#ringpops

Walking through the streets of Linkon, as the sun hides behind fluffy clouds and the wind mercilessly blows into your face, your mind and body have been craving one thing and one thing only ever since the mission had ended....

Something sweet. So sweet that it would give you cavities. You didn't care about your sugar restrictions, even if your doctor reprimanded you later on. YOU NEEDED THAT SUGAR NOW!

You spot a nearby convenience store, and immediately you shift from a slow walk to a "MOVE OUT OF MY WAY! I'M EXCITED" pep walk. It's not noticeable to the common eye, but hey, it's what you feel in that moment. Though a certain red-eyed fiend had deciphered it immediately as he stared at the footage, the screen in front of him transmitted every pixel thoroughly from his trusted crow.

Right before you trigger the motion sensors of the sliding doors, Mephisto, perched on a nearby tree, cawed to grab your attention. Your head swings upwards at the familiar calling, and your gaze zones in on the mechanical crow. You sigh and unlock your phone immediately as you walk into the store. You feel the air conditioning of the store enveloping your entire being, and your phone rings.

Sylus.... The leader of Onychinus is calling you at a very crucial moment.

Your eye twitches as you accept his video call. Cutting him off before he can spout any cryptic messages, you begin, "You have 10 seconds to explain to me why you are calling me in the middle of the day, on a weekday no less and mind you, in broad daylight.... Wait! Are you in my apartment?" Your eyes widen in realisation.

His rich laugh flows through your phone's speaker as you immediately reduce the volume in a panic as people look over at you, and you grimace in apology, walking towards a more secluded aisle.

"What are you doing here?", you whisper-yell at him, bringing your phone closer to your face, glaring at him. Yet it doesn't even phase him as he continues to smirk.

"I'm not in the convenience store right now with you, sweetie."

"You know what I mean, Skye", you grit your teeth.

"Be careful. We don't want to weaken your gums further."

Oh, how you want to wipe that smug smile off his face... Maybe you should punch him? Or just kiss him silly.

"What are you doing here in LINKON? And of all places, my apartment."

"I just wanted to surprise you. Since you got back early from work. But it seems you are already treating yourself. Didn't the doctor advise you to stay away from sugar for at least 3 months? Especially packed items?", his tone carries a teasing lilt along with a bit of concern.

"A little bit won't hurt, boss-man. If it helps you stay off my case, then I'll just buy something small for me. Like a lollipop. Deal?"

"Buy a small one and come back soon. I'll be waiting.", a warm smile grazes his lips, crimson eyes swirling with what you can only say is love.

"Almost there.", you return his smile with the very same level of emotion, and you end the call, making your way to the snack aisle. You ignore the mouth-watering sensation in your tongue as you make your way to the lollis. Browsing through all the different options, you can't make up your mind on the flavour you want. But when your eyes land on a particular brand, you can't help but want to buy 4 of them.

Satisfied with your purchase, along with the essentials that needed restocking, you exited the store, swinging the plastic bag happily. Mephisto takes flight and perches himself on top of your shoulder.

"Don't worry, buddy. I got you something too.", you scratch the top of his metal beak and fetch out a small plush toy for his nest, showing it to him. He caws in what seems to be a thank you.

Making your way back to your apartment (forget abt your villa LADS players, ya'll still live in an apartment), rummaging through your handbag for your keys, before you can open the door, it swings open as Sylus opens his arms for you to fall into his embrace.

You don't accept his invitation and rather push him lightly by the chest as he moves out of the way, letting you in.

"Is that how you treat your guests, kitten?", his lips curl into a Cheshire grin.

"Not people who break into my house.", you counter back, crashing into your couch, scattered with plushies and pillows to simulate the feeling of resting on clouds. Groaning as you stretch to relieve your stiff muscles, you open the cover and take out two packets.

They are....ring pops?

He walks up to you, towering over your resting form, arms crossed with the red-eyed crow perched on his broad shoulder. Brows furrowed, and tilting his head, he questions you, "Didn't you say you would buy only a small one for yourself? These are really big, sweetie, and you bought four packs." He raises his right hand, pressing his thumb to the inside of his palm, letting the rest of his fingers stretch out to put an emphasis on the number.

"Those two are for the twins. And these two...", you rip them both open in a swift movement, grinning as you take the blue raspberry out and wear it on your ring finger.

"Are for us..", you continue.

You release the red one from its prison and hand it to him in a mock proposal. "Will you be oh so benevolent so as to accept my humble gift, my lord?"

His stance relaxes, letting out a brief sigh through his nose. Shaking his head, silver locks reflecting the setting sun's rays that filter through your small apartment window.

"You do know I don't like sweet things don't you? And yet you buy me a cherry pop."

"I know. And I also know you like sour things. That's why I picked the SOUR cherry.", your tone raises to stress on the "sour" part and you (attempt to) wiggle your eyebrows to tease him further.

He plucks the red ring pop, which doesn't hold a candle to his crimson eyes - you note. He slides it onto his pinky finger as his tongue pokes out, giving the faux ruby kitten licks.

Your breath catches for a moment, blood rushing to your cheeks as the 6'2 man settles himself beside you without breaking eye contact. Distracting yourself, you start sucking on your sapphire like candy furiously enough to stain your tongue and lips blue quickly.

"That's too much sugar, kitten. Won't you get in trouble?"

You poke your tongue out, stained a shade of indigo. "What are you going to do? Take it away from me? Well, guess what? It's already mine.", you blurt out quickly. Your tone oscillates between defensiveness and embarrassment.

"Hmmm...Maybe I will."

He places both his hands on the couch beside your head, knees on each side of your torso, caging you as he leans into your personal space. His warm breath fanning your face, the tips of your noses brush - a featherlight touch, sending shivers down your spine.

He gives a final big slurp on the pop laying on his pinky and then uses the tip of his ring finger to smudge the colour further onto his lips.

"Maybe we both should share. Shouldn't be so greedy, especially to a guest. What do you say, kitten?", he smirks but doesn't lean in further. Waiting for your approval. He would never do anything that would make you uncomfortable. It is a fact that doesn't need to be verbalised. Because he always makes sure.

"I thought you didn't like sweet things, Mr.Boss-man.", you reply, your voice barely a whisper.

"Tastes change, sweetie. I like anything as long as it's you.", his voice drops along with the colour in his crimson eyes. Blown out pupils hiding behind silver lashes like curtains.

The palms of your hands move up to cup his cheeks and you give a slight nod in consent. He pries one of your hands away and turns his head to press the plush of his lips to your palm in a reverent kiss. His gaze still on you with what can only be described as devotion.

Both of you lean into eachother, more eager than ever. His hands move to wrap around your waist as you both abandoning your pops and finally give into whatever was floating in the air for so long. It's hard to put a finger on the feeling. Is it desire, lust, or just a moment of weakness?

You feel the air get knocked out of you, not in a bad way like when you fight off wanderers. No. This felt good. Like all your worries could be thrown out for a moment, and you could just fall because, at the end of the day, this man would always catch you. His lips feel a bit dry. It's not perfect. There seems to be a cut that healed wrong that the normal eye can't discern. But you can feel it. You press yourself further into him, and he grunts at the pressure but welcomes it. His hands roam further, one on your waist and the other wrapping itself lightly on your neck. It doesn't choke you, but rather he presses it at the back to support you.

You moan in response, your jaw opening further, giving him access. He plunges his tongue in, brushing against yours. You hold onto his biceps quickly to ground yourself and then move to tug at his silver locks. Now it's your turn to assault him with your tongue. Both the flavours start mixing. It's sweet at first, but the sourness of the cherry begins seeping in. Almost neutralising the overly chemical sweetness of your raspberry. It's messy, but it's perfect. There is a balance that both of you can't get enough of.

But alas, both of you need air. Even if there were gasps of air in between, it isn't enough to satisfy your lungs. Reluctantly, you break away from the kiss. Your pants fill the air. Both your lips glisten purple. Feeling lightheaded, you blush as you process what the two of you had acted upon.

It wasn't a moment of weakness. The moment you look at him, you just know it's a bag of mixed feelings, just like the flavours you both conjured up in that moment.

His chuckle floats through the air, rattling your brain within. The deep baritone, echoing in your ears, resonating in your soul. Licking his lips, now all purple, he comments, "Maybe sugar is not so bad for both of us when it's coming from you."

Yeah..... you're done for. Whatever is going on between the two of you might just be a new flavour of love.

Bonus: The moment the two of you started flirting, Mephisto swiped the cover that held his new toys and the twins' ring pops and flew out the window. He flew continuously with no rest to be as far away from seeing or hearing his parents having a fun time. He successfully dropped off the twins' twisted ring pops (that they enjoyed thoroughly) and then the mechanical birdie slept soundly with the tiny plush you bought for him.

a/n: Heyyy guys...ISTG I'M NOT DEAD. I WAS 🤏 CLOSE THO. I can't be eating sugar or packed items for a while so I'm just writing this to make me feel better TvT I legit have a lot to write, but I have my finals soon, and I'm graduating soon, so I will be going into hiatus again probably. I'll try my best to start writing more content and small headcanons at the very least. I am medically disabled, so writing does hurt, though I'm willing to try :)). I hope all of you are doing well and HAPPY NEW YEAR. WOHOOO ALSO THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A KISS SCENE. THE WAY I STRUGGLED WAS DIABOLICAL LOL. Pls give me a follow and let me know if you wanna be tagged in my tag list

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ALSO HUGE THANK YOU TO: @vibs-4951 and @xavibunbuni for helping me plot this out. The former for helping me remember the plot I forgot, and the latter for giving me tips to write THE scene. ahem ahem

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