#he shakes his snacks in his hands before he eats them. he watches the rain and says 'we needed this'. he sneezes at ungodly volumes

[devilbrakers]

thinking abt akira and his Dad™ qualities...

#he tells everyone he's just gonna rest his eyes for a minute and falls asleep with his arms crossed on the couch #he shakes his snacks in his hands before he eats them. he watches the rain and says 'we needed this'. he sneezes at ungodly volumes #he watches motorcycle videos at full blast in the living room. he tells you you should check your oil unprompted. he mows the lawn at 7am #anyway. sorry im being annoying djsfkl #i need him

[sturniolo-rat]

The High Life Part 1

Matt Sturniolo X Stoner!Reader

Part 2

A/N: because I need a babysitter when I’m high and this is generally how it goes.

Contains: fluff💕, daddy k!nk

TW: drug use

In which Matt babysits a high Y/N and she becomes submissive and breedable😏

“Matt, would you still love me if I was a worm?” Y/N asks, looking at him through a cloud of smoke.

He looks up from his game “You’re high as shit, but yes, I would, the fuck”? She’s always asking dumbass questions when she smokes. Matt doesn’t smoke himself, but he likes to be around to watch Y/N. Not only does she look really hot, but she becomes so baby, and he wants to take care of her. 

“Okay, but what would you do?” She looks up at him expectantly, looking for a very specific answer.

He turns in his chair. “I’d put you somewhere safe and find the wizard bastard that did this to you.”

Y/N shakes her head furiously. “No, there’s no wizard. The universe just took my human form back and decided I was actually supposed to be a worm.” She says, pulling the rolling tray onto her lap as she sits on the bed facing him crisscross applesauce.

“Alright, easy.” He claps his hands. I got this.” She pauses grinding her weed to lean in. This time, she’s hoping for a more pleasing answer. “I’m going outside every day, rain or shine, even if it’s a hurricane, and I’m screaming up at the sky and demanding the universe turn you back.”

Wrong again. “Oh, so you only care for my human body and not my worm body?” she says indignantly as she struggles to roll her joint.

He grabs her face and kisses her forehead. “Baby, please, you already know you’d have a 6-foot terrarium in our room” he takes her rolling tray off of her and starts fixing her shitty rolling. “but I know you’d be sad cuz you wouldn’t be able to talk. Hence my screaming at the universe.” He licks the end of the rolling paper and seals the joint up. “It’s all for you, my love.” And he holds the perfectly rolled joint out. He learned to roll for her recently. He can only roll joints thought because blunts are for losers, and Y/N doesn’t fuck with tobacco. 

She takes it from him, completely shocked. “Well,, I guess that’s nice of you?” Referring to his hypothetical screaming and his unhypothetical miracle joint rolling skills. “Since when did you know how to do anything even remotely related to drugs?” 

“Last week. I thought I would help my baby out in all her endeavors.” He cracks a smile, knowing he’s thoroughly impressed her. 

She spaces out for a few seconds, then Says, “Could I come outside sometimes?”

He nods, instantly, knowing that her brain just did a factory reset, and is talking about the worm hypothetical again. “Mhmm, I’d put you in my shirt pocket, and we’d go on dates, and I’d get you plates of dirt to eat.” This was not the answer she was looking for because it was so much better, and just so perfectly Matt.

“You’re amazing.”

He pats her head. “I’ll go get you some snacks and water, Lovie.” He leaves, and Y/N feels so comfy and loved. 

“Get my special cup, please!” she yells to the kitchen. The cup in question is a 40-oz stainless steel tumbler that says Daddy’s Girl. Matt knows she’s in subspace. 

When he comes back to the room, Y/N is all cuddled up in bed with the stuffed shark he won at the fair last month. He’s got her special cup in hand and his arms full of chips. He throws them all on the bed and hands over the cup. “Got your cuppy, Sweetheart.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” he never liked being called Daddy before he met Y/N. She just brings something out in him. When she’s around, he just wants to take care of her in every conceivable way. 

“Anything for you, Baby.” He sits beside her on the bed, and she lies her head on his lap. Matt feeds her chips as they watch Family Guy. It’s amusing watching tv with Y/N when she’s high because she can’t follow the plot story shit. He likes asking her what she thinks is happening and listening to her crazy, convoluted answers. 

Somehow, over the course of a couple of hours Y/N ends up sitting between his legs with her back against his chest. She cranes her neck and stares up at him for a while. His lips look so soft, and she can’t look away. Matt notices this and tries to focus her back on the show. “So, what do you think Brian and Stevie are up to right now?”

“D’know.” She shrugs and continues to look at him.

“Do you need something, baby?” He asks.

“Mhmm,” she said, shaking her head and biting her lip.

Matt knows exactly where she’s going with this. “What do you need,

Love. You have to tell me before I can help you.”

“I need you, Daddy.” with that, she opens up a whole new can of worms.

Smutty part 2

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[nishimiyachan55]

My curse boyfriend

(Chapter one)

Pairing: Mahito(jujutsu kaisen)X reader

Chapters: 1/?

other chapters : chapter 2 , 3 , 4 , 5

Word count: 3.3k

Date!

It was a rainy day. Heavy rain pouring with strong wind. People passing through with umbrella in their hand. You entered your university compound holding an umbrella in your one hand, and your bag on the other. Heavy rain and wind were soaking your clothes and hair. You walked faster as you could to get to the library struggling to hold your umbrella in position from the wind.

You let out a sigh of relief when you finally reach to the stairs to the library room. Closing your umbrella, shaking the water off, you walked the stairs up. Drops of Water falling down from your hair, You put your umbrella in the basket in front of the library entrance. The staff at the library counter greeted you with a smile and you return the greeting with a nod. The library was really quiet, you thought you were the only one there besides the staff lady.

Blending in to the dark gloomy library ambience You let a frown on your face thinking who would come to this boring library on an off day.

Your face filled with disappointment,    “I was suppose to be in my home…. Watching  series….or anime……. Lazily lounging on my bed eating snacks, especially on a rainy day like this….”   You mumbled to your self.  You didn’t want to come to the library on an off day but you had an assignment to work on, for that you need a particular book from the library which led you walking in to the library on a heavy rainy day.

You think about this all while searching for the book you needed. Your white shirt was still wet and was sticking to your body. Legs hurting from your heels, You thought how dumb were you to wear heels on a rainy day like this.  You just wanted to throw them away. 

Skimming through the books on each stacks, finally your eyes locked on the name of the book you wanted. Your lip turned into a faint smile of relief, thinking you can go to your room as soon as this ends. You lift your hand to pull the book out of the stack. But before you could touch it someone pulled the book to the other side of the shelf. Through the gap created by pulling that book, your eyes locked with the person on the other side of the shelf. 

Mismatched eyes, strands of greyish blue hair covering most of his forehead, stiches across his face, his eyes staring into yours. You just stood there for a couple of seconds, then Suddenly break the eye contact with a small jerk, a sudden reflection from your brain. You slowly walked on to the other side of the shelf. Turning the end of the shlef you saw the man’s full figure. Long hair that splits into three knots, something like a dark blue baggy top and skinny pants with a pair of white sneakers. There was stiches on his hand and neck too. But he was surprisingly attractive.

He was standing there looking at you with an amused look on his face. Your eyes fell onto the book which he was holding in his hand. Feeling of shyness taking over Your body, you walked towards him in a slow pace. Your footsteps were  echoing through the walls, you stopped, Standing infront of him looking down to the floor you asked 

 “Uumm…..can you giVe that book to mme…?” 

 Pinning your hair behind your ear you gave a timid glance up to his face lowering your head.

 Looking down at you, he  gave you a confused frown. That face…….. you couldn’t hold your eye contact, looking away from his eyes you said 

 “ It will be a great help…. If you give me that book…”

After a moment of silence, He hummed, rubbing two fingers on his chin and a soft voice came out from his mouth 

“why should I give you this!”

He said this keeping the eye contact still holding that grin on his face. His voice was playful, almost teasing.  Glaring at him you still didn’t know what to say. You need that book it’s important. If you didn’t get it, there is no use in coming all the way to the library in this heavy rain. It will be all for nothing. For a moment you thought of grabbing that book from his hand and running away. But then you thought it will be a stupid idea. Judging from his appearance, its hard for you to grab it from him. You hum in disappointment and said with a pout on your face 

“what will you get huh…! What about I buy you something to eat!?

You wasn’t sure what to say and you knew it was a stupid thing to say. You knew at this point you definitely look dumb. He looked at you blinking his eyes in a childish way and started laughing. You felt more stupid regretting what you said and embarrassment rush through your cheek. You bit your tongue and tried not to show your embarrassment. He wiped a drop of tear from his one eye which formed from laughter. Then took a deep breath looking back at you and started talking 

“that was the funniest thing I’ve heard in a while”

You frowned your eyebrows and looked at him. He extended his hand offering the book to you. At first you face gave a confused look, blinking at the book in his hand and back to his face twice. Then your frown suddenly changed into a smile. You grabbed it from his hand. Finally relieved, letting out a sigh, You thanked him. 

“you don’t know how much your help mean to me” . Holding that book in your hand you continued  “Since you help me with this what about I help finding a book for you?”   you said it in a cheerful way winking at him. He smiled at that and gave you a nod saying “okay!” You two started  looking at the shelfs skimming though different sections.

 Actually telling to help him with finding a book was a bad idea, you thought to yourself. Because you are not a reading type of person. You actually love to stick to your phone all day, scrolling through social media, watching series or listening to music. Reading was never an option for you. You only read for study purpose. So you didn’t know much about books. You didn’t know what to suggest him. But Your eye caught on a interesting name on a book.

You reached to pull it out, and opened it. It was something about literature, something you couldn’t understand. Even looking at it made you yawn. So you decided to suggest him this book, maybe he will think you are familiar with reading. Thinking this in your silly mind You giggled. When you turned back to face him, your face almost hit his chest… He was so close to your face. It gave you chills on your stomach. 

Leaning down taking a better look at the book ,he said “this one looks interesting” . He took that book from your hand.  “You have good taste in books. Don’t ya?”  He complimented you skimming through the pages. You gave a forced smile showing your teeth, rubbing your hand on your head. 

“I’ll take this one” he smiled in a cute way closing his eyes. It made you happy like you did something great.  You two walked out of the library together. It was still raining outside. You took your umbrella from the basket and walked to the stairs with him. He was walking beside you. You peeked at him from the corner of your eye. Focusing on the scars on his face. It felt like he survived from a bad accident or something, barely escaping from death but in a bad shape, which led stitching his whole face together. But still those stiches made him look more handsome.

You wanted to ask his name,and when you were about to ask…. He looked at you. Suddenly you felt something in your stomach, a jolt… and you looked away from him. 

“you study here?” He asked. You nodded. That is when you wondered if he is from here. You never saw someone like that here before. Maybe he doesn’t study here, maybe he just came to the library. Even if he study here how you suppose to know him. The university is too big, you don’t even know all the students in your own department,then how you suppose to know students from other. 

You two reached downstairs. It was still raining. Then you noticed he doesn’t have an umbrella. So you offered him to join you. He took the umbrella from your hand, holding it in his one hand, and with the other he wrapped around your back holding on your shoulder, and he pushed you closer to him so you two can fit in.

 His sudden touch send shivers to your toes. You cling your teeth together. His hands were cold. You tried not to look at him when you two walked in the rain together. Your heartbeat slowly started to raise when the thought clicked in your brain, you were walking with a really hot guy…..you were blushing. But that moment of happiness didn’t last long, with a big sound of horn a car rushed so fast in front of you two splashing water all over your body. You two just stood there for a second, soaking in water, blinking your eyes. It was so embarrassing. You almost cried from embarrassment. At that time you thought if you could vanish from there.

“are you alright!?” He inquired if you were fine

“im alright…”  but your brain screamed you are not! If you could see the guy who drive that car you would definitely slap him. Breaking from that thought you moved on.

 You lead him to a coffee shop near by. It was still crowded on the sidewalk even in this heavy rain. People passing beside you with umbrella on their hand. 

When you reach the coffee shop, he closed your umbrella and set it aside. Opening the glass door, you two entered the shop and looked at the menu. You asked him what he wanted. He was looking at all those different types of flavours with a frown on his face. There were different types of sweets displayed in the glass shelf too. He put his two palms on the glass shelf, pressing his face between them and he looked through the glass. He pouted.

“I don’t know. I never had these before. Maybe you should order something for me…after all its your treat” . He looked back at you with a childish smile. There was something soothing about his voice and the way he smiles. You couldn’t take your eyes of him when he was smiling. 

Finally you ordered something you like. But when you lifted your hand to take the cup from the employee, he was giving you a weird look. Then you looked at your shirt. Your shirt was messy from that car splash, shirt sticking on to your body showing your clothes underneath it. You felt awkward and you grabbed the cups from him and walk out as fast as you could. Holding two cups in your hand you asked 

“ I never asked your name” you gave one cup to him.  “Its mahito” he said holding the cup and looking at it like he saw it for the first time. “and….. yours?”. Your said your name with a smile “its Y/n”.

 The way he play with the straw, pushing air down making bubble sounds made you laugh. It was so cute. He was acting like a child. And when he finally tasted it, he looked confused. He hummed. “Its not that bad”   he pouted. Looking at his gestures you stood there a for a minute in silence. A beep sound break you from that silence. You took your phone out from your bag and checked the message. It was from your friend, the one who recommended you the book,the one who told you to get it from the library. She was asking about the book. You replied to her text and looked back at mahito. He looked so cute with that innocent smile still playing with the straw. You couldn’t help your self from slowly turning on the camera in your phone, and you looked at him though the screen, silently clicking a picture. You made sure he didn't notice. 

 Watching the rain you two stood  at the side of the shop drinking coffee, then you talked in your mind , what’s next! Hmm…..You don’t want to leave him so soon. You just wanted to spend some more time with him. But you didn’t want to ask him to stay with you for more time. It’s embarrassing. But at the same time you don’t want to let him go too. 

“im going to the train station. Where are you off to?”  You asked leaving your thoughts behind. He hummed in return saying,

“ hmm….. I don’t know. I don’t have any plans for today. In that case I’ll walk you to the train station.”

You felt a pressure on your throat,  but from happiness and excitement. You can stay with him for some more time. You tried to hold your excitement. You two continued walking. You hated this rain when you were walking to the library but now you wish this rain would never stop. In this way you can stay close to him under the umbrella.

 You just met him before an hour or so. But still you feel so attracted to him. You never felt like this to someone else. Of course you dated other men, but nothing felt like this. Like he was special and you still couldn’t understand why. Then Suddenly you felt Mahito stopped walking. You paused your footsteps and turn your head to his side. He was looking at a poster on the side walk. It was of a movie playing in theaters. He leaned closer to that poster getting a good look of it. And he pointed at it and turned your side 

“Y/n, do you wanna go for this movie with me?” You stood there for a minute with amusement not knowing what to say. After a moment you felt a jolt in your stomach. It was a surprise for you. You never expected this. Your stomach was again filling with that feeling. “ Umm….. guess I have time for this”. You smiled at him with a nod. 

He hold your wrist leading the way into the theater. Your brain felt like freezing from the sudden touch. You hesitantly followed him. He told you to buy tickets. You bought two of them. You didn’t even look at the movie poster well. It doesn’t even bother you. You just wanted to spend some more time with him. 

You two entered the theater room. It wasn’t crowded at all. Only two or three people were sitting here and there. You searched for your seat and made your self comfortable on the seat when you found it. Mahito sat next to you.

 At that time you felt like it was ‘date’. Or was it a date? You two met, talked, drink coffee together and now you’re watching a movie together. Sounds more like a date to you. Yes a ‘date’….that word echoed in your head, making a big smile on your face. You tried to hide your blush struggling to process all this information in your brain. 

But then a hand rested on yours. At that point you let your guard down you couldn’t handle it. You almost felt dizzy. You were sweating even in that air-conditioned room. He was holding your hand, his clod fingers touching yours crossing with your fingers. Your hand felt slippery. You wanted to wipe the sweat  formed in your palms. You tried to pull away slowly but his grip tightened more holding your hand in place.

 Concentrating on the screen you tried not to pay attention to his hand. But you couldn’t. All your attention was on to his touch. You just sit there like that till the end of the movie. And finally when it was finished you tried to pull your hand back but he hold it still, won’t letting you pull it away from his.  Leaning your side, he lifted his hand holding yours towards his cheeks, slowly caressing your fingers on his cheeks. He looked into your eyes and with a soothing tone he asked “do you need anything in return for buying me movie tickets?” Your heart beat was raising. Your eyes opened wide staring into his mesmerizing eyes.

 You wanted to ask him many things but you couldn’t spill out a word. The way he was looking into your eyes, your silly brain was telling you to kiss him. “No”. It slip from your mouth even if you didn’t wanted to, suppressing all your feelings. He sit still like that for some time still staring into your eyes “Hmm….well then ok. Let’s go”.  He stand up from the seat, leaving your hand and began to walk outside. You felt really disappointed from inside but you didn’t show it. You just followed him.

It was still raining outside. The sky was so dark that it’s already felt like the sun is setting down. You forgot about the time when you were in theater. Your leg was hurting so bad from your  heels. You couldn’t walk so well. You just wanted to throw them away. You were dragging your self struggling to walk.

“Y/n,…if you want I can lift you up in my arms and walk you to the train station”  he noticed your pain.

You felt a tingling sensation in your stomach hearing his words. But you said “ its okay. Im fine. I can walk”

When you two reached the train station, you thought he will say goodbye to you from there. But he didn’t. He escorted you in the train also. At this point you thought maybe he will follow you to your home. That thought send a little spark of fear into your brain. Even though you spend a day with him, he is a complete stranger you just met that day.  He was sitting beside you on the seat. After a short time the train reached your destination. Your home wasn’t that far from your university. It was a short train ride. You walked out from the train,he was still following you. But then when you started to feel a little uncomfortable.

“it’s dark already! Its not a good idea to let you walk home by your own. Who knows what kind of creep you will bump into!?”  Mahito looked concerned about you. “So it’s better I walk you home. Isn’t it?”  His sweet smile pushed that uncomfortable feeling from you and you smiled back. 

Now you were walking with him to your way home. Darkness already covered the streets. It was quiet. When you reach to the corner of the sidewalk near your home, you stopped walking and turned to his side to say goodbye to him.

 “So this is it. I can go from here by my own. Thank you for walking me home and…. For a wonderful day”.  He smiled in a cute way. Before leaving, you wanted to ask for his number and you did. “Um…..is there any way I can contact you?”. You asked fidgeting with your hair. 

“hm….. contacting me huh…well don’t worry. If I wanna see you again I’ll definitely find you”.

 Saying this he turned back and walked away looking at you from over his shoulders. You stood there for a minute looking at him walking away from you. Then you turned back and began to slowly walk to your home. Looking down to the sidewalk, from the corner of your eye, you could see a creepy looking curse passing through the sidewalk.  “Find me huh…!” You mumbled in a low voice.

Mahito was also lost in his thoughts. “So this is what humans call the thing ‘date’ huh! Interesting…” He giggled walking away and blending into the darkness. 

#mahito #jjk mahito #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #mahito x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #cursed spirit #jujutsu kaisen manga #jujutsu kaisen anime #mahitox Y/n

[everlastlady]

Happy Sinmas

✵- Author's Note: Happy Holidays, Happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas, and especially Happy Yule/Winter Solstices. I hope that you are all doing well during this holiday. Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

✵- Word Count: 2265

✵- Story Contains: Mammon, Reader, Lucifer, Lilith, Baby Charlie, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Cussing, and fluff towards the end.

✵- Note: Keep in mind that this is the past so Charlie Morningstar is a baby and Fizz hasn't met Asmodeus.

(Name) turned on their side and groaned as they felt little feet jumping on the bed and high pitched screams of happiness from their children. “ It’s Sinmas, wake up! “ The children repeatedly jumped up and down. (Name) sat up their hair a mess that it covered their eyes but they looked over to see their husband Mammon still asleep, of course he could sleep through this. He could sleep through a big earthquake and still look fresh faced. “ Alright, kids, me and your dad will be there in a second, go downstairs and don’t open the gifts yet we still have to wait for your aunts, uncles, and cousins to arrive. “ (Name) said. “ Aww! Okay… “ The twins jumped off the bed and ran downstairs. (Name) knew that their eldest son was probably in his room either asleep or painting to which (Name) didn’t really want to bother them. They knew that Jamison didn’t like social gatherings so they made a mental note to just let them open gifts and go back upstairs, and also a mental note to bring them a plate of food. (Name) looked over at a snoring and drooling Mammon. For a man who gets excited about Sinmas he sure does try to sleep in. “ Mon, wake up honey, the guest will be here soon. “ (Name) said, trying to wake up Mammon with their shakes. But the Greed king wouldn’t budge. (Name) sighed and sat there in bed, then a smirk played on their face. “ I guess I’ll take a steamy hot shower without you~ “ (Name) sung out. Getting out of bed. Mammon shot up quickly. “ No, wait, I'm awake! Let’s shower together, I like it when you massage and wash my back. “ Mammon kissed (Name) the two shared a sweet kiss before pulling away and getting out of bed to start the morning together. Of course (Name) had to make sure the two of them didn’t get distracted in the shower since Mammon was grabby which made him whine whenever (Name) slapped his hand away but they promised that tonight they will give Mammon a special Sinmas gift and with that tone, Mammon already knew what they meant and couldn’t wait for the night.

While (Name) a was upstairs getting ready Mammon was already in his green Sinmas sweater that had a picture of a demon reindeer making it rain money it even said ‘ Don’t Ask For Money I’m Broke ‘ something he always wore during the holidays the two twins Aurora and Fortuna were sitting on the couch in their snowman onesie watching Sinmas cartoons. The tree sat in the living room, a huge green one decorated and shining. So many presents were stacked underneath that the servants had a hard time making sure it didn’t fall over and of course Mammon and (Name) had to make sure none of the kids didn’t open any, especially the ones that weren’t from them. Mammon loved to spoil his family so many goodies were about to be open soon. “ Dad! “ The twins said. “ Come watch cartoons with us! “ The twins said sitting up and separating since they wanted Mammon to sit in the middle both wanting to be with their dad. They were daddy’s girls but they also loved their mom, Mammon just let them get away with more shit. Mammon smiled and sat down watching the cartoon with his daughters. “ Dad, when can we open gifts? “ Aurora asked. “ Yeah, when can we!? “ Fortuna asked. Mammon sat back. “ Uh, your (mom/dad) said when the guest get here. “ Mammon said. “ Can we just open just one? “ Aurora asked. “ Yeah, can we!? “ Fortuna asked. “ I’m not sure, your (mom/dad) really wants to wait, especially for your cousin Charlie. “ Mammon said while rubbing the back of his neck. “ Aw come please daddy please please! “ The twins said while jumping up and down on the couch. Mammon didn’t want to see his little girls upset. Besides it was one gift there are tons to open later. “ Fine, you can open. “ Mammon said, smiling. The little girls squealed and ran over to open one gift. “ If your (mom/dad) kills me it’s your fault, I’ll come back to fault you both. “ Mammon said, leaning back on the couch.

(Name) walked into the living room fixing their Sinmas outfit, they looked up hearing the sound of wrapping paper being torn. Seeing that the twins had opened one gift for each of them. (Name) sighed and crossed their arms. “ Mammon… “ (Name) said, looking at their husband. Mammon held up his hands in defense. “ You know that they have that evil ability of cuteness that works on me. I couldn’t say no it was like being held at gunpoint but with adorable stares. “ Mammon said. (Name) raised an eyebrow and then looked at the twins. Who seemed to be enjoying the doll they had both received. “ Well, it is just one gift. “ (Name) said. “ Yeah! See there will be more to open when the others arrive. “ Mammon walked over and placed his top hands on (Name’s) shoulders and the bottom hands on (Name’s) hips. “ This will be a fun holiday for all of us. “ Mammon pecked (Name’s). (Name) smiled and chuckled. “ Alright, but remember no getting into arguments with Asmodeus. We don't need a repeat of last Sinmas’s party. “ (Name) said. “ Don’t remind me, he still didn’t want to pay for breaking my window after throwing me through it. “ Mammon rolled his eyes. “ But for you and the kids, I’ll tolerate him and any remarks he makes. “ Mammon gave (Name) one last kiss as the doorbell rang. “ I’ll get it. “ The sheep maid said she left the living room taking the wrapping paper with her.

“ I wonder who arrived first, I know Beelzebub said that she’ll be running a little late because she wants to bring some special holiday dishes and some sweets for the kids. “ (Name) said. “ I am here! “ Asmodeus said, walking in dressed in his stylish Santa attire. “ Uncle Ozzie! “ The twins dropped their new dolls and ran over to Asmodeus who scooped them up and kissed their heads. “ Hello, my little cutie pies have you been good this year? “ He asked. The twins nodded their heads. “ Yes! We even brushed our teeth every night and not sneaking cookies anymore. “ The twins said. “ Good, cause uncle Ozzie has a special gift for you both but you have to wait, okay? “ Asmodeus said. “ Aww, okay. “ The twins said, as Asmodeus set them down. The twins ran off to go see what they could do until it was time to open gifts. Asmodeus turned towards (Name). “ (Name)! It’s nice to see ya sweetheart, I love your winter outfit looks sexy and cozy, that is the best mix during the holidays. “ Asmodeus said. (Name) giggled and smirked. “ Thanks, I learned from the best. “ (Name) said pointing at Asmodeus. “ Why, thank you~ “ Asmodeus chuckled. As Mammon rolled his eyes. “ And I see Mammon is still wearing the same Sinmas sweater. “ Asmodeus said with a bit of sass in his voice… actually a lot of sass. “ Yeah, and so what! It’s my lucky Sinmas sweater, I look great in it! “ Mammon crossed his arms. “ Yes, you look very handsome, honey. “ (Name) said, as she kissed Mammon’s cheek. “ See, my (wife/husband) likes it, again (wife/husband). “ Mammon smirked, holding (Name) closed. Asmodeus rolled his eyes. “ I don’t need no partner to be happy besides, I’m all about lust, remember my saying, ditch the lovey dovey before it knocks you around. “ Asmodeus said.

Mammon rolled his eyes. “ Yeah, buddy, keep telling yourself that. “ Mammon said. “ We’re here! We would have been here much earlier but Charlie and Lucifer insisted on opening a gift. Charlie got a rubber duck toy car so she and Lucifer drove it around… Well Lucifer drove it, he had Charlie on his lap. “ Lilith stepped in as Lucifer stood next to her holding five year old Charlie. The three morning stars had matching Christmas sweaters. “ Aww my little niece~ “ (Name) said, reaching out as Lucifer handed Charlie to (Name). “ Oh, come on you gotta admit it was adorable to watch dear! “ Lucifer said. “ It was I got many pictures and videos. “ Lilith said, already getting ready to show them to Asmodeus. “ Lucifer, my friend! “ Mammon yelled, opening all his arms to hug Lucifer who let out a nervous chuckle. “ Yes yes, Mammon, my friend… “ He awkwardly hugged Mammon and patted his back. '' Is everyone here, who else are we waiting on? “ Lilith asked as Asmodeus awed at the pictures and videos of Lucifer and Charlie. “ Beelzebub, she said that she’ll be here soon. “ (Name) said, as they bounced Charlie on their lap.

“ I’m here, I want to make sure that every dish is top notch and will be buzzing with taste. “ Beelzebub had on a cute reindeer outfit with the ears that matched it. “ Auntie Bee! “ The twins ran in and hugged her legs. “ Hey, there my little muffins, aunt bee brought you a tasty treat, they can have candy right now right? “ Beelzebub looked over at you, since she learned last time not to ask Mammon. (Name) smiled and nodded her head. “ Beelzebub reached into her bag and pulled out some snowball chocolate treats that were drizzled in white chocolate sauce and candy cane sprinkles. “ The twins took one. “ What do we say girls? “ (Name) said. “ Thank you auntie bee! “ The girls ran off to eat their sweet treats. “ I’m guessing Jamison is up in his room? “ Bee asked. “ Yeah, you know how that kid is. “ (Name) said, and handed Charlie back to her mother. “ Good thing, I’m his favorite aunt and I got his favorite snack and I’ll go bring him a plate of food so that you don’t have to, you can keep an eye on you know who. “ Bee whispered the last part as (Name) laughed. “ Thanks Bee. “ (Name) said. Beelzebub gave a thumbs up before flying off into the kitchen. “ The decorations in here look so wonderful and festive it really screams Sinmas. “ Lilith said. “ Mammon made this all look wonderful, he went all out on the decorations and the tree. “ (Name) said, as Mammon pulled them close. “ Nothing is too good for my family, they deserve the best Sinmas should have seen what I did for Halloween. “ Mammon smirked. “ Didn’t you make the news for putting 100 people in the hospital because of your haunted house. “ Asmodes said, while letting Charlie hug his fingers. “ Those dongos couldn’t handle a couple of jumpscares oh fucking well. “ Mammon said. “ Made a lot of money from their screams. “ Mammon smirked.

“ Always with the money. “ Lucifer chuckled. “ So shall we eat? “ Lilith said. “ I skipped breakfast this morning so please let’s eat. “ Asmodeus groaned and stood up holding Charlie to his chest. “ Alright, let’s head to the dining room, girls come on, it's time to eat! “ (Name) called out to their daughters as they headed to the kitchen. Everyone sat at the table enjoying the food that Beelzebub brought. It was all great. After feasting on delicious food and treats. Everyone went into the living room to open gifts which Jamison came down saying hello to his aunts and uncles. He sat next to his aunt Beelzebub and uncle Asmodeus. He also had Charlie in his lap since he loved his cousin. Everyone opened gifts. There was laughter, sounds of gasping in excitement, and lots of pictures and videos. Lucifer was happy about the rubber duck bath set he got from Mammon, Lilith was happy about the jewelry set she got from you, Asmodeus was happy about the silk pajamas he got from Lilith, and Beelzebub was happy about the the games she got from Lucifer. (Name) had got a winter clothing set from Asmodeus which was beautiful. The twins, Jamison, and Charlie enjoyed playing with their gifts.The Sinmas party continued with more food, drinks, a snowball fight, and music. Asmodeus and (Name) went up against Mammon and Lucifer during the snowball fight which mostly turned into Mammon vs Asmodeus. Lucifer and (Name) just shook hands and watched. Beelzebub and Lilith helped the kids build snowmen. After it was night and the kids went to bed. Lucifer and Lilith were the first to leave, wanting to put little Charlie to bed, they said their goodbyes then left. Asmodeus was second to leave after having a couple of drinks with Mammon, surprisingly the two got along towards the end of the night.

And finally Beelzebub was last to leave since she was having a deep conversation with Jamsion. Giving him advice on peer pressure at parties. After everyone left (Name) helped the servants clean up. After that was done (Name) took a warm bath and changed into their pajamas, but Mammon kept their eyes on them. (Name) had already opened all the gifts Mammon got them so they wondered what he wanted. “ Mam? Is something wrong? “ (Name) asked as they tried to get dressed. Mammon smirked and walked over wrapping his arms around (Name) nude body. “ Well since you asked, I just wanted to give you your last Sinmas gift if you’ll let me~ “ Mammon said, pressing kisses against (Name’s) shoulder and neck. (Name) shivers and blushes, they smirked. “ If only I can give you a few Sinmas gifts in return~ “ (Name) looked into Mammon’s green eyes, the two of them smirking. Mammon scooped up (Name) as the two walked towards the bed kissing. I guess the stockings won’t be the only thing that will be stuffed tonight~ Merry Sinmas folks and a happy New Year.

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[hypnoneghoul]

How about some mild angst >:)? Rain is aroace but Dew asks rain out and he (rain) doesnt know how to feel about it and hes at a dilema here, either he goes with dew and hopes nothing comes out of it and they stay friends because hes nonconfrontational and doesnt want to hurt dew or he tells dew hes aroace and declines to avoid any future problems

okay, it isn't really my... area of expertise, so I didn't write anything good. its a half ficlet, half ramble about how I imagine that situation would go down. I hope its okay, sorry if its not what you wanted, but as I said, it's not really my thing

also a tag for @everybodyshusband

Rain had thought something was wrong with him since he was summoned. All the ghouls seemed to be in one big relationship, sexually and romantically, but he… he didn’t want that. It took him months to find a name for how he felt. Aroace.

Knowing he wasn’t broken was a small comfort, but there was still the feeling of expectations all around. After all, how could he be the only one of the pack to not fuck? Rain knew there would come a time where he’d have to confront his pack and explain that it wasn’t about them, that he loved them but not like… that. He was so afraid it’d hurt them.

Unfortunately for Rain, that time had come way earlier than he expected. He wasn’t ready, but once Dewdrop had asked him out, there was no escaping the topic.

The water ghoul was nearly shaking through getting ready. He didn’t know what Dewdrop had planned, but he hoped that whatever it was, it would be far from any naked activities. They were supposed to meet at the dock by the lake and as Rain walked down, he saw the fire ghoul waiting for him on a blanket. A picnic, then. He could survive that.

Dewdrop was a true gentleman. He got up once he noticed Rain approaching, kissed his hand with a smile when he reached him, and poured him a glass of wine to get the evening going.

Rain was visibly tense, but the fire ghoul blamed it on the usual first date related nervousness. He himself was a bit anxious. The awkward silence was stretching, so Dewdrop decided to break it.

“Hm, so what do you–”

“I have to tell you something,” Rain blurted out before he could even finish the sentence.

“Yeah, of course,” he smiled. “What is it?”

“I– uhm… I don’t– I’m not– not like… it’s–”

“Hey, hey,” Dewdrop could see his packmate’s stress overwhelming him. He put a hand over his own and squeezed reassuringly, his smile never faltering. “It’s okay. Whatever it is, you can tell me anything.”

Rain took a few deep breaths, and tried again, “I’m not attracted to people like that… it’s not you, you’re really amazing, but– but I just can’t, with anyone. I love you like a packmate, all of you, but I can’t go… further than that.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry, I know it’s weird, but it’s–”

“No, no! Rain, it’s alright. I’m not… upset, or anything,” Dewdrop quickly assured. “It’s okay. I’m glad you told me.”

“Y– yeah?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I’d hate to make you uncomfortable by accident, if I didn’t know.”

Rain smiled, relief washing over him. He wasn’t a freak, Dewdrop didn’t hate him. He didn’t fuck anything up.

They stayed at the dock, drinking wine and eating the snacks that the fire ghoul prepared. They laughed and giggled together, having fun. When the time to go back inside came, Dewdrop shyly proposed they continue their date in his room, watching movies. And cuddling, if Rain would be comfortable with that.

“I’d like that very much,” he said with a smile and grabbed Dewdrop’s hand.

#hypnone's asks #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul

[littlemelaninfics]

Welcome to Boston

an: this wasn’t requested but I’m high asf right now (not on purpose bc I have work in 30 minutes), but I thought this was cute. Enjoy ☀️

tw: smoking weed, fluff, reader is 21+

You lounged on the bed flipping through the Firestick waiting for Chris to finish getting himself and Dodger ready for the day. You both woke up past 11:30, the soothing sounds of outside keeping you lull. It's rainy and cold which makes the perfect weather to stay in and watch movies, but you couldn't find one.

It wasn't necessarily a horror movie vibe; maybe tonight. Action? No. Drama? Ugh. You slam the remote down on the bed and flop backwards letting out a big sigh.

"Heeey. What's all that for?" Chris asked walking over the bedroom threshold. You sat up briefly taking in the physique of his sweatshirt covered torso and gray lounge shorts,

"Babe, you're not cold?"

He shook his head, "Heater's on," he said crossing to the bed and plopping down,

"What's with all the sighing?" He started to rub his hand over your thigh as you started to answer him,

"There's nothing to watch."

"There's nothing to watch or you don't know what to watch?"

"Is there a difference?"

"I guess not," he said with a chuckle. "What about a psycho-thriller? You love those."

"I don't have the mental capacity for that right now."

"What about a comedy? You don't have to pay full attention and you get a few laughs."

"Hm. Fine, I'll give a look."

"I'm gonna grab a quick snack. Want anything?"

"Just water please." He nodded his head and walked out. You scrolled through the endless pages of comedic movies and landed on a comedic duo you and Chris both loved. You hadn't seen the movie, but the synopsis sounded interesting. You cued it up to start when Chris walked back in the room,

"I thought you were getting a snack."

"We don't have much. We've been eating on the leftovers my mom left I guess we didn't notice. Find anything?"

"I'll Instacart some stuff here and yeah! It's called "The Interview" with Seth Rogen and James Franco. Have you seen it?"

"No, I've never heard of it, but okay." You were quickly ordering groceries when you realized Chris hadn't moved from across the room. Feeling eyes on you, you looked up and at him, who was grinning like a kid.

"What? What did you do?"

"Nothing... yet."

"Yet?"

"Just.. found something that may make this day even better."

"What did you find?"

Chris brought his hands from behind his back and held up the baggie of weed and swishers, giving them a very enticing shake. You looked at what he was holding and shook your head, letting a small smile creep.

"Oh you just happened to find that?"

"It was in the back of a drawer in the kitchen. I didn't think I had any left."

"Baby...you know I gave that up. Weed is weed. It's nothing special."

"You gave up SoCal weed. This is Boston weed."

"And what is 'Boston Weed'?"

"The shit that'll change your life." You looked at him for a second before giving in. He gleefully walked to his side of the bed and climbed in. He got comfortable, handing you your water and opened the baggie.

"Whoa!" You both exclaimed. The potent odor of the raw flower permeated the room before a spark was even lit. Chris brought the baggie to his nose and inhaled deeply.

"Smells like a Saturday filled with Looney Toons and Captain Crunch."

"Babe, how old is this stuff?" You asked, hinting that it may not be safe for consumption if he was smoking it in his teens.

"Like 6 months." You rolled your eyes and ginned looking back at your phone at how childish he could be sometimes. You were finishing the delivery order while Chris took the nearest book and set up to roll.

"They should be here by the time the movie is over. It's gonna take a little longer because of the rain."

"That's fine. We can keep ourselves occupied," he said holding up the tightly rolled blunt.

"Chris Evans, that is a beautifully crafted j. Willie Nelson himself would be proud.

"Thank you, baby," he said holding the blunt to his lips and lighting it. You watched as he inhaled the smoke deeper into his lungs. He leaned back on the exhale, head hitting the headboard. He kept his eyes closed as he took another hit, holding it in and passing you the blunt. You looked at it for a second and then back at Chris who was already glossy eyed.

You took a deep breath and put the blunt to your lips, sucking in the potent smoke. You held it as long as you could before exhaling followed by a string of heavy coughing,

“Oh what the fuck,” you said between coughs.

“I told you that shit is different,” he said laughing at your pain.

You swallowed hard and took another hit after your chest stopped burning so much. The same thing happened, but not as strong. Then you went for a third,

“Whoa whoa hey. Puff puff pass, remember? And take it easy. This’ll have you stoned into next week.” You two passed the blunt between yourselves until you noticed the movie was already on. Your attention turned to the screen and you zoned out until your brain registered something funny which enticed you to laugh.

The movie was a little more than half over when your stomach started to growl,

“I think I have the munchies,” you said without your eyes diverting from the film.

“I know I do.”

“Wanna get a snack?”

“We have to go to the store.”

“Oh yeah. I can’t drive for shit right now, should we walk?” You asked holding your hand out in front of your face as a test of sobriety. Chris slowly turned his head to look out the window,

“It stopped raining. Should we walk?”

“Wait. Didn’t I say we should walk?”

“No you said you were hungry.”

“Oh yeah. Um, yeah. Let’s get dressed.”

The two of you took almost 20 minutes to get ready to walk half a mile but you finally made it to the front door. Chris got distracted yanking your hood over your head and calling you his little Eskimo baby. The two of you giggled in the foyer for almost 2 minutes before grabbing the knob.

When the door opened, both of you instinctively inhaled the fresh air deeply, letting the chilled Boston air hit your flushed faces. You smiled slightly as the beautifully golden sun beamed down on your cheeks. The sky after the rain was your favorite. You were about to take a step, when…

“I can’t.”

“What?” Chris asked looking down at you.

“I can’t do it,” you replied starring blankly ahead at the slick driveway.

“Do what, baby?”

“Move.”

“Ha! You can’t move?”

“No.”

“Do you want me to carry you?”

“Then people will know for sure that I’m high.”

“Babe, people are going to know. Or they might not because they’re probably high too.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Just walk slow. We’re not in a hurry.”

“Okay,” you said as you reached for his arm to help guide you down the front steps. The two of you walked linked together to the corner mart. You picked out everything you have a craving for or might crave later. You went to check on Chris and saw he abandoned the “pick what you can carry” and opted for a whole ass basket.

“Babe.”

“Don’t look at me like that. It’s supposed to rain all weekend and I’m not coming back out if I don’t have to.” His logic wasn’t flawed so you emptied your arms into the basket and walked the rest of the store with him. The security guards must’ve had a good ol’ time watching you two laugh at absolutely everything and do silly dances in the isles to the music.

It was finally time to check out and you waited patiently, thinking about what you would eat first…or if you should elevate the high and then eat. You were pulled from your thoughts when Chris put his hand around your waist and walked you out of the store. Luckily the baggers were great because you only had three bags each to carry back home.

You were in mid conversation when you walked up the driveway and Chris stopped midway. You were finishing your sentence when you looked at him,

“What?”

He looked at the bags in his hands and then back up to the door as if something wasn’t making sense. You followed his eyes up to the porch and dropped the bags in your hands to cover you face.

“We already ordered groceries,” Chris said as he turned to you.

“Yes. Yes we did.”

“Hopefully the power doesn’t go out,” he said picking up the bags you dropped and waking up to the door. You couldn’t help but let out a little giggle at the oopsie you both made.

‘Maybe we can donate some’, you thought as you entered the house and closed the door.

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[lattesqueeze]

KISS PROOOOMPTS

For any pairing, may I have either "i think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me" or “lifting your lover up”?

KISS PROMPT FOR YOU MY LOVE

Thank you so much for asking 🥰 i love you!!

Here's a little Landoscar snack for you!!

Somewhere in the distance, a blend of old classics and current electro-pop mingled into one echoing pulse, married together with the laughter and chatter of people eating, drinking, and enjoying their evening. The evening was warm. The sky was completely dark, but the lights of the Italian town cast a warm and inviting glow over the cobbled streets. Despite the late hour, divine smells of cooking blended in a burst of sweetened tomatoes and sugary cinnamon. 

Two young men, one tall and pale, one a little shorter, with an unruly mop of brown curls, made their way slowly along the street. Like most of the other people in the town, they were enjoying the relative chill of the evening. The day had been almost unbearably hot, and the heat still radiated from the stone walls around them. A light mist of rain surrounded them, but it brought nothing but cool relief. 

As the two came to the centre of the stone bridge, coated in lichen and years of built up dirt, a distinctive pop snapped their attention to somewhere over the water. A shower of golden sparks descended over the river. Another pop, and a multicoloured supernova materialised in the sky, only for a second. 

The slightly taller of the two, Oscar, stopped and turned his whole body to face the direction of the fireworks. 

“It’s like one of my sisters’ rom-coms.” Oscar said with a hushed chuckle. 

Lando snorted. 

“Yeah? With the rain and all?” 

“Yeah, the fireworks, the music. You know.” Oscar looked dreamily out over the water, watching the sparkling explosions. 

“Well, if this is a rom-com, I think this is the part where you’re supposed to kiss me.” Lando said with a casual shrug. 

If Oscar had been looking more closely, or paying more attention to anything other than Lando’s mouth, he would have noticed the way Lando fidgeted with his sleeve cuffs to disguise the shaking of his hands. He would have noticed the barely-noticeable flush of Lando’s cheeks, and the way he refused to meet Oscar’s eyes. Perhaps he might even have noticed the way Lando looked down at his feet, shy, and wet his lips to a shine with the tip of his tongue. 

As it was, Oscar really wasn’t paying much attention at all to what Lando was doing. He was rather preoccupied with the white noise and static that had washed over his brain. 

Lando cleared his throat softly and looked up at Oscar with a half-squint. Oscar seemed to register this, and his brain reconnected to the rest of his body. He took just one step towards Lando, tentative. 

At that very moment, three things happened in unison. 

First, the light drizzle morphed with a vengeance into a heavy, summer shower. Squeals of pedestrians caught in the downpour echoed around the street, but neither Lando nor Oscar noticed. It was mere seconds before they were the only people left out in the rain, with everyone else having scurried to shelter. 

Second, the firework display seemed to enter its finale, with a cacophony of bangs and booms, and a never-ending flurry of sparks in every colour of the rainbow. Accompanied by music, the chatter of the busy street, and the sound of the rain, the fireworks display was vibrant and chaotic and Lando and Oscar were missing it completely. 

Lando and Oscar were entirely wrapped up in each other. Lando had backed himself against the waist-high wall of the bridge, and Oscar pinned him there, arms encircling his waist. Oscar, in an unprecedented burst of confidence, had wiggled his knee in between Lando’s thighs, and had his hands firmly planted on Lando’s hips. He had gazed at Lando for just a moment, watched as his pupils dilated to swallow up much of the lightness of his iris, before leaning in to gently take Lando’s lips between his own. 

Lando sighed into the kiss, and licked insistently at Oscar’s lower lip. Oscar’s lips parted, and Lando took to biting on his swollen lower lip, never quite letting him breathe fully. Just as Oscar seemed to have coached Lando into a bit of a rhythm, Lando pulled away and leaned back.

“I’ve been waiting for this.” He said with a cheeky, impish grin.

“You could’ve said.” Oscar rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah, could’ve.” Lando shrugged. “This was more fun though.”

Lando hopped backwards, so he was sitting on the wall, giving him just a little bit more height. He draped his arms around Oscar’s neck, pulling him close again. His fingers ventured further afield, winding themselves tightly into the longer hair at the base of Oscar’s neck, eliciting a sigh of pleasure. He gave an experimental tug, forcing Oscar’s head back a little, exposing his neck. 

Lando took the opportunity to kiss along Oscar’s jaw and down his neck, nibbling gently to leave little pink blooms where a mark would show itself later. Oscar dug his fingers deeper into the flesh of Lando’s hips with a groan, doing his damnedest to pull Lando ever closer. Lando released his grip on Oscar’s hair, instead letting his hands wander along Oscar’s neck and jaw. 

The fireworks ended with one final flourish, and the rain seemed to have worn itself out. Lando and Oscar pulled apart and stared at each other, giggling. Oscar’s hair was plastered flat against his forehead, and Lando’s curls threatened to be weighed down into some semblance of a bowl cut. 

With a final wet kiss on Oscar’s unsuspecting mouth, Lando jumped back down off the wall, and steered Oscar away with an arm around his waist. Their hotel rooms - and the promise of dry clothes - awaited.

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[alexanderlightweight]

if prompts are still open, I'd love to see something about how Alec has been raised to be extremely practical and (through his relationship with magnus) finally gets to experience the joy allowing oneself to indulge

Hey anon thanks for prompt! Yup still open :)

Hope this works!

—

Magnus grew up in the Silent City, he has some —unfortunately more than most— knowledge of nephilim society.

Which means that while he’s not surprised by how many luxuries Alexander is delighted by, he’s still indignant about it.

So he plans and he plots and every spare minute they aren’t entwined together, Magnus does his level best to spoil his boy.

And Magnus is very well versed in decadence.

Alexander soaks up the attention lavished upon him eagerly, like ivy in a drought, delicate and enduring, but so eager when the rain comes.

So Magnus showers him with affection and attention and learns about what Alec likes, and what he’s never known he could like.

—what he’s never been allowed to enjoy—

When Magnus asks what he wants for dinner and Alexander suggests sushi, he summons it from Japan or portals them there.

When he’s had a long day and craves the dark, bitter sweetness of chocolate, Magnus summons it from Belgium and feeds it to him with kisses, one piece at a time.

He paints Alexander’s hands one night in France, as they giggle and titter over champagne and strawberries and still warm baguettes covered in soft cheese.

—Magnus forgets to take it off for Alexander before he returns to work, and he’s surprised and delighted when Alec comes home with it still on—

He rubs Alexander’s sore muscles and kisses his bruises, hiding his scowl in Alexander’s skin when Alec laughs and says, ‘Magnus I’m fine.’

After two weeks of Alec constantly returning home, sore and aching, Magnus creates a hot spring on their roof and adds a garden, for ambience.

He takes Alexander ice skating on the frozen lakes on the islands of ice and keeps him warm with magic as they dance under the moonlight.

Magnus slowly replaces every single piece of Alexander’s clothing, even what remains at the Institute. Continuing until Alexander no longer steps outside of their home without being dressed in Magnus’ choices.

He adds a mudroom to the loft, with benches to sit and racks for weapons and a magical stool that cleans Alexander’s boots for him.

Alexander gives him a look when he does, kisses him sweetly and tries to assure Magnus that he’s fine. That Magnus doesn’t have to change his space for Alec to fit, that Alec loves him without all of these gifts.

Alexander was raised with all the practicality of a nephilim commander and his assurances only make Magnus want to spoil him more.

So Magnus ignores him, pins him to the bench he magically created, and rides Alexander until he has nothing left to say.

The next day, Magnus hands Alexander's his bag and smiles when Alec sighs, opens it and then shakes his head.

But he’s smiling as he does it and he kisses Magnus’ cheek gently. Like he’s overwhelmed that Magnus charmed his bag to be weightless and protected.

Alexander brings his own gifts.

Several priceless cuttings from the Institute greenhouse that he brought, admitting with soft delight that they ‘ reminded him of Magnus’.

—that those gorgeous, nephilim-hoarded, angelically blessed and magically powerful plants make him think of Magnus, when every other nephilim thinks of them as reminders of Raziel—

Magnus turned the rooftop garden into a magical greenhouse after that.

He does other things. Like making Magnus tea and snacks when he’s busy experimenting, sitting nearby and listening to Magnus ramble and gently, occasionally, nudging him to drink and eat until Magnus is done.

Then he’ll sit in a chair with his own snack, reading a book or sometimes just watching Magnus.

He hardly ever rushes Magnus, only ever when they have a meeting it would be bad to miss.

Alexander also picks up after him, not because he needs to, because he wants to.

Magnus is used to throwing things when done with them and using magic to eventually get them where they belong.

Alexander will laugh and shake his head and smooth a pillow back into place, eyes soft as they stare at Magnus with an adoration that consumes him.

And so they play their little games. Loving each other in a way that no one else has ever done for them.

#shadowhunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #immortal husbands #writing wednesdays #writing wednesday #words are a weapon and i do with them what i can #lumine writes #prompt fic #prompt fill #anon prompt #anon ask #anon reply #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets

[kittiwittebane]

PART 5!!!!!!

Hunter walked home, stunned. He was not exactly sure what just happened, but he did know that he liked it. Willow was beside him and he couldn’t stop staring at her. She looked even more beautiful right now. As the moon rose, her eyes seemed to reflect the light beautifully. They reached his home and Raine walked out of the door to greet them.

“Nice of you to finally get home, Hunter.” Raine said. Hunter looked at Raine, but couldn’t speak. Raine looked at Willow and then back at Hunter.

“Finally have a girlfriend?” Raine teased him. Hunter went red.

“Sh-she’s not my girlfriEnd!” he stuttered. Willow giggled softly, making Hunter feel lightheaded.

“Come inside, Hunter.” Raine gestured for him to come in. Hunter looked at Willow and waved goodbye before leaving.

Willow walked back to her house, squealing with delight. She’d finally done it. Not sure what he thought of it, but she didn’t care. She’d kissed him. And she was proud of it.

“Something making you happy?” Gilbert asked. Willow bit her lip, and pushed a stray hair behind her ear. She began to giggle uncontrollably. Gilbert tipped his head to one side. He had an idea on what had done this. Hunter.

“What did Hunter do?” Gilbert questioned. That caught Willow off guard.

“What?” she looked at her father in confusion. He smirked.

“I said, what did Hunter do?” he repeated. Willow went red, and began playing with her plats.

“Actually, father… I did something.” Willow admitted cautiously. Gilbert’s brow raised, questioning his daughter’s words. Willow blushed a bit. “I kissed him on the cheek.” she looked at the floor, still playing with her plat. For a second, Willow regretted her choice to tell her father, worried he’d be mad.

“That’s my girl!” Gilbert came over to her and hugged her.

“Don’t tell Papa.” Willow looked up. “He can’t know. He’ll kill me and him!” she giggled. Her father nodded his own head in agreement. Harvey was not as accepting as him. Harvey was a little bit more protective and didn’t want her to have a boyfriend until she was eighteen. She was fifteen.

“Did you ask him out?” Gil asked. Willow’s eyes widened.

“Not yet.” she smiled to herself, sitting down at the table.

Willow thought of Hunter again, and the statement he had said before circled in her head again.

''I don't eat much at home.” is what he said. That scared her. What did he mean? Did it mean he chose to not eat much or was he not given enough to eat? Half of her didn't want to know, but the other half was curious. And concerned.

The next day, she packed an extra chicken sandwich just for him. He seemed to like it last time. She skated to school and down the hall. After her first two classes she found him in the cafeteria corner, looking around before stuffing some biscuits, apples and a few other of the snacks provided into his bag. She walked over to him.

"Hey Hunter!” she smiled. He blushed a bit at being caught stuffing food into his bag.

"Hey Willow.” he mumbled.

"Want to sit with me and my friends?” she asked. Hunter looked at the food and then back at her. He nodded and they sat down at Willow's table.

"Omg hiii!” Luz, one of Willow's friends, put their hand out to shake his. Hunter shook her hand and the others introduced themselves.

"Hi, I'm Augustus. But you can call me Gus.” Gus smiled.

"My name is Amity.” The other one spoke. Hunter looked at her.

''I assume you all know who I am.” Hunter tried to lighten the already excited and bouncy mood caused by Luz. Willow watched as Hunter ate only a portion of the macaroni and cheese they were given for lunch today. She brought out her food and handed the sandwich to him.

"Here.” she smiled sweetly, melting Hunter's heart.

"But why?” he asked.

"Because I care about you.” Willow smiled. Hunter wondered what she meant. He hadn't told her about his home life, right? Regardless, he wasn't about to reject another chicken-bread. Something about the fact she had given it to him made it better.

Luz noticed the chemistry between them, and it wasn’t their class.

"Thanks.” he murmured. He began to eat it, smiling through the entire thing. They went to their next classes, unfortunately for him, he only had three classes with Willow. Maths and Chemistry, which he didn't have today and…

Health.

Which he did.

Right now.

Willow and Hunter sat together in the classroom.

"Well class, today we are starting a new topic!” Mr. Stinge yelled. He was a loud person. He often was yelling for no reason, but today was a health class. He was teaching a bunch of immature 15 and 16 year olds. He would be doing some yelling.

“Today we are starting the topic of your bodies!” Stinge clapped his hands together enthusiastically. Everyone groaned while a few of them snickered. Some of the older boys started making inappropriate jokes. Hunter wondered why everyone was so against this class. Wasn’t health a class on healing? Wasn’t the ‘your bodies’ title just about healing yourself? He didn’t need this class, he had to learn to heal himself by himself. It might be useful though. Maybe there was an easier or faster way to heal cuts. Even Willow seemed upset.

“Ugh, don’t you just hate health? It’s like: I already know how this works, we learnt this in year eight!” Willow groaned to him. He shrugged.

“I didn’t.” he answered. Willow looked at him.

“Even so, everyone knows how it works. We know about protection and whatnot.” she hissed.

“Says you.” Hunter looked at her, pointing to the bruises and cuts on her knees. “You don’t wear protection. You don’t even wear a helmet!” Willow held back a fit of laughter into a quiet giggle.

“Your verrrrry funny, Hunter.” she poked him playfully.

“What do you mean? That’s what we are learning about, is it not?” he asked. Willow’s giggle faded.

“You- seriously don’t know what we are learning about?” She asked. Hunter looked at her.

“Um.. is it not healing?” he asked. Willow’s eyes widened.

“Not.. exactly.” Willow turned away from Hunter awkwardly. Half of her wanted to tell him how wrong he was, but she didn’t want to be the one to explain it either.

“You know.. Like making babies?” she chuckled awkwardly.

“Uhhh… nooo… I don’t know how that works…” Hunter shrugged. Willow looked to the front of the class. She was not about to explain it to him.

“Well prepare for trauma. I heard we watch a video.” she murmured. The boy really hoped that she was joking when she said it was traumatising.

AFTER A VERY LONG AND AWKWARD HEALTH CLASS.

Hunter walked out of the room, looking like he’d seen things. And he had. He wished he’d never seen that, and he wished he never had that class again. Unfortunately, he has it once a week.

“Told you it was bad.” she chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

“Bad is an understatement.” Hunter walked forward like a robot. Willow’s airy giggle made Hunter blush lightly and he looked at her with admiration. She looked back at him, and saw him blushing.

“What?” she teased. “Never seen a pretty girl before?” Hunter’s ears drooped in embarrassment.

“I look at one everyday.” he mumbled. Willow looked down at the floor with a giddy feeling overtaking her body.

“Oh yeah? And who’s that?” Willow bit her lip hopefully. Hunter paused. He didn’t think he’d said it loud enough for her to hear.

“You.” he shrugged. Willow’s heartbeat raced. She started to speak before being cut off by Hunter.

“Wait here,” he said. Willow obliged, standing in her place. After about a minute, Hunter came back, hand behind his back, trying but failing to hide a bouquet of flowers. A slight blush dusted his cheeks. He cleared his throat.

“I was wondering if like.. maybe.. you wanted to go out with me?” he mumbled, cheeks now crimson. He brought out the bouquet from behind his back. Willow’s own face copied Hunter’s, turning a great deal of a red colour in a small amount of time.

Before Willow could respond, Hunter started to ramble about random things.

“It was a stupid idea, I’m sorry I should not have been so stupid-” Hunter frantically tried to apologise. Willow knew she could not get him to stop so she just yelled over him.

“YES!” she exclaimed. Hunter stopped.

“What?” he asked.

“I said yes. I want to go out with you.” Willow repeated.

“Oh.” Hunter stammered. “Y-you do?”

Willow nodded. He smiled and offered to walk her home.

#hunter deamonne #hunter noceda #hunter toh #hunter wittebane #willow park #huntlow #winter #the owl house #dana terrace #toh #huntlow toh #willow toh

[readyplayerhobi]

Drabble Prompt!

MC and her best friend/boyfriend were supposed to have a picnic outside, but when they got there, it started to pour. In an attempt to turn the day around, [member] convinces MC to enjoy the rain (maybe even dance a little?).

Okay but...can we agree we're here for the pining? I've modified this a little but...the inspiration is this soft boi below 🥺

Best friend!Jungkook x reader

"I'm here! With kimbap and beer."

"Great! I'm in the kitchen, making your fave." You call out to your best friend, hearing him kicking off his shoes before the soft shuffle of his socked feet down the hallway.

"Jjigae?" Jungkook asks excitedly, his already big eyes even bigger in question whilst his lips purse into a gentle pout. The sheer innocence in his face makes you smile, even as you shake your head.

"No, how would we take that on a picnic with us? It'd be cold by the time we got there." You chide softly, grinning at he groans and let's himself flop onto the surface of the kitchen island next to you. His chin length is looking extra poofy today, and you know that he's probably run his fingers through it a million times since it dried after a shower.

"We're only going to the park, it's not that far." Jungkook whines, turning his head until his chin is laid on his crossed arms. The black t-shirt he's wearing is baggy, as usual, and let's you see his sleeve of tattoos. They'd originally been mostly black and white, but he'd been adding vibrant colour to them lately.

"Still. No, I'm making sandwiches. Boring, but reliable. There's some snack sausages in the fridge too, if you wanna eat them now." Gesturing to the fridge, you continue to finish making the aforementioned sandwiches.

Jungkook, as expected, dives into the pack of meaty goodness eagerly whilst he waits, his butt now firmly on a stool. Occasionally, he feeds you one when he feels like sharing.

You'd just finished slicing the sandwiches into squares to make sure they can fit in the container, when you hear a faint rumbling. Frowning once more, you tilt your head to the side and listen a bit more intently. It takes another minute or so, but there's another rumble of what is unmistakably thunder.

Abandoning the kitchen, and ignoring Jungkook's noise of confusion, you head into the living room and look out the window. There's no window in your kitchen, given the layout of your apartment.

"God dammit!" You curse, running a hand over your cheek before swearing some more.

"What's wrong?" Jungkook asks, coming up behind you before pausing and taking in the same sight you were. "Oh...shit. I didn't know there was gonna be a storm, it was fine earlier."

"Well, we can't go have a picnic now. Not unless we want to get drenched and possibly electrocuted." Now you're the one pouting, and you don't notice the adoring smile on Jungkook's face before he reaches out and squeezes your cheeks.

"Cute," He murmurs, making your stomach flutter. "And it's okay, we can have an inside picnic. Besides, it means we can finally catch up on our shows. We're way behind and I have to almost beat Jimin up to make sure he doesn't spoil anything."

"But I..." Jungkook raises one, well defined brow and you know that he's won.

Not that there'd even been an argument, but he'd always win. Something he knew, as well.

"Fine, make the living room comfy then. If I can't eat out in the fresh air then I want to at least feel like I'm being eaten by the sofa." You whine before heading into the kitchen to grab the food and drinks.

Jungkook acknowledges your request as he watches you go, fondness and a bigger, much deeper emotion, making his eyes soft while he smiles gently. If he could, he'd go out and fight those clouds for ruining your excitement, but he's not got any supernatural powers.

Turning to the sofas, he takes a deep breath before starting the task you'd given him. No, he can't fight the clouds, but he can hopefully make you feel happy again.

The storm doesn't bother him, as he knows that he's already happy. He's with you - how could he not be?

#jungkook fluff #jungkook drabble #bts drabble #bts fluff #readyplayerhobidrabbles

[yoosungdaddy1]

Thunderstorm Broken Boy Eren X Reader

" I do smell good." You whisper before changing your clothes and  closing your eyes you receive a text.

Bigg Balls Connie ~Jean why is Mikasa sending my girlfriend pictures of you and why didn't I get any😭😭💔

Bigg Balls Mikasa ~ lmaoooo I gotcha

Bigg Balls Jean ~ I swear I'm gonna kill you Mikasa!💀

Bigg Balls Eren~ Go to bed all of you its 11pm😴

Bigg Balls Connie~ Smoke break soon at Eren's and Y/N HEHE can't say no already decided

Bigg Balls Eren~Whatever any time after 5 I'll be home now GO TO SLEEP

After reading all your messages you sat your phone on your charger stand and proceeded to go to sleep.  Time had passed like a bullet train. You had already been at Rose for over a month. The following morning you received an Email from your Professor stating Class was canceled and to take cautions of the forecast.

" Forecast." You mumble opening your room door. Seeing Eren in the kitchen putting away groceries. It was barely 7am. He was wearing a black drenched hoodie and Jeans, his hair completely down. He didn't seem to notice you with ear pods in. You lean against the counter waving your hand trying to get his attention.

" Hey You're up early you got the email class was cancelled apparently a storm's heading this way. I went to the store and finally restocked, plus I know them idiots are gonna be here so I got a couple snacks." He sighs still putting away all the things he had brought. You look at him and smiled. Watching him care for his friends despite how annoying he claimed it was made you see the old him.

" Your truly kind." You smile sinking into your hands leaning on the table. He looks back at you. The tip of his ears turning red. " Shut Up... Are you hungry I was craving pancakes." He whisper, not facing you. You chuckle at how nervous he had gotten. It was rare to see him like that.

" If you cooking I'm eating." Your eyes still focused on him and your smile still wide.

"Ugh get ready you're annoying!" He yells throwing an empty bag at you. You giggle getting up and going back to your room. After getting ready and eating you could hear the rain start to pour from outside.

" Dang they weren't joking." You sneeze watching the weather channel. Eren standing by the window peeping out the brown long curtains.

" Wanna go somewhere?" He questions watching the rain.

" In this weather? Where?" You look to him. His back turned still looking out the window. He seemed distracted.

" Get a jacket and come." He smiles gathering his keys and skateboard from his room.

" No way your going out in that to skate." You shake your head stepping away from the door.

He giggles reaching his arm Infront of you" You're right I'm not.. we are." He chuckles pushing you out the door. He grabs your hand making a run for it out the building and tohis car. He drove a navy blue Range Roover. It was your first time being in his car.

" Nice car." you sniffle, turning on the heat. The board was closer then your remembered. You you guys arrived and Eren hopped out the car immediately putting on his hood. The rain drenching you both effortlessly. He made his way to the ramp and you watched from above.

" What made you wanna do this today!" You shout at him and he skates from top to bottom to top again.

" Try it and you'll find out."  Hopping to the top of the ramp and giving you his skateboard he insist. You back away shaking your head.

" You saw what happened last time I don't know how." You look at him nodding, afraid of failing again.

"Trust yourself just find your balance and you'll be fine I promise. " He smirks gently pushing his skateboard to you. You look at him and sigh taking his skateboard and placing it on the ledge. You look over at him with his phone out recording you. "Idiot what are you doing!" You shout. He chuckles giving you a thumbs up. 'You got this!"

You take deep breaths as the begin to slide down the ramp closing your eyes. After realizing you was actually skating boarding your body became relaxed. The wet rain splashing on your face and seeing Eren in the distance go from tall to short. The adrenaline rushed to your heart. After hopping off and jumping to the top of the ramp. Eren took the skateboard to give it a go. As he was doing tricks and picking up speed a wave of strong wind and rain made an appearance causing Eren to lose his balance and fall. You jump down the ramp his arm bruised and cheek cut, with a scratch on his forehead.

" Are you okay?" You ask concern picking him up.

" That was amazing. You felt that wind and saw how fast I was going." He babbled like a kid you couldn't help but laugh as you guys phones dinged.

Bigg Balls Armin~ Eren's house 30mins🫵😮‍💨

You and Eren look at each other and smile " Guess we better head back.' He chuckles. You both go into your rooms changing your soaked clothes. When Eren comes out his hair dripping wet as he slams on the couch, face still bruised and untouched.

" Idiot" You sigh getting up getting your 1st aid kit and an extra towel. You bend down on your knees in front of Eren, who is sitting on the couch. You turn his face with your hand cleaning up his cuts.

" Thanks." He mumbles looking down at you. You push his hairline back exposing a long bloody scratch. " Does this hurt?" You ask gently applying alcohol causing him to flinch. Your face inches from his. Looking,  glaring into his green eyes then down at his lips. Your heart starts to pound and your body moves on its own. You lean in gently with a peck on his lips. You back away slowly his face in complete shock you jump at the realization of what you just did.

"I'm sorry I don't know why-" Before you could finish he grabs your hand pulling you back down to his face kissing you back. You pull away. The two of you, eyes peering at one another. You grab his face not being able to hold back and kiss him again. Climbing on top of him his hands on your neck, your hands on the bottom of his face. You begin to grind against him feeling the rock in his pants grow. You both stop for a split second for air. His hands finding its way to your back and the top of your shoulders pushing you into him harder.  Then from your shoulders to your hips, your grind picks up speed and he starts to moan in your mouth. Your mind was on fire and you wanted to stop. You didn't want to be another one of his side pieces but you couldn't control yourself. His hands gripping your ass and As your tongue found its way into his mouth meeting his. Everything felt cloudy and you couldn't think straight. You lift off his shirt as he starts to take yours off.

" Open up bitches !" Connie bangs on the door. You Jump up back to reality. Eren grabs his shirt fixing his pants. He looks at you and you both chuckle. You make your way to your room making sure you look presentable. What just happened. That was hot as fuck I'm so horny right now. Ugh its like my dream but better. You thought to yourself pacing back and forth in your room. Eren opens the door for Connie, Sasha, Mikasa, Armin and Jean.

**

TO READ AHEAD MORE CHAPTER ON WATTTPAD STORY TITLE "BROKEN BOY EREN X READER @nowstreaming01

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[krysta-cross]

MK:Andromeda shorts!

Hanzo sLIPped up!

It’s almost dinner time, Hotaru is busy preparing food in the kitchen while the other links are with Krysta on the mini library. While everyone is minding their own business, Rain sneaked up at the kitchen to see what’s on the menu. He saw a beautifully made sandwich on the plate and a juice with a pink straw and flower ornament designs on the side of the glass. His naughty thoughts came up and he decided to mess the set up by switching the juice and sandwich container.

Here’s a visual of it for the lols:

Hotaru left the kitchen and went to the library to call Krysta for dinner. She stretched as she stand up from the chair she sat on for hours while reading the spell book. She excitedly walked to the kitchen and was surprised to see what’s at the table. “Uhmm.. wow this one is unique, totally unexpected Hotaru.”

The seidan man blushed ear to ear hearing her praises as always but was horrified to see what the food he thoroughly prepared looks like.

Krysta picked up the glass with the sandwich and was about to take a bite when Hotaru snatched it from her, rage burns in his eyes seeing this monstrosity in front of him.

“I’m not sure what happened but this isn’t what I made, master I’m sorry I’ll just make a new one for you. Don’t eat this please.” he said as he took the dish and glass away to throw it out. “But it’s okay the plate and the glass just switched, the food still looks good to eat…” Krysta said but Hotaru shakes his head and proceeds to the trash bin. Kung lao stopped him on his tracks “Hey where will you take that? If you’re not having it give it to me I’ll eat it, don’t waste rations like that!” he snatched the plate and glass from him and began to eat.

Travis scoffed while staring at Kung lao drinking the juice from the plate and taking a bite on the sandwich from the glass. “Truly a peasant.” he muttered.

“Master, please stay at the library while I make something for you real quick, I’ll bring you a drink in a minute.” Hotaru said as he ushered her out of the dining area, the links followed her outside as they don’t want to eat first without her, except Kung lao who already finished the switched food.

Krysta sat down at her chair and browsed on her phone while waiting. After 2 minutes, Hotaru came out to bring her a cup of hot black coffee and some biscuits. “Have some coffee first my lady, I need some time to make you dinner. Please wait, I’ll make it quick” he said as he served her the snacks. Hotaru hurriedly left to get back in the kitchen while Hanzo walked near Krysta’s table. Krysta blew and took a sip of the coffee but its still hot so she placed it back down and starts to bite on the star-shaped biscuits. “You shouldn’t drink strong coffee at night or you will have trouble sleeping again.” the yellow clad ninja said and before she can say anything he picked up her coffee at the brim of the cup and straight up drink it all.

Krysta stared at him as he placed down the cup back on the table. “M-my coffee…” she said as she peered over the empty cup. Rain was watching intently and noticed something, he pointed it to Travis and he nodded. The soldier then shouted “Oh someone will not be able to sleep tonight but it’s not because of the coffee!” Rain then followed up saying “Is that how ninjas do it these days? I know ninjas are sneaky bastards but this is a while new level of sneakiness!” then both of them laughed maniacally. Tomas, Kuai liang and Kung lao stared at each other and then the cup at the table then it clicked with them too. Tomas immediately went close to the cup and lifted it by the handle to examine it closely, he noticed the smudged lipstick then held Hanzo at his collar saying “Why?!” repeatedly then falling on his knees. The confused Hanzo slapped the lin kuei man’s hand off his shirt and said “I don’t know what you all are saying but I will get Krysta a freshly brewed tea in replacement of her coffee.” Hanzo then turned to the kitchen, taking the coffee cup and plate with him to make some tea for her.

As Hanzo walked in the kitchen, he saw Hotaru at the sink washing some utensils. He gave him the cup and plate and he noticed that he is staring intently at his face.

“What’s your problem? Is something in my face?” he asked, puzzled with the unsolicited stares.

“Now the commotion outside makes sense, if you really want to know what they’re saying try to lick your lips and you’ll understand.” Hotaru told him as he took the cup and plate to wash.

The confused ninja took the advise and licked his lips then he tasted strawberries from them. The thought clicked on his mind and he blushed as he finally knew what they were all talking about. He had an indirect kiss with Krysta on the cup and the strawberry aftertaste on his lips is the proof of it. It’s the taste of his beloved’s lipgloss! He stopped for a few minutes trying to compose his thoughts back but fails to as his mind is already flooded with Krysta’s lips and he feels his body heating up. He just managed to get back to his senses when Hotaru sprinkled cold water on him and said “Stop spacing out, make your tea and leave the kitchen before you burn it down.” Hanzo wiped the water drops on his face, shook his head and slapped his face using both hands to calm his already fired up nerves. He proceeded to make a lavender tea and went back to the library to serve it to her. Hanzo was on his way to Krysta’s table when Kuai liang stopped him. “I didn’t think you will stoop that low method, Hanzo.” the Lin Kuei grandmaster uttered. “It was unintentional, I just don’t want her to drink coffee at night because she will have trouble sleeping!” he explained. “I find that hard to believe!” Rain exclaimed while flashing a playful smirk and tapping Hanzo’s chest. “That was a very good ‘ninja move’ I’m impressed.” the purple clad demi-god walked back to his seat, still with that annoying smirk plastered on his face.

Hanzo took a deep breath as he feels the heat rising up from within by all the taunting from his links and walked to give Krysta the tea he made. “H-here’s your lavender tea, drink it to help you sleep better tonight.” he fixed his stare at the floor because he is avoiding to see her lips and to trigger the rising rage of emotions he feels. “Thank you, Hanzo.” she whispered and smelled the fragrant tea aroma coming from the steam of the drink. She slowly blows on it to cool it down and the links stares at her like she was their favorite tv show and shares the warm feelings while doing so. Fujin has been watching from the start, on the tree near the window the whole time. Like the wind he cannot be seen, but he is always there.

Hotaru was finally done with the food preparations so he called on them to have dinner. Krysta brought the tea with her and the men were staring at the tea cup she is holding. Who knew that it’s not only tea that’s brewing here tonight but a petty fight for an innocent tea cup.

A/N:

Another part of the fic that my co-author @huepazu suggested me to write and since I am in the mood, why not right?

Hope you enjoyed it, tbh it’s hard to write feeling unwell like this like my stomach cramps aren’t leaving me alone for 2 days now ;w;

Hanzo I wrote for you stop making my room feel like an oven toaster I’m not a bread! 🍞🫠

#mk:andromeda shorts! #mk:andromeda fic #krysta cross oc #krysta cross #krysta cross ships #mortal kombat #hanzo hasashi #mk hotaru #mk kuai liang #tomas vrbada #travis keywest #mk rain #kung lao #mk fujin #mortal kombat fanfiction

[cartierbin]

could i get 16 with chan and eating you out 🥵🥵

thank you for requesting baby

『 16. “fuck, you like that, don’t you?”.

pairing — chan x reader

genre — smut , movie day cuddling with chan gone wrong

word count — 1.289k 』

smut under the cut !

with overbearing hours and numerous work tasks to fill them it was safe to say that you and chan worked your absolute asses off that week. the both of you were barely home and when you were, it was much too late to do much of anything and it mostly resorted to eating a small dinner and going directly to bed. but it was a rainy weekend finally. you and chan had slept so much on your off day that you thought it was pretty comical how you both woke up at the same time that dreary saturday afternoon.

with the rain beating against every window in your apartment and thunder wavering in the darkened skies, you thought today would be more than a perfect day to finally relax and watch a film. Chan was quite excited about it also and suggested that you two watch a movie that was actually interesting. alas, the both of you settled on a marvel movie and collected blankets and snacks to sit on the couch with. the living room was dark and the size of your shared plasma tv was so inviting, your living room was quite a comfy feel especially on rainy days like this. chan was grateful for being able to spend it with you and it was quite obvious, he hadn’t unwrapped his hands from around your body ever since the movie started. you didn’t mind because he was warm and to be frank, you missed him. his head fell into the crook of your neck before he perched it up instead.

“baby I missed you. I feel like I haven’t saw you at all this week”, he admitted into the space between his face and yours. you take your eyes off the screen and instead play with his crinkly messy hair with a pout of agreement. “aw I missed you too. our work schedules were insane. but it’s alright I’m happy we get to spend time together finally”. you smiled lightly and chan did the exact same, leaning in for a small peck on your lips. once you both pulled away chan felt a tinge of disappointment at the lost. The delicacy of your lips made him realize that not only has he not been seeing you as often as he’d like but he realized he wasn’t touching you either. his eyes fall over your features, your neck was vacant. he remembered on your normal weeks he left with at least a couple of hickies from the day before. but this week your skin was free of evidence from his ministrations and he wholeheartedly felt guilty.

he pulls you closer and you think it was just a loving gesture. which it was, only chan wanted to make sure your body was in reach. he starts off latching his lips to the skin of your cheek while cupping the other with one hand, brushing his tongue along the underside of your neck. you threw your hand on Chan’s thigh with a small sigh of delight and shock. you could feel his teeth grazing ever so slightly over the tender flesh of your neck, gifting you a sanctuary of hickies and marks that you knew you’d never be able to cover. your heart sank when the both of you exchanged heated gazes for a swift moment — the moment right before he slipped his hands underneath your shirt and toyed with your nipples while sticking his tongue in your mouth. you approved it’s entrance and started sucking on it a little, a move that chan was quite fond of. his tiny groans of need were the cause behind the moisture and heat in between your legs.

he cups his hand over your clothed pussy and massages it while his lips overlapped yours, entrapping you in a sequence of saliva filled kisses that left you thoughtless for a while. he could feel you subtly grinding into the palm of his hand in need of more friction for your aching bud. “oh my god I’ve been such a bad boyfriend to you— your pussy hasn’t been devoured in days”. he spoke in a hushed tone between kisses. you whine a little at the thought, chan spoiled you with many things and frequent oral sex was one of them. it was a shame really, how long it’s been since you felt his lips on your pussy.

he wasted no time lying your body down on the couch and wrestling your pants and panties off tossing them across the room. you breathed and spread your legs wide so he could see how puffy and wet it was just for him. just for his mouth. just for his tongue. he grips the creases of your thighs and pulls you downward closer to his face. he lowers himself hovering over it just enough to gather saliva between his cheeks and spit a thick line of it over your sopping wet folds. he lowered himself yet again to clean up his mess, eyes giving a death glare to the chubby clit that was peaking up from your spongy hood. your back arches off the couch a bit at the immediate feeling of Chan’s soft lips against your most sensitive parts and the way his nose nuzzled against your pubic mound. no matter how much he ate you his mouth could never get old.

you worked your hands through his hair with the movie not even having a place in your mind anymore. Chan’s thick lips were framed deliciously against your folds, lapping up his mess made even more of a mess as gushes of slick extenuated from your hole. chan made it his mission to taste every crease, nook and cranny he could get to. your pussy was his playground and he never got tired of playing. he flat tongues the whole glistening organ, a pretty mixture of his saliva and your own juices leaking to your inner thighs. you wiggle your hips a bit and whine, throwing a hand back to grip the arm of the couch behind you. “fuck channie”. but chan never talked much during this, it was his art after all. instead he lets his tongue do the talking, sucking on the bundle of nerves just beneath your hood. chan could die like this. small satisfied groans bubble from his throat while he devours the throbbing little organ ahead of him. god chan wanted to die just like this.

the room was practically sweltering in the moment and the moist folds of your pussy was so raw and hot against Chan’s mouth. your breathy whimpers hitched their way out into the surrounding air and you rut your hips against his mouth unable to get enough. chan parts the petal lips with his hand, revealing the inner parts that begged for his attention also. upon sight he spits yet again and dug his tongue into your hole, everything sticky and adequately warm. you squirmed above him with your chest heaving in absolute bewilderment, he always devoured you as if you were the last meal he’d ever have. “channie! fuck—fuck I’m going to cum in your mouth”. your cries stroke his ego and it’s just what he needed to delve his tongue deeper into you without a care in the world for how much you could take. the finger shaped bruises he was making in your skin due to his strong grip had began to hurt, and the slurping noises overpowered the sounds from the television, unbearably obscene. the way you cried above him made him impossibly hard but he refused to touch himself during this. he loved making this moment strictly for you and his own enjoyment. you sob, vaguely recognizing the tears that were cascading down your cheeks. the pleasure overwhelming you and making you see white, an orgasm settles deep in your belly and the need to cum surpassed anything else. your pussy contracted as he continuously tongue fucked you, he was going to make you cream all over his tongue as if his life depended on it.

“fuck, you like that don’t you? you’re so fucking cute when you shake on my face like this”.

#chan smut #bangchan smut #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #skz imagines

[occasionalhumor]

Anthropophagy

Enjoy dom!/Switch Hawks with some kitchen spiciness!

[cw: counter/kitchen sex, Biting, talons, ooze, switch/fighting for dominance/degradation/semi sub Hawks, explicit]

Quirk Description: Primordial Ooze: A black ooze that sits under the skin and can be expelled and controlled lis appendages. It can morph but not feel like nerves - only pressure.

@corvaous

2.8K Words/11 min read

It had been raining all day, soaking the patio and painting the sky a deep ominous blend of purple and navy. This was one of the worst thunderstorms with rumbling that shook the foundation of the complex and lightning that offered reprieve from the darkness of your movie nest.

Spending the day inside was honestly quite a treat, you cuddled into the large Number 2 hero branded blanket and watched Ghibli movies all day as there was an anniversary marathon. So you sat, snuggled in the scent and artificial warmth of Hawks, and munched on snacks all day.

Have you even eaten a meal today?

As you pondered the question, you melted into the animation of the forest spirit transformed into it’s blue, iridescent form. You pulled the blanket over your shoulders and squeezed it closed.

Is there even anything to eat here?

You stared at the assortment of snacks on the coffee table, a little disgusted and not finding them appetizing.

There may be some instant ramen in the cabinet.

A bright flash of lightning illuminated the inside of the apartment in a nearly blinding flash. Moments later, a chest tightening thunder crack followed. You sighed as your stomach rumbled, begging for sustenance.

Pulling the blanket off you, shuffling your bare feet across the wood flooring. After sitting in a plush blanket all day, the chill of the apartment air was shocking against your bare legs, but at least your torso was warm since it was covered by an oversized hoodie.

The kitchen was just behind the living room with a wall divider that blocked your view of the rest of the apartment. But what you couldn’t see you could hear . The balcony door slid open and the sound of harsh rain filled your ears until it was replaced by the sound of boots being shuffled off and shaking.

You peered around the corner of the wall, turning the electric kettle on. Hawks was peeling his coat off his body, dripping fresh rainwater all over your floors. He sent a collection of freshly shaken feathers to collect some towels.

Until his feathers return, you expel a dense oozy hand from your skin, snaking it parallel to the floor. The black tar lifted to Hawks’ cheek and rubbed it’s thumb over his plump, warm and wet cheek.

“Welcome back, handsome.” You said from the kitchen, preoccupied with preparing food.

Hawks turned his head and kissed the fat of the extended hand, “thanks, Dove.”

He continued to strip, unbuckling his pants and shucking them off. Your hand retracted back into the kitchen as his feathers returned with dry towels. Hawks stood in his damp spandex undersuit. He traded the towels on his feather with his soaking jacket and pants and they disappeared into the laundry room.

Hawks patted himself dry and meandered to the kitchen to see you, watching the kettle bring the water to a rolling boil. He brought one of his hands to the fat of your rear, squeezing it in his palm earning a small chuckle. Hawks snaked his other hand over your hip over your meaty thigh and toyed his fingers in the crease of your hip.

He hummed a low growl into the crook of your neck before kissing just behind your ear, “you smell good.” He planted a gentle kiss on your hairline, and continued with some gravel in his voice, “...and a bit like me.”

Your spine shivered at the warmth of his breath and the heat of his hands as the one on your hip trailed up your chest to your throat. He cupped your soft throat in the pads of his fingers and grumbled into your ear.

Your hips buck back, rubbing their short covered skin over his damp spandex. He chuckled, “eager?”

You smile and a scoff leaves your lips, “no, it’s cute you think you can dom me.”

Hawks runs his tongue over his molars and you feel him pull his hips back, “gonna be a brat, huh?” He brought his hand from your hip and clapped it to your ass with a loud smack . “...Princess Mononoke give you some ideas?”

The hand around your throat tightened and you huffed a muffled moan. He smirked and ran his teeth over the soft flesh of your shoulder and reached your hands behind you, looking for his hips. Hawks expelled some feathers and jerked your wrists forward, holding them above your head towards the cabinet.

“You’re mine tonight.” His voice shuddered your entire body, the gravel tone drug itself over your skin dampening your tight shorts.

Even with the coil of excitement winding itself in your stomach, you couldn’t help but retort to him in a series of strained huffs, “really? -- Those hickies I left on -- you -- the other day makes me thin-... think you’re -- my little bitch.”

Hawks nibbled the back of your throat before sinking his sharp canines into the soft flesh. He continued to apply pressure, until you opened your mouth, releasing a symphony of unmuffled moans.

He pulled his mouth from the darkening skin, “I guess I’ll have to give you twice as much then.”

Hawks ran the flat of his tongue up the lateral of your neck to your ear and nibbled the lobe, “gonna be good and listen to me, baby?”

You smirked and pressed your hips back, rubbing yourself on him again. You playfully look over your shoulder, to make eye contact with him, “I don’t know, Hawks . I think it’s more fun to play with you.”

The sound of his hero name caused his feathers to flare, “ Hawks ?” He grumbled into your cheek before playfully biting its plumpness.

You smirked, “yeah, Hawks . That’s your name innit?”

He released a low growl as he finessed his fingers through your hair and pulled it back. He placed his canine over your jaw, “only to the public.”

He took a step back, releasing all the grips he had over your body. His feathers returned to him as you turned to face him with your back to the counter. You gripped the edge as he quickly pressed himself back to you.

Hawks gripped his taloned hands into your thighs and forced a kiss onto your lips. You toyed with him, keeping your lips shut, so his tongue couldn’t explore your cheeks. He growled into the softness of your lips and squeezed tighter, earning a small moan which gave him enough to shove his long, broad tongue behind your teeth.

He kept his eyes open, gazing into your deep purple ones and pining with excitement. Hawks brought his hands lower on your dense thighs and cued a lift as he nudged you onto the counter; all while feathers aided in sliding your shorts down. He playfully sucked your bottom lip into his mouth and dragged his teeth over the soft flesh.

He brought two fingers to your bud, pinching it lightly between the fat of his knuckles. With this other hand he rubbed your nipple gingerly before pinching and pulling it out. You inhale sharply to which Hawks smirked.

“I’m gonna make you say my name…” He kissed your lips again, “...and submit. I let you dom.” He stared into your eyes with a fierce bout of aggression that wet your folds, “... know your place. ”

You matched his energy, glaring back at him and smirking as the skin around your ribcage oozed. Two black iridescent gelatinous arms slid from under your sweatshirt. You mischievously slide your oozy hands to his hips and pull him closer to the counter for you to rub your slick over his tight spandex.

His bulge was accentuated in the black synthetic fiber as you ground yourself onto him. He growled into your lips, obviously frustrated with the advance.

You smirk, placing a small kiss on his lips, “where exactly is that, Hawks? Dominating you, right?”

Hawks expelled a set of six feathers and stabbing them into the ooze and tacking them to the wall, “not today, Sweetheart .”

He gripped your fleshy waist and dug his talons into the fat of your hips. He leaned into you, growling and huffing into your bare neck as he rolled your hip over his, toying his head over your bud.

You mute your moans, as to not give him the satisfaction but on the occasional bite, you open your mouth and watch as his feathers ruffle at the non verbal praise. He gripped your hair and pulled your face to look at him. He planted a kiss on your lips, nibbling on the bottom one, then he trailed bites down your neck, your collarbone, to your breasts (where he placed a dark hickie), your stomach and the tops of your thighs.

Hawks kneeled down, caressing your leg to your ankle. He bent your knee and positioned one heel on the edge of the counter. He used his fingers to hold you open for him to lick a wet stripe over your hole and held your opposite thigh in his hand, squeezing the flesh.

You couldn’t help but run your fingers through his hair and gripping as you rutted your juices onto him. He pulled his head back, taking your grip in strides and shook his head.

“Tsk, still gonna try to fight me, huh?” He sat back on his heels, “maybe I should just stop, not let you have any reprieve.”

You glared at him, tightening your grip on his hair, “I don’t beg.”

He winced at the aggressive grip in his hair and smirked. You felt your bits heat up with the excitement of seeing him almost submit to you again. But he doesn’t, instead he brings a collection of feathers to collect your hands and tack them to the counter behind you, just enough to give you support.

The army of red swarmed your nipples and he gripped your thighs again as he descended back into your slit. Hawks fluttered his tongue over your bud before taking a long drawn out suck and you moan in response, attempting to slip free of the feathers holding you down.

He rolled your flower between his tongue and the flat of his bottom lip and growled into it. Muffled moans were few and far between as the pleasure built up in you, you couldn’t resist releasing them freely into the air. Hawks brought a finger to your hole and delicately rubbed it as he flicked his tongue on your button.

He slicked his tongue down to meet his finger at your hole and slipped them both in earning a strained moan from you. He smirked and met your gaze as you huffed with lustful eyes.

“Yeah? Feel good?” He growled into your hole as he curled his fingers up, rubbing your bundle of nerves.

You groan, tilting your head back at the pleasure and releasing a loud moan from the back of your throat. You expel another oozy arm from the ankle closest to his hip. You took advantage of his light distraction and slithered your slime mass under this spandex to his cock.

You wrapped yourself around his shaft and molded into a jelly-like sleeve, allowing his head to peek from the top. In doing so, his feathers ruffled and he lustfully glared at you. You smiled down, continuing to moan and began pumping him.

His golden eyes rolled back from his own pleasure as he fluttered over your hotspot, fingers deep rubbing the spongy spot. He felt you begin to quiver and your heels slip from the ledge of the counter from the uncontrollable pleasure.

Hawks adjusted his wing, placing the bend of your knee over it’s wrist and lifted your leg, keeping it stable. The shadow from his wing covered his face and his eyes glowed with passion as he felt your pent up pressure release with the clenching of your muscles and a bellowing moan. Your ooze jiggly in satisfaction before losing its shape and returning to your body.

“That’s my good Dove.” He smirked in your slit as your body pulsated pressure on his fingers.

He licked another wet stripe before readjusting you on the counter. He pulled your hips to the edge and rutted his shaft over you. You expel two oozy hands to shuffle his spandex off.

A loud crack of thunder rattled the apartment as he slid himself into you. The storm muted each of your pleasure momentarily as he rolled his hips up, filling your tight hole. He dug his face into your neck and your oozy hand clawed at his back, under his flared wings as he found his rhythm.

He bit into your neck, placing more dark hickies across your skin all while rubbing your flower with one of his hands. You grip his hair in pleasure, but also in a light attempt to regain dominance. You match his rutting aggression by planting your teeth on the soft of his neck, giving him his own small collection of hickies.

Your hips slip under you and your head gets scrunched but the cabinets as he pulls you closer to get deeper. Hawks growls into your collarbone in frustration and lifts you from the counter. He pumps you a few more times standing and you lean your head back. He takes the opportunity to lick over your throat, huffing warm air on your skin.

He uses some of his feathers to support your back and you oozed some concave shapes to reach behind you and lower onto the wooden kitchen floor. He pulled himself from your warmth and you groaned in detest. A feather disappeared to collect a pillow from the bedroom and Hawks gingerly placed it under your head.

He gripped his girth, running his hand over his hardened shaft and smirked, “I’m going to sit back and let my feathers work my magic on you…” he brushed some hair from your face, “...until you say my name.”

You ran your tongue over your molars before the shock of a feather wiggling around your bud. He leaned back onto his heels, jerking himself with his hand as your skin bubbled with chills. He chuckled through a moan as you attempted to expel your quirk but it shook flacid from excitement.

“You good there, Dove ?” He mocked, rubbing his thumb over his head.

You moaned and glared, watching Hawks examine his feather at work. He pressed his thumb at your entrance, earning another strained moan from you.

“Just say it, baby.” He sneered, knowing he earned his dominance.

You choked his name back and glared at him, huffing, “ Hawks .”

He smirked, shaking his head and pressed his thumb into you, “Really, baby, just say it.”

Hawks replaced his thumb with two fingers, itching your bundle of nerves bringing you back on another high but before you could release it he pulled everything away. You fidgeted in frustration from the stimulation being removed.

He leaned in, cock in hand on your stomach. He kissed your earlobe before growling his demand, “ say it. ”

Chills ran down your spine and you teasingly turned your head to face him and quietly spoke on his lips, “ Hawks .”

He ran his tongue over his lips, “you’re such a fucking bitch sometimes.”

Hawks rutted his hips into you, grinding his head against you entrance. He groaned into your ear which earned a symphony of moans at his teasing.

“ug-..ugh , Keigo, just fuck me !” Keigo smirked into your skin and slipped himself fully into you. A deep throated moan came from you and your eyes rolled back as he leaned back.

Keigo gripped the tops of your thighs and began pumping you full again, “that’s it, Dove. My good little Dove.”

He continued his thrusts as he shifted one foot up, under your rear. His speed increased and he squeezed you closer, searching to release deeper inside you. Keigo shifted his other foot up, until he was squatting over you.

He adjusted your legs over his shoulders as he pressed into you in a mating press. He continued to thrust his hips until you folded under him on your shoulders. He supported your back with his feathers as you orgasmed in the fold, legs shaking around his head.

He pulled your hips into his and with a few long thrusts he held you there expelling his seed deep into you. Keigo gently pulled from you with the sound of slick and cum. He gently set your hips down and sent a feather to collect a towel to wipe you clean.

He pulled your back up and snuggled your head into his collarbone, “you did so well for me, Dove.”

He caressed your hair, planting delicate kisses on your forehead. You rubbed your cheek into him and chuckled lightly.

Keigo smiled, lifting you two from the floor and walking to the bathroom with you wrapped around him, “what’s so funny?”

You give him a kiss on the cheek, “well, if I’m Dove and you’re Hawks… Is it considered cannibalism when you eat me out?”

Hawks scrunched his eyebrows, mouth agape and processing your comment, “I mean...I guess it is. He kissed your forehead as he set your feet to the tiled bathroom floor and turned the shower water on.

He turned his head to you and smirked, “...and I’d do it again.”

#bnha hawks #mha hawks #hawks mha #hawks #mha #my hero academia #myheroacademia #my hero fanfic #takami keigo #keigo takami #mha takami keigo #keigo headcanons #keigo x reader #keigo smut #keigo #hawks fanfic #dom hawks #smut

[atths--twice]

Break in the Weather

As they wait for the ability to fly out of Kansas, Mulder and Scully decide to go to a special feature at the drive-in. Conversations lead to confessions which leads to more…tagging @fictober-event and @today-in-fic

Fictober Day 19

Word Count: 3490

Rated: M

Prompt: Why are we whispering? + an ask for a drive-in MSR story from @exposure2025​ 

Fandom: The X-Files 

Kroner, Kansas Movie View Drive-in August 1999

“Here’s your change, sir,” the girl at the concession stand said, handing Mulder his money.

“Oh, thanks,” he replied, taking it and dropping it into his pocket.

“Sure you don’t want a carrier for all of this?” she asked and he shook his head.

“Nah. That’s one of the bonuses to this jacket: lots of pockets.” He smiled and slipped the bottles of water into them, along with the pack of licorice and box of Junior Mints, before he picked up the two containers of popcorn and walked out of the snack shack.

He passed children running around in the fading sunlight, yelling to one another and laughing. Parents were paying them no mind, no doubt happy for the rain having finally let up, though the town had desperately needed it. There were still large puddles drying, which Mulder expertly maneuvered around, smiling at the children who darted past him on their way to the playground, hoping for a turn on one of the three squeaky swings.

The wind picked up, an odd cool wind that belied the area and time of year. He smiled as he took a large step over a puddle and thought of Holman. He must be feeling awfully good tonight to be sending out this cool August weather.

“Oh,” he muttered to himself, as he thought exactly what that might mean, making a face as he remembered Sheila’s lips on his own. “Well, he obviously doesn’t mind it.” With a shudder, that waxy taste and feel of her lipstick not disappearing from his memory anytime soon, he continued on toward the car a few rows ahead.

When he got close, he saw Scully pacing off to the side, away from their car, talking on her cell phone. Her head dropped back and she paused in her pacing, a hand on her lower back. She shook her head and then resumed pacing.

She was wearing jeans, something he rarely saw her wear, and he had a hard time not staring at her ass. Not gazing as Holman said, because he knew he did not do that like some lovesick puppy, but actually staring as he watched the way her hips swayed when she walked. It was almost hypnotic.

Stopping again, her back to him, she lifted the back of her sweater slightly and scratched above the waistline of her jeans. A strip of her skin showed and he let out a deep breath with a shake of his head.  

They had spent the last two nights in the same bed, one in which they had ended up entwined. He had woken up first, her leg between his and just beneath his growing erection, his fingers under her shirt and running softly across that particular spot on her back. Her breathing had been deep and peaceful as his brain registered the position they were in, demanding he pull back and disentangle from her. As he rose from the bed, he had committed the softness of her skin to his memory as he walked into the bathroom.

But god, he had wanted to stay in that bed with her. Wanted to wake up with her, kiss her good morning, ease his ache for her with her and not quickly, silently, and on his own, as he had done in the shower.

He could not think that way however, not unless he wanted to allow his body to betray him, embarrassing him with a public boner like he was a fourteen-year-old boy. He shook his head as she dropped her sweater and turned around, slipping her phone into her pocket.

“Hey,” he said, meeting her halfway. She sighed and smiled at the popcorn he carried.

“Two, huh?”

“Yeah, two. You insisting on eating popcorn with no butter is just wrong. I can’t abide it and I will not eat subpar snacks while at the drive-in.” She laughed and licked her lips as she crossed her arms.

God, he wanted to kiss her, to try it sometime, as Holman had said. Take that chance and kiss her as he had wanted to months ago… without a virus carrying bee to interrupt and threaten her life.

Instead, he smiled as he handed her her container of popcorn and turned to head back to the car.

“Was that Skinner on the phone?”

“Yeah,” she said, eating a few pieces of popcorn. “I told him we’d be back tomorrow afternoon, weather permitting of course, and if the plane was able to leave the runway.”

“Okay. Good.”

“And then my damn brother called.”

“Ohhh… fun.”

“Yeah. He’s in town, something I don’t remember hearing about. He’s  leaving tomorrow and wanted to know if he could expect to see me this time,” she said with a sigh and he smiled. “He acts as though his visits are as important as the Pope coming over and they are not.”

He laughed as they opened the doors and got into the car, getting comfortable and settled before the movie began. Handing her the bottles of water, he set his popcorn on the dashboard and took out the candies, laying them beside it.

“Mm, licorice,” she said, smiling as she set the waters in the cup holders and picked up the pack, ripping it open with her teeth.

“Don’t eat all of them,” he warned. “They’re to share.”

“How dare you suggest that I would eat all of them on my own.”

“Not suggesting, reminding. As in reminding you to not eat all of the snacks this time.”

“There were only a few M&M’s left when I ate them.”

“More than a handful?” he asked pointedly.

“Whose hand?”

“What?” he asked with a slight frown.

“Well,” she said, setting the licorice down and taking his hand, comparing it to hers. “A handful of them in your hand would be more than enough to share. In mine, however, well…” She gestured between them and he laughed softly with a nod as she smiled. Taking out a piece of licorice and laying it in his hand, she gave him a look and he smiled.

“Thank you so much for sharing,” he deadpanned, taking a bite of the licorice.

“You’re absolutely welcome,” she said with fake sweetness, leaning back and staring at the blank screen ahead of them, chewing on her own piece of licorice.

Music suddenly began to play from the box hanging from the driver's window beside his head, startling him and causing Scully to laugh.

“It’s too bad we aren’t in a truck or something with a larger backseat,” she said, adjusting her seat and sitting cross legged.

“To watch the movie more comfortably or… did you have other ideas? Because…” He looked over his shoulder at the backseat and then back at her. “There’s quite a bit of room back there.” She made a face and then smiled.

“This time, I meant to watch the movie.”

“This time? Have we been to a drive-in together before? Or in the backseat together? Did I somehow forget?”

“Depends on your definition of in the backseat, I suppose,” she replied, removing another piece of licorice and taking a bite, looking at him with a smirk. “We’ve been in the backseat of a car together many times.”

“But not “in” the backseat,” he said, making air quotes to distinguish the difference. She smiled, raising her eyebrows, and he had to fight the urge to kiss her again, tasting the sweet licorice on her lips.

“I was just thinking about when I was younger and we would go in my dad’s old truck. All of us riding in the bed, no seatbelts, laughing as the sun was going down,” she said, with a far off smile. “We had blankets, sleeping bags, pillows… us kids all ready to lay down squished together to watch a movie.”

“And your parents? What were they doing?”

“Oh, they were hardcore making out in the cab.”

“What?!”

“Oh yeah, the entire movie.”

“Seriously?”

“No,” she said, laughing as she shoved at him. “They sat beside the truck in lawn chairs, drinking beer and watching or talking.”

“Well, at least they were responsible,” he said with a roll of his eyes.

“They were. It was just a couple of beers,” she said, smiling that same far off smile as she shook her head. “The smell of beer always makes me think of those nights. Well, that and Bobby Rylan, the first boy I ever kissed. His sister drove us and she was drinking beer as we watched the movie, but had left the car to use the bathroom. We were in the backseat and he kissed me before she came back. It was quick and I remember the smell of the beer from the front seat more than the actual kiss.”

“So not a good kiss then?”

“Eh... I was twelve, he was thirteen. I was over the moon about it at the time of course, but it wasn’t really much of a kiss, being as we were so young. We held hands through the majority of the movie, which I remember more. He had nice hands, and I always notice hands, even at that age.

He glanced at his own hands, wondering what she thought of his, if she found them to be nice. Letting out a sigh, she took out a piece of licorice and offered it to him.

“Thanks,” he whispered and she looked at him.

“You’re welcome,” she whispered back, her eyes dropping briefly to his lips.

“Why are we whispering?” he asked in a whisper as he looked around and she laughed.  

“I don’t know, you started it,” she whispered back and as he made to respond, the screen flashed to life and the speaker crackled loudly, causing them both to jump. People around them began cheering and they smiled at one another before turning their attention to the screen.

There were not any previews as the movie being shown was not a new one, but a special feature of The Princess Bride. As it started, Mulder watched Scully out of the corner of his eye.

He watched her breathing, the way every few quiet breaths she would take a deep louder one. Watched how she rubbed her top thumb over her clasped hands. He could smell her shampoo, the one she always used, and he had borrowed yesterday when his own ran out, having not planned accordingly. The scent of popcorn and licorice was also heavy in the air, and he smiled.

He thought of his own nights at drive-ins, with friends or on his own, sneaking in and sitting off to the side, not able to hear everything, but needing to get away from home for a bit. He remembered bringing Sissy Powell to a movie one night, nervous the entire time, knowing what he would have wanted, but not sure what she expected. They had kissed, he had actually gotten to second base, somewhat, when she had stopped him, telling him her blouse was new and she did not want to crease it. It had been enough for him at that moment and he had grinned for the rest of the evening.

“What are you smiling about?” Scully asked and he shook his head as he looked at her.

“What?”

“You’re grinning like the Cheshire Cat,” she said with a grin of her own.

“Am I? I didn’t realize.”

“Thinking about your own memories?”

“You could say that,” he said, smiling at her.

“Backseat memories?” she teased, but he saw something in her eyes that caused him to pause and think of his answer.

“Uhhh, not exactly. More like… backseat happenings in the front seat.”

“I see,” she said, looking at the screen before looking back at him. “Good memories?”

“Mmm… decent. Especially to a seventeen-year-old boy.”

“Hmm…” she hummed with a smile. “Understood.”

Looking back at the screen, she sighed and he watched her again. She seemed to hold herself more rigid now, her breathing measured. He wondered what she was thinking about and he desperately wanted to ask her, but knew he would not.

Westley and Buttercup were now saying goodbye and he remembered the first time he and Scully had watched this movie together. He thought of Scully’s analogy about Westley leaving being unnecessary as they had all they needed up on that hill away from the rest of the world.

“You were right, you know.” he said softly and she turned her head to look at him.

“About what?”

“Them,” he said, gesturing to the screen with his chin. “He didn’t need to leave.”

“No, he didn’t. It still annoys me, no matter how many times I see it. I know that it’s the plot of the movie, but come on. He loves her, always has, tells her every day in his unique way. She loves him too, just more… unsure or afraid to show it, keeping her heart a little closer, afraid of being hurt.”

“Hmm…” he hummed, digesting her words as he watched the screen, witnessing Buttercup’s sadness when she learned Westley had died. “If only he’d stayed…”

If only…

If only Holman had spoken to Sheila sooner, he thought. So much suffering and sadness could have been avoided.

He looked at Scully as she watched the movie and he shook his head slightly.

If only there hadn’t been that fucking bee. What would have happened? he wondered. Where would we be right now? Still here, tiptoeing around this thing between us, or facing it head on and admitting how we feel for one another?

Letting out a sigh, he shook his head again, and clenched his jaw as he looked back at the screen. He had pushed Holman to take that chance, but there he sat: a coward unable to speak his mind.

“It can be scary,” Scully said quietly and he looked at her again, wondering if she could read his thoughts. “No matter the situation, the time in which a story is set… putting feelings into words… stating how you feel…” She laughed softly and shook her head. “Look at Holman, keeping his feelings locked up so tightly, he caused a tornado, ice hearts to fall from the sky, a flood of rain when his heart was breaking.” She looked at him, smiling almost sadly.

“If it didn’t almost kill me, I’d say it was quite romantic,” he said with a soft smile.

“A cow flying through the air, nearly crushing you, killing the cow… that was romantic?” She raised an eyebrow and he chuckled softly.

“He was, is, a man in love. Seeing his chance with the woman he always wanted being threatened once again by the type of man he had been envious of his whole life…” He shrugged and she frowned with a smile.

“What type of man did he mean?”

“It’s what he said to me- that men like me he was always jealous of, but…” He stopped, remembering where the conversation had led and he shook his head.

“Men like you?” she asked quietly and she turned her body to face him more.

“Yeeeah,” he said, his heart racing as he realized he had really stepped in it now.

“What kind of man did he mean?”

“I don’t know. It was just what he said.”

“What else did he say?”

A beat. A pause. Her eyes holding his, open and waiting. Time to be honest. In a rental car, at a drive-in, as a movie’s dialogue played through a tinny speaker box. No time like the present to be brave.

“He said based on my physical bearing,” he began and she gave him a half smile. “Based on that, he thought I would be more experienced.”

“More experienced,” she said flatly.

“Mmhmm. That I… I spend every day with a beautiful woman, no, a beautiful, enchanting woman and yet…” He spread his hands out, smiling awkwardly with a shrug.

“Yet, what?”

“Scully… you know what,” he sighed, giving her a look.

“Yet we aren’t lovers,” she said softly and he nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Hmm…” she hummed, looking back at the screen and he stared at her profile, the slope of her neck. “Sheila said something similar.”

“What did you tell her?” he asked, watching her closely. She smiled and glanced down at her lap.

“She said she’d never envisioned Holman in that light. Never thought of him as a potential mate. He was her best friend, someone she loved, but not in that way.”

“And what did you say?” he asked again, swallowing hard. She looked up and let out a breath, her eyes traveling across his face, a small smile on her face.

“I said the best relationships are rooted in friendship. That… something from the day before changes and the person you love as your friend… is suddenly the only person you could see yourself with… see yourself loving. Like a switch was flicked and now it’s different. The same, but different.” She stared at him and he drew in a breath, aching to touch her, to kiss her. To show her how he felt.

“And… what did she say?”

“Well, then the storm drains started filling up and we had to leave the bathroom.” She smiled, though her eyes seemed sad, making light of a serious moment. She started to turn back to face the screen and he stopped her with a hand on her knee, knowing if she did, they would not discuss this topic again.

Not them. Not the ones who pushed away and ignored how they felt.

She stared at him, halting her movements and waiting for him to speak, but words were not coming. His thumb stroked her knee as his eyes dropped to her lips, then raised back to her eyes. She smiled slightly and he leaned forward, taking a deep breath.

He pressed his lips to hers and he felt her exhale through her nose. His grip on her knee tightened and her mouth opened slightly, allowing him to deepen the kiss, his tongue touching her bottom lip, before sliding into her mouth, her arms going around his neck and pulling him closer.

She moaned into his mouth and his body responded to the sound, his hand sliding up her leg to grip her thigh. Moaning again, she pulled back and stared at him, his fingers opening and closing on her leg. Her eyes were dark and she was breathing hard, her nails scratching at the back of his neck, causing him to shiver.

“Are you interested in staying for the movie?”

“Hell no,” he breathed and she laughed, rising up to kiss him again, her hands moving to cradle his face, thumbs running across his lips as she smiled.

“Let’s get out of here,” she whispered and he nodded, kissing her once more, staring at her as he shook his head.

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Sheets were tangled, pillows on the floor, as he kissed her shoulder, down her spine and back up to her neck, as she laughed softly. She turned her head to face him and smiled as she moved to lie on her side. His eyes traveled down her naked body and he let out a deep breath.

“You are so beautiful. Every inch of you.” He pulled her toward him, a hand on her hip, his thumb stroking a freckle he had discovered as he had mapped out her body with his eyes, lips, tongue, and fingers.  

“You’re just saying that because I’m naked and made you scream my name a few minutes ago,” she teased, kissing under his chin, sucking the point of it into her mouth, before burrowing into his embrace.

“True, but I already thought that before I made you scream my name.”

“Hmm,” she hummed as she laughed and he smiled, kissing the top of her head.

“The same, but different,” he mused, his fingers now running up and down the skin that had previously aroused him and forced him to leave the bed. His ache for her had now been fulfilled together.

Twice.

“Yeah, this is very different.” She laughed again, kissing his neck and slowly raking her nails down his chest to his navel, causing his stomach to twitch, his mind willing but his body needing time to recover.

The abnormally cool August breeze blew in through the open window and Mulder smiled, appreciating the weather more than ever.

“You should try it sometime,” he whispered, with a soft laugh, and a shake of his head.

“Aren’t you glad you took that advice?” Scully teased and his hand slid down to her ass, pulling her flush against him, her gasp and deep exhale close to his ear the most erotic sound he had ever heard.

“Best advice I could have ever received,” he breathed and she moaned as his leg caressed hers and she peppered his throat with the softest of kisses.

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[midday0nightmares]

15 - impending.

previous chapter painless.

m.list.

warnings: this series contains themes of yandere\mafia, blood, violence, mental health, drugs, non-con.

author note: this is pure fiction and it is not intended to romanticize any of the situations mentioned bellow.

You stir awake, nausea stirring inside your stomach, you press on your temples to clam the throbbing headache as a train of memories rams through you sparking anger. you stand up in a your foggy state, moved by rage. you open the door looking for your assailant, the bright lights momentarily blinds you before you can locate him, your fists squeezes at the sight of him.

“You!” You shout at him getting his attention.

You stomp towards him bypassing the other two men, he seats still in his place unthreatened by you, your vision breaks as angry tears fill your eyes.

“You! You let them drug me and watched them..“ 

you attacked him, hitting whatever part of him your hands reach. his hands moves to restrain your arms. “Sera!” Jeno shout your name, his loud voice having no effect on you.

“you piece of shit! No body loves and nobody will.. I fucking hate you“, the venomous words were your last attack before jeno could pull you off of jaemin.

Time crawled over you as you cried. the tears you swore you wouldn’t cry anymore rolled down your cheeks, a new sense of inferiority bloomed inside you, you were that insignificant.

the pain swirled inside of you creating a black hole, feeding on your soul, slowly killing you from the inside. You were scared, scared of rebuilding yourself again, because every time you did they would annihilate you in the most brutal way. you stayed low in the cold arms of depression seeing no point in gathering the pieces anymore.

You denounced eating, sleeping, talking to them or even being in the same room as they were in, it pained you that on one seemed to care, further affirming your sense of worthlessness.

You were laying on the couch wallowing into your grief when Jeno came dragging his feet and plopped on the couch next to you.. you stood up ready to leave the room, your puffy eyes and red nose gave up your prideful act, you walked past him but he grabbed your wrist to stop you, faint anger bubbles inside of you, you yanked your arm out of his hand, He titles his head, sympathetic look on his face “oh come on” he snatched you from behind and threw you on the couch and laid half of his weight on top of you preventing you form leaving. You struggled and protested but it all went in vain as he didn’t let you go.. he cuddled closer to you  

“You still mad?” you scuffed at his dumb question, He tried to tickle you when you didn’t answer him but he stopped when you didn’t react.. 

“Wanna tell me what’s on your mind?” He asks you in the most caring tone, his hand stroking your back, the tenderness of his act makes you want to cry, you bury your face into the couch cushion to hid his effect on you.

“no”.. 

He sensed your breathing fast and shallow as you try to regain control if your emotions, he remains quite and continue to stroke your back, you lay on your stomach next to him on the verge of melting into him again.. 

“Wanna go for a walk?” He speaks again.

Is he trying to bribe you with a walk? 

You shake your head, still refusing to face him, 

“You sure? There’s playground near by, we can get your favorite ice cream, what do say?” He asks you again, The offer is to tempting for you say no, you need it.

“Okay..” you pulled yourself up and sat on your knees, the pout still visible on your face.

“But I don’t have shoes to wear“, He burst laughing “it’s ok i have the rain boots you can wear them”.

You got dressed, you looked like a closet had thrown up on you but it is fine, it’s late and streets are empty anyway.. 

You walk in the elevator, his eyes lingers on your face,

 “You’re cute when you pout but please stop it”

he ruffles your hair and you flinch away from him, it was a spontaneous reflex your body learned to do after what he had done to you that day, you haven’t forgotten.

He retracts his hand and sigh. The elevator door opens and he stretched h his hand for you to hold it, you roll your eyes and wrap your fingers around his forearm instead, He pushes his hands into his pockets as he leads you out the building, he walks in a slow pace to match yours, you keep your head down, watching your feet switch as you walk..

The fresh air enters your system and energizes you, you already feel better, lighter. 

You reach the store, he picks up your favorite ice cream like he promised he would, and more of your favorite snacks, the small gesture warms your heart.

You resume your walk to the playground, when you arrived, he takes a sets on the swing content with watching you play around, Eventually you took the swing next to him.

“Can i ask you something?” You said, He hums and awaits your question.

You look down and think how to say it without offending him, you clear the lump in your throat that formed at the memory.

“Did you know? that i was.. ” you were referring to the pregnancy, your question hangs in the ai as he avoids your eyes when you look at him, his turn to stare at the ground. 

“Mm .. no I didn’t” he sounds apologetic, you let go of the breath you were holding.. his answer bringing you a small sense of relief. 

“Can i ask you a question?” He speaks taking you by surprise, 

 “you can” you nod, and without hesitation he asks “Are you scared of me?” his eyes trained on you watching your reaction. you were blindsided by unexpected question.. you take a minute to think about your feelings towards him, was it fear? Hatred? Both? 

“Umm .. honestly?” 

He nods eagerly,

“I am, I'm scared of everything these day.. “ your voice dies as your thoughts wonders off.

Nothing is said after, you kick the dirt under your feet, you had enough of being outside “can we go back now?”, he doesn’t say anything as he stand up and groans as he stretches his arms.

he doesn’t try to hold your hand this time, but offers his arm for you to hold to start your walk back..

You lean on the elevator wall as you yawn, he looks at you with unspoken emotions that hid behind his eyes, you didn’t want to fool yourself, but it looks like guilt. 

his hand reach to rub your ear that was sticking out of your hair, “I had to do it.. you don’t want to be tide to us like that” he whispers but you heard it. you look at at him with shock written over your face, he pursed his lips.

You walk into the apartment to find the lights turned on,  jaemin and heachan sat in the living room, apparently waiting for you, your stomach sinks at the sight of him, your breathing and heartbeat accelerates, haechan face lights up with a sinister smile when he sees you.

Your body trembles as you take a step back.

“Jaemin.. can i talk to you for a minute?” jeno points to the balcony.. Jaemin sighs and gets up to follow jeno.

You swallow the thick node, twisting your cold fingers in your hands as you anxiously wait for them to comeback. haechan’s eyes never left your shaking form, he winks at you when your eyes lands on him, turning your stomach, your bottom lip was the victim of your teeth as you chowed as you watched jeno and jaemin argue behind the glass door.

 jeno grabbing jaemin’s shoulders and shakes him, jaemin seems to refuse whatever jeno was telling him, jeno keeps talking and jaemin suddenly looks at you through the glass .. his eyes piercing through your soul, his face contorted with strong emotions making your heart to leap in fear.

they come back in the room and it feels like your fate has been decided and sealed.

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