#the attitude the arm muscles the hair the makeup just

[genvgayby]

Jordan Li (femme) played by London Thor | Gen V Season 1 Episode 3

[xxsabitoxx]

How to make the Pillars blush

All 18+ Pillars x Gender Unspecified Reader

Warnings: suggestive content, nothing super crazy

A/N: just some quick Headcanons cause the idea came to mind lol. I gotta really zone in on one or two of my WIPs rather than post unplanned content but…oh well here we are.

Tomioka Giyu

Show genuine interest in what he has to say

Don't break eye contact with him

Smile at him, depending on the context, will get his cheeks rosy

Brush your hand along his thigh

Make him his favorite meal and tell him you want to see him try it

Get really close to him to whisper something

Look at him through your lashes

Compliment him out of the blue

Brush his hair for him

Suck on his neck with the intent of leaving a mark

Kocho Shinobu

Bring her a meal while she works

Make it so she has to look up to talk to you

Hold her hand

Compliment her appearance or her personality

Kiss her cheek when others are around

Grope her breasts while she tries to sleep

When you look at her with lidded eyes, even if you're just tired. Her mind likes to wander

Jokingly asking her for a 'check up' or a 'physical exam'

Massage her thighs, can be with more intent or could just be from habit while sitting beside her

Say "I Love You" because she struggles to say it herself sometimes, often opting for different phrases

Rengoku Kyojuro

Tell him he's handsome

Sit with him until he's done eating

Make him his favorite meal

Make a dirty joke while in public

Feel his muscles / clinging to his arms

Move closer to him to feel safer if you're in a bad situation

Whisper in his ear about the things you want him to do to you / the things you want to do to him

Place your head on his chest while you sleep

Offer to do his hair for him, getting on your tip-toes to see better even though he offered to sit

Tell him how much you love and adore him

Uzui Tengen

Is everything a good answer? You wouldn't believe the number of things that make this 6'6 man blush

Hold his hand so he can see and feel the size difference

Offer to do his makeup, getting really close to do it

Rest your head against his shoulder

Kiss his jaw, neck, and chest

Wear his clothing

Watch him work out, don't hide the fact that you just want to see his sweaty, toned skin

Ask to bathe with him and offer to clean him

Straddle his waist while he's sitting or laying in bed, place your hands on his chest and feel his heart pick up in pace

Play with his hair, twirl it around your fingers, tug on it

Kanroji Mitsuri

Literally just exist

Tell her she's gorgeous

Eat with her, pay for her meal

Give her gifts that are meaningful

Cuddle her, be the big spoon and don't be shy to let her try being the big spoon once in a while

Bathe with her, wash her hair for her, massage her shoulders, her back, her scalp

Tell her the things you want to do to her, tell her how badly you want to do them

Kiss her first, take the lead and don't be afraid to be a bit rough, using tongue will turn her into putty in your hands

Tell her you want her to leave a mark on you, that you want everyone to know who you're with

Say I love you, hold eye contact while you say it

Iguro Obanai

Thank him, be patient with him

Show no fear of / acknowledging Kaburamaru

Write to him often

Tell him he doesn’t have to take off his bandages if he doesn’t want to. He appreciates your understanding

Kiss his scars, he’s hesitant at first but he finds it makes him relax

Whisper to him, lips close to his ear, body pressed to his shoulder / arm

Run your hands along his sides, hold his hips, rub circles there with your thumb

Hold his hand while at the pillar meeting, hell, try and climb the tree and sit there with him

Kiss him over his bandages

Tell him you want to give him head, he’s a sucker for it

Shinazugawa Sanemi

Match his energy, giving him his attitude right back will have his cheeks turning red

Make dirty jokes / comments in front of others “you wanna fuck me so bad, huh?” — turn his attitude against him

Compliment his scars and his muscles

Fuss over him if he’s injured, be persistent even if he pushes away

Kiss his face scars, kiss his hand scars

Run your hand over his exposed uniform, act like you’re doing it absentmindedly 

Wear his clothing to bed / as little clothing as possible

Look him in the eye and tell him you love him, don’t look away until he says it back

Flash him some puppy eyes, pout your lip a bit, it’s impossible for him to say no when you do that

As for his opinion on what you should wear, model it for him after.

Himejima Gyomei

Hold his hand, the size difference has him melting

Buy him small gifts, tell him it’s because they remind you of him (he’ll always cherish them)

Kiss his forehead, he’s quite tall so it’s an accomplishment if you manage to do it (usually you’ll catch him by surprise while he’s sitting)

Hug his arm when you’re sitting side by side or laying in bed. Even standing next to him, keeping him close makes him blush

Wipe his tears for him, it’s a gentle act that honestly makes him cry more but you’ll notice his cheeks have turned a shade of pink

Take care of him, being the strongest is hard work

Lay your head… or even your full body… on top of him to go to bed

Kiss his nose, it kills him every time

Compliment him, like as often as possible

Tell him how much you adore his thighs… those things could crush a bolder never mind your head

[azsazz]

Hungry for More

Azriel x Cassian x Reader

Summary: Anon Request: “Gonna fuck the attitude right out of you and your smart little mouth” -Cassian as Az watches with a little smirk. That’s it. That’s the brain rot for tonight. Thank you for joining me.

Warnings: Smut, oral (f giving), double penetration, dom/sub dynamics, bondage.

Word Count: 2,279

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“Gonna fuck the attitude right out of you and your smart little mouth,” Cassian growls down at you, where you sit on your knees before the warrior.

Azriel watches from the entrance of the room, broad shoulders taking up nearly the entirety of the door frame as he smirks at the scene playing out before him. His shadows trail through the room like hungry snakes, slithering straight towards you.

Your cheeks heat at Cassian's words, cunt convulsing as you avert your gaze, suddenly embarrassed with your actions.

“No,” the warlord murmurs, hooking his fingers beneath your chin. “Keep your eyes on me. You wanted to act up, there’s no shying away from your punishment now, sweetheart.” You meet his burning gaze again and his hazel eyes melt a little, tracing his thumb across your lower lip. “There’s my girl,” he praises, and your face flushes again as he dips his finger between your lips, allowing you to keen and suck the salt from his skin.

“Yes, baby, just like that.” His eyes are alight with lust as he watches you suck on his thumb. The softness of your tongue lathes across it and he can feel it all the way in his cock, where it’s straining dangerously in his leathers. He wouldn’t be surprised if the ties tear as you keep up your exaggerated moans, looking much more like the obedient girl they know you to be, when you’re getting what you want.

You can’t help the whimper that escapes you at Cassain’s praise. It makes your fingers slide up your own body, dragging up your sides to play with your nipples for him as you flutter your lashes so the male before you might speed things along.

Cassian hisses at the sight, the way you teasingly bite down on his finger that’s swirling through the saliva you’re letting build up in your mouth. You know he likes you when you’re a mess for him, smeared makeup and tangled hair, his cum dripping down your thighs and streaking across your chest. And you love every minute of wearing it, being marked by him.

“No touching,” Azriel reprimands, finally pushing his way into the room, his strides confident. His shadows sweep up behind him, shutting the door with a snick. The lock turning shut reverberates in your cunt, clit throbbing with each strike of his boots on the hardwood floors.

Your hands fall away from your body on his command and Gods do you look so fucking pretty when you listen. You look even better on your knees for them, the way that they tower above you but stare down at you like you’re their special prize.

Your hands find the floor, the shadows he’d left in a cooling pool around you now slide through your fingers, twisting up your palms to your wrists and pulling tight. You squeak, trying to wrench your arms away but the darkness doesn’t give an inch. Your instinct is to turn your head to see what’s going on down there but Cassian’s thumb only presses further into your mouth, making you gag. 

“What did I say about keeping your eyes up?” he asks, using one hand to untie his leathers. You swallow but it’s hard when he’s replacing his thumb with two fingers and pressing them further down your throat.

Azriel joins the towering male, eyes dark and fringe cascading over his eyes. He crosses his arms over his chest; it makes the tight black shirt he’s wearing strain against thick muscle as he smirks down at you, your lips puffy and pink around Cassian’s plunging fingers.

The look alone is enough to have your cunt gushing, weeping for them. Your body burns but the icy cold of his shadows around your wrists ground you as you sit there and take it, knees aching already but heart pulsing excitedly in your chest.

The shadowsingers smirk only grows when Cassian’s cock comes tumbling out of its confines. He takes himself in hand, tugging roughly and cursing when the sight of it has more saliva gathering in your mouth. There’s a bead of precum sitting at the tip like a taunt, ready for you to lean forward and take.

Except that you can’t move. You’re chained down to the floor by whorls of shadow that Azriel doesn’t let up on. Your body is thrumming with energy. You can’t wait for them to use you like the naughty thing you’d been tonight, and as Azriel’s shoves his shirt up, uncovering those deliciously carved abs and the lines that cut down to his cock, you’re more than ready for your punishment.

Everything happens at once. Cassian’s pulling his thumb from your mouth only for you to gasp, trying to choke down the pooling saliva threatening to spill from your open lips. Azriel lets his eager shadows slip between the fabric of your undergarments and plunge across your throbbing clit. The sensation causes you to choke, but Cassian’s shoving his cock all the way down your throat, hand sliding into the hair at the back of your head to keep you from pulling away.

Your eyes widen. Your chest is aching with a thousand Autumn fires, screaming for breath, but Cassian’s cock feels too good in your mouth. Azriel places a soft hand on your cheek and your eyes startle to his. It’s a silent urge to calm you down while his shadows continue their fervent writhing against your cunt.

When your mind clears enough for you to focus on the task at hand, you force your body to relax, lathing your tongue around as much of Cassian’s girth as you can. Your jaw is aching already, stretched far too wide with his cock too deep. You can feel it in your throat, the coarse hairs brushing your nose as he holds you to the base of him.

Azriel’s soothing fingers move down to your throat, feeling the bulge of where Cassian is rooted into you. Your fingers curl into the chains of shadows still pinning you to the ground, and you meet his golden gaze, admiring you like you’re a prize.

“You know the word, right?” Azriel asks, and you can hardly nod with Cassian’s cock in your mouth. “Good girl. Go ahead, Cass.”

Cassian pulls out enough for you to exhale harshly. The heat of your breath across his cock has him twitching already. It’s hard to breathe properly around his cock because it’s still filling your mouth, and he only gives you a few pants of air before he’s plunging back into your throat and fucking you deep.

“Fuck, baby, I can feel him in you,” Azriel’s low timber is carried on echoes of his shadows. It makes your cunt clench and your thighs strain to pull closed, but the darkness keeping you tied to the ground seems to multiply, wrapping tightly around your knees to keep them pried apart. 

You whimper, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as Cassian abuses your mouth with his cock. It feels amazing, you love being filled in any way, shape, or form by them, you just wish that you could scratch and cling to them like your body so desperately craves. But it wouldn’t be a punishment if they allowed you that mercy.

The warlord groans, effectively cutting off your noises with his cock once again. 

“You like that, don't you, sweetheart?” Cassian grunts, hips fucking into your face. He watches with glee, the way you take him in so perfectly, the disappearance of his long length deep into your tight throat. His orgasm is building much quicker than he’d like, but he always was a sucker for your pretty lips.

He growls when Azriel stops him just short of rooting himself in the bottom of your throat and painting your insides with his cum. His chest is heaving as much as yours when he’s pried away and Azriel takes his place, glorious cock shining from where he’d used his own spit to jerk himself off at the sight of you both.

“My turn,” the shadowsinger replies, but there’s no heat behind his words because he’s distracted with guiding himself down your throat. Your tight, mouth hot and inviting and it nearly makes his knees shake as his fingers slip into your hair and he guides your head off and on his cock again.

“Godsdamn,” Cassian murmurs, watching you with intrigue. He’ll never understand how you do it, and with so little complaint, but he fucking loves you for it. “That’s it, sweetheart, nice and slow.”

Azriel’s pace is a lot less bruising than Cassian’s had been, as if he could simply press his cock into your throat all day. His shadows praise you as much as he does and you melt for him, going lax in his grip to guide you just how he likes. He makes sure you’re being taken care of, his darkness enveloping your cunt. 

Your body writhes as another orgasm builds when the shadowsinger picks up his pace, jerking in and out of you like you’re nothing more than a toy for him to play with. But having him in your mouth, making those sounds, is one of your favorite things.

He finally pulls out before he takes it too far and keeps you so far down his cock while he cums that you suffocate, brushing the damp hair from your face and wiping the tears from your cheeks as your body heaves for breath. 

“Such a good girl,” he whispers, brushing his thumb beneath your lip to clean up the saliva that’s been pouring out around their cocks. He offers it to Cassian who sucks the shadowsingers finger into his mouth with pleasure.

“Think you can fit the both of us in your mouth, sweetheart?” Cassian asks, sidling closer to Azriel’s side. He’s holding his cock near Azriel’s, and the sight of both of their glistening cocks right before your very eyes has you nearly cumming again, panties be damned.

“No,” you admit honestly. Your voice is hoarse, ruined from where they’d fucked into your mouth so hard you swore they split your throat. Every breath is like swallowing barbs, but the satisfied looks on their faces make you preen. 

Azriel and Cassian exchange looks and you cry out as the shadows work you to your edge again, heat consuming you as you cum. They know how to work you just as well as each of the males standing before you, and they’re as soft as their wicked tongues, working your clit and even dipping into your dripping cunt to brush against the spot that makes you see stars.

Your knees hurt and your thighs are shaking from pleasure. You’re sure that there would be a puddle beneath you if it weren’t for your undergarments, completely soaked through.

“Open,” Cassian demands as you blink the black from your vision. Both males stare down at you hungrily, twisting their cocks in their hands at the sight of you cumming, tied up and at their mercy.

You comply, only because you know that if you disobey things will be so much worse. You’re hitting a wall. It’s not enough to use your safeword but you want to please the males that press the heads of their cocks into your mouth, stretching your cheeks as they work their way inside.

You thought that having one of them in your mouth was bliss, but both of them are utter heaven. Even though it’s a little uncomfortable, they’re not moving, letting you use your tongue to lathe and suck at them on your own terms.

Sliding the flat of your tongue across both of their heads, the Illyrians release twin noises of approval. The praise makes your stomach twist wildly, and you sink further into the shadows furiously fucking you.

“Almost there, sweetheart,” Cassian breathes harshly, working his hand up and down his length with fervor. Azriel’s eyes are a dark demand for more, but he’s respecting the cavern of your mouth and his friend’s cock beside him as he touches himself. 

He can feel Cassian’s cock pulsing, hot and heavy against his own as you work that magic tongue of yours around them both. You’re far too skilled to have only done something like this with them, and he tightens his fist at the thought of you with another male’s cock in your mouth. He’s going to paint you white with his cum, use you and mark you as his, and ruin you for every male that might try their hand at seducing you.

Cassian cums with a shout. Hot streams of his seed spurt, painting the walls of your mouth white. He pulls out, spilling onto your face and chest and you watch happily as the orgasm wracks his body.

Azriel takes the free space to plunge once more into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat before he’s orgasming with a dark moan that makes his shadows quiver. Unlike the warlord, he lets you suck him dry, stroking himself through his orgasm until his knees shake and he kneels before you.

He disperses his shadows with a single thought and catches your shaking body in his arms. Cassian joins the both of you as Azriel hushes you and pulls you into his lap, uncaring that you’re covered in cum. 

Cassian strokes strong hands down your back and you revel in the feeling of the both of them surrounding you, praising you for a job well done. 

Your eyes flutter shut but Azriel’s tapping your cheek three soft times, scooping you into his arms as he stands.

“We’re not done yet. Get up, sweetheart.”

[yuna542]

Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 17<-

Part 18

Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Under 18 DNI!, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, pet names, dom!Minho, fingering

Word Count: 3.3k

Note: Currently I’m a bit busy with my mental and physical health. So if you have to wait for more parts I’m really sorry. I’ll do my best to upload! I really love this part and hope you will like it as well! Minho will always be my first big kpop crush -much love

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

The photo shoot went smoothly. Lee Know was a pro at this and the first pictures were finished in no time. He looked outrageously handsome in the outfits, which were mainly made of leather and thin fabric and you couldn't take your eyes off his thighs as his muscles tensed while posing.

Restlessly you crossed your legs on the small armchair as you were much more sensitive without your panties and you silently cursed Hyunjin for flinching at every touch and look from Lee Know.

Minho didn't miss your tense and partially absent attitude either. Especially since you shivered every time he stroked your thigh with his fingers or inconspicuously touched your butt as he walked by.

Just as he sat in front of you and the stylist was busy with his hair, you stared straight at your Ipad because you couldn't stand eye contact with him. He looked too hot and you were already rubbing your thighs together to relieve some of the rising tension.

Since the day you almost fucked in the practice room, there was this unspoken tension between you. His looks were more intense than usual, as if he was waiting for something.

But today without panties it was like torture. You felt exposed and as his eyes rested on your thigh, you could tell something was going through his mind.

You could only guess what he was thinking.

"When will the teaser be released?"

Questioningly, you raised your eyes and made the mistake of looking directly at him while he had not yet put on his shirt. His abs stood out under his marble-colored skin, making you falter. You could only stare at his broad shoulders and how the seductive muscles on his arms and chest tightened as he pulled the linen shirt over his head.

It took you a few seconds to remember that you actually wanted to answer him.

It will go into post-production tomorrow. We're aiming for next Friday", you explained quickly after clearing your throat and typing something on your Ipad quickly.

"We should have a movie night after everything is wrapped up."

You nodded quickly and squeezed your thighs tightly together to put a stop to your attention-seeking core. It didn't pass Minho by, but he was already called to the photographer and stroked your thigh as he stood up before disappearing back to the set.

You finally breathed a sigh of relief, and after a few minutes you decided to go to the bathroom to freshen up your makeup and recover from the crackling tension.

In the small bathroom, you marveled at the modern furnishings. In addition to high-quality cherry wood furniture, there was a huge mirror behind the stone sink, set in a golden frame.

The magazine company seemed to pay a lot of attention to aesthetics. While you stood in front of the mirror touching up your makeup, you didn't hear the door open and Minho slip in behind you because of the soft music playing in the room.

Until he pulled the door shut and stepped behind you and you could see him in the mirror.

"Minho? What are you doing here?", you asked in amazement and when you saw his face in the mirror, your heart automatically skipped a beat.

There was a fire burning in his eyes that took everything in and before you could react, he grabbed you by the hips and hunched you over the sink with his hand on the back of your neck.

One hand went under your dress and stroked your bare cunt, making you suck in a sharp breath.

"Fuck I knew it! You're not wearing any panties, you naughty kitten."

His grip on your neck was firm and he slid your dress over your hips without hesitation, giving him a perfect view of your ass and exposed core. Over the mirror you could see his eyes glowing with lust and immediately you got wet just from the way he dominated you.

“Should have guessed it, since you fucked Hyunjins thigh all desperate.”

He was still wearing the last outfit from the photoshoot that had driven you crazy. It consisted only of a linen shirt that revealed a little of his chest and a pair of leather pants that sat tight around his trained thighs.

His hair fell into his eyes, which shimmered like bitter coffee in the orange light of the bathroom.

"Hyunjin stole my panties earlier. Lino What..." but that's as far as you got, as he was already sinking a finger into your throbbing cunt and looking right into your eyes in the mirror.

Your mouth was open in surprise as he began to pump it into you mercilessly, putting pressure on your clit.

"You've had no panties on all morning like a needy slut. Anyone could have seen your bare pussy. The mere thought makes me hard. Do you think I'm going to let that go unpunished?"

In response, you could only gasp softly as he curled his finger inside you and you held onto the edge of the sink.

"Don't think I'm letting you get away with that, kitten."

It sounded like a threat he meant seriously, and his voice got a lot darker as he continued to finger you, tickling the naughtiest sounds out of you. He pushed the straps of your dress off your shoulders and freed your tits, unceremoniously undoing your bra and tossing it aside.

"Now I want to see you scream around my cock!", he murmured, reaching from behind to take your breast firmly and knead it.

„What about.. the Photoshoot... Minho", you gasped and he just grinned savagely.

„They have to wait. I, on the other hand, can't wait any longer to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock." When he added two more fingers, you moaned loudly and moved your hips eagerly against his hand.

A knot formed in your stomach as he continued to pump his fingers into you and you clenched hard around his fingers when he bend you firmly with his hand on your back over the sink.

That's when he suddenly pulled them out of you, grinning in amusement as you whimpered in despair at the loss of contact.

"The only way you're gonna come is around my cock, understand?", he whispered into your ear and you heard him already undoing his belt buckle. You eagerly shoved your hips towards him and arched your back, while your heated cunt was getting soaked by just his words.

"Don't worry kitten! I'll bend you over and fuck you against this sink, like the desperate little slut you are."

You bit your lower lip in anticipation as you couldn't wait to finally feel him inside you. Your eyes met in the mirror as he pulled out his hard cock and palmed himself a few times.

"Look at you! How beautiful you are, all desperate for my cock", he purred and slapped your ass, that made you tremble beneath him.

He looked stunningly beautiful with the dirty smile on his pink lips and the fluffy hair falling in his forehead.

And there you felt his tip already at your entrance. A contented growl tore from his throat as he pushed relentlessly into you, and the feeling of him tearing your insides apart brought tears to your eyes. With your vision blurred, you clawed tightly into the stone of the sink and felt it pressed coolly against your belly as he sunk inch by inch into your aching core.

His fingers dug firmly into your skin at your hip bones as he began thrusting into you and after the first few times you saw stars, due to the immense size that was filling you up.

He was so big that it took your breath away and all you could do was choke out gasps as he used your sore pussy to please himself. His roughness and his desire for you sent heat throughout your body and the pain quickly mixed with pleasure into a single overwhelming sensation.

"You love this, don't you? Love being treated like a useless little fuck toy?", he moaned as the soft elevator music was drowned out by the slapping of skin and your dirty whimpering.

One look in the mirror was enough to know the answer to his question. He continued to hold eye contact, enjoying your fucked out facial expressions. Your lips were parted and your eyes were glazed with tears as he relentlessly thrusted into you, stretching your walls.

Everything inside you strained and the knot in your stomach was about to snap.

"Oh fuck, don't stop! Minho please don't stop!" you pleaded, squinting your eyes. He hit all the sensitive spots deep inside you that made your legs go weak, and his little moans that escaped every time he thrusted hard into you and slapped his balls against your clit, emptied your head.

Your begging only heated him up more and that's when you felt his hand around your neck, closing it around your throat unshakeable. With the pressure on your air supply, he forced you to open your eyes and lift your gaze.

"I want to look at your pretty face while I fuck you until you come around my cock!"

The eye contact over the mirror with him was too much. Seeing his jaw twitch tensely and him pulsing parallel inside you with his hand around your neck pushed you over the edge and you clenched hard around him before you came with pornographic moans.

Your lips were swollen and you looked so naughty you would have been ashamed if he hadn't kept thrusting into you relentlessly.

"I'm gonna use that tight little pussy, until I'm coming, understand?", he clarified as he noticed you squirming under him from the overstimulation. Your clit was swollen and you felt drowsy from Lee Knows assault on your aching cunt.

But his thrusts were also getting sloppy and he thrusted so deep each time that your fingers were already aching, from clawing so hard into the sink.

He looked down as his dick disappeared into your sore pussy and was covered by your juices and with another look in the mirror, your face tensed with pleasure was enough to make him come inside you. You felt him deep inside you painting your walls white and he sunk into you a few more times until he slumped over you, his breathing rattling.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed along your spine, up to your shoulders. As he did, you felt your juices mixing inside you and he sighed softly against your neck.

"Your so perfect for me...", he murmured and you smiled exhaustedly at him over your shoulder.

That's when he leaned down to you and kissed you so hard it made you dizzy. He moved his lips against yours with so much passion and your tongues played in unison that it was in strange contrast to his rough manner.

Now his touches were loving, careful and gentle, bringing butterflies to your stomach.

Before he pulled out of you, he grabbed wipes next to the sink and cleaned you and himself up. Your legs were shaking from the orgasm that had messed up your insides and after he threw the wipes away, he put his clothes back on, turned you to face him and helped you fix your clothes.

“I’m so sorry that I can’t take my time with you… I’ll make that up to you, I promise.”

Then he kissed you again, with both hands on cupping your face, and your body automatically snuggled up to his. He smelled like soothing herbals and woodsy citrus scents that messed with your mind while kissing you intensely.

"We should go back. We've been gone for too long", you moaned into his mouth in between kisses, because he made no move to let go of you. He kissed you like he needed your lips to breathe and as much as you enjoyed being caressed by him, you still had a job to do.

"I can't help it. I'm addicted to you", he said when he finally broke away from you and placed a few more kisses on your neck.

"You go ahead. I'll catch up with you", you said, fixing his hair a little so it looked kind of like it did before.

He gave you one last kiss, from which it was obviously hard for him to break away, and then reluctantly disappeared through the door.

Only then did you dare to breathe and with your heart pounding you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was a mess and your makeup was completely smeared. You used the time to put everything back in place and at the same time you couldn't stop grinning.

Tonight would be the first night in the dorm and you had just been fucked by one of the most attractive men at an important photoshoot. It was too surreal to be reality and yet here you were, still able to feel him filling you up.

On the way back, you kept giving each other meaningful looks and smiling like love-struck idiots. That little secret between you was exciting and made the sex even more addictive. Later, when you were getting your things ready in your office to go home for the day, you started to get restless.

Moving into the dorm with the guys was thrilling and you were looking forward to it too. When you were done with everything, you went to the studio and found Chan at his laptop and Seungmin on the couch.

"I'd be ready", you said, and they both nodded.

"Yeah. We're done here for the day too. Let's get out of here!", Chan said and was relieved to see you.

It was a strange feeling going home with the boys and at the same time it felt right. They had become your family by now, after all, you slept with them too.

In the dorm you threw your shoes right off and when you got to your new room you were flooded with happiness. It had turned out really nice.

There was a huge canopy bed, a desk with everything you needed to work, a big closet, a dressing table and much more. Everything was there and the room looked inviting and friendly because of the plants and decorations Hyunjin helped you to choose.

Satisfied, you changed your clothes and in a pair of leggings and a top, you strolled back to the living room where Hyunjin was sitting on the couch on his cell phone.

When he lifted his eyes, he grinned with amusement.

Directly, you stood in front of him with your arms crossed and held out your hand.

"Can I have it back now?"

He took your hand, turned it and kissed the back of it teasingly.

"You're not going to get it back that easily. You'll have to try harder for that."

All right. If he wanted to play like that...

You kept your eyes on him and he looked surprised as you tied your hair up in a ponytail and got down on your knees in front of him. You stroked your fingers slowly over his knee and up his thigh and you could feel his whole body tense at the sight.

You looked him in the eye again, biting your lower lip seductively and stroking the bulge in his pants.

He smiled in anticipation and stroked his fingers down your cheek to your lips, where he pulled your bottom lip down slightly with his thumb and let it rest against your chin.

You leaned forward, enjoying how he was completely absorbed in you. Then you took his index finger and middle finger in your mouth and started sucking on them.

"Shit...", he mumbled aroused and you felt him getting hard under your fingers. Challengingly you let his fingers slide in and out your mouth as you would suck his dick.

"Oh my god...", you heard from the doorway and you both looked to Han who was holding an apple he must have grabbed in the kitchen. You used the moment to stand up, giving Hyunjin one last amused look as he grabbed a pillow to press onto his growing bulge.

Standing before Han, you put your arms around his neck and gave him a peck on the cheek before taking the apple from him, taking a bite, and disappearing into the kitchen.

Han and Hyunjin were left equally perplexed and Hyunjin now gradually realized that this was your sweet revenge.

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Han dropped down next to Hyunjin and looked at him in confusion.

"What happened?"

"I stole her panties at work today, and this is how she's paying me back."

Han had to laugh and looked down at the pillow he was pressing between his legs.

"She got you heated up so easily and then disappeared?", he laughed, trying to snatch the pillow away from Hyunjin, who was desperately trying to fight off Jisungs hands.

"You'll get hard if she just looks your way!", he snapped at him, and you smiled as you heard their bickering all the way into the kitchen.

That's when Chan joined you and hugged you from behind.

„I missed you", he whispered near your ear and you leaned against him and giggled slightly.

„We have just seen each other."

„I know. It was still too long."

He pressed a kiss on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your body so tightly, as if he never wanted to let you go.

„I live with you now. So I have to see your face every day now", you teased him and wiggled your butt at him. You squirmed in his embrace as he lightly began to pinch your side and tickled you with a warm smile.

Quickly he turned you around and pulled you by the face into an exuberant kiss. You melted into the sweet kiss and pressed your chest tight against his.

„Channie don't eat her up on her first evening at the dorm!", Felix voice appeared next to you and you both looked at him with an amused smile.

„Hey, jagi", he said and you loved the new blonde hair on him that he got today.

„Hey Lixie. You look amazing", you said a bit flustered and the smile he gave you, lightened your mood even more.

„Let's get something to eat!", he decided and an hour later you all gathered in the living room to eat your delivered food.

„Jagi, if you want to stay in my bed for the night, I wouldn't say no", Han teased and Changbin looked at him while shaking his head.

„If so she would definitely want to sleep with me", he said.

„Next to you she would have no place in bed", Seungmin said dryly and made you all laugh.

„Absolutely. Bin, you would crush her while you sleep!", Han laughed at him and he drew his eyebrows together.

„With you, she wouldn't get a second of sleep. Cause you'd try to bang her all night!", he shot back.

Chan tried to hide his smile and Felix head rested in your lap, while you listened to them bickering. While you tried to follow the conversation, you stroked Felix's hair and he had meanwhile closed his eyes, humming delightful.

Hyunjin laughed loudly because of Hans outraged face and Jeongin snorted entertained.

"To be clear: Tonight I sleep in my bed. And all alone!", you declared and ended the discussion with that.

->Part 19

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[thewritersaddictions]

Drabbles: (COD) 141: Love Sick

At first, nobody says anything about it. Simon really doesn't remember that he has your lips tattooed into his skin for the rest of his life. It's just part of him, just as you are part of him and his life. It's something he's used to.

The military ball starts it all off. The envelope is in your apartment mailbox, so you saw it, opened it, and read it. The admission wasn't horrible, but that wouldn't be hard. It would convince Simon to get dressed formally and then persuade him to take you. He'd go if the rest of his mystery team was going. Now, here comes the waiting for Simon to come home so you can attack playfully with this new information.

It worked, thankfully. You waited for him to get comfortable. Changing out of his gear and into those sweats that always made you look at his ass and a black tee. Sitting on the couch in his lap, his arms wrapped around your middle, protecting you and keeping you close simultaneously. "Si?" He hums but doesn't take his eyes off the TV screen. "Something came in the mail today." You say, drawing a bit of his attention to you.

"What came in the mail today, honey?" he asks, splitting his attention between the TV and you. It's just an invite to a party that I think we should go to." Simon's brows pinch together. "You think we should go to a party?" he asks. You lean back a bit in his hold and look at him.

"The military ball." You answer, "I think we should go to the military ball." Simon's eyes widen, and his hold loosens. "Honey, I don't like events like that now." You know for a fact that Simon is telling the truth, but there's a part of you that just wants him to agree with you.

He takes you out on a date and shows you off to all of his military buddies. Hopefully, you will meet the man who keeps your man alive and has him return home to you.

It doesn't take much before you look at formal gowns on your phone. Simon isn't upset that you've convinced him to go. "Just wear your mask, Si, please. I really wanna go," you had said sweetly, nuzzling into his strong shoulder. He had only agreed because he couldn't say no to you when you kissed him like you did.

Simon went with you dress shopping. The local bridal store had a great selection to choose from, and it was always nice to have a hunk of a man standing guard. Stacking dresses in his arms, he helped you to the dressing room, and when you came out in that black-and-white formal gown, you wished you could have seen all of Simon's face.

"Look at you." He said as you walked out of your shared bedroom. Your hair pinned up and out of your face. Makeup lightly covers your cheeks and lips. He was just as handsome as you were pretty. A black suit that hugs him muscles in the best ways. He looks absolutely to die for. His blonde hair styled and slick back to keep out of his face, but the mask still overs most of his identifying features. His neck exposed for all to the red inked tattoos of your lips on his neck. He looks branded in a cutest but also hottest way.

"You ready to go dove?" He asks holding out a hand to pull you in close to him. He smells of cedarwood and vanilla, you breath him liking how you fit into his strong arms. "I'm ready Si." You murmur into his chest, and off the two of you go.

Price is the first one to notice the ink on Simon's neck. Price has known Simon for a long time now, so when Simon's attitude took a significant incline, Price could only assume that Simon meant someone great. Price pulls into a smile when he sees your arms interlocked with Simon's. With the doting way Simon looks at you, even from behind a mask, Price can tell that you are everything to him.

He doesn't rush over; he watches instead. Simon grabs drinks for the both of you and keeps a protective guard over you, always touching and keeping you close to him. He's proud of the man that Simon has become and senses that you might have something to do with it. Simons catches his Captain looking and then looks down at you; there are words spoken between you that Price can't hear. But then the two of you walk over to where he stands, "Hi, I've heard so much about you. You must be Captain Price." You say, offering a dainty hand out to shake. He takes it and smiles towards Simon. "You must be the girl that's changing our Simon."

You giggle and clutch onto Simons's bicep, pressing your cheek into the muscle. "I'm gonna see if they have any tiny little sandwiches, okay, Si." You say before turning to walk towards the food littered with food. "Si, huh?" Prices tease, "Where'd you find her?" Price asks, "I'm not sure. She was just there one day after I got home from deployment." Simon says, still looking at you. "Well, I don't think I have to tell you, but don't do anything stupid." Simon nods and shakes his commanding officer's hand before leaving to find his girl.

Soap and Gaz are standing off towards the back of the room. They talk and hold beers when they notice the big, tough guy act that Ghost consistently portrays, but it isn't how he's acting here, and a sweet girl is standing next to him. Kissing on his cheek and playing with his fingers. "What do you think that's about?" Gaz asks Soap; Soap's eyes are boring holes into the two love birds across the room. "I'm not sure, but I think Ghost has found himself a girl. Always thought he wasn't into relationships." Soap answers, and as the two of them talk, they watch Ghost and this dainty woman kiss on each other and touch.

"Why don't you two introduce yourself instead of gawking at them." Price says from behind them, scaring the shit out of both of them. "Oh, I don't think." Before Gaz can finish, they're both being pushed or dragged in Simon's and you's direction. "I think these two have forgotten how to be nice. Now introduce yourself to her." Price says there's a roll of Simons eyes. "Hi, I'm Soap, and this is Gaz." Soap answers. Your face lights up like your kid watching Christmas lights. "Oh, it's so nice to finally meet you all. I told Si that I really wanted to meet all of you. So glad we came now." You say, holding on to Simons's arm firmly.

Before Simon can even get a word edge-wise, Soap has his mouth gaped open and stares at the tattoo on his neck. "New tattoo, Lt." soap teases, and with a roll of Simons's eyes, he doesn't even answer him. "Oh, do you like them? Si got them just for me. He's got a few more." Simon's eyes go wide at the truth coming out. Airing his dirty laundry out for his whole team to see. "Oh, does he know? You'll have to tell us all about them, lass." There's a heavy sigh heard as Soap and Gaz whisk you away to talk.

Leaving just Simon and Price standing there with bottles of beer in their hands. "You should have known this was gonna happen." Price says softly, chuckling at the way Simons shakes his head. "I told her I didn't wanna go, but she's so hard to deny." There's a permanent smile on Simons's face, even if the mask hides it. Price can see it clear as day. "Well, maybe you should go save her before Soap and Gaz take her away and use her against you."

Completed on: 03/27/24

Posted on: 03/29/24

COD- @youdidntseemehere21

[bump1nthen1ght]

Playing His Game (M!Orc x F!Reader) Part 2

Pairing: Male!Orc x Female! Reader

Warnings: Explicit content under the cut (18+ ONLY), degradation

Request: Would you do a part two for Gramus the orc and the female reader? Like an established relationship but still the same kind of nsfw?

Six months in, you think you and Gramus are officially out of the honeymoon phase.

Don’t misunderstand, the relationship is still amazing, the two of you are still very much obsessed with each other. Conversations aren’t dull, the dates haven’t stopped, and you even discovered you have similar habits of living! This isn’t that slump where he finds out your breath smells rank in the morning or you find out he doesn’t know how to wash whisks and genuinely some magic is lost. No, things are just a little different now.

7 months ago, you’d be opening your door in a sexy outfit, hair done and makeup freshly immaculate, trying to bend the sexiest way possible to get your hot neighbors attention. Now, you’re in one of his big shirts and your comfiest Monday™️ underwear, watching him do the dishes as you sip on a rootbeer float.(He once said he hadn’t drank one since he was 7. You try to make them every date night) Your hair is half-messy, your face is nowhere near camera ready, but damn do you feel hot. And maybe its because you just ate a delicious dinner and don’t have to clean, or because your fine-ass boyfriend is wearing those work pants that fit him just right, but you are unabashadly horny in this moment.

Its why you tip-tap your fingers around his back and onto his stomach, pressing your braless chest against him and taking a deep sniff of his shirt. Gramus chuckles, one hand leaving the dishes to pat your arm.

“What are you doing, love?”

His voice is so deep, always so soft. You love it, but you love it even more when it gets rough.

“Nothing.” You mumble into his tshirt, still rubbing circles into his toned stomach. The mischievous smile on your face says otherwise. “Is it illegal for me to hug my boyfriend?”

“No.” He laughs again, rubbing the back of your palm as he runs a mixing spoon under water. “But you’re a naughty girl, so you always have something up your sleeve.”

“Thats a bold accusation, sir.” You say, giggling into his back. “What proof could you possible have?”

“Well, one of your hands is playing with my waistband, for one.” You laugh again, snapping the fabric of his shorts against him. “And the fact that we had sex 3 times last night, yet you’re still hungry for more.”

“What can I say,” You press a kiss into his back muscles, “I find it hard to control myself around my sexy ass boyfriend. Is that a crime…” You intentionally slow your voice, trying to sound as sultry as possible, “Officer?”

“No,” Gramus wraps a hand around your wrist and, in one quick moment, has flipped you both around, your back now pressed against the counter as he smirks over you, “But I don’t like your attitude, slut.” Gramus other hand comes up and grabs yoru jaw, forcing you to look him right in the eye. The dishes lay forgotten behind you, Gramus mouthing the question “Green?” as his thumb rubs across your cheek.

You nod, licking your lips before pretending to struggle in his grip. “I guess you’ll have to correct my behavior, sir. If you can handle me.” You quickly yank your wrist out of his hand, trying to use his gentleness against him and take off toward your bedroom. But Gramus is used to your naughty tricks by now, pivoting your inertia to a nearby cabinet and slamming you (as sweetly as possible) up against it. He uses his body weight to press down and keep you still, though you fretfully play-struggle some more. He kisses his teeth, chiding your failed attempt.

“Nice try, but you’re gonna have to use more of those whore brain cells of yours to get passed me.” Using his forearm, Gramus keeps you pressed against the cabinet while he reaches down and undoes his belt. The clink of it falling to the ground sends goosebumps down your arms, a familiar slickness pooling in your sweatpants. “Now, I expect you to make up for your insurbordination. Maybe I’ll be genereous and even fuck you after.” Gramus doesn’t need any force to push you down on your knees, your mouth already salivating at the prominent bulge in his pants. Those blue boxer briefs you got him the other day strain in between his open fly, making you wet your lips.

“I guess I have to work extra hard.” You pout, looking up at him with all the sluttiness in your arsenal. “After all, that cock looks really big.”

“Damn right, bitch.” Gramus digs his hand into your hair and yanks you forward, shuffling down his underwear and stroking his cock twice. The tip of it taps your lips and you can’t fight the urge to lap at the leaking slit. Gramus’ thumb yanks open your bottom lip, slapping his head against your eager tongue. “That’s right, down on your knees. Where you belong.”

Despite his brutal words, Gramus gently slides his cock down your throat. He waits for your eyes to widen and your head to nod before he slides deeper and deeper, trying not to trigger your gag reflex.

Such a softie. You think, wondering how you became so lucky to have him.

Gramus always makes the cutest faces during blowjobs. His closes his eyes and scrunches up his nose. Even when his big hands yank on your hair or his hips fuck into your face, you can’t help but think he looks so damn adorable.

Drool slips down your jaw as Gramus slots himself into your mouth all the way to the base. You give yourself an imaginary pat on the back as Gramus begins gently thrusting. He curses under his breath.

“Fuck, I love this mouth.” Gramus pants, rubbing his thumb across your jaw. “You know how to make me feel good, huh? Fucking whore.” Gramus gently slaps your cheek, just enough to make a sound but not enough to actually hurt. He mouths a timid “Green?” again, to which you nod. He could honestly hit your harder, but you know he prefers not to risk it.

Balls slap against your chin as Gramus picks up the pace, pulling the hand away from your face and leaning it against the countertop. The leverage allows him to move his hips even further, to pound the back of your throat. The gargle of cock in your mouth combined with Gramus grunts make your pussy ache. You decide to sneak one of your hands up his leg while the other goes down to your cunt. The schlick of your wetness is obvious, obvious enough to make Gramus chuckle.

“You’re such a cock-hungry bitch, huh? I’ve barely touched you and you’re already soaked.” You don’t rebut, instead using your tongue to lick up and down Gramus cock as it goes in out of your mouth. The countertop squeaks from Gramus nails clawing across them. He licks his chapped lips. “Probably want my cum huh? You’d probably swallow if I shot my load down your throat, wouldn’t you?” You nod eagerly, looking so debauched with bruised lips. Gramus smirks, but surprises you when he abruptly pulls out, leaving you gasping. He yanks on your hair, forcing you to stand and leave your pussy unattended. Panting, you look up at him with wide eyes. “Too bad I make the decisions around here.”

Gramus easily turns you around and bends you over the counter. He rips down your shorts with a single hand as he strokes his cock, whistling as he spreads open your pussy lips with two fingers. “Gods be damned, you are wet.” You don’t need assistance in opening your legs, Gramus easily sliding his dick across your wet folds, just catching on your clit. “I guess it’s for the best, wouldn’t want to break you. Though,” Between words Gramus shoves his cock to the hit inside you, stralignt he breath out of your chest, “ I bet you’d like that.”

While you’d typically respond with some snarky banter to keep the roleplay im lime, you find all you're capable of is a whimper as Gramus begins pounding your cunt. His calloused hands dig into your hips as he pulls you back onto his pelvis, nails leaving small half-moons on the skin. He slaps your ass hard and fast, pawing at the curve before hitting it again. You can only imagine how he throws his head hack, grunting with each hump, as your face is pressed into the cool countertop.

Gramus cock brutalizes your g-spot, his sweaty balls slapping against your clit with every thrust. The burn of his thick dick stretching you open makes your toes curl, some drool leaking out of your open mouth. Sparks fly up and down your abdomen and you know your lower back is gonna hurt tomorrow.

“F-fuck.” A throaty purr comes from Gramus mouths, slapping your ass again. He’s told you once before that he loves the way it jiggles, that it almost makes him cum every time. You wiggle your hips and push them onto his pelvis, getting another groan and a slap to your ass cheek. “Cheeky little thing.” He mutters under his breath.

“You know you l-love it.” You stutter, finally getting enough wits about you to back talk. But with drool all down the side of your flushed face, you doubt it's very intimidating.

“Damn right I do. Shit!” The knot in your abdomen winds tighter and tighter, Gramus flurried hips telling you that he’s also getting close. A thick palm circles around and grabs you by the throat, pulling you up while arching your back. “Say my name.” Gramus whispers in your ear, the pads of his fingers digging into your jugular. “Scream it.”

With your pussy clenching and your cervix as sore as it is, you doubt you could do anything but scream.

“Gramus! Gramus!” You yell, that knot finally snapping. Gramus shouts another “Fuck!” As your pussy puts him a vice grip, giving a couple more stuttered thrusts before cumming inside you.

You collapse onto the counter, your heavy breath fogging up the cool top. You can feel Gramus sweat dripping down onto your back, his head now laid in between your should blades as he catches his breath. A trickle of his cum runs down you legs, leaving a warm feeling in your gut.

“Damn,” Gramus mumbles into you back. “I forgot about the pans on the stove top.”

You sluggishly turn your head to the left, seeing the messy pot you used for spaghetti sauce tonight’s dinner. You chuckle.

“Sorry, I guess I was too distracting, huh?”

Gramus press a kiss into the center of your back, pulling his softened cock out of you.

“Trust me, it was a welcome distraction.”

Gramus presses another soft kiss to your lips, pulling up his pants and redoing his belt. He then runs a paper towel under hot water and begins wiping away at your legs, cleaning off the slow drying cum. A warm hand rubs your lower back.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

You sigh, shimmying up your underwear.

“Nope,” You give Gramus a peck in the cheek. “I think that was just right.”

[celebtf]

Dressed in Style(s)

It was a late Friday and I sat down in my apartment on the East side. I scrolled the feed on Instagram, when I saw the post

I found Harry so hot, the tattoos, the hair, the muscles, the attitude. It's not that I'm in love with him, I wanted to be him, have his life.

I scrolled om Harry's Instagram and saw that he had a show in my City tonight, I didn't have a ticket obviously but that hasn't stopped me before. I packed a little bag, took my car-keys and jacket and went down to my car and started driving down town to the stadium.

I finally arrived at the stadium and now I only needed to access Harry's lounge, it was still in the afternoon so the Rehearsal for tonights show was still running. I saw a crew jacket and a hat " This is my chance " I said for myself, I put the jacket and hat on and started the search for Harry's lounge where I would hide till he was done with Rehearsal. After some time searching I found his room, the clothes were put on a hanger, some makeup was on the table, some hairproducts too, some water for tonights show " I can get used to thks " I said and laughed.

1 hour goes by and I hear somebody's coming so I hide behind the door. The door open and it's Harry himself entering his lounge, all tired and sweaty from Rehearsal. This was my chance, I slowly locked the door very quietly, I grabbed my bag and take out the handcuffs and ballgag i packed earlier and I jump on to Harry's back when he was facing away.

" Hey, who are you, stop that " Harry said but I was fast and put the Handcuffs on him " I'm sorry Harry, I just want your life so much, you have the money, fame, boys and girls drooling.. I want that, and it's okay nobody will notice you're away anyways ".

I put Harry on his knees and ordered him to start sucking on my dick " Yes Harry, you suck dick so good " I had my hand in his hair and started pushing deeper, the sound of Harry chocking was like music for my ears.

I grabbed Harry from the floor and placed him over the table with the mirror, I wanted him to see this next part. I put the ballgag in his mouth, pulled down his pants and started entering his tight ass " Oooh Harry you're so tight, I love it " .... as I was fucking his ass I started to see my hands grow bigger and tattoos started to appear, arms started to grow bigger and I got more muscular and more tattoos appeared. My hair grew longer and darker and my dick grew a few inches too. I force Harry too look up in the mirror " Look Harry " my voice came out deeper and with a brittish accent, The shock on Harry's face, there in the mirror was Harry Styles fucking Harry Styles. " How does it feel to be fucked by your own dick Harry ?" I asked him inbetween the moans. I shot a few thique loads in Harry's ass and then put Harry on his knees again and took out the Ballgag.

I could see Harry's hair started to lighten and getting shorter, arms got Skinnier and the tattoos disappering and he got shorter too. Harry was now a copy my old self

I took my new phone and I called Steve my Manager " Hey Steve, It's Harry I have a naked Intruder in my room, can you send somebody " . Steve came and took the Old harry away and I went out on stage of 60,000 people and and nobody suspected a thing. After the show I went backstage and Jerked infront of the same mirror, looking at my new body.

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Hey I'm new to this Writing thing, English is not my first Language, so I'm sorry for spelling and grammar errors. I hope you liked this story and want to see more of them

[bihanspookies]

Kasiya

Name: Kasiya (Ka-sigh-ah)

Age: Unknown (prev timeline)/ 23 (current timeline mk1)

Birthplace: Garden of Lotós

Race: Deity

Birthday: March 19 (first day of spring)

Hair: Dark brown

Eyes: Amber (pure black when using her power)

Skin Tone: Caramel

Distinguishing Features: Looks like crows feet but it’s actually roots near her eyes that will increase in length the more she uses her power.

Languages: All

Height: 5’7

Build: Slim, some muscle but not much since her main fighting style is with plants. Can do basic hand to hand combat but can be overpowered.

Scars: None

Jewelry: one on each lobe, her pendant, arm bands.

Tattoos: None. Does however have roots in the center of her back.

Makeup: Soft colors when wearing makeup

Eyeshadow: gold/brown, shimmery

Lips: soft pinks and browns

Clothes: Dresses with darker shades (blue, green, brown), gold accents. Has a lot of Greek goddess inspo.

Family: Cetrion (Mother/Creator), Kronika (Technical grandmother)

Nicknames: Sweetheart (Kung Lao current timeline), Goddess, Divine One (Kung Lao prev timeline) Siya (Raiden current timeline)

Likes: Nature, animals (specifically frogs), tea, swimming

Dislikes: People disrespecting nature, Shinnok, Kronika, Cetrion (later)

Fighting Style: Not particularly any style, moves gracefully as if she’s dancing, most of her moves are long ranged due to her powers. Not very good at hand to hand, defends more than attacks prefers long distance.

Powers and Abilities: Botanokinesis, mushroom manipulation, Life Transference.

Personality: She is friendly and good hearted but also dedicated to her duty. She is also serious, mature, and not one to stray away from her responsibilities. She’s carefree at heart but unfortunately does not get many opportunities to showcase it due to her obligations.

History: Crafted from nature’s flora, Kasiya is a creation by Cetrion as a means to help souls cross from Earthrealm to the Heavens like Kharon does for the souls that go to the Netherrealm.

Kasiya has been a part of MK universe since the beginning but did not make an official appearance until the second timeline (MK9).

In MK9 she mainly watches the spectacle from the Garden of Lotós, speaking with Raiden when he seeks her help since The Elder Gods are doing nothing to stop Shao Kahn. At this time, she is still very loyal to Cetrion but starts to question her mother and Kronika’s behavior and attitude towards the events circulating.

When Kung Lao is killed, she is absolutely devastated but knows she cannot interfere due to her status as a deity and risk a severe punishment from Cetrion. She reluctantly continues to watch from her home, up until several of the Earthrealm Champions are killed by Sindel. She confronts Cetrion to put a stop to this before more lives are lost but again, Cetrion only silences her and says that they are Gods and cannot do anything until Shao Kahn breaks the rules of Mortal Kombat. The rest of the events unfold and Kasiya is left heartbroken and in an emotional turmoil. This is also when she starts to feel lost in who she is and where she starts her journey into becoming astray.

In MKX (before the 20 year timeskip), Kasiya speaks more with Raiden along with Johnny Cage and Sonya Blade. While she still hasn’t left her home yet, she does speak with them via her fytó stámnas (pitcher plant). Just like before, she attempts to tell Cetrion of her brother, Shinnok, and the chaos he is causing upon Earthrealm. Again she is disregarded, warned that if she were to continue speaking with Raiden or his champions, there would be dire consequences. Kasiya obeys long enough to get her mother off her back, returning to talking with Raiden and attempting to help him in any way she can from her home. Throughout the story she tries to speak with Revenant Kung Lao to get him to change and to stop working for Quan Chi (even though she knows his sorcery is nearly impossible to break.)

After Shinnok is defeated, she sees how the darkness starts to overtake Raiden, Kasiya trying one more desperate attempt to get her mother to speak with Kronika. She is brushed aside immediately, being told that everything is going the way it is supposed to by Kronika's hand.

MK11 is when Kasiya truly steps into action, knowing about Kronika’s place to restart time for The New Era. While she fears what this truly meant, there was a sliver of hope in her that she would be reunited with Kung Lao once again.

When the Outworld and Earthrealm champions arrive at the Koliseum, she does not interfere when the fight breaks out. When Raiden, Liu Kang, and Kung Lao leave to Earthrealm and are at the Special Forces, she makes the decision right then and there to go against her mother and Kronika. She shows up at the base, reuniting with Kung Lao and Liu Kang and also informing them of their revenant counterparts.

While the reunion was short lived, Kasiya informs them that she cannot join them on their journey to the Wu Shi Temple, saying that she will be returning to the Garden of Lotós to keep an eye on things from above. Throughout the story she informs Raiden and the others about what Kronika is doing, warning them to be careful and to proceed with caution.

Before the final battle, Cetrion confronts Kasiya and gives her one final chance to stop what she is doing and join her and Kronika. Kasiya refuses, claiming she wishes to fight alongside Earthrealm. A fight ensues and although she nearly loses her life, at the last second Cetrion spares her and captures her to take to Kronika’s Keep. There she forces Kasiya to assist with the hourglass, having her watch helplessly as Liu Kang fights the Revenants and then eventually Cetrion. She aids Liu Kang when he attempts to reason with her mother, saying that even she knows that what Kronika is doing is wrong. When that proves futile, Cetrion makes Kasiya sacrifice herself to Kronika, followed by herself after.

The final fight begins and when Liu Kang wins and is made The Keeper of Time, Liu Kang reverses time to bring Kasiya back, allowing her to choose her destiny. She opts to be with Kung Lao but also chooses to remain as the ferrywoman in the Garden of Lotós.

In Aftermath she retains her memories and everything relatively plays the same except prior to the final battle when Kasiya fights her mother, she wins. She leaves and joins the fight alongside Earthrealm, aiding Kung Lao on the ship he occupies.

When Shao Kahn throws him overboard, Kasiya does not hesitate to go after him. After realizing the extent of his injuries, she decides to give her life to him, realizing just how much she truly loves him. Kung Lao attempts to stop her, despite being weak and having no strength. As they share their final kiss, she passes in his arms, claiming that he has been her ‘greatest adventure’. He takes her empty pendant and the rest of the story plays as normal.

Prior to the events of MK1, Liu Kang gives Kasiya the life she always desired; to be free of her duties and to have a normal life. In MK1 she is reincarnated as a human, adopted by Madam Bo and waitressing at her restaurant where she is childhood friends with Raiden and Kung Lao.

Fun Facts:

— While Kharon is immortal, she is not. She wears a pendant around her neck that holds her life and if the magic inside is ever depleted fully or if the pendant breaks, she will die. Another thing to note is that unlike her mother Cetrion, if she were to die it would not be permanent.

— Kasiya and Kung Lao have always been together in one way or another, but it always ends with Kung Lao dying in every reincarnation/timeline. He never remembers her but she always remembers him since she has always been one but he’s been many versions. In MK9 their relationship is mainly off screen but it’s only until after his death when you learn that they were together.

— Just like the Sea of Blood in the Netherrealm, the Garden of Lotós is a place that can be accessed via portal. While not directly in Heaven, there are stairs and a sea a soul must cross in order to pass on.

— Because it is only accessible via portals, Kung Lao is given a special ring that allows him to come and go as he pleases.

— Their relationship is mostly a secret, those who only know are Raiden and Liu Kang (prev timelines). They are not officially together in MK1.

Thank you to @luna-di-fuoco and @malicedragoness for helping me with tidbits 🥺

[negansbackdoorwhore]

Crazy About You

Summary: Sharkey a mobster wants you and you’re hesitant of his offer, because of his dark side

Warnings: possessive behavior, violence, angst, swearing

Sharkey caught your attention at a club with his slicked back hair and all black suit. Especially all the tattoos on his body. You felt too scared to approach him but he was the one to make the first move.

As soon as he lead you to the dance floor it was history. Sharkey has been dead set on making you his woman and yet you pulled away. You knew what his tattoos meant and what he did in those business meetings. He was dangerous. But he never stopped taking you out and having you stay with him a few nights a week. You could never resist him with how persuasive and charming he was. So now you were laying beside him in bed as he was talking about his day.

“Be my wife.”

“We’ve been over this already. I can’t.”

“C’mon Princess. No one else out there can give you things I can. Nor can anyone give you the love I can.”

You sighed deeply and sat up straight rubbing your arm. He knew how his words were like sweet honey and his touch was so addictive.

“I need time to think. Can you give me a week alone to process?”

“Anything for you.”

He kissed your lips and held you for the remainder of the evening. You left soon after and took time to think over this. You’ve been seeing him for almost a year and he made good points. But you needed a second opinion. You invited your friend Dax to a dinner to discuss the predicament. It was a nicer one uptown and you were dressed up a bit to fit in. A simple black dress and a pair of black wedges. You adorned plain makeup and curled your hair. Dax did the same with a plan button up and slacks.

Upon meeting up you shared your news and Dax immediately started to cheer. It was exciting in a way but you still felt nervous. In mid sentence you stopped speaking when seeing Sharkey and his crew walking in.

“You okay girlie?” Dax asked while reaching to touch your hand. You felt him squeeze your fingers and thought it was bad.

“Don’t do that!” You snatched away and looked at Sharkey sitting at a booth. He was too focused on his conversation to notice you and it made you feel more at ease. You sighed in relief and continued on with the conversation. As you were in mid sentence, a waiter came over with a beautiful looking dessert and placed it in front of you.

“Oh, we didn’t order this.”

“It’s from the gentleman at the booth.” The waiter pointed toward Sharkey and he was smiling a dark kind of smile. You felt your heart sink and Dax was just confused.

“You okay?”

“It’s fine. It’s getting late, let’s pay and go.” Dax followed and as soon as you were about to leave until being stopped at the door. It was Paul, Sharkey’s main muscle.

“Y/N! Why don’t you ditch this guy and our party there.”

“What? She’s not doing that.”

Dax tried to defend but you told him to go home. You didn’t want to cause a scene in public. It’s happened many times before with Sharkey beating up anyone who got out of line and especially anyone who fucked with you. Paul brought you to the booth and Sharkey motioned you to sit beside him. His hand resting on your thigh the whole time.

You didn’t pay attention their conversation and felt nervous when it came time to leave. You arrived to Sharkey’s and he hasn’t said much since leaving the restaurant. He lead you inside and the air felt so tense that it was hard to breathe.

“Wasn’t expecting to see you there.” He spoke up. You sighed as you started to remove your shoes.

“Before you say anything else, it’s not what you think.”

“So you know what I think?” You were already getting irritated at his attitude.

“Yeah I know you well enough to know that you felt jealous.” He shook his head and ran his hand to slick his hair back.

“Sharkey, I love you. You think I’d go out and hurt you like that?”

“No. I just can’t stand seeing you with anyone else.”

“You sound crazy.” He frowned as he turned to you and took a hold of your arm.

“You don’t understand what this does to me. I feel like you just don’t get it sometimes. But you will.” You felt fear and he was dragging you outside.

“I want you to understand, actions have consequences.” It was freezing outside and you saw a couple guys in the distant. Dread filled your body seeing those men beating up your friend Dax. You wanted to rush to his side to stop them but Sharkey held your waist to keep you there.

“Sharkey! Stop them right now! It’s not his fault but mine you bastard!” He didn’t even respond and started pulling you back inside. You tried to fight him but it was pointless. He shoved you into his threshold but you immediately try to his chest. He shoved you back and pinned you to down on the couch.

“You didn’t have to do that you brute! He was just a friend!” You say tears roll down your cheeks and he was holding you down.

“How was I supposed to know? You know how I get, so why would you try to hide it.”

“You’re crazy, you know that. I would’ve told you if you just let me come to you.” He frowned and released your hands, you curl up under him as you cried.

“I was going to marry you but if you can’t change, then I won’t see you anymore.” He bit his cheek and let out a string of swears. He stood up and ran his hands over his face. He groaned out of frustration as he reached to hold your hand.

“Go to bed. I’ll be there in a minute.” You’d rather run out but you submitted by your body carrying you to his bedroom. You lay on top of comforter and holding tightly to a decorative pillow. Shortly, Sharkey was entering the room and stripping down to boxers. You ignored him as he tried to hold you but you moved away. He gave up after a few minutes and turned away from you.

-

You woke up in the late morning with Sharkey laying next to you scrolling on his phone. He looked to see you opening your eyes.

“Morning.”

“Morning asshat.” He giggled and ran his hand through his hair.

“I guess that’s deserved.”

“Look, I’m sorry Princess. I’m really sorry.” You rolled your eyes as he started his spill.

“Save it. I need some space.” You make your exit and could feel Sharkey’s demeanor of sadness before walking out.

[gaymoustache]

Oh my god ive always wanted to read a groupie harry fic 😣 if you ever feel like sharing/posting a snippet please do!! 🤍 (happy holidays!)

Hello! Sorry for late response. I didn’t know sharing snippets was a thing but I can absolutely post a scene as a sneak peek. Hope you all wrapped up 2022 nicely. This new fic I’m writing joins a few things I’ve wanted to explore. First, Harry’s character is trans and may be transitioning; because it is the 70s U.S. in this fic, there are different terminologies and attitudes. Louis is Americanized (from somewhere in Appalachia). So far I’ve been really liking how the characters interact with one another. It’s technically enemies to lovers but I’m not good at making people seem like they hate each other. Here is a draft of a scene I’ve written so far. And yes, other scenes will be more interesting than this. Let me know what you think in my inbox, or message me!

Roadie Louis, Groupie Harry

When the roadies finish unpacking before the show, Louis steps into an alley for a cigarette, wanting the fresh, rain soaked air of Chicago. The asphalt soaks the bottom of his soles, leather cowboy boots he bought the last time the band was in Arizona. He shakes his lighter, but in the windy rain it’s shot, barely sparking a flame.

“Shit,” he mutters, turning back to the door. He worms his arm under his sweaty shirt, up to his mouth to see if it would shield his cig from the wind, mindlessly trying to kick the door open. But the pointy toe of his boot kicks out the doorstop, and before he can move inside it slams shut, the only way inside cut off.

“Um,” he hears, an awkward chime. “Do you need a light?”

Glancing over his shoulder, he sees Harry with a heeled shoe kicked up against the brick wall like the first time he ever saw her, leaning against the building, clearly bored. Louis figures she’s waiting around for the band, with nothing else to do after getting ready for them. And she’s dolled up. Makeup and fancy hair like it’s an occasion, seeing a show in Chicago. Like this is the gig she was waiting for.

Louis realizes he must seem pretty judgmental, ornery eyes narrowing at Harry. At her paisley wrap blouse, at her miniskirt. Then he remembers he does need a light, and that he ought to be nice enough to get one out of her. Kind stranger.

“Yeah, wouldja mind, doll?”

“I wouldn’t,” Harry answere easily, sticking her cigarette to her lip to reach down into her platform boots.

Out she pulls an old-fashioned lighter, windproof metal. She clicks it open with a strong thumb, pressing it down to reveal the light. Louis holds out the end of his cigarette to it, lighting it until it puffs and he can feel the slightest burn at the back of his throat. It smells like butane and wet rain, but the awning and fire escapes somehow keep them dry.

“Thanks,” Louis says, a beat too late. Harry just nods, quiet, dragging on her own, looking down at the asphalt.

Louis has no choice but to look at her, with her oversized suede coat boxing her figure in. She’s demure, her only trace of masculinity hiding itself in the hair above her lip, the muscles in her thighs. Her platform boots weigh her down, and yet— she has the ability to hold herself like she weighs nothing.

“So are you like a— don’t take no offense to this, but are you a transvestite?”

Harry doesn’t seem fazed by the question, blinking down at the rain covered asphalt of the alley. Between them, a large plunk of rainwater falls from the grates of the fire escape, hitting the ground with a splash. Harry steps a half-inch away from it.

“I guess… if that’s your name for it then I guess so.” She shrugs, and where her jacket slips off her shoulders, he can see the softness of her broad shoulder in the evening light. Freckles brush the tops of her arms from summer, the same that sprinkle over her nose, barely noticeable. Louis reckons he’d be able to see them better if she didn’t wear makeup. If she wasn’t moving all the time, he’d sneak a look every once in a while. She’s turning towards the door, back to the alley, blinking down at Louis. Right in his eyes.

“Is that what you think I am?”

Louis looks at her, taking a slow drag, holding in the smoke for a moment before blowing it up into the sky. He watches the smoke feather through the grates of the fire escape, then when it’s all gone, says, “I can't decide that for you. That’s like tellin’ a horse it’s a cow ‘cause it don’t run.”

Harry just looks at him, somewhat suspicious, painted eyelids hooded. Blue eyeshadow, dark green mascara. The way she looks, she’s nothing like the other girls Louis has seen come around. Not at all.

And that means something, but Louis frankly doesn’t want to admit it. Can't stand how it’s been years and years of being indifferent towards all the sweet, provocative ladies that hang around the band members. All it takes is one with cropped hair and a broad, flat torso for him to change his mind.

“What,” Louis starts, always hating how silence like this drives him crazy, “what exactly are you gaining from all this? All this, following a mediocre band around. Why do you do that?”

Harry giggles around her cigarette, looking out at the alley. “I’ve got nothing better to do, Louis.”

Her accent softens around the edges, the same way her smile does. She tucks her chin slightly in her neck, a finger tapping out the ashes of her cigarette in Louis’s periphery. He can hardly notice it, because she’s looking at him, giving him the same eyes he’d seen before. When she makes faces at Earl, curled up beside him on the couch with those long legs thrown over his lap.

Louis shakes his head, moving a step back from her. After this, there’s no need for them to ever speak again. You go your way, and I’ll go mine. An early morning chauffeur to Chicago and a spare lighter means nothing, because Louis doesn’t fuck groupies.

[bbraefairy]

ONLY FOR YOU ( 𝙗𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙘 )

where rachel and garfield are neighbors

WARNINGS: 18+ characters, smut, profanity, toxic relationships, light angst !

𝐂𝐇 𝟏: 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑

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“Oh, so you’re finally picking up my call.” a voice over the phone snarled.

“What could you possibly want me for, now, Ace?” Rachel receives her call.

Rachel is sitting on her bed. The shade of evening dismissed the brilliance of the day, and Rachel was preparing to go out. The summer dusk contrasted with her light skin and the outlines of her physique.

“Don’t give me attitude, you’re the one that missed two of my calls.”

“I was in the shower. You shouldn’t be talking, I barely hear from you for about three days if I am not the first one to text you.”

“The problem is you’re too goddamn insecure, and I don’t have the time to deal with that.” Ace responds sourly.

“How is me checking in on you being insecure? If anything, it’s you lacking communication.”

“I told you, I’m busy with work.”

“You’re always busy. Out of the twenty four hours of the day, you can’t take two seconds to say something? Not even a “hi”? A busy man you are. You’re not the only one with a personal life, I hope you realize that.”

“Whatever. Anyway, I’m gonna send you about four hundred dollars in a second. And, maybe we can meet up in about an hour?”

“Babe, I don’t care about the money, I want you. You’re always sending me money, or buying me things, but you’re what matters to me most.  It’s really nice that you do these things, but you’re what I want. What I need.”

“Damn, at least be grateful I’m giving you something.”

Rachel closes her eyes, lets out a deep sigh.

“Ace, I can’t do this with you right now. I have somewhere to be in about five minutes.” the girl states.

“Where are you going?”

“My neighbor’s. They’re inviting us over for dinner.”

“I see. You jus’ be doing your own fuckin’ thing.”

“I’m so tired of you!” Rachel shouted, a film of heat entering her cheeks. “You only want me around when it’s beneficial to you. I’m getting sick of all of the phases you are putting me through of wanting me whenever you feel like it. But when I make up my mind that I can’t put up with your crap anymore, and revolve my life around your half-assed plans, that’s a problem!? You can miss me with that shit, to be honest.” Rachel ends the call with a click of her finger.

She exhales again, walking over to her mirror which was lit from her night lamp. 

Rachel sports a grey, bodycon dress, under a black, leather jacket that stops right above her knees. She has on fishnet stockings, and black combat boots.

She tucks her short, violet hair behind her ear, right behind her bar piercing. She applies a few strokes of mascara to her lush eyelashes. Rachel finishes her natural makeup look, and hopes that will be a decent facade to hide the hell she’s living through.

Within a short while, Rachel and her parents arrived next door.

The house had a dark green door, one that was unique in the complex. The door opens, and a young man appears. 

His complexion is tanned, and his eyes were a tealish-green. His long, brown hair, which had dark green highlights, was coiled back into a man bun. A thick-jagged scar runs from the middle of his forehead, to the top of his left eyebrow. His muscles tone through the fabric of his graphic t-shirt, and to follow are dark jeans and a pair of Vans. Additionally, a few tattoos were etched on his arms.

His mouth is bent into a kind smile, “Good Evenin’, name’s Garfield. Garfield Logan. Nice to meet ya.” 

“Hello, I’m Mrs. Roth, but you can call me Arella. A pleasure to meet you.” Rachel’s purple-eyed, gentle mother shook Garfield’s hand.

“Mista Roth, I go by Tony.” the ravenette, hearty father addressed with a handshake.

“And I’m their daughter, Rachel.” her amethyst gaze scrapes against his teal. 

He feels tension as Rachel greets him, but doesn’t mind it much at first. Maybe she was just shy.

The Roth’s greet the other residents of the household, who are Marie, Garfield’s mother, and Graham, Garfield’s older brother.

Marie has blonde hair, warm, blue eyes, and was average height. Graham, was about six feet tall, with a close resemblance to his brother.

“Here, have a seat and make yourselves at home. Thank you for spending the evening with us.” Marie’s mouth angles into a charmed smile as she escorts the guests to the dining area.

The Logan’s interior was comfortable, yet elegant. Chandeliers, paintings on the walls, freshly mopped wooden floors, marble counters, delicately expensive furniture.

On the dining area table were portions of appetizers, the main courses, desserts, and drinks.

“No, thank you,” Arella grins, sitting down. “Thank you for having us.”

“A pleasure.” Marie responds.

Everyone starts to put food on their desired plate, eat, and a discussion begins.

“So, how do you guys like Jump City so far? I know it’s only been a couple of days, but hopefully you all have found something nice about it.” Mrs. Logan laughs lightly.

“Over here is a lot better than the last town we lived in. Big space for a small sales price.” Mr. Roth asserts.

“That’s how we like it.” Mrs. Roth chimed in. “The last place we had, we had hostile landlords, always had to hustle for parking, the houses were so packed on top of each other. Plus, the neighborhood wasn’t all that friendly, so it was a tough place to like. But, this, we’ve liked a lot more so far. We’re gonna love it here.”

Marie states, “I am so sorry to hear about that experience you all had. I really hope you do enjoy your new home and what the town has to offer. If you need any help with anything, like finding stores and things like that, we are more than glad to help.”

“What she said.” Graham lazily joins.

Rachel and Garfield happened to be sitting next to each other. Rachel was left handed, and Garfield was right handed. He accidentally nudged his hand against hers while gathering a forkful.  

“I’m sorry.” he whispered shyly. 

“It’s fine.” came Rachel’s bothered reply.

He sighed.

“Do you mind passing me the lemonade?” Rachel asked.

“Sure thing,” he stretches to the jar, hands it over to Rachel.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” he pauses before continuing, “I’m not a big fan of lemonade, so knock yourself out. Even if I was, it’s only etiquette for you to have as much as you want.”

“How come you don’t like lemonade? It’s sweet and refreshing, and perfect for the summer.”

“I don’t really like juices with pulp in them. Lemonade, orange juice. Well, if I drink orange juice, it’ll be pulp free.” he declares.

“Fair enough.” 

“Mhm. So, what’s got you all the way on this side of town?”

“We needed bigger, and better. Plus, my dad got a new job, and this area was suitable for the distance.”

“Gotchya,” Garfield’s tone was friendly.

“Hope you have a blast. Don’t be like me and get tired of everyone on the block. I mean, I’ve been here for years, so it’s only fair, right?” 

The corner of Rachel’s mouth arches up, “Give or take.”

“Got any plans for the summer?” he questions, gulping down some iced fruit punch.

“Settling in. I applied for a job, which I am starting next week. Hopefully I can find a library to hang out in on occasion. Nothing much besides that. How about you?”

Slowly but surely, Rachel was becoming less tense.

“Ah, I’m chillin’. Just knocked out another year of college, fixin’ up cars and motorcycles per usual.”

“Oh, so you’re a mechanic?”

“Not quite. I just kinda have it as a hobby, but I’m hopin’ to turn it into a career.”

“That’s valid.”

After several more minutes, the families finish their meal. They all engaged in a hearty conversation with one another while having a scrumptious meal. 

The Roth’s get ready to leave, having a fond sensation for their new neighbors.

“It was a pleasure having you all, and you are always welcome to come back if you’d like.” Marie opened the green front door for the Roth’s.

“Please, Marie, thank you for dinner, the advice, and the hospitality. Your sons are sweethearts, too.” Mrs. Roth says.

“That apple crumb pie was delicious, you have a strong baker’s hand, Marie.” Tony states with a bellowed chuckle.

“Oh, it’s no biggie.”

“Thank you for everything, Mrs. Logan, Graham, and Garfield.” Rachel waves.

“No prob, Rachel. It was nice havin’ ya over, you’re good company.” Garfield’s face softens, and he smiles faintly at the girl.

Rachel tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, her shy eyes trace away from his.

“You, too. Have a good night.” Rachel begins to walk away.

“Wait, Rachel.” Garfield calls to her.

“Mom, Dad, I’ll be behind you in a second.” Rachel says to her parents, who are already next door.

The other Logan’s retreated back into the house.

It was just Garfield and Rachel at the door.

Garfield pulls out his phone, then glances at Rachel.

“Can I have your number?”

Rachel is thrown completely off guard by the question, and tries to hide her hesitation.

“Just to keep in touch, is all. I promise I’m not a freak or anything.” Garfield gently reassures.

The compassionate twinkle in his smile suggests to Rachel, that maybe, she should take his word for it. He didn’t seem to mean any harm.

Rachel takes out her phone, and they begin to exchange.

In mid-transfer, Rachel’s phone rings in Garfield’s hand.

“I’m sorry, hold on.” Rachel takes the phone in her hand, answers the call.

“Ace?” her disposition changes, she melts into a vulnerable, almost terrified state.

“It’s been an hour, and I’m ready to go out.” Ace abrasively snarls.

“I told you that I can’t tonight, my neighbor’s invited me out to dinner.”

“I don’t care. I want you, and I want you now, you understand?! Tell me your address so I can pick you up.”

Rachel shakes her head, highly irritated, and ends the call again.

“I’ve gotta go.”

She gives Garfield his phone back, and when she leaves with hers, she only has half of his number.

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hi, bbrae babes ! i hope you liked this read 💌 thank you for reading. i will post more chapters soon.

this story is also available on ao3 & ff.net !!

[oomisluvr]

sakusa takes care of a drunk reader, a drabble

synopsis: y/n is talking to a stranger about her sex life and kiyoomi is on damage control. it's an uphill battle to finally tuck her into bed. give this man a break, please.

“he be blowin’ my back out, girl.”

“she means we very gently and very passionately make love.”

“just beatin’ this pussy up!”

“i do no such thing.”

“absolutely drillin’ and killin’ my shit.” you motion with your hands. sakusa reaches out to stop you, a blush deep on his face.

“y/n.”

“this boy folds me like a pretzel.”

“y/n!”

“my ankles be touchin’ my ea- mmph!”

sakusa covers your mouth with his hand, “you’ve lost your talking privileges. give me your drink, babe,” you glare at him, defiance burning in your eyes. he glares right back, “now, y/n.” he looks to the woman you were talking and apologizes on your behalf.

you relent, releasing your grip on the drink you were holding. sakusa take it and relaxes the hold he has on you, "you always kill my fun, omi!"

"no, i keep you safe." his gaze softens and his voice follows, "c'mon, it's late now. let's get you home."

you're surprised by the gentleness in his tone. wordless, you nod, extending your arm for him to take and lead you out of the club. it's raining tonight, and sakusa all but demands you to stay at the entrance doors while he runs to get the car.

you'll get emotional if you think about it too much, about exactly how much he sacrifices for you. he accommodates for you in every aspect of his life, oftentimes without you ever having to ask. you're part of him, an extension of his own body. he quite literally could not live without you. he loves you, with everything in him. he really didn't have to come out with you tonight, but you know he did it because he cares about your safety.

when the car pulls up, sakusa jumps out, umbrella in hand, escorting you to the passenger door, opening it, and closing it once you got situated. you giggle at the little jog he does to get to the driver's side. the sound of rain hitting the windshield makes you sleepy. upon noticing your tired state, kiyoomi removes the jacket from his shoulders, draping it across your figure. you yawn, snuggling into the heavy fabric and allowing his scent to lull you to sleep.

the next time you wake up, sakusa's at the passenger side of the door, lightly shaking you.

"c'mon, we're home now." he stretches his hand to pull you out, closing the door behind him, and snaking an arm around your waste, bringing you to your shared apartment.

after fumbling with the keys, he unlocks the door and kicks off his shoes, turning the lights on. sakusa leads you to the couch, descending on one knee to remove your heels, fighting with the straps and buckles.

"try taking it off with your teeth."

"try tak- what the hell? i'm not doing that."

"awww, c'mon, you know you like my feet."

"y/n, stop being weird," you wiggle your toes, making him loose his grip on the clasp of your shoes, "and stop moving."

you giggle, still feeling buzzed from all the alcohol you downed, "i know you secretly have a foot kink."

"i do not."

"it's okay, it's okay," you soothe, roughly ruffling his hair, "it's just me and you here. you can tell me if you wanna suck on my toes. i won't judge," finally removing your shoes, sakusa stands to his feet, stretching his hand for you to take.

"i don't know where you're getting this from, but you need to go to bed. i think you're delirious." you pout like a child, not wanting the fun to be over.

"fine. only if you carry me." you flop back on the couch to emphasize your unwillingness to walk yourself, stretching your arms up, "please, oomi?"

you're so cute, but sakusa can't let you know that. huffing loudly, he bends down to pick you up with ease, arms hooked under your legs and back, "you owe me in the morning. i didn't sign up for this."

you giggle, enjoying the attention from him, "you're so strong, oomi. look at these muscles." you grab his bicep, "what is this? a bowling ball? is there bowling ball in here? did you eat a bowling ball?" sakusa fights back a smile, but a blush manages to break through.

strolling through the bedroom, sakusa drops you on the bed, leaning down to kiss your forehead, mumbling in your ear, "why are you only nice to me when you're drunk, hmm? pretty girl." leaving you on the bed, sakusa digs through your dresser, approaching you with your usual pajamas, "put this on."

"no." you resist.

"y/n."

"put them on me." you kneel up on the bed, manipulating your arms and back to reach the zipper of your dress, dragging it down and shimmying out of the loose fabric, "look, i made it easy for you."

sakusa will never get used to seeing you in just a bra and panties, and his face turns beet red at the sight. you're sitting on your thighs now, legs folded behind you, feet touching.

"you're so difficult," he sighs, his blush only deepening when he moves to touch you, "arms up." you giggle, shaking your head and crossing your arms, he clenches his jaw in an effort to focus on the task at hand.

"oomi~" you flirt, "i still have my bra on. i can't sleep with a bra on. it's not good for me."

"then take it off."

"take it off for me."

"y/n."

"i won't go to bed until you do."

"fine. turn around." you shuffle on the bed, your back now facing him. with anxious hands, he unclasps your bra, the soft fabric falling to the bed. your bare back greets him, and he bats away impure thoughts. before you can turn around, sakusa grabs your arms and forces the shirt on you.

"oomi! don't be so rough."

"then listen and i won’t have to be so rough,” yanking the shirt over your head, he sighs, “there. all done.” you’re scrambling to get under the covers when sakusa grabs your ankle, “not yet. you need to do your skin care,” you open your mouth to protest, but kiyoomi interupts you, “let me guess, you want me to do it?”

you nod your head in excitement, “carry me oomi!” scooping you up, he carries you to the bathroom, setting you on the counter space. you’re rambling about god-knows-what, incoherent and broken sentences flow from your lips. sakusa tries his best to listen, he really does, but he can’t tel the difference between makeup wipes and micellar water.

“sorry to interrupt you, angel,” he kisses you on the forehead to calm your protests, “but which one do i use? the micellar water, right? you said the wipes burn sometimes...”

“aww oomi,” you bring your legs to wrap around his legs, pressing him into you, “you know me so well,” you mumble against his lips. your arms wrap around sakusa’s neck, hands tangling into the soft hair at his nape, lips building a rhythm against his.

it takes everything in sakusa to stop you, but he knows where kisses like this lead and getting you in bed is top priority.

“no, y/n,” he breaks the kiss to peer into you, “you need rest.” his eyes are soft and full of love, “let me take care of you, baby. sit still, please.” you nod and give him a quick peck, a silent promise to give him the reigns. relaxing the hold your lags have around him, kiyoomi gets to work.

he dabs the micellar water on your reusable cotton pad, gently swiping it across your face. you close your eyes, humming and mumbling the words of a song he heard earlier. using this time, sakusa admires the softness of your face, love swelling in his chest.

“all done.” you kiss his cheek in thanks, moving to hop off the counter. his hands fly out to hold your hips, keeping you placent, “not so fast.” he moves away from you, searching through the cupboards to find all the pieces of your routine.

after gathering his materials, he starts with dropping a clear, cool serum on your face.

“remind you of anything?” you joke, giggling mindlessly at your own joke.

"stop talking."

"boo, go back to being nice!"

"shh!"

you sigh loudly, swinging your legs and humming louder. sakusa works moisturizer into your skin with such vigor, your body starts to move. for good measure, he squeezes your cheeks, making your lips appear fish-like, laughing when you whine, "oomi, stop! let me go! are you done yet?"

moving to put all your things away, he nods, "yes, y/n. all done."

"carry me back then!"

"i lied. you still have to brush your teeth." you open your mouth to speak, "and no, i will not brush them for you."

"but i'm tired!"

"too bad. look, i even put the toothpaste on for you." he hands you the toothbrush. you snatch it out of his hands and vigorously brush your teeth. smiling at your attitude, sakusa begins to do his own nightly routine.

looking at him through your peripherals, you admire his physique. he really is built like a greek god. shamelessly, you rake your eyes over his body, observing the contraction of his muscles; the way the light reflects from his skin. sakusa kiyoomi truly is beautiful. catching your stare, he pokes your stomach.

"stop looking at me."

"what? i can't look at you?" foam flies everywhere.

"not like that."

"like what?"

"like you want to eat me."

"i do." you spit out the toothpaste, rinsing your toothbrush and putting it away.

you straightforwardness makes him blush, "tomorrow. i'm all yours tomorrow, but for right now-" he approaches you, his lean frame towering over your own, "-let's get you in bed."

you don't have to ask him to carry you; he does it anyway, throwing you over his shoulder and laying you on the bed.

"are you going to tuck me in, oomi?"

"what kind of question is that? of course i'm going to tuck you in."

i know i reference sakusa picking the reader up a lot but this man is 6'4" 176.8 pounds (192 cm, 80 kg) and could therefore bench press you without breaking a sweat, no matter what your weight is. my baby is strong. periodt.

[yoichichi]

JJK when they want attention

warning(s): none !

a/n: just smth sweet rq by my mf baby 🥳!! Hope you guys like hehehehe

characters: yuuji, megumi, gojo, nanami, inumaki, nobara, & maki

Yuuji

Has literally no problem being bold faced about it I PROMISE. If he’s feeling cuddly and clingy and you guys are alone he’s whining and clinging onto you, doing any and everything in his power to convince you to come nap with him or cuddle on the couch and watch a movie. If you’re in public he has a ~method (which he definitely thinks is a total secret and he’s a genius mastermind but you’re 100% onto him and just thinks he’s so cute so you give in most of the time).

He’ll come up behind you, even if you’re taller than him, and hug you super tight around your midsection, mumbling about how tired he is and, oh gosh, how warm it would probably be under the covers if the two of you were cuddling right now. And, man, I don’t know, napping? When you giggle and give in he gets so giddy and holds your hand super tight all the way home.

Sometimes though he just wants your attention and praise so he’ll talk about things he did that day that he thinks you might be proud of him for 😭 and every time you say anything along the lines of “good job” or show your interest he gets so happy and lights up :)

Megumi

Megumi is a starer sorry not sorry LOL. You’ll even be alone, in your own shared home, and you’ll feel a pair of eyes staring at you from the other end of the couch and when you turn your head to ask what’s up he’s looking away super fast hoping you didn’t notice, as if him not so secretly turning his head away from you doesn’t give it away. He just feels so weird asking for your attention - and not just cause he’s shy but he gets all in his head about it.

He doesn’t want to seem weird asking you for attention, maybe you’re not in the mood. What if it makes you uncomfortable? What if you feel like you have to say yes? Or what if you say no and it’s awkward? How would he even ask for attention? He’s just generally an over thinker and slightly embarrassed over how much he just wants you to pay attention to him.

Over the course of your relationship though you’ve picked up on his little signs and have learned how to coerce him into letting you know what he wants, as well as giving him attention when he needs it.

Ask him a few questions about anything and through the course of the conversation you’ve somehow brought his head to your lap and are now playing with his hair until he passes out, and he’s in heaven <3

He’s very lucky to have such an attentive s/o :)!

Gojo

A WHINER. A LOUD BABY WHINER. He’ll often opt for making inappropriate comments too - even if you’re in public - to make it seem like ~that’s the reason he wants you in bed, but then he’s suddenly “super tired” and thinks cuddling is a better idea instead. Why he just can’t tell you he’s in the mood for cuddling you never know

He will blow your notifs up and not give af 😭 texting you endlessly like

(y/n)

(y/n)

(y/n)

(y/n)

I miss you :(

(y/n)

HELLOOOOO

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it’s my penis 😜

14 missed FaceTime calls from “gojo.”

I’m sorry I’m joking it’s not my penis don’t be mad :(

It’s actually not his penis

If you do answer one of his spontaneous calls though it’s just him smiling at the phone like “whatcha doingggg?” Cause he misses you and your face

He also is constantly sending you things while he’s away with work, postcards, gifts, treats, you name it. You cant blame him for missing you sm :(

And when he does get home from a trip he’s actually a bit quieter, looking forward to just wrapping you up in his arms and cuddling with you until you fall asleep. But he makes sure to stay awake so he can look at your face and think about how cute you look sleeping and probably drooling a little <3

Nanami

No words, just sighs and hands. This was particularly common when he still had his boring office job - although now with gojo he just has to give you a look when he gets home that says, “this man is gonna kill me, please just hold me.”

He’s most clingy and cuddly when he’s tired/fatigued. It’s so easy for you to coerce him to bed or to relax when he’s visibly drained cause all it takes is some quick work of your hands on his sore muscles or running through his hair, or better yet undoing his tie for him, and he’s putty in your hands. He always watches so intently too when you take the time to take off his suit jacket and tie for him, even going so far as to unbutton his shirt. You know it’s been a long day when he lets you do this and after he’s decided he’s stared at you and basked in you long enough, he grabs your cheeks and leaves you a sweet sensual kiss. He always sighs deeply and then pulls you into a hug, every once in a while you even hear him mumble about how lucky he is.

If he ever just wants your attention though he kind of makes a fussy show about it 🤭 I’m talking sighing periodically and staring at you and once you look at him like ,, yes? He starts asking you random questions about your day or just in general. He just wants you to look at him and talk to him ok?

Inumaki

Ok he’s a very different person depending on whether you’re in public or in private:

In public it’s a lot more subtle cues. Like fidgeting with your hands a lot, tugging on your clothes even or sometimes staring at you really trying to work up the puppy dog act like :( cuddles please?? Or if you’re sitting down somewhere maybe he’ll rest his head on his shoulder to really signal to you he’s feeling cuddly. There was only one time where he had to take drastic measures and text you cause you just were NOT taking the hint.

You were busy listening to Yuuji and rambling back and forth with him when your phone suddenly went off and it was a text from Toge that just said “🤨 give me 10 reasons why I don’t have you in bed right now cuddling with me.😐 since when did yuuji talking about dogs suddenly become so interesting 🧐?” LIKE ABSJAJSJAA

In private it’s a very similar attitude at times he’s just physically more bold. Like he’s not above picking you up and carrying you somewhere he can hold you and kiss all over your cheeks <3 he’s a little less bratty about it when it comes to you two cause he knows you want affection just as much as he does at those times :) although he thinks making a show of things is very funny to him

Nobara

Her favorite form of affection and attention from you is lowkey head pats or when you ruffle her hair. It all started when she did some trivial thing and as a joke you reached your hand over to ruffle her hair and tell her how good of a job she did, and sure it was funny but man what she wouldn’t give to have you do that again.

So now she often finds herself babbling on to you about all the things she’s done recently that she’s proud of when she wants your attention, hoping you’ll praise her again in any way. She especially loves when it’s unexpected though, when she’s not fishing for praise and she just gets it. Or rather any kind of compliment really. Something about it makes her heart soar <3

She also really likes when you do her makeup so she’ll often ask you to try things on her or to even do your makeup <3 even if you’re just playing around, it feels so soothing and she loves getting to stare at you so close I love her I gtg

Maki

She likes to pester when she’s feeling clingy. Checks in with you and any responsibilities you may have so she can immerse herself in them with you and just work on things with you :) like no matter what it is she’ll find a way to get herself involved 😭 she really just wants extra quality time with you and will find any way to do it without seeming too ~mushy, mushy just isn’t really her thing

When she wants to cuddle though she’ll try to trick you into thinking you need rest HSKJJAJA

“You seem tired, why don’t you rest. I’ll help you fall asleep.”

Or

“Hmm you look pretty sore. I’ll go run you a bath, sit and wait here.”

Acts of service anyone?

Also, praise is actually kind of important from you, she never really received it much growing up having dealt with her family, and doesn’t feel like she needs it to feel proud of herself. But something about hearing you praise her over even the tiniest things has her feeling some type of way every single time.

Y’all just love and cherish each other what can I say <3

Pls leave comments, flood my inbox, Rb, whatever u prefer I just love hearing your kind words :D love and miss these fools 😪 and as always I really hope you guys enjoyed my first jjk piece :)!

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[bakugohoex]

“pretty eyeliner for my pretty boy”

pairings: atsumu miya x female reader, eita semi x female reader, kenma kozume x female reader, keishin ukai x female reader, rintaro suna x female reader and yuji terushima x female reader 

cw: language and slight nsfw

word count: 3500+

a/n: idk why i post so late but here’s some cute headcanons for babies who would let you put eyeliner on them, if you know any other characters who would send me a request and i’ll write them up as well

summary: in which you put your eyeliner on your favourite pretty boy

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atsumu miya

His eyes skimmed lazily over the film; you had stopped paying attention a while ago. The admiration you had for your boyfriend and everything he had accomplished going through your head. You truly were in love and as his lying body held you close; you could almost feel his heat beat.

Atsumu eyed you up the small figure clinging onto his chest, his arm wrapping around you. You could feel his warm hand brushing your side a sensation filling you. You normally slept in your bra liking the contact of skin on skin with Atsumu.

“You’re bored, aren’t you?” Atsumu pauses the film, you really weren’t bored you were just relishing in the moment.

“No, I’m just admiring.” He smirked grabbing you closer, “can I do your eyeliner?”

You always loved putting makeup on Atsumu he looked so pretty with it and the idea of making him look even more gorgeous filled your heart. “This isn’t you trying to make me look like Sangwoo.”

“No, you fucking dork I want to do it.” He rolls his eyes stretching his arms away, he turning the bedside light on.

“You doing it or what?” You giggled getting up, you went straight to your make up desk which held the liquid eyeliner you wanted.

He watched your figure walking towards him, a bright smile filling your face, he loved the way your chest sat in your bra and the way they bounced as you skipped towards him. Even if he was horny, he’d let you have your fun.

You were humming the same words as he listened to how cute you were, “pretty eyeliner for my pretty boy”

“Come here baby girl.” He gestures to his waist, he lied down his head on the pillow as you sat on his waist just above his cock.

You knew how easily he got hard and were vary that the closeness would lead to getting fucked. “Close your eyes babe.” He did so but grabbed your hips, his firm grip on your exposed his skin.

You leant down your chest in his eyeline if he opened his eyes, putting the eyeliner carefully onto the corner of his eye, you did a swift winged line before connecting it, filling it in, and it was probably the best eyeliner you’d done on someone. You hated doing it on people scared it would ruin their make up but with Atsumu his grip on you giving you a sort of confidence.

You moved onto his other eye making it the same, he looked so pretty with the eyeliner on, it made his closed eyes look amazing. You didn’t tell him to open your eyes but as you were wiping away some of the eyeliner that had hit the top of his eyes, he opened his eyes.

His eyes directly going to the way your body was on top of his, his eyes straight down your bra. Hunger filled his eyes as he gently moved himself up making you sit on his cock. “How do I look?”

You giggled at the boy, about to grab your phone to show him, but he kept a hold of you. “Use your words baby.”

Your face flushed at his teasing nature before you finally spoke, “It makes you pretty.”

He smirked gripping you more, he could feel his hard between your legs and could see the lust that filled his eyes. “Let’s ruin it.”

You knew instantly the night would be filled with more than you begging for his cock between your mouth. Atsumu kept the eyeliner on, a heavy turn on making you weak on top of him, he’d make you bottom soon but he loved what he was seeing. Your perfect body on top of his own, your chest in his eyesight through the lace bra that left little to imagination. You were perfect physically and mentally, but most of all you were all his.

eita semi

Semi’s eyes skimmed the crowd, he was never one to be scared about performing. But you were running late and without his good luck charm how was he ever going to perform to his max. You had attended every concert always being his biggest fan, hell, even in the volleyball days you never missed a match.

But work had made you later than usual and with Semi waited in the make up chair, not wanting anybody to do anything until he knew you were here. You quickly ran through the entrance heading backstage already knowing a lot of the people in the venue. All you wanted was to kiss him and give him the support your baby deserved, even if he hated your constant kisses, he would hate it even more if they stopped.

“Baby.” You whisper seeing Semi sitting anxiously.

His face brightened as he admired how easily you made his heart melt. “You’re not ready.”

“I was waiting for you.” You laugh at the boy, his face scrunching at the embarrassment he felt, you walk towards him smiling like a girl in love.

Grabbing the eyeliner that Semi had started to wear on stage, you bent down to meet his height on the chair, “close your eyes then.”

He obeys instantly, you touch his cheek, cupping it in your hand before drawing a line on his eyelids, he was ever so pretty for someone going for the angsty look. You swiftly did one of the eyes, kissing his cheek and temple before moving to the other eye. The way his ashy hair sticked up in all direction, you had to run your fingers through it before moving onto the other side.

His face softened feeling your fingers on his cheeks again, the had warmth even though you had been in the cold a mere minute ago. You did the other side making sure it matched, his eyes remained closed as you kissed his other cheek and temple. The way you admired your work as he opened his eyes slowly. The winged eyeliner was perfect for him and you loved the way his eyes fit perfectly between the two lines; it was sight that warmed your insides to the max.

“Pretty eyeliner for my pretty boy.” You hum softly his eyes widening as he knew you had done an excellent job.

“Yeah yeah, don’t get too cocky.” He blew the stray hair that met his eyes as your heart warmed at his soft movement.

You cross your arms looking at him intentively, “you’re the one who was worried about me.”

“I wasn’t worried.” He stands up sorting his clothes out, stripping easily in front of you, you stood beside him, touching his back as his back muscles tensing under your fingers. He put his shirt on just as your fingers glided onto his lower back.

He grabbed your hand before turning around bringing your face to his own, “I think you’re going on.”

The low whisper of his voice creeped into your ear, “we’ll finish this later.”

He really was a stoic pretty boy; he hastily kissed your lips before running onto stage. He left no room for you to even grab him to get another kiss. The sensation of missing his presence filled you but you dismissed it instead, walking back to the crowd as you watched your favourite boy do what he loved to do all over again.

kenma kozume

Kenma was streaming, you didn’t bother about the game having gone to do your makeup for the girls’ night you were having with your friends. Wearing the dress Kenma had helped choose out the red dress clinged onto your body, the way your body shape fitted the dress that barely reached your mid-thigh and exposed your chest. Kenma hated to admit it but seeing you in the dress made him as hard as any man could ever be.

You did your eyeliner swiftly matching it on both sides. Walking to where Kenma was streaming you walk in calling his name for him to turn around. He swirled in his chair the mouse he held in his hand being let go off. “Kenma we’re playing.” You heard a shout through his mic.

It wasn’t common for Kenma to leave a game to give you attention, but the way he gestured for you to move closer, his blonde hair tied up. All you wanted to do was run your hand through it, the stream was still going on and you giggled when he grabbed your hand pulling you on his lap.

“You look fucking gorgeous kitten.” He whispered in your ear, but it had become audible in his headset, the comments flooding in from his fans, he may be a gaming streamer but had a lot of fans who were female due to his consistent look of being a cute boy with a raging attitude in games.

He felt the dress against his fingers, you giggled having bought the eyeliner in case you had messed your own up. His fans had clearly notices vigorously commenting how much they loved domestic Kenma but most importantly how they wanted you to put eyeliner on their favourite boy.

“Can I?” You ask, your legs swinging back and forth as you felt a soft kiss on your neck.

You knew he wasn’t going to blatantly say yes but the small neck kisses showed he was allowing it. You turned to face him giggling at how his eyes were filled with love, he admired and thought of how he had gotten so lucky to be with someone who was not only perfect physically but had the personality to match.

You got to work doing his right eye first, kissing his nose and cheek a couple times, you made it match your own winged eyeliner before doing the other side, you could hear through the headset the guys Kenma was playing with muttering an annoyance at how revoltingly cute it was that you’d do something like this.

The other eye matched perfectly and you both looked truly amazing. “Pretty eyeliner for my pretty boy.”

Everybody had heard the comment and the way he looked at you with love made your heart melt, you still had an hour left before you had to leave. Which Kenma took as you staying on his lap whilst he played the game, the comments filled with where they could get you, but mainly how much they loved the eyeliner on Kenma.

He nuzzled his face into the crook of the neck as he continued to stream. It ended quickly with you playing with his hair before he said his farewells. “You really are fucking gorgeous aren’t yah.”

He would never outright say something like that, and you knew you had done something to the boy. “You’ve got 20 minutes.”

That’s all he needed to hear as he grabbed your waist putting you on the bed, “let’s keep this on.” He mutters leaving the red dress around your body, let’s just say you were a lot later than you were meant to be for your girls’ night out. And even worse you were walking like you’d had both your legs broken which in retrospect was right in a way.

keishin ukai

The shop was empty, the only sign was the music coming from your phone and the heavy breathing of Keishin beside you, his hands around your waist as you sat on his lap. It was becoming darker and darker and you hadn’t meant to stay as long as you had and now you were bound between his arms.

You weren’t going to lie and say you disliked it, on the contrary the feeling of his arms protectively around you exhilarated you. He was going over some volleyball details explaining what the team needed to do. Getting bored easily by how he moved onto some techniques that you didn’t understand an idea popped into your head.

“Can I do your eyeliner?”

“W-What?” He was taken a back you had never done any makeup on him but as he took a drag of the cigarette you wanted to make him even prettier than he was.

“Please.” Your eyes filled with warmth as you gave a look of want. He shrugged agreeing, grabbing the eyeliner you kept in your bag in case of emergencies. You sat back on Keishins legs, your legs wrapping around his torso as his hand laid on your back.

“It looks like you just wanted to get into this position Y/n.” You roll your eyes as you make him close his eyes.

The smell of cigarettes lingered on his breath as you started the wing on his eyes, it made his face look ever so pretty, and fitted his eyes perfectly. You kept on it doing the other eye as the lines connected with ease. “There you go” You smiled.

You put your phone camera in his face before speaking admirably about the man, “pretty eyeliner for my pretty boy.”

“Pretty boy eye.” A smirk plastered his face as he took another drag on the cigarette blowing the smoke into your face before kissing you with want. The rest of the smoke encased your mouth as it was a perfect sight.

The continuous urge for more and especially now with the eyeliner making you even more turned on. Was something common when around your sex god of a boyfriend. He deepened the kiss his tongue in your mouth as you could smell the cigarette close to both your faces.

He let go to breathe, bringing the cigarette to your lips he brushed it against the saliva around your lips before sticking it in your mouth. “I’m going to be making you call me a lot more than pretty boy, princess.”

His words made you dumb inside you loved the way he spoke to you and feeling his spit in your mouth made you even happier. His eyeliner made him become even hotter which was surprising for a man who was gorgeous. His hands moved around your neck bringing your face forward, chucking the cigarette away he brought his mouth back to your face making you look right at his face.

“Does the eyeliner turn you on, baby?” You nod. “Say it or you won’t get anything from me.”

“It turns me on.”

“Good girl.” The words melting your insides as he went in for another kiss. One things for sure though, this would not be the last time you would fuck on the front counter.

rintaro suna

Suna’s head rested on your lap, he was showing you some videos of fights the Miya twins were in, he was a real-life camera with the angles and shots he took. You laughed at the pictures that Suna had clearly made Aran take of him in front of the twins fighting.

“I’m sorry did you forget to tell me you became a CCTV Camera overnight.” He rolled his eyes as your fingers glided back and forth in his black hair.

“You know you’d be right next to me in the photo throwing a sign.”

“Yeah, cause the twins are fucking hilarious, they fight like baby cubs who want attention from their mother.” He signed in agreement, he had finally gotten a break from volleyball and you loved hearing the stories of his high school volleyball days.

He needed to relax you could still feel the tenseness in his neck and back, you had made him a bath when he had arrived which he made you join. And now the two of you with the scented candles and calming music were telling each other stories and talking about your days.

You always loved his cat like eyes, they made him perfect to you. He noticed you watching him intentively before he spoke, “put eyeliner on me.”

He was blunt but you quickly obliged always wanting to put eyeliner on your boyfriend, he rolled over his chest on the bed with his arms around your torso. You sat down; his face lifted to meet your gaze. “You’re so fucking pretty.”

You felt warmth at the words touching his face softly as you raised his chin with your fingers. The way your thumb stroked up and down as you drew the lines on his eyes bringing a pang of comfort to him. You had mentioned how attractive guys in eyeliner was and he’d been waiting to ask you, this seemed to be the perfect time to do so.

He loved the way your thumb stroked him the way once you had finished the first eye you kissed the corner of the eye as if it had some magical power to make it look even more better. You continued with the other eye, stroking back and force before you kissed the side. He knew to open his eyes and the first sight he saw was how beautiful you looked before him. He was in between your thighs and the way he put his hands to your thighs to get up like an animal about to attack.Turned you on.

His eyes on you like a predator on his prey. “How do I look then princess.”

“Pretty eyeliner for my pretty boy.” You cooed, he wrapped his arms around your torso bringing his head to rest on your chest, as much as he was horny and wanted you. He remained content staying between your arms. You brought your arms around his body, making him comfortable as he tried to get underneath your shirt.

You giggled allowing him under your shirt, his cheeks against your stomach as you felt the small kisses he placed comforting. You brought him warmth that he had never felt before and it was worth a lot more than sex ever was.

yuji terushima

Terushima and his team were waiting on the benches for the game to begin, there was still ten minutes before the set would begin and he had called you down for what you assumed was some last-minute luck.

You skipped onto the court, the seats above being filled with people chattering among themselves, “did my baby want some luck?”

You giggle going up to him, he loved the way you could confidently walk into the court without fear of being shouted out. “You remember two nights ago?”

Raising an eyebrow, you thought of that night, the long sex driven night. “When we had sex?” You spoke not caring that you were audible to his team.

“Yes, that night but when you put eyeliner on me.” You give a knowing look already knowing where this was going. “Put it on me again.”

You giggled nodding as he sat down on the bench, you crouched down on your knees bringing your bag out. “You really love that position now don’t you.” You hit him playfully as only 48 hours ago were you in the same position with his cock going down into your throat.

You brought out the eyeliner out, shaking it to make sure the liquid absorbed the brush before you gestured for the boy to close his eyes.

“What the fuck is he making Y/n do now?” Kazuma mutters.

“Something weird knowing them two.” There had been many instances of both of you being caught by the team making out in the locker rooms or even worse half naked about to have sex. But even then, there was still a lack of uncomfortability as that’s just how you and Terushima were.

You did his first eye with ease, wiping any smudges due to his leg bouncing making some wrong lines occurring. “Baby stop moving your leg.”

He huffs putting his hand on your face well it was what he assumed was your face. You nuzzled your cheek into his palm before doing the next eye, you saw you had limited time as you quickly replicated the eyeliner on the other eye.

Terushima heard you put the lid back on the eyeliner, opening his eyes, you showed him what it looked like before you felt him hug you. “Pretty eyeliner for my pretty boy.” You spoke with ease he gave a bright smile before revealing his true intentions. 

“I only asked because I want a part of you on the court with me.”

Your heart broke with what he said, you truly did love the boy and the way he admitted his feelings made you want to hug and cuddle him for an eternity. “I love you baby.”

“I love you too princess.” He kisses you softly, bending down to reach your figure on your knees. Even if you looked less than innocent, he loved how you looked on your knees. It gave a hubris of knowing that he was the only one to make you feel like this.

“Now go win or I’ll stop giving you kisses and cuddles.”

“Oh no, how will I ever survive?” He mocks as you hit him playfully, he kisses you one last time before helping you up. “You better be the loudest person cheering.”

You nod kissing his cheek before going back to the seats, he watched you leave, the eyeliner feeling as if you were right beside him cheering him on. That’s all he needed to win the game.

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[sirthisisa-wendys]

The Regular: Part 1 - Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: you’re a dancer at a club, but that doesn’t mean you have to put on a show for everyone. Especially not if Geto’s paying. 

word count: 2.6K

tw: nudity, small nsfw thoughts

Lipstick? Check. 

Eyeshadow? Check.

Eyelashes? Check. 

The eyes that stare back at you are your own, but for a minute, you’re lost in your own brown, doe-eyed gaze. Transfixed, you wish you could see what they saw when they looked at you. You wish someone would fix every mirror in your vicinity to display the person people thought you were. Maybe then you’d understand. 

“Y/n!” The manager of the club - Mrs. Lampton - bursts through the dressing room door eagerly, pushing against the weighted frame with ease. “We have a lot of new faces out there. Are you ready to go on in ten?” The look in Mrs. Lampton’s eyes had never been brighter, and you blink at her twice, wondering if the woman had forgotten that you walked into the strip club without coercion, and you would do your job just the same. 

“I’m here, aren’t I?” The rhetorical question makes Mrs. Lampton laugh, her amusement ringing out in the mostly empty dressing room. 

“You’re funny, girl. I’ll make sure they play your favorite songs.” Without another word, she leaves, and you’re alone again, placing a single pastie on each nipple. New faces… 

You hadn’t seen very many new people in the club since you’d been hired three months ago. It was always the same four men that came to see you during your weekday four o’clock shift, and a mix of the same faces during your ten o’clock dance on Friday evenings, when the club was full of men looking for an escape between the valley of your B-cups. 

There was Aiko, the man who had completely given up on love and decided to get his affection from you when he got paid every two weeks with a simple lap dance. Then you helped Kohi with his fantasies: he had admitted to you that he could only fuck his girlfriend with his eyes closed and couldn’t think of anyone else except the girls in the club, you especially. Takeru was no different, just a little more handsy than you had originally expected when allowing him into the VIP room. And finally, you had the pleasure of meeting a new regular named Yuma just last month. Yuma was young, bright-eyed, and had a carefree attitude that also affected his wallet. Out of the four, he was the best tipper and admittedly, the sweetest… but those were your only four regulars. 

The rest of the dancers at the club had at least enough regulars to count on both hands, but you were stuck with the smallest group. As such, you were given the shittiest shift, but you didn’t mind. The pay was enough to make up for rent and some extra expenses, but during the day, you were dedicated to working with your aunt in her flower shop. 

You saw an array of men there, too, and the regulars there were almost as frequent as the ones here. Thankfully, this club was on the other side of town - the richer side - and you would go unnoticed in your ink black wig and heavy makeup in the dim lights. 

You adjust your garters in the mirror, and slide the matching black lace bra over your pasty covered breasts. Tonight, there are new customers, and one of the new faces might potentially become a regular. Your regular. 

You swing the door open and walk through the blue-lighted hallway to the carpeted space before the stage steps, watching the girl before you - a tall, thin blonde named Hannah - slide down the pole upside down, earning a few cheers from the gathered crowd. You don’t get to see her finish due to the obstructed view as you gather your towel and spray it with rubbing alcohol, but you do hear the DJ call her name as she exits. Hannah brushes past you without speaking, shaking her head at the wad of cash and solid red bra in her hands. 

“Slow night?” you ask, and she turns around to face you, her blonde braid swinging over her shoulder. She raises a brow and then - in a rare show of kindness - mumbles: 

“There’s a real spender in that crowd, but he wants nothing to do with me. Watch out for those blue eyes; they’re really distracting.” You whip your head back to look at the pole, your fingers tightening around the damp terry cloth. When you look back, Hannah is disappearing into the dressing room, too far gone to ask about the blue eyes comment. 

Barefoot, you step up the stairs, and the DJ croons, “Next up is our loveliest newbie, y/n…” A slow song begins as you work your way around the pole with your towel, cleaning off any and all dirt and grime left behind from the previous girls with seduction. It was simple, really: twirling your hips and dancing around the pole was enough to make even the most stoic man soften. You were every man’s fantasy in that moment: a cleaning whore. When you finish your work, you find the cold, slick surface of the spin pole, and work your way up, feeling the pressure against the tops of your bare feet. It wasn’t unusual for you to leave with slightly bruised ankles or a “pole kiss” at your thigh. But it was all worth the extra money. Bruises faded away. Bills did not.

When you invert and grab the pole behind you, there is a sense of calm as you spin around like a siren, looking for the infamous blue eyes. It isn’t until you’re back on the floor that you see them - he’s across the room, eyes staring directly at you with white furrowed brows perched precariously above them. 

As you keep track of the single dollar bills being deposited on the stage in front of you, you notice another new face beside him, leaning in to whisper something while his eyes flick away. When you fan kick around the pole twice, you see the face - black eyes and black hair in a half-bun - turn towards you with a smile. The smile isn’t innocent, but when were smiles in the club anything less? You return the smile with sincerity, finding the two men completely captivating. 

But you have other customers to attend to; most notably, Yuma. His cherub face and tender green eyes are watching you from the bottom of the stage, his face in an entranced smile. 

“Y/n!” he yells over the music, holding up a one-hundred dollar bill. You dismount from the pole and crawl on your hands and knees toward the youth, whose lips quirk up in a playful smirk. 

“It’s good to see you here,” you breathe, dropping your voice an octave to seem more alluring. Yuma buys it hook, line, and sinker - as he always did - and slides the dollar bill between the garter and your see-through stockings. “See any good movies lately?” you wonder, letting him pet your leg tenderly. 

“You’ll really like the newest addition to the Hanged Man trilogy,” he begins, eyes roving over your figure salaciously. Yuma hooks a finger around your garter and gives it a gentle snap;  you huff out a laugh before rolling your neck around. “I’ll take you to see it, if you want.” 

“That would be so nice,” you purr back, arching your hips until he can practically feel your ass pushing into his hand. “I would love nothing more than that.” 

“I’ll buy a dance tonight and give you the details.” Yuma knows his time is short and waves a hand over your spine before retreating, his eyes staying with you as you unfurl from the floor. You have no intention of meeting Yuma outside of the club, but you have to admit that if you hadn’t met him in here, you probably would have attempted to pursue him. 

A fast song means that you’re coming to the second part of your three-part dance, and your fingers make quick work of your pointless bra. When it drops to the ground, you can feel eyes drawn to your unclothed upper body grinding on the pole. Your eyes flick back to the blue-eyes man in the corner, and you find he’s alone staring at his phone in the darkness. 

Why is he even here? you wonder, hooking a leg around the metal before swinging your back leg up. As you swing around with your head leaned back, you catch his handsome companion at the bottom of the stage, arm muscles rippling under his white button down. He’s counting his money, you realize, and take that as a sign that he might be beholden to making a generous donation. It isn’t until he holds out two hundred dollar bills that you stop, and he places it on the stage, patting it twice. You make your way back over to the stranger, eyeing him carefully under your heavy eyelashes as he leans in to speak. 

“Very generous,” you note, and he gives a sheepish smile as he tucks the bills into the side of your g-string. “To whom do I owe the pleasure?” 

“You can call me Geto.” His voice, calm and strong, washes over you like a burst of fresh air, and you notice he doesn’t seem nervous at all, despite appearing shy. 

“You can touch me,” you offer, but he places both hands back on the stage, staring into your eyes. 

“I’d rather do that privately. How much for a VIP room with you for the evening?” Your eyes flick to Yuma, who is happily downing a drink at the bar and settling his tab. 

“I… have one dance I have to --” 

“He hasn’t paid yet.” Another one-hundred dollar bill slides across the stage. “I’ll make it worth your while.” Another bill. “All of this,” Two more bills. “for one night.

Six hundred dollars. That was three times as much as you made on a regular night.

“And take this off.” You think he’s going to tug at your lingerie, but instead, he tugs a strand of your wig, and you frown. 

“I…” 

“Your real hair is brown.” He offers, raising his brows as if to challenge the denial working its way up your throat. You are a brunette. 

“P-pay the red-haired lady at the bar. Tell her you’re requesting the VIP room with me,” you stammer.

“I’d rather make sure all the money makes it into your pocket.” Your mouth dries up, but you have to finish your last song. The man notices your nerves, and jerks his chin at you slightly, a soft smile pulling at his lips. “No worries. I’ll see you in there.” 

As you’re wiping down, you feel your chest constrict slightly. Takeru and Yuma were the only ones who had actually been in the VIP room with you, but that had only been twice in your three months there. They had paid the bare minimum - two hundred dollars - to see you fully naked, touching yourself in front of them and allowing them to spread you bare for observation. There were no holds barred in there except fucking, but if this man could afford to drop three times the amount it cost to reserve the room for himself… Mrs. Lampton would most likely let him do as he pleased. For a moment, you consider Yuma being disappointed and downtrodden that you couldn’t give him at least one lap dance before the end of the night, but you had to go with this new stranger, if just for tonight. 

“Hey, y/n…” Mrs. Lampton pokes her head into the dressing room again. “The VIP room is ready for you. Your client is in there; you’ll be alone, as requested.” Not even a fucking security guard.

The stairs up to the absolutely private area are steep, but you somehow wobble your way up there in your red, satin teddy and black robe. When you open the door to the room, the wall maps give a soft golden glow to the space, illuminating the couches and mirror on the back wall. One-way glass separates you from view of the other patrons down below, now enjoying another show from another girl. Usually, a security guard would post himself on this side of the wall, observing the free show with the stoicism of a statue. 

But tonight, it’s you and Geto. He lazes on a couch, both arms splayed across the light brown fabric as you enter the room. His black eyes follow you as you pad toward him, watching his every move. You stop in front of the man, locking eyes with him as you undo the tie at your waist and let the silk robe fall to the ground. His lips part and he spreads his legs, beckoning you forward with his right forefinger and middle finger. 

Silently, you make your way to him, planting yourself between his long legs and looking down. “Kneel.” Your breath hitches in your throat, but you sink to your knees anyways, keeping your eyes on him. As he leans over you, you think the worst is about to happen and squeeze your eyes and mouth shut. When his fingers find the nape of your neck, you flinch, but feel your hair tie slide off of the braid in your hair. He smells like sandalwood - you note - much unlike the other men you encountered in the club. They often reeked of booze and smoke, or something much grimer. 

His fingers work their way through your locks, separating the strands with ease before retracting. Your hair cascades around your face like a curtain, and he leans back, resuming his previous position. “You can dance if you’d like.” Instantly, you rise from the wooden floor and begin running your hands up your waist and to your chest, swirling your hips around to the sensual music playing through the speakers. Geto observes you with a tilted head, squinting his eyes when you play with the feathered hem of your teddy. You don’t lift it over your head, opting to tease him to his limit instead of giving him exactly what he wanted right away. 

His black eyes roam over your figure repeatedly, watching your hips sway and fingers wind into your hair without changing. He leans forward when you take a step back, lacing his fingers together in front of him calmly. You step back into his reach, and he shifts suddenly, startling you so bad that you stop moving entirely. 

“Sorry,” he hisses, adjusting his seating. “It’s a little uncomfortable to sit like that right now.” You let out a nervous chuckle and resume your movements, unsure if you’re ready to remove your lingerie or not. “I’m not going to ask you to take it off.” The admission makes you pause, but you continue to dance anyways. 

“Why?”

“Why would I?” He tosses back, shrugging.

“You get to see everything in here. That’s what you paid for, right?” 

“I paid for you to dance for me alone. I want a private show; not something anyone can watch for free.” 

“Do you want to touch me?” 

“Not yet.” 

And he didn’t for the rest of the time he spent there that night. Before he left the room, he pressed a couple of hundreds into your palm then opened the door and walked out. You had never experienced anything quite like it, but with the extra cash in your hand as you walked out of the club, you prayed to the stars that you would see this unicorn just one more time.

[beauregardlionett]

i think i might understand the concept of home

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Yasha’s car had broken down on the side of the road in some tiny town she only meant to pass through. She hadn’t even read the welcome sign half-a-mile back, so gods knew where she was. Thankfully, there was a shoulder and a sidewalk, so she wasn’t stuck in the middle of traffic. She had the hood popped and stared helplessly down at the tangle of mechanics she did not understand.

Nothing was smoking, so she figured that must be a good thing.

“Need a hand?”

Yasha glanced up, catching sight of a woman standing just outside the coffee shop Yasha broke down in front of. She stood defined in the sunlight, composed of sharp lines and lean muscle, contained by planes of smooth, coffee-colored skin. She had on a simple grey sports bra under denim overalls littered with stains and distressed patches torn in random places on the legs. Her hair was in a low bun sat over what looked like an undercut all tucked messily beneath a backward cap.

Damn...she was hot.

The woman cocked an expectant eyebrow, reminding Yasha she had yet to answer.

“Oh, um...yes?”

Hot Lady smirked and stepped off the curb to stand at Yasha’s shoulder, leaning over the open hood and inspecting the mess. Yasha was busy inspecting the tanned slope of neck to bare shoulder, all of her quite a sight in the midday sunlight.

Gods, was that a tattoo on her back?

With abrupt yet easy precision, Hot Lady hauled herself up onto the lip of Yasha’s truck and shoved her hand between various pieces of metal. Startled, Yasha looked down at the engine, hoping she wouldn’t have to call emergency services for a hand lost in her car engine.

“The alternator might be shot,” Hot Lady said, squinting as she moved her hand around a little.

“What does that mean?” Yasha managed, only a little strangled.

“Means you need to get your car into a shop because you aren’t going to have much luck getting far without it.” Hot Lady removed her hand and gave a little hop back down to the pavement. She wiped her hand carelessly on her overalls and shrugged a little.

“It’s not a super challenging thing to fix, but it will take a minute. I can point you to a good garage if you need.”

“That would be very helpful. Thank you...um...”

“Beauregard,” the woman said, sticking out her hand with a grin. “Call me Beau.”

After hesitating a moment, Yasha grasped Beau’s hand and gave it a tentative shake, cheeks warm. Her face flushed even warmer when Beau raised her eyebrow again, clearly waiting for Yasha’s name.

“Yasha,” she blurted, horrid awkwardness muddying her chest. “I’m Yasha.”

“Nice to meet you, Yasha,” Beau said as she slowly took her hand back. Yasha already like the way her name sounded rolling off of Beau’s tongue - perhaps far too much for someone she just met.

“You might need to shack up somewhere for the night,” Beau said, pulling her phone from her pocket and texting someone. “Depending on how long the garage takes with your car. I haven’t seen you ‘round here before. You got a place to stay?”

“Oh...no,” Yasha managed. “I’m just passing through.”

“Well, I texted my buddy over at the garage to come get your car. He’ll be here soon. There’s only one hotel in this town, and to be honest, it sucks. My buddy Caleb moved most of his stuff out of his apartment, but he hasn’t turned the lease over yet. He got a big wig job two hours from here and they had him start early, despite the fact he still had a month on the lease. You can crash there if you want. I’m pretty sure he left his mattress.”

Yasha blinked, dazed and flabbergasted at the turn this conversation had taken.

“I...what?”

Beau looked up from her phone, fingers pausing in their rapid texting. She seemed to take in Yasha’s stunned expression and grimaced slightly.

“Sorry, that was a lot all at once.” Beau tucked her phone away and crossed her arms over her chest. Yasha recognized the defensive tactic attempting to look casual with ease. She performed that move often enough herself.

“This ‘helping’ thing isn’t my forte - more Jess’ thing. But uh...yeah. If you need a place to stay, you’ve got one. Promise there're no strings attached or anything like that.”

“But...you don’t know me.”

“True,” Beau shrugged. “But it’s not like there’s anything to steal from Caleb’s place. It’s basically an empty apartment he’s not getting anything out of. Might as well put the place to good use.”

“Okay,” Yasha said after a moment of strange quiet. What else was she supposed to say?

Beau blinked up at Yasha, then grinned, wide and delighted. “Cool.”

A few minutes later, a tow truck pulled up. Beau greeted the driver enthusiastically as Yasha watched on, wondering what she had gotten herself into.

--

“This is it,” Beau said, shoving open the door with her hip as she wrestled the key out of the lock.

Yasha followed Beau in, fingers curled tightly around the strap of her meager duffle bag. The apartment was near barren, as Beau had said. It had a small living area that faded seamlessly into a kitchenette. Down a short hallway appeared to be a bedroom and bathroom, both doors open. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. The only sign someone had recently been occupying the space was the old mattress just visible through the bedroom door and the sagging sofa in the living room.

“Sorry there’s no food in the kitchen, but there’s a store about a block from here if you’re up for a walk. I’d hang around but I have to get to a class.”

Yasha twisted to look at Beau, something bubbling up in her chest that felt a lot like gratitude and a little like something indescribable. She watched as Beau fiddled with her key ring, only realizing what was happening when Beau pulled a key off and tossed it to Yasha. She just barely managed to catch it and not make a fool of herself.

“That’s the key to the door for ya. And,” Beau pulled a crumpled, folded piece of paper from her pocket, holding it out to Yasha. “My number, in case you have questions or you need anything. I’m a night owl and an early riser, so chances are I’ll answer whenever.”

“Thank you,” Yasha warbled after a long moment, clutching the key so hard the grooves of its identity imprinted into her palm. The notches stung like she would never forget their shape. “I mean it. This is...a lot.”

Beau rubbed the back of her neck, scuffing the toe of her sneaker against the worn floorboards. “It’s nothin’ really...”

“No,” Yasha insisted. “It’s a lot. Thank you.”

Beau’s gaze met Yasha’s intense stare, her bright blue eyes wide as they took in Yasha’s sincerity. A handful of seconds stretched into eternity before Beau ducked her head, rubbing at the back of her neck.

“Yeah...sure.”

Yasha was getting the impression she wasn’t the only one completely out of her depth in this situation.

“I’ll come around tomorrow with updates...bye.”

Yasha watched her duck out the door, disappearing down the hallway before she shut the door behind Beau and clicked the lock.

--

The garage had Yasha’s car fixed and ready to go after two days. Yasha was still in town three months later.

In all honesty, she’s not sure how it happened.

The night she planned to leave, Beau had swung by and insisted on seeing her off. They ended up at a diner, tucked into a booth, talking like they actually knew each other. Next thing Yasha realized, it was nearing midnight, and they were being asked to wrap up so the diner could close. The chef had called to them from the window, an older looking man with bright pink hair who gave Beau a knowing look and a wink.

Somehow, that unplanned extra night turned into months. Yasha had taken on the lease from the absent Caleb for his apartment. She found a job at the local florist, a job she quietly enjoyed. The gravity of her situation only set in after she bought sheets for the mattress.

She met Jess - real name Jester, or Genevieve, but Yasha couldn’t sure - a bubbly girl with deep blue hair and the sweetest attitude ever. Her fingertips were permanently paint stained, and she left hastily sketched dicks everywhere she went. Yasha also met the tow truck driver from the first day, a guy named Fjord. They were a weird mix of individuals, but somehow they got on just fine. They ate dinner together every Thursday night at the same bar owned by the guy who tended the bar - one of those small town things. His name was Mollymauk - Molly for short and sometimes they instead of he - with inordinately purple hair and makeup to match.

Yasha never really spent a lot of time in her apartment. She didn’t see the point, not when she had access to the florist shop, or the diner, or anywhere else with Jess, Fjord, Molly, or Beau. Especially not when Jess’ apartment she shared with Fjord was so much warmer, much more like a home.

It took three months before Beau stopped mid-sentence of a story and blinked at Yasha over their pancakes in the diner.

“This is probably a stupid question, but did you have somewhere to be?”

Yasha looked up, confused. “Right now? Uh...no? My shift at the shop doesn’t start for another three hours.”

“No, no, I meant like outside this town. You told me you were passing through, before.”

“Oh,” Yasha set down her fork and looked out the window. Her chest felt tight. That afternoon seemed like a lifetime ago - a whole other person ago. “Not really.”

“Do...uhm,” Yasha looked over at Beau to find her pushing her food around her plate awkwardly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

This was difficult for both of them. If Yasha had learned anything in her time here, it was that they both struggled to convey their emotions eloquently. But that Beau tried meant everything to Yasha. The least she could do was meet her halfway.

“I was running, and I didn’t know where or when I would stop. But I guess this place is where I’m meant to be.”

“Why were you running?” Beau stared at her, gaze intense in a way Yasha found endearing. She watched like nothing else in the world could distract her.

“I...I had a wife. And I lost her rather abruptly almost six months ago. I tried to stay for a while, to keep what we had built together, but I wasn’t strong enough. So I ran and hoped that I would find something worth staying for again before I fell off the world.”

Beau stared at Yasha openly over their half-eaten breakfast, eyes wide.

“You stayed here. Does that mean you found something here?”

Yasha looked at Beau, at her messy bun and her undercut that needed a fresh shave. She took in the puddle of syrup, slowly saturating Beau’s pancakes and the half gone pile of bacon. Beau’s cellphone sat face down on the table so her attention stayed on Yasha. She realized the baggy sweater Beau had on was one Yasha had misplaced almost a month ago. Yasha lost her breath at the butterflies that fluttered to life in her stomach.

“I think so,” Yasha breathed, tethered and unhinged all at once.

--

They didn’t talk about it, because of course they didn’t.

But two weeks after their pancake conversation, Beau invited Yasha out for a night on the town. There were only two bars with decent night life here, and Yasha had been to both of them exactly once during her time here. (The daytime trips to Molly’s bar didn’t count, of course. She had only been to their bar for the night life once.)

She met Beau in the middle, and they walked together the rest of the way.

Beau had gotten her undercut shaved tight again, but it was hidden with the way her hair spilled loose and long down her back. She had a cobalt lace crop top on - the one with the built-in bra. The way it showed off the definition of her muscles was doing things to Yasha. The black cigarette pants didn’t help either.

A few drinks and way too many EDM songs later - or maybe only a few? Yasha couldn’t tell them apart - Yasha remained upright from adrenaline alone. Somewhere between the drinks and the beat of the music, Beau pressed up against Yasha, wiry arms winding around Yasha’s neck as they danced. Yasha wasn’t much of a dancer in any regard, but she was just tipsy enough to not care.

Beau’s hips fit comfortably in the space between Yasha’s hands, and Yasha resolutely tried not to follow that train of thought. For no other reason than she didn’t want to ruin a good thing, and there was no way Beau felt the same.

Beau pushed onto her toes, shiny black boots creasing with the motion as her lace top rode up her enticing torso.

“I really want to kiss you,” Beau called over the heavy thrum of the base. Her voice nearly got lost in the din, but Yasha heard her. She couldn’t pretend she didn’t. The weight of her heart dropping into her stomach hit too heavy and real to ignore.

Fuck, she wanted to kiss Beau, too.

Yasha’s t-shirt stuck to random parts of her torso with sweat, a detail she was now hyper-aware of with how little space existed between her and Beau. The press of bodies around them was abruptly unnerving. So much so, Yasha wound an arm around Beau’s shoulders and steered them both free, ducking into the hallway that lead to the bathrooms as Yasha gasped for air.

Beau leaned her back against the wall for support, peering at Yasha with far too much clarity for someone who could barely stand upright.

“Are you okay, Yash?” Her voice was quieter now that they had moved out of the main bar, but the base still pounded like a heartbeat through the floorboards.

With more confidence than Yasha would ever possess in her life, she caged Beau in, a hand on either side of her head against the wall. As Beau stared up at her with unabashed awe, Yasha’s face warmed with flushed embarrassment.

“I want to kiss you so bad.”

“Then do it,” Beau said. It sounded like a dare, but she said it as if she were asking permission.

With a quick swoop into Beau’s space, Yasha pressed her lips to Beau’s with the barest amount of pressure. A feather-light, electric brush of a promise, a question, and an invitation. Yasha moved no closer.

Beau leaned in, and as far as kisses went, it was simple. Neither of them surged toward the other, or grappled for purchase to deepen the embrace. It was an easy press of lips, testing the waters despite the alluring tug of the tide.

Tipsy seconds later, Beau pulled back first with a soft gasp. Yasha’s eyes fluttered open, and she felt like a cheesy teenager when she realized they had closed without her knowledge.

“Do you want to do this?” Beau asked, voice soft and a little wrecked despite the chaste kiss.

Yasha, never one for many words, gave a quick nod and ducked back in. It wasn’t confidence, more like the beginning of a realization.

Beau held onto her, this time hands back around Yasha’s neck and fingers tangled deep in Yasha’s wild hair. Yasha took one hand from the wall to cup the back of Beau’s head, fingers sliding easily over the short hairs of Beau’s undercut.

It wasn’t a fireball kiss, but it tasted like the whiskey shots they had done half an hour ago. Beau’s lips were soft and a stark contrast to the way she kissed Yasha. It wasn’t falling stars and fire lit in her chest, nor was it a cosmic shift of puzzle pieces snapping into place. As before, it was a realization, a revelation of something that might have been there for a while.

Beau kissed Yasha back, and she thought about pancakes at the diner and memorizing the way Beau’s eyes scrunched when she laughed. Yasha rubbed her thumb over Beau’s jawline and Beau’s sharp grin burst to life behind her eyelids. A tug to Yasha’s hair reminded her of Beau offering to braid Yasha’s messy locks every time they all slept at Jess’ place. Beau licked into Yasha’s mouth and all at once, Yasha pictured her apartment. She saw the walls she had kept carefully bare, the sheets she had bought, but no other furniture. The echoing emptiness of a place abandoned for a better chance, and inhabited by the echo of who Yasha used to be.

And what did people say about echoes being louder in empty rooms?

Beau kissed Yasha, and Yasha realized she didn’t want to be an echo anymore.

Beau made her feel solid in a way that was undemanding. She merely held out her hand and asked for the pieces of Yasha that were real, the parts she was willing to share. She helped Yasha make them into a complete picture.

Yasha kissed Beau back with all the gentle strength she could muster through the weight of her epiphany and the whiskey.

This time, Yasha knew she found something worth staying for.