#I got caught up in some sudden business but im back now!

[screemu-ribbons]

hi i hope this ask finds you well! i would rlly love it if you could draw shrubb, its my favorite monster :-) thank you!!!!!

Here you are!

[rafeandonlyrafe]

safe

words: 1.1k

warnings: home break in (not really described though), drug dealer!rafe and reader, pregnant!reader, husband!rafe

“r-rafe.” your voice is timid and shaky, so unlike what rafe is normally used to hearing. he instantly knows something is off, wrong.

“baby, what is it?” rafe asks into the phone, wishing he could see your face right now, could read the emotion in your expression.

“something uh-something happened. the police are here.”

“shit, are you alright?” rafe is suddenly moving away from the party, needing the noise of music from the live band and people talking and laughing to stop drowning out your words. “is the baby alright? did barry get caught?”

“yeah, we are both fine.” you press your hand against your stomach, the spot your baby always kicks, glad when you feel her stomp against your skin, reminding you she's okay, even if you don't currently feel like you are. “its not the business. there were some um… robbers.”

“what?” rafe shouts, knowing he probably just made you jump over the phone, but he can't help the loud reaction, needing more information, and needing it now.

“yeah they came into the house. i hid in the closet, but they found me. they didn't do anything, just shoved me a bit. they did take a lot of the jewelry you got me, i don't know what else, you'll have to talk to the police and give them a full invento-”

“shit, y/n!” rafe interrupts you. “i don't care about our stuff! i only care about you and the baby. im coming home right now.”

“okay.” you whisper over the phone. “im sitting on the front porch.”

“and police are watching you?” rafe asks, hurrying to his car, not bothering to explain to anyone his sudden leaving as he tears out of the parking lot.

“yeah, they're here. don't worry, im safe. i don't think they even had weapons, at least none that i saw.” rafe can hear you take a shuddering breath, his heart breaking that he wasn't there with you, foot pressing down even harder on the pedal to get him there faster. “the police think they broke in and expected no one to be home because of midsummers.”

you look down, rubbing your hand over your belly. “guess they didn't expect me to be home because none of my heels fit anymore and even the maternity dresses make me look like a whale.” you mean it as a joke, but it has tears flowing down your eyes, wishing you would have just sucked up your insecurities and gone with rafe. you still would have got robbed, but without the trauma of being there during the break in.

“im two minutes, baby. two minutes and you'll be safe in my arms.” rafe tries to keep his voice calm for you, but it's a struggle.

“i… i just wanna be safe.” you mutter the last words of the call, voice breaking as you begin to sob. rafe hears an officer try to calm you, but he knows it won't work, knows the only thing you need is him.

he parks haphazardly behind the police cars, fully blocking the street without a care in the world, not even taking the car keys out as he runs across the yard, sprinting until he reaches you.

“im here.” his arms are finally around your shoulders. “im here.”

you continue to sob, only lessened by pressing your face into rafes chest as he cradles you, even managing to pull you onto his lap despite your protruding baby bump.

“ive got you, princess.” rafe kisses the top of your head, continuing his reassuring words, the police officers giving you some space, but not retreating any farther than the steps leading onto the porch.

“oh my god, i was so scared.” you whine out, managing to blink back your tears enough to look at rafe.

“im so sorry baby.” rafe sighs. “i should have been here.”

“no.” you shake your head. “you had to go to midsummers. it's okay.”

“as soon as you said you weren't coming, i should have canceled it. should have never left my pregnant wife at home alone. im the worst fucking husband.” rafe knows his words aren't comforting, but he needs to make sure you know that he is the one to blame for what happened.

“what?” you press your fingers against rafes cheeks. “you couldn't have known, baby.”

“i still should have been here.” rafe leans in, taking your mouth in a strong kiss. “i love you, baby.”

“oh my god, you're not gonna leave my side for the next year, are you?” you let out a tiny laugh, the noise relieving rafe, loosening some of the tension in his chest.

“definitely not, my love.” rafe pulls you closer.

“thank you for coming so quickly.” you whisper, letting your head rest against rafes chest. “i really am okay. just freaked out.”

“don't worry, baby.” rafes voice suddenly changes tone. “the second they try to sell any of your jewelry, ill find them. they won't make it far at all. ill make sure they can never hurt you or anyone else ever again.”

you know you should tell rafe to let the police handle it, to not get personally involved in clearly dangerous men, but any man who lays their hands on a pregnant woman doesn't deserve to breathe, let alone only be punished to a few months in jail like what would no doubtabley happen if you went the legal way.

“im surprised you haven't called barry already.” you laugh softly, knowing he will be just as pissed as rafe. you came into their life and helped expand the business, turning them from lowly dealers to something bigger, better. still dealing, of course, but offering protection and other services as well.

“figure id let the police leave first.” rafe rubs your back, glad that you're slowly getting back to your jokey and sharp witted self. “before he insisted on being your personal armed guard until those guys are put in the ground.”

“yeah, once baby girl pops, im going to have to ask him to teach me to shoot. just in case anything like this happens again.” you feel bad that you relied so heavily on rafes protection, that you let yourself slack to the point where an emergency arose and you hid in the closet instead of grabbing a glock.

“hey, what about me?” rafe whines, knowing he'd never let another man teach you how to shoot, not even your joint business partner barry.

“fine.” you joke, sighing and sliding off rafes lap. “you better go talk to the police about what else might be missing. i wouldn't let them snoop around.”

you don't keep anything illicit in your house, but just in case you weren't about to give the law open access to your home.

“in a minute.” rafe keeps his arms around you, not willing to let you move too far from his hold. “need to just keep my wife in my arms for a few minutes longer.”

you look out onto the sky, the stars glimmering in the darkness of light, allowing yourself to take a full, deep breath, at peace held in your husband's arms.

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[hazybisou]

❛ WHAT ONCE WAS ❜

🍊💌 and we both wanna say i’m sorry

pairing ; fem!reader x quinn hughes

summary ; it’s been 1 year and a half since the breakup. of course they’ve both changed since that night. quinn just never expected to see her doing the one thing that reminded him of her.

authors note ; hi. so uh long time no see. honestly idk what came over me but like i js completely abandoned you guys. aside from that i’ve been busy with school and mid terms were what took up most of my time. but i’m back👌(for now at least). hopefully you enjoy this. anyways this has been on my mind for a while now and like i had get it out: orange peel theory!!! idk if i would consider this angsty or not but you decide. enjoy! <3

it was extremely hot. the windows were open, letting in a slight breeze. he was laying on the couch in front of a fan. he laid there eyes closed. there was something about the heat that made him want to close his eyes and let the day get away from him.

slowly but surely his eyelids began to shut. all of a sudden he heard a pair of keys jingle, his head lifting off the couch as he watched her figure come into view. “hey, how was work?” he asked y/n who smiled at him. she toed off her shoes before making her way over to quinn.

he opened his arms as he felt her climb onto of him, head laying on his chest. she sighed, “it was good, surprisingly,” she closed her eyes, “how was you day?”

“it’s was fine. went out, ran some errands, bought some groceries.” he mumbled as he dug his face into her hair. “speaking of groceries, i got you what you’ve been asking for this whole week.”

her head lifted up from his chest. “oranges?” he nodded and she squealed. “oh, how i love you.” she began to pepper his face with kisses.

he chuckled and held her closer. “i love you too.” he pressed a peck to her lips.

he began to sit up with y/n in his arms as she climbed off of him and onto the couch. he stood up and she let out a yelp as she felt his arms wrap around her thighs and waist, picking her up bridal style. she tucked her head into his chest as he carried her towards the kitchen.

“where we goin’?” she whispered.

“kitchen.”

“why?” she lifted her head off of his chest.

he smiled at her and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “im a little hungry.”

he turned walked towards the counter and set her down, y/n going to sit on one of the barstool. her eyes were trained on quinn who began to heat up leftovers from the previous night. her eyes suddenly caught the sight of the color orange. she smiled and reached out to grab the fruit.

y/n held it in her hands trying to peel it. as much as she loved having oranges available, she hated the hassle of having to take the peel off, especially with her manicured nails.

“quinny..” she trailed off. he turned around and hummed. she held the orange up with a small smile on here face. “open it, please?”

he shook his head and smiled before grabbing it out of her hands, complaining her request. one the last bit of the orange peel was off, he grabbed a couple of pieces for himself.

“quinn!” she whined but nonetheless took the orange back as he handed off the fruit to her.

he chuckled. “you asked for something, you pay the price.” he held the slices up. “this the price.”

she rolled his eyes but smiled at him and he grinned before leaning across the counter, cupping her face in his hands. he leaned down slightly as his lips found hers. he pulled away for a second before going in once more, this one with a lot more passion.

he pulled away and looked at her. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

he hated it.

he hated this feeling he felt in his chest. was he sad? no. was he happy? definitely not. it was complicated, he didn’t know what he was feeling. all he could do was watch.

quinn was angry. angry at himself, at her. no..he could never be angry with or at her—only himself. he let her slip away and didn’t make the effort to bring her back.

quinn sat there across the room, watching her. watching as her head was thrown back, laughter coming out of her lips. she didn’t even realize it. he wanted to laugh. yet he couldn’t.

he still loved her.

after almost 2 years, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. she was like a plague. stuck in his mind and heart forever. he never saw her after that day. not a single text was sent. not a peep.

she had completely vanished from his life.

or, at least he thought she had.

yet there she was right in front of his eyes, sitting at a table with two other girls.

he looked down towards her hands and watch as her nail dug into the piece of fruit. she slowly began to peel it off. she was so delicate with it. she always was. with everything.

he watched as she peeled it all off completely before taking the trash to the garbage can. she took a piece and put it into her mouth.

he laughed.

he. laughed.

she had done it.

he knew she didn’t need him anymore. she never did. she just needed to learn how. and she did.

i hate this. good night. isn’t 🙅‍♀️ proofread 🙅‍♀️why tf do i only write at night when ik i’m tired and running on 2 hours of sleep???

[cheriihoney]

Back from the dead because i was busy with internship but im free now.

I thought i would leave behind genshin impact but wRIOTHESLEY GOT ME BY THE NECK,,,,,HES SO HANDSOME,,,, SO QUICK THING FOR YANDERE!WRIOTHESLEY AND MAID!READER

Have not played the latest archon quest. I only know that wriothesley is hot so bear with me here ^^

EDIT: just took out some repeating dialogue, sorry it took a while to notice!!

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You’re one of the braver maids, or one of the more dumber oness, for accepting a job to work in an underwater fortress. To be perfectly honest the place isn’t so bad if you ignore how cold and lonesome it is. The other maids barely raising their voices above a whisper when the lord of the fortress is there. They were afraid. It is common knowledge that beyond his role of subduing criminals he is a kind, gentle and noble man with the way children flock to him to clumsily honor his gauntlets with stickers. And yet, despite knowing this it is difficult to be in his presence. Tall, dark, foreboding and handsome. People who come across him are at crossroads with how they are intimidated by his presence and how enamored they are with it.

With you however, youre just doing a job as his ‘official’ personal maid. Originally you were a simple new hire and as one of your first tasks, you were expected to take care of his grace after a long grueling day at work. Other maids were too skittish to do it. For fear of doing something wrong or being caught oogling at their employer. You didn’t have any personal feelings towards his grace. Aside from being thankful that he employed you, payed and gave a roof over your head. You owe it to your philosophy of not sticking your nose where it shouldn’t be. Silently dressing Wriothesley’s wounds from a particularly bad brawl that day. A large gash was inflicted on hjim, luckily it wasn’t deep and didn’t require stitches. Basic empathy made you feel concerned and made extra sure that before the he arrived home, you lit a soothing lavender candle in his room to help him relax.

“Lighting a candle for me isn’t necessary” Wriothesley murmured. The sudden statement made you drop the roll of bandages in surprise, not expecting the lord of the fortress to speak to you. You quickly picked up the roll from the floor, setting it in back in the medical kit.

“Of course your grace” You replied carefully. You werent afraid of him, hes just a guy to you but still. This man is your boss and you did something that he didnt ask you to do. Potentially you could get scolded, or worse. Fired.

“It is presumptious of me but I thought it would be good for you if I lit a lavender scented candle before your arrival. Given that you came back injured and that you’re an extremely hard worker” your palms were sweating profusely under his steel gaze. He may be sititng in his chair while you stood by his side, but even then he still held all the power in the room.

Those short, excruciating, moments of him staring into your eyes when you gave your reasoning gave you ample time to overthink that you were booted out of the job. It must’ve been the trick of the eye when something carnal and possessive glinted in his eyes. Before you could think on it more he turned away and grabbed his newspaper in front of him.

“I see. You may go” Was all he said, turning a page. You bowed deeply before politely skedaddling away from him. As you turned the door knob his voice broke the silence again. This time, his voice sounded a tad softer.

“Thank you. It was kind of you to do that”

Stunned by his gratitude, your mouth refused to form words. Instead you noddedly dumbly with a nervous smile to match and promptly left the study. Unaware of the brewing affections that you ignited in Wriothesley.

[shadowmaat]

Fox's Wonderful Day (redux)

Corrie Week, Day 7: Free Space Fox Day

I'm going to be incredibly self-indulgent by reviving and expanding a cracky thing I wrote a few years ago.

-

It was Race Night in the lower levels, and Fox had deployed extra teams to keep watch in hopes of finally catching a break.

He hated Race Nights. Or, more specifically, he hated that the illegal podracing circuit seemed to have no regard for the safety of those around them.

It was one thing to put your own life in danger with stupid stunts and souped-up racers, but to put ordinary citizens at risk with dangerous speeds, illegal maneuvers, and no regard for public or personal property. Race Nights always saw an increase in injury reports and property damage. And, of course, there were all the connections between the racing circuit and some of the most unsavory criminal organizations on Coruscant. Fox was sick of it.

They were rarely able to net any leads, but this time, somehow, they caught a big one.

Nika Skye was one of the kings of the raceway. And one of the most dangerously reckless ones. Fox had a list of all the crimes that could be laid at Skye's feet. Even if he was never caught, even if none of the charges stuck, Fox still wanted that proof.

"Fox! Sir! I got 'im!"

Hound's voice crackled over the comm, followed by a vid clip of Skye arm-in-arm with a beautifully-dressed woman. Far too beautiful to be safe in that neighborhood.

Skye turned his head to smile at his girlfriend just as the lights of a passing speeder framed them.

Fox stared. He played back the clip. He played it again. He paused it just as the light fully revealed Skye's face. He grinned.

"Stay on them, Hound," he ordered. "Do NOT lose them! I'm on my way to you right now!"

He was already running out the door. Guardsmen flattened themselves against the wall as he passed, and he knew they'd be worried to see their Commander running, but explanations could wait. This was too big, too important for decorum.

Hound kept him updated as be broke a few speed rules of his own in order to catch up.

"Uh... sir?"

Dread curled in Fox's stomach at the Trooper's sudden reluctant tone.

"You didn't lose them, did you?"

"Oh, no sir," Hound reassured him. "It's just, uh... they've gone into the Nookie Nook."

Fox's grin grew even wider as he swung around a final turn, using signals and staying aware of everything and everyone around him.

The "Nookie Nook" was the unofficial name for one of the small, public gardens that were scattered through this sector of Coruscant. It was in slightly better shape than most and provided a little shelter for those seeking to get high... or those seeking a different kind of thrill.

The most important part of it was that it was a public garden. Coruscant had laws against public indecency. Very minor ones, for the most part, and as long as everything was consensual, the Guard was willing to turn a blind eye to a little bit of public sex, but not this time.

There was nowhere to park, of course, so Fox simply found an out-of-the-way spot, parked, and put his Guard placard in the window.

Hound was standing with his back to the entrance of the Nook, fidgeting. Grizzer sat beside him, but stood to wag her tail as Fox approached.

"They still in there?"

Grunts and moans answered him before Hound could.

"...Yessir."

"Don't worry, Hound, I've got this."

The tiniest of giggles escaped him. Hound froze.

"Uh? Are you- I mean, yessir!"

He stepped out of the way. Fox gave him a reassuring pat and moved in. He made sure his helmet was recording- for evidence- and then hit the lights on his helmet.

"Coruscant Guard! Come out with your hands up!"

Screaming. Swearing. The desperate rustle of clothing and displaced foliage.

"Go away!" an all-too-familiar voice snarled. "This is none of your business!"

"Public indecency is very much my business, sir." Fox struggled to keep his tone calm and bored. "Now, step out and prepare to be arrested!"

There was more arguing, of course, but eventually the couple stepped into full, inescapable view.

Anakin Skywalker looked furious and ready to strangle him. His girlfriend, Senator Amidala, at least had the decency to look mortified, trying to shield her face with one hand while the other kept her dress held in place.

"You can't do this to us!" Skywalker growled. "Do you know who I am?"

"Nika Skye," Fox answered. "Street racer responsible for multiple accidents, injuries, and property damage."

Nika Skye. Of all the stupid, ham-fisted aliases he could have picked... but then Fox hadn't really thought about it himself until he got a good look at him. The promo images and candids always showed him in his racing helmet. Ha. Apparently even an idiot could learn a thing or two from his betters. Wait til Rex found out.

Skywalker blinked, appearing caught off guard.

"Well, yeah! That!" he said. "Except I never hurt anyone! I'm just an ordinary citizen, enjoying a night out with my wife."

"We're so sorry for the trouble, Commander," Amidala said, voice dripping professional sincerity. "It won't happen again, I promise. If you'll just let us go-"

"I'm afraid I can't do that, ma'am," Fox said. He hoped the Jedi couldn't sense his glee. "Public indecency is a crime on Coruscant. And there's also the matter of Mr. Skye's multiple traffic violations, involvement in an illegal racing ring with ties to the Black Sun Syndicate-"

Amidala gasped. Skywalker just looked annoyed.

"-as well as damaged property, speeders, and personal injuries related to those traffic violations. Once we're back at the station, you'll be allowed to call an attorney."

"You won't take us in."

There was a pressure to Skywalker's words, an urge to obey, but Fox ignored it.

"We can also provide an attorney for you, if you don't have one of your own," he concluded. He was willing to bet that Amidala, at least, had a whole fleet of lawyers at her beck and call, and he knew the Jedi had some of their own as well.

"Did you hear me?" Skywalker's glare intensified. "I said you won't-"

"Come with us, sir. Quietly," Fox told him. "Resisting arrest will only make things worse." He reached for the binders on his belt.

"Ani." Amidala placed a hand on her boyfriend's arm, but he shook it off, still glaring.

"You'll regret this, Commander," he said. "I'll have your job for this."

Fox rolled his eyes. "Good luck with that, sir. I've been trying to get out of it since the war started."

He did, in fact, get to put binders on Skywalker, citing him as a flight risk. It was one of the greatest moments of his life.

Hound and Grizzer provided backup as they made their way back to the speeder.

"Are you sure about this, Fox?" Hound asked, as they headed back to headquarters. He'd twigged to Skye's true identity as well. "We could get in a lot of trouble for this."

"The Jedi aren't above the law," Fox told him. "And that goes double for Skywalker. Arrogant little shit has been a vibroblade in my side for too long. Flaunting the laws. Acting like he's better than us. Taking advantage of his 'friendship' with the Chancellor to make everything better for himself with no regard for anyone else-"

"Yeah, okay, I know," Hound interrupted. He shifted on the passenger seat, Grizzer in his lap. "But this is gonna bring in the Jedi-"

"I'm counting on that."

"And probably the Chancellor. Like you said, they're friends."

Fox paused. That was a big concern, and the only dark spot in this otherwise wonderful day.

"I'll handle it," he said. He was not giving up this chance for a little payback.

-

Skywalker's story changed as soon as they were in the Processing Room.

"Look, Commander, you really don't want to do this," he said. "I know the Guard doesn't see a lot of action here on Coruscant-"

The thunderous whoosh of indrawn breaths from the listening Guards drowned out his next words.

"...Anakin Skywalker."

Fox refused to rise to the insult Skywalker had carelessly flung at the Guard. Chances were he actually believed what he said.

"And yet your ID says you're Nika Skye."

That earned him another scowl. "Are we really going to play this game, Fox? I know you can't be that stupid."

Fox muted the general chatter feed. Guard opinion of Skywalker was mixed, but mostly positive bordering on indifferent. That was being revised downward fast.

"Lieutenant Rattle, add possession of false ID and lying to an officer of the law to the list of charges," Fox said.

"Mmm," Rattle murmured. Her hands shook more than usual as she added the charges.

"I OUTRANK YOU!" Skywalker roared, making everyone flinch.

Amidala, who'd been on a comm call, turned to look at him.

"It's okay, Ani, I'm handling it," she said.

"You may outrank me, General, but you don't outrank the law." Fox had taken an involuntary half-step back at Skywalker's outburst.

Skywalker closed his eyes and took a deep breath in an apparent effort to calm himself. When he looked at Fox again, his eyes were still bright with rage, but a smile was plastered across his face.

"At least let Pad- Senator Amidala go," he said. "She's an innocent in all of this."

Fox arched a brow, not that Skywalker could see it. Amidala was many things, but innocent wasn't one of them. She was in deep with Skywalker and his schemes, and was probably one of the reasons they hadn't caught him until now.

Still. She was a Senator, and that would be a whole political mess of its own. He tilted his helmet.

"She'll stay here until her security team arrives and then reassess," he said.

Skywalker huffed, rolling his eyes. "Finally! Some sense! I guess I'm so used to Rex-"

"Who's your emergency contact?" Fox interrupted.

"My what?" Skywalker's frown seemed more confused than angry this time.

"Who should we call at the Temple to alert them to your circumstances?"

It was like flipping a switch. Gone was Skywalker's arrogance and bluster. It was replaced with fear and anxiety.

"Oh, uh, that- that won't be necessary, right?"

He was looking anywhere but at Fox. Interesting.

"It's- it's High General Kenobi, sir," Rattle supplied.

Skywalker flinched. "Here?! He can't be! He's supposed to be in a meeting with the High Council!"

Fox's grin returned.

"Thanks, Rattle. I'll be sure to give him a call and let him know his former Padawan is safe."

And wouldn't that be a fun call. In a meeting with the other High Generals? And Fox could interrupt? The day kept getting better and better.

"Wait! No!"

"Burke, Boot, please escort General Skywalker to holding," he said. "We wouldn't want anything to happen to him before General Kenobi gets here."

"Sir!" They said in tandem, moving to herd the suddenly worried Skywalker to the cells.

"Commander Fox," Amidala said, holding the comm to her chest as she spoke. "I know we've caused unbearable upset for you and your Guard, but-"

"Senator Amidala, ma'am," he said. "You're free to leave once your security detail arrives. What you do to help your 'husband' after that is your business."

The already pale Amidala went chalk-white at his words. About the security detail? Or- shit. He'd thought Skywalker was bluffing about the wife thing. The Storms had truly blessed him on this day.

"Please," Amidala whispered, her eyes wide. "You can't tell-"

"If you'll excuse me, ma'am, I have a lot of work to do. Have a good night."

He dipped his head in acknowledgement and headed back to his office. There was so much to do and all of it was good. If there was a slight skip in his step as he walked, well, no one would believe it.

[februarybluues]

enemies with benefits || 4 - girl (you really got me goin')

warnings: kissing, basically just making out, NO SMUT, just like very suggesstive, cursing, flirting, you and hobie 'hating' each other (wink wink), horrible british (im trying guys🙏)

read previous part here -- series masterlist

Normally, the sound of the rain splashing onto your window was one that effortlessly lulled you to sleep. But, for some reason you couldn’t. Your head rested on your pillow, eyes shut tightly, but you couldn’t sleep. The alarm clock next to your bed shouted ‘2:32 a.m’. You groaned, rolling over onto your side; hoping the new position would help you sleep. But alas, it didn’t. If anything, it made it worse. You weren’t sure why you couldn’t sleep. You had a fairly busy day, and you were tired. – but you just couldn’t. Feeling defeated, you rolled onto the other side, now facing the window. And you looked back just in time to see a familiar face climbing in through it. In comparison to the last time he had entered your room, he looked different. Exceptionally wrecked. While, yes, he wasn’t injured like before, or at least you couldn’t see any physical injuries, his face was different; anguished. He looked exhausted. And yet his eyes looked hungry as they darted over to your own. “Hobie? It’s late, what are you doing here?” you sat up from your bed and stood up. But he didn’t say anything, he just muttered something before walking towards you, only stopping when he was a fair distance apart from you, looking as if he was debating getting closer to you.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?” you asked, genuinely concerned as to why he’d decided to show up at this hour - uninvited. He stayed quiet. His eyes shifted down to the ground and his hands stayed in his pockets. Although it was subtle, he was slowly inching closer to you. You spoke again, almost desperate to hear him say at least something. “Hobie, answer me. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” “Tha’s the problem.” he finally spoke out, now standing directly in front of you; barely leaving space between the both of you. “What?” you asked, growing more confused and concerned by the minute. He practically towered over you, having to look down at you slightly in order for your eyes to meet. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t a little attractive. “Y’too polite. Care too much ‘bout me.” his voice was low, and raspy; as if he were tired. “What are you talking about?” you asked, but he pretty much ignored it. “It all makes sense now.” “Are you drunk?” you asked, trying to figure out what was happening. “Nope. ‘M sober as can be” “So, Why are you here? It’s almost 3am, Hobie.” “If i wanted th’time, woulda’ asked you for it, sweet’eart.” a smile slowly started to grow on him as he looked at your confused state, admittedly checking you out. It stayed quiet like that for what felt like forever; just staring into each other's eyes, waiting for the next move. “Why are you so fuckin’ irresistable?” he suddenly spoke out, which caught you off guard. Before you could question him furthermore, he continued. “I see what your doin’,” he began, lifting his hand up to cup your cheek – which almost instantly turned bright red. “Walkin’ around, lookin’ all pretty, thinkin’ i ‘aven’t caught on to how ya look at me with those pretty eyes. D’you know the effect ya have on me?” your eyes widened. “What are you saying?” you struggled to hide how flustered you were becoming. 

“You ruin me.” he said, smiling like a fool. “Is that so?” you asked. “Sure is, doll.” you weren’t sure if it was the insomnia talking or not, but you were suddenly feeling bold. “And what are you gonna do about it?” he chuckled, amused at the sudden change. His hand moved from your cheek to your chin, tilting it up to make you look at him. “What do you want me t’do ‘bout it?” Instead of seeing the cocky smirk you were so used to seeing, his eyes looked determined - eager. maybe it was the lack of sleep that prevented you from being able to think straight, or maybe he was just being a fucking idiot. Regardless, he leaned down even more towards you, and never once broke eye contact. Before you could question what was happening, Your face was moving on its own, getting closer to his. You felt time stop then and there as you realised what was happening.

Were you really going to kiss your mortal enemy?

Yes. yes you were. you grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, silently cursing his height and pulled him down to you so that you could crash your lips together. Hobie almost instinctively wrapped his arm around your waist, squeezing you. You raised your arms up to his head and rested them around his neck. You completely relished this moment. He kissed you with passion, and perfection. It was unbelievable. You practically melted away at his touch. Right now was more important to you than anything. You were too enchanted by him to even care about the fact that he was your sworn enemy. Your head was fuzzy, unable to think straight.

You turned him around and pushed him down so that he was sitting on the bed, and he wasted no time pulling you onto his lap.Your lips stayed together all throughout it. His arms slithered down your hips, his eyes sealed shut. You could barely believe this was happening. He tilted his head slightly as he deepened the kiss. The entire moment was pure bliss. He squeezed whatever exposed skin he could find, his hands reaching under your shirt. Your heart was racing. This was so wrong, but it just felt so right. It was his own fault for being such a good kisser anyways. and the way he so absent-mindedly slipped his tongue in, swirling around yours perfectly. It was the closest you’d ever been to heaven. You hated him so much. Every time your gaze was met with his instantly ruined your day. And yet, for some fucking reason you just wouldn’t stop. You couldn’t. The both of you were desperate for some kind of contact. you tried to get as close to him as you could, practically crushing your chest against his.

After a while you pulled apart to catch your breath, panting. You looked at him with a lovesick look in your eyes, pupils practically heart-shaped and lustful. At that moment, it was like the whole world fell silent. Until hobie quickly broke it up, laughing. You tilted your head at him, confused. “What’s so funny?” you asked, and he grinned. “It’s just - You talk all this big talk ‘bout ‘ow much y’hate me, yet here you are.” he talked, his hands remained on your hips, not daring to move. You shook your head at him. “That’s not fair! I do hate you!” you defended, but he wasn’t having it. “If you ‘ate me so much then why’re you in my lap right now?” He had a point. And you hated him for it. “Well- You know-” Your flustered brain could not come up with an excuse for the life of you, which frustrated you slightly. “Exactly.” he said and you groaned.

“Just shut up and kiss me.” you said and he quickly obliged. How could he say no to that? He pressed his lips against yours once more; reconnecting them. It almost felt wrong to be doing this; kissing the ‘enemy’. You shouldn’t be doing this. You shouldn’t be feeling this way towards him. But as the kiss deepened, you stopped caring. If it was so bad, why was it so perfect? Why did your lips fit together so perfectly if you were supposed to hate him? He raised one of his hands up to cup your cheek, the other still holding onto your hip tightly. He didn’t go home that night. Instead, he stayed with you. Your head rested on his chest as you experienced debatably the best night’s sleep you’ve ever had. Although his intrusion was unprecedented, it did technically cure your insomnia. You had him to thank for that. Alright fine, maybe Hobie Brown wasn’t that bad after all.

maybe one day i'll write a smutty version of this taglist: @hobies-wrld @elloelloello293874 @lavnderluv @ginseng-green-tea @ididntwantthisbutithappened @thatweirdgirlsposts @clown420cunt @sh-tposter2021 @wannabe-fic-reader @large-unit @pastelaine @babydollfoster @theleftkittycollection @sparklyphantom @arminsgfloll @myoifilm @fanboyluvr @fuckyouimthecrowman @ilovemymomscooking @fl1ghtl3ssdrag0n @c3f21 @1eonk @themetalbabygirl @captainloki1

some of yall cant be tagged as you can probs see so idk

[corporatefrog]

꒦‧₊ ꒷ headcannons: team stan with a careless friend✧.*

✧.* tags: college au

✧.* Characters: kenny mccormick, kyle broflovski, stan marsh, eric cartman, butters stotch

a/n: I usually don't add cartman to these things bc he stinks+loser+annoying+suckmydick but I know he'd take advantage of someone who hod so sense of mortality so he gets a pass this time ig.

masterlist

Kenny

He mistakes the carelessness for spontaneity and immediately assigns you as his go to “lets do something stupid I just thought of” partner

He’s a “try everything once” kind of guy so it’s perfect that you have no sense of self preservation

“Kenny stand on the other side of the field, I wanna see how far I can throw my phone.”

“Okay.”

You both infuriate stan to no end

#annoyingduo in the best way possible 

Do NOT put the two of you in the same room at a party

All of a sudden there’s a 15 person game of just dance happening but there’s no screen?? You’re all just doing moves you saw on just dance

Everyday is a new adventure

Kenny probably has an eye out for you though

He can die doing something stupid and be back the next day but you on the other hand are not 

Gotta keep his partner in crime alive! There’s a bunch of other things on his “before I die (for real)” bucket list that you still need to mark off

Kyle

You just get caught up in the moment! You have such a wonder for life!

Kyle doesn’t get it sometimes seeing as he tries to view everything logically. 

He’s more like a babysitter when you both go somewhere

“You did not just spend $300 on knock off jordans from a random man on the street corner.”

“I did and they’re the comfiest shoes I’ve ever worn. He told me they’ll cure my posture problems.”

“Do you just believe anything someone tells you?”

“Coming from someone who almost cried when I didn’t use his Candy Crush referral code so he could get more lives, that’s really rich.”

Okay so he gets swept up in trends sometimes. At least he understands his own mortality!

After the third time you try to learn how to do a backflip and fail miserably, he has to leave the room to keep from screaming 

keeps a mental count of the things you do every day that should kill you

the current record is 14

Stan

He doesn’t understand how you can just go through your day without a care

Are you not afraid of dying? That’s like 32% of his thoughts during the day

“Fuck I dropped my credit card down the drain. Stan, hold my ankles while I reach down to grab it.”

“I can literally see the used heroin needles down there.”

“Okay and??? Not my fault the city doesn’t have a safe use zone, I need that card!” 

One time you guys were leaving a store and the alarm went off 

Stan turned to ask you if you got the security tags removed but you we’re already sprinting halfway across the mall

Not because you stole anything, but because you saw jimmy, clyde, and tolkien walking out of a store and wanted to say hi

And then you spent the rest of the day being lectured by an underpaid paul blart wannabe

Stan was freaking out because he thought you would get arrested for causing a scene or something (they find any reason to arrest someone in south park) 

But all you did was laugh in that light hearted, careless way you always do

Cartman

Bro will manipulate your carelessness for all its worth

You are now the second person he calls when he has some stupid plot that needs someone who doesn’t understand the concept of death

If kenny’s busy, you’re on speed dial

Honestly, you’re probably the first call because you’ll do something stupid without needing to be paid! 

Free labor!

Wanna work at dicknbaus hot dogs for 14 hours with no pay? It’s free hotdogs! You’re in! 

Hes an exploitative motherfucker 

Thats all im here to say about it

butters 

You’re going to give him a heart attack

One time you purposely kicked a medicine ball to see how far it would go and broke your foot

And he was more worried about your foot than you were!

“Oh jesus, can you move it?”

“Um… no I don’t think so. Lemme take off my sock”

“AH ITS PURPLE!”

“Oh damn, you’re right. That’s a nice shade though, I was thinking of painting my room that color!”

“NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE TALKING ABOUT THIS”

Unlike kyle, he can’t force himself to ignore your careless nature

He’s always worrying about you 

He’ll suggest you both go to first aid classes or cpr training whenever you hang out “just for fun!”

but really he needs to know that you at least have some first aid knowledge if you're going to keep running around like death is a social construct

[fcknstar]

,, double life "

pairings : gf!ethanlandry x fem!reader ( elysia )

summary : what happens if he wants you safe?

content warnings : violence, stalker-like

**lowercase intended**

it wasnt like ethan was insecure or anything. he just didnt like the way others would constantly go to you despite countless of threats. why would they go to you for help if they didnt like you. 

ethan juggled his double life, needing to be in places at once. over time, he felt the need to watch you get home safely before attacking anyone. of course it was difficult, having to end someones life and 'be' at econ the next second. but he manages. he doesnt know how you would react to him being ghostface, despite knowing your interest in serial killers. 

ethan and you were relatively close, ethan the quiet and shy kid who did nothing but mind his business. and you, an outgoing person who wanted one to feel like they didnt have to hide anything. that was what ethan hated about you, you were so friendly. too friendly for his liking. he didnt want to kill unnecessary of course, because quinn thought it was him being weak. 

ethan and you arranged a meet up to get lunch together like youd usually do, but it shocked him when you turned him down last minute, having styled his hair the way you liked it. 

" eth, im sorry but i gotta help out andy. he has this problem and needs me- you okay? " his once bright and doe eyes switched. it wasnt inviting to say the least. 

" yea go ahead. seems like that guy really needs you, so how bout you dont make him wait. " 

" sorry eth, ill make it up to you. " you tiptoed and presses your lips onto ethans cheeks. you are one to be very affectionate to others, which was another trait ethan hated. 

who, who in this campus or city have felt your lips? ethan wanted you to only kiss him, have your last breath with him. 

watching you walk away, he couldnt help but sulk. why did you sudden turn him down, and was andy that important that you had to leave ethan stranded. 

" told you she was a waste of time. its better if we just kill her off so you dont go crying to daddy about your sad love story. " quinn didnt look up from the book she was currently reading. she found it amusing, how one person, one girl can change a guy entirely. 

" lay a finger on her for a surprise, quinn. " ethan stopped his pacing, angry that quinn would even suggest such a thing. 

" oh i love surprises! " quinn cheered. 

★

ethan was in his shared dorm, viewing your instagram story that was filled with pictures of you smiling. you smiling with that bitch andy. of course he would get angry, the only guy you ever posted other than him was chad and your family. andy? andy. youve got to be kidding, ethan thought. 

he trusted you of course, but not andy. 

★ 

andy seemed more touchy with you, seeing you take a shot of alcohol before encouraging andy to take some. andy just shook his head and brushed your hair behind you ear. ethan saw something in andys eyes that you probably couldnt. after standing outside the bar, pretending to be waiting for someone, he saw you and andy getting ready to leave. as if on cue, he acted like he was passing by when he saw you two. 

" eth! what are you doing here? you look cute tonight- " 

" hey ethan. "

" i was just passing by. come elysia, ill get you to sam- " ethan was rudely interrupted by andy. 

" dont sweat it, i can bring her. " 

" i feel that it is safer if shes with me. " ethan snapped back. from afar, he sees quinn shaking her head disapprovingly. 

" come on man, i can- "

" andy, i wanna go with ethan. " sighing in defeat, he lets go of you. you lost your balance but ethan caught you. 

" whatever man. " 

" you alright? can you walk? " ethan layed his hands on your shoulders to examine you. 

" eth, you worry too much! can we go now, m very tired. " ethan nodded, watching how quinn is still standing, studying you and ethan. 

ethan doesnt have a choice but had to walk towards quinn as that it the direction of your dorm. 

" hey angel! " quinn said, walking up to you, eyes darting to ethans arm that was wrapped around your waist. smiling with a glint of mischief in her eyes, she started. 

" you shouldnt be out with random people. who knows what could have happened if they were the ghostface killer everyones talking about? " 

" quinn- " quinn shrugged, challenging ethan. 

" eths here, i trust that he can protect me. " halting at a traffic stop, quinn sighed, knowing that shits not true. 

" ely, you know better to trust anyone after what happened in woodsbro. plus, you know what they say, keep your enemies closer. " that made you turn to quinn, eyes squinting in disgust. it was as if ethan knew what you were going to say, so he spoke for the both of you. 

" its not nice to bring up someone's past quinn. " green light flashed quinns face, indicating that you were able to start walking as the vehicles stopped for you. 

" what, am i wrong? " ignoring quinn, ethan quickened his pace and wrapped his hand tighter around you. 

he knew quinn was driven by madness. having lost her brother that was killed by your best friend. since sam killed the person she cared about, quinn wanted sam to feel how it feels to lose hers ; tara and you. 

★

the next day, you thought about what quinn said. it made sense but you knew you could trust your friend group. quinn was probably just looking out for you, you thought. you and quinn had a good relationship, or so you thought. quinn would come to you for advices or even when she had to spill a gossip. 

screams filled the void as your eyes darted to quinns room. mindy stood up quickly, rebuilding her guard that she destroyed for the friend group. there was no way someone could have sneaked, the doors having about five locks and the apartment was on the third floor, with no fire escape. 

then there was silence. nobody dared to make a move and senses heightened. the door swung open, revealing ghost face throwing quinns body in front of you. everyone screamed, scrambling to find a zone where they felt safe in, but it was impossible when ghost face could easily find you. rushing to the bowl where held all keys, you realized it was empty, signaling that there was no way out. 

wanting to defend yourself, you ran to the kitchen where a frustrated sam threw the knife holder. it was empty. no knives whatsoever. fuck. sam ran towards you, not realizing that you were in her way. ghost face swung his knife missing sam by an inch. a wet sounds was heard when sam realized that the knife had cut your arm. 

screaming in pain, you ran after sam, trying to find somewhere safe to hide. ghostface - ethan - realizing that he had hurt you, felt worried, but had to throw that feeling aside as he had to at least kill someone. 

anika pushed the drawers in front of the door with the help of chad after getting stabbed by ghostface. sams newfound boyfriend, danny, pulled his ladder through his window and onto yours. 

" you gotta climb! sam, im here! just look at me, focus on me! " sam breathed, calming herself down. 

the pounds on the door got worst as ghostface tried to budge the door open. seeing that mindy was holding it back, you ran to her aid. 

" l, its not safe, just go! " 

" fuck you if you think imma leave you. " mindy smiled through pain and her suffering, her nightmares chasing after her.

" go mindy! " mindy shook her head, not wanting to leave you. 

" anika needs you, mindy! go! " mindy was feeling hopeless, she didnt want to leave her girlfriend and her best friend that she considered her sister. 

nodding, she ran to anika. 

" anika i need you to climb, okay? " mindy held anikas tear stained face who had fear in her eyes. death was just on the other side of the door, she knew she couldnt make it. 

" mindy you go first, please mindy. " she cried. 

not wanting to fight any further, mindy pressed her lips onto anikas, afraid that this might be the last considering her injuries she sustained. 

when it was anikas turn, she looked at you.

" elys, you should go- "

" anika! you go first please. i can hold this son of a bitch back. " you found a dumbbell, you thought that could be used as a weapon if ghostface attacks. ethan hated that you were selfless, risking your life for others when he should be the one risking his life for you. 

anika was barely in the middle of the ladder when ghostface managed to open the door. you were pushed forward by impact. adrenaline was pumping harder, so you lifted the dumbbell and aimed at ghostfaces mask. a groan could be heard from behind the mask. satisfied with such noise, you continued hitting ghostface in the face until anika was able to reach the other side safely. once ghostface was stunned, you ran to the window and began climbing it when your leg got pulled. 

your head landed with a thud and sam called out to you. 

ghostface then pushed the ladder off your windowsill and shut the window, leaving you trapped with him. 

all they could see from such a small view was ghostface lifting his knife, landing it right where they thought you were. there was a scream and they knew then and there you were gone. sam cried out, having to lose another loved one. ghostface stood up, head slightly tilted as he walked out of the room. 

★ 

" i had econ! " ethan defended himself. 

" i was in the studyhall with a thousand of students, you can ask them! " chad let go of ethans collar when chad sighed. 

" wheres ely? " eyes running through the group. " and quinn? "

" she- theyre dead. " chad knew about ethans jnterest in you and felt devastated for his friend. but it was for the better as he knew if ethan was there to witness your killing, he wouldnt be able to take it all in. 

" fuck.. no.. no. " ethan dropped to his knees as he couldn't believe what he heard. mindys guess of him being ghostface faltered. unless it was a pity act. and it was, because he knows that youre safe. 

★ 

waking up with a headache, you felt light weight. you jolted up think you were dead. 

" youre not dead you know? " it was ethan. he was sitting by the foot of the bed watching you with intense eyes. 

" where are we, eth? " glancing around the unfamiliar room. 

" how are you feeling, l? " ethan ignored your question, not bothering to answer. he doesnt know how to explain what happened. 

" eth, im being serious, where are we? " ethan wanted it to be just you and him. when you tried to move off the bed, a cold bar came in contact with your wrist. 

a cuff. 

" eth, whats going on? " no answer. 

" ethan? "

" ethan landry? " he saw how your eye brows creased, wanting an explanation. 

" i need you safe here, ive hurt you already and thats enough for me to keep you safe. youre safe with me. im all you need. " ethan was rambling. 

what? he hurt me? looking at your arm that was bandaged, you connected the dots. 

" you're not- " 

realization filled your eyes as it darted toward ethan. 

" what? are you scared of me now that im ghostface? are you going to run away when you know damn well i can protect you better than anyone can. " 

[exhokai]

heyy if u write for the group iluna from nijisanji en, may i request an dom!aster x gn!reader where the reader is touch starved but aster is streaming so they ends up wearing smth (u can decide) and barges into asters streaming room and sits on his lap and tries to distract him while hes playing some sort of fps game or league and it makes him stop focusing?

AHAHAHA ASTER ARCADIA HEHEHEH

didnt have a photo sorry bookie

this was more of a switchy aster sorry

switch!aster (sub to top), slight grinding, facefucking, deepthroat, nearly getting caught, cum swallowing, enna breaking the 4th walk

a/n: it took me SO so long to work on this im SO sorry

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oh aster dearest aster. aster was playing his silly little games (i didnt know what to put) and actually playing with kyo, enna, and fulgur. well- more like kyo was listening and the others were playing BUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT

he was chillin vibing fuckin (hehe fuckin) around when you pop into his room. unnoticed. and wearing his sweater. no pants. just underwear. ya nasty- (gets bonked)

you waddle up to his chair and lay your head on his shoulder. he notices you and gives you a little ‘hello’ expression than whispers ‘im busy’. but you dear reader. dont give a shit. you slide down and get under his arm to than slide onto his lap. hes suprised (FLABBAGASTED) as 1.) you’re wearing his sweater. with only some underwear. thats all 2.) you put your arms around his neck to sit fully on his crotch. moving (purposefully may i add) to get more comfortable. he whispers a hurried “what are you doing?!”

kyo heard it. and so did enna. “yo aster you good?” kyo asked (MY LOVE UHHHGHHHHHVHHGGGG) “o-oh im fine” “are you sure my guy you sound a bit off” goddamnit enna. now your gonna make the narrator haunt you with what aster and the reader are doing-

wait. thats my job hehehe- anyways. fulgur takes notice and says “cmon aster even if theres a cute cat climbing in front of you, we need to win. cmon”

yeah. cat. sure. he looks at you. frustration and anger since he could loose his job. but that doesnt matter that you got food on yo table now does it 🤨. you start moving your hips side to side. slowly. slowly enough so its agonizing for aster. he grips you with one hand. signaling to stop. you dont. you kiss his neck moving down so you slide off his lap. he looks down and gives you a warning look to stop as you pull down his sweats

you pull his dick out of his boxers, fascinated even though you’ve sucked his dick before. you instantly put the head in your mouth as he gasps. you can hear the faint sound of fulgur laughing. “AHAHAHA MY BOY ASTER YOU OKAY?” he starts to speak so you suck on the head hard so it comes more as a strangled “i-im okay!!” hes ashamed as you everyone laughs at him. even chat. “you getting your dick sucked my guy” enna asks. you laugh slightly as you move your head down further on his dick “n-no!! just-“ he cuts himself off as he looks at the chat. sudden anger fills him as one of his hands is taken off of the keyboard and grabs your hair to shove you down his dick. a sound of surprise leaving you

“im fine” he says with sudden composure. he has one hand on the keyboard and one on your head loosing focus yet still playing while you gag so hard on his dick. he moves your head a bit and starts thrusting. quickly and hard as you make gagging noises, surprised at this sudden switch of energy in aster

he gives you a look of “dont move” as he shoves you to the base of his cock. tears well up in your eyes from the suddenness of his thrusting. you grip his thighs so your hands aren’t awkwardly sitting there in your lap. his abuse to your throat is painful yet if feels like your head is reeling from it.

“yo aster what the fuck why are you lacking so much” enna asks. he mutters out a sorry as he lets his hand off your hair and back to the game, letting your head fly around a bit without support.

a few minutes go buy. your throat is sore and his hand is back in your hair. and hes close. he looks down at you, and everyone saw it, his chat starts flying

“HELP IS HE GETTING HIS DICK SUCKED”

“ayo aster why you lookin down like that”

“my guy just looked at his crotch oh nahh 💀”

he panics and makes an excuse “sorry guys i felt something fall. lemme get it” he leans down completely as he pushes his chair back and gets on his hands and knees, still facefucking you. “in close. and you better take it. all”. you oblige. you start crying from the insane speed he has with his hips. god was he always like this? he starts whispering ‘im close im close’ till he presses your face against him. making you take his cum down your throat. he pulls out once hes finished

“dont do that again or it will be worse”

(and enna thinks to herself when she wakes up why she had to open her mouth during that collab. as the haunting image of her coworker fucking someones mouth stays branded because of me lmao)

[peenyas]

┊Special Brew

Kinda stressed out when writing this, and I've been thinking about what it's like to get a bartending job so here we go. Honestly feel like turning this into a smalll series.. If i suddenly post smut please forgive me

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Content: DILUC X GN!READER, flustered diluc, slowburn, you got a bartending job at angles share!

[diluc's speech will be Bold!]

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A successful interview, you gotten news that you're accepted to work at angles share as a bartender! It's exciting and nerve wracking at the same time, you've actually landed a job in one of Mondstat's biggest wine company. What were the chances of that? Has luck finally found you?

You clocked in at 5 pm getting ready for your shift, in the back changing into your work attire when you heard someone come in the room. Turning around, a tall man with red hair with his back facing you, he seems to be clocking in too. Zoning out for a moment thinking who this might be until a voice snapped you out of it.

" ..hello there? You alright? It's time to get to work now"

Blinking frantically, you realized you were staring at them the entire time, how embarrassing. Giving a quick nod before bolting out. Thankfully this evening wasn't all too busy, after serving the last few patrons you went back to thinking who you just saw. Was he a newbie? He seemed so familiar.. wait no it can't be-

Your train of thought is once again interrupted, this time was a gloved hand waving slowly in front of you to grab your attention, seems like they were calling out to you for some time now. You looked up, it's the same man from earlier again, this time you finally realized who they were.

"ah yes- sorry if i interrupted anything there but..."

Your head went blank. Master Diluc Ragnvindr, the very owner of dawn winery, is here working with you on your first day. You thought everything was over, fuck Fuck FUCK im gonna get booted for this... You faced him and almost wanted to start apologizing when he stopped you,

"M-master Di.. I mean, boss, I'm so sorry for-"

"Now now, it's alright... Just don't do that again."

You blinked a few times before looking around the tavern. It was completely empty. That's weird... You looked at the time to check and it's practically midnight, way past when you're supposed to leave work now. When did the time go by so fast? Seems like Diluc was there to urge you to go home at this point.

Averting your attention back to diluc, now at the back tidying up wine bottles, wiping excess glasses and mugs.

"say.., do you usually stay back so late to do clean up?"

"onlyy when i feel like it. I'd ask the same to someone who decided to stay past their working hours."

You let out an embarrassed cough, "I just caught up with thinking...! I'll get going then."

Scurrying to the back room to put away the work attire and getting ready to head home, you peek outside of the door to see if Diluc is still around. What you didn't know is that he's right behind you, did you not notice him coming in the room after you?

He's joining you in looking out the door, his head just slightly hovering above yours.

"Is there something to look out for?"

The sudden whisper got you stumbling out of the room, Diluc tried to catch you but failed, now looking at you with just as much shock, the both of you now caught in surprise and now looking at each other. Diluc was quick to lend a hand for you to get up, you take it while embarrassment is written all over your face.

"I truly apologize for scaring you just now... I .. thought you knew about my presence.. are you hurt?" His tone sounds flat but genuine, scanning your body as you stand up.

"I-it's alright! Im fine- ... Just a bit surprised.. thank you."

Why am i fucking up my first day right in front of the owner?? Now I'm really done for.. Giving him a light bow, wishing you could just run out of the place this instant. You were assuming he'd start giving you a lecture of some sort, which was proven false when you heard him chuckle.

"You're quite something aren't you? Well get going now, the night is quite dangerous." That comment got you flushing a faint red. Leading you out the tavern door, both of you walk out as he locks up the door to angle's share.

Cool air blew against your face as you stepped out. Looking around, the city was dead silent. You couldn't help but feel uncomfortable because of it. Diluc walked up besides you and noticed how nervous you seem.

"You alright there? Would... You want me to walk home with you?"

"o-oh, wouldn't that be too much of a hassle? It's quite late and I could never take up more time from you..."

"Well it being late is exactly why, I'll be fine. It would be quite a waste to have a brand new employee disappear on the first night."

You don't know if he's being sarcastic or not, but giggles escaped your lips regardless. Diluc not knowing what's so funny got a bit flustered by your reaction and looks away.

"..you may lead the way then, I'll follow behind."

You thanked him, but he seems to be avoiding eye contact with you now. Did I do something wrong..? The whole walk was pretty awkward with how little talk was going on, it couldn't be helped anyways, Diluc always seemed to be the preserved type, this should be natural.

Though what you didn't expect is how.. clumsy he was. Tripped a few times over some tree roots, clearing his throat ever so often, sighing. Looking back at him and you'll be met with a red haired man, quickly looking away and averting his gaze else where. It was quite dark so you couldn't really see anything, is he alright?

The road became more familiar to you now as you kept walking,

"ah! Almost near my house. Thank you for walking with me-"

"yes. O-of course.. my pleasure." He replied a bit too immediately, he sounds nervous.

After seeing you reach the front door, he quickly turns away before you could say anything else. You wonder if you'd be able to face him the next day with how you acted during work, hopefully he doesn't come in tomorrow...

(1/?) · [Pt. 2]

Xtra notes: reading angst and now continuing this ....feels so unreal. I need to stop that. Cover art by me! @ on it is my Instagram handle :3!

Pls remember i will only write when i feel like it, so no continuation time frame

[orphic-musings]

Welcome home! dear…fungus?

Characters: Dehya, Tighnari, Cyno, Alhaitham, Nilou x gn! reader (separately, established relationships)

Genre: Fluff, crack

Warnings: None I think? I kept switching between fungus and fungi bc idk what’s correct, (does cyno’s humour count as a warning?)

Summary: Sumeru characters react to you bringing home a new pet… fungus?

Notes: Got this idea after playing the fungus event and thought it would be a good chance to write some Sumeru characters! I’m sorry if it seems rushed I just wanted to get this out there since I haven’t been posting regularly. ㅠㅠ Inspired by my slime fics which you can find here: Part 1 — Part 2 (pls forgive me im so bad at naming slimes and fungi)

Dehya:

“Ah there you are!” Dehya sports a warm grin the moment she sees you. She stands at ease, not on high alert like she normally is. You are more interesting than anything in the background, and she prefers giving you her undivided attention. Of course, should any threat arrive she would be ready again before you could blink.

“I was looking for you everywhere- Is that fungi following you?” In an instant her tone drops into pure confusion. If the two of you were in any situation she would be springing into action, smiting the poor fungi before you even knew it was there. But this isn’t just any situation. The small capped creature is spinning around you, and your face is bright and content as you stand in the middle of Sumeru city.

“Yes! He’s my new companion. I called him Zest! There was an event down in Port Ormos where I trained him for a week, but the little guy didn’t want to leave my side at the end!”

“So… now we have to take care of a fungi.” Her expression is unimpressed, but her voice indicates that she’s intrigued, a little amused even.

“I can take care of it myself if you don’t want to-“

“No! I mean, you don’t have to do everything yourself. We do things together, yeah?” Her sudden interruption makes you giggle, and when she sees your face scrunched up in glee warmth rushes to her cheeks.

“At least it’s not a spectre.” She shakes her head, but your smile is contagious, and she can’t help the twitch of her lips. “Well we’d better go show lil’ Zesty his new home,” she says. With a delighted smile, you link your arm with hers and affectionately push into her side, while your fungi bounces along beside you. Dehya glances at the fungi one more time, before looking at your smiling face. She shakes her head again, but her smile only grows wider. The things love makes you do.

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Tighnari:

Tighnari steps into his hut while rubbing his neck, his eyes almost drooping to the floor. He had an insanely busy day, and all he can think to do is have some well deserved quality time with you. He looks up expecting to see you all settled into bed, but instead he finds an electro fungi in his spot and you giving it cuddles. Subconsciously his tail flicks with irritation, but he’s more curious than upset.

“Am I in the right house?” He asks, and though it’s intended to be a joke, his stress seeps into his tone. So much so that it jolts you, and you sit up alert on the bed. The fungi also stops its wiggling, as if mimicking you. He notes that, somewhere in the back of his mind.

“Tighnari! I um… this is, well I found… no I mean I got her from Port Ormos. There was an event and they let me keep her.” Your body is stiff as you attempt to explain the situation. Your words get all tied together, as if you were caught red-handed and were reaching for an excuse.

“I’m sorry if I startled you. Just relax and, well, let’s find this little fungi somewhere else to sit other than my side of the bed.” His tone is no longer taut, only tired, but he still gives you a gentle smile. You get up from the bed and walk over to where he is, the fungi following you. The two of you sit together on the couch, while the fungi twirls merrily on the rug.

“I think I understand the situation, but I’m sure you’re aware of the danger it poses. While it seems very tame now, it’s still a wild creature and can be unpredictable.” He glances between your gentle face and the energetic fungi while talking.

“I know… you’re right. Maybe we can watch it for a few days, and if it seems too unsafe or it’s unhappy we can release it.” You give him a hopeful smile, and since your argument is fairly sound, and he’s too tired to discuss it further, he agrees.

“We can spend more time with it tomorrow but for now, let’s get to bed.” You take Tighnari’s hand and lead him to bed, but he stops and looks at the fungi. It wiggles expectantly and he sighs. “Alright Jitterbug, I suppose you can come too.” He turns to follow you, but you just stand there in shock. Now it’s you being pulled along to bed as you laugh at the nickname and sudden fondness for the fungi. He smiles to himself seeing your joyful face, and he already feels all his stress melt away.

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Cyno:

“Cynooo! I’m hoooome!” You call into the empty entryway. Your voice is full of energy, but doubt creeps into your heart as your voice echos off the walls. It’s not unusual for you to arrive to an empty house, but you always call out just in case. You walk further in, a small dendro fungus hovering behind you. As you step into the living area you immediately freeze.

Cyno lays on his back, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm with an utterly peacful look on his face. Your heart dances at the adorable sight, but only for a moment as he seems to stir from your presence. He pushes himself up a bit and rubs a hand across his face. When he turns to you he smiles, and it fills you with warmth. With how early he gets up in the mornings, his sleepy face is a rare sight, but a beautiful one indeed.

“Oh hello dear, I guess I must have dozed off… and hello there fungus.” He sits himself fully upright on the couch, still waking up it seems. But he soon becomes fully alert.

“Wait… what am I saying?” His gaze drifts from your face to over your shoulder. “Wait! Behind you!” You just stand there and sigh.

“Are you awake now?” You giggle a bit when you see his baffled face.

“I- What?”

“This is our new pet! I got the little guy from an event in Port Ormos! If he behaves well we’ll keep him!” You beam at him while the fungus slowly emerges from behind your shoulder, curiously floating towards Cyno. He blinks at it.

“I’ve never given much thought to keeping pets, but if it’s with you I’m sure it will be fun.” You smile wider and do a little jump with joy, as if having won a prize. In all honesty, and it might only be because of his sleepy daze, you had expected him to deny the creature to even enter your home. When you refocus out of your thoughts you find him slightly poking the fungi, who doesn’t seem to mind, with a slight smile.

“We’re calling it Bud. Get it? Because it’s like a flower bud, but also a companion.” He grins and pats the fungus on the head. And while you’re glad they’re already getting along, you can’t help but sigh at your partner’s blunt humour.

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Alhaitham:

The sun casts a peach glow over the city and you walk hand in hand with the Akademiya’s scribe. A cool breeze blows, a sign on the oncoming night. You had surprised Alhaitham at his office just as his work ended, ready to walk him home.

“I have a surprise for you when we get home!” You grin, nearly unable to contain your excitment. You remind him of a pot about to boil over, but he refrains from pointing that out. He merely raises an eyebrow at you, ever the cynic.

“If it’s that Kaveh has finally moved out I’ll be over the moon,” he jokes. You lightly hit him, a slight pout on your face, which quickly changes into a devious grin.

“I suppose it does have something to do with roomates.” To this he finds a slight concern wash over him, but also you lean into him playfully he decides to trust you.

The sun is about to disappear beyond the horizon when you arrive home, and Alhaitham nervously unlocks the door. He instantly notices the lack of signs of Kaveh, and relaxes a little. Until you stand in front of him and call out ‘surprise!’ He shuts the door behind him then looks up, and is met face to face with a floating hydro fungi.

“Is this fungus.. the surprise?” His voice is questioning, reasonably so he would argue. But your grin doesn’t falter.

“Yes! I got her from an event in Port Ormos, so I suppose you can consider her your new roomate!” He stands and watches the fungi float around him, like it was checking him out. It strangely makes him feel out of place in his own home. A part of him wants to lecture you on the nature of fungi, and how they wouldn’t be suitable for keeping as housepets. But truthfully, he can’t think of much evidence to support that, seeing as there hasn’t been much, if any, research done on the subject. He looks back at you.

“Well?” You pry. Alhaitham perceives the slight falter of your smile, the way you seem to be holding together your enthusiasm, and he can’t help but feel his heart swell at your passion for this creature, and your desire for him to accept it into his home.

“I suppose it’s much favourable to that nosy architect. Say, maybe we should train it to pester Kaveh.” Suddenly he finds the idea of keeping a fungi quite intriguing.

“Hey! You can’t just use it for nefarious purposes!” You pout at him again, and he has to raise his hands in defeat. As he does, the hydro fungus nuzzles into his cheek and you laugh at his suddenly flustered expression. He pats it awkwardly before it floats back over to you, and you welcome it with a nuzzle and a warm smile. Maybe it’s not such a terrible idea after all.

»»————-　♡　-————««

Nilou:

The lights at the Grand Bazaar just begin to turn on as the sky darkens. Their soft glow illuminates the stage, making it seem even more magical. Although evening has fallen, a crowd steadily forms, filling the Bazaar with chatter and life. Some people browse, while others just stand and chat, but your focus is solely on the graceful and lithe movements of Nilou’s dance.

It’s merely a practice, but since you finished your errands early you had to come see her. There was nowhere you’d rather be. The moment her dance ends time seems to stop, as she holds her elegant pose in the soft lights, looking ethereal. Then she relaxes, and her eyes find you. Her cheeks heat up and she appears ready to burst with both glee and fluster.

“You’re absolutely stunning, as always. I think I fell in love all over again! Craig loved it too!” You gush with rapture in your voice when she comes down to greet you. Her heart soars at your praises.

“Thank yo- who’s Craig? Did I miss something?” Her glee falters a little, replaced by puzzlement. You swallow, realizing your slip-up. Her gaze follows yours as you cast it to the ground, where a small geo fungus stands.

“Um, Nilou, meet Craig!” You smile sheepishly, finally bringing your eyes back to her. But she keeps staring at the lithic creature, watching curiously as it begins to roll around her feet before settling back beside you.

“A fungi?” She questions, and you begin to fear that this was a bad idea. With bated breath you wait as she intently observes it. Suddenly a smile spills across her face.

“He’s adorable! I didn’t know fungi could be so well behaved!” She giggles, and you feel your whole being relax at her enthusiasm. The creature begins to jump around too, excited by her positive tone.

“I was hoping we could look after him together, if you’d be alright with that.” She meets your gaze and beams brightly, her face nearly glowing.

“Of course! Ooh, maybe I can teach it to dance! It could join the theater!” She giggles again and latches onto your arm, settling herself into your embrace. The fungi leans itself into your leg too.

“It seems I might need to compete for your attention,” she says, noticing the fungi. You smile between the both of them, enjoying being surrounding by their affections. Nilou laughs as you struggle to give them exactly equal attention all the way home.

“Home sweet home,” you say once you finally arrive. The fungi and Nilou enter together, and it warms your heart seeing them already adjust to each other. But what warms it even more is how they both cuddle into you once you’ve settled into bed, and you can’t help but feel that this moment is the definition of contentment.

[sluttybibuck]

i’ve avoided leaks cause i’m going to a listening party but i’m so curious and scared… is ttpd good? is it as bad and annoying as the redditors are saying?

and ftr i loved the sound of midnights, i’m a synth pop enjoyer, idk if that affects the consensus

tbh I didn’t like midnights on first listen and now it’s in my top 5 and ttpd is SO GOOD if you’re a tried and true taylor swift fan you’ll like it it has everything a taylor album is she’s got cringy lyrics jack overusing the synth and sudden lyrics that slap you in the face and leave you absolutely winded!! i had a blast listening to it and honestly i think most of the hate is people disappointed that she didn’t drag joe through the mud

i LOVE that she called out annoying swifties and told them to mind their own business, for that song alone I stan this album

Is it my favorite taylor album? No. But i had fun and some of the songs are certified bangers and honestly im just happy we have new taylor music to freak out to

Also who knows ive only listened once maybe when i go back to listen tonight ill love it even more

Idk i think people are too caught up on folklore/evermore like yes that is her magnum opus she’s probably never gonna do it again so just listen to the music and have fun if you can’t then well. leave.

Anyways have fun at the listening party!!! I hope you don’t like matty healy cause she murders him with this one and you like synth pop so im sure youll love the album

[bee-writes-spooky]

Home

Summary: A small 'What If' where Bob never really wanted to be a cannibal and eat somebody but eyes told him to, or like possessed him to do so. Now what happens if his s/o finds him in a bloody situation?

Warning: Blood, some gore(?), angst, death, mentions of cannibalism, drama.

A/N: Hopefully this was good. this plot came off of the top of my head and wrote it at 2 am — lemme know how it was! :) Prolly will rewrite this or sumn in the future.

It was late in the afternoon as you closed up your own shop. You had you're own business in town while your husband had his. He had insisted and proposed his idea of you and him working together side by side as owners many times but you always politely declined, wanting to continue your own business.

Being the understanding man that he was, of course he understood that you wanted to have your own work. But his offer still stands.

Locking the shop up, you sighed happily, ready to come home to Bob again.

With a smile, you walked through your usual route back home as you recalled recent memories of you and him. If you were being honest with yourself, Bob had been acting odd this week. He hadn't played with Lila or Jaune for a while like he used to do every afternoon break.

You were sure he hasn't even spoke to them for a while now. They had asked you about it this morning, sadness all over their face.

Bob had also been a bit distant, paranoid even.

You really did plan to ask him about it but things got in the way and whenever you did, he always shrugged your questions away like it was nothing.

A frown formed on your lips as you neared your house. You reached into your bag, searching for the key. As you finally found your key, you inserted it into the lock and unlocked the door.

And in it's result, it creaked open.

The familiar scent of your own home made it's way to your nose. You stepped inside and closed the door as you call out your husband's name.

“Bob?” You called. “Honey?”

No answer.

He isn't home.

You sighed heavily, placing your coat onto the coat hanger. Maybe you could make dinner for tonight while waiting for him? Maybe listen to some news to pass the timr?

With that, you went off to your kitchen, finding a radio to turn on. As soon as you found one, you began to make a favorite meal you and your husband loved as the man on the radio began to speak.

Chopping up the ingredients, your head was lost in space as you thought to yourself. The sounds of radio chattering had blended into the background.

What if Bob had gotten an extra shift? Or a sudden big order?

Or worse?

You shouldn't think about that. You caught yourself scratching at the thought.

Before you could fall even deeper into the well, your ears practically perked up at the radio's news;

“At the time of 5:33 pm, 4 people have gone missing this week. I repeat, 4 people. I request you all to keep yourselves tucked in your homes an-”

You gulped as you shut out the radio noise once again.

4? 4 people? You couldn't believe that. Everyone in this town knew each other's names. There's no way crimes like kidnapping or murder could be rising now.

Still, shaken in shock and fear, you decided to call Bob. Just to warn him.

Placing the knife down with the chopped ingredients, you washed your hands before walking over to a nearby phone.

You dialed his number and waiting for him to pick up. It went to voicemail.

'He must be busy,' you thought.

"Hey there, sweetheart, just wanted to call in to check up on ya. I was listening to the news today and just wanted to warn you that apparently four people have gone missing this week. Im just worried for our safety, especially yours, right now. Call me back soon, hun."

You tapped on the end call button before proceeding to go back to work.

-

9pm.

You were anxious. It had been roughly 3 to 4 hours. Bob was supposed to come through that door like a proud grills owner and maybe even scoop you up with a smooch.

You're anxiety had grew from extreme worry alongside the thought of the harsh reality that life bestows upon people had finally reached your husband.

The dinner you had prepared had already gone cold hours ago. There, sitting, in the dimly lit dining room as the moonlight shone through the gap between the two cream colored curtains that blocked most of the view of the window.

And yet not a piece of your meal had been touched.

No, you couldn't eat without Bob's warm presence. The sweet smile he gives you everytime you placed his plate in front of him even though he insist he'd cook.

You lost your appetite.

You then had decided to go look for him, you brought a flashlight, your phone, your coat and a scarf. It would be cold at this time of night.

Turning off the lights to your home, you stepped out of your home once more. The freezing air hit your face as you walked. You winced but kept your pace. The only thing that kept you going was your husband.

Familiar faces walked on the cold concrete sidewalks. Passing by without another thought. Some waved at you, maybe even shared a hello, but you only could nod or hum as you swallowed your pain.

Your eyes darted to the wedding ring on your finger as you scrunched your brows together in worry. Memories flowing back to you.

Soon, you finally hit the block the restaurant was built upon.

But — it was already closed.

True fear started rise within you. You could feel something in your throat. A breathy sigh escaped your lips. A misty fog in shape of your breath manifested due to the cold air.

.

.

.

Clang!

A loud metallic noise was heard from an alleyway just beside the restaurant.

If you weren't petrified with fear, you were now. In other times, you would have dismissed this as a cat or possibly some homeless guy going through junk. Either way, checking it out wouldn't be the first thing you would do.

Suddenly, you could hear soft cries. Maybe wails.

Hurt washed over you. Why?

... You hesitated ... Yet you did it anyway.

You called out.

"Hello?" Voice quivering from the cold and terror. "Anyone there? Bob?"

You didn't even wanna hear a reply. Or even another sound. Eyes darted towards the sky, capturing the bright moon above you as it shined down on you as you choose to step an inch forward towards the dark alley.

Ashort yet pained cry escaped a person's throat.

It called out to you. Almost asking for help — asking to confirm if you were really there.

"G..Gumdrop?" The sound of your fiance's voice and the use of your pet name immediately raised your heart rate. The feeling of relief washed over you. He wasn't dead, or missing.

You quickly ran into the corner, taking the flashlight out of your pocket. It was dark and you could barely see anything.

The flashlight clicked and the light beamed bright from it. You shined the light onto the direction ahead of you, too excited to see Bob again that why he was there in the first place hadn't registered in your mind yet.

"Bob, I—" The small smile on your face quickly turned into one that of pure horror. Your eyes widened, mouth slightly ajar as you stood in place. You felt your heart drop into the pit of your stomach. Hand gripping tight on the flashlight as the other end of the glowing beam of light landed on Bob's kneeling figure, watching you.

He was towering over something — someone. Blood flowing close to where you stood. A gun by it's side on the ground.

The body had been missing an entire arm and a shoulder as they clearly died due to blood loss. It looked like it was ripped right off.

You saw him there, trembling, blood all over his face and hands of which he brought closer to his face, as if trying to hide himself from your gaze.

You should have been running! Backing away as you call him a monster. He killed somebody for Christ's sake!

But you saw the horrified look, the shock in his eyes. As if he was being forced to do something he didn't like. His once calming eyes had turned to one of bright cyan.

He mumbled out your name accompanied by many unintangible words of what you could assume was apologies.

Bob looked away, "A-Ahm sorry, gumdrop. It, It made me do it." His voice was filled with dread and regret. He wanted you to look away. "Ah.. couldn't control.."

He looked more terrorized than you. It made you want to just go to him and hug his figure to comfort him.

"Bob, Bob.. What- What happened?" Voice trembled and hands shook while you continue to scan his barely covered face, hoping he was telling the truth. Your feet were glued to the ground and yet you could feel your legs shake.

"Please, go." He pleaded. Bob looked at you, his hands moved away from his face.

You were mighty scared, yes, but you didn't follow his pleas. In fact, you did the exact opposite; you stepped closer. Your legs still felt wobbly but that's what your body thought was right at the time.

Bob shook, Why'd you come closer? More incoherent words fell out of his mouth.

You continued to come closer to him. Your face was filled with fear and worry. But that wasn't going to stop you now, was it?

"Gumdrop, please." He almost begged.

"No." You stood your ground. "I'm not going to leave you here.

Bob blinked in confusion. "Ah ate somebody.. ahm a monster."

"Not to me." You were at least four steps away from him, flashlight still in hand. The freezing air didn't bother you anymore, especially that you had something more important to tend to.

Bob looked away again, attempting to hide his bloody face from your eyes.

"Look at me." You ordered yet your tone was soft. He obliged. "If you were a monster, would you hurt me? Or anybody on purpose?"

You gulped at the question you gave him. Maybe you were too confident.

"No! Why would I ever hurt ya, gumdrop?" Bob's tone was filled with hurt. Why would you ever think that? Were you really that afraid of him? But how could you ever come back to him after what he's done?

"Then you're not a monster." You came to a conclusion. You were much closer to Bob now, about an arm's reach. "You're scared. You didn't want to do it."

Your lips trembled and your eyes pricked with tears. "There's an explanation and I know it. I might not understand it right now but I'm not going to stop loving you."

Your husband's eyes stared into yours. He was searching for a lie, a catch. That you were just playing with him.

But he couldn't find it.

He muttered something that you couldnt hear. You asked him to repeat himself.

"Even if Ahm like this?" His breath hitched.

"Even if You're like this." You're hand touched his shoulder, feeling the soft cloth of his red sweater, not minding the sticky blood on his torso and arms. You couldn't bare to leave him like this, in a dark place. Metaphorically and physically. You couldn't just run away and make his life worse.

Bob couldn't bare to lose you.

You coaxed him to stand up. You were going to help him, no matter how fucked up this is. Even if it means cleaning up the victim's body.

He obliged and stood up, returning to his full height as he looked down at you with doubt. His eyes were still of a cyan color. You're absolutely clueless but you know it wasn't his fault.

"Why?" Bob whispered to you. "Why didn't ya just go home, darlin'?"

You smiled sadly at him. "Home is where the heart is. And by God, Bob, it resides with you."

[sleepysheepd]

Finding You

…

Ok this dream was vividly concerning. Not only was I pregnant but my partner was badly hurt. Oh my future days of being pregnant still remains a mystery.

…

I started to dream people gathering, getting out of their cars, parking where this hotel was it seems. I saw people I knew and some local people I might not know. I noticed it was a gender reveal party for my baby.

The baby is a boy, and I remember going up in front with my partner for everyone to see. My partner and I were to announce the gender of our baby although I wasn’t ready. I kept telling him on our way up to the front not to tell them yet. And I felt a sudden regret that our baby was a boy. I kept telling him not to announce it. And pleaded more. But he let out the reveal like a grand finale to an orchestra concert. And I just remember feeling sick and upset. I felt betrayed and invisible and inadequate. I remember looking around after and seeing everyone happy and cheering. But I wasn’t happy. I did a terrible thing and tried to get their attention by fainting and at that point I realized I fainted on my stomach. I was upset, but only because none seemed to notice and continued to celebrate. I don’t know why Hurting myself and my baby was okay. I think I passed out after.

Next thing I know I got up from the ground, and I felt a scar on my head. How did I get that? I thought. Then I immediately thought of my bf. Where is he? I hope hes okay? I just felt waves of emotion, worry, and guilt.

In my dream I tried not to worry. And I think I found a way to see into the future. I don’t remember how but when I did, I visioned the worst case scenario, which I saw him hurt himself badly. And then I visioned the best case scenario, which was finding him and saving him. And thats what I wanted to do.

I desperately looked around and I saw a group of boys/men who I thought new my bf. I went to then and I asked one guy where he might be. Although they seemed busy in a group conversation to care, one guy mentioned eventually that my bf could be in the bathroom.

That was it. I went rushing to the bathroom. I didn’t care about anything else. The guilt and worry of something bad felt overpowering. I did not know where the bathroom was. And it was a long way there.

As I was speed walking through the halls, i noticed a girl, an old classmate of mine. I felt like she saw me but tried to avoid me and kept walking away. But she glanced back. And in my dream I just thought - follow her. She walked to the mens bathroom, then quickly walked passed and exited away from me.

The bathrooms and everything about that place seemed fancy. It felt like I was at a fancy hotel at that point. You know, like a hotel with a penthouse floor?

When I walked into the mens bathroom I noticed the bathroom doors reached from floor to ceiling and the ceiling was tall and high. I didnt care about going into the mens bathroom either, even though I was afraid to get caught. I just barged in at that point. And I heard one person only and thought that was him. I heard a thud or something and I just barged through his door.

I saw my bf sad and upset and his face seemed beat up. I immediately thought he hurt himself. And I felt sad with him. “Im sorry” i said, with the most heavy heart. I put hands on the checks of his face. I was relieved to find finally find him. I tried to comfort him and said sorry over and over. I felt so bad. But I was so happy I found him and kept him from any danger. He hugged me in the end and I felt that he was happy that I was looking for him.

…

This dream was so vivid. I never want to feel this way ever. And I would never feel bad about the gender of my baby. I told my bf when I woke up and he was also asking about the baby. He said, “what happened to the baby?” I laughed and told him, “I was worried more about finding you” but now I realized that although it was all a dream, the baby was the one that got hurt. That moment made me realize something more important. That when you love someone, the precious things you create together becomes more important than yourselves.

Is that what love is?

[bbyquokka]

Drive ♡*.✧

➥ pairing: Lee Minho x F!Reader

➥ genre: smut, 18- DNI

➥ synopsis: after a sudden change in weather, minho picks you up to drive you home. however, you had other ideas

➥ warnings: smut, unprotected sex, car sex, public sex, blowjob, throat fucking, riding, pet names [ kitten, babe ], creampie – if i missed any, lmk

➥ words: 4.1k

➥ a/n: i haven't been feeling motivated lately, self doubt and all, im doubting whether to post this tbh. but here is a little something. im going to go back to jamming to MAXIDENT. hopefully i'll be feeling like myself again but in the meantime, enjoy. [ repost bc i fixed my tags. ty for being patient & understanding ]

Feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

➥ m.list  

Strolling through the freezer section, you hummed softly to yourself. Your eyes darted along the various frozen foods until they landed on your favourite section – ice creams

You grinned, doing a mini hop to the freezer and opening the tall door. The ice cold air hitting your face creating goosebumps along your skin. you let out a small 'brr' as you grabbed your favourite flavour of ice-cream, letting the door spring close.

You beamed, happy that you were finally able to get what you have been craving for days. As you walked to the cashier, the pet aisle caught the corner of your eye

You walked down it, the shelves decorated with dog and cat food, treats, litter, toys and accessories. You stopped at the accessories, eyes scanning along the various collars. Red, white, black, pink, orange. Some with bells and bows, some without.

You hummed to yourself thinking of what to choose. You settled on one black with a bell and two orange, one with a bow and one without

"Perfect." You grinned. You walked to the cashier, paying for your items before walking out of the store. As soon as your foot hit the concrete, a downpour of rain started.

'Oh no!" You whined. The smell of wet concrete hitting your nostrils as you watch the rain become heavy, bouncing off the concrete. A burst of cold air flowed through you making you shiver.

With your apartment being a one hour walk and the next bus arriving in thirty minutes, there was no chance you would brave the rain, not without an umbrella at least.

You put the cat collars in your pocket, fishing around for your phone in the process. You opened up your messages, opening up your conversations between you and your boyfriend – Minho

you: helppppppp 😭

my love 😻: What's up? Are you okay, kitten?

you: It's raining and i don't have an umbrella 😭

my love 😻: bus?

you: it arrives in 30 mins 🥺

my love 😻: hide under a bus shelter or something?

you: 😑 can't you like, pick me up?

my love 😻: now?

you: duh! yes now!

my love 😻: im busy, kitten

you: then become unbusy! what if i get sick? then you will have to look after me and we won't be able to do anything 😉😇

my love 😻: what do you mean?

you: 👉🏼👌🏼💦

my love 😻: fuck.. okay okay. I'll come get you. where are you?

you: the grocery store

my love 😻: okay. stay there. I'll be there in 5

True to his word, Minho arrived in 5 minutes. You ran to his car, hands above your head in a makeshift umbrella. The rain was heavy, indicating that a possible storm was approaching. You got in the passenger side and smiled at your boyfriend.

Minho was wearing blue denim jeans and a matching jacket. His jeans were tight, showing off his dancer thighs extremely well, a white t-shirt underneath with tanned coloured boots and freshly dyed black hair styled with curls, he looked so divine to you – it took all your willpower to not pounce on him there and then.

Minho looked over at you, keeping one hand on the wheel. Your clothing was soaked, sticking to your skin. Your face was shiny from the rain water as your hair was wet, droplets of water dripping from the ends of your hair.

Minho raised his brow, slowly checking you out. You shifted in your seat feeling small from his piercing gaze.

"Are you just going to stare at me or?" You questioned. Minho chuckled.

"Well, the only time I ever see you wet." Minho smirked, emphasizing the word wet "is when you're in the shower. So seeing you like this is a turn on."

You blushed a deep shade of red, putting your seatbelt on and placing your ice-cream by your feet. "Shut up and take me home." You mumbled. Minho smirked and laughed, driving out of the parking lot.

A silence fell upon you both, one that didn't feel awkward but comfortable. Being in Minho's presence is enough for you to feel love and wanted – he didn't need to express it through words

The way Minho shows his love is different from what you're used to. Many people show it through words and gifts. "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." "Here, I bought you roses." but Minho has a subtle way of showing his love.

Although you weren't used to it at first, you soon learnt that it was the littlest of things that count. You were sick? Minho would be the first person to be at your door with a bag full of remedies. He would scold you for not taking care of your health, telling you it's important.

You once questioned him why he never bought you chocolate or roses or even a teddy.

"You'll eat the chocolates in 5 seconds, the bear will just sit on the bed and be useless and roses die too fast. If I wanted to give you a gift, I would take you somewhere where we could make memories together, something that feels more precious than some cheap shop bought roses."

That's when you learnt Minho has his own love language and even though it's not what most people are used to, you are and you wouldn't have it any other way.

You love Minho and you know he loves you too – he doesn't need to prove that with some cheap roses.

The sound of the rain hitting the car roof was comforting. The windscreen wipers at max speed. It was rush hour so many people were getting impatient, beeping their horns and shouting at others. You shivered, goosebumps rising on your skin as the rain water began to dry up.

"You cold, kitten?" Minho asked, noticing the way you shivered. You nodded slowly. Minho turned on the heating, the warm air warming you up slowly.

"Thank you, babe."

"No problem Kitten. You can always turn it on, you know. I know it's my car but you know that what's mine is yours." You smiled softly at him, heart swelling with love and admiration for him as you looked at his soft features. His eyes focused on the road, one hand on his thigh whilst the other was on the wheel.

"I know babe." You put your hands in your pocket, feeling the collars you placed in there earlier "Oh!" You shouted excitedly, making Minho jump and blink, his eyes flickering to you for a split second.

"I found these!" Minho stopped at a red light, looking over at you as you pulled the collars out of your pocket, holding them up and beaming brightly. "Aren't they cute!"

"they're a little bit small for you, kitten." Minho winked. you playfully punched his arm, cheeks turning a bright pink.

"They're not for me silly! For soonie, Doongie and Dori!"

"Kitten, they're so sweet but you know they don't like collars all that much." You pouted, placing the collars on the console before sitting back in your seat

"I know but I instantly thought of them when I saw them."

"I know kitten. It's very sweet and thoughtful of you, so thank you." Minho placed his hand on your thigh, stroking it softly with his thumb whilst occasionally squeezing the flesh.

His touch sent electric shocks to travel all over your body. It was embarrassing to how, with just one touch, you're putty in his hands. You couldn't resist him, no matter how hard you try and especially today, when he looks so divine to you.

Minho's focus resumed back on the road, his hand staying put on your thigh. You pressed your lips together in a thin like, looking out of the window watching the water droplets travel down the window.

Minho's hand travelled further up your thigh, his fingertips ghosting your skin. A simple, innocent action it may seem to him, but to you, he was getting dangerously close. Your mind starting whirling with thoughts, thoughts about his fingers pumping inside you, curling against your walls.

How his eyes would be on you at all time, dark and full of lust. Dirty words escaping past his lips, making you squirm. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, biting hard as your skin got hot to the touch.

"You okay, Kitten? You feel a little warm." You dared look at him because you knew he knew what he was doing and the effect it has on you. You knew just as much as he did that one look was all it would take for you to melt.

"I'm okay." You tried to convince Minho, not letting him have the upper hand and knowing the current hold he has on you. You looked at him, placing a hand on his thigh.

This time, it was Minho who bit his lip, his eyes glancing down at your hand. You mimicked his own movements, stroking up and down his thigh, traveling further and further up until you was dangerously close to his crotch.

"Kitten." Minho spoke sternly, warning you. You looked at him with innocent, doll like eyes.

"What's up, Minho?" You asked, innocently. You ghosted your fingertips across his crotch, feeling his cock. Minho swallowed, his adams apple bobbing up and down.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Touching you." You said, nonchalantly. Minho groaned softly, struggling to maintain his eyes on the road ahead. You squeezed his thighs, feeling how thick they are beneath your hands

"Gosh Minho. I love your thighs." You mewled

"You do?" His eyes cocked up

"Mhm. I love how thick they are. They're so muscular and sturdy. They feel really good when I ride them, grinding my pussy along them slowly. Bucking my hips as you tense your thighs. It's so – blissful." You mewled, smirking as you felt his cock twitch against your hand.

Minho let out shaky breaths, his hand gripping the steering wheel. his jaw muscles visible clenching at the sides.

"Kitten, you know the rules."

"Do I?" You looked at him with your innocent doll eyes, fluttering them. Minho glanced at you and let out a shaky sigh. It was clear to you that he was struggling to maintain his composure.

"Don't start something if you're not going to follow through with it." Minho growled. You mewled softly at his growl. You pressed your legs together, rubbing them to create friction.

You unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his cock out of its restraints. Minho sighed softly at the release. You licked your lips as you eyes his cock up and down slowly. A good length with thickness. His tip was red and shining due to the pre-cum spilling out of his slit. His veins prominent on the sides, fading at the tip.

You swallowed, wrapping your hand around him. His skin felt hot against the palm of your hand. You let out a shaky breath, eyes fixated on his throbbing cock. Your breathing slowly became laboured as lust ran straight to your core.

You rubbed his tip with the pad of your thumb, smearing the bead of pre-cum over his tip. You hummed in satisfaction as Minho let out a throaty groan, hips bucking slightly. You ran your fingernail across his slit gently and slowly before wrapping your hand around him, pumping him slowly.

Minho was slowly losing his patience. Your small hand on his cock, fingers barely wrapped around him. He loves it so much. His hand gripped the wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. His hips bucking in your hand, his lips in a thin line as he struggled to focus.

"Ah shit." He mumbled under his breath taking a sharp turn on the road. You continued to rub your thighs together, pining softly.

Minho pulled up at a busy car park, turning off the engine and slouching in his seat. His gaze turned to you and you shivered. His eyes were so dark with lust, it almost scared you. The change in atmosphere made you shift in your seat.

Grabbing your wrist, he brung your hand to his mouth, kissing the palms before kissing each finger individually, his eyes locked onto yours.

"Well, are you going to finish what you started or am I just going to sit here with my hard cock out?"

"Of course not. You should know by now that I always finish what I started, Minho." You winked. You unbuckled yourself and leant over to him. You started of by kitten licking his tip, his salty flavour coating your tongue.

You hummed at the taste, wrapping your hand around his base. You have him gentle and slow tugs as spat on his cock head. A string of your saliva slowly falling and detaching from your mouth, landing on his cock head. You licked your lips, watching it roll down the sides.

Minho hummed softly, the palm of your hand coming into contact with his tip as you used it to smear your saliva, rotating your wrist. You gently squeezed his cock head, rubbing his tip with your thumb as you applied pressure to it.

A throaty grunt left Minho, his hips bucking at the feeling. He kicked his head back against the car seat, his fingers finding their way to your hair. He tucked it behind your ear gently, his gaze never leaving you.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, your mouth opening slowly. Minho caught his bottom lip between his teeth, anticipating your next move.

You wrapped your soft lips around his cock, the warmth and wetness of your mouth encapsulated Minho making him shiver at the feeling. You lowered your head until you had half of him stuffed in your mouth.

You hummed around his cock, loving how stuffed your mouth felt. You bobbed your head up and down slowly pressing your tongue flat against his sides. You wanted Minho to slowly get lost, to embrace the feeling of your warmth.

Your hand alternated between squeezing and massaging his balls to stroking the other half of his cock. You closed your eyes slowly, feeling yourself getting lost in pleasuring your man. Sweet groans and hums rippled from Minho's throat, his gaze never leaving you.

"C'mon kitten. I know you can take more in the little mouth of yours." your eyes fluttered open, gazing at him through your lashes. You hummed, the vibrations tickling Minho's cock.

You removed your hand, halting all movements. You flattened your tongue before slowly lowering your mouth further down. Soon, your nose hit the pit of his stomach, his cock so deep down your throat, it threatened your gag reflexes.

"That's my girl." His compliment ran down your spine and straight to your core. Compliments and praises are your weakness. Something about hearing how well you're doing made you quiver with need.

You bobbed your head up and down, allowing Minho's cock to stroke your throat. Throaty moans left your boyfriend's lips, his eyes slowly closing as he allowed himself to bask in the feeling.

"Such a pretty girl with such a filthy mouth."

He bundled up your hair in his fist, his hips suddenly thrusting upwards on their own. You whined the best you could as his cock stroked your throat, tip hitting the back over and over again.

Drool pooled at the corners of your mouth, tears lining your lower lash line. You dug your nails into his thighs as you let Minho use your throat. Strained, breathless moans rang through your ears. Minho was struggling. Struggling to keep his composure. Struggling to not shoot his load down your throat.

At this point, your panties were uncomfortably wet, sticking to your folds. The amount of lust and need you were feeling was slowly becoming unbearable. Sure, you love it when he fucked your throat, but it's not your cunt.

You pulled away from his cock with a pop. Drool coated your chin and gave his cock a light shine. His eyes slowly peeled open as he looked at your rosy cheeks.

"Minho. Please, I need you." You whined

"Need me where, kitten." His thumb grazing across your bottom lip, collecting some of your drool.

You took your pants off before sitting back in your seat, back against the car door. Your gaze never left Minho as you parted your legs giving him a full view of the large wet patch that had formed on your cotton panties.

Minho swallowed slowly, nostrils flaring as he panted slightly. Your hands travelled down your stomach to your clothed pussy. You grazed your fingertips lightly across your folds, feeling your wet patch against your fingers

"Here Minho. I need you here." You pined. The amount of lust you were feeling was making you feel sick and dizzy.

"Back seat. Now." Minho instructed. You crawled over to the back seats, Minho following shortly after. You knelt, sitting on your feet as Minho pulled his jeans and boxer shorts further down so they rested at his knees. He sat on the seat, legs spread as he lazily stroked his cock.

"Clothes off." You nodded, slowly peeling your clothes off until you were naked. Luckily for you both, Minho's car had blacked out windows but the thought of being in a busy parking lot made you quiver with lust.

"Look at you. You look oh so pretty and delicate. I cannot wait to corrupt your pretty mind, kitten." You whimpered, his hand reaching out and cupping your breast. He squeezed and massaged the flesh, occasionally rolling your hard nipple between his fingers.

"M-Minho. Please. I need you inside me so bad, it hurts! I've been needing you since I got into this car!"

Usually, Minho would tease you. Take his sweet time in sending your senses into overdrive. As much as he wants to see you squirm and beg for him to fuck you raw, he too, is also at his limit.

"Come here, kitten." you crawled over to him, straddling his waist as you held onto his shoulders. You core hovering over his cock, his tip threatening to enter you.

"Help me Minho. It's unbearable" You begged. Minho captured your lips, kissing you sloppily. There was no coordination in the kiss, just teeth and tongue crashing against one another and the feeling of hunger for one another mutual.

You reached behind you, grabbing the base of Minho's cock and guiding it towards your entrance. You slowly lowered yourself, hissing at the burn as his cock stretched you. You lowered yourself until all his length was deep inside you.

Minho pulled away from your lips, attaching them to your neck. You shuddered at the feeling as he sucked and kissed your delicate skin. Purple bruises slowly forming as you lifted your hips up and slamming yourself back down. You both moaned in unison, Minho's hands flying to your waist, holding it tightly.

You picked up the pace as you felt yourself getting used to his size, your pussy loosening with each bounce. The burn subsided, pleasure taking over. You gripped onto his shoulders, using him as leverage as you picked up the pace.

"Fuck me. So good. So deep!" His cock stroked your walls, tip hitting deep inside you. Minho kicked his head back, basking in the feeling. He licked his lips at the sight of you riding his cock. Your cheeks rosy pink, mouth hung open as your breasts bounced freely.

"Your pussy is so tight, kitten. I can never get used to this feeling."

You hummed before halting your movements. Minho gave you a questioning look as you smirked. You leant back a little, slowly moving your hips back and forth. Minho let out the most delicious, sinful moan making your core quiver with lust and excitement

"Fuck, fuck. Kitten, fuck!!"

"Feeling good, babe?" You smirked, knowing full well what his answer will be. He squeezed his eyes shut, his hands still on your waist helping you with your movements. His lips parted as he panted softly. A thin layer of sweat coated his forehead, his hair sticking to it.

It's a beautiful sight to see and you thank the heavens above that only you can witness this beautiful man crumble beneath you.

You rocked your hips back and forth faster, moaning at the feeling as Minho was losing his composure – slowly but surely

"Fuck, kitten. I can't. I'm sorry." His eyes peeled open slowly as you looked at him confused

"What do you have to be so–" You didn't get a chance to finish your sentence because before you knew it, you were pinned on your back on the cat seat, Minho towering over you.

He gave you a seductive and dangerous look – a look that could kill a man. He took his jacket off letting it fall down his arms and onto the floor. His t-shirt soon followed. Your eyes scanned his chest and abs, practically mewling at the sight.

Grabbing your legs and parting them wide, Minho pushed himself inside you, bottoming out. You moaned loudly, his hips moving in powerful and relentless thrusts. His cock stroked your walls with each powerful thrust, tip hitting your deepest parts.

You moaned loudly, not caring that the outside world could possibly hear you. You were so lost in the pleasure that you almost wanted to be heard. You wanted people to know how good you was being fucked, you wanted to make people jealous.

"Good. So good."

"M-Mhm. I'm not going to lie kitten, but I don't think I'll be able to last for much longer."

"M-Me neither, Minho."

Minho let go off your legs, leaning over you as his hands planted against your head on the car seat. You wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him close to you. His hips making quick work on you.

Your slick coated his cock with each pull and push. Pants and moans mixing together with skin slapping against each other harshly. The wet sounds coming from your pussy rang in Minho's ears, making his cock twitch inside you.

You gripped onto his biceps, digging your nails into the skin. He looked so beautiful and out of it. His hair wet with sweat from sticking to his forehead, beads of sweat rolling down his temples. The air was thick and humid making it impossible to breathe whilst making you feel dizzy. The car windows steaming up from the humidity.

"I can't. Kitten, I can't. I'm so close." Minho whimpered, his movements becoming sloppy. You felt it too, the knot in your stomach tightening with each thrust. "You look so perfect to me, kitten that I can't hold it no more. I'm going insane for you."

"Me too Minho. I've been wanting you since i got in the car. Everything about you drives me insane. Your looks, your cute little habits that you have, your scent, your voice – fuck, you're driving me insane, baby."

Minho hummed, nodding slowly in agreement. His head hung low as his hands balled into fists beside your head. His thighs shaking and burning from tensing so much.

"Kitten, I can't–" Minho looked at you with desperation.

"It's okay, baby. Don't hold back." You cupped his cheeks, connecting your lips together in a slow and passionate kiss.

A whine came from the back of his throat as his movements stopped. His cock buried deep inside you as he shot hot ropes of cum. You curled your toes, feeling your own orgasm washing over you. You moaned Minho's name against his lips, your cunt clamping down on his cock.

Minho shallowly thrusted inside you, your cunt clenching and releasing around him, milking him some more. Minho pulled away from your lips, soft pants hitting them as he pulled out of you slowly. He rested his sweaty forehead against yours, panting softly as he came down from his high.

"Fuck." was all he managed to choke out making you laugh softly. He gave you a delicate kiss before pulling away from you. You sat up slowly, whimpering as you felt some of his cum slowly trickle out off you

"Sorry, kitten." Minho said sheepishly, feeling somewhat guilty. You shook your head slowly

"Don't be sorry, babe. I loved it." Minho gave you a soft smile, kissing your forehead gently before getting dressed. You did the same, crawling back to the front and sitting in the passenger side as Minho sat in the drivers side again.

You picked up your ice-cream, pouting as you looked at it with a sullen look.

"What's up kitten?"

"My ice-cream has melted." Minho laughed softly, his perfect bunny teeth on display

"Don't worry kitten. There's plenty of ice-cream back at mine. That is if you want to stay over" You beamed brightly, nodding your head fast, causing Minho to chuckle.

"Absolutely!!"

[garoujo]

「 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐌 | 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍 」

summoning the second eldest to cure your boredom seemed like a bright idea at the time, but you didn’t expect him to be that sort of busy.

warnings : f. reader, pining, mammon masturbates over you and gets caught, breeding, grinding and a very short handjob.

word count : 2.6k

note : this came into my mind so suddenly and i had to write this, im gonna be doing some hcs for the others (and more mammon) this week for the same scenario also.

this was mammon’s problem, you were his problem—not in a bad sense but he couldn’t stop thinking about you, nights spent together were never enough and he wanted nothing more than to spend every moment of his time with you.

not that he’d ever admit that, too embarrassed incase you reject him—he’d never hear the end of it from his brothers, it would just give them another reason to tease him, as if they even needed one, which is why he buried his feeling instead, even though that’s why he ended up in situations quite like this one.

“shit—c-can’t believe a human’s got me all, fuck—all riled up, why d’ya have to be so pretty, h-huh?” mammon grumbles to himself as he lies back on the couch in his room, jeans pooling around his ankles on the floor while his pretty fingers wrap around the base of his cock, giving it a few shallow pumps before he hisses through his teeth, pulling the fabric of his shirt up until it’s caught between his teeth.

the white haired demon sinks into the plush cushions as his thighs tremble, swiping his thumb along the beads of precum that gathers at the blunt tip before smearing them along his shaft with a few needy, languid pumps. his skin feels sticky as he continues his movements, flicking his wrist in practiced motions while his head falls to rest over the back of the couch.

mammon’s eyes gloss over and flutter closed, not being able to control the way his mind immediately goes to you—your smile, your laugh, your scent, every single detail about you ingrained in his mind and his hips twitch at the thought of your hand replacing his right now, the image of the fat head of his cock glistening and disappearing into your fist.

“f-fuck—“ he hisses, clenching his jaw as he recalls the way you’d call his name, your tone dreamy and honeyed everytime it would fall from your lips, like it’s reserved just for him and he can’t help but think about how much prettier it would sound through a moan.

mammon sloppily pumps his cock as he remembers the nights he’d spend in your room, pressed up against your side while you both watch a movie, and he’s panting shamelessly as he remembers the way your body felt against his, the feeling of you relaxing in his embrace and the heat of your skin against his.

his back arches as he huffs, twisting his hand around his cock just like he likes, forming a tight circle around the pink glands and squeezing, accidentally letting a shakey, languid moan of your name fall from his lips as his fingers graze over the sensitive head of his cock once more.

“can’t believe y-ya have me, hngghh—d-down this bad for ya, hah”

—

im so bored— you think to yourself as you lie on the mattress in your room, flicking through your DDD for any sort of entertainment but you’ve been staring at the same photos on devilgram for hours now, and you need something else to stimulate you, anything else.

and then you had an idea, it wasn’t unlike you and the second eldest demon to end up in each others room late at night—he was the one you’d become closest with during your stay at devildom, quickly finding yourself attached to the silver haired brother considering you spent most of your time with him.

you’d found comfort in his company quickly despite him still being a demon, playful banter between you both came naturally and maybe he’s exactly what you need to cure you your sudden need to do anything, you realise as you push yourself up onto your knees.

you could text him, but you were a little impatient in your boredom and decided you’d just summon him instead—he wouldn’t mind right? it was mammon, if anything he’d either be in his room or at a casino losing all of his money right now, so you’d really be doing him a favour.

..hear me, denizens of the darkness, you who are born of shadow and you who give birth to it. hear me and do as i command, i call upon you to send forth one of your number—

i summon the avatar of greed, mammon.

or so you’d thought atleast but that was definitely not the case when he’s sat across from you now on your bed, flushed from his cheeks to his chest as his back rests against the wall opposite you.

his pupils are blown wide, most likely with lust before they widen when they suddenly meet yours and he freezes, his ringed fingers twitching from where they’re still wrapped around his cock, his hair a mess of silver under his other hand where it’s tangled in the locks and was that your name that just fell from his lips?

“mammon—“ you gasp, feeling yourself burn hot at the sight of him before you, and the tone of your voice almost sounds like a plea while your eyes travel down his toned abdomen, all the way down the parts you too had only dreamt of.

mammon feels too warm in his almost nudity before you and he swears he feels his flush deepen even more when he realises where he is, what’s just happened and who the hell is seeing him like this right now as he inhales sharp, the fabric of his shirt caught around his chest.

“wha—what the hell d’ya think you’re doin’, j-just summonin’ me l-like that? i—i dunno what ya heard but, but i-i wasn’t thinkin bout ya or anythin if that’s what ya think.” the silver haired demon babbles, panic coursing through his veins and he hisses at how still painfully hard his cock feels, feeling it twitch against his palm when he notices your gaze fixed on it and he grumbles in embarrassment.

“i’m sorry! i—i didn’t think you’d be busy with this, uh, i was just bored.” you breathe, and suddenly something burns through you—a sudden determination that has you shuffling on your knees, rubbing your thighs together for the friction that you suddenly crave, and he notices.

“do you want help?” you say suddenly, cutting off whatever complaint mammon was about to whine as it’s replaced with a heavy silence, one that makes the room feel thick and warm as you meet his eyes.

“what d’ya mean? y-ya don’t have to, i—i was just changin’, it was nothin’, i mean, d’ya want to—“ he exhales, still frozen from where hes facing you but he relaxes slightly at the question, gives himself a chance to really look at you for any signs of teasing but your face is pinched, eyes heavy with an emotion that probably looks similar to his own as he slinks himself further against the wall.

“i want to.” you smile, a reassuring kind when you lean onto your hands, inching yourself closer to him, slowly—like you’re giving him the option to back out as you kick off your shorts on your way, revealing the skin of your drool worthy thighs and the peek of your clit that’s just barely visible from where he’s sat, watching you slink into his lap.

“y-ya can do what ya want, s-since ya interrupted me and i mean, ya know i cant s-say no to ya.” mammon grunts, his need for you evident in the way his hands are quick to guide you onto his lap, pulling you in for an eager, messier, sort of kiss—hoping you can tell how much he’s thought about this, thought about you.

you feel so warm and soft, his broad hands pulling you closer, as close as he can get as your fingers wind in his hair and he shamelessly grunts, grips your waist when he feels the soft, slick folds of your pussy rest against his cock beneath you.

“y-ya sure ‘bout this—ya know im a demon.” mammon huffs, thighs quivering at the lurid back and forth sway of your hips on his lap, you feel better than he’d ever imagined, so comfortable and warm as your body melts into his before you nod. “im sure.” smearing kisses along his cheeks as the bump of your clit catches on the swollen head of his cock while you both twitch and sigh.

his chest jumps with an inhale when you press yourself closer against him, he can feel your tits against his chest through the fabric of your shirt, your hips never stopping their intoxicating motions while his hands squeeze and knead at the skin of your hips, his blush stinging at his skin and he feels like he’s back in heaven.

“m-mammon.” you gasp, crooning when his cock twitches against you and the look he gives you is wide eyed and full of need as he mindlessly rocks you back and forth along the length of his cock. “y-ya look so pretty, i—fuck, wanna be the only one to see ya l-like this.” mammon grunts, his voice catching with a shock of pleasure with another lewd swirl of your hips and he feels his toes curl, lips parting to grind out another groan of your name that’s clearer now than it was when he first appeared in your room.

the saccharine rub of your skin against his is making him feel delirious when he rasps out a breathless laugh, the humid air in the room feels like it’s filling his lungs when he pants and his head spins with the soft bouncing motion of your body on his cock.

your choked moans ratchet up in pitch and mammon feels your hips twist above him, squeezing his strong hands around you as he drags you greedily along the sensitive bumps and nerves on his cock, grunting with eachy greedy swirl of your clit until you pull back and he gasps, watching your fingers wrap around the base of his cock exactly like he’d thought about as you twist your wrist, using the mixture of your slick and his precum while you breathe moans across his flushed cheeks.

“you’re g-good at that, ya tryna make me cum? fuck—i ain’t gonna let ya do that, ya need to be feelin’ good to o-or else it’s a waste.” mammon gasps, legs stiffening before he looks at you, your eyes wide with desire as you pump his cock with everything you’re worth and suddenly he really feels like he’s losing all self control.

but he remembers that even though you’d tell him he was still sweet enough to be an angel after he’d playfully remind you he could eat you— he’d still fallen, he was still a demon now and lucifer had warned you about dangling desire infront of people like him.

mammon was good at controlling himself, when it mattered—being the only brother who’d never used his powers against you and he’d keep it that way but this was different, he needed you and by the way your lips part he can tell you need him too—so he gives into his desires, just this once, and the room spins when he twists you underneath him—pressing you into the mattress beneath you both as he looms over you.

“i gotta have ya, i—i gotta f-feel ya, baby, shit.” he groans deep, dipping his body to bury his face in the crook of your neck as he inhales the all too familiar sweet smell, peppering a few needy, wet kisses along the dip of your shoulder as he swipes his fingers between your glistening folds, making sure you’re wet enough for him before he grabs his cock, lining it up almost impatiently.

mammons lips part softly when the fat head of his cock finally pushes past the entrance of your flexing pussy, your arms shakily wrapping around his shoulders as he pushes past your folds and sinks into your warm cunt—burying his needy groans and whines into your skin as he feels you twitch around him harder and deeper he goes.

“q-quit tightenin’ around me l-like that, goddamn, is that why ya really summoned me? y-ya must’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout this—bout me, probably gonna start callin’ me y-your mammon.” he babbles, words raspy and mumbled as his cock glides past the spot that has your thighs twitching either side of him, and you both sigh when he finally bottoms out, stilling his movements for a few moments as he tries to calm his own breathing, dizzy spin clouding his mind from the feeling of finally having you.

his silver hair falls over his face when he pulls back to blink down at you slowly, bright eyes still heavy with lust when he finally pulls his hips back, exhaling heavily before rolling them back into you and you gasp before grasping at him when he begins a steady pace.

“yes, been thinking about y-you—“ you plead, voice like a mantra while your needy walls rewarding each languid thrust with a twitch around his sensitive cock that has him moaning loudly, loud squelching noises growing louder as you call his name once more and he pulls you in to kiss you messily, dipping his tongue past your lips to taste yours as he draws you closer.

mammon feels like his mind is spinning with the pleasure you give him, his tongue dragging along yours eagerly before he pulls away to grin at you because he can’t believe this is finally happening, before he begins a pace that’s a little faster, rougher.

you hiccup his name, feeling his breath fan across your neck as lust driven curses and whimpers fall from his lips with each smack of his lips against yours, feeling him melt into you when your fingers continue to tighten around the silver of his hair. “ya feel s-so good, baby.” he grumbles, his movements becoming sloppier but the strength and speed behind each thrust remains as your body claps against his.

the blunt head of his cock feels like it’s kissing every part of you, thickening and throbbing with each needy coax of your tight cunt as his pelvis grinds against your puffy, sensitive clit everytime his hips meet your own.

mammon’s hips buck almost wildly into your needy heat as his grip on your skin turns almost bruising, your body stilling suddenly when the familiar rush of warmth from your orgasm finally washes over you.

“ya m-make me feel s-so good, that’s right—take it, shit.” he groans, pulling back to pull you in for another feverish kiss as he lets lewd whispers of how pretty you are fall from his lips, your pussy squeezing around him until he finally stills, giving into the needy coax of your walls. he spills into you with babbled curses and praises between low growls as he allows your cunt to milk him, shallowly thrusting his load into your sensitive walls and only stilling when he’s hissing from overstimulation, almost collapsing on top of you as you both bask in the pleasantly sleep gaze that follows.

“do you want me to call you my mammon?” you breath, lips curling into a smile when you hear mammon groan from his place beside you, his cheeks puffing out into a pink cheeked pout as he tilts his face away from you despite his arm encouraging you to cuddle closer.

“n-no, i mean, i know that ya probably wanna do that so that’s why i said y-ya can that’s all! knock it off— s-stop lookin’ at me like that.” he grumbles, slowly turning his head to glance over at you and there’s a slight nervousness in his eyes when they meet yours as his heart thuds against his chest.

“ya better not go summonin’ any of the others, ya hear? ‘m the only one ya gotta summon when you’re bored!”

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