#;;mischief queued

[soliloquics]

@wuhei : put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up. for jing yuan. ( context : maybe moze senses something is off ? )

some   days   were   more   trying   than   others,   both   mentally   and   physically.   restful   sleep   was   important   and   the   general's   duties   did   not   care   for   whether   he   paced   himself   well   or   not,   so   jing   yuan   tended   to   make   sure   he   did   not   work   late   into   the   night.   still,   some   nights   offered   him   more   of   a   reprieve   than   others,   and   that   particular   day   saw   him   admittedly   a   little   drowsy.

perhaps   the   advisor   had   noted   that   he   was   ever   so   slightly   out   of   it,   perhaps   there   was   something   else   afoot;   either   way,   he   felt   a   hand   atop   his   knee   and   halted,   glancing   down   to   it   questioningly   before   peering   at   moze   in   turn.   a   moment   passed   but   he   did   sit   himself   down   again,   head   canting   slightly   towards   the   other.

❛    eager   to   retain   my   company   ?   ❜   he   teased   loosely,   and   touched   his   own   fingers   lightly   to   the   back   of   his   wrist,   as   if   to   reassure,   though   gently   so.

[virussyart]

ok so I'm terribly uninformed but I love the whole idea of sims being this entire different thing from just regular humans, like, they're just sims. what I love more though that's been rotating in my head is the idea that they're actual simulated lil people as an in-story thing, eg the meta and the fourth wall breaking *is* the canon.

It'd be funny to have a story where a fully CC'd up active household sim befriends a townie which is completely unaware of the Horrors,,,

(or even more so, my personal little brainworm: CC'd up active household sim vaguely aware of the fourth wall gets the sims 4 grim reaper to crush hard on them despite all odds, and they know it's normally impossible and wait no I'm biased that's why. help)

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[sideofmischicf]

the muse has been finicky since the ✨family stuff✨ erupted, so if i haven’t replied to our thread yet it will be coming!! <3

[is-this-even-relatable]

Misfortune Teller

tldr: An older Danny, apprentice to Clockwork, does a lot of field work across dimensions, resetting the timeline, queuing future events, and who knows what else. Occasionally, he warns people about such upcoming possibilities, to set them on the right path. How, you might ask? Well in this case... as a wandering fortune teller.

Crack-fic (oh god, it's getting long and my logic brain won't let it remain as crack) where Danny becomes Clockwork's apprentice after getting his GED. Living his infinite afterlife to the fullest. Inspired by this tumblr post.

Working for Clockwork had been... interesting so far. At first, Danny got frustrated by how vague and cryptic Clockwork was. He'd just shunt Danny off to some ancient time with a few words, his own time medallion (Danny carried it everywhere with him now), and then pop back into the portal, leaving Danny with only the faintest idea of where to go.

Eventually, after enough time (ha!) spent around Clockwork, Danny figured out that it just basically meant that he had free reign and to do whatever he wanted. Because if he went on the wrong path, (like that one time in Pompeii when he had almost caused the volcano to explode a few years too early), Clockwork would just pop on by, say another few cryptic words, and then it'd all be fine and dandy, or as he liked to say, "All is as it should be... Now stop practicing your wail by an active volcano."

After telling Jazz about that (it was supposed to be funny, not concerning), she just sighed and shook her head, with a forlorn "think before you act, Danny!" but hey, it'd turned out fine so far, so who cares how he does what Clockwork asks him to do, as long as it gets done, right? Even if it's with a liiiiitle more mischief than strictly required.

Besides. Danny was the one who had been doing time shenanigans across millennia, not Jazz. And he thought he'd been getting pretty good at it too! He'd actually started giving himself a different made-up background for each universe he visited. Sam and Tucker were helping him keep up with the identities on a spreadsheet, so if he had to go back to one he'd already visited, he'd remember who he'd said he was supposed to be.

---

He was on a call with them one evening while haunting Jazz's apartment, doing just that, when he felt a familiar tingle in the back of his throat, as well as a heightened awareness of the seconds passing by, that always accompanied his mentor's appearance.

Sam was talking about his past stint posing as a god of death when he cut in. "Hey- sorry to interrupt, Sam- Clocky's here, guys, I gotta dip."

"Aw, come on! We hardly talked any this past week since you passed your certifications, man," Tucker complained.

Danny rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Yeah, yeah. Partly on you too though, you've been caught up outside of class, and Sam's schedule is nearly the opposite of yours."

Sam hummed in agreement despiter Tucker's scoff.

Danny missed hanging out with them as much as they had in high school, but hey, life goes on. Or at least, theirs did, to college. After finally flunking out of Casper High, he'd taken some time to get used to his responsibilities in the ghost zone, and when he had, he realized that he didn't really have much enthusiasm or timeleft for his human life.

And he didn't really want to go back home either.

But Jazz had made him tie up any loose ends before he noped-off to god knows where, which frankly, he had to thank her for. Getting his GED took a few years, but it was an accomplishment that could be attributed to Danny Fenton, no ghostliness required. Then he was able to let that tether go free.

Pulled out of his musings by a few more grumbles from Tucker, Danny said his goodbyes, promising to call the next time they were all available.

After hanging up, Danny swiveled around, anticipation already lighting up his eyes an ethereal green.

Clockwork, for his part, had been waiting patiently through Danny's lengthy goodbyes. Although he supposed that it tracked for the watcher of time to be patient. With his job, it'd be a nightmare if he wasn't.

"Phantom," Clockwork spoke, calm as always. "I have some tasks I need you to complete as my apprentice."

And Danny, always ready for adventure, didn't need him to explain any further. "Sure! When do you need me to be?"

Clockwork smiled at that. "I am fortunate you are eager. Follow me."

---

Danny popped into existence in this universe with a burst of cold air and static electricity. He found himself hovering by a clocktower above a sprawling, gothic city. Smog and light pollution obscured the stars above him, to his disappointment. He comforted himself with the fact that he'd probably have all the time he wanted to fly someplace less populated to see them later.

He started off by familiarizing himself with the city. As he flew, he followed the trail of power and met the resident city-spirit, a spooky- but kind underneath- woman draped in black lace, who told him her name was Gotham. He spoke in length with her about this universe, its heroes, and her knights. On that, she was very enthusiastic... or at least Danny thought she was, her projected emotions belaying much more than her gloomy exterior. She told him how her knights had been through a lot and would need some guidance fighting the darkness that pooled in her deepest corners, smiling with too much glee, filling lungs with fear, and terrorizing with cold hard bullets.

Danny could sense that the dangers she spoke of were growing in power, ever slowly. The longer they shadowed people's minds and hearts, an intangible thing grew that lent them more otherworldly pull than their physical forms had right to hold.

That must be what he was sent here for.

But... they were weak, pitifully so for him, infinite king as he was. And besides, he wasn't here in that sense. He was a messenger, a simple apprentice. And he could do this however he wanted.

Cue his talk with Lady Gotham, and subsequent idea to arm her knights. With what? Well, he figured knowledge would be a start. Flying high above the city invisibly, Danny noticed a sea of colors and lights by what appeared to be the city's pier. He flew down, noting that it appeared to be the setup spot for a travelling circus or carnival of some kind.

He considered what to do. One of Lady Gotham's troubles was a madman clown, right? Well maybe he'd be attracted to his ilk here... and with the danger came the knights. Maybe he could catch one of them here?

Danny was floating around at the entrance and beginning to formulate a plan when a flyer caught his eye. Looking for a mystic to read fortunes. URGENT!

Hadn't Clockwork said something about fortunes? And he hadn't made an identity in this universe yet...

A mischievous smile crept across Danny's face, splitting it in two with far too many teeth.

---

Half a city away, a man in all black, perched on the very same clocktower that Phantom had Appeared by, shivered as he felt an ominous premonition about his sanity in the near future...

Said man quickly opened his comms to check in with his many, many kids. Yet even after hearing back from each, he still felt apprehensive.

Somewhere even further, Clockwork laughed.

---

And that's how Danny found himself seated at a fortune teller's booth at a pier in Gotham, two days later, for the Tricksy Traveling Circus's grand opening.

[siriuslysmoking]

First Time

Fictober Masterlist

Day 8 of Fictober: Eddie and a Scary Movie

Eddie Munson lounged on the couch, a bowl of popcorn in his lap, grinning at you with that playful spark in his eyes. The room was dimly lit, and the flickering glow of the TV screen set a spooky mood as the opening credits of a classic horror movie rolled.

“Ready for this?” he asked, leaning back with a cocky grin. “It’s gonna be a wild ride.”

You swallowed hard, glancing at the screen. “Um, I’ve never actually watched a scary movie before,” you admitted, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves.

Eddie’s eyes widened comically. “What? You’re in for a treat, then! Just remember, it’s all fake. Nothing to be scared of… right?”

“Easy for you to say,” you replied, trying to sound brave but failing as the first jump scare hit. You let out a small yelp, clenching your fists in your lap.

He laughed, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Welcome to the horror club! The initiation can be a little intense.”

As the plot unfolded, you found yourself leaning closer to Eddie, half for comfort and half because you were genuinely captivated by the story. You jumped again at another scare, and Eddie turned to you with a teasing grin.

“See? Told you it would get your heart racing,” he said, leaning in just a bit closer.

“I didn’t know I’d actually jump like that!” you exclaimed, half-laughing and half-embarrassed.

“Don’t worry. It happens to the best of us,” he assured you, his tone light. “Just breathe.”

You took a deep breath, trying to shake off the adrenaline. “Okay, okay. I can handle this.”

As the movie progressed, you became more invested, your nerves easing as you and Eddie exchanged playful comments about the characters’ decisions.

“Who goes into the basement alone?” you scoffed, shaking your head.

Eddie chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Classic horror move! Always a bad idea. But hey, it makes for great entertainment.”

At one particularly tense moment, you instinctively grabbed the sleeve of his shirt, squeezing slightly. He looked over, feigning surprise. “Whoa, getting a little cozy there, huh?”

You flushed, letting go quickly. “I’m just… reacting!”

“Right, right. Totally normal reaction,” he teased, a wide grin on his face.

As the movie reached its climax, the suspense was nearly unbearable. You were practically on the edge of your seat, heart racing with both fear and excitement. When a jump scare finally hit, you squeaked and threw your hands over your eyes.

“Okay, I’m done!” you laughed, half hiding your face in his shoulder.

Eddie chuckled, wrapping an arm around you playfully. “What’s the matter? I thought you wanted to be scared?”

“Not like this!” you protested, giggling despite the adrenaline coursing through you.

Once the credits rolled, you exhaled a long breath. “I survived!”

“Barely,” he said, a teasing glint in his eyes. “You were clutching my shirt like it was a lifeline.”

“Maybe I was,” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant but unable to hide your smile.

“Want to watch another one? Or are you too scared?” he challenged, leaning back with a mock serious expression.

You shot him a playful glare. “I’m definitely not too scared. Bring it on!”

Eddie laughed, clearly delighted by your newfound bravery. “Alright! But remember, I’m here to protect you from the scary stuff.”

You grinned, feeling the warmth of his presence. “Good to know. Just don’t let go of my hand when the scares come!”

As he queued up another movie, you settled in, excited for the next thrill and the fun of sharing it with Eddie. It was more than just the fear; it was the laughter, the connection, and the thrill of experiencing something new together that made it all unforgettable.

Taglist: @champomiel@nockstormbringer @strawbeffys @ellapurnellmybeloved@mysticliars-blog1

[lila-lou]

✨His true fate - Part 7/?✨

Summary: Jensen hasn't been happy for years. But it seems almost impossible for him to escape. After another nasty argument between him and his wife, he decides to visit his ´former´ best friend for his birthday. Back in Austin, an encounter awaits him that will turn his life completely upside down.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Language, age gap

Word Count: 5402

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

Just then, Jared approached the two of you again, knocking against the doorframe with a loud rap and yelling, “Is everyone still dressed?”. He had one hand comically placed in front of his eyes, clearly trying to add a bit of humor to the situation.

Jensen chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, Jared, we’re good. You can open your eyes”.

Jared cautiously peeked through his fingers before lowering his hand and grinning at both of you. “Alright, just making sure. I didn’t want to walk into round two or anything”.

Jensen rolled his eyes at Jared’s teasing, but couldn’t help but smile at his friend’s antics. Jared just wiggled his eyebrows, clearly enjoying the situation.

“Are you gonna stay and watch TV?”, Jared asked, pointing at the screen where a show was paused, ready to start. “We were about to start an episode”.

You scrunched your eyebrows, reading the title on the screen. “The Boys? Sounds cheesy”, you commented, a playful skepticism in your voice.

Jared’s grin widened, and he winked. “Oh, you’ll love it, I’m sure. Trust me, it’s anything but cheesy”.

Meanwhile, Jensen had already started blushing, realizing that the episode queued up was season 3, episode 7. He cleared his throat, trying to hide his discomfort.

“Uh, maybe we should pick a different episode”, Jensen suggested, his voice tinged with embarrassment.

Jared smirked, catching on to Jensen’s unease. “Oh, come on. It’s a great episode”, he teased, clearly enjoying his friend’s predicament.

You noticed Jensen’s reaction and looked between the two of them, curiosity piqued. “Why? What’s in this episode?”, you asked, genuinely intrigued.

Jared’s grin widened even more, and he leaned back, clearly relishing the moment. “Let’s just say Jensen’s character has a rather… memorable scene”.

Jensen groaned, his face turning a deeper shade of red. “Thanks, Jared. Really appreciate it”, he muttered sarcastically.

Jensen sighed deeply, resigned to the situation as he saw the mischievous glint in Jared’s eyes and your enthusiastic reaction to the revelation. He shot Jared a mock glare before turning to you, his face still flushed with embarrassment.

“Yeah, I’m in that episode”, Jensen admitted with a mixture of chagrin and amusement. “Apparently, Jared thinks it’s essential viewing”.

You couldn’t contain your grin, looking at Jensen with wide eyes filled with mischief. “Wait, seriously? You’re in this? Oh, I am definitely staying to watch this”, you exclaimed, your excitement growing.

Jared chuckled at Jensen’s discomfort but also nodded enthusiastically at your response. “See, I told you she’d be into it”, he said with a grin. “Come on, let’s see if it lives up to the hype”.

Jensen muttered under his breath, “Oh, fuck me”, but there was a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. He leaned back against the couch, resigned to the fact that there was no escaping this now.

You settled in beside Jensen, the atmosphere now light and playful despite the earlier intensity. As the episode resumed and Jensen’s character appeared on screen, you couldn’t help but watch with fascination, stealing glances at Jensen every now and then to see his reactions.

For Jensen, seeing you smile and laugh beside him eased the embarrassment of the moment, and he found himself genuinely enjoying the evening despite the unexpected turn of events.

As the episode progressed, you found yourself leaning closer to Jensen, occasionally whispering comments or asking questions about his character. Jensen answered with a mix of humor and self-deprecation, making you laugh even more.

Just then, the infamous scene where Soldier Boy is caught in a compromising position, jerking off in front of older women, flashed onto the screen. Your mouth popped open in shock and amusement, eyes wide as you watched the hilariously awkward moment unfold.

Jensen, fully aware of what was coming, covered his face with his hands, his cheeks deepening to a bright shade of red. He peeked through his fingers, stealing glances at your reaction and Jared’s amused expression. Jared, meanwhile, was grinning from ear to ear, clearly enjoying the situation.

“Oh my.. fuck, Jensen!”, you exclaimed, barely able to contain your laughter. “I can’t believe this!”.

Jensen groaned, his face still hidden behind his hands. “Yeah, it’s… not my finest moment”, he muttered, shaking his head in mock despair.

Jared’s laughter echoed through the room as he watched the two of you. "I told you it was worth watching”, he said, his voice filled with mirth. “This scene alone is gold”.

You chuckled, unable to resist teasing Jensen in the midst of the hilarity. “I didn’t think you were into older women”, you quipped playfully.

Jensen peeked through his fingers, a mix of embarrassment and amusement in his eyes. “Believe me, it’s all just acting”, he replied with a grin. “Soldier Boy has a… diverse taste, I guess”.

Jared, still chuckling, chimed in, “Yeah, diverse is one way to put it!”.

You leaned closer to Jensen, nudging him gently with your shoulder. “Well, I’m relieved to hear that”, you said teasingly. “I was starting to wonder what I’d gotten myself into”.

Jensen grinned at your teasing remark, his eyes crinkling with amusement. He leaned in closer, his voice low and playful. “Well, if you think Soldier Boy’s taste in women is diverse, what does that say about my taste in… younger women?”, he teased, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

You blushed deeply, caught off guard by Jensen’s teasing remark and the suggestive look in his eyes. His playful tone and the way he emphasized “younger women” sent a wave of heat straight to your core, leaving you momentarily speechless.

Jensen chuckled softly at your reaction, his grin widening as he noticed your blush. He leaned back slightly, his gaze lingering on you with a mix of amusement and something deeper, a hint of desire that sent a thrill through you.

“Got you blushing there, huh?”, Jensen teased lightly, his voice husky with underlying warmth. He reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against your hand.

You managed to regain your composure, though your heart was still racing. “You’re terrible”, you replied with a playful smirk, trying to mask the effect his words had on you.

Jared cleared his throat awkwardly, shifting his gaze between you and Jensen. His own cheeks were tinged with a faint blush as he muttered, “Wow, um, it’s getting pretty intense in here”.

You and Jensen exchanged a glance, both of you amused by Jared’s reaction. Jensen chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Sorry about that”, he said to Jared, his tone still laced with humor.

Jared nodded, though he couldn’t hide the smile playing on his lips. “Just, uh, maybe tone it down a notch, you know, for the sake of my sanity”.

Jensen chuckled at Jared’s comment, a deep, resonant sound that filled the room. He groaned playfully as he stretched himself out on the couch, shifting to lean back comfortably. In the midst of his movements, he subtly reached out and slipped an arm around your waist, catching you off guard but pleasantly surprised.

You glanced down at his arm around you, feeling the warmth of his touch seeping through the fabric of your clothes. Despite the playful banter and Jared’s presence in the house, there was an undeniable intimacy in the way Jensen held you close.

For a moment, you hesitated, unsure how to respond to this unexpected gesture. But then you leaned into him slightly, allowing yourself to relax into his embrace. His arm tightened around you instinctively, pulling you closer until your sides were pressed together.

Jared, oblivious to the subtle exchange between you and Jensen, busied himself in the kitchen, rummaging through cabinets for snacks. The faint sound of clinking dishes and cupboard doors echoed faintly from the other room, creating a soothing backdrop to the comfortable silence that settled between you and Jensen.

Jensen turned his head to look at you, his gaze soft and filled with unspoken words. His fingers traced gentle patterns on your side, a silent reassurance that he was there, that this moment between you meant something more.

As the evening wore on, Jensen and Jared continued to snack and chat while you remained engrossed in the TV show, occasionally joining in.

Despite the interruptions earlier, you found yourself fully immersed in the episode, laughing at the show’s storyline.

As the night progressed and the snacks dwindled, fatigue finally caught up with you. Your eyelids grew heavy, the comfort of the couch and the rhythmic sound of Jensen’s heartbeat beneath your ear lulling you into a peaceful state. Without realizing it, you drifted off to sleep, your head finding its way to rest on Jensen’s shoulder.

Jensen felt your weight against him, and he glanced down at you with a soft smile. He carefully adjusted his position to make you more comfortable, letting you rest against him while he continued to watch the show with Jared. His arm remained protectively around your waist, holding you close as if afraid you might slip away.

Jared, noticing your sleeping form, grinned knowingly but kept his voice low as he spoke to Jensen. “Looks like someone couldn’t keep up with the excitement”, he whispered teasingly.

Jensen chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Yeah, I guess the show was too much for her”, he replied in a hushed tone, his gaze fond as he looked down at you.

Jared’s whispered words caught Jensen by surprise, his gaze shifting from you to his friend with a mixture of curiosity and guarded interest. The room seemed to hold its breath as Jared continued, his voice still low and intimate.

“I like her, man”, Jared admitted quietly, a sincere smile tugging at his lips. “You’re so relaxed around her, and that’s a rare thing”.

Jensen’s expression softened, a flicker of gratitude and vulnerability crossing his features. He glanced down at you, sleeping peacefully against him, then back at Jared. “Yeah”, he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “She’s… different”.

Jared nodded knowingly, his eyes reflecting understanding. “You should tell her, you know”, he suggested gently. “She might not know how you feel”.

Jensen kept his gaze fixed on you, his mind racing with Jared’s words echoing in his thoughts. He watched the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you slept against him, feeling a mixture of tenderness and longing.

“Yeah”, Jensen murmured softly, his voice barely audible in the quiet room. “When the time’s right”.

He stroked your hair gently, his touch feather-light against your skin.

After a while, as the night deepened into early morning, Jared also began to grow tired. He stretched his arms above his head, yawning widely as he stood up from his seat on the adjacent couch.

"Man, I'm beat", Jared muttered, rubbing his eyes and stretching again. "I think I'm gonna head to bed".

Jensen glanced up at Jared, nodding in understanding. "Yeah, good idea", he replied quietly, not wanting to disturb your peaceful sleep.

Jared grinned sleepily, nodding back at Jensen. "Take care of her", he said softly, his voice filled with genuine warmth.

Jensen smiled gratefully at Jared's words, appreciating the unspoken support and understanding between them. "I will", he replied quietly, his gaze returning to you, still resting peacefully against him.

With a final nod, Jared shuffled off to his bedroom, leaving Jensen and you in the quiet comfort of the living room. The soft glow of the TV screen illuminated the space, casting gentle shadows across the room.

Jensen shifted slightly, adjusting his position to make you even more comfortable. He couldn't help but smile as he looked down at you, marveling at the sight of your serene expression. His heart swelled with affection and admiration.

As Jared's footsteps faded down the hallway, the room settled into a profound stillness. Jensen sighed contentedly, wrapping his arm around you once more, holding you close against him. He closed his eyes briefly, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment and the warmth of your presence beside him.

After a while longer, the quiet of the room and the soothing familiarity of your presence lulled Jensen into a peaceful slumber. He lay half-sitting on the couch, his head slightly tilted back against the cushions. Your head had gradually sunk against his chest, finding a comfortable spot where his heartbeat could lull you further into your own dreams.

Jensen's arm remained wrapped tightly around your smaller body, instinctively pulling you closer as he slept. His breathing deepened into a steady rhythm, synchronized with the soft rise and fall of your chests pressed together.

The TV show played softly in the background, forgotten now as both of you found solace in each other's arms. Outside, the night continued its quiet passage, undisturbed by the deepening bond between two souls finding comfort and connection in the stillness of the moment.

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room as Jensen gradually woke from his slumber. He blinked a few times, adjusting to the gentle brightness, before his gaze fell upon you still nestled against him, your head resting comfortably on his chest.

A soft smile curved Jensen’s lips as he traced a strand of hair away from your face, admiring the peaceful expression that graced your features in sleep. He felt a surge of affection swell within him, a warmth that spread from his chest to every corner of his being. The intimacy of the moment enveloped him, anchoring him in a sense of contentment he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Carefully, so as not to disturb you, Jensen shifted slightly to find a more comfortable position. His arm, which had been protectively draped around you, tightened instinctively as he savored the sensation of having you close to him. The night had brought unexpected closeness, and Jensen couldn’t deny how right it felt to wake up with you in his arms.

After a while, Jensen gently brushed his fingers against your cheek, trying to rouse you from sleep. “Hey”, he murmured softly, his voice filled with tenderness. “Good morning”.

He leaned down to press a soft kiss on your forehead, lingering for a moment before pulling back slightly to gauge your response, hoping to see those eyes flutter open.

As Jensen pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, he felt a rush of emotions flood through him—affection, anticipation, and a hint of nervousness about how you might respond to waking up in his arms. He held his breath for a moment, waiting for you to stir.

You felt the warmth of Jensen’s lips against your forehead, a sensation that pulled you gently out of sleep. The soft murmur of his voice reached your ears, coaxing you back to consciousness. Slowly, your eyes fluttered open, blinking against the morning light filtering through the window.

“Morning”, you murmured softly, your voice husky with sleep as you met Jensen’s gaze.

Jensen licked his lips nervously, his heart skipping a beat as he watched you slowly awaken in his arms. The soft, morning light bathed your face as you blinked, adjusting to the realization that you had slept nestled against him on the couch. The warmth of your gaze met his, and he couldn’t resist the urge that surged within him.

Without thinking, Jensen leaned down, his lips brushing over yours in a feather-light kiss. It was so gentle, almost hesitant, as if he were afraid to break the spell of the moment. His heart raced as he pulled back slightly, searching your eyes for any sign of how you might respond.

For a heartbeat, there was silence between you, filled only with the soft rustle of morning birds outside. Jensen’s hand traced a soothing pattern on your back, his touch a silent reassurance of his affection. He held his breath, waiting for your reaction, uncertain yet hopeful.

Your gaze held his, filled with a mixture of surprise and something more tender. A small smile curved your lips as you reached up, your fingers lightly grazing his cheek.

Jensen exhaled softly, relief flooding through him at your gentle response. He leaned in again, this time more confidently, capturing your lips in a kiss that deepened slowly. It was a kiss filled with warmth and longing.

You weren’t sure if making out again was the best idea, given all the complexities and uncertainties between you. But in that moment, none of it seemed to matter. The only thing that did was the feel of Jensen’s lips against yours, the warmth of his body so close to yours. When he gently pulled back, a hesitant look in his eyes, you couldn’t resist the magnetic pull between you.

You reached up, your fingers gently curling around the back of his neck, and pulled his face back down towards yours. Jensen didn’t resist; instead, he let himself sink on top of you, his body pressing you gently into the couch. His lips brushed against yours in the most intimate and tender way, sending shivers down your spine.

Jensen’s hand cradled your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw as he deepened the kiss. It was a slow, languorous kiss, filled with the promise of everything unspoken between you. His other hand slipped under your shirt, resting on your waist, his touch both possessive and gentle.

Your hands roamed over his back, feeling the play of muscles beneath his hoodie. The world outside ceased to exist as you lost yourselves in each other. Every kiss, every touch, seemed to convey a thousand words, an outpouring of emotions that had been building since the moment you met.

Jensen’s kisses trailed down your jawline to your neck, making you gasp softly. The sensation was electrifying, and you arched into him, your body responding to his in ways you couldn’t control. His name escaped your lips in a breathless whisper, and you felt his smile against your skin.

It was then that Jensen’s phone rang, the vibrations buzzing against your thigh, jolting you both out of the intense moment. Jensen groaned softly, his forehead resting against your shoulder for a brief second before he reluctantly pulled back, his eyes filled with regret and frustration.

“Sorry”, he murmured, fishing his phone out of the pocket of his sweatpants. He glanced at the screen and his expression shifted slightly, the name on the display causing a flicker of concern to pass over his face.

“I have to take this”, Jensen said apologetically, his voice low as he sat up, the warmth of his body leaving you feeling suddenly cold.

You nodded, understanding but disappointed. “It’s okay”, you replied softly, giving him a reassuring smile even though your heart was still racing from the intensity of your shared moment.

Jensen stood up, answering the call as he walked a few steps away. “Hello?”, he said into the phone, his tone now businesslike. As he listened, his expression became more serious, and you could tell it was something important.

While Jensen spoke on the phone, you took a deep breath, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you.

Just then, Jared slowly walked into the room, clearly still half asleep as he stifled a yawn. He had been about to mumble a casual greeting when he noticed Jensen’s serious expression as he spoke into the phone. Jensen’s demeanor was that of someone discussing something important, and Jared immediately picked up on the shift in atmosphere.

Jared blinked, instantly recognizing the “my manager” expression on Jensen’s face—the one that meant serious business or perhaps some urgent matter related to work or personal affairs. He glanced at you, noting the mix of curiosity and concern on your face as you observed Jensen’s conversation.

Clearing his throat softly so as not to interrupt Jensen, Jared quietly made his way to the kitchen area, giving you a brief reassuring smile as he passed by. He busied himself with preparing a pot of coffee, the sound of water pouring into the machine punctuating the tense silence in the room.

Meanwhile, you remained seated on the couch, your mind racing with thoughts. The intimacy of the moment just before Jensen’s phone call seemed to linger in the air, juxtaposed with the seriousness of the conversation Jensen was now having. You couldn’t help but wonder what it was about and how it might impact the easy camaraderie that had developed between you.

After what felt like an eternity but was likely only a few minutes, Jensen finally ended the call. He sighed deeply, his shoulders sagging slightly as he turned back towards you. His expression was a mix of relief and weariness, and you immediately felt a pang of sympathy for whatever he had been dealing with.

Jensen walked back to where you were sitting, his steps heavier than before. He sat down beside you, running a hand through his hair in a gesture of frustration.

“I’m sorry about that”, Jensen apologized again, his voice tinged with exhaustion. “That was unexpected”.

You nodded understandingly, reaching out to gently squeeze his hand in reassurance. “Is everything okay?”, you asked softly, searching his eyes for any hint of what had transpired.

Jensen managed a faint smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah, it’s just… some work stuff I needed to sort out”, he explained vaguely, not wanting to burden you with the details just yet.

Jensen’s faint smile lingered as he looked into your concerned eyes. Before he could say more, Jared’s voice cut through the quiet, carrying a teasing tone that broke the tension.

“You guys had a good night? Need to clean the couch?”, Jared yelled over from the kitchen, his tired voice laced with a big smirk.

You felt your cheeks flush slightly, and a laugh escaped your lips despite the serious moment. Jensen chuckled, shaking his head at Jared’s antics. “No, Jared, the couch is fine”, he called back, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Thanks for your concern, though”.

Jared sauntered over with two mugs of steaming coffee, handing one to each of you. “Just checking”, he said with a wink. “Wouldn’t want to miss out on the fun details”.

You rolled your eyes playfully, taking a sip of the hot coffee. “Very funny, Jared. But thanks for the coffee”.

Jared grinned, clearly pleased with himself.

Jared leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of his coffee before getting to the question that had been lingering on your mind. His expression turned slightly more serious, though his playful demeanor was still evident.

“So, when’s your flight back to New York?”, Jared asked, his gaze shifting to Jensen.

Jensen sighed softly, setting his coffee mug down on the table in front of him. “Thursday at noon”, he replied, his voice carrying a hint of resignation.

You felt a pang of disappointment at the reminder that Jensen’s time here was limited. Despite the uncertainty and the unexpected turns of the past day, you had enjoyed being with him more than you had expected.

Jared nodded thoughtfully, his brow furrowing slightly. “Damn, that’s coming up fast”, he remarked, glancing between you and Jensen. “Have you figured out everything you need to before heading back?”.

Jensen hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering to you before returning to Jared. “Not quite”, he admitted, his tone thoughtful. “But I’ll manage. There are a few loose ends to tie up, but I think I can handle them remotely”.

Jared scratched his chin thoughtfully before turning to you with a friendly grin. “Hey, how about you stay for breakfast? I make a killer omelette”, he offered, raising an eyebrow in anticipation.

You glanced at Jensen, catching his eye as he observed your reaction with a hint of hopefulness. His gaze softened, silently urging you to stay a little longer.

“Yeah, that sounds great”, you replied with a smile, returning your attention to Jared. “I’d love to stay for breakfast”.

Jared nodded enthusiastically, pushing himself up. “Awesome! I’ll get started then”, he declared, heading towards the kitchen with a newfound energy.

As Jared bustled around in the kitchen, gathering ingredients and utensils, you turned back to Jensen. His expression was unreadable for a moment, a mix of relief and something deeper flickering in his eyes.

Jensen hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering on you with a mixture of uncertainty and determination. Finally, he cleared his throat softly, catching your attention.

“Hey, um, I was thinking…”, Jensen began, his voice slightly tentative. “Would you maybe want to hang out tomorrow before I have to head back home? Maybe at your place?”.

You felt a flutter of excitement at his suggestion, the warmth of his gaze coaxing a smile from you. “Yeah, I’d like that”, you replied, trying to keep your voice casual despite the anticipation bubbling inside you.

Jensen smiled, relief evident in his eyes at your positive response. "Good", he said softly, a hint of nervousness in his voice. "We could order some food, maybe watch a movie or something".

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, a gesture you noticed he often did when he was slightly out of his comfort zone. It struck you that this was more than just a casual hangout—he was asking you for a real date, a chance to spend more meaningful time together.

You felt a surge of warmth at the realization, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering faster. "That sounds perfect", you replied, meeting his gaze with a soft smile. "I'd really like that".

Before either of you could say more, Jared's voice interrupted from the kitchen, breaking the moment with playful teasing. "Hey, you two lovebirds, hope you're ready for the best omelette of your lives!".

You both chuckled, Jensen shaking his head fondly as he glanced towards the kitchen. The warmth of his hand brushing against yours sent a thrill through you, a silent promise of what was to come.

After a hearty breakfast and Jared’s entertaining stories about his adventures working with Jensen over the years, you found yourself standing on the front porch with Jensen.

Jensen leaned against the porch railing beside you, his expression thoughtful as he gazed out at the quiet street. The sun was beginning to rise higher in the sky, casting a gentle warmth over everything around you.

“You know”, Jensen began softly, breaking the comfortable silence between you, “I had a really great time last night".

You bit your lip, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks. “Me too”, you mumbled, a shy smile tugging at your lips. “Even though you’re an old man, you sure know how to keep me busy”.

Jensen chuckled, shaking his head before reaching out to gently grab your chin. His touch was firm but playful, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Alright, that’s it”, he hissed playfully. “You need to stop with the old man jokes”.

You laughed, feeling the tension melt away as you met his gaze. “Okay, okay”, you conceded, raising your hands in mock surrender. “I’ll stop… for now”.

Jensen’s smile widened, and he let go of your chin, his hand lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. “Good”, he said softly, his voice filled with warmth. “Because I’d really like to see you again. And I don’t want to be reminded of my age every time we’re together”.

You grinned, feeling a flutter of excitement in your chest. “I’d like that too”, you replied, your voice sincere. “And I promise, no more old man jokes”.

Jensen nodded, satisfied. “Deal”, he said, his tone light. “So, I’ll call you later?”.

You nodded, unable to keep the smile off your face. “I’ll be waiting”, you said.

Jensen's gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips, torn between the desire to prolong the moment with another kiss and the uncertainty of whether it was appropriate. He swallowed lightly, his fingers twitching as if debating the decision.

You sensed his hesitation and took a small step closer, closing the gap between you. The air between you crackled with unspoken tension, the warmth of the morning sun casting a gentle glow around you both.

Without saying a word, Jensen leaned in slowly, his movements cautious yet filled with longing. His lips brushed against yours in a tender kiss, a soft sigh escaping him as he melted into the warmth of the embrace.

The kiss was gentle, a silent reassurance of the connection that had grown between you. Jensen's hand found its way to the small of your back, pulling you closer as if he couldn't bear to let you go.

When you finally pulled apart, Jensen rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. His eyes remained closed for a moment, savoring the intimacy of the moment before opening them to meet your gaze once more.

"Take care", he whispered softly, his voice husky with emotion.

You smiled, feeling a rush of warmth and affection. "You too", you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

As you turned to walk away, you felt Jensen's gaze following you, a mix of longing and hope in his eyes. The connection between you had deepened, and as you headed home, you couldn't help but feel excited about what the future might hold for the two of you.

Jensen stood on the porch for a few moments longer, trying to stifle the smile that was playing at the corners of his lips. He licked his lips absentmindedly, the taste of your kiss lingering.

He watched your car until it was out of sight, a sense of warmth and anticipation settling over him. The connection between you felt real, tangible, and it left him with a renewed sense of hope despite the complexities of his life.

With a deep breath, Jensen turned back towards the house, the smile finally breaking free. He walked back inside, feeling lighter than he had in a long time. Jared was still in the kitchen, tidying up after breakfast.

Jared glanced up as Jensen entered, a knowing smirk on his face. “Things got pretty intense last night, Ackles, huh?”, he mumbled, clearly referring to the moment he had walked in on you and Jensen making out on the couch.

Jensen chuckled, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “Yeah, you could say that”, he replied, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry about that, man”.

Jared laughed, waving off the apology. “Hey, no need to apologize. Just didn’t expect to walk into that scene", he teased, his smirk widening. “You two seemed pretty into each other”.

Jensen nodded, the smile never leaving his face. “Yeah, she’s… something special”, he admitted, his tone softening. “I’m seeing her tomorrow. We’re going to hang out at her place”.

Jared raised an eyebrow teasingly, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Hang out, huh?”, he quipped, his tone filled with amusement.

Jensen chuckled, shaking his head. “Come on, man. We’re just going to spend some time together”, he replied, trying to hide his own amusement.

Jared´s grin widening mischievously. “Sure, sure, just spending time together”, he teased, emphasizing the air quotes with a dramatic flourish of his hands. “Because that’s totally what you call it when you’re making out like teenagers on the couch”.

Jensen rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t help but chuckle at Jared. “Alright, alright”, he conceded with a laugh. “You caught us. Happy now?”.

Jared nodded, still grinning. “Ecstatic”, he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “But seriously, man, I’m glad you’re happy. It’s about time something good came your way”.

Jensen’s expression softened, touched by Jared’s sincerity. “Thanks, Jared”, he said quietly, a genuine smile spreading across his face.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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Part 8

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[littlest-w01f]

Day Off

Feysand x Reader

ACOTAR MASTERLIST

BDAY CELEBRATION

Summary: On your birthday, your mates can't help but order you to stay in bed with them and rest.

Cw: Food play, Oral!F Receiving, Smut 18+ MDNI

A/N: I was so busy yesterday I forgot I hadn't queued this yet :')

Early in the morning on your birthday, you were out of bed, taking a shower and preparing for your day ahead. The warm water cascaded over your skin as you stood under the showerhead, letting the steamy spray wash away the remnants of sleep. The air was filled with the sweet scent of your favourite lavender body wash, its soothing aroma helping to calm your mind.

As you stepped out of the shower and wrapped yourself in a fluffy towel, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with nervousness despite the workload you still had for the day.

But before you could dry yourself you felt strong hands wrap around your waist, pulling you back against a firm chest. A deep, familiar voice whispered in your ear, "Happy Birthday, baby."

Your heart raced as you recognized the touch and scent of Rhysand. He had obviously snuck into the bathroom while you were lost in thought under the spray. His muscular arms held you securely as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, planting soft kisses along your damp skin. He winnowed you out, pushing you back onto the bed, making you bounce.

With a soft gasp, you settle back into the plush pillows as Rhysand and Feyre fuss over you. The Illyrian High Lord's chiselled features soften with concern while his mate, the former mortal turned High Fae, gently brushes a strand of hair from your forehead.

"You are not leaving us this early in the morning, it's your birthday. You are not working yourself to death on your birthday" Feyre murmurs, her eyes filled with warmth. "We won't take no for an answer."

Rhysand nodded in agreement, his dark hair gleaming in the candlelight. "Besides, we've got everything right here." He gestures to the lavish spread that appeared before you, delectable pastries, steaming mugs of ambrosial tea, and delicate fruit tarts.

As they coax you to indulge, you can't help but laugh at their antics. "No, I can't. I have work to finish, Madja will kill me if I am late." You try to get up from the bed.

Rhysand gently but firmly pushes you back down onto the plush bed, his strong hands easily overpowering your resistance. His violet eyes flash with determination as he looms over you.

"No arguments today, my love. Feyre is right - your birthday only comes once a year. Your work can wait one day." His voice is low and commanding, brooking no dissent. "Madja may be fearsome when it comes to work, but even she would understand putting aside duties to celebrate with loved ones."

Feyre settles beside you, her slender fingers intertwining with yours. Her eyes sparkle with mischief and affection. "Please, just give us this day. Let us spoil you rotten like you deserve." She brings your joined hands to her lap, pulling you in to press a tender kiss to your lips.

Your body relaxes completely as Feyre kisses you, you melt against Feyre like snow the morning after the Winter solstice. Her lips are impossibly soft yet insistent, igniting sparks of pleasure that dance along your nerves.

When she finally pulls back, you're left breathless and flushed, heart fluttering wildly in your chest. Feyre smiles, slow and sensual, clearly pleased by your reaction. Her thumb traces idle patterns on the back of your hand as she holds your gaze.

"I knew you couldn't resist us for long," Rhysand purrs, his deep voice rumbling through you. He leans down to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. "Mmmm, you always smell divine first thing in the morning. Good enough to eat…" His tongue flicks out to taste your skin, drawing a shiver from you.

Feyre chuckles softly at Rhysand's words, her own desire kindling in response to his intimate gesture. She turns her attention back to you, her warm breath caressing your ear as she whispers, "Perhaps we should feed him something sweet instead... So he doesn't devour our birthday girl whole."

Her playful suggestion sends a thrill through you, your core clenching with anticipation. Rhysand's head lifts, his eyes glinting with wicked intent as he straightens up. "Now that's an idea I can get behind," he says, his voice dripping with promise.

Without warning, he reaches for a decadent chocolate cake adorned with sprinkles of starlight, his movements swift and deliberate. In a blur of motion, he pins you beneath him, the cool surface of the cake pressed against your stomach as he positioned himself between your thighs.

You squeal as he rubbed the chocolate cake into your freshly showered skin, "Rhys-" Your voice is cut by Feyre bringing in a tiny piece of puff pastry to your lips

Feyre's delicate finger offered you a crumbly slice of strawberry tart, its sweet aroma mingling with the rich scent of cocoa from the cake beneath you. As you part your lips to fully accept the treat, Feyre's other hand trails down your side, her touch feather-light and electrifying.

"Mmm, savor this," She cooed, her eyes never leaving yours as you bit into the flaky pastry. The burst of flavour explodes across your tongue, tangy berries and buttery crust. It's the perfect contrast to the cooling cake against your skin, sending tingles racing through you. "Isn't it so good? Don't you just wanna stay and relax today?"

Just as you swallow, Rhysand's mouth descends upon your abdomen, licking a strip of cake clean off you. "Mmm... Just when I thought you couldn't get more delicious..."

Feyre giggles at Rhysand's ravenous display, watching with unabashed delight as he worships your body with his mouth and tongue. "He's quite the hungry beast, isn't he?" she teases, her voice husky with arousal. "But don't worry, we'll make sure he's well-fed... In every way possible."

"Yeah..." You manage with a giggle as Rhysand focuses on your belly, licking and sucking, the feeling leaving you ticklish.

She moved to straddle your chest, her legs pressing against your breasts as she began to grind slowly against you. The heat of her core seeps through the thin fabric of her nightgown, stoking the flames of your own desire. "Let's show our birthday girl just how much we adore her," Feyre purred, leaning forward, leaving her just hovering above you, not too close, not too far.

Meanwhile, Rhysand continues his culinary exploration, trailing open-mouthed kisses down your quivering belly towards the juncture of your thighs.

"Ohhh... Yesss," You moaned softly as Rhysand licked a strip up your cunt, your breath hot against Feyre's slick folds.

Feyre shivered at the sensation, grinding herself harder against you. "That's it baby, worship me like a good little girl you are."

Rhysand chuckled darkly, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you closer to his face. "Don't forget about me," he growled playfully before burying his face between your legs once more, his tongue delving deep inside you.

The dual sensations were almost too much to bear - Feyre riding your face while Rhysand devoured your dripping cunt. You could feel yourself climbing higher and higher towards release, your moans muffled by Feyre's dripping cunt.

"Mmmm... You taste so fucking good," Rhysand groaned against your core, his words vibrating through you. He lapped at your clit with long, slow strokes, occasionally dipping lower to thrust his tongue deep inside you.

Feyre rode your face with increasing fervor, her juices coating your chin and cheeks. "Yes! Oh fuck yes!" She cried out, her fingers tangling in your hair as she ground herself against your eager mouth.

The room filled with the lewd sounds of wet flesh slapping together and muffled moans. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, an intoxicating perfume that only spurred you on further.

"Ohh fuck yes, just like that!" Feyre cried out, her thighs trembling around your head as you worked her over with your skilled tongue. Her juices flowed freely now, coating your chin and dripping down onto the sheets below.

Rhysand continued his relentless assault on your dripping cunt, his fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as he feasted on you like a starving man. The obscene slurping noises he made only added to the erotic symphony filling the room.

"Gods, you're both so fucking sexy," he growled appreciatively, his eyes locked on the debauched sight before him - you buried face-deep in Feyre's glistening cunt while he ate you out with wild abandon. "I could watch this all day…"

You whimpered under them, voice muffled but pleasure-filled "Mmmph… Fuck…" You managed to gasp out between licks, your voice muffled by Feyre's soaked folds. The pressure building inside you was reaching a fever pitch, your hips bucking uncontrollably against Rhysand's talented mouth.

"Ah ah ah!" Feyre threw her head back in ecstasy, her walls clamping down around your probing tongue as she came undone. Her release gushed out, flooding your mouth and drenching your chin. The taste of her essence was divine, sweet and musky all at once.

Feeling Feyre's orgasm triggered something primal in you. With a keening cry, you shattered apart, your climax crashing over you in intense waves. Your cunt spasmed wildly around Rhysand's invading tongue

"Mmmm… That's it baby, cum for us," Rhysand crooned, his voice low and rough with lust. He lapped greedily at your flowing nectar, prolonging your orgasm until you were nothing more than a boneless heap beneath him.

As the last tremors subsided, he placed a tender kiss on your sensitive clit before crawling up your body to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he tasted his mate on yours, a heady mix of sweetness and musk that made your spent body shudder anew.

Breaking away with a gasp, Rhysand grinned down at you, his eyes gleaming with wicked promise. "Ready for round two, darling y/n?"

Feyre giggled breathlessly beside you as you nodded along, face covered in her release, her fingers tracing idle patterns along your sweat-slicked skin. "Mmm, look at you, absolutely wrecked already," Feyre purred, her voice husky with satisfaction. She leaned in to capture your lips in a languid kiss, tasting herself on your tongue. "And yet still so eager for more…"

Rhysand hummed in agreement, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. His hands roamed your curves possessively, mapping out every dip and swell. "We've barely even started, love. The day is just started and full of endless possibilities…"

He punctuated his words with a sharp nip to your earlobe, making you gasp. Feyre took advantage of your parted lips, slipping her tongue inside to dance with yours. Their combined touches ignited a fresh wave of desire within you, your body responding eagerly despite the thorough ravishing it had already endured.

"Well then," Feyre murmured sultrily, her eyes darkening with renewed hunger as she gazed down at your thoroughly debauched form. "What shall we do with our insatiable little birthday girl next?"

Rhysand smirked, his hand drifting lower to tease along the slick seam of your folds. "Hmmm, so many options…" He slid one thick finger inside you, groaning at the tight heat that engulfed him. "This greedy cunt could use another good fucking. Or maybe…" Another digit joined the first, pumping steadily as he spoke. "We could edge you for hours, keep you right on the brink until you're sobbing for release."

His thumb found your swollen clit, rubbing firm circles that made you jolt and keen. "Or perhaps something a bit more… adventurous?"

You pouted, eyes crossed in the pleasure of his fingers, "Don't torture me... It's my birthday..."

"Aww, don't worry baby," Rhysand cooed, continuing his relentless finger-fucking. "We would never deny our precious birthday girl anything she desires." He added a third digit, stretching you deliciously as he curled them to hit that special spot deep inside.

Feyre hummed thoughtfully, watching your reactions with rapt attention. "I think our lovely y/n deserves the ultimate pleasure today," she purred, her clever fingers finding your aching nipples and pinching lightly. "How about a nice hard cock splitting you open? I bet you'd love to feel Rhys pounding into your sweet cunt…"

Her filthy words sent a bolt of pure lust straight to your core. Moaning wantonly, you arched into their touches, desperate for more stimulation.

"Ooh, I like the way you think," Rhysand purred, slowly withdrawing his fingers from your dripping cunt with a wet squelch. He brought them to his lips, sucking your essence off with relish. "Nothing quite like the taste of our princess on my tongue."

Feyre licked her lips hungrily as she watched him, desire smoldering in her gaze. "Let's give her exactly what she wants, shall we?"

Rhysand smirked, shifting his position between your splayed thighs. He notched the broad head of his impressive cock against your entrance, teasing you with shallow thrusts that made you whimper and clench needily around nothing.

"That's it, baby," He growled approvingly. "Gonna fill this greedy thing up real good."

"Please please please…" You begged, writhing beneath him, desperate to be filled.

With a wicked grin, Rhysand finally obliged, sinking into your welcoming heat with one powerful thrust. A guttural moan tore from his throat as your velvety walls clenched around him like a vice. "Fuuuuck," he groaned, savoring the exquisite sensation of being enveloped by your slick heat. "Always so goddamn tight for me."

Feyre watched avidly as he began to move, setting a deep, driving rhythm that quickly had you panting and clawing at his back. Each stroke stretched you deliciously, hitting all the right spots inside until stars burst behind your eyelids.

"Yes, just like that," She urged breathlessly, her own arousal mounting as she witnessed your pleasure.

"That's it, baby, take it all," Rhysand groaned, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency. The obscene slap of flesh echoed through the room, mingling with your wanton moans and the creaking of the bed frame.

Feyre's eyes were riveted to where you were joined, transfixed by the sight of his thick cock disappearing into your cunt again and again. "Look at you, taking him so well," She praised huskily, reaching down to circle your throbbing clit with her fingertips. "Such a perfect little cock sleeve for your High Lord."

"Mmmm, you're right," Rhysand panted, his thrusts growing harder and faster as he chased his impending peak. "Our pretty little girl loves getting stuffed full of cock, doesn't she?"

He punctuated his words with a particularly forceful snap of his hips, burying himself to the hilt inside your quivering body. Your answering wail was music to his ears, spurring him on as he rode you with wild abandon.

Feyre continued to work your sensitive bud, alternating between firm presses and maddeningly light caresses. Combined with Rhysand's relentless pounding, it wasn't long before you were teetering on the very precipice of ecstasy.

"Rhys!" You cried, eyes rolling back as the coil of tension in your core wound tighter and tighter. Your inner muscles fluttered wildly around his pistoning shaft, trying desperately to draw him deeper. You reached out to grip Feyre's arm, making her finger press harder on your clit.

"Cum for us, baby," Rhysand commanded, his voice a dark rumble that vibrated through you. "Let go and surrender to the pleasure." With a few more powerful thrusts, he buried himself fully inside you and stilled, grinding against your cervix as his hot seed erupted in thick spurts.

The feeling of his pulsing cock flooding your womb pushed you over the edge into blissful oblivion. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, stealing your breath and turning your vision white, making your ears ring.

As the last tremors of your climax subsided, Rhysand carefully withdrew from your oversensitive flesh, leaving you feeling empty and bereft. A trickle of his cum seeped out of your abused hole, painting your thighs with pearlescent streaks.

"Mmm, such a pretty mess," Feyre purred appreciatively, swiping a finger through the sticky fluid and bringing it to her mouth for a taste. Her pink tongue darted out to lap at the digits, savoring the musky flavor with a low moan.

Rhysand chuckled at her enthusiasm, pressing a tender kiss to your sweat-dampened brow. "Rest now, love," he murmured softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. "Regain your strength, we have so much more fun planned for you today."

You drifted off into a sated slumber, lulled by the steady thrum of your lovers' heartbeats and the gentle rise and fall of their chests as they cleaned you up. Time seemed to lose all meaning as you floated in that hazy space between dreams and reality, contentment suffusing every fibre of your being.

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[benevolentgodloki]

Loki let out an exasperated scoff. "Of course. I should only ever have expected this. The final lesson learned for untrustworthy Loki, never to be allowed in because the last joke is on him. I guess Sif was right and more fool me."

He wrenched his sling ring off his finger and threw it across the library. His emotion grew with every word he spat.

"Fuck your mystic arts! Fuck the Sanctum. Fuck Agamotto and all the Masters. And fuck you, Stephen!"

Furious tears blurring his vision, Loki turned on his heel. A pulse of magic escaped his clenched fists, spilling almost the entire room's books from their shelves, before he stalked in search of the stairs. With every breath he feared he might cough up his screaming heart.

Stephen wanted it to be true. He would have killed for it to be true, but he knew it was not. Two other truths eclipsed the one he craved, and they were as simple and plain as the fact that Stephen did not deserve love and that Loki was a being crafted in deceit and trickery.

He was also an Asgardian god. What could have ever lead him to love a human such as Stephen? Sure, he was Sorcerer Supreme and held far more power than most other humans, but that didn’t negate his mortality. Loki would outlive him a hundred times over.

With his heart beating wildly in his chest, Stephen steeled himself.

“Liar,” he said, accusation sitting heavily in his tone. “It’s like you’ve just said. Why, out of all creatures, would I believe you?”

[soliloquics]

@aguilareye ─── x.

a   glaive   was   geld   out   towards   boothill,   the   general's   expression   content,   if   holding   a   touch   of   mischief   in   the   way   his   eyes   curved   more   thoroughly   than   usual.   ❛   you   are   familiar   with   the   standard   weapon   issued   to   cloud   knights,   yes   ?   it   may   not   be   quite   as   swift   in   its   lethality   as   a   gun,   but   the   glaive   will   slay   your   enemy's   as   well   as   any   weapon.   give   it   a   try,   i   will   instruct   you.   ❜

[ducktoo]

Syncing Dream [Aespa x M!Reader]

Side 1. Goal to fame with Giselle

Note: ik the poll was Karina….but it’s Gigi’s birthday sooo she won today 👍

Anyway, Side stories begin!

Masterlist here

This took place after Chapter 36

It was one of those usual breaks. Y/n walking on Giselle's room to ask if she needed some snack. However, he was met with a gleam of mischief in her eyes.

“So,” she began, locking her gaze on him with a grin that could only mean trouble. “Today’s the day you finally embrace your inner Gen Z.”

He raised an eyebrow, glancing at the TikTok app she had open. “Is that supposed to mean anything specific, or…?”

“Obviously!” Giselle laughed, pulling him closer. “You’re officially getting a crash course in TikTok. I’ve been meaning to teach you anyway, and the fans are practically begging for more manager content since last time. Time to boost that ‘cool factor’ of yours.”

“My cool factor?” Y/n feigned offense, crossing his arms. “Ya, I’m already the coolest person since-”

“-elementary school? Got it,” Giselle said with a smirk. “But I’m here to make you even cooler. I mean, you’re already dating Minjeong. You have to live up to those expectations, right?”

“Oh, so you’re doing this for her sake?”

“Ehhhhh… also for my entertainment,” she shot back, tapping her phone to set up the camera. “Now, let’s start with the basics. We’re going to do some trending TikTok dances.”

“Great,” Y/n said, rolling his eyes but smiling. “An ex-trainee now being tutored to become a TikTok influencer.”

Giselle shot him a look. “Ya, Y/n, we all have seen you dance, and, well… you’ve got potential. Let’s just say that.”

“Gee, thanks.”

With the camera positioned and recording, Giselle began demonstrating the dance. She moved fluidly, breaking down each step as she went. “Okay, so you just hit this beat, and then you pop your shoulders like this. After that, we do a little wave… Now, let’s try it together!”

Y/n did his best to follow along, but his timing was off, his arms flailed awkwardly, and his attempt at the wave looked more like a mime act gone wrong. He glanced over at Giselle, who was valiantly trying to keep a straight face.

“Y/n, you look like you’re doing the robot at a disco. Loosen up a bit!”

“I’m trying!” he protested, laughing despite himself. “I'm not used to this!”

Giselle burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. “Alright, alright, let’s move on to something simpler. Here, let’s do a lip-sync. All you have to do is mouth the words on time. Easy enough?”

She queued up a short clip of a popular song and handed him her phone, nodding encouragingly. Y/n took a deep breath, squinting at the words as the track played.

“What’s the song supposed to be?” he asked, his expression a mix of concentration and confusion.

“It’s a classic,” Giselle grinned. “Now, go for it!”

Y/n attempted to lip-sync, mumbling words here and there, his expressions overly dramatic. He missed the timing completely, but he nailed a ridiculous eyebrow raise that made Giselle double over in laughter. She was practically on the floor, clutching her sides.

“Oh my gosh, that was so bad,” she gasped, wiping tears from her eyes. “But in a good way!”

“Bad in a good way?” he repeated, grinning sheepishly. “That sounds in brand for me.”

“Definitely.”

Giselle set the phone down and shook her head. “Alright, I’m going to teach you how to do the full ‘Supernova’ dance. You know, the one that made you famous?”

“Yeah, because that’s not a lot of pressure,” he replied sarcastically, remembering how he had accidentally gone viral for the dance cover. “What if I mess it up again?”

Giselle waved her hand dismissively. “You won’t. Just follow my lead, and this time, add a little charm. Think of Minjeong cheering you on.”

One certainly couldn't refuse when your girlfriend was on the line.

“Okay, okay,” he relented, trying to channel all the confidence he had when performing with Aespa. As Giselle demonstrated the moves, he mirrored her, his movements a little less stiff this time.

“See? You’re getting the hang of it,” she said, nodding in approval.

“Yeah, but you have to admit, it’s easier to look cool when you’re not the one leading,” Y/n replied, sweat beginning to form as he concentrated on the routine.

“True, but we all know you’ve got the moves,” Giselle said with a wink. “Let’s do it again, but this time, you need to add a little something to your performance.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Like what? Should I throw in a wink or something?”

“Exactly! You need to give the people what they want. Think: you’re the main character!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “Ready? One more time!”

After several rounds of practice, Y/n finally started to feel like he was getting it. The energy between them was electric, and he couldn’t help but enjoy the fun of it all.

-

As they took a break, Giselle leaned against the couch, catching her breath. “Okay, next lesson. I need you to learn some Gen Z slang before we record the next TikTok. First up, ‘slay.’”

“Slay?” He thought for a moment, then answered confidently, “Like… when you kill it at something. Like you did an amazing job.”

“Not bad, not bad,” she said, nodding approvingly. “Alright, next one: ‘no cap.’”

Y/n scratched his head, looking puzzled. “Uh… does it have to do with hats?”

Giselle burst out laughing again. “No, no! It means ‘no lie’ or ‘I’m being serious.’ Like, ‘That dance you did was terrible, no cap.’”

“Oh,” he said, pretending to be offended. “Thanks for the honesty, Giselle. Real supportive of you right there.”

“Hey, that’s what friends are for,” she teased. “Alright, last one. If I say something is ‘low-key,’ what does that mean?”

“Uh…” He squinted, trying to decipher the term. “Like, low effort?”

Giselle clapped her hands, shaking her head. “Not quite! It means something you’re kind of downplaying. Like, ‘I’m low-key obsessed with that new show.’ You’re interested, but you’re not making a big deal out of it.”

He nodded slowly. “Wow, okay. You guys have a whole other language. How am I supposed to keep up with this?”

“Lucky for you, I’ll be your translator,” she teased, patting him on the back. “Now, let’s try one more TikTok. Maybe we can redeem that last performance.”

-

Giselle set up the camera for a final challenge, picking a funny, quick lip-sync that even Y/n couldn’t mess up. This time, they did it together, playing off each other’s expressions. Giselle’s energy was infectious, and Y/n finally loosened up, letting himself get swept into the silly moment. They played up the scene, trading exaggerated glances and goofy expressions. By the time they finished, both of them were laughing uncontrollably.

“Okay, I’ll post that one,” Giselle said, her thumbs tapping rapidly as she uploaded it. “Trust me; it’s gold.”

They didn’t think much of it—until a few hours later when Giselle’s phone blew up with notifications. She stared at the screen, eyes wide.

“Uh… Y/n?”

“Yeah?” he replied, glancing up from his laptop.

“You went viral. Again.” She showed him the video, which had already racked up thousands of likes and comments.

"Again?" He blinked, stunned. “Wait, seriously? Why? We didn’t even do anything special.”

“That’s the beauty of TikTok!” Giselle laughed, scrolling through the comments. “‘Manager Oppa is iconic,’” she read aloud, snickering. “‘Y/n just gives off that energy.’ Oh, and look—‘Is he single?’”

Y/n’s face flushed. “Alright, alright, maybe this TikTok thing isn’t so bad.”

“Wait, I have an idea!” Giselle exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “What if I try to seduce you on camera? You know, as a funny prank?”

He chuckled nervously. “Uh, Aeri, I don’t think that’s a good idea…”

“Relax! It’ll be hilarious!” she insisted, already turning on the camera. “Just play along.”

“Okay, but if I get embarrassed, it’s on you,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Just trust me!” She approached him, leaning in closer with an exaggerated pout. “Hey there, Y/n,” she began, her voice dripping with faux seduction. “What’s a manager like you doing in a room like this? Shouldn’t you be busy managing Aespa’s hearts?”

Y/n tried to stifle his laughter, but it came out as a snort. “Seriously? And you tell me I'm bad at pick up lines?”

“Just go with it!” she laughed, pushing on. “You know, I’ve been watching you dance, and I have to say, you’re the best dancer I know. How about you take me out sometime? Just the two of us?”

Giselle swirling her hair with her hand certainly didn't help with Y/n's composure.

“Wow, Aeri, I—”

“Don’t get me wrong,” she interrupted, feigning a dramatic gasp. “I’m totally not trying to steal you from Minjeong, but, like, can we just appreciate how good you look while dancing?”

Y/n burst into laughter, waving his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay! I get it, you win! But please don’t tell her I said any of this!”

Just as Y/n thought the prank was over, Giselle's mischievous grin told him otherwise. “Wait, maybe I should!” she declared, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“….oh no” he groaned, his stomach sinking slightly.

“Let’s record a mini-TikTok right here in front of the other girls! Just imagine the chaos!”

“Aeri, no-"

“Too late!” she interrupted, already dragging him toward the living room where the other members were lounging. Karina was scrolling through her phone, Winter was snuggled up with a blanket, and Ningning was playing a game on her tablet.

“Hey, everyone!” Giselle called out, her voice bright and bubbly. “We’re doing a little TikTok challenge! I need you all to witness this moment of pure seduction.”

“Uh-oh, what are you planning now?” Karina asked, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.

“Just sit back and enjoy the show!” Giselle said, positioning Y/n in front of the camera with an exaggerated flourish. “Ready, Y/n? Time to seduce me!”

"…like that Kabedon incident?" Y/n glanced at the others, his cheeks flushed. “This isn’t going to end well…”

“Don’t worry! I’ve got your back!” Giselle said, leaning in closer to him, lowering her voice to a sultry tone. “Y/n, you know I’ve always had a thing for managers like you…”

“Oh boy,” Winter muttered, trying to suppress a giggle. "In front of my salad?"

Karina pulled out her phone, already recording. “This is going to be gold! Keep going, you two!”

Giselle winked at the camera, flicking her hair back dramatically. “So, Y/n, do you want to take me out on a date? I know all the best places!”

“Uhh…” Y/n fumbled for words, glancing helplessly at Winter, who looked amused and slightly exasperated.

“Do you even know how to flirt?” Giselle teased, leaning even closer, pretending to bat her eyelashes. “Come on, show me what you’ve got!”

Ningning, now paying attention, burst out laughing. “Why does oppa even got more flustered now?!”

“Right?” Karina chimed in, pointing her phone at Y/n. “C’mon, give us your best pickup line!”

Y/n cleared his throat, desperate to salvage his dignity. “Um, how about… ‘Are you a magician? Because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears?’”

Winter laughed, but Giselle immediately replied with an over-the-top, “Wow, so smooth!” She placed a hand on her heart as if she were swooning. “Is it hot in here, or is it just Y/n’s incredible charm? Maybe is that bod of yours?”

“Okay, okay, that’s enough!” he laughed, trying to step back, but Giselle grabbed his arm to pull him back in.

“Don’t run away! We’re just getting started!” Giselle grinned, her playful demeanour infectious. “Alright, let’s switch it up. I’ll pretend to be shy and you can be the confident one.”

She turned away, pretending to shyly brush her hair behind her ear. “Oh, hey, Y/n. I didn’t see you there… You look really good today…”

“Uh, thanks?” Y/n stammered, glancing nervously at Winter, who was watching the scene unfold with an amused smile.

“Oh, come on, Y/n! You’ve got to act like you’re actually into it!” Karina chimed in, trying to keep a straight face.

“Yeah, show us that ‘confident manager’ side!” Winter added, smirking. "You did that to me!"

"Ya, Jeong, that's because it was you-"

"Whatever, this is fun!" Winter chanted. "Action!"

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to channel whatever charisma he had left. “Well, Aeri, you know I’ve always had a thing for strong women like you. How about we grab dinner together?”

Giselle spun around, pretending to fan herself. “Dinner? With me? Oh my gosh, this is so exciting!”

“You’re really getting into character,” Y/n said, shaking his head with a chuckle.

“Why wouldn’t I?” she replied with a playful grin. “But wait—what if I get butterflies when I see you, huh?”

“Then I guess I’ll have to be your calming presence,” he shot back, laughing.

“Y/n, you’re killing it!” Karina cheered, already thinking about the TikTok edits in her head. “This is going to be the best video yet!”

Giselle leaned in closer again, her voice a mock whisper. “I hope you can handle all this charm, because I’m not just a pretty face, you know.”

The other members burst into laughter, and even Y/n couldn’t help but join in, shaking his head. “Okay, I’m officially mortified.”

“Mortified, but slightly enjoying this?” Giselle smirked, giving him a playful nudge. “This is character development!”

“Character development? More like a character assassination!” he replied, playfully rolling his eyes.

"Speaking of character development." Karina turned her head towards Winter. "Our Mindoogie here looks fine over here."

"Hm?" Winter swallowed her food, still having that innocence on her. "Ahhh…nah, I'm ok with that."

"Huh?" Ningning gasped. "Unnie? You're fine?"

"Of course!" She leaned forward casually, looking at Giselle and the others with an innocent smile. “But you know, Aeri-unnie, you might want to tone it down a little. Y/n’s already got a pretty serious relationship, and besides… we’ve already, uh, done the deed.”

For a moment, there was absolute silence.

And then—absolute chaos.

“WHAT?!” Ningning practically screamed, her hands flying to her mouth in shock. Karina dropped her phone, her jaw on the floor, while Giselle’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“KIM MINJEONG!” Y/n spluttered, his face turning an impressive shade of red as he looked around at the girls, who were either screaming, laughing, or staring at him in horror.

“No way!” Karina shrieked, leaning forward, eyes wide. “You and Y/n—seriously?!”

“Don’t tell me it’s true!” Giselle gasped, covering her mouth but looking gleeful as she stared at Y/n, whose face was buried in his hands.

Winter shrugged with a mischievous smile, giving Y/n a sidelong glance. “What? You guys were teasing him enough, so I thought I’d, you know, raise the stakes.”

“Oh, stakes raised, alright,” Ningning said, shaking her head with a laugh. “Y/n-oppa, you’ve been holding out on us! This is, like, prime tea!”

“Alright, alright!” Y/n finally exclaimed, trying to regain some sense of composure. “It’s not—”

He glanced at Winter, who was still grinning. “Okay, yes, we’re together, but that part is just… Jeong's idea of a joke, right?”

Winter winked at him, laughing as she leaned back. “Guess we’ll leave that up to the imagination.”

The girls burst out laughing again, unable to let go of the idea, each one tossing in comments and making poor Y/n turn even redder.

“Y/n, you’re never going to live this down,” Karina said, wiping away a tear from laughing so hard.

“Guess that won't be on TikTok then” Giselle added, smirking.

Winter leaned in close, her voice a whisper only he could hear, “Don’t worry. I’d never actually spill everything about us—just enough to keep them on their toes.”

He shot her a glare, though he couldn’t hold back a smile. “Thanks for almost ruining my life.”

She just shrugged, chuckling. “What are girlfriends for?”

“Well….,” Giselle cleared her throat, glancing back at her. “Since you’re the official girlfriend and all, would you be open to, you know… loaning Y/n out every once in a while?” She winked dramatically at Y/n, who looked like he might just disappear into the floor.

Winter crossed her arms, tilting her head with mock consideration. “Hmm… I don’t know. Y/n’s a pretty hot commodity these days. What exactly do you need him for?”

“Oh, you know, moral support, lifting heavy things, taking gorgeous TikToks,” Giselle replied, grinning. “And maybe the occasional pretend-boyfriend duties?”

“Pretend-boyfriend duties?” Y/n exclaimed, shaking his head with a laugh. “I think that’s asking a lot.”

“Well, you’ve already gone viral twice with your dancing, and you’re super supportive of us all. So basically, we’re just sharing the Y/n experience.” Giselle batted her eyelashes dramatically. “Don’t worry, I promise I’ll have him back by 10 p.m.”

Winter chuckled, giving Y/n a playful nudge. “It’s a tempting offer, hon. She might even pay you in dance moves and insider Gen Z knowledge.”

Y/n put his hands up, laughing. “Alright, alright. I’m already Winter’s dance practice buddy, TikTok lab rat, and apparently, life advice hotline. How many jobs can one person have?”

“Oh, but think about it!” Giselle laughed. “The real prize is in the title: Borrowed Boyfriend Y/n. Imagine the potential!”

The group erupted into laughter again, with Y/n just shaking his head, his face a mix of exasperation and amusement.

Winter shot him a cheeky grin. “Guess you’re in high demand, huh?”

Y/n sighed, smiling at all of them. “You all make my life feel like the ultimate side quest at this point."

"Thanks, Y/n!" Giselle cheered.

[sillysturns]

White Christmas

warnings: slight smut (fingering and idk what else im sorry), this is horrible so yeah

authors note: this is HORRIBLE but i have writers block or some shit so idk what to do GIVE ME SUGGESTIONS PLEASE also this is NAWT proofread so excuse all my mistakes

dividers: the amazing sturnblr queen @bernardsbendystraws

"You've got to be kidding me," I exclaimed, peering through the windshield as the first flakes of snow began to fall. "We're seriously going to look at Christmas lights in this?"

"It's a tradition," Chris said, his eyes twinkling with excitement. He shot a look at his brothers, Matt and Nick, who both grinned in the front seats. "It's the best time of the year. Plus, it'll be an adventure."

Matt turned the car's heater up a notch, and the warm air began to circulate, chasing away the chill from the outside. "Besides," he added, "It's not every day you get to see the whole neighborhood lit up like Times Square."

Nick, the designated DJ, queued up a playlist of holiday classics, and soon the car was filled with the comforting sound of Bing Crosby crooning "White Christmas." As we drove, the snowfall grew heavier, and the streets grew quieter, muffled by the fresh white blanket of snow that was slowly enveloping everything. The world outside was transforming into a silent, shimmering wonderland.

Chris reached for my hand, and his thumb began to trace gentle circles on the back of it. I leaned into him, my body responding to his touch despite the frigid air outside. Our eyes met in the rearview mirror, and I knew what he was thinking. This was going to be a night to remember.

As the car glided through the snow-covered streets, Chris's hand slowly made its way from my hand to my thigh. His touch grew bolder, his fingers inching closer and closer to the heat between my legs. The anticipation was agonizing, and I could feel my heart racing.

With a quick glance to the front, ensuring the guys weren't watching, he slipped his hand beneath the hem of my skirt. The fabric was soft and warm, a stark contrast to the cold outside. His fingers danced over the smooth skin of my inner thigh before finally finding their way to the damp fabric of my panties. I bit my bottom lip, trying to contain the moan that threatened to escape as his touch grew more insistent.

His middle finger slid under the elastic band and found my clit, gently stroking it in time with the rhythm of the car. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure shooting through my body.

The world outside faded away as he expertly stroked my clit, the only sounds the soft purr of the engine and the muffled carols from the speakers. I clutched the seat, my knuckles turning white as the intensity grew. The car's gentle swaying seemed to match the rhythm of Chris's hand as it worked its magic.

As the first orgasm crashed over me, my body tensed and my eyes squeezed shut. The sensation washed over me like a warm wave, leaving me trembling in its wake. The lights from the houses we passed played across my closed lids, painting a kaleidoscope of colors against the darkness.

Chris leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "Ready for round two?" he whispered, his voice low and filled with mischief. My heart pounding, I nodded, unable to form words. This was definitely not the Christmas lights tour I'd expected, but it was quickly becoming one of the best nights of my life.

The car slowed as we approached a particularly extravagant display, and I felt Chris's hand slip away. He turned to face me, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Let's get closer," he suggested, and before I could object, we were out of the car, the cold air a sharp contrast to the warmth we'd shared in the back seat.

The snow crunched under our feet as we walked along the sidewalk, the lights reflecting off the fresh powder. The cold air was invigorating, sending shivers down my spine that only served to heighten the lingering pleasure from our backseat rendezvous.

As we strolled, hand in hand, I couldn't help but feel a sense of giddy excitement. The night had taken an unexpected turn, and I was eager to see where it led. The twinkling lights above us seemed to wink in approval as we passed by, setting the stage for what was to come.

We stopped in front of a house with an impressive scene, the figures outlined in glowing white lights. "You know, I always liked this one," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Chris looked at me, his eyes dark and intense. "There's something else I'd like to do under the mistletoe," he murmured, pulling me closer. And just like that, the world outside disappeared again, and all that mattered was the warmth of his body against mine, and the promise of more passionate moments to come.

love ya, from maya [bored]

ALSO HOW TF DO I MAKE THE PICTURE SMALLER

[ellenhghg]

It's a rainy day, and Zack is stuck home with his S/O.

The original plan was to have taken a picnic on this day, a hike and a river swim. UNFORTUNATELY, rain came with thunder and lighting.

Zack is clearly is disappointed none of his plans came to fruition...does the fun get spoiled since he's stuck at home with S/O?

P.s. there's LOTS of hot chocolate at home!!

Thank you for another request!! ♥ ♥ I hope you like it, poor guy needs all the cuddles. Feel free to request more ♥

Zack pouts as he stares out the rain-streaked window, watching lightning fork across the steel-grey sky. Of all the days for a storm to hit… He had such awesome plans for today!

"Man, this totally blows," he grumbles, flopping down on the couch with a huff. "No picnic, no hike, no swimming… Stupid rain, ruining all my hard work!"

He kicks his feet up on the coffee table, ignoring the disapproving look you shoot him from your cozy armchair. Normally he'd be all about snuggling up with you on a day like this, but right now? He's too busy wallowing in disappointment to appreciate the silver lining.

"I mean, I had it all mapped out, babe!" Zack throws his hands up, gesturing expansively. "The perfect spot by the river, a totally drool-worthy menu, even a little surprise for when we got to the top of the trail… Ugh, why'd the weather have to pick TODAY to throw a tantrum?"

He slumps further into the cushions, lower lip jutting out in an exaggerated pout. You have to bite back a smile at the picture he makes - your big, badass SOLDIER, sulking like a kid whose birthday party got rained out.

"Aw, c'mon honey," you soothe, setting aside your book and moving to join him on the couch. "I know you had your heart set on today, but it's not the end of the world. We can always reschedule for next weekend, right?"

Zack just grumbles, stubbornly avoiding your gaze. You sigh, reaching out to card your fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp the way you know he loves.

"Tell you what," you murmur, leaning in close. "How about we make the most of being stuck inside, hm? We've got plenty of hot chocolate, a whole queue of movies to watch… and maybe a bit of 'indoor recreation' to keep us occupied, if you catch my drift…"

You punctuate the last bit with a playful eyebrow waggle, gratified to see Zack's pout twitch into a reluctant grin. He finally turns to face you, mako-bright eyes sparkling with renewed mischief.

"Indoor recreation, huh?" He loops an arm around your waist, tugging you into his lap with a cheeky grin. "I like the sound of that… Gotta say, babe, you sure know how to cheer a guy up!"

You laugh, booping him on the nose. "Well, I DO have a vested interest in keeping my favorite SOLDIER happy… even if he DOES act like a big baby sometimes."

"Hey!" Zack yelps, looking affronted. "I am NOT a baby! I'm a very manly man, I'll have you know! Practically oozing testosterone over here!"

He flexes exaggeratedly, waggling his eyebrows at you. You just roll your eyes, shoving playfully at his chest.

"Uh huh, sure thing, stud. A very manly man who pouts when his plans get rained out…"

"Alright, alright, I get it!" Zack throws up his hands in mock surrender, a rueful grin tugging at his lips. "No more sulking, I promise. From now on, it's nothin' but good vibes and cozy times!"

To prove his point, he reaches out and snags the fluffy throw blanket from the back of the couch, draping it over both of your laps with a flourish.

"There, see? Instant snuggle heaven! All we need now is some of that hot chocolate and we're set!"

You laugh, shaking your head at his antics. "Alright, my very manly man. You get the movie queued up, I'll go fix us some cocoa. Deal?"

"Deal!" Zack grins, stealing a quick kiss before releasing you from his lap. "Make mine extra marshmallow-y, yeah? Gotta get my sugar fix somewhere, since SOMEONE vetoed my 'all junk food' picnic menu…"

You just snort, flicking him lightly on the forehead as you stand. "Yeah, because 'all junk food all the time' is totally conducive to staying in fighting shape, right? Gotta protect this SOLDIER bod!"

You give his abs a playful poke, delighting in the way he squirms away with a yelp. Zack's always been ticklish, much to your endless amusement.

"Alright, alright, I give!" he laughs, batting your hand away. "No more junk food slander, I get it! Now go on, woman, fetch me my cocoa! Your very manly man demands sustenance!"

You flip him off with a grin, sashaying towards the kitchen with an exaggerated sway of your hips. "Sir, yes sir! Anything for my big, strong, SOLDIER boy~"

Zack's laughter follows you out of the room, warm and bright. As you bustle around the kitchen, fixing up two mugs of cocoa (extra marshmallows for Zack, just a sprinkle of cinnamon for you), you can't help but smile to yourself.

Mugs in hand, you make your way back to the living room, ready to snuggle up with your favorite goofball and while away a cozy, rainy day.

Zack looks up as you enter, a wide grin splitting his face. He's got the blanket arranged just so, the TV already queued up to your favorite feel-good flick. The sight makes your heart melt, a surge of affection rushing through you.

"One extra marshmallow-y cocoa for my very manly man," you announce, handing him his mug with a flourish. "And one cinnamon-spiced for me, because I'm a classy broad like that."

Zack snorts, taking a big slurp of his cocoa. He comes away with a marshmallow mustache, grinning unrepentantly. "Mm, you sure do know how to spoil a guy, babe! C'mere, I need my cuddle partner!"

He sets his mug aside and opens his arms invitingly, waggling his eyebrows. You laugh, settling yourself against his broad chest and pulling the blanket up to your chin.

"Mm, this is more like it," Zack murmurs, nuzzling into your hair. "Who needs a picnic when we've got a perfect setup right here? Snuggles, hot chocolate, cheesy movies… I'm in heaven!"

You hum in agreement, lacing your fingers with his. "See? Rainy days aren't so bad after all. Especially when you've got the right company…"

Zack chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. "You got that right, babe. There's nobody I'd rather be stuck inside with than you. Even if you DO veto my junk food binges and make fun of my very manly sulking…"

You elbow him lightly, grinning. "Hush, you. Less sassing, more snuggling. I'm trying to watch the movie!"

Zack just laughs, pulling you closer. "Sir, yes sir! Operation Snuggle is a go!"

And with that, he settles in to enjoy a cozy, love-filled day at home with his favorite person. Rain or shine, every day is perfect as long as he's got you by his side.

[veilxstars]

Location: Local Cardinal Hill Fire Station For: Anyone | cap of 5 - one muse per writer. | @cardinalstart (FOUR OPEN) Time: Weekend after Halloween Character: Bishop

The weekend after Halloween brought a crispness to the air, signaling the approach of the holiday season. Bishop stood outside the Cardinal Hill fire station, where the banner announcing the "Home Safety During the Holidays" event fluttered in the gentle breeze. The firehouse had transformed into a warm beacon in the chilly afternoon. Inside, the cheerful sounds of laughter and conversation spilled out. There was fire alarm safety awareness, demos on how to use fire extinguishers, basic life support, a smoke room to teach people how to handle being in a smoky room...

He and his fellow Lieutenant and worked together to budget, plan and advertise this.

Bishop stepped inside. The fire station was decked out in a mix of autumn leaves and twinkling lights. Families milled about, some stopping at tables laden with safety pamphlets, others queuing for their free frozen turkeys, an initiative to ensure everyone had a good meal for the upcoming holiday.

As he wandered through the bustling crowd, Bishop felt a sense of belonging... and also sadness. This was his place now. Yet, he still missed the military. He distracted himself by thinking of his family l- he thought of Bunny, imagining her excitement as they navigated their first holiday season together in over a decade. Bishop paused at a table where a group of children were coloring fire safety posters, their laughter infectious. With a mistake, he spotted a moment of mischief and seized it. He approached a random stranger nearby, a person deep in conversation with a friend, and swiftly set his firefighter helmet atop the man's head, tipping it at a jaunty angle. The startled look on the stranger's face drew laughter from those around them, especially the children, who erupted in giggles at the unexpected sight. “Perfect fit!”

[benevolentgodloki]

Rolling his eyes, Loki steals through the opened gates and lets himself inside. He wears a set of casual Asgardian robes he's had on custom request from New Asgard, in his typical colours, a little change from the Sanctum ones he has been enjoying.

He presents Tony with a grin as he moves toward him to accept the glass of wine. "I'd like to say I'm concerned about where you're getting your advice on courier treatment," he teases. "I'm afraid I did not, in fact, bring pizza, but you may feast your eyes on me if your movie choice proves dull."

In a fluid motion, he seats himself sideways upon the sofa beside Tony.

"Oh yeah?" Tony speaks through the intercom. "I hear they say to give the delivery boy just the tip. Why don't you come on in and tell me your thoughts on that?"

The gate opens up, and the front door is unlocked for Loki to welcome himself in, where he'll find Tony in the living area and ready to offer a glass of red wine for his guest for the evening.

[cantstoptheimagines]

Being Friends With Them Would Include… 

Summary — Headcanons for Daddario!Annabeth Chase, Jackson!Grover Underwood, and Lerman!Percy Jackson from Percy Jackson and the Olympians! 

Requested by @tokufan400 — Headcannon: Any Percy Jackson characters of your choosing being friends with a child of Ares who likes to fight, but hates the idea of killing for no reason.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Fluff; platonic friendship; Reader is related to Ares.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 188. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them). ➳ This was written and queued before the release of 2023 series.

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since you're related to ares, it took a while for percy, annabeth, and grover to fully trust you

clarisse being your half-sister didn't exactly help, considering how poorly she often treated them

but after getting to know each of them during games like capture the flag, weapons training, or campfire nights, they came to accept you as a trustworthy friend

annabeth likes you in particular since she finally has someone who takes training and battles seriously

sure, training with percy can be fun for her sometimes, but he has a tendency to goof off after a certain amount of time

speaking of percy, he's the one you can go to for advice

(even though it's mostly him repeating things his mom tells him)

grover took the longest for you to become friends with, simply because you made him nervous

once he gets used to you being around though, you're quickly known around camp as best friends

he's the one you can cause a bit of mischief with

all in all, these three make a pretty good group of friends

and you're lucky to have them in your life!