#If you guessed cocoa you'd be right

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Who Dares Summon Me: Human Vaggie & Charlie

Vaggie: (sitting in the living room of a piece of shit apartment and reading from a "demon summoning" book. the sound of gunfire and police sirens barely even registers to her ears anymore)

Vaggie: Okay, so I got the Pentagram, a goat (glances at two goat plushies she stole from a name brand toy store) Fuckers will live..... they make millions in a day.

Vaggie: Candles... (glances at the Bath & Body Works, cinnamon and vanilla scented candles)

Vaggie: And... blood.... uh.... (Looks at the bucket filled with water, corn syrup, red food coloring, and cocoa powder to help create a blood effect) Fuck... demons can tell the difference between real and fake blood, right? Dammit.

Vaggie: (cuts her finger with her pocket knife and lets] a few drops fall into the bucket) There. That should work. Now, let's see-

Lute: (comes out of her room half naked and throws a pair of panties at Vaggie) Yo, Vagina! Adam stole your underwear again as a prank, I guess. Here.

Vaggie: (gawks as she catches the garment and spikes it to the floor) Lute! What the fuck?! Can't you control your fucking boyfriend??? How did he even get into my room?! I keep it locked for that reason.

Lute: (grabs a beer out of the fridge, pops the cap off on the counter, starts chugging, and flips off Vaggie as she returns to her room for whatever round she and Adam are on)

Vaggie: Sick perverted sons of bitches... (turns back to the book) Read the forbidden script and make a pact. (Scoffs) Okay, edge lords. I'll give it a go.

Vaggie: (recites the script with some difficulty)

..........

Vaggie: (relaxes her back against the couch) Can't say I'm surprised. I literally bought this online for six-

-Fire tornado erupts from the Pentagram and burning red eyes stare down at Vaggie from the inferno-

Demon Charlie: WHO dares summon the powerful Princess of Hell- Oh, fuck!!! (Trips over the bucket and falls face first into Vaggie's lap, revealing that she is wearing a red dress with black thigh high stockings)

Vaggie: Jesus Fucking Christ!!!

Demon Charlie: (face still pressed against Vaggie's crotch) You have a very comfortable lap.

Vaggie: (grabs demon's horns and pulls her up so they're sitting in front of each other) You're actually a demon?

Demon Charlie: (blinks) Considering the fact that you're still holding my horns, I have this adorable little tail (waves her heart-shaped tail in hello), and I came straight up from Hell because of your summoning circle. Yup! (Sees the plushies and gasps) Oh! You even gave Razzle and Dazzle their own conduits! You're so sweet!

Vaggie: ...........Who?

Demon Charlie: Razzle and Dazzle! You know. My pets. It's written in chatper six, paragraph five, sentence three. (Snaps her fingers and the two goat plushies turn into two living goat demons with wings)

Vaggie: (scouring the book) What?!

Demon Charlie: (snuggling her boys) Also, I know you had to use a little of your own blood to make this work, which I promise to help heal that cut on your finger by the way, but Thank You So Much for just using fake blood! I always feel so bad when people actually use a bucket of real blood. I usually let my dad take those summonings.

Vaggie: (glances at the bucket rolling across the floor then back to the demon) Y-Youre dad?

Demon Charlie: Lucifer, the King of Hell. (Light bulb goes off) Oh! I never completed my introduction! I'm Charlie Morningstar, Princess of Hell and heir to the throne. Pleased to meet you!

Vaggie: Uh.... Vaggie.... I never would have expected the Princess of Hell to be so..... bubbly....

Demon Charlie: I get that a lot. Now! What can I do for you? How can I help? Do you need money? Power? A soul you'd like for me to devour?

Vaggie: N-No... nothing quite like that....

Demon Charlie: Oh, thank Satan! I hate eating souls. Most of them taste so bad!

Vaggie: Uh-huh.... Well.... I don't really have anything for you. I got bored and decided I'd try this out...

Demon Charlie: (disappointed) Really? But you sold me your virginity. Surely, there's something you want in exchange!

Vaggie: I'm sorry. WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?

Demon Charlie: Drop of virgin blood and (holds up Vaggies lavender panties) an article of clothing that covers your most intimate desire.

Vaggie: (silently screaming)

Demon Charlie: H-Hey! If it makes you feel any better, I'm still a virgin, too! (Under her breath) Not from lack of trying on other asshole's accunts, but still....

Vaggie: Ay, Dios mio!

Demon Charlie: Well, I can't take your payment until you come up with something you want, soooooooo! (Transforms into a human)

Charlie: (snuggles up to Vaggie's side) I'll just have to stay here with you until you come up with something!

Vaggie: (catatonic)

[1pepsiboy]

Just Like A Movie (Matt Sturniolo fluff)

Description: After a morning of fliming, Matt wants to enjoy fall activites with his girlfriend (reader). Inspired the song by the Wallows and Matt's love for fall time.

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: None, just fluffy and silly Matt!

A/N: This is my first Matt writing, so sorry if it's not totally accurate! Lol I do requests! Currently anything Chris, Matt, Nick, and Colby!

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Matt, Chris, and Nick were filming a guess 21 different halloween candies challenge. You sat on the couch behind the camera, scrolling through your phone but periodically looked up to glance at your boyfriend. Who would cheese when you did. Sometimes you'd make a silly face or comment, distracting him enough they'd have to restart part of the segment. Finally, they finish and Matt was the one closest to getting them all right. It wasn't surprising since he'd won guessing 21 different drinks.

Matt makes his way to the couch and wrapped his arms around you immediately. He nustles his head into your shoulder for a couple minutes and you run your fingertips up and down his back. Then he gives you a quick peck on the lips, mostly because Nick and Chris were still in the kitchen and they would make jokes about it.

You lick your lips and furrow your brows. "Hmm... I taste Snickers? No, Reese's?"

"(y/n)!" Matt whines lightly.

"Wait, wait, wait." You kiss his soft lips again. "It's Kitkat!"

A giggle escapes Matt and he lightly rolls his blue eyes. "Can we go do fall things, babe? Get away from those idiots over there. I've had enough of them today."

Nick flips him off as Chris fake laughs and makes a face. "So unoriginal Matt."

Now you roll your eyes. "Let's leave these losers to their lame things."

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"I can drive if you want, babe," you suggest as you make it out the door after Matt changed his outfit to fit the vibe more. It's early afternoon now and barely a breeze to make it feel like a real fall day.

He shoots you a side smile and unclips the keys from his jean beltloop. "No, that's okay, I don't mind."

The two of you get comfortable in the front seats, starting up the recent playlist you created.

"Where to first?" you ask.

"What about... apple patch? Wait, I mean pumpkin picking... Fuck, I mean apple picking and then a pumpkin patch."

You reach out and lace your fingers with his. "I'd love to go to an apple patch and pumpkin picking. Maybe hot cocoa after?"

He nods and you put in the directions for the nearest apple picking farm. The two of you sing along. And you couldn't help pointing out people going about their daily lives. It takes up most of your conversation before you arrive at the farm.

Matt locks the car before he clips them back on the their loop and takes your hand. The apple farm was free to anyone, but they had a jar and square for donations/tips. You take out your card for them to do a $5 donation, and Matt doubles the amount.

You take a small basket and pull him over to one of the trees. Unfortunately most of the reachable ones were picked. But both of you still attempt to get one or two by running and jumping. You know you look like idiots, however you didn't care.

Matt gets a video of you as you finally acquire an apple and show it triumphantly. "That's right. No tree is a match for me! This apple is my bitch." You bite a chunk of the crispy green apple.

Matt laughs. "Babe, we're supposed to save them to make caramel apples!"

Your eyes go wide and you laugh as you chew it to a point you could speak. "Sorry, I can get another one."

He slips his phone back into his pocket as he shakes his head. "Let's try a different tree.

The second tree was a similar situation despite it just being on the brink of fall. There were a lot of early birds.

This time you get a story of Matt snagging two apples and he tries to not show how out of breath he is. "Ahh! Hah! I got some."

The two of you try two more trees and manage to get a few more.

There was a station for you to either bag them right away or make them caramel or chocolate covered before leaving. You spend far too long deciding on how many should be caramel and chocolate, and what toppings should be on them. You think of each brother and friend that'll want one. By the end, there's only one left and neither of you made one for yourselves.

"You choose," Matt says, kissing your cheek.

With creative intuition, you make it half and half, then smear all sorts of toppings on it and present it. Matt rests his hand on top of yours and takes a bite out of it.

"Mm..." he nods and runs a half through his hair, most of falling back in place. "I like what you did with the caramel and chocolate."

You take your own, attempting to lick the excess off around your mouth. "Delicious."

Your next stop was at a nearby pumpkin patch, which was also a little picked over. But there were still enough to enjoy and walk around a little bit. You pick up a few of the biggest ones you could find to get photos with.

Matt pulls you in for a selfie. His eyes squint as the sun is directly in your eyes and fumbles backwards. This causes him to run into a bundle of baby pumpkins and his butt lands on top of the stems.

"Fucking shit!" He groans as he holds onto his ass and rolls over on the ground.

You hold back a laugh and help him up. He paces back and forth a couple times.

"I'm done with the pumpkins," he sulks.

"Let's get hot cocoa to make it all better," you baby, jutting out your bottom lip.

He tries not to laugh but it didn't work.

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You enjoy a small walk as you sip on hot cocoa, the sun starts to go down. You hold the to-go cup tightly between your palms in the hopes to warm up your hands. You forgot to bring any sort of warm layer. Once the sun is gone, it feels like fall now.

Matt shoots you a concerned look. "Are you cold, babe?"

"A little, yeah," you laugh under your breath.

"Here, wear my sweater, (y/n)."

"No, it's fine."

It's too late, he already took his jacket off and pulls the vintage sweater over his head. You take the sweater and tug it over your short sleeve tee. The warmth of the material and from him wearing it all afternoon engulfs your entire body. It sends shivers down your spine from the temperature adjustment.

Matt has his jacket back on and wraps his arms around you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. He kisses the crook of your neck. "Better?"

"Absolutely."

The two of you reminisce on your adventures of the day. Ultimately, though, it leads back to a few of the couples around you in the park. One were unashamedly having a full on make out session underneath a tree. Another were taking cutesy photos in matching outfits.

"You'll never catch us doing that," Matt comments.

You raise your eyebrows at him. "Did you forget the matching pj pants we had for christmas last year?"

"That doesn't count," he scoffs lightly. "It was only pants. I mean, like, top, pants, accessories, the whole fit. It's just cringy."

You giggle. "Whatever you say, Matty B."

"It is! Are you saying you want to do that?" He sips on his hot cocoa. "Cause that might be a deal breaker."

"Not seriously. More in an ironic way. Like those people on tiktok doing the 80s style photoshoots at JcPenny. Now that would be fun and not cringy!"

He shook his head. "No, nope."

"Come on!" you argue. "Think about the memories we could make!"

"Absolutely not, it would be embarrasing."

You roll your eyes. "That's kind of the point, babe."

"Still," he retorts.

"Fine." You sigh lightly. "I'll just ask Chris to do it with me. He won't care."

Matt shrugs, finishing the last of his drink, and tosses it into the nearest trash can. "Okay, you two have fun with that."

"We will." You do the same with your drink.

You sense Matt's a little down now and force him into a hug. "Thanks for today, babe. You're the best."

He falls into your body more and lets out a deep breath. "Any time, (y/n)."

[tangyangie]

𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

desc. their favorite winter activities.

notes. i wanted to wait to post this when it was snowy outside for me but that never came because it never snows anymore sobbing !!!1!11!!1!

anyways this is like a modern-ish au... i guess??

snowball pelters. as soon as you step outside, you're getting a load of freshly balled up snow—the powder having been turned into an extremely dense sphere—straight to your face. if that's not enough, you'll get some down your back, too. oh, how they just love to see your face cringe out of frigidity, squeezing your eyes shut and mouth so eager to speak, yet being unable to get a single word out. they'll laugh with no shame and taunt you, so your only choice is to take a snow shovel and bury them. see how confident they are then, being completely submerged in the white powder. they'll curse you under their breath (lovingly) and follow you around all day, refusing to not torment you by tossing messily made snowballs at you.

yelan, HU TAO, yae miko, WANDERER, heizou, cyno, TARTAGLIA, faruzan, eula, beidou, xinyan

snowman makers. they are the most adorable beings you'll ever see. so concentrated on getting the proportions of the snowmen right, even if they're not the best at it. they look at others' snowmen and get concerned that their own may be a little... unsteady. meaning, the head was too large for the body and was constantly falling over and destroying itself. with a frown, they'd be determined to get it back up on their own, (politely) refusing help. once they get the snowman to hold up long enough for them to go find some sticks, you'd fix it up for them. taking a little bit of snow off the top, adding it to the lower half, and reinforcing the bottom with some rocks covered in snow. once they come back with arms for the snowman, you innocently smile, sitting down in the snow as they eye you suspiciously, but smile and pat you on the head. do they know? ...you can't be sure.

XIAO, gorou, furina, kazuha, KOKOMI, albedo, collei, shenhe, ayaka, TIGHNARI, nilou, ganyu

hot chocolate drinkers. they cozily sit inside, watching their favorite re-runs as they sit on the couch. they watch the people freezing outside with a smug look, lazing around and doing absolutely nothing, wrapped in the largest blankets they could find. this is their... fourth? fifth cup of cocoa, and the bag of mini marshmallows they take from is quickly shrinking. honestly, they feel like a teddy bear with how warm they are. you've got no clue how they're not sweating and dying from the heat. their smirk makes you want to toss them out into the snow and watch them suffer, but they suffer enough when they accidentally spill burning hot cocoa on themselves.

lumine, LYNETTE, venti, kaveh, KIRARA, yoimiya, aether, ayato, MONA, xingqiu, lisa, yanfei

driveway shovelers. they are stuck outside all day, working on clearing the asphalt of snow. it's almost hopeless—the snow doesn't stop, so any of the driveway that gets cleared is covered again in only minutes (it's so tired...) and all that you're left with is someone who's extremely close to face-planting in the snow. honestly, they're probably hoping to get hypothermia—at least it'll put them out of their misery. but them, being the hard workers that they are, miraculously manage to finish shoveling, and join the hot chocolate drinkers after their time in hell, collapsing on the couch (and probably falling asleep).

DILUC, wriothseley, neuvillette, dehya, JEAN, keqing, CANDACE, zhongli, thoma, shinobu, noelle, mika

hill sledders. they'll bust through the door at the first speck of light, holding anything that they could safely use as a sled. honestly, they would sled on a shoveled pile of snow if there wasn't a hill, but they're determined to find a good place to sled. so, they'll drag you along, running around until you can spot some type of slope that'll get you faster than 1 inch per second. once you do, they're so excited they'd probably forget the sled on the way up. so, you're stranded at the top while they carefully slide back down to retrieve the sled. by the time they get back to the top, you're already unimpressed, but they manage to cheer you up. they sit you on the sled and push you down, hopping behind you and holding you tight. cause if they weren't, you probably would've been found sticking out of the nearby heaps of snow.

amber, NAVIA, lyney, fischl, ITTO, charlotte, xiangling, bennett (crashes into a tree), kaeya

sleepers. exactly what is sounds like. they will be BURIED in bed all day. not even a fire alarm will be loud enough to wake them up—they are completely knocked out. honestly, they wouldn't even realize it. they were just so cold when they woke up in the morning, so they didn't even bother to leave. they instantly fall back asleep, so the only way to wake them up is leaving them until they thaw in the snow.

ei, baizhu, chongyun, ROSARIA, alhaitham, ningguang, sucrose, LAYLA, freminet

notes. ngl winter would be the best season if it wasn't so damn cold 🤗🤗 it's soooo pretty IF IT SNOWS

also listened to beabadoobee's cover of winter wonderland at least 30 times today so go do that please

and i have never gone sledding before actually so if it sounds like that "𝖘𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖟𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖍𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖊" thing i'm so so so sorry

[curseofaphrodite]

hey babes, i saw you were looking for marauders requests and i’ve been obsessed with remus lately, so if you have time and inspiration, i’d like something about just in general what it’s like being with him in the fall, like does he lend you sweaters, do you go on dates, walks, does he make sure you scarf is secure before you go out because it’s windy, does he warm your fingers when they get cold,… just anything remus and fall vibes really :) thanks lovely !!

The Perfect Fall Boyfriend

Remus was an autumn boy. It was easy enough to guess, but it's only been a year since you befriended the marauders (you've to thank the fourth year exam scandal for that) and so, it's the first autumn you're actually spending with them.

Remus transformed to someone else the exact day the first red leaf fell. The sweaters, the hot cocoa that's constantly in his hands, the books - you know this has always been him, but in autumn it felt right.

Making these observations one by one made you realize you were a bit too oblivious to your own intentions. Someway or another, you had actually fallen for the brunette boy.

Unsurprisingly, James had been the first one to notice it. He always wear his heart on his sleeve, whether that's with friendships or simply chasing after Lily Evans, so to see someone obviously trying to cover up their own feelings hadn't went unnoticed.

He soon confronted you about it, and he was too upfront about it that you couldn't even bring up a proper lie.

He kept bugging you to ask out Remus, until one day, you did.

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"Uhm, Remus?" you called, knowing you had to be silent in the library. You would have preferred to be mute altogether, but James had been giving you the evil eye for a while now. You did promise him you'd ask out Remus today.

"What's up?" Remus didn't even look up. His eyebrows were scrunched while he was reading the Transfiguration book, and he assumed you might have some academic doubt of sort.

"It's not important but-"

"Oh, then hold that thought for two minutes, let me get this spell right." Remus didn't sound rude, just confused. You blinked and stayed silent per his wish, but not before throwing an ugly look at James.

"Hm hm hmmmm nope, can't figure it out. What were you going to say?"

"Well, you know how Slughorn's party is coming up?"

"Is it?" he still appeared distracted so James gestured for you to hurry it up.

"Yes, and remember how we both got the invites?"

"I got an invite?"

"Oh, for Merlin's sake." You pushed his book close and skid it across the table to James. "Can you listen to me for one second?"

"Oh right, sorry." Remus cleared his throat. "So you were saying...?"

As much as he got easily distracted, you got easily annoyed. You stood up angrily.

"Well I was asking you to come to the party with me, but it's clear you'd much rather ignore me altogether."

"Slughorn's party?" Remus The Oblivious looked unfazed. "Are we doing a prank there?"

James facepalmed in the distance.

"No-" you began, way too slowly, because Remus cut through again.

"Then why'd we go there?"

"Because I wanted to go with you!"

"But you never wanted to go either."

"You know what, it's okay. Forget I said anything." You picked up your books hurriedly, not meeting his eyes. "I've to go."

"Y/N?"

But you'd already left, making a mental note to put a hex on James's broom later.

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Rest assured you avoided Lupin the next few days and he quickly came to miss your absence. He asked around, and no one knew anything about it. No one except James, who quickly went on a speech about he'd never go on dates if he keeps his head buried in books. He did not get the correlation, but once it struck his oblivious brain, he froze.

Y/N L/N asked me on a date? - shock started creeping on his face.

And I didn't realize it?

More shock.

And I said NO?

Remus's face drained of blood. He ran away to find you, leaving James to rant to the wall.

That night, you were studying in the common room when a windswept-haired Remus approached you a bunch of lilies in his hands and an apologetic grin.

"I didn't get the Transfiguration spell right because you were sitting next to me." He said softly. "And I couldn't concentrate on anything else but you."

You rolled your eyes, but smiled in return.

He let out a breath of relief.

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It's been two days into your relationship and two weeks into fall, and so far, nothing could have been more perfect.

Everything Remus was a part of, so were you. The picture of autumn he made for himself suddenly felt very empty without you.

He was nervous on being a bad boyfriend, so he made sure he'd never even come to the 10 mile radius of it. He made you hot cocoa, he took you out to Hogsmeade, he lent you his sweaters, he put up study dates - he tried to earn your love as much as he tried in his schoolwork, but with more determination. It was adorable and concerning at the same time.

You had to give him a surprise of your own one day, when he walked into his empty dormitory and found a stack of new books, a love letter, some flowers, and a photo album of everything you did till now which included the marauders. They were all a part of you, so your story was incomplete without them.

Remus took that as a sign to relax, that you weren't going to be bored of him anytime soon. But he continued on with the fall dates, as if he's making each and every one count.

And he so did, because those autumn memories became a tradition over the years - right down to the aisle.

THE END

commissions | kofi

[bimb0fy]

test your worth; part two of perfect girlfriend

parings; monkey d luffy x reader, sanji & reader (platonic)

warnings; violence, blood, swords, kinda suggestive in the beginning.

summary; the crew, even after meeting you, had still refused to believe luffy's claims, that you were a fanastic cook and sword fighter, yet they had to be proven wrong now, don't they?

Requested by: @royaltysuite @avitute @ashers-bakery

ᵐᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡⁱˢᵗ!! | ⁿᵃᵛⁱᵍᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ!!

— You woke up to Luffy, snuggling you close after the exciting night you had, you stirred to the side, picking up Luffy's shirt that was lazily discarded onto the germ infested floors, grabbing your shorts from the other side as you took your bandana. You tied your hair before walking out to the kitchen.

It was a habit of yours to cook breakfast every morning, a routine you were not to break so easily. It kept you alert and in the repetition of the mornings, it gave you comfort. Waking up everyday to do the thing you enjoyed. You hummed to the song playing on the radio as you walked into the kitchen to find a black-eyed Sanji. You giggled causing him to turn around.

"Why hello there, I must say, its nice having company this early in the morning." Sanji smiled as he prepped the ingredients, flour, eggs, sugar, butter. He's making pancakes.

"Pancakes huh?" You smiled at the boy who laughed. You walked towards the island, grabbing a bowl as you cracked the eggs into them, beating them as you added the other ingredients.

"A cooker huh, guess Luffy was right." Sanji nodded as he stared at your methods, it wasn't at a beginners level, in fact, rather professional, he smiled as he found a new partner in crime, someone to assist in his duties. It was comforting knowing he didn't have to wake up everyday at 5 AM alone to cook for his crew.

"Yeah, I used to help cook for my dad's crew." You answered as he smiled, dealing with the dry ingredients. The two of you spent the next two hours, sharing stories and laughs as you occasionally threw flour at him as you baked the goods. As he looked away, you added your secret, ingredients to the batch. Cocoa powder and maple syrup, it always took the pancakes to another level. You turned to the clock, it was 8 AM. "Oh shit, I gotta go get my stuff!"

"I'll save some for you!" Sanji yelled as you smiled at him as you walked down the ramp in Luffy's shirt. You could see some of the dirty looks a few new villagers gave you. A devil fruit eater, what a waste. That's what they all thought, but Luffy was different and you knew it.

You walked into your house, walking into your bedroom as you collected your belongings in two travel bags. One for your outfits and another for your special belongings and gifts from Luffy you hold onto. You grabbed a photo of you and Luffy as children with your father in the back. I miss you dad. For a while, you regretted not joining him on his last voyage, but also felt some sort of relief. It was always dangerous, you were 8 and knew how to wield a sword like the great Mihawk.

It wasn't the life you'd expect as a child, it never was with your father, you smiled at the picture, placing it carefully into the bag before closing it. It was time, you were going back to your old life.

Just this time with new people.

— Luffy yawned as he turned around to find the other side of the bed cold. She must have gone to get her stuff. He sighed as he walked to find the shirt he had worn yesterday, only to find it gone. He smiled before walking to his drawer, he always let an empty drawer in hopes of this day, he grabbed his flower shirt as he walked to the kitchen where both Nami and Ussop stood. Zoro soon emerged after Luffy staring at the pancakes that were made.

"I had a little help from a new friend." Sanji smiled as Luffy smile grew wider, he quickly sat down, taking a few from to his plate as he took a bite, the familiarity exploring his mouth. Her secret recipe.

"Whoa, what did you add?" Nami asked the boy who seemed confused. "I guess she added it didn't she."

"It's Y/N's secret recipe, I recognise the taste." Luffy nodded as Nami and Ussop looked at eachother. "I told you, she was a better cook than Sanji."

"I actually believe that now." Sanji smiled as you walked in, your bags left on the floor as Luffy stood up, he placed a kiss on youe cheek before smiling at you. He carried your bag as you sat down, taking one of your pancakes.

"I'm sorry I changed your recipe." You apologized to the boy who shook his head, he smiled at you as he took another bite, the flavourful pancake made him explode, he was sl curious. "I could teach it to you."

"That'll ruin the surprise." Sanji winked as you as you rolled your eyes, Luffy joined you as he sat down beside you, a smile evading his face as he kissed your cheek, placing his arm around you as he fed you your meal.

"I'm gonna go practice." Zoro announced as he stood up, grabbing his swords as he walked out, only to be stopped by Luffy.

"Well, Y/n could help you out!" Luffy smiled as you shrugged. He looked you up and down before nodding. You stood up, grabbing your sword as you walked with him towards the deck.

You noticed the crew watching the two of you to see if Luffys tales were a reality. You sighed as you got into position, closing your eyes. You often found yourself using sound to your advantage. You heard Zoros scoff as he yielded his sword, waiting for you to attack.

You ducked down, going behind him before kicking him, successfully taking him aback as you attacked, he raised his sword, it colliding with yours before you back flipped and slid across, kicking his legs down as you continue to collid swords.

He stood up, sliding to the other side as he tried to attack you with the back of his sword, only for you to touch the blade with your hand before kicking him in the stomach. Luffy quickly jumped down, examining the small cut on your hand.

"Shit, you okay?" Zoro asked you as you nodded.

"I held the blade, it's my fault anyways, you're not to bad tho." You smiled at the boy who nodded. Winking at you as in a 'your not bad yourself' manner before walking off to get the medkit as Luffy held onto the small cut.

"That was stupid." Luffy scolded you as you rolled your eyes, bandaging the wound before walking to the figure head with Luffy, placing your head on his as you stared at the ocean. "I'm happy you're here."

"I'm happy I'm here too."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Once Upon a Time 4

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Andy Barber

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your morning begins lazily. You're not used to functioning without a sense of urgency but it's nice. You take your time having your coffee and nibbling on toast in front of the television. You finally find the motivation to get dressed just after eleven, intent on hitting the country store before you let another day off fade into oblivion. You've been saying you'd go for months and it always turns into 'just don't have the energy.'

You take the train downtown then find a bus to the edge of the city, just a ten-minute walk from the country store. The commute alone is an hour, the temperature dipping even lower without the shield of the urban sprawl. You shiver as you finally reach your destination, like a warrior cresting the drawbridge of a mythical castle.

Inside, there's a cozy atmosphere. The smell of cedar wafts through the air as you marvel at the vast expanse before you. As you browse the signs denoting the contents of each aisle, you set off towards the wool section, hoping to finally teach yourself to knit. Just before the confection area, there's a small table set up and woman greets you before you can reach the crafts. She offers you a sample of chestnut cocoa. Sounds interesting, but somewhat unappetizing. The chill in your bones cozens you to the promise of liquid warmth.

You blow over the top of the cup, smiling awkwardly at the employee. The store is somewhat bustling but that area seems to be a bit dead. You taste it and give a wobbly hum. Not bad, actually. You'll at least be able to finish it.

"Oh, it's good," you say.

"If you would like to buy some, you can take a coupon," the woman offers.

"Oh, sure," you accept out of kinship for your fellow retail worker. You take a coupon and thank her again.

"What's this?" A voice has you quickly stepping out of the way as the rattle of a cart rolls close.

"Good afternoon, sir," the woman puts on her best chime, "would you like to try a sample of our hot chocolate?"

"Hm, I guess," the man drones and you freeze in the spot. No way.

You keep your head down as you sidle away but hit the cart parked behind you with your hip. You apologise without looking up but your name reels you back. You cringe at the store and go rigid, slowly turning on your heel to face Andy.

"Oh, hi," your voice piques, "what are you doing here?"

"Shopping," he says as if it should be obvious. He pauses and accepts the small cup from the lady at the booth. "Aren't you supposed to be working?"

He tweaks his brow and you look away guiltily, "uh, yeah, actually, I... switched shifts with Chelsea so... yeah."

"Wow, that's... interesting," he says, "well, interesting seeing you all the way out here."

"Yeah, very," you agree, almost genuinely. What are the odds?

"My friend recommended the place," he sniffs the hot chocolate but doesn't drink, "you come here a lot?"

You bounce on your feet impatiently. You glance over at the employee awkwardly watching the interaction. You've been there before.

"First time," you answer, "anyway, I... I'm just gonna keep going," you look at the worker, "I don't want to clog up the area." You wave a palm at Andy awkwardly, "nice running into you."

"You too," he returns quietly.

You swallow and back away. This is so weird. Coincidences happen, sure, but it's not like this place is a Target. You clutch your cup tight as you walk away, keeping your eyes forward as a shudder stays trapped in your ribcage. Something's just not right. Or maybe you're thinking too much.

You veer down the aisle of yarn and blow out the breath caught in your chest. You stop amid the various shades of pinks and purples and peer down into the cup. Your stomach is churning violently and you don't think it's the drink.

You try to shake off the encounter and linger amidst the needles and threads. You wander down the next aisle and browse the paints. You're not very artistic but you could probably manage a paint-by-number. You click your tongue and continue on without purchase. You're not sure you want to waste the money.

You end up near the checkout at the rack of handmade sweaters. You like the patchwork on the one, even if it reminds you of a 90s sitcom. You slowly turn the rack as you weigh the value of the sweater. You peek up and see Andy just on the otherside as he rolls his cart by. Before you can dodge his look in your direction, he waves. You have to wave back but quickly go back to searching the rack.

You take the off the bar and dally by the card stand, waiting until you see Andy leave before head up to checkout. You toss your empty cup in the bin at the corner of the counter. You go to the till and pay, taking your time as you dread the walk to the bus.

You accept your bag and receipt and zip up your coat on your way out the door. You check your phone for the bus times. You'll have to move fast to catch the next one or wait an hour for the one after that. You hurry past the parking lot, head down against the cold, and head up along the unpaved path parallel to the road.

As you get to the stop, you tuck your hands in your sleeves and face the road, peering longingly down it. You didn't see the bus drive by so you should be on time. You chatter as you hear gravel mulching in the other direction. There's a honk as the car slows and you grimace as you watch it take a U-turn and come up on your side. You wobble on your legs as the window rolls down.

"Cold out," Andy calls over the empty passenger's seat, "need a ride?"

You shake your head, "no, it's fine. I got other places to go."

"I don't mind. I figure since I'm out here."

"Really, I can't accept," you offer a vacant smile, "thanks, though."

"It's really not safe for you to be out here--"

"The bus is on its way," you argue, a bit more terse than you mean to.

"I know, I'm trying to be nice."

"It is nice, okay? But I don't want a ride."

He idles there, quiet, waiting. You have nothing else to say so you once more look down the road. He sniffs and grips the headrest on the passenger's seat.

"Why not?"

Your smile falls away completely as you look at him. Something about his expression adds to the frigid chill. You wet your dry lips and sway.

“To be honest, I don't take rides with strangers.”

“Well, I'm not a stranger,” he puffs out.

You shrug and shake your head, “I said no thank you.”

“Right, got it,” he huffs, “see ya, I guess.”

He rolls up the window as you stare at your boots. He drives away, swerving to reverse direction once more. You flinch as the gravel mulches and wait until the hum of his engine dissipates.

His last words echo, as much a threat as a promise.

[shyvien]

Here are 100 random quotes from Asmodeus!

Sourced from the OM! Wiki, chats, devilgram, screenshots I found, etc. I made this list to help with studying to write the characters in character. (Not really proofread, sorry if there are mistakes. Also, there may be spoilers. If so, they're minor spoilers)

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“Oh, my ♡ MC, you little minx! Are you trying to show off my lovely legs to the entire Devildom?”

“But the question is whether you really mean what you say. Maybe if I reach in, pull out your heart, tear it open, and have a look inside I'd know for sure?”

“Then let's stay like this. Mm... Your neck feels soft, MC…”

“I can't believe you would actually imply I was a pervert! I only wanted to give MC something pleasant to look at.”

“Anyway MC, why don't you go ahead and take off your clothes so the two of us can enjoy a nice bath together.”

“Asmo's special cutie-pie kiss! Mwah ♡”

“But now I feel alive again, sitting in here with you drinking nice, warm cocoa.”

“Yoo-hoo, little ghosties ♡ Go on, feast your eyes upon me..!”

“Ugh, it's so dark in here! I can't take it... It's just so EXCITING!”

“You must be curious to know just how wonderful a punishment can be...”

“I'd have to say I'm most afraid of... me!”

“Since you're so adorable, I'll lock you up in my own little love jail so you'll be all mine ♡ So, don't be shy. Come here, Darling.”

“Oh, be careful around my ankles, would you? Too much pressure will ruin my perfect legs.”

“I'm hopeless at this kind of stuff since I've never lifted anything heavier than a facial massager.”

“To be honest, I was hoping to drive you mad with desire! That was my eventual goal, at least...”

“Hehe. Can't move? Aww, look how good you're being! Now, you stay just like that, okay...”

“In other words, I want you to be my plaything from now on, so I'm never bored ♡”

“Ugh, I'm so dizzy..! MC’s the only one who can save frail little Princess Asmo!”

“Oh, while we're at it why not take a video? For your exclusive viewing pleasure, of course ♡”

“I mean, I suppose I could put on a little show for you...but it won't be cheap.”

“..What? Are you stupid? Is your eyesight just that bad? Do those eyes of yours even work, or are they just there for decoration?”

“You want to do whatever you can to make me happy, because I'm worth it.”

“Hehe, now look what I've done. I got so excited that I pushed you down onto your back! Sorry!”

“Help, MC! There's a demon staring at me like he's gonna eat me!”

“And that means something coming from someone as ridiculously beautiful as me. I don't really say it to anyone other than you, you know?”

“I mean, I'm adorable. Doesn't it just tickle your protective instincts?”

“You're so cute. When I look at you, I can tell what's going through your head, even if you don't actually say it. That's right.”

“I'm sorry for being so beautiful that even confinement suits me! Then again, I always knew I was fated to be the captive damsel in distress...”

“Like, first I imagine a beautiful man and a beautiful woman. And then I picture us doing ALL sorts of naughty things to each other!”

“And then they had to do the walk of shame! ♡”

“Oh, you might be right! The runny makeup look can be kind of sexy!”

“I'll go ahead and watch you. Just in case you have any trouble changing clothes.”

“Hmmm? Like what? Mammon, you'd better get your mind out of the gutter ♡”

“I mean, here I am, right next to you, still wet from my bath. You really don't feel anything?”

“I guess that means I'M GOING TO HAVE TO KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU...!”

“Ugh, I'm ready to die of boredom! So, come on! Dance for me. I can't wait to see what you can do!”

“That's our sexy Solomon ♡ See, I knew you could do it if you tried!”

“Really, you're just flowers. Listen to you bragging about how beautiful you are...it's kind of embarrassing.”

“Ooh, are you trying to figure out where WE should go on a romantic getaway?! Aw, muffin! You don't need to beat around the bush for that kind of thing! You can be honest!”

“Huh? You're my little dove from earlier, aren't you? MC, was it?”

“That's probably my pheromones ♡”

“You're the best, MC! Your dazzling smile has the power to woo every demon in the Devildom ♡”

“Whaaat, you're still alive? Well that's boring...”

“But first, I want you to know exactly what it is that threatens to rend a delicate heart such as mine to ribbons. So be sure to pay attention, love. Nothing makes me angrier than being ignored. Truly.”

“All of the eyes are on me, I charmed all of them! Just look at me! It's a sin to be this perfect!”

“Mmmfm… gonna take everyone prisoner… mm...”

“When I first heard that we'd be shooting each other with squirt guns and getting wet, I found the whole thing kind of stupid. But it also involved coming up with plans to drive your opponents into a corner and anticipating their moves... which I found pretty enjoyable.”

“If I were like Lord Diavolo, I could have any demon or human I wanted.”

“Aaaah, this is where I belong. Sitting on a throne!”

“Surely, tempting humans is what demons are all about?”

“And next time, you're welcome to be even bolder. I want your scent all over my clothes.”

“Oh my gosh! Even from behind, I am such a snack!”

“Ooh, I know exactly what you mean! It's like, you can't help but want to lie down together on a bed or a sofa and do all sorts of naughty things-“

“Butlers, you see...their services extend into the night, as well.”

“Aaah, I've never tried rope play before, but I think I like it ♡”

“That's a rather...traditional approach. I would've just seduced him.”

“There's just something nice about being completely overpowered and brought to submission like that, you know?!”

“Right now, I'm totally hooked on this exercise where I blow up balloons to strengthen my facial muscles. Do you wanna give it a try?”

“Filth? You should know that eroticism is a valid form of art.”

“I mean, I wrapped him in chains like you said, but l've got such soft, beautiful, tender hands. They aren't suited for such a rough job. Really, you should've known that…”

“Hehe. Lies are like accessories, hun.”

“But, I'd sure feel better if you came and comforted me. I mean, I'm aaaaall alone in my room right now. If you don't come over, I'll probably start crying on account of how lonely I am.”

“Let's meet in my room when the party is over. We can have our very own Valentine's Day afterparty, just the two of us ♡”

“I'm in desperate need of stimulation to my senses!”

“To think that even Mister Stiff and Serious Angel here is feeling his heart skip a beat...I love it! ♡”

“What the movie lacks is sexiness! Shall we add more revealing scenes, like me in a swimsuit?”

“...Ummm, is this some sort of joke? You look like a chicken in heat.”

“Oh, but with you it's different, MC! I only want to do your nails as an excuse to flirt ♡”

“Oh, how exciting! Better get back snug under the covers and wait for my impending arousal ♡”

“Yes, I do. I love butts!”

“It would be ideal if we were both au naturel, honestly...”

“Ahh, I feel so graceful when i'm shooting ♡”

“I left a dying message with lipstick, so you better catch the culprit!”

“Guess I'll just have to come over and shake things up for you ♪”

“See, I just knew you'd say that! Because we're obviously an extra-compatible super couple!”

“I'd love to. I'll make you look so good, you'll be drooling over yourself.”

“..No one will know if I take a single muffin, right? I'll just grab one while they're not looking. Yoink! ♡”

“Oh yeah, Satan is totally the type to start with the tongue first!”

“Look out, or I'll tear you to bits with my sharp claws!”

“Apologize? Me? I'm sorry, but I'm not quite sure why you'd want me to do that. I mean, true, I suppose an entire country was destroyed in the end, but how could I have known that would happen, hm?”

“Drastic times call for drastic measures. Step aside, boys my sexy dance is about to begin...!”

“Hehe. Trying to butter me up, are you? Tell me, what are you hoping will happen when you succeed?”

“I'm the life of the party. The eye candy, the one who makes everyone else feel better. I need to work hard, too...for the sake of my brothers!”

“Now, now, I may not be as quick to anger as the Lord of Fools, but still. If you don't do what I say, I might have to punish you…”

“By the way, your costume was really cute, MC. Just thinking about it makes my heart go pitter-patter!”

“And now I'm a demon. Which means I could charm any sorcerer, no matter how evil! I'll have him dancing in the palm of my hand!”

“Oh Solomon, THANK YOU! You're so amazing I think I'm going to swoon! I love you..!”

“A scolding? Ooh, I wouldn't mind being scolded by you, sweetie ♡”

“FYI: It's super obvious what's running through your dirty little mind right now, Mammon…”

“Brother dearest ♡ I'm sooooo thirsty! Could you get me some blood, please and thanks? ♡”

“My charm is the greatest weapon of all! I'll steal your hearts right where you stand ♡”

“Ooh, MC, are you on Devilgram and Fab Snap? Because we totally need to friend each other!”

“I mean, I suppose I could put on a little show for you… but it won't be cheap, you know? Also, I charge extra for pictures and touching.”

“Nuh-uh. I'll be the one to win that right! Prepare to be slain in style, everyone ♡”

“I'm actually quite exhausted. So, I was thinking you could hold me in your arms for a little while so I can recharge ♡”

“If you want to experience this exfoliating paradise with me, don't hesitate to join in ♪ You know I always have an open-door policy in effect for you, love ♡”

“If both of us are charging, there's going to be sparks”

“I need you to put some cream on my back for me ♡ Yes, a backrub and nothing more. If you, on the other hand, are looking for a happy ending, I'm more than ready, my dear ♡”

“Oh, is my little MC scared? Come cling to my bosom, darling. I'll make you feel aaaall better ♡”

“I'm actually going out soon, and this fastener is giving me so much trouble. I can't get it up by myself. It could really use a good tug ♪ I should mention that my back is extremely sensitive. The slightest touch, and...well let's just say it will be hard to hold back. So sorry if I get you too excited ♡”

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Number 100 is my favourite, literally makes me blush

I will be doing a part 2 for Asmo, he is just so chaotic and lovely!

𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

𝒮𝒽𝓎 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇 ༝༚༝༚

[levisonlylover]

Christmas with Levi.

Christmas is right around the corner, It was snowing. For one day, It looked peaceful in the survey corps. Normally they wouldn't mind the holiday as they don't have time for it. But you wanted to celebrate it with your partner, Levi. After the working hours you and Levi took a stroll around the workplace. You see the snow out the window and in the training grounds, For some reason that made you smile. On your way home, The snow was glistening in the sky, Some snowflakes would fall on Levi's nose, you'd giggle about it quietly.

"Y/N. Is snow the reason you love Christmas?"

You hear his cold voice. It was a genuine question, There was no real reason why you love christmas. It was usually the time you are spending with the people who grew up with you and even spent that time with the people you work with. Before you respond, you held his hand and looked at him

"No..It's more of the people I'd spend christmas with that makes me love the holiday."

As you answer him he smiles slightly at you. As you two get home, you would drink hot cocoa by the fireplace as Levi drank his usual tea. Recently you started knitting as a coping mechanism. You made him a black scarf. You brought out the gift, He looked at you in confusion.

"what is this, Y/N?"

"A little gift just for you."

As soon as he opened the gift, he didn't have any emotion in his body language. But he gave you a smile as he held the scarf. He loves it, In fact, the day after you saw him wearing it going to work. I guess Levi is the type of man who would appreciate your gifts by using it going to work as you both agreed to keep your relationship life private.

A/N: Merry christmas to all users in Tumblr and Levi Addicts. This was rushed since I am leaving for christmas eve. Have a wonderful christmas to all 💞🎄

[hyunip]

Ch. 1 Ch. 2

You loved the cool breeze after the summer. The gentle breeze also coaxing a calm psithurism that had the power to lull you to sleep on the sharp but flimsy tails of grass your towel sat above. You could feel it through the small holes in the towel. Behind your home stood a thick tree with beautiful baby pink blossoms that were stuck to the branches of the tree until they were ready to fall to the ground through the wind. There was a swing on a bigger branch that stuck further out from the tree. So peaceful you thought to yourself whilst looking forward at the calming sight in front of you. The view of the sunset above the large body of water that was just below the hill you sat atop of was just enough to make you shed a tear. This was a time for you, for them.

The breeze danced againt your glistening cocoa skin and combed through your small faux locs. You felt the hair tickling at the smalls of your exposed back, just above your red panties and passing by your matching red bra.

In clothes, you felt almost suffocated, but that never meant you would wear small clothes and walk in pantie sized denim shorts. When you thought of that, you meant nothing to the women who did, at least they knew how amazing they looked in them. With the right sense of style you could make literally everything look like it's part of a fashion trend.

But in the privacy of your own backyard, since you didn't have neighbors so close by, you loved to lay down a towel in a specific spot behind the swing, and once you were sat on the towel, you rested you arms on it, along with your head laying above your arms while you gazed lovingly at the sunset or sunrise.

It made you feel more at peace than you ever were. While you looked at the sunset above the wooden swing you rested your head on, the twins you carried looked below. And with every second that passed watching the sun set, she felt more and more down to earth.

You were always told by your mother that your kids will always be your future, the reason you can live in peace knowing that they would unconditionally love you, and even more after your mistakes, they learn what to avoid as they grow. Your mother was one for beautiful speeches, a woman who was also down to earth but equally delusional. Other than, your mother was calm, loving, precious, greatful, and more. Overall, you'd describe her as a charming and warm person.

These thoughts were running wild through your head, and you hadn't noticed you'd began to fall asleep until you peeled open your eyes slowly, your lashes fluttering in the air. The breeze, the sound of the blossoms and the green white rose bushes as the flowers and leaves rustled together, the waves of the body of water in front of you crashing and splashing gently against the rocks below. This helped you to sleep. The live sounds of nature were so calming to you, you often left your bedroom door open before you fell into a deep sleep.

You felt a cold fluid slowly sliding down the back of your thumb, where your mouth had been slightly open at. Spit.

You'd been drooling while you slept. Something you sometimes found yourself smiling a small smile at. Guess I should head inside... You thought as you stood up and stepped off of the towel that was sprawled out beneath you, taking it up in your hands and folding it neatly. You were going to miss staring at this scenery behind such a small but gorgeous house. You were going to miss the cool gusts of wind that blow through your hair and made goosebumps rise on your skin. But you thought it was for the better. Your landlord was a bit of a creep, staring you down whenever you opened the door to him, making comments on your body that made you super uncomfortable. You weren't going to stay in this house and take any of what the man was doing to you.

So you've been looking for bigger houses, not too big, with a similar view to the one before you now.

You turned your back to the water and started forward to the backdoor, waddling over with a hand on your back.

I really like the thought of pregnant and sweet reader..a lot

[lanawinterscigarettes]

First Time For Everything (Kate Bishop x reader)

Kinkmas Day 2: thigh riding + oral fixation

A/N: heres day two! I haven't written that much for Kate before so if I got something wrong with her character, please lemme know! Constructive criticism is always welcome <3

Warnings: SMUT, gender neutral reader, thigh riding, finger sucking, slight dom/sub dynamics (dom reader, sub Kate)

"What do you mean, you've never ridden somebody's thigh before?" You asked your girlfriend.

She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, I just haven't. I never really saw the appeal of it, especially when there's plenty other ways to help get someone off."

"But it's fun," you persisted. "I think you should try it at least once, for me. It can be, like, an early Christmas gift or something."

"Do you even celebrate Christmas?" Kate asked before taking another sip of her cocoa.

"That's besides the point. There's always a first time for everything, and if you don't enjoy it we don't ever have to do it again, how does that sound?"

Her nose crinkled with the chuckle she let out. "Alright, deal."

Later that day, after you'd both finished your hot drinks and had laid down for a quick power nap, you found yourself sitting on the bed you shared with Kate while she sat in front of you with a slightly apprehensive look in her eyes.

"Hey, we don't have to do this if it'll make you uncomfortable," you reassured her. "I was only joking earlier about the gift thing."

"No, I- I want to do this," she insisted, sounding very sure of herself. "I'm just a little nervous, I guess."

"We'll take it slow, okay? And if at anytime you feel uncomfortable, let me know and we can stop."

"Okay, I will," she agreed, shuffling closer to you as she eyed your lap. "Is it okay if I leave my pants on for this?"

"Sure, honey. Whatever makes you comfortable."

After getting settled on your thigh, Kate looked up at you as if to ask, 'what do I do next?'

Smirking, you gave the leg she was positioned on a light jolt, causing her mouth to fall open in shock.

"I- mmh." She bit her lip, obviously to stop her from being too loud. "Would you do that again?" She asked breathlessly, to which you happily obliged.

Placing her hands gently but firmly on your shoulders in order to keep her balance, she began to slowly rock herself back and forth on your thigh. She did her best to conceal any moans that happened to slip out, but you were having none of it.

"C'mon baby, can't you be little bit louder? For me?" You said, trying to coax her into being louder.

She shook her head in refusal. You knew it most likely had something to do with her embarrassment about being too loud in bed- that, and her worrying over what the neighbors might think if they heard.

"Alright then, open up," you commanded, holding up your hand for her to see.

Kate's eyes lit up, obeying almost immediately by opening her mouth so you could slip two of your fingers in. She began sucking contently, moaning around them every now and then when the fabric of her pants hit her clit in a very obviously satisfying way.

"Good girl," you praised, to which she quickened the pace of her rocking.

Settling your other hand on her waist, you encouraged her to keep going, to go faster, and not to stop. She did just as you commanded, gagging slightly as your fingers hit the back of her throat.

You took them out almost all the way before she stopped you. "Leave them there, please?"

With how tightly her hands were gripping onto your shoulders, the way her eyes were glossed over as she approached her orgasm, and how sweetly she asked, nearly pleading, how could you say no?

Fulfilling her request, you slipped your fingers back in, feeling as her tongue swiped against them in a playful fashion. You moved your thigh up to meet with her now sloppy thrusts, watching her come apart right before your very eyes.

Kate rested her forehead against your chest after she'd reached her climax, panting while she tried to catch her breath.

"I will admit, that was much more fun than I thought it'd be."

You smirked, brushing away some of the hair that had fallen into her now sweaty face before kissing her temple. "Told you you'd like it."

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[insecateur]

okay so i got this cursed thing at a german rest stop (haven't tasted it yet)

and as you can see it says "with cocoa flavored filling*" at the top and we got it in germany and the first set of ingredients listed on the back are in german bc it's a german food product

and so the english has a little asterisk for translation purposes so you'd expect it'd be translated into german right

wrong

it's translated into french.

so i guess my takeaway is that europeans really just know french people can't speak english

[heartmix]

Peppermint Heaven-Matt Murdock

Pairing: Matt Murdock x gn!reader

Word Count: 400+

Warning: cuteness

*Christmas Prompt-Peppermint*

A/N: This is my attempt at doing a 25 days of Christmas writing challenge. Let's see if I complete it.

Masterlist / Marvel Masterlist

Matthew Murdock loved Christmas. As overwhelming as the noises were he loved the scents. Christmas tree pine, hot cocoa, toasted everything, but most importantly the smell of peppermint. Peppermint cocoa, peppermint bark, peppermint breath mints. Anything peppermint he loved.

He especially loved the smell of peppermint on you. The peppermint cocoa on your tongue after late-night movie marathons was one of the reasons he patrolled less during the wintertime. Every bite you took of your homemade peppermint bark he demanded a kiss after each bite, no matter how big or small the piece was. His favorite was the limited edition body washes, body sprays, and body scrubs you lathered yourself in when the season came around.

It was your second Christmas together, your first time living together, that you found out about Matty's peppermint obsession. In your efforts to make him happy you decorated the tree with candy canes even though you didn't like the look. He couldn't see it but he could smell it which is all that mattered. Every corner of the house has a peppermint candle lit, and under the dresser was the stash for the 2 months you'd be burning it. When he came home after a long day to find his scents filled with peppermint and a hint of pine from the Christmas tree you brought he couldn't be happier. It was Christmas heaven in this living room.

"It's not too much peppermint, right? There are like 3 candles in the living room." You rambled checking for any sign of irritation or discomfort on his face or body movement. The only thing that was evident was the growing smile on his face, the smile you know and love.

"I'm in Christmas heaven." He mumbled wrapping you in his arms and pulling you in for a kiss. He couldn't help but moan at the familiar bark taste on your lips.

"You taste like heaven. When did you have time to make your bark?" He asked, licking his lips to savor the taste.

"Easy there tiger, It just finished cooling. There's a lot to stuff your face with." You said shoving a piece of bark in his mouth making him groan again.

"These moments, there's nothing that can make it better."

"Really? I guess I won't use the new bath soap and lotion I got while shopping." You hummed while walking off to the bathroom. As if his day couldn't get better it just did. In lightning speed, he was right behind you grabbing onto your waist making you yelp in surprise.

"Not so fast there. There will be no peppermint bathes without me." His husky voice whispered into your ear making you giggle. It was so easy to get him riled up.

"Come on Santa. I could use a shower."

[crmsnmth]

hi , can you write me a poem about a young toxic love that you’ve been no contact with for years. a love that was crazy and horrible and never made you feel safe or worthy but for some reason it’s the most intense thing you’ve felt in regards to someone else. you left went on with your life & after all those years they come back and so do all the feelings but you realize it’ll never ever work how you want it too and they’ll never be what you need because it’s built off all the wrongs things. so you leave again to show him that you know it’s all meaningless even though you don’t want too.

or something like that? ty<3

Hooks

-i played with this for a while, and ran with a few ideas, but this is the one I actually finished. It may not be exactly what you were looking for, but it does follow the themes. Either way, here's an attempt- Hooks You're not supposed to be here I wasn't supposed to have to see you again But your here, deciding on what brand of cereal to get and I can't move my legs anymore

(You had your hooks deep within me at the very second that you and I met I was yours before I even know your name and I could feel it when you'd pull the line tight)

You don't see me yet but you will And I still can't bring myself to move This wasn't part of the deal we made but never spoke No love lost, no love gained

(Our conversation comes in yelling back and forth A repeating fact that we just don't work But god, I want nothing more then to taste your anger around my throat)

You throw the box of cocoa puffs into your cart And you're cart is aimed right for me You turn you head, even slightly, and you'll see me I start to feel those phantom hooks you left in me

(I never said I didn't love you Quite the opposite, I love you too much We can't keep going in circles I take my teeth out one by one for you)

I'm begging that you don't look at me That you will turn the other way My feet still stubbornly refuse to step And then it happens in slow motion

(I still think of you all the time As if our souls were still connected I guess you can say your hooks are gone And I miss the taut and tearing pull)

Your eyes meet mine And I feel foolish for smiling I know I can never let you in again That's the only thing I sill believe

(Now there's a distinct before and after that features you right in the center there's a feeling of emptiness when love just is never enough)

You smile that half-cocked smirk And I can feel your hooks in me again But this time I'll fight to keep my independence and I won't let your hooks get even skin deep

But I'll always remember exactly how they felt.

[familyvideostevie]

𝟭𝟮 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀: 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿 

day four: hot cocoa with eddie | first date fluff, 1k 12 days of christmas masterlist

You'd been the one to ask Eddie out in a fit of bravery that you don't think you will ever be able to replicate for the rest of your life. He's a regular at the record store -- regular enough that you see him almost every time you're on shift and your favorite coworker tells you that when he shows up when you're not working he leaves a little quicker. He's a nice guy, kind to you when the register wasn't working that one time and you had to count his change by hand and he always puts the records he's looking at back in the right spot. And on Thursday he made you laugh so hard that you snorted. When he looked endeared rather than disgusted, you decided, why the hell not?

So you asked him if he maybe wanted to get hot chocolate and walk around town on Saturday afternoon. You were treated to a new grin from him, this one a little shy, as he said he'd love to. It had taken at least thirty minutes for your heartbeat to slow down after he left.

When you see Eddie waiting for you outside the cafe you mentioned it picks right back up again. You wonder how early he got here -- you're 10 minutes early yourself, just in case. He's dressed just like you expected in ripped jeans despite the cold and flannel and two jackets better suited for fall instead of a proper winter one. His nose is pink and he looks brilliant in the sunshine as he bounces on his heels, hands in his pockets. When he sees you, he waves, that same shy grin taking over his face.

"Hey!" he calls. "You look pretty." You duck your chin a little because he's talking kind of loudly and it's the middle of the afternoon in Hawkins, so anyone who is out can hear his compliment. It's not that you care that people see you together, it's that he's not afraid to admire you so publically. It makes your breath stutter in your lungs.

That, and you're mostly covered by your own winter coat, though you did spend extra time picking out your outfit. "Thank you," you say once you reach him. "So do you." Eddie blushes and huffs, his breath fogging the air between you. "But you also look cold."

"Guess we should get some hot stuff then, yeah?" He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you laugh. He looks delighted as he opens the door and gestures for you to go in. The cafe is moderately busy, a few people your age you vaguely recognize at tables reading or chatting.

"Have you been here before?" you ask him once you're in the short line.

He shakes his head, looking around but eyes not lingering on anything. "Nah," he says. "S'nice, though."

You step close to Eddie, close enough that your shoulders brush, close enough that you hope he'll know you want anyone looking to think that you're together. Something tells you that there are parts of him that never healed properly from how cruel people can be. You want to say something, anything, but then the line moves and you're at the front of it.

"Two hot chocolates, please," you tell the girl at the register.

"All the stuff on top? Marshmallows and whipped cream?" she asks without looking up from the register. You look at Eddie and he nods.

"Yes, please," you say. "I'll pay since I asked you," you tell him, looking for your wallet in your bag. He considers it, going so far as to reach for your wrist to stop you but before he touches you he pulls back.

"Okay," he says. "I'll just get next time." You pay the girl and go to wait by the barista counter.

"Next time?" you say, eyebrows raised. It's no small feat to tamper down a grin. "You already want to go on a second date? Eddie, I could be a total weirdo and you might never want to see me again." The barista calls your name and Eddie surges forward to grab the cups.

"First of all, if you're a total weirdo I will definetly want to see you again," he says, somehow managing to get the door open for you with no hands. "Second of all, I have a good feeling about this."

Back in the cold afternoon air you take your cup from him, the warmth bleeding into your hands, though you already feel warm all over from his words. "You're a flirt, Eddie Munson," you tell him. He shrugs.

"Just telling it like it is, sweetheart." He bumps his shoulder with yours.

"Where do you want to walk?" you ask. It seems like he might tease you for asking him on a date without any clue of where to go but then he seems to get an idea.

"Uh, shoot me down if this is boring," he says and pushes some of his curls out of his face. "But some of the shops have Christmas windows up. We could go look at those?"

"That sounds perfect." You head off down the sidewalk, both of your hands around your cup while he tucks one of his in his pocket and starts to take small sips.

It's a good first date. Maybe even the best you've ever been one. It's a little cold but Eddie keeps you laughing and the chatting keeps you so distracted you hardly notice the temperature or the shop windows. He's interesting and good at asking questions and he makes you feel like he really does want to get to know you. Before you know it you've both got empty cups and you toss them in a trashcan and then you both have free hands.

You decide to be brave again and reach for one of his. His rings are cold but his fingers curl around yours right away and he smiles at you. This one is a new smile -- not quite his shy grin or his wide laugh, but somewhere in between. You think this is how Eddie looks when he's happy, when he's content.

"Wanna get something to eat?" he asks you. His thumb runs over the back of your hand in slow strokes. "I'll buy."

"Second date already?" you tease. "So the good feeling paid off?"

He smirks, scrunching his nose. "Oh yeah," he says. "You're a weirdo, big time. I've got great instincts."

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[eldritchsurveys]

1243.

Is there anyone at your work that you want to just deck in the face? .

Last thing you drank? >> Leinenkugel's Juicy Peach beer. It continually amazes me how much peach flavour there is in it. Most fruity beers are nowhere near that fruit-forward.

Last thing that pissed you off? .

Last thing that made you feel better? >> Getting a full haul of groceries after weeks of just winging it. Food insecurity definitely tanks my overall well-being, but the upside is that having food in the house increases my quality of life equally drastically.

Something you did differently today that wasn't so bad? >> I don't think anything I did today was markedly different from any other day.

Last plans that were ruined because of things you can't control? .

How old are you? >> 37.

Someone's YouTube that annoys the crap out of you? >> I don't get exposed to any channels that annoy me.

You are lucky because? >> I have Can Calah.

What kind of jeans are you favorite? >> I have a pair of flares (!!!) from Old Navy that make me so happy. I don't care about style trends, flares will always be a top-tier jean style to me. They just flatter my figure so well.

Mini skirts, slutty or stylish? >> Yes. (Something being slutty is a point of admiration and delight for me, by the way.)

Do you like a partner who is clean cut or rugged? .

Pale or tan, which would you rather be? >> I am darkskinned and I love being darkskinned. What if you were drastically what you'd rather be overnight? .

What about kids on leashes? What do you think about that? >> It might sound alarming without context, but I've seen child leashes and they don't look nearly as bad as they sound. Also, if I had to choose between someone harnessing their child and someone losing their child to an impulsive dart into traffic that they couldn't stop quickly enough, I know what I'm choosing.

What lip balm do you use to keep your lips moist? >> I use Palmer's cocoa butter and Vaseline Lip Therapy. I also sometimes use a bit of my facial moisturiser on my lips and seal that in with the Vaseline to sit overnight like a DIY lip mask. I used to have extremely bad dry and peeling lips and this is the stuff that finally, finally worked for me.

How many piercings have you had, BESIDES ears? Which are those? >> In total, I have had labret, lip, bridge, and septum. (I've also had ear cartilage and stretched earlobes, which I feel is different enough from just regular lobe piercings to mention.) Currently, I only have the septum.

New tats in your near future? How about piercings or re-piercings? >> I can't afford body modifications right now. Who would you like to hang out with? .

Next new thing you are wanting to try? >> Well, I got this new Snapple beverage I'm going to try soon...

If your skinny you are underweight, true or false? >> Context-dependent.

Would you wear short shorts, long socks and converse? >> I would if I could wear short shorts without the sensory overload of my thighs touching. I love short shorts so this makes me sad. :( Also, Converse have never struck me as particularly comfortable and my feet are really sensitive to that. Most shoes hurt my feet. Do converse look/feel uncomfortable to you? >> I should have read ahead, lol.

Thing that bothers you? >> The fact that because my room is at the back of the house, I have to make use of a wifi extender, and I have older computers (not even that much older, but the tech obsolescence rate is insane these days), my internet connection is total ass in comparison to what Sparrow gets. I'm so pissed about that, man. Oh, I guess that's also the answer for the "last thing that pissed me off" question.

Do you believe that you can feel energy from others from their thoughts? >> Not their thoughts so much as their bodily energy. Like, the state of their nervous system, what they're actually feeling in their gut (or wherever else their body holds emotion). Which can sometimes be different from how a person is presenting themselves, because not everyone is in tune with their actual emotional state like that. (I know this intimately because I spent most of my life wildly out of tune with mine.)

Would you ever visit a psychic medium? If you would, what would you wanna know? >> Sure, I mean, why not. I don't want to pay for it, but if someone else did, I won't say no. There's nothing in particular I'd want to know, though...

Are some days a waste of makeup? .

Would you buy a Coach bag? >> Absolutely not.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #265 (part 2)

Okay! I'm back!!! Here goes the second part!!!

So... I dunno if you remember me mentioning that shop called Cross-Eyed Owl. But I do remember saying that I gotta check it out because I love owls. And so I did:

...I went inside. And there was this... very ethereal-sounding music playing. Like... I was temporarily transfixed by it. So I got it on Shazam. I found it. Then I went to see it on Youtube. I left a comment. This was the song; please listen to it:

...Sephiroth. Between all the stuff I was surrounded by and this song, and other songs that sounded like this one playing in the background... And... since it was Monday, and I was the only one there... the whole... "vibe"... "sensation"... "emotion"... whatever you wanna call it... it was absolutely. fucking. MAGICAL. I almost felt like when I walked through that door, I stepped into an entirely... other... place. It was almost like I wasn't even in my world anymore, as silly as that sounds. I'd almost swear that someone, somehow, managed to take the inside of my freaking mind, and turn it into a weird shop.

You know what? Here's a playlist to the whole freaking album; the whole thing is gorgeous. Here, just remove the quotes:

"https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Hi4gEYqLN8&list=OLAK5uy_kO-PsyMtwpnBr80oDkmfqJlrSKXJRBq5U&index=1"

...Sephiroth, knowing who you are, knowing the softness you carry, your sensitivity, and how readily you delight in beauty... I'm absolutely freaking confident that you're going to love every single track. I know it in my bones. Please... give it a try. I... don't wanna think of you, all alone, in a place as silent as the Edge of Creation, without at least having something nice to listen to...

...I want to fill your world with sound and color so that you can understand that you're not all alone in a harsh and ugly place...

Anyway, I took some photos inside the shop. I saw so many beautiful and delightful things of various sorts, and... I wanted to share them with you...

They even had some weird snacks!!!

They had a crazy huge collection of weird socks, too; I love weird and colorful socks almost as much as I love concord grapes, so... these were a delightful find:

...And of course, they had a bunch of owl-themed things:

...Somebody done put me on the cover of a journal!!! Ahahahahaha~!!!

...There was a great big collection of puzzles, too:

...Hey, Sephiroth? Have you ever put a puzzle together? I wonder if that's something you'd enjoy. Hmm...

Speaking of things you'd enjoy, I found this vanilla-and-rose scented thing, and... I wondered if you'd be delighted at it:

...I got a few things. I got some stuff for M and J - mostly candies and chocolates and different kinds of hot cocoa mix, because I doubted they'd be interested in any of this other stuff. And I got some things for me, too:

...I... don't know why, but... (jeez, this is gonna sound silly... but here goes...), when I combined the scent of "Adventurer" and "Big Sky"... it reminded me of you. "Big Sky" smells - with almost frightening accuracy - like grass and soil and rain. "Adventurer" smells like pine trees and mountains and berries - also with almost frightening accuracy.

...I know you used to put vanilla-and-rose scented shampoo and conditioner in your hair. I know that; I do. But... still, I... guess this combination felt... "correct", somehow...

...

...I feel so many things. My eyes are welling up with all the things I will probably never see. The way I perceive the world, and... all the things that have been happening to and around me lately, ever since I started writing... it's as though I'm wrapped around in things that I can't possibly begin to understand, and... I don't really know what to do. Who can I talk to about any of it? Who would believe me, when I can't even do that, half the time...?

...

...Well, it's not as though there's anything I can do other than carry it, right? So I guess I might as well keep going with it, and see where it leads... Maybe something good will happen. Or maybe in the end, I'll be left disappointed and hurting. But either way, it's riskier to dismiss it all than it is to have faith, so... having faith is what I'll do, even if it's difficult and scary.

In any case, I've got even more pictures for you - but not too many more. I'm already at 30 for this one, I think. So I guess I'm gonna write a third part to today's letter!!

I love you. See you again in a few minutes...

Your friend, Lumine