sweet spot even better than before, and you increased your pace as you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching. Felix’s deep moans began spilling out of him over and over, each one longer and filthier than the last.

“C-close!” He gasped suddenly, unable to stop his hips from surging upwards. “Oh God ‘m gonna...please!”

His warning trailed off into a pitiful whine, and when he froze up below you, you knew that he was using all of his might to wait for your permission. You clenched around him once more, encouraging him to let it all out. “Go ahead and cum, angel. You’ve earned it.”

With a choked sob, Felix was spilling into you. His cries came out muffled as he buried his face even further into the crook of your shoulder, pleasure rippling through him and making his whole body tremble.

The feeling of his hot seed pouring into you caused your own orgasm to wash over you shortly after. You bit down hard on Felix’s skin, and your teeth sinking into his flesh combined with your wet heat engulfing his length made him see stars.

You continued to roll your hips slowly, riding out your shared high until the both of you became too sensitive to handle any more stimulation. With a content sigh, you unlatched your mouth from Felix’s neck, feeling a bit guilty when you noticed the especially deep bite mark you’d left on his delicate skin.

The sound of his heavy breathing filled the room for several seconds. As soon as his pants began to die down, you gently tapped the crown of his head. Though his mind was still hazy, he immediately pulled his face out from your neck and brought it back into view. You gave his cheek a loving pat before carefully removing the blindfold and tossing it to the side.

Felix’s eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the light, and when he met your gaze you saw that they were still glossed over with lust. “How are you feeling?” You asked softly, running your fingers through his hair to unstick the damp strands from his forehead.

“Missed you so much.” He mumbled.

You gazed down at him in adoration, taking in the view of his flushed cheeks, puffy lips, and shining eyes. An idea came to mind while you pet his head, and with a grin, you reached over to pick a daisy from the bouquet on your nightstand and place it in his hair.

The tiny, delighted giggle that escaped Felix didn’t disappoint, and your stomach practically erupted with butterflies as he beamed up at you.

“Am I pretty?”

“The prettiest boy in the world.” You answered honestly, giving his button nose a poke.

Just as you were about to lift yourself off his length, his hand came up to grab onto your chest yet again. You gave him a quizzical look, the change in his expression not lost on you.

“Again?” He pouted, looking utterly irresistible below you. “I wanna see you this time. I really missed you.”

The question made your heart melt just as much as it made your spine tingle with fresh arousal, and when Feix twitched inside of you, your doting smile morphed into a smirk.

“Hm...maybe daisies are a bit too innocent for you, Lixie.”

[bellswlw]

Can you do something regarding like stretch marks and Ellie. I feel like hella insecure about mine so it would be great. Thanks!!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ the moon & her visiting hours ⇨ e. williams

ellie williams x afab/gn!reader

wc: 1k

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summary: when sleepily talking in bed late at night, Ellie admits how much she loves your stretch marks.

cw: fluff, established relationship, mentions of stretch marks ofc

a/n: thank you for the request omg this is so exciting:,) i hope you enjoy!!! (ps: stretch marks are so so beautiful i love them smsmsmsm they're so sexy imo) proofread.

The moon that once glistened under the spine of your body in an even hue had been replaced with low and thick rods of lightning, leaving their mark along your hips, thighs, and arms. You welcomed them silently, noticing the sudden itch you felt along your side and the lines that had slowly been etching themselves into your skin, unnoticed until they were some form of permanent.

You let them in, soaking deep into you with a slight color to them. They were dark at first, but you knew with time and the work of the sun that they would lighten. You ran your fingers along them sometimes, the texture something you found mesmerizing. Along with Ellie.

Her hands slowly crept up your shirt, her fingers dancing along that same spine that now was being lit up from the moon. The same one who had shined bright enough through the window to catch a glimpse of the sight.

Ellie’s arms wrapped around you, facing her as the two of you kept each other up far too late, talking.

“I think it’d be lonely, up there all alone…” you whispered, your skin continuing to hum with a warm buzz.

In the summer and you had the windows open to let some air into you and Ellie’s stagnant bedroom. Hence another reason you two were still up: it was far too hot to sleep.

The wind had just then nipped at the exposed slit of your back, drawing you in closer to Ellie as her hand shifted against you, feeling the beauty lines graze the pads of her fingers.

She let the sleepy smile grow against her lips, her eyes fighting to stay open. “I think it’d be cool. You could see everything. Gravity, be floating in the air. Don’t cha think that’s cool?” she asks you, and her fingers had begun to play with your skin, lazily running her fingers over and over and over the same spot.

“Maybe… I'd wanna go with you, not by myself.” and you soften into her touch, melt even.

You unclasp your hands from their stiff position against your chest to reach up and place a palm against Ellie’s cheek. She hums against you, letting the warmth of your hand lull her further into a sleep state.

“Have you always had so many freckles?” you ask, and your voice is so quiet, so small, that you think she’s really fallen asleep this time. But her hand is still skidding slowly across your stretch marks. She’s awake.

“Hm?” she says, and her eyes slowly flutter open on eye at a time when your thumb begins to stroke her softly.

“Your freckles. Have they always been so… freckly?” and you laugh at yourself, the tiredness in your voice and body pulling you further and further into the mattress.

“More in the summer,” she whispers, and draws in a yawn.

“Mm.” is all you say.

And the two of you stay like that for a few beats, your eyes falling shut once again to drift off. You were so tired, but you wanted to keep talking, to keep Ellie talking about space, and her freckles, and the scars she had gotten.

There was a fear in you that this was all the time left in the world, these groggy hours staying up and mumbling small and nearly incoherent sentences back and forth while fighting the sleep that you knew would wash over you eventually. The sleep that would cause your breathing to fall even as you shuffled closer to Ellie. Despite the heat and starched air.

But before the gnawing feeling could creep up your throat and prick tears into your eyes, Ellie spoke up again.

“I like these,” she croaked. Her eyes had stayed shut but you knew what she meant from the adjustment her palm had made against your skin, rubbing her it against your stomach before resting flat, stagnant.

“You do?” your heartbeat begins to echo in your ears, the low quick thump thump thump sending a sleepy smile across your lips as you moved your hand to place it over your chest.

You had always known it… subconsciously at least. You knew when you and Ellie had hung out for the first time over a year ago, and you had caught her staring at you when your shirt had accidentally ridden up, reaching for something on a shelf. And you knew when you both had a bet going that ended up in Ellie losing, forcing her to jump in the river in the dead of winter.

She of course dragged you in with her. And after you swore curses at her under your breath and made it back inside to change, her eyes had lingered on you, watching the way you stripped off your only pair of clothes and were forced to sit around in your bra and underwear. She followed suit. Saying, “It’s only fair.”

And you knew even now, when she was saying it under her breath. Reeling you in as much as she could so your hips were sticking together like glue… you knew.

The confession sent a blossom of pride through your chest. As much as Ellie’s eyes can speak a thousand words, it of course felt good having three specific ones to let echo in your head.

“Yeah, always have.” and there’s another wave of wind that tumbles in through the window, catching just the tips of your toes. You curl your legs up and inward before letting one drape over hers with a small breath escaping your lips.

The thin sheet that is covering you both snags on your quick adjustment, but neither of you mind.

“Think they’re cool. Like snakes. Cool little snakes.” and Ellie kisses your forehead then, her other hand reaching for the back of your neck to tuck it under her chin. “Cool snakes,” she mumbles before the smile on your face fades and you and Ellie both finally fall asleep, the moon shifting in its place in the sky moments before she says goodnight.

[human-encounters-diary]

Day 10

The Vitrichl has made the decision to have routine patrols guard the most vital parts of the ship. It is not entirely surprising that I was assigned to guard Sector 3 with the human.

The human was - surprisingly - quiet. It caused slight concern within me, as the human was never as silent as during this cycle. She kept rubbing the protective skin over her visual organ, as if something was irritating her.

After a silence that lasted too long, she finally opened her mouth, minimizing my concerns slightly. Firstly, she let out air harder than necessary, possibly a signal of distaste. Then, she asked: "Wanna play a game?", while raising the corners of her mouth slightly. "We are not allowed. We are in a high emergency situation and need to be on guard at all times."

"It‘ll be really quick, I promise!", she continued. As I did not want to anger the human, I decided on compromising: "I accept. I suppose one game will not lead to the immediate demise of the ship and its entire crew. As long as it is quick."

She bared her teeth at me for a moment, before scurrying over hastily.

"Alright, so, the rules are really simple", she said, taking what seemed to be a writing tool of sorts out of a non-visible crease in her clothing. She started drawing a simple register on the floor, and it resembled this:

"Where I come from, we call this game 'Tic Tac Toe' ", Quinn continued. "So basically, each one of us gets a shape: I get a cross and you get a circle. The goal of the game is to get a row full of your sign. It can be horizontally, vertically or diagonally, but it cannot be broken by another shape, because then it won‘t count. The game stops when one of us wins or when all the squares are full without a winner."

"That is quite simple", I agreed. "Alright, you start.", she decided, handing me the writing tool.

I placed a circle perfectly in the middle of the board. Quinn sucked in air sharply while clenching her teeth, but otherwise did not seem visibly upset. She drew a cross in the down right corner. I drew a circle in the up right corner. She drew a cross below my original circle. I drew a circle in the down left corner.

"Boom. Congratulations, you won.", she informed me, and she seemed to be…happy. Her tone was light and her stance casual, her legs folded across each other in a seemingly painfully twisted way. Why would she be happy that I, her opponent, had beat her at her own game?

She took the writing tool, judging by density and appearance a piece of charcoal (a widespread substance, which is quite easy to find in most galaxies), and drew a line through my three circles. I was rather confused by this gesture. Was she denying my win? Was it simply to show that I had won this particular game? Was it a truce agreement? These questions stayed unanswered.

We both raised and Quinn seemingly tried to wipe away the drawings with her foot, but her efforts did not pay off. Eventually, she capitulated and we retook our positions. As we continued to patrol for the next few hours, no further conversations occurred, as the task at hand was of utmost importance. Although I did notice, that while the human did not speak anymore, her body seemed to be speaking for her. She was almost constantly shifting on her feet, walking a few steps before stopping again, and her hands seemed to have a mind of its own, touching everything near them, for example her fingers, nearby equipment and her clothing. What could be the reason behind this behaviour? Was she, perhaps, suffering from an illness? Was she bored again? 

I realized I would have to ask her to receive answers, but I decided to do that at an…more appropriate time.

Soon, the exchange team for the next shift arrived, and the human and I parted ways.

[mythicalmyles]

MYTH! Its been awhile! How are you doing? Btw im doing great!

Can i req something about like reader getting fucked stupid by a perverted and horny killer while he's walking through the woods? Like reader and his friends were just having a stroll in the woods and they end up splitting ways and reader got lost, his friends were trying to call him but he seems to left his phone in his house so they decide to look for him but they end up saw him butt naked and someone fucking him from behind!

You can choose any kinks if you want! I wont mind (Tbh your kinks and writings are the best!! And you never fail to make my day the best!!)

I hope toby is oke 🥺

Blackmail, dubcon, public, sub/bottom reader, violent, dark themes, quicky

(Name) let out an exasperated sigh as he stun in a circle, trees filling his vision. He began hating them, the dark beginning to freak him out now he was completely alone.

He paused as he spotted a hooded figure, heart beating faster. He quickly made his way to the figure assuming it was one of his friends, however dread filled him when a masked face turned to him. They stared at each other for a moment before (Names) shaky voice broke the silence. “I-if this is a joke, its not fu-funny.” He stuttered out, trying not to bolt.

Almost tauntingly the figure tilted its head, the size and build of him being unfamiliar and sending raw fear into (Names) stomach. Before (Name) could even draw another breath he was slammed against a tree, vision dancing as the bark scraped his skin. All he could do was choke out a rasp before an arm pressed against his throat, holding him into the tree. His vision started blurring as he stared into goggle covered eyes.

White fear flooded (Names) head as he gazed at the other man, stomach twisting with fear. All (Name) could do was whimper. “You wanna live?” (Name) nodded rapidly, the mans arm limiting his movements. “You make me cum, you get to live.” (Name) bit his lip, nodding again as he stared into the others eyes. “Toby, you’re gonna remember it.” (Name) shivered as he was turned around, Toby’s hands leaving indents in his hips.

“Pretty little thing, shouldn’t be out here all alone. There’s bad men out here, your lucky i found you.” Toby’s voice was laced with psychopathy, his tone almost gleeful as he made quick work of your jeans. He used (Names) own belt to bind his arms together behind his back, laughing when he voiced his discomfort. “Don’t worry princess, you’ll be just fine.” Was all the warning he got before Toby’s cock began pushing against his hole. A loud groan left (Name) as Toby slid into him, only his spit as lube.

Toby wasted no time before sliding out only to slam back in, a fiendish grin coating his cheeks as he listened to (Name) scream. Toby knew he wouldn’t have much time, not doubting for a moment that others heard it and would come looking. The thought didn’t stop Toby, rather seeming to spur him on as he set an almost brutal pace. All (Name) could do was moan, he could barely think as Toby’s cock split him open.

Toby stumbled back from the tree, pulling (Name) with him, continuing his thrusts ever moan he drew from the smaller spurring him on. His hand wrapped around (Names) neck and it wasn’t long before Toby’s hand was soaked in drool. The sudden appearance of three guys threw him for a moment, a dangerous smirk quick to slap over his face. He purposely sped up his thrusts as (Name) babbled, trying to explain himself. Toby’s murderous glare was quick to make them leave, the feeling of (Names) tight ass wrapped around his cock drove him insane, arms wrapping around him and gripping him tightly as he dove his cock into the (h/c). “Thats it pretty boy, all your friends just watched you get fucked. Bet you liked it, whore.” Despite the venom and hate in Toby’s words it didn’t stop (Name) screaming his name one last tome before falling into his arms, allowing the brunet to do as he pleased.

(Names) body ached as Toby rode out his orgasm, his large hands felt like they were going to crush him. Lucky for (Name) Toby came quick, pulling out and watching him drop. Toby’s empty eyes stared down at him. “You’ve probably got five minutes before the others are here and they cut that pretty throat open.” (Names) eyes doubled as he stared back at Toby, stomach going woozy at the sight of his smirk.

(Name) took a deep breath before rushing into a sprint, ignoring the burn at the bottom of his spine and the ghost of Toby’s hands crushing his hips.

[starcrossedxwriter]

Unbreakable Part 3 (Erik Killmonger x OC)

Warnings: none...

A/n: a little pre-Christmas gift. Enjoy!

Naja pushed the knife into his side, not enough to draw blood but just enough for him to feel it. 

“Yield.” 

“Aight girl, damn.” Naja smirked to herself before letting him go and sliding the knives back into their sheaths at her waist. “You don’t know the difference between friendly training ’n a real fight, do you?” 

“Well, this isn’t friendly so…” she shrugged, though she found her tone was not the entirely cold one she hoped it would be as she went to grab water. “And a person who thinks any fight is friendly is a person who won’t live long. No one out there is going to fight friendly so why would I train as such? Easy way to meet the ancestors faster if you ask me.” 

His response, not that he did not agree with it, shocked him. Every day, he realized just how truly different she was now. Or at least, how different she outwardly showed herself to be. But it could not have just been their break up, he reasoned. It had to be something else to harden her to this degree. 

“May I ask you something?” 

He lifted his head. “Well that would involve talking to me?” She rolled her eyes. “I’ll make you a deal. Tell me how you keep beatin’ my ass and I’ll answer your question.”

Naja mulled over his compromise for a moment before nodding, the terms seemed logical and fair enough. She crossed back over the mat to stand in front of him.  

“It’s not that hard. You fight like most overconfident men, feel free to take offense to that, by the way.” He merely rolled her eyes. Her jabs seemed to roll off his back, which annoyed her to no end. “Like you’re the biggest and strongest, you merely throw your weight around with little skill. And you can get away with that when you are indeed the biggest and the strongest. Most people can’t overpower brute strength. But I’ve never been the strongest and never will be. Certainly not the biggest in a fight and likely also never will be. So I rely on skill and skill alone. And my other senses. It’s obvious you know how to fight and have skill, even if it is… lacking since you took the herb. Because you know only a handful of equally enhanced people could hope to beat you. You want to beat me? Focus on using your mind to beat me, not those giant muscles,” she gestured at his bulging biceps. 

“Damn, you good. And right. That first day I fought you was my first time fightin’ in a year. Maybe you can teach me some of those skills?” 

Naja stared at him for a few moments before acquiescing. She would never admit it to him but she enjoyed their afternoon sparring sessions. Though they had been at it for a week, this was the most they had spoken in their sessions. He did not push conversation on her even though she could always tell there was a question on the tip of his lips. But their time together steadily opened the release valve on the tension between them even if they did not speak to each other. Every blow, grunt, and kick chipped away at the barrier between them, just as - she imagined - he knew it would. She hated that his plan was working. 

“Deal. We’ll try some new things tomorrow.” 

“I’m a man of my word… now,” he added with a chuckle when her eyebrow raised. “What do you wanna know?” 

“How did a man who vowed to sooner destroy Wakanda before he stepped foot in it again manage to get his hands on our most sacred herb?” 

He scratched the nape of his neck, that was not the question he was expecting. But it was a fair one. He had once vowed to burn Wakanda to the ground for what they took from him. And now he was back, serving the country as loyally as any other soul would, had given up more than most would - though he chose not to think about the long-term freedoms he gave up for it. Only T’Challa knew the road that led him back, that changed his mind. 

“You weren’t wrong…” he closed the space between them. 

“I rarely am,” she offered, which made him laugh. 

Conceded but true, he thought to himself. 

“T’Challa and I did reconnect after his father died… couple years before the Blip. He gave me a set of beads and told me if I ever needed anythin’, call him. Never thought I’d need to call it in, never thought I’d need him. And then… shit hit the fan after the Blip, tried to save someone instead of myself and got shot.” He gestured toward the faintest scar among the raised scarring on his chest. “Escaped, used one of the beads to stabilize myself, called T’Challa. By the time they got me back, the herb was the only option.” 

“You were shot?” She whispered. Without thinking, her hand reached to his scarred chest and grazed over the faint line left behind. It was barely visible against the bumps that marred his perfect skin. The picture of it pained her soul, the idea of him floating between life and death. “I d-don’t understand you,” she whispered with a soft chuckle and head shake. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You claimed to have no room in your heart for anyone, claimed to love nothing and no one. Who on this planet was worth almost dying for?” 

Erik grabbed her hand, holding it to his chest, which tore her eyes from his scar to his deep brown ones. 

“Someone who reminded me of the most important thing I sacrificed, the thing I always wanted to get back to.” 

She could feel the ice between them, the ice she so desperately clung to, melting away as if someone set it ablaze. It could not withstand this, this fire that brewed between them under the surface of disdain. She could no longer ignore it in favor of righteous rage. He was making it impossible to do so. She wanted to resist it, break free of him and this spell he kept putting her under. But his pull was impossible to resist. She was paralyzed there with him and that terrified her. 

“W-why’d you stay?” 

“I saw my dad in the Ancestral Plane. Reminded me that I… I had been on the run from hard shit long enough, that I made mistakes and I needed to stay and fix them. Atone for them. So I vowed to stick around this time and do that.”

“And did you? Fix it?” Her voice was reduced to a whisper. 

“Some of it. Some are proving harder but I got 5 or 6 weeks left.” 

She wished Bast would send her some snappy retort, something to remind him that she hated him. However, there was nothing. No jabs, no anger, nothing she could offer. The old her, the one she buried beneath everything she was today, yearned for him as if he were oxygen for her to breathe. But she couldn’t, couldn’t let her out again, allow herself to be hurt like that again.

“What if t-that isn’t enough? What if t-there’s t-too much damage?” 

He shrugged. “With enough work, anything can be fixed. And I ain’t ever let a challenge stop me.” 

She let out a shaky breath as his face leaned in closer to hers. It was as if something transported her back to her teens. She was 16 again, sneaking through the caves of the falls with Erik, ready to fall into the roaring river that was him. And here she was, foolishly, teetering on that edge again. And the rope that kept her tethered to the edge, a decade of pain and anger, that was fraying at the middle with each passing moment in his presence. 

However, she was thankful when both of their beads rang out loudly, a cannon that forced them away from each other. 

Thank Bast, she thought to herself. She still answered some prayers.

“It’s T’Challa,” she mumbled. “W-We should go.” 

Erik tried to mask the crestfallen look on his face before he nodded and followed her out. Every day he had to remind himself that movement and rebuilding was slow tedious work. And his road back into Naja’s good graces would a long one.

***

Naja tossed and turned, groaning slightly to herself. Sleep was more difficult in Wakanda than she thought it would be. She was used to holding late hours, whether for her shifts at the bar or for activities that required the cover of night before sleeping until noon. It also did not help how soft her bed was. She had long left the luxuries of Wakanda behind and now they were difficult to grow accustomed to again. 

Her family was determined to use every moment of her time with them. A certain adorable prince demanded Naja’s attendance at breakfast before he went to school, which meant early mornings with the family. She spent most of the day with Nakia and the baby before sparring with Erik in the afternoon, an activity she hated to admit she looked forward to. 

“You aren’t sleeping,” she mumbled to herself before sliding out of bed. She grabbed her long duster to provide some level of decency to her short sleeping shorts and tank top. She wished she had the company of man to help her at least feel tired but she did not. Besides, everytime she thought about it… there was only one man that came to mind and that was beyond out of the question. 

She slid on her slippers and, because she was who she was, grabbed her gun from under her pillow and tucked it in the waistband of her shorts. What would she need it for? She did not know but she did not go anywhere at night without it. 

She slipped out of her quarters, nodding at the two Dora who stood guard outside her wing. They did not follow her, thank Bast. But that had been the compromise. 

She meandered through the halls, soft candles leading her around as she wandered. A soft wind blew through the open halls of the palace, leading her to the gardens. She walked through, savoring the beauty and quiet of the space. She settled in a patch that grew vibrant blue lilies she knew Nakia had planted as they grew along the falls. They were her personal favorites. She sat there and studied them, noting every shade of blue in each petal. They reminded her of a softer life, a softer time. She used to keep a bouquet of them by her bed when she was young. 

She had no desire to go back there but she could not pretend that sometimes she didn't missed it. She missed the girl that could fall asleep on mattresses that felt like clouds and became gleeful at pretty flowers. Who sought out the beauty in every person, not the ulterior motives they had to harm her. That girl was dead and buried, rightfully so but she was missed. 

As quickly as her reminiscing started, it ended as she felt a presence behind her. Instinctively, she jumped up and grabbed her gun, pointing it at Erik. 

“Ain’t seen someone move that fast in a minute,” he offered, admiration in his voice despite the gun aimed between his eyes. “You a good shot?” 

“Better than you I’m sure,” she mumbled. “They didn’t teach you at your assassin school about sneaking up on other assassins?” 

“Wasn’t sneakin’. I said your name twice before you almost blew my head off.” 

Naja blinked a few times in shock. “Oh, sorry, don’t know how I didn’t hear you.” She stowed her weapon back behind her back and shifted her weight awkwardly. “Couldn’t sleep either?” 

“Nah… just don’t need it much anymore. One of the benefits of the herb. Lots of time to wander and think.” 

Some nights, the restlessness in his spirit was simply unbearable so he just wandered. He often left the palace and went to his favorite spots in the country. But some nights like tonight, he just walked around the palace. Since he moved in, he imagined he had learned every nook and cranny. No one ever bothered him or even tried to stop him, though he knew every midnight stroll made its way back to T’Challa. 

He had free range but he also knew T’Challa kept a close eye on him. He was not intrusive or overbearing so Erik chose to ignore it and let T’Challa do whatever he needed to do to feel secure about Erik’s residency there. And though T’Challa would never admit it, Erik also knew that his spying had an ulterior motive driven by a fear that T’Challa would wake up one day and Erik would have disappeared without warning or a goodbye. 

That was not him anymore, he had learned his lesson years ago. Learned the irreversible pain abandoning people without thought or care for them did. And he vowed that he would never make such a callous choice again, especially since he would likely spend the rest of his life making up for the last time. If he could have, Bast knew he would go back and do so many things differently, make so many different choices. That was all the last 15 years had been: years and years to contemplate the terrible decisions he made in his youth. 

“And opportunities to steal from the kitchens?” she gestured toward the wrapped up napkins in his hand. 

“Another benefit or curse of the herb, dependin’ on how you look at it. Always hungry as fuck.” 

She chuckled. “I can relate,” she admitted. “To the hungry part at least.” 

Erik studied her for a minute before reaching his hand out, handing her the wrapped up food. She raised an eyebrow before taking it and opening it, revealing her favorite dessert, a Wakandan lime cake that she had not had in years but adored. 

“Wanna share? It’s that recipe you always loved.” 

She wanted to say no but she saw it for what it was: a peace offering. At least for them at this moment, even if it did not last till the sun rose in the morning. 

She settled back in her spot, Erik sitting next to her, the cake perched on his knee as they each broke off pieces. She stifled a moan as the flavors hit her taste buds. 

“Bast… I forgot how good that was. Thanks for sharing. I hope you didn’t poison it or something.” 

“You hate me, not the other way around, remember?” 

Yes, you do hate him. Remember?? A voice yelled in her head. But did she? Really? Cause everything she felt right now was far from hate. Complicated, yes? But hate was not complicated at all. 

“Right. Wouldn’t be wise on your part to accept any cake from me then.” She grabbed another piece and popped it in her mouth before laying back in the soft grass. Her eyes studied the stars as they laid there in silence, Erik quietly handing her pieces of cake as he watched her. 

“Can I ask you somethin’? You owe me at least that, eating all my damn cake.” Not that he minded. 

“I’m nothing if not fair. What do you want to know?” 

Erik wanted to know so much, he wanted to know everything that had happened to her in the last 15 years but he knew it was a slow build to gaining her trust again. Which meant he had to start with a soft ball, something simple and easy that would not ruffle any feathers. 

“Been readin’ war dog files and most choose jobs and covers that… give them comfort. You chose a bartender in the poorest part of the country, why?” 

Naja turned onto her side to look at him. This was the most relaxed Erik had seen her since he arrived and he loved it. 

“T’Challa asked the same thing when I picked it,” she chuckled. “When I was assigned to Niganda as home base, I knew I needed to keep a low profile, I needed to be flexible and available for missions. And the poorest village in any country is the most overlooked. Knew no one would look twice. Perfect place to hide. And then I just grew to love it, the people… the heart of it. They don’t have much but everyone does everything they can for everyone. And I became a war dog to help people. If I was going to take lives, I figured I could help them too. And then it just became home.” 

“You are so different now…” he mumbled as he stared at her. 

She shrugged. “Had to be. Wasn’t going to survive any other way. Suppose I should thank you for that? If you hadn’t…” she did not want to say it. “Left, I wouldn’t be who I am today.” 

“And is she better than who you were?” He asked, holding her gaze. 

“She’s stronger. She won’t be broken ever again. She can’t be.” 

Erik knew he should quit while he was ahead. They were dancing into dangerous territory that could undo the fragile peace they had created between them. But he could not stop himself. He hated that she thought such things about herself, hated that she thought so lowly of herself. 

“What makes you think she wasn’t strong?” 

“Because she…” Naja stopped herself. She did not think she could go down this road with him. He wanted vulnerability and she was not interested in giving it to him. He did not deserve it. “I believe you asked for one question… not eight follow ups,” she joked. “I should head back to my room.” She stood up and dusted off her clothes. “Thanks for the cake.” 

Erik sighed. He figured he was taking it too far but he lost control when he was with her. Forgot about his obligations and all the things his brain knew he should not do. All he could think about was what his heart wanted and that was her, all of her. 

“Let me walk you back.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t need an escort.” 

“I know you don’t. Humor a nigga, damn. Were you always this stubborn?” 

Naja snorted. “Another consequence of your actions,” she shrugged. 

“Well your suite’s on the way to mine so we can walk in that direction together.” 

“You don’t give up, do you?” 

He closed the space between them, heat rising in Naja’s entire body as he stared down at her. “Nope. But I was always like that.” 

She did not say anything, there was no response she could offer that did not betray her. If she stayed in his presence, under his smolder much longer, he would end up in her bed. She had far less self control than he gave her credit for. 

She turned and walked back in the direction she came. They did not say much as they walked through the silent halls until they were back in front of her suite. 

“Thanks for the cake and conversation. It was nice,” she admitted. 

“How painful was that?” At her confused expression, Erik added. “To say somethin’  nice to me?” 

Naja laughed loudly. Fuck, Eirk forgot how much he missed that sound. “Very. Don’t make me regret it. And say a word of it to anyone else and I’ll show you how good of a shot I am,” she warned. 

“Fine if you do somethin’ for me? Next time you can’t sleep and want to go wanderin’, call me. I know all the best spots for us night owls.” 

She studied him. Everything in her warred. Her heart demanded she say yes, the voice she listened to the least. Her brain simply demanded she remember everything he had done to her, how he had destroyed her. But her heart recognized his effort, recognized that he was trying to earn her trust back. And what did she gain by pretending it was not working to some degree? But doing so scared her. Her anger and rage toward him had been fuel to survive, she did not know who she was without it. But even that fear was not strong enough to make her say that simple word: no. 

He had infiltrated every aspect of her being and there was only so much resistance she could put up.

“Fine. But this changes nothing between us. I just don’t enjoy wandering alone.” She did not even understand the point of adding that caveat. It was not true. The sum of two conversations had changed everything between them. 

Erik was not even annoyed or angry at her words. He deserved 99% of the lashings she gave him. He was honestly surprised she even said yes. But he would not complain, the barrier softened with every passing day and he would take whatever he could get. 

“I know. You still hate me. Understood. See you on the mat, Naja.” 

“Night.” 

Naja watched him walk off before closing the door to her room. She slumped against the door. 

“Fuck me,” she muttered before climbing into bed. 

However, she could not deny that Erik had a certain effect on her because she slept the rest of the night. Though her brain plagued her with dreams, or in her opinion nightmares, of him. Of her falling for him yet again. And each one ended the same way: with him leaving her heartbroken and alone. 

She was only pulled out of her dreams at a knock at her door. She groaned, wondering who had lost all common sense and was bothering her. She rubbed her eyes, noticing the sun was high in the sky. She glanced at her clock, breakfast was in a short while which meant she did not need to scream at whatever poor soul stood on the other side of her door. 

She slid on her robe and pulled open the door. 

“Sister Naja? I have a delivery for you.” The woman held a vase of blue flame lilies in her arms. “There’s also a note.” 

“Who are they from?” Naja asked, though she already knew the answer. 

“They said you would know.” and with that, she handed her the vase and note and walked away. Naja sat on her bed, sliding the vase down on her bedside table before opening the note. 

A girl once told me she liked to wake up to these every day because they were a reminder of the beauty in our world. One of the many lessons that girl taught me was that strength and beauty can co-exist. It took me too long to learn that lesson but when I did, it changed my life. I hope you haven’t forgotten it. 

A tear slid down her cheek as she studied the flowers. 

“I hate him so much,” she whispered to herself. But she knew the truth, the only thing she hated about Erik was how much she still loved him. And really, that was what she hated about herself more. 

***

“Again!” Naja demanded as she jumped to her feet. She spun the spear around her in her hand before stabbing into the soft material of the mat. 

Erik braced himself on his knees. “How the fuck you keep doin’ that shit? It’s like I ain’t even tryin’. This shit’s effortless for you.” 

“I’m just that good,” she winked at him before sighing. “I think you need an incentive.” 

“What makes you think that?” 

“Because this isn’t working. It would be easier to teach a penguin to fly than this… and less painful.” 

“So you got jokes? I’m gettin’ my ass beat... and you got jokes." 

Naja closed the space between them. “You’re getting your ass beat because you aren’t trying. You’re pulling your punches and holding back because you don’t want to hurt me. I’m not a child playing on the grown-ups’ mat. Fight me as you would fight any man out there. But I know you. You’ve always had a competitive spirit so let’s make a bet. Best two out of three and whoever wins gets whatever they want. Once in a lifetime opportunity. You in?”  

Erik’s ears immediately perked up. “You serious?” 

“Yes. You need an incentive, so make your wager good. Something you’d fight to the death for.” 

Erik saw a golden path laid out in front of him. This felt too good to be true. But she was completely and totally serious. She was offering him anything in this world. He knew she would fight equally hard to win but he had to try. Big risk, big reward was always his motto. 

“If I win, let me take you out to dinner.” 

Naja immediately shook her head. She clearly had not thought this plan through properly. Wandering through the palace and sparring together was one thing. She could be friendly with him again but she would not date him or intentionally foster the romantic feelings she felt for him. Never again.

“Absolutely not.” 

“You said somethin’ I’d fight to death for and any good spy knows to be specific and you didn’t give any parameters. So that’s it. One dinner outside the palace with me. Besides… it’s gotta be somethin’ you’d fight equally hard to ensure I lost. Gotta make it a fair fight.” 

He knew Naja was principled enough not to go back on her word. She wanted him to fight harder, this would certainly do it. But she hated that he kept trying, kept poking at her soft spots to make her fully cave for him. He was playing her like a fiddle and she was too weak  to stop him. 

However, a small piece of her demanded she resisted the pull to say yes and let Bast and fate decide what happened next.

“One dinner isn’t going to change anything between us. Pick something else.” 

“No. I can be just as stubborn as you.” 

“Pick. Something. Else.” She practically screamed at him, everything in her ignoring the electricity that sparked when they were they close. He woke up every cell in her body, charged her with energy and passion and lust. Everything she did not want to feel for him.

There was no space for Bast between them as they stood off. Despite their significant height difference, Naja did not cower. She stood tall before him even though she barely reached his chin.

“No. You can hate me, despise me. I don’t care. But I won’t stop tryin’, Naja. Even if all I can do is show you I’ve changed and that I regret what I did to you so you can hate me a little less. If that’s all I get, I can live with that. But I can't live knowing I didn't try so I’m gonna use every minute I got to show you. That’s a promise.” 

Naja pulled herself to the fullest height she could. “It won’t work.” 

“If you’re so sure it won’t work, then it shouldn’t be a problem.” 

Naja sucked her teeth. There was no retort for that… at least not one that would get her out of this hellish situation.  “Fine. Pick your weapon.” 

Once they both had their chosen spears in hand, the training center filled with the loud clashing of vibranium. Naja fought with every ounce of intensity she could muster, landing Erik on his back with her spear gently poking his chest in a few short minutes. 

“One for me. Feels like you played this little game all wrong. Instead of giving yourself an incentive, you just gave me a better one to beat your ass.” 

Erik bared his teeth with a menacing smile, his golden grill glistening slightly in the light before he pushed himself to his feet. “I played the game exactly like I wanted to, baby girl. But I like it when you talk shit.” 

Naja bristled at the pet name he used to call her. She imagined he pulled it out simply to touch a nerve but it sounded so effortless too. No one had called her that since him and it, like the flowers he gave her, woke something in her she thought was dead and gone. 

What Naja did not know is that Erik had used the first round to his advantage. He used the time to study her, how she attacked, which weak spots she would go for first. So during the second round, he met her blow for blow, blocking every single one with such precision that she could not hide her shock and surprise. 

“I knew you were holding out on me.” 

“What half assed assassin school did you go to where they didn’t teach you the number 1 rule?” he asked as he slashed the blunt end of his spear against her back, causing her to fall to the ground. 

It was the first time he grounded her but even in her shock, she rolled to her side and immediately bounced to her feet, ignoring the lack of air in her lungs. 

Fuck, she was exhausted. And she knew then that she was screwed. 

“And what’s… that?” 

“No one’s your friend so you should never show all your tricks. And you’ve been showing me all of yours for weeks.” 

And just as Naja lunged to take him down, Erik grabbed the end of her spear and yanked her against his chest. With a move she had never seen before, he twisted the weapon out of her grasp and her arm behind her back, forcing her to remain flush to his chest. For good measure and to prove he had won the round, he grabbed a knife he kept hidden in his vest and held it to her throat. 

“Yield.” 

Naja could feel every scar on his chest pressed against her bare skin as she fought him in only a sports bra and leggings. She could feel every muscle and ounce of strength against her. 

“Screw you,” she spat angrily as she yanked her arm free and turned to face him. 

“I forgot you were a sore loser. One to one. One more round, baby girl.” 

“Call me that again and you’ll meet Bast a lot sooner than you want to.” 

They both crouched down into their fighting stances and pounced. It was more than a dance this time, it was the performance of a lifetime for both of them. There was too much on the line… everything was on the line. Every trick, hidden skill, ruthless action they could use without killing the other, they did. They were fighting to win and they were two people who never lost. 

Everytime each of them thought they had the other in their crosshairs, they found a way to weasel out of them. Naja was afraid of how sore she would be in the morning but she did not care. For all intents and purposes, she was fighting for her life on that mat. Losing her dignity to Erik Stevens again was not an option. 

However, Erik knew one thing that Naja did not want to admit. His enhancements meant that he could last longer in a fight than any of his opponents, even if they were better fighters. He did not have to outfight Naja… he simply had to outlast her. And sure enough, as this round went on for nearly double the amount of time as the others, he could see her movements grow tired and slower. She usually moved with the precision and quickness of a machine. But she was not a machine, she was human and the human body had a limit. She was reaching hers. 

Erik thought about dragging it out but he was a victor ready to claim his prize. While he was the type of monster who enjoyed playing with his food before he went in for the kill, he knew this win would be delicious without all that. 

He waited until Naja lunged for him before he spun away from her and kicked the back of her knee. She groaned in pain as she toppled like a tree. Her usual move to return to her feet was too slow, giving Erik the chance to straddle her hips and pin her hands to the ground. 

“Yield.” He demanded, his voice low and domineering. 

She bucked against him a few times to get him off of her, frustrated at the heaviness that was him against her small frame. She was stuck beneath him and she had lost. They both knew it. 

Her chest heaved and Erik found it difficult not to let his eyes fall to her full chest, the tops of her breasts on display for him. He had forgotten what it was like to have her beneath him. He knew he could never have her like this in the setting he wanted but he could reminisce.

“Say it or we ain’t movin’.”

“I yield,” she whispered through gritted teeth, Erik allowing her to sit up. 

He held out his hand to help her to her feet but like the sore loser she was, she swatted it away and stood up on her own. She stomped over to her bag and wiped the dripping sweat off of her in a fit of rage. How did she lose?

Because you’re weak when it comes to him. Always have been and always will be. 

She could not even look at him in her frustration at him and herself for this stupid position she put herself in. She supposed she just had not expected it to backfire so spectacularly. 

“That was fun. You were right… just needed a good incentive.” He threw her a teasing smile, which her deadpan face did not return. “See you for our walk tonight. I’ll let you know about dinner, just make sure to wear somethin’ black and gold,” he winked at her before grabbing his stuff and leaving the training center.

As she watched him retreat, Naja paced in circles on the training mat before letting out a loud frustrated groan. For good measure, she pulled out all of the knives in her vest one by one and aimed them at the door Erik just walked out of. Each one hit the same square inch of the door with precision right where his head had been only seconds earlier.  

“Should’ve been his fucking face,” she muttered to herself before grabbing her bag and stalking out of the center, her hands angrily ripping each knife out of the door before she left. 

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Erik could not help but check his beads and messages every five minutes. Tonight’s usual restlessness had turned to all-consuming anxiety as their usual meeting hour had passed without a call or message. He wondered if she was sulking as she had been all evening since their sparring match. She lost fair and square but he knew she would not be happy about it. But he had hoped she would come around by their late night walk.

He found that his few hours with Naja each day were the only things he looked forward to. There was still a coldness to her when they were around the entire family as if she was committed to the facade. But day by day, he got to see a bit of the old her until she realized and usually became cold again. However, he did not mind. He still had several weeks to fully peel back the curtain and he would take every minute he could. 

Maybe she is sleep. She actually needs it, unlike you. 

Erik only felt so bad about keeping her up at night. He knew her human non-enhanced body needed rest that his did not but he did not feel bad enough to cut their time together short. Deciding that he could not wait any longer and could just meet her in the gardens when and if she called, he decided to start his wandering journey without her. 

He pulled on his shoes and stepped out of his room, nodding at the Dora assigned to him. She waited for a moment, knowing he hated the shadows he was forced to keep with him. 

“Staying in the palace tonight,” he called over his shoulder, the woman’s shoulders easing a bit as she remained in her position. Even he had no interest in walking outside in one of Wakanda’s summer storms. He remembered those from when he was a kid, they were a force to be reckoned with. 

The storm immediately made him think of Naja, who was notoriously afraid of thunder and lightning. He wondered if she was still was. Though he imagined there was little she was afraid of these days.

His silent musings were cut short when a soft whimper filled his ears. He whipped his head around, glancing up and down the hall of rooms, his enhanced hearing straining to pick up on the sound again. 

When he heard it a second time, it was more pained, agonizing sadness that gripped his soul with incoherent mumblings he could not make sense of. But it was loud enough for him to know exactly who it was.  

“Naja.” 

His feet moved faster than light itself as he followed the pained sobs to her door. He did not think to knock or announce himself when he pushed inside to find her thrashing in her bed, her sheets tangled up in her limbs. Tears streamed down her face as she cried, he could see the small beads of tacky sweat that covered her. 

With only mere feet between them, he could finally hear her words, her soft apologies to someone who was not there. Select phrases hit his ears and felt like someone had stabbed him in the heart, her proclamations that something was her fault, her pleas for forgiveness. 

His eyes quickly scanned the papers and journals that were littered across her bed. Surveillance photos, maps, pictures of children, notes scribbled in her journal. None of it made sense to him without proper context but one thing he knew for certain: she was involved in far more than watching and observing. 

He sat down on the corner of her bed and gently touched her face, his palm cupping her cheek. His thumb whisked away her tears. At his touch, her body slowly settled, though her tears and mumbling pleas did not.

“Come back to me, Naja,” he whispered. His other hand rubbed her bare arm, hoping his touch would break through the barriers in her mind. “Wake up for me.” 

His instructions were low and his touch measured and gentle until he saw her eyes flutter open. 

“N-N’Jadaka?” She croaked as she blinked her eyes several times, adjusting to the darkness of her room. A loud crack of thunder caused her to jump slightly, Erik moving closer to her to rub her bare arms. She was shaking like a leaf. 

He was so concerned that he did not even get to revel in the fact that she used his real name for the fist time, the one she used to call him. 

“Hey, you’re ok. You’re ok. I just heard you havin’ a nightmare.” 

“J-just a nightmare… just a nightmare,” she muttered to herself as she forced her body into an upright position. Her eyes frantically surveyed her room as the realization that she was still in Wakanda hit her. Her eyes screwed shut, her arms wrapping around her knees as she repeated that refrain. “Just a nightmare.”

He was not sure what to make of the woman who sat in front of him now. She was such a juxtaposition to the hardened and cold spy who he had grown accustomed to since returning home. Since he saw her again, he felt like he was staring at her through a stained glass window. The other side peeked through ever so slightly but, for the most part, all he could see was the picture she wanted him to see and nothing more. But tonight? That stained glass window shattered and he could see her, the girl he fell madly in love with all those years ago. The girl who felt everything with her whole soul, loved so deeply for others, and lived in her vulnerability fully. 

Erik decided to make himself useful by pouring her a glass of water from the pitcher on her coffee table. However, she pushed it away when he tried to hand it to her, Naja suddenly overwhelmed by the shame that he, of all people, saw her in such a state. 

“I-I’m good,” she hastily wiped her tears.

Erik ignored her as he pushed the glass into her hand. It shook slightly so he wrapped his own hand around hers to ensure she did not spill it. 

“Drink.” She could tell his word was a command and not a suggestion, though the stubborn part of her wanted to remind him that he was in no position to give her orders.

He watched her intently as she took long sips, the tension in her frame easing every time she swallowed. 

“So you gonna tell me what that was about? And what all this is?” 

“Missing kids in the capital… stolen by the King and his soldiers but no one knows where they are or why. Two girls were taken earlier this evening. Every day I’m here, more of them go missing, more lives ruined and there’s nothing I can do.”

“The dream?” 

“I c-couldn’t sleep cause of the s-storm,” she gestured toward the window. “A-and finding out about the girls so I started pouring over my notes. Must’ve dozed off a-and… A-and I was back at my house there and I walked outside and… All their parents were outside, screaming a-and crying about how I couldn’t find them o-or save them. How no one cared about them. But I do… I c-care. I just… I pour over this mess every single night and I can’t…” she gestured at the mess on her bed. “I can’t figure it out. I can’t find them.” 

“Why you puttin’ that on yourself?” His thumb wiped one of her tears. 

“Because if I don’t… who will, Erik? I tried but I can’t… I can’t just watch and report. It’s not… it’s not me.” 

He shook his head. “I ain’t an idiot like T. I know you ain’t built for that watch dog shit. I am asking, why is it only on you to find them?”

She crossed her legs, tugging the blanket around her bare arms. She was not cold but something about the vulnerability made her shiver, shake. It also did not help that thunder and lightning raged outside. She hated storms, ever since she was a child. 

“Gotta find some way to earn some of my soul back,” she grimaced. She leaned back against the headboard. “I don’t regret it. I’d lead the same life over again if given the choice.” The conviction in her voice was resolute and unwavering. “Everything I’ve ever done was for our people and this country. But… It haunts me, all the suffering of this world that I ignored for years because it had nothing to do with the mission or serving Wakanda. These kids?” She picked up the stack of photos on the bed and handed them to him. “They aren’t Wakandan but does that mean their lives mean less? That they do not deserve our resources to find them? Save them? And if I can’t do it with all the resources and tech and everything we have that no one else on this planet does… what did I survive this long for then? I spent the better part of my life using those resources to take lives, I just want to spend whatever time I have left saving them.” 

Erik bowed his head. He understood the feeling, the ways in which the complex lives they chose haunted them day in and day out. But he had to learn how to make peace with it all. And she did too. 

“Naja… listen to me. Probably the last person you want advice from but I might be one of the only people ‘round here who get it. I killed a lot more people than you for a lot less righteous reasons. For revenge and to satisfy rage, not for country and all that shit. And I probably got more pleasure from it than you did. And that shit still haunts me too. I stayed here to save whatever pieces of my soul were left. I get it. But you… The girl I knew wanted to be a War Dog to help people and add to the world, not subtract from it. That girl ain’t dead. Maybe you just buried her beneath barriers to stop someone from ever hurtin’ you again. Because being a cold, unfeelin’ spy is less painful. Believe me, I tried that shit too. But our old selves always demand air eventually, Naja. And maybe this,” he took the photos out of her hand. “Is that air.” 

Fuck, I hate him, she though to herself. One thing that never changed about Erik was he knew exactly what to say, exactly what she needed to be whole again. This moment reminded her of the first time she and Erik slept together. They did not do anything but it was still the night she realized how utterly and insanely in love with him she was. It was a night not unlike this one, a summer storm keeping her up to the wee hours of the night. She had called him, expecting him to keep her company till she dozed off. But instead, he commandeered a jeep and was outside her window 20 minutes later. She buried herself in his chest while he offered her soothing words and stories until she fell asleep. 

He had always been her rock, her emotional constant when she was in pain. Part of her hated herself for still needing that from anyone, but particularly for craving it from him. 

“That girl’s gone, Erik,” she muttered, trying to regain some semblance of control in that moment. She could not remember the last time she was vulnerable with someone and she was not particularly interested in doing it now. “Time and life killed her. This is me now.” 

“If that girl was really gone, you would not be screamin’ yourself awake with nightmares over kids you don’t know. We can be as cold and unfeelin’ as we wanna be but who we were back then is  still there. And there’s nothin’ wrong with that. I thought the girl you were was pretty dope anyway,” he pushed her braids behind her shoulder with a smile. “I know you ain’t gonna go back to sleep so explain it to me.” 

She raised an eyebrow. “What?” 

“You ain’t goin’ back to sleep with all that outside.” The wind and thunder seemed to pick up on cue as he spoke. At her surprised expression he shrugged. “I remember everything about you.” 

Her voice hitched slightly as she studied him, she felt all of it. So much love and adoration in his eyes that clashed with everything he had once made her believe about herself. A voice in her mind cautioned her with loud echoing words. 

He doesn’t love you, he doesn’t care for you. He never did. 

But everything in the way he studied her, the way he touched her, the way he intimately remembered everything about her she desperately tried to forget signaled that he did. But she learned the hard way where trusting Erik got her: years of agony, pain, and guilt for choices his actions forced her to make that she did not know if she could ever forgive him for. She hated how he slowly chipped away at the villainous image she had created of him. It was easy to hate a villain, but whatever he was now? The duality of being both her villain and her savior? That was an emotional gray area that she had no interest in living in. 

“I’m not worth remembering or sticking around for, remember?” She responded, her only defense to protect herself was to hit low. Though her words did not have the sharpness she intended. Instead they just sounded how she felt when she heard them: heartbroken.

And the blow landed but Erik did not let it deter him. She deserved to land a cheap shot or two, he deserved it. “I can’t undo the past. But you can let me atone for it by helpin’ you out now. If the Nigandans are plannin’ somethin’, I should know about it.” He decided to omit the real reason why he also needed to know what the Royal Family was orchestrating. That reality was a long ways off. “Besides, another pair of eyes might be exactly what you need. Let me help you, Naja.” 

She did not want to say yes and give him more opportunities to get close to her. However, the lives of these children and families were more important than her pride, even she knew that.

“Fine. But this changes nothing between us,” she warned as she shifted the materials on her bed around so she could walk him through everything in order. 

“I’d expect nothing less,” he remarked. 

An hour passed by the time Naja finished reviewing all the materials and evidence with him. 

“So? What do you think?” 

He shook his head. “Defintiely somethin’s goin’ on. But to stop the peace talks or get Wakanda to intervene, you gotta have more than this. And that takes time.” 

She sighed, rubbing her forehead. “I know, I know. I just don’t know how much time these kids have.” 

Erik rubbed her knee, trails of fire and heat cascading up her body at his touch. She awkwardly shifted her leg out of the way to avoid his grasp. She refused to fall, not again.  

“I’m gonna help you. T got me working the peace talks on my end now. Maybe with your undercover work and my spot in the negotiations, we can piece it all together. And maybe, if I help you bring these kids home, we can at least be friends?” 

“Don’t hold your breath,” she muttered under her breath, which made Erik chuckle. 

“I won’t.” 

“But thank you. Seriously,” she squeezed his hand gently, a spark igniting between them before she tore it away. “Umm…I should try to go back to bed. Sorry for missing our meeting time tonight.” 

“All good. Night, Naja.” 

“Night, Erik.” 

Naja watched him start to head to the door, more loud cracks of thunder echoing around her. Something in her just broke, cracked her wide open and the girl she once was demanded air, freedom. And the only air she wanted was him. She knew it was a bad idea. It was the dumbest idea she had ever had. But she was about to make it. The night had stripped her bare, left her scared and boneless. And she was tired of dealing with all of that alone. 

“Erik!” She called after him as he opened her door. He stopped and turned to look at her, tears streaming down her face. “Stay.” 

That one word knocked the wind out of him. “Don’t think that’s a good idea, Naja.” He forced the words out, even though it was painful to do so. He wanted to stay, desperately so. But he knew she would hate herself and him in the morning if he did. 

“I don’t want… that,” she clarified, though that was a lie. She did want that, she wanted him to fuck her senseless so she forgot everything else. But she was strong enough to resist that. She was not strong enough to resist the part of her that just needed someone there. “I just… don’t want to be alone tonight. Please.”

That was all Erik needed to hear. He walked back over to her bed and slipped in beside her, his strong arms pulling her onto his chest. She curled up into his side and immediately relaxed, no longer jumping or tensing when loud thunder rolled through. They had done this countless times as teens and it felt just as easy and simple as it was back then. 

Even Erik felt at peace, his usual restlessness gone as they slept soundly in each other’s arms. 

When Naja woke up the next morning, she was shocked to find her body pressed against a hard chest. Before she could even open her eyes, the events of the night came back to her. 

What the fuck did you do? A voice accused her. 

She immediately extracted herself from Erik’s arms, causing him to shift and open his eyes. 

Awkward silence stretched between them as they stared at each other. Naja did not know what to say. One bad night and she had invited him into her bed? How sad, how cliche, how fucking stupid could she be? 

As if he could sense or see her internal downward spiral, Erik immediately climbed out of her bed and offered. “If you don’t want it to mean anythin’, then it doesn’t have to. Just a friend comforting a friend and I don’t plan on tellin’ anyone. We’re good, Naja.” 

Except… it did mean something. She could lie and say it didn’t but it did. It meant something that he came to her rescue, that he stayed even though she gave him no real reason to show her any kindness. It all meant something to her. As much as she did not want it to, it did. That rope that held her from falling into the sea of him? Well, it was so close to giving out and there was no materials to reinforce it. 

Last night was the safest she had felt in years… in the arms of the man she thought she hated most on this planet. Was she so prideful that she could reasonably ignore that? Erik said he wanted to prove that he changed… perhaps she should give him that chance. She was not betraying who she was now by doing so. She was honoring that some part of her, however small, still needed him in some way. And if 15 years of pretending that was not the case did not make the feeling go away, perhaps it was time to acknowledge that the feeling simply would never go away. 

“Thank you. See you at breakfast,” she whispered as she hugged her robe around her body. She felt exposed and not just physically. 

He nodded and started walking toward the door. However, before he could leave, she said, “For dinner… no where we went when we were together the first time.” 

He paused and glanced back at her. Naja took a tentative step toward him. 

“Every cell in my body is telling me not to do this. But… you said you’ve changed. So show me. But this is it… this dinner you fought for is it. The only chance you’ll get again to show me something different than the Erik who broke me. Don’t make me regret trusting you again.” 

“You won’t. And that’s a promise I can keep. See you at breakfast.

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A/N: Alright Naja is giving him a chance? Sort of? lol drop a comment and let me know what you thought and how you think their dinner is going to go! As always, thanks for reading!

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Hey again, thank you so much for the banana (haha) it was nice of you. And ever since we started talking about Wild and Sage, I couldn’t help but draw them. (Lowkey sorry, I couldn’t put much detail into them since I use a cheap app and it doesn’t like to do much, but I’m more of an traditional artist anyways, I’ll make a better one.) I want to join in on the “request train” but I’m not too creative with what I want like the others, but I’ll try.

So female reader had met both Wild and Sage but thought they were the same person. So she gets invited to their house and realizes.. twins… You can make it NSFW if you like, and you can use any kink that you would see fit… I’m not to good with kinks. But enjoy my drawing and have fun. 🍏

“Prepare for Trouble!”

“And make it Double~”

OMG THAT ART IS SO GOOD THE GERUDO FIT AHHAHHH NAD SAGE MY BELOVED LOOK AT HIM JUST WANNA MONCH ON HIS FACE softly and with love bc he deserves it.

So the way this is worded makes me think you wanted Poly, so I went with these two as poly. Even though they hate each other.

Remember. They are not in love with each other, as that is Linkcest and I Will Not write that, but they are in love with Reader. Thank you!

I love the team rocket bit, cracks me up-

I am monching my second apple and offer you 🍌 *to the Zelda tune when you find a chest* BA-NA-NA-NAAAAAAAA

I am so funny I swear

Yall can thank @fanfic-fairy-fountain bc that picture of Sage is absolutely SENDING ME- I cackle every time I think about it

Sage is TotK Link!

Smut so MDNI, 18+!

Smut CW: Double trouble, threesomes, AFAB reader!, they turn it into a competition.

A Tick

Could he honestly say that he was one hundred percent okay with the way things have played out?

...No.

He was still weighing his pros and cons actually. While he adored you and wanted to show you off to the world, he probably should've thought this through just a touch more.

But the fallen hero had a way of just getting under his skin. Like a tick. Staying there and eating away at him over and over again. It was infuriating. The competitive streak in him wouldn't let him just let this go. He had to prove to this...creature, to Wild, that he was better in every single way.

Every. Single. Way.

So he introduced you to him, against his better judgement. Just to rub it in his face. You were the light of his life and Wild deserved to know that Sage had won. Just this once he had beaten the odds, gave Hylia the middle finger, and had won you.

He did not account for Wild taking as great of an interest in you as he did.

Whenever Sage turned his back, there was that failure. He started off slow and timid, like prey poking at a snare trap, but soon grew cocky. What was once just handing you a single flower that they had found on the trail soon turned into Wild handing you a bouquet of flowers that he had obviously gone out of his way to get. What was once just offering you an apple or a handful of wild berries turned into hand-crafted snacks catered to your semi-specific tastes.

And thus the tick was back.

Only it had evolved. Feeding off of him and his actions, mannerisms tuning themselves to an echo of his own just to impress you. Which just would not stand.

You were his. Mind, body and soul, you belonged to Sage. You two had a house together, had talked about getting a pet, threw around the idea of marriage, had gotten as close as two individuals could get. He had felt the way your muscles moved under him as you clawed marks up and down his back. Had felt your teeth dig into his neck in a way to muffle your cries despite the fact that they were music to his ears. Had held you as your clenched and quivered around him, dripping onto his lap as your broke beneath his touch.

Sage just had to prove this to Wild.

Wild would never amount to what Sage was. Sage was just better. Faster, stronger, smarter, he had the failure beat in every way.

Including this way.

You were hanging onto his, arms locked around his neck, as your thighs shook from where he held them. He was standing, already nestled deep within you as he glowered down at Wild. Every second he wasted was another second you were left growing more and more nervous. You were already unsure about the idea, but agreed nonetheless. Because you were oh-so benevolent and oh-so kind. Perfect in every way.

Still, you pushed you face further into his neck, panting heavily against his ear. Your fingers clenched into fists against his neck before they released, knotting themselves in his hair. He could hear your silent plea all too clearly.

"Hurry up." He snapped, watching Wild flinch. What the hold up was, he had no idea. Wild just needed to get the fuck over it. "Hesitate any longer and I won't need to worry about showing you up."

Wild bristled, but remained silent for a second, coating his shaft in a clear oil before stepping behind you. His hands hesitated before landing on your hips. He stepped closer, fiddling with something Sage couldn't see before you were gasping. Your grip tightened and he immediately hushed you, cooing soft nothings into your ear.

People called him an asshole, a heartless lunatic, maybe even a rat bastard, which was probably all true, but he would be damned before he treated you as anything other than the divinity you were.

"Keep breathing, sun flower. You're doing so well." Sage hummed, rubbing his thumb up and down your thigh. Your entire body clenched, making him suck in a breath, before you were relaxing and Wild was lowly groaning behind you.

It was an uncomfortable feeling, feeling Wild so close-- something he never thought he'd have to put up with-- but he had a point to prove.

Sage was the first to move, gently pulling out and making both you and the Tick hiss before he was pushing back in. His whispers never stopped as he spilt praise after sweet praise, all for you.

"You're doing so well, my light. Taking us both like this? Truly impressive."

"Goddess-" Wild cursed, head falling to your shoulder as his bangs fell in front of his face.

He made it too easy sometimes. Sage smirked. "Gonna burst already, road rash?"

The nickname made the other growl under his breath, lip lifting in a snarl. "You wish, No-name."

Sage's movements went from a slow and languid pace to his hips suddenly snapping against yours. Your entire body jolted as you cried out, pulling at his hair. He gently cooed at you once more. "I'm sorry, I know. I'm sorry, princess." His attention turned to the other. "I can tell just by the look on your virgin face that you're practically bursting at the seams."

"Ha-ah-" Wild quivered behind you, knuckles turning white against your hips as he moved back an inch. "'doing just fine."

"Sure, you are." His rhythmic tempo picked up once more, only tempered by Wild slowly gaining confidence with his own thrusts. "Take one of her legs."

Wild did as told, freeing one of Sage's hands so it could move to thumb at your clit. You squeezed around them once more, making both males freeze as low groans growled out of their throats.

While he wanted to prove Wild wrong, so fucking badly, you came first. Your pleasure came before either of theirs. You were his goddess, and Sage made sure Wild understood that before letting him anywhere near you.

One look over your shoulder told Sage all he needed to know about the matter and where the Tick stood on it. His eyes blazed with a familiar lust, but not one driven by the want to see how far he could push. No, this was a need to feel you cry around him, coming undone as nothing but pleasure ran like fire in your veins.

For a parasite, Wild was a quick learner. Not as fast as he was, but fast enough, as his other hand took your other thigh from Sage, freeing both of his hands.

Sage knew your body, and he knew it well. He was able to play you like a fiddle and make you sing for him, doubly so now that you couldn't close your legs to keep him out.

Sage would never like Wild. Of this he was certain. However, there was a certain amount of respect he could lend to someone just as dedicated to treating you like the Goddess you were.

Just as long as he understood who had the upper hand.

And it wasn't a measly little tick.

[charliesgoodboy]

2007-2008 B. KAULITZ🎧

kissin' and hope they caught us (ah)

whether they like or not (not)

i wanna show you off(off)

i wanna show you off(off)

i wanna brag about it(yeah)

i wanna tie the knot(knot)

i wanna show you off(off)

i wanna show you off(off)

song: . . .ılı AGORA HILLS doja cat

TW: male leaning reader(fem still welcome), make out sessions(public), stalking(it's paparazzi bro), bill got mad anxiety, i made a mad cringey poem no one asked for

bill kaulitz who'd love being with you, always. he loved your touch, your voice, your body, your eyes, your smile, everything about you he was going insane. he could talk about you for hours if anyone would listen. he would love to go back to the time the two of you were only friends just so he could confess to you again and feel how much his heart was beating due to the words trembling out he could barely make up a sentence.

bill kaulitz who loved going places with you when he could. your fingers clasped in with his as the two of you would walk together the sun warm on the both of you. taking him to a candy shop was all you could do to make him have heart eyes for you. and letters, he might as well just pass away. looking at your hand writing along the paper a few hearts and small drawings on the side of the paper with your name signed at the bottom. "bill kaulitz, loving you has made my chest feel heavy and full. it's as if i can't even call it my own." he loved reading lines like those they stood out more than all of the other words that were written. he'd save them all no matter how old they were it didn't matter to him.

bill kaulitz who would walk out of a place at night with you. small alley way at the side of the building, the two of you being touchy with each other as your lips would touch softly together, a taste of fruit from your mouth as you'd drunken a little more than him but you weren't really that drunk, being clearly aware of what you were doing. his hands would be at your back jean pockets, his fingers moving away from them to feel other parts of your body being morally your waist. the feeling of your own hands on his face made him feel safe and light. they were so gentle and the moment felt like a movie to him believe it or not. but the moment would end seeing a flash at the corner of his eye and hearing the patter of feet.

bill kaulitz whose leg would bounce up and down on the surface of the hotels floor, not really listening to you as you spoke to him trying to make him feel at least a little bit better. "bill, there isn't anything to worry about i promise you." "but you don't know that! sure we just got back but the photo could already be out by now!" he liked yelling but not at you, you weren't effected and you weren't going to turn this into an argument you weren't naive. your hand would be warm on his knee, letting himself rant about how his career would be over due to crazy people. i mean someone snuck a few whole stories into his bands room he was terrified. but for you, of course still worried you thought it would be a dream to see you and bill kissing on the cover of magazines and the top lines of websites. why not have a little fun?

[mrs-hilmarson]

A Dream Between Us Part 1

Pairing: Miranda Hilmarson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: Mentions of Murder

A/N: Hope you enjoy a love story, murder hybrid! I plan on finishing the Teacher's Assistant if this goes well. Hope you like this in the meantime!

The room was quiet, sunshine peeking over the horizon as it was starting to spill through the window and onto the linoleum floors. However, your gaze was fixed on the woman beside you on the hospital couch sleeping peacefully. You loved her more than you could describe and somehow within a moment, it grew exponentially. Just then, that little 'moment' began to stir beside you. You reached over into the cot and retrieved the tiny infant that was somewhere in between sleep and waking. Her perfect little face scrunched up in displeasure and she wined out. You shushed her gently and brought her closer to you.

"Shh little love. We don't want to wake Mommy up. She hasn't slept in days," you whispered.

There were a few upset grunts, but after a moment of being held, your daughter calmed down and was content just laying in your arms. Her eyes looked deeply into yours. You knew she really couldn't see anything quite yet, but it still made your heart flutter. When she looked at you, all you saw was Miranda. Her eyes were the same shape and color blue and it was just the same stare that Miranda gave you so often, full of adoration. Both of them loved you and you saw it in their eyes.

Miranda softly snored on the couch, drawing out a silent giggle from you. The baby hiccuped and you caressed her cheek. Here you were, living the dream you and Miranda dreamed up all those years ago and you felt tears come to your eyes. You stared at Miranda's sleeping form and let the few tears fall quickly before turning back and smiling down at your daughter.

"You are such a crazy miracle, did you know that?" you whispered, drinking in her presence.

The baby wiggled around in your arms almost as if she was responding. You chuckled again, switching her to a position where her head lay in your hands, bringing her close to your face. You kissed her forehead and met her eyes once more. That Miranda gaze.

"While we wait for Mommy to wake up, would you like to hear a story? It is my favorite in the whole wide world."

The baby hiccupped again and you smiled, laying back and bringing her to rest on your legs instead. You closed your eyes for a moment, remembering.

You opened your eyes and took a deep breath, staring down in the mirror at the back of your locker. There were other constables in the room but their voices were muffled and you felt almost as if you were underwater. The stress of a new job was not kind to your anxiety and you were clenching your fists to keep your hands from shaking.

Fresh from the police academy, you were the newest rookie in the department and felt small. Each day felt hard on you. You weren't sure what possessed you to become a constable, but it had always been one of your dreams and you finally were able to realize that, even if now you were filled with a bit of regret.

There was snickering that came from the other side of the room, pulling you up from the water of your thoughts. You looked and saw a few of the men gathered in the corner of the locker room, staring at you, smiles on their faces. You remained silent and their giggling picked back up again. One leaned forward.

"How are you doing Y/N? Still wanna be with the big boys? You are a delicate little thing," he said with a gross smile on his face. You gritted your teeth and swallowed, unsure of how to respond.

"Leave her alone, idiots."

You turned to look at the doorway and were suddenly even more intimidated. There stood the most beautiful blonde constable, towering over everything. Miranda Hilmarson.You're heart beat heavily in your chest, the mere presence of her excited you every time you saw her. You wish you could say it was because she was your hero, but you knew it wasn't that. 

"You're such a killjoy, Hilmarson," the male constable griped. They all seemed to grumble as they got up and went to the doorway, pushing into Miranda and knocking her around as they left.

You could tell it bothered her but she said nothing. You knew she wasn't popular around the station, mostly with the men. You continued to look at her, silently. She cocked an eyebrow and you suddenly realized you were staring at her. You quickly averted your gaze as your face flushed bright red. There was a bit of an awkward silence before Constable Hilmarson spoke again.

"I need you to follow me. Adrian is sending you on a case with me and Detective Griffin," she said.

You nodded wordlessly and walked closer to the blonde, but she did not move from the doorway. You looked up at her, your head tilted back. She looked at you with those piercing cool blue eyes, never breaking her gaze. You felt bare before her and something in your chest sparked. Your breath hitched and right before you could say anything, she smiled and turned around, and walked through the door.

You stood dumbfounded for a moment before running to catch up with her. She must have heard the pittering of your feet because she stopped and turned, waiting for you. 

"Thank you, Miranda, for earlier, I appreciate it," you said, huffing as you caught up with her. She nodded and began walking again. You exited out of a door and into a parking garage.

"No problem Y/N," she said. She was walking noticeably slower now.

"How do you know my name?" You wondered out loud.  You had never told her your name. Miranda chuckled.

"They told me your name when they asked me to go find the rookie. You weren't hard to spot. Plus you have been working here a few months now and I wondered who you were," she said, a genuine smile on her face.

Once again your face heated up, only embarrassing you further. You didn't notice but Miranda's eyes lingered on your face, silently taking you in and finding herself glad to be in your presence. She knew it may have just been the joy of no longer being the rookie, but she was enjoying having you around so far.

You walked through the parking garage the rest of the way without another word, trying to regain your composure and find the confidant and authoritative appearance that cops were supposed to have. You walked with your head forward, the sound of shoes on concrete being the only noise between you two. But as hard as you tried, you could not help but steal little glances at Miranda. You wished she would begin talking again, wanting to hear more from her, but the most you got was a meeting of eyes during one of your sneaky glances at the woman. From then on you really did keep your gaze forward. But she didn't.

Robin was waiting for you in the car, already ready to go. Miranda opened the back seat door for you and you got in, surprised as Miranda got in beside you. Robin was also surprised, a curious look filling the rearview mirror.

"Miranda, what are you doing?"

"I'm sitting in the car," she replied. You wondered if her answer was genuine or sarcastic. Robin rolled her eyes regardless.

"Yes but why are you sitting back there?" She asked a bit more annoyed than before.

"To explain the details to the rookie," she said.

"You can call me Y/N," you told them both, not loving the title of rookie.

"You can explain things to the rookie from up here. Now get up here."

Miranda looked over at you, pausing for a moment before sighing and opening the door back up to get into the passenger's seat. Now you really felt like a rookie.

The explanation of the case was quick as the drive to the crime scene was short. There had been a string of murders along the coast in the last three months. Some man walking his dog on the beach came across another body laying on the sand early this morning and Detective Griffin and Constable Hilmarson had been called in due to the fact they were the ones investigating all the homicides.

"Do you think it's that missing jogger last seen on the Sydney Harbor Bridge?" Miranda asked. You watched as Robin sighed.

"You know I don't like to assume things-"

"But if you had to do you think it is?"

"Yes Miranda, I have a suspicion it is."

Miranda sat back, pleased with herself. A little smile crept onto her face and something about her little grin caused a giggle to bubble up inside you and you couldn't stop it. Robin shot you a look in the mirror though which immediately sucked all the humor from your body. You dropped your eyes down and towards Miranda. There you saw a sweet smile on her face rather than a mischievous one and you relaxed a bit.

You walked through the sand towards the crime scene tape. This would be your first time seeing a body in person. You had seen crime scene photos in the academy and they never bothered you, but you knew this was going to be different. You didn't want to react negatively in any way. You wanted to impress Miranda. And Robin, you told yourself. 

"Do we have an ID?" Robin asked as she flashed her badge and the officers on site lifted the tape to let you all into the area. 

"You know we have to do DNA, but it is the same description of clothing as Katie Long," one of them said. 

With that, they pulled back the tarp to reveal the woman underneath. She had been posed to look almost as if she was just laying asleep on the sand. Her clothes were bloodied and dirty, but there was no evidence of trauma aside from a minor bruise around her neck. 

"Decomp isn't too terrible, she must have died recently," Robin inquired, getting closer to the woman. 

"That or she has been preserved. She has been missing for weeks," the male officer chimed in. 

"I would go more with the theory that she has died recently. She's malnourished, and according to her husband, she was very healthy and fit. More than likely she was held somewhere for those weeks she was missing and based on rigor mortis of the body, has died within the last 24 hours," you said.

Everyone turned to look at you. You swallowed, attention suddenly on you and you were unsure if it was positive or not. The male officer looked like it was probably negative. 

"Looks like we have a future detective on the force," she chimed. You smiled and relaxed for a moment. You wanted to be a detective eventually so hearing those words from Miranda filled your chest with a pride you couldn't quite describe. 

"Good job Rookie," Robin said, nodding her head towards you in approval. The male officer rolled his eyes.

"We can't just assume that. We have to do an autopsy and wait-"

"And we will. It's just a suspicion that the rookie has," Robin said, cutting him off.

"Y/N, my name is Y/N."

No one listened. 

"Have you taken pictures yet?" Robin was very in her element and knew just what to do. She looked up at the male officer who hovered over you now.

"Yes."

"Did you find it?" she asked now, putting on gloves.

"Find what?" you asked.

Miranda quickly answered, pleased to be able to fill you in. 

"The blue card the killer always leaves behind with the body. We didn't release that information to the public, but it's been there every time it's been one of their killings," she said. 

You knew there was some information not released to the public and you could see why that wasn't. If someone is interviewed and knows about that, then they caught their killer. Robin began turning the body, struggling a bit with the stiffness of the body. She looked underneath and shook the clothing but there was nothing. 

"Maybe it isn't the same guy?" the other constable asked.

Just then a tiny fleck of blue caught your eye. 

"It's there. In the armpit."

Robin struggled a bit but managed to pull out the card in one piece. It was bright blue and small like a business card, but it was blank except for one line.

See you next time

Miranda surprised you by clapping you on the back, a smile that almost seemed genuinely impressed on her face.

"Good job Y/N," she said. You blushed at the mention of your name. It sounded so sweet coming from her. You noticed her hand lingered for a moment before dropping back down at her side. 

Robin placed the note in a plastic baggy and sealed it. 

"Let's get this back to the station. Bag the body and get it to autopsy as soon as possible," she said removing her gloves and standing up. She began walking back towards the car without another word. You went to follow her but Miranda grabbed your wrist and you felt like lightening had struck your body. She turned you around to face her.

"I wanted to ask you before we got back to that car, but I was wondering if maybe you'd like to grab a drink tonight after work? All I know about you is your name and that you're a good cop."

You had to press your lips together to hide the wide grin of excitement that threatened to spill onto your face. You didn't think about it before nodding.

"I'd love that. I want to befriend the great Hilmarson," you said, suddenly confidant. Miranda led you a few steps before dropping your wrist again.

"Do people call me that?" she asked, curiosity in her voice. You paused, the embarssament creeping back into you.

"No, It was just me," you said. Your face flushed so hard you know she saw it. She laughed this beautiful hardy laugh and you swore you had never heard anything like it in your entire life. 

You both got in the car, you in the back seat and her in the front. They discussed the case all the way back to the station, but you heard none of it. All you could hear was the thudding of your own heart and the great Hilmarson asking you to spend time with her playing on repeat in your head. 

[affiesque]

So Ai Di x Chen Yi has essentially taken over my brain, which led to a late-night writing session that resulted in this little thing. Note that it’s really just PWP and definitely NSFW. If that’s your thing, please enjoy! 🖤

Once again Ai Di found himself in Chen Yi’s room, his bed. Weeks of push and pull, teasing and understanding led him back - this time both of them sober and mostly clear-eyed. Things are quiet, probably too quiet - the eye of the storm, no doubt - with no one injured, no one missing, no one beating down the doors, at least not today. Ai Di has noticed something different in Chen Yi’s expressions of late, something hard and gentle at the same time - sure, there’s that same desire, the look that says he might devour Ai Di entirely if given the chance. But there’s something else lurking underneath, and Ai Di wants nothing more than to tear it out of Chen Yi and pull it apart and get his hands dirty with the feeling of it, the promise of what it might be.

Right now, though, Chen Yi’s hands are in his hair and anything he might want to say is swallowed up by Chen Yi’s teeth tugging at his lips. Ai Di melts into the kiss, sliding their tongues together and pressing himself against Chen Yi so hard he almost feels like he could disappear. They stay like this for a long while, Ai Di breathing in the heady scent of Chen Yi, the deep woodsy smell of his cologne and something darker underneath, tasting each others mouths until Ai Di can’t bear it any longer and starts tearing at their clothes. Ai Di pushes Chen Yi onto his back, peppering his jaw with kisses, then moving down to nip and suck at the sensitive skin of his neck, drawing out tiny sounds of pleasure. Ai Di continues lower, his hands roaming freely over Chen Yi’s naked body, enjoying the tremors under his fingers when he hits a particularly sensitive spot. He’s so absorbed in his explorations that he’s caught off guard when Chen Yi grabs him by the waist and tosses him on his back, letting out a huff of indignation that Chen Yi just laughs at.

Chen Yi leans in to offer a kiss of apology, then trails his lips up to Ai Di’s ear and whispers oh so softly, “Wanna taste you.” Ai Di hums in appreciation as Chen Yi takes him in his mouth, carefully at first and then with more and more insistence, sucking him in deeper and deeper until Ai Di’s hips start lifting off the bed of their own accord, his dick slamming against the back of Chen Yi’s throat. Another minute of this and Ai Di knows he won’t last much longer. As if reading his mind, in one fluid motion Chen Yi pulls off his cock and flips him onto his stomach.

“Fuck, Chen Yi!”

Ai Di is turned on and pissed off at the same time as he feels the full weight of Chen Yi on his back, the insistent press of his hard-on against his ass. Before Ai Di can do anything about it, Chen Yi is back at his ear, his voice pitched even lower this time, dripping with intention: “Wanna taste all of you.” The sound that escapes Ai Di’s lips is one that only dogs can hear, and before his brain can fully catch up to what’s happening, Chen Yi has buried himself face-first in Ai Di’s ass, tongue lapping and pressing insistently at his entrance. It doesn’t take long until Ai Di’s legs are shaking and he’s reduced to humping the bed, trying to get any friction he can for his aching dick. He vaguely wonders where the hell Chen Yi learned to do this, a tiny flare of jealousy that he might have been doing this with someone else while Ai Di was gone those four years erupting, only to be pushed aside by the overwhelming sensations radiating from the core of his body.

“Please, Chen Yi - I need you - ah, please, just fuck me already,” Ai Di stutters out, craning his neck to see Chen Yi pull back with a triumphant smile.

“Such an eager boy,” Chen Yi teases, pressing tender kisses to Ai Di’s spine.

Ai Di buries his face in the pillow beneath him, listening to the sounds of Chen Yi slicking up his fingers, barely able to contain himself as Chen Yi works him open slowly but intently. By the time Chen Yi gets a third finger inside of him, Ai Di’s head is swimming and his breath is coming in short, hard bursts. Another flip onto his back and suddenly Chen Yi is above him, inside him, overwhelming him. They cling to each other, Chen Yi’s hips snapping into Ai Di at a steady pace, his head tucked into Ai Di’s shoulder. Ai Di moans Chen Yi’s name again and again, then pulls him back by the hair to press a brutal kiss to his lips. When Chen Yi finally breaks away his eyes stay locked on Ai Di’s face, and when he speaks his voice is filled with emotion: “Tell me you’re mine, Ai Di. Tell me.”

“I’m yours, Chen Yi, I’m yours.” Ai Di whispers it like a holy mantra, tears pricking the edges of his vision. Chen Yi’s eyes flutter closed and he lets out what sounds to Ai Di’s ears like a sigh of relief. But all of a sudden Ai Di feels that ugly flare of envy arise in him again, thoughts of Chen Yi’s desperate crush on their boss rushing to the front of his mind. He needs to know once and for all that Chen Yi only has eyes for him, needs to have the wildfires of his jealousy extinguished for good.

“Tell me you’re mine, Chen Yi - I want to hear you say it.” Ai Di’s hands travel up to caress Chen Yi’s neck. When he presses experimentally, Chen Yi’s eyes fly open, dark as obsidian.

“I’m yours Ai Di,” he gasps, leaning into the pressure. Ai Di tightens his grip just a bit more.

“And no one else’s,” Ai Di demands.

“And no one else’s,” Chen Yi repeats. Ai Di releases his neck, his hands caressing Chen Yi’s face as Chen Yi begins to pick up the pace even more, his cock finally reaching the spot that makes Ai Di arch up off the mattress, a loud moan escaping him. He can feel his orgasm building, and before long he’s coming untouched, spilling all over his stomach. Chen Yi follows soon after, filling Ai Di and collapsing into his arms. Ai Di sighs happily, running his fingers through Chen Yi’s hair, scratching a soothing rhythm into his scalp. A minute of comfortable silence passes, after which Ai Di feels a strange hitching of breath coming from Chen Yi. He pushes himself up a bit, forcing Chen Yi to lift his head, and can’t understand why he’s seeing tears staining Chen Yi’s face.

“Hey, hey - what’s this?” he asks, concern evident in his voice, but Chen Yi can only shake his head. Ai Di gently shifts them around so he can better tuck Chen Yi into his arms, comforting him as he cries.

Eventually Chen Yi looks up at him, choking out the words: “Please - please just promise you’ll never leave me again.”

Ai Di lets out a deep breath and pulls him closer, thumbs brushing away his tears. “I’m not going anywhere, Chen Yi. I’m yours - I’m yours.”

[miyuhpapayuh]

fourteen

Back in front of the blank canvas, she deeply sighs.

What to paint?

She'd been sitting here for the last hour, wondering the same thing.

Flowers were always a favorite, but she was in the mood to try her hand at something else.

Maybe someone else.

Dipping her paintbrush into the deep brown paint, she sighed again and let her mind wander, while letting it dance across the canvas.

Halfway through, she pulls back and smiles at the outcome, feeling more smitten than she ever has before.

Turning the music up just a bit louder, she continues on, filling the blank space with her newest subject.

Once she was done, she sat and marveled at her work, placing her fingers over the fine detailing and smiling to herself.

Oh, Leon.

She'd painted him in five different ways, each one more strikingly beautiful than the last.

Never had she sat and painted a man in such vivid hues of brown, blue and orange. With such emotion, such thought.

“Wow,” seemed to be her favorite word to describe moments that involved him. This one was no different.

She loved Leon. She was in love with him. No doubt.

He was just as in love with her, if not more.

She clouded his mind just as much. So much, she was his permanent muse for every piece of poetry he'd written over the last month.

Her hair.

Her smile.

Her scent.

Her eyes.

Big and brown,

Full of wonder,

Of love,

Of life!

Her wit,

Her charm,

Her spice,

Her warmth.

All wrapped in mocha,

Kissed by a thousand suns.

Curves that would make a blind man crash.

A sharp tongue that would make the most confident man crumble.

A heart of gold.

Skin made of silk.

A goddess, for real.

Meeting each other back in her love lair, the pair exchange their heartfelt gifts, neither of them ready for how it tugs on their hearts.

“You wrote me a poem??” She gushes, holding the orange envelope to her chest. Her twinkling eyes made him smile extra big.

“I did! You painted something for me??” He asks, staring down at the board, neatly wrapped in deep green paper.

“I did! You wanna open yours first?” She excitedly asks, making him tear right into it.

His surprised gasp, coupled with his shocked expression, does her in. She was hoping to god that he liked it, at least.

“Zora.. wow, this is so… wow!” He stares at the canvas, struggling to find the words that express how breathtaking it is.

“Do you like it?” She asks, shifting her weight.

“I love it, mama. Absolutely. I— I've never been painted before. I don't think anyone's ever even sketched my face! It's so detailed and wow.” He repeats, making her blush.

“I told you, you're my prettiest subject,” she smiles, “I've got a whole sketchbook full of your face.”

The way he looked at her could've melted her right into the ground.

“Read your poem, sweet stuff.”

“Okay,” she says, her voice coming out small.

Pulling the paper out, her eyes linger on every word, her heart beating double-time at his sweet, sweet words.

“Ohh, you just love to make me cry!” She laughs through her small tears, wiping them away with the back of her hand.

“You like it??”

“Hell yeah, boy! This is so sweet! I love the way you talk about me.”

“Like I can talk about anything else,” he says with a shake of his head. “You cloud my brain, woman. I wrote like five different poems about you.”

“Like you're any better! Got me drawing and painting you.” She stares at him wide-eyed.

“You're so talented, baby.” He coos, pulling her into his arms finally, wrapping her up in his warmth, while he feeds on hers.

“So are you, handsome.” She rubs the back of his head, kissing his forehead as he hugs her tightly to him.

“Our anniversary is in a couple days.”

“I know! Six months!” She gushes.

“It's crazy how time flies, huh?”

“Well, when you're having so much fun, it does tend to slip on by.”

“I made reservations, but I cannot tell you where. It's a surprise.” He says, snickering at the look on her face.

“We gettin’ all gussied up?!”

“Hell yeah, baby! Pull out your best dress and we gon paint the town orange.”

“Aw, you are so cute!,” she frowns, pecking his awaiting lips a thousand times.

“I know, lucky me.” He bashfully smiles, hugging her waist tighter.

“Now I'm gonna stress until Friday, tryna figure out what to wear!”

With the chilly air that late October brings hanging in the air, Zora was contemplating on 86’ing the dress idea altogether for something more practical, knowing how much she despises the cold.

“I have faith that we'll be able to pull something together.”

“Yeah, I probably won't be wearing a dress, though. It's a lil too cold for that.” She laughs.

“Yeah, I didn't even think about that,” he chuckles, "I just know that's your go-to. But, I know you're gonna look absolutely stunning! That's a given.”

“If it's possible, I love you even more.”

“Ah, my heart grows ten sizes with every glance your way. Every word you say,” he presses another kiss to her lips, dipping her back into her heap of pillows.

“Such a way with words,” she giggles, halting the wandering hand before it reaches the hem of her t-shirt.

“It's not over yet,” she mumbles, matching the frown he sported.

After summer ended, so did their free time. They were lucky if they got to see each other on the weekends, due to preparation for the holiday season.

The warehouse Leon worked at seemed to have a million pre orders for a variety of the new gift items they advertise, keeping him at work almost overnight, sometimes.

The pub had been jumping still with all the changes Linda made, including a complete renovation of the restaurant, which included an actual dance floor, an ole-timey jukebox, and a larger dining area and bar once she knocked out a wall.

Zora had started pulling longer hours, while Linda was in the process of expanding their team, which she didn't mind, but she'd never been so tired in her life.

At the end of days like that, the pair were lucky if they hit their own beds correctly, before having to jump right back out of them the next day.

And with their impending anniversary right around the corner, on top of it being the first one they were gonna go all out for, Mother Nature paying her a visit couldn't have come at a better time. 

But she was on her way out the door!

“I know,” she laughs, “that's how I feel, too! I'll be clear in like a day or so, though.”

Moving his hand back to her knee, he smirks. “Just in time for the festivities, huh?”

“Yeah, I may have an extra surprise for you, too.” She bats her lashes at him.

“Oh?”

“Maybe,” she smirks. “Maybe not.”

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Friday dragged its feet and the couple's nerves along the way, knowing they were ready to detach themselves from their jobs without thought.

As if teleporting to her apartment, he opens the unlocked door like she requested through text, immediately getting an earful from him as he heads down the hall.

“Now, Zora, you know how I feel about unlocked doors.”

“Leon, you were like five seconds away. Nobody was gonna get me.” She says, staring at him through her vanity mirror while she applies her lip gloss.

“Still. I've got a key for a reason. Let me use it.” He says, before leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead, running his hand over her freshly pressed and still billowy hair.

“You look beautiful, as always. I like your hair.” 

“Thank you! I rarely wear it like this ‘cause it's so hard to keep up with, but I was missing it and it's a special occasion, and this qualifies as my something different.”

“Checked it off your own list?”

“Yeah, why not!”

“Why not.” He smiles, agreeing with her.

She smiles back, before standing to her feet to face him, both of them cracking up at the 360 they give each other.

“See? I had faith in you and you did it, Jean.” He pokes, twirling her around. “You look damn good, baby.”

A cropped white top and high-waisted, wide-leg distressed jeans was a pretty basic outfit, which is why god invented cardigans. An orange and pink one did just the job at setting her outfit off.

“I didn't find it until last night, don't be too proud.” She sighs.

“Woman, please. Point still stands, you put it together like only you can.” He flirts, wrapping an arm around her waist, their faces just a few inches apart as they gaze at each other.

“Every chance you get, for real.” She pokes back, making him suck his teeth, planting a kiss on her lips still.

“You already know it, sweet stuff.”

Taking a step away, she looks at him again. An orange beanie pulled over his low-cut and his beard was full and shiny, begging her nails to play with it, which she’d definitely ended up doing.

His green leather jacket, black sweater and jeans combo was doing so many things to her, as was the heavenly scent wafting off of him.

Vanilla? Bergamot??

“Whatever you're wearing, always keep a bottle near.” She speaks, earning a smirk from him.

“Yes ma'am.”

“You look so good, baby.” She compliments, moving back into his hold.

“Thank you, mama.”

“Mhm, and thank you for six bouquets of poppies! That was the cutest thing ever.”

“Anything for you,” he kisses her again, before looking at his watch. Right on time.

“You ready to go?”

“Absolutely.”

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The Petal Café was one of the newest, fanciest restaurants in town and Leon made quick with getting reservations, thankfully bypassing the huge waiting list.

“This place is so beautiful!” Zora squealed for the millionth time, making him laugh and squeeze her hand from across the table.

“I'm glad we made it, cause that waiting list is a year out, now.” He says with a shake of his head.

“What?? That is wild! Let's hope the food lives up to its hype!”

“I know, right. Everything looks really good, though.”

The waiter comes over and sits their drinks down, before taking their food orders and leaving them alone again.

“I'm certain we said it already, but happy anniversary, doll face.” He says, going back to squeezing her hands.

“Happy anniversary, baby. Best six months I’ve ever spent with anyone.”

“Same here, you’re one of my best friends.”

“Really??” She asks, squeezing his hands back now.

“Absolutely! It’s been an absolute dream getting to know the world is you, and to experience life with you is just as dreamy.”

She was thankful that she went light on her makeup, cause she knew it would’ve been ruined with him and sweet words.

“Oh, Leon,” she frowns, “you're the epitome of a dreamboat. When I say I love you, I really mean it. I don't think I can say it enough.. but thank you for showing me what actual love feels like,” her voice cracks near the end of her sentence.

A soft smile covers his lips, as he's keeping his own tears back.

“It's my pleasure showing you what you deserve, Jean. That'll never end.”

Knowing she was gonna cry, she beckoned him to her with her pointer finger, pressing her lips to his, giggling against them as her tears fell down her cheeks.

Pulling away to cup her face in one hand and wipe her tears with the other, he laughs as she reaches up to wipe his own tears away.

“Nique was right, we are sappy.” He points out, making her shake her head.

“Don't let her hear you say that, we'll never live it down!” She exclaims, making them fall into a small laughing fit.

“I love you, Jean.”

“I love you too, Avery.”

After indulging in the well worth it cuisine, the pair move their party to the expansive bar, which happens to sit right beside a huge flower garden, a few orange and yellow roses sitting the closest to them.

“How'd you know about this place?” Zora asks, sipping her rum.

“Eryn told me about it, actually. Saw an ad about them opening a location here and gave me the details. As soon as I heard the name, I knew we had to come here.”

“Aw, you know me so well!”

“I better, ‘fore somebody try and take my job.” He cracks, making her laugh and lean into him.

Any opportunity to wrap his arm back around her, he'd take it. Pressing another kiss to her face, he goes back to sipping his own glass of rum.

“Nobody could ever do such a thing, baby.”

“Touché, sweet stuff. Nobody holds a candle to you.”

Two more drinks and it was time for them to move their party back to the privacy of her apartment.

As if teleporting back to her front door, Zora pulls Leon inside and sits him down on her bed, before disappearing into her bathroom.

“I'll be right back!”

“Whatchu hidin’, baby?” He slurs, a wicked smirk crossing his face at the thought of what it just might be.

“A surprise!” She giggles from inside the bathroom, making sure everything was sitting the way she needed it to— not that she'd have it on long, anyway. But still.

Slipping out into the hallway, she pulls her hair up into a sloppy bun before strutting back into her room, where he sat with his jaw in his lap.

The jade hued lace teddy hugged her figure like a second skin, holding up and framing her voluptuous body in the best way possible.

“Wow.” His eyes traveled up and down her frame, as if he was savoring this moment.

Here she was, standing in front of him in his favorite color, and all he wanted to do was rip it off and take her in every way possible.

“I take it that you like it?” She speaks, pulling him out of his trance, his gaze now on her face.

“You look absolutely breathtaking, girl. I love it.” He responds, reaching out for her hand and pulling her to stand in between his spread legs.

His strategically placed kisses made her giggle and softly push his face away.

Sticking his tongue down her throat, he pulls her flush against him, groping her fat ass with his big hands. Her left leg finds its way over his right one, soon straddling him altogether.

Licking a trail from the corner of his mouth to the sweet spot on his neck, her fingers work to remove his jacket, dying to have full access to his broadness.

Next to go was the sweater, ultimately making her lose her mind. He'd been hitting the gym pretty hard and boy was it doing him some good.

“So damn fine,” she moans, pushing him back onto the soft bed, reaching underneath herself to undo his belt buckle, biting his earlobe as she slides a hand inside his pants.

He grunts in response, assisting her in pulling his clothes away until he's in nothing but a pair of briefs that were already being tugged on.

Pulling them away, she swings over his lap backwards, now facing the rounded mirror on his dresser. She smiles at her reflection and wraps her hand around his dick, softly jerking him.

His groans fill the air, especially when she bends over to stick her ass in his face and drool all over him, sucking him like she had a point to prove.

Mesmerized by the jiggle in her hips and ass, his hands reach out to slap each cheek, eventually slapping the wet spot between her thighs, making her inch away, an audible gasp leaving her full mouth.

“Come back,” he rasps, pulling her hips back in his direction to rub his thumb over the steady-forming spot, his head falling back into the pillows as her tongue swirls around his sensitive tip.

“God dammit, baby,” he moans, sending another fire smack to her ass. Taking him to the hilt, they both groan as he hits the back of her throat.

He wishes she could've seen how wide his eyes were as she holds him there for a few moments, and does it again, and again, moaning all on him and making his toes curl.

“Fuck… I'm cummin’, Zora… fuck,” his hips jerk upward as she milks him for every single drop, giggling once she releases him.

Pulling her back on his face, the seat of her lingerie was pulled to the side and his nimble fingers played in her wetness, making her bite her lip and grind against his hand.

“Fuckin’ soaked,” he grunts, sliding his middle fingers into her, reveling in the sweet moans that fill the air as he curls and pumps them into her gspot.

“Shit, right there,” she breathlessly moans, dragging her nails up and down his stomach.

“Right here?”

“Yes, I'm g-gonna cum!” She gasps, throwing her head back once his fingers begin jabbing at her spot, making her gush onto them in no time.

Wasting no flipping her onto her back, he pulls the lace away from her body, kissing every inch of skin he came across on the way.

Hooking her legs around his waist, he glides into her and grunts at how wet, how snug, “fuck I could bury myself here, you feel so fucking good.”

His slurred praise hits her ears, while her eyes are stuck in the back of her head as he thrusts into her so deeply. Her hands find his chest.

“Oh my god,” she whimpers, “so d-deep!”

His lips find her neck, as her body clings to his. Her breathy moans hit his ear.

It had been so long since they'd found themselves in the moment, which made them savor it now for all its worth.

Declarations of love and affection leave their lips, as their peaks get closer and closer to erupting. Sweat blanketing them like a second skin.

“Cum with me,” he groans, as he ground his hips into hers, making them see stars at the same time. The cry that left her lips made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

Blissed out, they lay still entangled as the aftershocks pass through their bodies. Dazed smiles cover their lips.

A second wind comes sooner than later, sending them into their next position of the night. Both of them facing the mirror as he hovers over her, spreading her thighs to glide right back into her.

One hand is splayed across her chest to pull her flush against his own, the other planted firmly into the bed as he pumps into her, mumbling shit in her ear that would make her blush if she were able.

Both of her hands were rolled into the sheets, trying her best to throw her ass back onto him, but those lethal strokes are nothing to play with.

“Fuck me,” she helplessly whines.

His breath tickles her skin, his kisses along the back of her neck make her shiver. “Just like this?”

“Yes,” she breathes, “yes!”

Speeding up, he crashes into her sweet spot so precisely it makes her cum in an instant, a heavy sob leaving her mouth as he continues.

Her hands found both of his wrists, as she was desperately needing something to hold onto.

“S-so good, Leon! Please don't stop!”

“Fuckin’ you all night, baby.. all night.” He smirks, pulling his hand back to smack her ass.

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“Ooh, she's being loved properly. Look at that glow!” Nique teases, just as Zora spots their table.

“Hey, y'all.” She greets her sisters with a hug and kiss, before taking her seat beside Nique and kissing her cheek.

“Hey, lover. How's life been?” Neoma pokes fun, making Zora roll her eyes.

Not being one to post much about her relationship on her social media, besides a few pictures here and there, Zora felt compelled to make a dedication post for their anniversary and her sisters, of course, found it and left all types of crying, heart and kissy face emojis in the comments.

“I should be asking y'all that.”

“Let's talk about you first, though.” Lovita redirects just like an older sister does.

“Life's good, lemme lone,” she mumbles, still “mad” at them.

“Oh come on, we went wild in the comments, but we're done now!” Neoma pleads.

“Yeah, promise!” Nique adds.

Zora looks at her oldest sister, raising an eyebrow. Lovita sighs and shrugs. That was as much as Zora was gonna get from her, since sorry is not in her vocabulary.

“Fine. Life is beautiful!” She smiled, making them reciprocate.

“We've seen! You two are too much,” Lovita frowns, over the moon happy for her littlest sister.

“How was your anniversary?!”

“It was the sweetest day. Not like, every day isn't just as sweet, but he sent three bouquets of orange poppies to my job and three more to my apartment. We had already exchanged gifts a few days before, being too excited to hold onto ‘em. He took us to the Petal Café, and y'all! It's the prettiest place I've ever been in! The best food ever! There's a garden next to the bar! It was so me. He's such a hunk.”

The chorus of aw’s commences.

“How much did you cry?” Neoma and Nique ask.

You know what! Too damn much,” she answers, laughing at herself before they could.

“Such a big baby, oh my gosh!”

“I know, ugh. He's just so… wow.” She smiles again, shaking her head.

“Yeah?? We pickin’ out baby names, yet??” Nique squeals.

“Girl, no. I made sure I stocked up on my birth control. No babies… yet.” She purses her lips together for a second, watching their expressions shift, but before they could lay into her again, she re-redirects the focus back onto them.

“But, what about y'all! How's everything?!”

Nique jumps at the chance to tell her best friend just how head over heels she is, to which she outwardly gushes.

“Since we made it official, I met his mama and he met mine— she loves him— he's been showing up to my office with lunch, sometimes it's hand-prepared!! Y'all know I love a man that can cook!”

“Food be good, don't it?!” Zora asks, the smile on her face is too bright.

“Girl, if you see me gain a lil weight, don't say nothing! And if you see him gain a lil weight, you heard me the first time,” she snorts, “cause he's just as fed. Baby got an appetite the size of Texas.”

“You did tell ‘em you loved a man who could eat.” Neoma points out, making her blush.

“And eat, he does.”

“Dominique!” Lovita yells, her jaw dropping.

“What??! He does eat a lot! Sometimes, it's me– hell, most times, it's me.” She covers her own mouth, high-fiving Zora with her free hand.

“I knew it,” she laughs, pointing between Neoma and Lovita, “you two owe me money because what did I say??”

“Y'all bet on me?!”

“No, they bet on you. I knew you'd have him that boy in the palm of your hand before the end of the year and they bet on it taking a little longer.”

“What, y'all ain't think I still had it in me?” She asks in faux outrage.

“Girl, you been celibate for like a year or so, I ain't think he was really gon affect you like that. But, I shoulda known after that phone call I heard.”

“What call??”

“Man, Nique was on the phone with this man, talkin’ his ear off about her job and Ron big stupid ass had done something else that she had to undo, and Darnell was telling her about how he was gon come up there and stomp a hole in his ass if he didn't get it together, cause she was way too important to be doing favors for the incompetent. Nique got to giggling, and I knew it was over. I ain't never heard her sound like that.” She finishes, blinking dryly.

“Yeah, I had nothing better to do, obviously. It was a very funny conversation.” She adds.

“Ne, you've always been so nosy. Maybe you and Nique are related.” Lovita jabs, making Zora laugh.

“Anyway, Nique please record the fight when it happens ‘cause Ron been needed an ass whoopin’. But seriously, you two are adorable! I knew it was coming once he called you his baby. I'm so happy for you.”

“Thank you! I'm so happy for me, too!” She laughs, fanning her red face.

“Neoma, you sharin’ next?” 

She smirks. “Craig is a dork, for real. He's so funny, so smart. So stubborn, Jesus. So fine,” she sighs. “He drives me insane, but boy do I love it.”

“Always the one for challenges, lord.” She shakes her head. “But, as long as everything is going good, I love it for you.”

“Thanks, sis. We're not a couple yet, but we're getting closer.”

“Take your time, girl. If it's meant to be, it'll happen.” She assures her older sister.

Their hands join in the middle of the table for a sweet squeeze, before everybody's eyes dart over to Lovita, who's yet to share.

“Do I have to??” She asks.

“Yeah, what the fuck?”

“Okay, okay! But y'all cannot judge me.”

“Girl, what did you do?”

“Remember that night y'all slept over after the game day we had?” She asks, watching them nod in response.

“Well..”

Smirks decorate their faces as she gets ready to spill what they'd already seen coming.

“Clyde and I had sex, that night and I swear I've been in love with that man ever since.” She sighs.

“In love?” Neoma repeats.

“Yes. In love. I love him.” She spells it out for her younger sister, while she slowly blinks back at her.

“Girl, I know that feeling. That's how I felt the morning after me and Leon had sex.” Zora says, shaking her head. “I was done for.”

“Really? I felt like I was going crazy, at first. Like I woke up a little before he did and just kinda stared at him like, “you have fucked up, cause now I love you.” It was wild!”

“Literally such a wild feeling, I agree.”

“Wow, y'all makin’ me miss my man.” Nique snorts, internally giddy as hell that she gets to call him that.

“Aw, her man.” Neoma coos.

“Stop it,” she laughs.

“But, ‘vita,” Nique starts, “we would never judge you for how you feel. Sex is such an intimate experience, I'd be afraid if you didn't feel more than you already had about him.”

“Yeah, I know.” She sighs, “I know.”

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing,” she smiles, picturing his face in her head. “Nothing’s wrong. He's perfect. Realistically, of course.”

“Yeah?” Zora asks, beaming for her sister.

“I can't stress it enough. He's sweet, funny, well-rounded.. he's a hard worker, might be a lil rough around the edges, but so am I. We don't clash at all, it's always so refreshing to be around him. And my goodness, that man is so damn fine.”

“He is very handsome. I believe we all lucked out like I said we were gonna! Sounds like I'm owed some thank you’s.”

“Zora, do not ruin this sweet ass moment.”

She rolls her eyes and grabs the champagne flute from the table and tipping it toward her lips for a sip.

“Wait. What kinda gifts did y'all get each other??”

“Oh, he wrote me a poem and I painted him.”

Their eyes widened.

“What??”

“Aw, you painted Leon!?”

“You painted?!”

She smiles wide at their reactions, shaking away the urge to burst into tears.

“Y-yeah, I painted. It's been a few months since I've painted, but really, it's been so long since I've actually been motivated to do so. Y'all know that relationship of mine just drained the life out of me and everything I loved to do just vanished. And, I'm finding the purpose for it again. In something and someone else. Y'all should've seen his face when he unwrapped it,” she smiles like he's right in front of her, “it was priceless.”

“Wow, I'm so proud of you, Zora.”

“Aw, thanks,” she frowns, wiping the lone tear that fell.

“Oh, don't start crying. We’ll be here all night!”

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Having a few more days of freedom, Zora and Leon get back together for another sip and paint, with another spin to it.

Nique had given her the idea to make Leon the subject for Zora to paint. And of course, this sounded like some fun and some trouble. Well worth both, she already knew.

“Okay, so you're actually my model, today.” She says, taking in his raised brow.

“Really? That's cool! You need me to pose?” He asks, beginning to flex his muscles and make her laugh.

“Yeah, actually! Hold on,” she stands up from the couch and heads towards her dining area for a chair, pulling towards the middle of the floor.

“Okay, come sit.” She says, patting the chair.

He strides across the floor in a show for her, which she appreciates, more giggles leaving her and he kisses her forehead before sitting down.

“The cutest man, ever.”

“I know,” he replies.

Sauntering into the kitchen for a stool, she pulls hers up to her easel and sits, looking to her left to make sure she's got all the supplies she'll need.

Peeking out behind the canvas, she eyes him but keeps the request on the tip of her tongue.

“What you keepin’ from me?” He asks, eyeing her suspiciously.

“Uh… don't think I'm crazy..”

“Who's sane?”

“Leon,” she says, sighing to herself.

“Zora, come on. What is it? You want me to pose like The Thinker? Huh? Something more interesting, perhaps?”

“Yeah, way more interesting.”

“Okay, throw it at me, baby.”

Pulling her head back behind the easel, she swirls her paintbrush in the clear water, letting the request fall from her lips.

“Strip.”

A few moments go by with nothing but silence, and just as she's about to poke her head back out, she catches sight of his shirt being flung over her head.

Pants next.

“These too?” He asks, making her peek back out, staring at the hand that's hooked in his briefs. She deeply sighs and shakes her head.

“You can keep those on.. for now.”

Enjoyyy!

Ch 15

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[hyperfixatedfandomer]

Hi fellow reader and writers ✨

You can call me Hyper and this is my long overdue introduction post! (My first one ever so bear with me lmao)

What fandoms I write for:

TMNT (2003, 2012 and bayverse. Maybe mayhem?)

DC (Superfam and Batfam in particular)

Avatar (the blue people movie franchise, not the bald weather boy one) ((Sullys, Tonowari fam and recoms specifically))

The Witcher(?)

What I’m ok with writing:

General assault and gore (characters are gonna beat the shit out of each other and get hurt in the process, both are very normal for fandoms I’m writing)

What I’m NOT okay with writing:

Characters taking their own life (I can write them thinking about it or planning it but I draw a line at describing it. It’s too heavy for me.)

Self-harm. (Pretty self-explanatory)

Extreme sexual harassment or assault (no. Just no. I MIGHT be able to write a comfort scenario for SA that happens off-screen but that’s as far as It’ll go. It’s too much of a serious topic and I’d like to spare characters I love of being traumatised like that🤮.)

X reader scenarios (love is nice and all but I’m not attracted to any of the characters enough to provide believable romance.) ((ESPECIALLY BRUCE AND QUARITCH these mf don’t deserve love💅))

X OC scenarios (I don’t wanna risk writing your character, well, out of character so 😅)

Incest (that one speaks for itself 😬😬😬)

Is my ask-box open for requests?

Yes! I’m very slow tho so lower your expectations to ✨zero✨

Some of my works to get you aquatinted or to check out if you follow me already:

“Hi, Spider! Welcome to the resistance!” (An atwow and fop crossover in which Spider ends up on the western frontier and joins the Sarentu in their battle against RDA.)

“So close, yet a million worlds apart” (an ongoing modern AU Spider-centric fic in which he gets stuck between his adopted and bio family, trying to figure out secrets and, as always, getting himself into trouble.)

“Rat’s nest” (Spider/Quaritch-centric comfort one-shot where Quaritch washes Spider’s hair. One of my first works so bear with the bad writing😅)

“What if Spider got caught by the RDA together with one of the Sullys?” (headcannons)

“That handsome boy from the sky” part 1, 2, 3 and 4 (A fluffy comedy series that is also Spider caught with Neteyam AU, Metkayina fawn over Spider.🤭)

Again, if you I got any requests — send them in!

Pro-shippers DNI!

[ijustwantogohomehogwarts]

n i g h t m a r e

n i g h t m a r e

Regulus has a nightmare after falling asleep, waiting for you to finish your homework.

warnings and such: nightmare, warburga black but no details, implied panic/anxiety, kinda rushed ending because it's late and i'm falling asleep soooo

side note: i have 31 saved drafts- most of them for other characters, all of them better than the ones i'm spontaneously writing. i'll eventually post different ones/better ones after i get over the anxiety of letting people read what i write :( (and decide how i want to format these)

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"Mon amour, I'll finish it for you in the morning. Please come lay down with me."

"Just a few more minutes, Reggie. I'm almost done!"

He groaned into the pillow as he rolled over. I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. Never in my life would I have expected to see Regulus Black pout.

1:20 am

I sighed as I looked at the clock; I can't believe that was nearly two hours ago! I turned around to look at Regulus, the feeling of guilt washed over me as I saw him, fast sleep. I thought about leaving, not wanting to risk waking him at this hour, but the sound of heavy rain pelting against the windows, the soft snores coming from the boy curled up tightly in his bed- it was hard to resist.

I stood up and stretched, packing my things into my bag, and tidying up the mess I had made of the desk. I heard a low groan from behind me, and cursed at myself, thinking I had in-fact woken Regulus, but when I turned to look at him, I saw no signs.

His hair was a mess atop his head, dark brown curls falling every which way over his face and the pillow below him. His back rose and fell slightly with each breath, nose scrunching and eyebrows knitted. He looked so comfortable, the idea of crawling into bed with him sounded more and more inviting as I watched him sleep. He looked so-

I took a step closer, watching him for another moment. As the sky lit up, reflecting on the water outside the windows I could see him: sweat glistening on his forehead and shoulders, every few breaths was met with a low grunt or disheveled moan, and his fingers gripped tightly to the bed sheets beside him.

"Reg?" His whole body stiffened and twitched quickly, before he stilled and settled again.

I crossed the room quickly, kneeling beside himnand shaking his shoulders gently.

"Regulus? Sweetheart, wake up!"

He jolted awake with a gasp, trying to catch his breath as he looked around the room.

"It's okay, you're okay," I tucked stings of hair behind his ear, before continuing to rub his back, trying to help him relax. He looked at me for a moment, blinking heavily as if trying to bid goodbye to the restless sleep, and focus on what was in front of him.

"Y/n..." he sighed, rolling onto his back. One hand covered his eyes, the other held my hand against his chest. His heartbeat was rapid and unsteady, his fingers shaky as they gripped my own.

"M sorry," he groaned, not opening his eyes. I lifted his hand off his chest, bringing his knuckles to my lips and kissing each of them softly. He sighed, his voice still shaky. He took a few more deep breaths before looking down at me.

"It was just a dream, Reggie."

He nodded.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"No...just my mother...nothing important."

I didn't dare push. We sat quietly for a moment,

"Budge up then, sweaty boy!" He smiled, scotching over and making room in the bed.

I settled down on his chest, ear placed on his still fast beating heart. I draped a leg across his hip, the lower half of our bodies becoming a tangled mess of limbs. I left my fingers wander, through his hair, across his cheeks, down his neck, across his shoulders. I gave gentle squeezes across his arms before my hand came to rest in the center of his chest, my middle finger still drawing small circles around the freckles i knew by heart. Regulus groaned and sighed, placing kisses atop my head as I tried to rid his body of his nightmare.

"Êtes-vous...OK?"

"Oui, I'm okay. Bonne nuit, ma chérie."

"Good night, Reggie."

I yawned, the now calm rhythm of his heartbeat lulling me to sleep.

[humanrindswrites]

smudge

summary: corey wants some help with his paint

pairing: corey taylor x female reader

warnings: none

word count: 1840

a/n: i spent way too much time looking at photos of corey in his original mask to see whether he tightlined or not (he did not, as evidenced by the above gif)

Even though he’d become more than accustomed to wearing his mask for what felt like an entire year at times, there was still something that Corey wanted to do with it to make the illusion even better. But he’d need some help and a second opinion.

“What are you doing?” she asked from the doorway when she saw him wearing his mask in the bathroom.

“I’m gonna paint the parts of my face that show through it,” he said as he turned around and took it off. “I think it’ll look really cool.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” she said and joined him in front of the mirror. “Do you know how you’re going to do it?”

“Well, I was gonna put it back on and then draw around the mouth and eye holes. Unless there’s a better way?”

She guided him to sit on the bathtub's edge and took the mask from him before pulling it over his head. Gently, she tilted his face up and angled his face in different directions to get a better look at how it covered his face.

“You’ll need to do more than just draw around the edges, the skin will still show up.”

“Can you help? I don’t wanna fuck it up,” Corey said and took the mask off again, setting it next to him on the bathtub’s side.

“Okay,” she said. “What were you going to use?”

“Well, I got some face paint from the party store just to practise with. It’s in a bag on the kitchen counter.”

She left the bathroom to get the small tin of paint and made a detour into the bedroom to grab one of her makeup brushes and came back to him still sitting on the tub, but this time shirtless.

“Okay, I’m gonna start with your eyes,” she said as she took the lid off the paint and wet the brush with water. “Close your eyes, I’ll do your eyelids first.”

Corey obediently closed his eyes and waited for her to start painting them. “So how long do you think this is gonna ta-” He jumped slightly when the cold brush touched his skin. “Jesus fuck, that’s cold!”

“Try to sit still or else you’ll get it in your eyes,” she said as she grabbed hold of his head to keep him still. “Although knowing you and the guys, somebody will end up having blacked-out eyes.”

“What, from paint or from beating each other up?” Corey asked, trying to stop himself from wrinkling his eyelids as she painted them black.

“I was thinking about contacts, but I could see the second one happening too.”

She finished both eyelids quickly and instructed him to keep his eyes closed so they could dry as she worked on the space around his eyes. She started by painting a rough large circle around his right orbital bone, just touching the bridge of his nose and over the top of his eyebrow.

“That tickles,” he said, trying to stop himself from laughing too much.

“I know it does, just sit still!”

Corey just managed to sit still enough for her to finish one eye, his fingers twitching in his lap as he fidgeted with the mask. He cracked open his free eye to watch her work; her lip drawn in between her teeth and her brow furrowed in concentration as she swept the cheap brush over his face. 

She finally noticed him watching her and quickly moved the brush away from his eye to swipe across under his nose, giving him a crude black moustache.

“Hey, just because people watch you do art doesn’t mean I want to be watched,” she mock-warned him. “If you keep those eyes open the paint won’t dry.”

“I like watching you when you’re concentrating,” he said with a laugh. “You get those cute little eleven lines between your brows.”

“I’ll draw some elevens on your face if you don’t sit still,” she said as she started to work on his other eye, painting his eyebrow and under eye black before making a circle to connect them, just as she’d done before. He was able to sit still when she ran the brush over his skin, now used to the feeling of it tickling him.

“What made you want to paint underneath the mask?” she asked after they were both quiet after a while. “It looked good even when your skin was showing through.”

“I just wanted to do something a little different,” Corey said with a shrug. “It’s too late to get a new mask made so I thought I’d do this to change it up a bit. Plus, some of the other guys paint under their masks.”

“And here I thought you were a leader, not a follower,” she teased.

He cracked open his finished eye and raised an eyebrow at her. “Honey, a good leader can see when something’s worth following.”

“Okay, general, close your mouth and let me finish this.”

They let a comfortable silence take over the both of them as she finished painting his face, covering the remaining eyelid and his mouth with black paint before letting it dry. Even though he hadn’t asked her to help, he enjoyed the feeling of her hands on his face and the scent of her shampoo filling his senses. He’d been tempted to circle his arms around her waist and pull her body into his but he knew she wouldn’t be able to paint him.

“Okay, you’re done,” she finally said as she stood up straight again, her back stiff from bending over for so long. “Here, come take a look.”

Corey peeled himself off the side of the tub and one of his knees loudly clicked as he stood up. He shuffled around the tiny bathroom to look at himself in the mirror before he burst out laughing at his reflection.

“I look like a panda,” he said in between laughs, completely forgetting that he still had his mask in his hands.

“Put the mask on, it’ll look better!” she said as she took it from him. He pushed his hair back and held it at the nape of his neck as she pulled the mask over his head. “Yep, much better with it on.”

“You’re right, it looks fucking cool!” Corey said, shooting her a smile, the whites of his teeth shining brightly through the black paint. “Thanks, babe.”

But she still thought that something could be added. Something he probably wouldn’t like.

“Wait a second,” she said before he could dash out of the bathroom again. “I wanna try something out.”

He took the mask off again and placed it on the sink basin as she rooted around in the top drawer of the cabinet. The same drawer where she kept her makeup.

“What else could you do? There’s no skin left to paint.”

She pulled out what she was looking for: a jet black eyeliner pencil and a sharpener.

“What’re you gonna do with that? You already painted my eyes.”

“I’m gonna line your waterline,” she said as she quickly sharpened the pencil into a point.

“What’s a waterline?”

“The red part on the rim of your eyelid, now hold still so I don’t poke you.”

“Get that thing away from me!” he said and tried to knock the pencil out of her hand.

“Corey, don't be such a baby,” she said as she cornered him. “It’s just a little eyeliner.”

“Alright, fine,” he said with a pout. “Just be gentle.”

“Keep your eyes open and don’t squirm.”

Corey held his breath as he watched the pencil approach his eye and prepared himself for the worst. Thankfully, the kohl smoothly glided onto the skin, leaving a neat black line in its wake. The other eye took even less time now that he was used to the feeling of his waterline being touched.

When she was finished with both eyes, she stepped away from him and let him look in the mirror to admire her handiwork. The formerly red rims around his eyes were now jet black and blended in with the paint, making his blue eyes look more animalistic and striking. But she looked like she still wasn’t finished.

“Oh god, what now?” he groaned when she picked up the pencil again.

“I want to do the top waterlines,” she said and grabbed hold of his head, making sure that he wouldn’t move. “Keep your eyes open, this is more difficult than the bottom.”

“What exactly are you gonna do,” he managed to get out before she held his eye open and rubbed the pencil directly underneath his eyelashes. “What the fuck, babe?!”

“Keep still or I’ll poke your eye out!”

“It already feels like you’re poking my eye out, what the fuck does this even do?”

“It fills in any spaces between your eyelashes, we don’t want to leave any skin showing.”

“Alright, fine, but do it quick.”

She repeated the same motions with his other eye; holding it open so the underside of his lashes were visible and colouring it in with the pencil until it was completely black.

“Okay, now we’re done,” she finally said and took her hands away from him.

“You sure? You don’t want to put some mascara on me too?”

“No, I’m good,” she said and passed him the mask again. “Put it on and take a look in the mirror.”

He shoved the mask over his head and turned around to have one final look in the mirror. Even though he wasn’t happy about having the insides of his eyes coloured in with pencil, he couldn’t deny that the end result was better than he’d expected. It was as if the mask had completely become his face, not just something he wore to hide himself.

“Looks good, huh?” she said, clearly proud of her work.

“It looks awesome!” he said and swung back around to hug her. He held her so tightly to him that she thought her bones were about to break. “I should bring you out on tour so you can do this for me all the time.”

“Or you could get more comfortable with doing it yourself,” she offered.

“I’m not sold on doing this waterline stuff myself but the rest I could do.”

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of a little eyeliner pencil.”

Corey ignored her small jab and loosened his hold on her to gently kiss her forehead, leaving a black lip mark behind.

“I should get some pictures of this so that I remember when we’re on the road,” he said as he led her out of the bathroom so he could find his camera.

“Need me to take them for you? I could be your personal photographer too.”

“Honey, I would have you by my side all the time, but I know you like your freedom. You don’t need to wait on me hand and foot.”

“Good, because I didn’t sign up to be a panda handler when we got together.”