#aos drabble

[groundzerosgirlfriend]

Rin Okumura: NSFW Alphabet

A-Aftercare

After a night of 'the Devil's Tango," Rin falls asleep pretty quickly, drooling all over his pillow and sleeping like the dead, but that's just most of the time. If he manages to stay awake long enough, he probably loves pillow talk—telling each other how much you love each other and maybe complaining about his day and Yukio, who's up his ass more than usual. He's also always looking for a way to show off one of his only talents, 'cooking' so if you express any form of hunger before he falls asleep, he's quick to jump out of bed and prepare you a meal worthy of a Queen.

B-Body Part (On you & him) Rin honestly loves everything about you. Though if you ever asked him this, he'd probably think it was a trick question and get nervous and anxious, not being able to think of anything on the spot. Though if you clarify that it isn't a trick question and that you're just simply curious, he'll take the time to think about it before deciding on your face. Yeah, boobs are nice and all, but your face has your eyes that he loves staring into and that beautiful smile he loves to see.

On the other hand, when it comes down to what he loves about himself, for a lot of life, Rin thought he was nothing more than a violent monster, and when he was found out to be Satan's son, those insecurities just worsened. He's hated his hands for a long time; they seemingly brought violence everywhere he went. Yet, one day, when you held his hands without fear and commented on how much you loved them, he could swear he could die happily knowing that you loved something he despises so much. He likes his hands now, knowing that you love them

C-Cum (what he does with it & what it tastes like) Unfortunately, Rin does not like the invention of condoms; he complains that they don't feel personal enough, even though he's already balls deep inside you. He won't wear them willingly; you have to practically force him into one, but he won't cum in you. He knows you have a life and doesn't want you to be stuck carrying Satan's grandchild, especially while you're still in school. He'll pull out and cum all over your ass; the sight sends a shiver down his spine every time, but there has been an accident or two where he has cum inside you to riled up to realize he was cusping orgasm. His awkward chuckle and the rubbing on his back of his neck almost makes your anger go away…almost.

His cum is not necessarily bad either. In fact, it's as enjoyable as it can get swallowing down seed. He has a healthy diet and makes his own meals, staying away from the artificial stuff. The only notable difference is that it's a lot warmer than others, even cusping the phrase 'hot'. Also, there's a ton of it, like it should actually be illegal to spew as much cum as he does.

D-Dirty Secret (Does he have own) Rin is probably a slight hypocrite—just a slight one. He teases and joshes Shima for saying and doing perverted things about women, proclaiming that he's too much of a' studly womanizer, but he has definitely jacked off to a pair of your panties before. How he got his hands on them is a mystery, but he's taking this secret to the grave unless his big, fat mouth spills it while he's blabbering on and on.

E-Experience

Despite Rin's attractive, boyish features and the talents of a professional chef, he has no experience. He gets no play, has never gone on a date, no bitches, nothing. Not only does his unnatural temper and strength scare away lots of girls, and most people aren't lined around the corner to date the son of Satan himself, especially due to his blue pyrokinesis that he's still trying to learn to control.

F-Favorite Position Rin's favorite positions are anything that allows him to see your face; if he can't see your face, then he's a bit huffy and fussy. "Missionary," though a little plain, always gets him shooting blanks like no other. What can he say? He loves the intimacy. Though he's also not against holding you up against the wall with ease due to his demonic strength and fucking your brains out as you go limp in his hold.

G-goofy

Rin hates silence along with sitting still; it's almost like he's allergic to it. If it goes quiet for more than 2 minutes, his leg starts bouncing, he starts getting fidgety, and he overall becomes fussy and annoying. That being said, he hates sex that is silent because, in his mind, when someone is silent towards him, they're mad at him or they don't want to be around him, two things he dislikes very much. So he makes it his personal mission to ensure you're always having a good time when you're in bed together. Your laughter from any slip-ups that may occur makes it all worth it, and he'd embarrass himself to the end of time just to hear those giggles once more.

H-Hair Before getting into a relationship with you, Rin never bothers to shave down there unless it's actually starting to bother him. He didn't think he'd be getting a blowjob on a random Friday night, so why bother? But now that you've entered his life, he takes a step back, realizing how unappealing spitting out pubes mid-sex can be and making it a practice to keep himself clean down there.

I-intimacy Rin definitely loves intimacy and being romantic with someone, even if he sometimes makes 'alpha male' jokes with friends (Shima) about how it's lame; he's a deep sucker for all the mushy mushy. Every day he wants to spoil you with gifts for staying by his side even when his brother didn't, but there's not much a broke high school student can buy as this rich preppy school, so he makes it up to you in other ways. By making you lunch, rubbing your back, ensuring your hands stay interlocked the entire time he fucks you into his mattress in mating press, leaving sloppy shuddering kisses down your spine as he fucks you doggystyle, and making you cum over and over by means of his mouth and hands (which he's surprisingly good at, not to brag about it).

J-Jerk Despite being raised in a church and having the most talented, unshakable-faithful priest as a father figure, Rin beat his dick like no other. There's not much privacy in the church, so he had to ensure absolute silence unless he wanted everyone teasing him in the morning at breakfast, but jacking off always helped reel in his uncontrollable temper. He's an ex-wire now, and honestly, he's always just a bit too tired to think about touching himself, and besides, he has you now. But if you're even not in the mood when he's desperate, he will resort to his primitive ways with a tight grip around his length and moaning to and grunting to his hearts content now that he's lives basically alone in the abandoned dorms (excluding his brother and maybe you).

K-kink Rin definitely has a food play kink; he loves eating, and he loves you. Combining his two favorite things together is a recipe for success. He'll hide it under the guise of baking something together, all shy and jittery while trying to be smooth like usual, but it ends with your chest covered in his spit and the residue stickiness of honey and chocolate blubbering about how much he loves you. Also, he has a super huge praise kink when you tell him just how good he did at something; he thinks his heart will fall out of his chest and his dick might burst out of his pants. He brushes off your comments dismissively at first about how it was no big deal for him, but if you compliment while in his demon form, his tail will wag like a little puppy, and you'll see it since he never tucks it in.

L-location Despite Rin's sporadic and energetic behavior, he knows when reckless things are just a bit too reckless, and this is one of them. Getting caught fucking you in mid-public would definitely paint him in a more perverted light than Shima, and having to explain what's going on while you're both trying to cover up is more than enough to keep the lovemaking to the safety of your room, but if you're pushy enough, you can persuade him into a bathroom stall or even a storage closet. What can he say? He can't deny you.

M-motivation Seeing you in your Cram school uniform, the shorter the skirt and the tighter the shirt, the better. He also likes to see you kick demon ass, your biggest hype man, and when you're both done, he pulls you away with him already knowing what he wants to do to celebrate.

N-no (what he won't do) He won't use his flames on you or have anything to do with his demonic powers. He is quite literally terrified of hurting you with something he possesses, and he even has nightmares about you hating him and being engulfed in flames, screaming, and crying. He's also iffy with threesomes; he's kind of possessive, even if he won't say it, and if you wanted one with Suguru ("Bon"), he thinks he could burn his classmate to ash as he's already unsheathing his sword.

O-oral Rin loves both equally; he's never going to be one to turn down a blowjob, but giving to you has just the slightest tip over the edge. Hearing you moan and squirm his name as he holds your hips down with his effortless strength, your squeals and cries light a fire in him that doesn't hurt anyone (except for maybe you when you're overstimulated by belief).

P-pace Rin's pace is usually sloppy and quick; he knows he should slow down and take his time with you, but time isn't on both of your hands. The threat of Yukio coming into their shared room is always looming, and besides, you haven't complained through any of your orgasms yet. Yet, on days he knows he has you all to himself with no worry about Yuki appearing, he takes you nice and slow to show you his appreciation.

Q-Quickies Rin is a big, big fan of the art of a quickie. Sometimes schoolwork is a lot, and along with the additional pressure of Exorcist training and grueling mission hours that leave you both exhausted, there isn't a lot of time to take you to bed, peel off your clothes slowly, and really go to town with the foreplay. He prefers if you suggest them, so he doesn't seem pushy, but if you agree to one, no matter who asks first, he'll take you to the abandoned dorm male dormitory and do you in against the wall in the first room he sees, maybe even in the hallway if he's really restless.

R-risk Rin isn't always into into risks despite his volatile and reckless nature, it really depends what the bad outcome of the risk could be. So if it's anything that potentially lets anyone beside his friends at the Cram school know he's the son of Satan let's just say he's wont be jumping with enthusiasm like he usually does.

S-stamina Rin stamina depends on his emotions largely, if he's in his normal human-goofy self he gets like two maybe three rounds in before he's out for the count and 5 seconds away before passing out on your boobs, if he's in his demonic form snarling and growling like a wild beast his stamins and endurance are unlimited and you could do 7 rounds pass out three times, voice hoarse, sheets soaking wet with sweat cum and he's still ready for another round.

T-time

Rin's round last maybe 10-15 minutes at a time of just one of your normal fucks, not including the foreplay. Foreplay included could stretch the session up to 20-30 minutes of total time, and for the scenario of quickies he can bust his load in 5-8 minutes tops.

U-unfair Occasionally Rin will tease but it's mostly likely not done on purpose and it's with his words and not his action. Sometime he's just says the cheesiest thing ever that'll make you all shy and flustered and he'll stand there confused but smirking nonetheless assuming his his lighthearted compliments swayed your hearts. Now when you tease him Rin melts into the floor: when you tug him along like a little puppy away from his friends to show him something or touch dangerously close to this crotch as you two sit side by side his eyes turn into his hearts and his mouth goes dry as he tries not to get a boner.

V-volume Rin is moderately loud when he's on top of you and his words dirty talk consists of lots of profanities (little potty mouth), groans and sweet nothings as he fucks into you gummy walls, but when he's on the bottom with your weight on his lap you better believe he's whimpering and moaning like a dog in heat as you ride him deeper into submission.

W-weird fact Like mentioned in the anime and demonstrated many times, grabbing and touching Rin's tail makes him basically paralyzed. So while not really unknown, it is weird how something so simple can render him so defenseless to all your perverted whims. Whenever you do it and give him a knowing smile crawling near him, he only whispers out an anxious "Be gentle" with his voice cracking and his face beet red.

X-ray Rin isn't big, but he's isn't small either he's like the perfect size. He's a grower definitely about 3 inches when he's soft; but it doubles to about 6.4 inches when he's hard, maybe 6.8 if he's rock solid with arousal. His tip is blushes red like crazy when he's needy and he leaks like a broken faucet. His balls are cute and very squishy and they don't hang to low either. It's perfect just like him.

Y-yearning On a scale of 1–10, Rin lands about a 6.5, maybe a 6.8 if it's been a rough week. It's not always on his mind, like a perverted deviant, but staring at you for too long, or more specifically, the swell of your skirt or your breasts within your blouse, can definitely cause stray thoughts to appear. What can he say—he's a hormonal teenager?

Z-zzz Like mentioned in 'Aftercare' (A), Rin falls asleep pretty quickly, and when he does, there's no point in trying to wake him up. He's basically a drooling, snoring corpse, but you do notice that his tail instinctively wraps around your leg and ankle to keep you from getting very far away from him, even in his sleep.

[xjulixred45x]

Yandere! Demon King! Rin Okumura x reader

BIG SPOILERS FROM THE MANGA!!! DONT READ THIS IF YOURE NOT UPDATE!!

Keep reading under Your own risk!!

Now, a little background because this idea came to my head when I was rereading the manga for the third season of Blue Exorcist.

Remember the alternate reality if the Maga had leaked and many of the protagonists had died? When we have the two-year Time Skip, Rin is something like a terrorist on the side of the demons(along with other Things, but this is the Main Focus).

Can you imagine what it would be like to have this Rin as a Yandere?

Obviously he's not as harmless or innocent as the canon one, not at all, if he can already kill humans without blinking on a normal day, being a Yandere for someone definitely triggers all these aggressive impulses TO THE MAX.

I like to think that the object of this Rin's obsession/adoration would probably be his partner before the whole Maga incident happened, and that he just started to develop yandere tendencies as an early response to the trauma.

reader in this case I really didn't see anything wrong with this precisely because they was also traumatized by the incident (and potentially orphaned, like many, so Rin is the ONLY person they have left. Codependency).

although I don't rule out the possibility that Rin could become obsessed with someone after the Maga incident!

I see more likely an obsession with someone or 1- that he is very innocent and correct, just wanting to isolate them from the world and protect them from the Cross. or 2- someone very competent and who has morals clearly contrary to the cross, precisely because they would understand each other better in this universe.

although it doesn't matter how Rin meets his partner, he is definitely much more brutal when it comes to protecting them 💀 you already saw what he did to the girl of the Cross (Michael), if someone tried to do something to his partner he would definitely set them on fire. or decapitate them. whatever comes first through his mind.

he is VERY overprotective, probably reader@ is isolated in some hideout that Rin has out of the reach of the Order, and they are constantly guarded by demons, so escaping is a big NO NO.

If by chance, reader, he managed to get out of hiding, I highly doubt he would get far, Rin would find them with the giant snake and take them back to the hiding place.

Ironically, the little demons can be both allies and enemies. Some are mischievous and like to play matchmaker between Reader and Rin (tangling them together, pushing them into hugs) and others genuinely don't think much of what they do.

Rin can control them to take care of Reader when he's not around, doing things like bringing them comics to entertain themself, bringing them food, even acting like house cats and asking for cuddles.

There are demons that even show favoritism towards Reader and have helped them out of hiding several times (sometimes the other demons have given them away, sometimes they haven't).

...but at this point it's just to get some fresh air. Even waiting for Rin to arrive on the porch.

The first time it happened, Rin was pretty freaked out. Then he cried with happiness and hugged Reader for an hour.

Unlike the original Rin, Demon King Rin is not as delusional and is much more aware of the situation and how bad it is, he falls more into the category of a repentant yandere but who would not let go of his obsession. He simply cannot risk it. He has lost so much already. Let him have this.

Despite everything, he treats his partner very well! He constantly brings them gifts, he cooks for them himself (he even remembers how to cook thanks to them), and from time to time they even read books/manga together!!

It is one of the few moments where he does not have to remember the kind of world they live in, and in what situation it all started.

(This Rin would definitely be more than capable of causing a Blue Night if his partner is taken away from him, do not try it).

I don't think Rin (not even this one) is capable of hurting his partner, but he's definitely more than capable of scaring them, whether it's coming home with blood on his clothes or even taking them on one of his escapades. It's not nice to hear him burn people alive.

DK! Rin has a lot of nightmares, so maybe the only thing he really forces his partner to do (aside from living and hiding with him) is sleeping in the same bed. It's almost...sad. Listening to him talk to people in his dreams and wake up crying.

Ironically he's a lot calmer when he and reader are in fields or abandoned places, he can even be convinced to get the demons out of the area and play with them.

And they probably do this quite often, when everything is too much, or when Rin finds someone from the past in the city. He NEEDS this. A moment of disconnection and comfort. A moment of tranquility...and love.

seeing the reader smile and play, having fun, smiling at you... is enough.

If you make slimes with your eyes . It is eerily domestic...

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@trancylovecraft i think You might like this 👀

[sherryflavoured]

Morning cuddle with big ben.

(Here is a little drabble since I cant finish my main one shot. :))

Ben had always been a very sleepy boy, so the noise of the alarm clock was so unbearable that it surprisingly managed to wake him up. The girl in his arms seemed to be awake for a while, and the expression on her face did not seem to be happy. She was trapped in her boyfriend's arms, unable to move, just listening to the horrible sound of the alarm clock that was placed on the bedside table that Ben's back was turned to, and the brunette's snoring that was destroying her ears. "What is that noise?" he mumbles, his voice hoarse and annoyed. "The alarm, Ben, it's been ringing for half an hour." "And why don't you turn it off?" The boy's sleepy, confused expression just made her roll her eyes, thinking what a fool her boyfriend was when he was asleep. "Maybe because you've got me trapped in your arms?" the moment she said that, Ben let her go immediately, but she didn't move to turn off the alarm, she ran to the bathroom, her bladder about to explode. "What are you…? ma'am your something." he frowned, confused by his girlfriend's movements. he reached for the clock to turn off the alarm and lay back down, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom. "You need to stop trapping me in your arms, Ben…" she said as she opened the bathroom door. "I almost pissed myself in there." Ben moves to give her some space in the bed as he laughs, she trapped in and lay at Ben's side, resting her head on his shoulder as he passed an arm around her waist. "Always so exaggerated, my love…" She and Ben lay in bed for a while longer, both very relaxed and rested from the busy night before. Ben had played a small local tennis match and then they had gone out to dinner, no matter how tired the boy was, he insisted on taking her out to dinner. They had only started dating a few months ago, but had been too reluctant to make it official due to Ben's busy schedule. What neither of them expected was the arrival of Ben's parents, as both had left the day before to celebrate a small family party that Ben had skipped, and according to Ben's parents' words, both were to return two days later, not the next morning as it was happening now. "Ben...what's that sound?" The boy's face seemed to have gone through every possible color, adrenaline started coursing through his veins and they both jumped out of the bed as if it was on fire. "my parents..." The girl's eyes widened like saucers, her hands began to tremble and her heart pounded in her chest. "what!?...but you said the wouldn't come until tomorrow!" she whispers loudly "I know, I know!...fuck...what do we do?" he turns to look at her, ironically, because the house was his and the parents were his, not hers. "why do you ask me that, shelton!? they are your parents!" To make matters worse, they were both half naked, but their heads were so full of panic that they couldn't even fix that. They only came out of their bubble when Ben's mother's voice echoed down the hall and Ben pushed the girl to hide under the bed. Ben's mother's face peeked through the door of Ben's room and the brunette sat on the bed trying to hide his nervousness. "Hey Mom…"

"Hey honey…im sorry we are this early but there were a lot of people at your aunt's house and your dad and I were so uncomfortable…" The girl under the bed did her best not to make any noise, even though the space was so small. "No, don't worry Mom…I'm glad you're both here" of course Ben's mother noticed the nervousness in her son's voice, and of course she had to ask. "Ben, is everything okay?…why do you seem so nervous?" "No, no, everything's fine, I just…I just woke up and…I had a bad dream," which is the worst excuse you can ever give someone."Oh honey…" Obviously Ben's mom was worried so she entered the room completely, she walked over to Ben and sat down right next to him. Ben's heart rate increased and all he could do was accept his mother's hug. "I'm fine Mom…you don't have to do this…" his voice was muffled and shaky, his girlfriend knew immediately that everything was fucked when she saw the other pair of feet along to Ben's.

So, in just one second, things got even worse: the girl under the bed made a wrong move and his head hit the wood of the bed, leaving only the evidence that someone was in the room. Ben tried to cover it up with a cough, but the damage was already done. "What was that?" "Nothing!" The look on Ben's mother's face was one of suspicion combined with a frown. "Ben…what was that noise?" she spoke slowly and treathningly. "Shit." was all Ben could say as a sneeze was heard…under the bed. "I'll give her 10 minutes to get dressed…and the same for you too." were his mother's words when she realized the real situation. the older woman walked out of the room downstairs and Ben just stayed sitting on the bed as his girlfriend crawled out from under the bed. "We're fucked, aren't we?" Ben just shakes his head and pulls her into his arms to calm her down. "It's okay baby…they'll understand, I'm sure they will" she rests her head on his shoulder as he caresses her hair. The ten minutes passed faster than the thought and they only start to move when Ben's mom's voice is heard again. "You two better get downstairs before I come and get you!" the couple immediately begin to dress with a deep blush and fear running through their veins. Ben's dad had an amused smile on his face as he watched the whole show, he knows his son perfectly.

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Note: hi! this is my first drabble posted and i got to confess that it take me more time than expected. I'm currently making a one shot, which I had planned from the beginning, but the plot got too long, so it won't be ready for now. I decided to make a small drabble to introduce myself and here it is.

ptsd: If you want to make any adaptation or translation, write me to the DM to ask for permission.

[py-dreamer]

Nezha incorrect quotes (and a bit of Ao Bing too.)

Nezha: Sun Wukong. I am the guardian and protector of children. I don't have time-

Baby xiaotian running past: yayyyyyy!

Nezha:...for children.

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Nezha: My toxic trait is that I truly believe I could win a fight against anybody if I was mad enough. You might have the strength and size, but I'm faster and have the pure, unfiltered rage.

Wukong:....(¬U¬)

Nezha: SHUT UP-

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Nezha: Look, I know we don’t always see eye to eye but— Ao Bing: Thats because your too short to do so. Nezha: ...Listen here you fucking—

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Mei: Two bros! Xiaotian: Chillin' in a hot tub!

Mei: Zero feet apart 'cause they're GAY AS FUCK!

Nezha with Ao Bing, 15 meters away: WE'RE JUST MEDITATING BY THE POND!

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Ao Bing: I eat salmon because they’re good for the spine. Ao Bing: And my spine has been ripped off my back, so Nezha, if you’re out there—

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Nezha: The first time I saw you, you stole my heart. Ao Bing: But I was sent to kill you the first time we met, so that doesn't mean anything.

[angelltheninth]

Ao Bing De Fucks You in the Back of the Car

"Keep your voice down, ice drop, or else the driver's gonna hear you. That what you want? I mean, everyone already knows you're my pretty bitch." Cold fingers pressed against your hard nipples, the temperature in the car making your body shiver with cold. Ao Bing pushed his cock further up into your pussy, his white cold breath tickling your neck, causing your inner walls to clench.

"I only want you to hear me. I'm sorry, I'll try to keep it down." You braced yourself against his thighs, your ass pushing against him. He smiled against you, lips curling into a cruel grin as one of his hands moved down your body and pressed against your clit, the bundle of nerves sensitive to the cold of his fingers. "You're... ah... not helping..." Moving into his touch your hips rose and fell in his lap, taking and keeping his cock warm with your pussy.

Ao Bing's fingers pinched your nipple and your clit at the same time, and you had to slap your hand over your mouth to hold down the moans falling from your mouth. He did it again, his cock hammering into you until your legs fell open completely, the wet, sloppy, slutty sounds of your cunt being pounded vibrating through the car.

Pleasure and heat began to build up in your lower stomach, your pussy tightening faster and harder around his cock. "I'm not trying to help you. I'm trying to make you come all over my dick. You'll do that for me won't you, my pretty girl? You'll be good, so good for me."

You nodded, your whole body spasming and your eyes rolling back as you came, your pussy soaking his cock, his pants and the expensive seat. "You're a cruel man, Ao Bing." Barely able to chastise him you fell back against him, the cold and the frost fading slowly while Ao Bing tilted your head to give you a kiss.

[sunshinesickies]

Daisy Johnson x sick reader with prompt 18? "I know, I'm sorry you don't feel well, sweetheart"

Yesss great prompt! Sorry it’s a little short! As always, I pictured this with a specific season Daisy but you can imagine her in any way you like!

CW: Swearing

An Inhuman’s Care

Ugh. Stupid fucking cold making you feel so stupidly fucking sick. Your head throbs with such intensity you can’t even form proper sentences in your mind, and the only thing you can think of is how fucking awful you feel right now.

You blew your nose into a crumpled tissue as you wandered the halls of the Lighthouse, glaring daggers at any agent who dared to eye you wearily. You know you’re probably spreading a shit ton of germs right now, but you don’t care because one, you’re too tired to care, and two, all you do care about is finding your girlfriend.

Daisy’s been MIA all morning since you woke up to this horrid cold. Often an early riser when she can’t sleep, it’s not uncommon for her to have already started her day well before you. It didn’t help that you ended up sleeping way past your normal alarm.

But today you wished she had been there. You hate that you have to go and find her. It had taken you ages to even muster up the energy to get out of bed, and now you’re wandering each layer of the base, searching for her while you nose runs endlessly and your body aches tiredly. You wish there was an easier way to find Daisy, but the Lighthouse doesn’t have normal WiFi and shit, and you were in no mood to just lay in bed like a miserable lump and wait for her to return.

Finally, right when you feel as though you’re minutes away from straight up passing out, you open a door to find the familiar form of your girlfriend, working on her computer in some random corner of the base. If you weren’t feeling so unwell, you’d probably find it amusing how she seems to always find the strangest places to do work.

Even though you want nothing more than to throw yourself at her and make her hold you until you feel better, you simply stroll in, take a seat in the nearest empty chair and sit down with a slight huff and a pout clear as day on your face.

“Well hello to you too.” Daisy drawls sarcastically, not looking up from her work as she types away. You only grunt in response. The inhuman glances at you out of the corner of her eyes with slight amusement, hands still glued to her keyboard.

“Someone’s a ray of sunshine today huh.” You can hear the smile in her tone but it’s not until you let out a loud sniffle and a slight cough that she finally looks over properly towards you. A frown etches onto her face, smile fading immediately when she takes in your current state.

You hear movement but you’re now leaning with your head against the table, the cool metal providing a brief relief to your headache. “Hey.” You turn slightly at the softness of her voice.

You glance down to see Daisy crouching by your side, looking up at you with a worried expression. Now seeing your face, she immediately knows what’s wrong and her expression shifts into one of slight relief before twisting into sympathy.

“You sick, baby?” She hums, a hand coming to gently run along your forearm. You sigh and lift your head as she stands up. You don’t have to answer for her to know. Your eyes close as her familiar touch rests against your forehead and you lean into her coolness.

It’s Daisy who sighs now, “oh love, you’re burning up.” Her hand now moves to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing along your flushed, fevered skin. You figured you’d have a fever, but hearing her confirm it just makes you more upset because now you know it’ll be at least a few more days until you kick this thing. You always take longer to recover from sickness when you develop a fever.

“Let’s get you back to bed huh? You can rest and I can do my work there.” She suggests, knowing exactly what’s going through your mind. You simply nod, your throat hurting too much to speak.

Daisy leans to press a loving kiss to your cheek before making quick work of grabbing her things before returning to where you’re still slumped in the chair. “Ready baby?” She hums but you groan at the thought of getting up. Your body just hurts so much and you’re honestly not sure you can stand up without passing out, the room is spinning and you’re only sitting down.

Sensing your discomfort, Daisy bends down a little and effortlessly scoops you up into her arms. She holds you bridal style, tucking you close to her chest and you immediately relax into her hold, burying your face into her soft shirt. “Mmffm…don’ feel good.” Your words are muffled by both the clothing and your congestion.

Your girlfriend hums sympathetically “I know”, she holds back a slight chuckle—she can’t help it! As much as she hates how miserable you are right now, you’re so cute when you’re needy and grumpy like this.

“I’m sorry you don’t feel well, sweetheart.” Daisy pulls you a touch closer and you can only melt into her, having no energy left to do anything other than surrender to her tender care. “Just rest, my love. I’ve got you now.” She promises as she makes her way back to your shared room and it doesn’t take you long to drift off in her arms. You may feel like shit thanks to this fucking cold, but hey, at least you have Daisy now. Mission accomplished.

[captainofthestrangestship]

Leonard McCoy Valentine's Event Day 4: Rose Petals

“He loves me.” Jim sing songs as he plucks a petal off a rose, it drifts to the floor of their quarters. 

Leonard rolls his eyes, how Jim got a rose in the middle of space, he doesn't know.

"He loves me not." He flicks that petal away.

"He loves me. He loves me not."

It goes on, Jim picking, plucking, pulling the rose bare of its petals until there's only two left.

"He loves me not."

Jim grins at him.

"He loves me."

"Don't need a rose to tell you that." Leonard says before pressing his lips to Jim's.

[amethvysts]

DULCE, TAN DULCE — B. POLIDORI.

𖥻 sumário: sua primeira vez com seu namorado, blas. 𖥻 avisos: conteúdo +18! não foi revisado (nunca reviso pq we die like real men here)

💭 nota da autora: baseado em dois pedidos que recebi sobre o blas, escrevi isso aqui. inspirado no rei do sexo, gustavo cerati, o título é de canción animal hihi tá curtinho, mas até que não achei tão ruim. de certa forma, é meu primeiro drabble de smut, então, adoraria ouvir a opinião de vocês! espero que gostem! ♡

"Você tem que respirar, bebita," o lembrete do seu namorado vem acompanhado de uma risadinha, abafada pela pele da sua bochecha, por fazer questão de murmurar contra a sua pele. A trilha de beijinhos molhados é esquecida quando você se arrepia da cabeça aos pés, soltando a respiração que nem percebeu segurar junto de um gemido um tanto extasiado. "A gente mal começou e você já tá assim?". 

A provocação é respondida quando você, propositalmente, aperta o pau dele dentro de você, fazendo com que Blas quase engasgue com as próprias palavras, deixando um gemido atordoado escapar do fundo da garganta. O encara com uma sobrancelha arqueada, como se o desafiasse a dizer qualquer outra gracinha. 

É quando ele se afunda completamente dentro de você, te tocando fundo, mas tão fundo, que você é atingida pela certeza que o sentirá até o dia seguinte. As mãos seguram as suas coxas, empurrando-as contra o seu peito e o ângulo te ajuda a sentir cada centímetro dele. É viciante, entorpecedor, e você se pergunta porque levaram tanto tempo para fazer isso; não que fosse capaz de pensar a fundo sobre a questão, pelo menos, não quando o sente sair de dentro de você só para meter até o final de novo, se enterrando. Os suspiros e gemidos saem como uma sinfonia, acompanhando o ritmo lento das estocadas de Blas.

As mãos te apertam, te trazem para perto e te deixam colada as coxas dele, e os barulhos da sua buceta parecem deixar o ato ainda mais gostoso. Sente o peito esquentar e você precisa batalhar contra a própria vontade de fechar os olhos de prazer, só porque não quer perder a chance de continuar observando as feições de seu namorado, que parece cada vez mais entregue aos seus movimentos e a sensação de ser engolido por você, tão quente e necessitada. Os longos dedos caminham pela pele da sua coxa, caminhando pela pele úmida, subindo pela sua barriga e acariciando um de seus peitos, só por um tempinho, até ele segurar seu queixo. 

O tronco de Blas se inclina mais uma vez sobre o seu, os lábios pairando sobre os teus e as arfadas quentes de ar que escapam da boca dele te fazem choramingar, as sobrancelhas franzindo com força enquanto o encara por entre os cílios.

"Tão gostosa, nena," ele elogia, gemendo contra sua boca, ainda sem a beijar. Entre suspiros, os quadris dele se chocam contra os seus e, olhando para baixo, você percebe que as coxas dele estão ficando vermelhas pelo atrito. Blas percebe o seu olhar, e por mais que sinta falta de te ter o encarando com tanta admiração, sente a necessidade de implicar, "Tá vendo como você tá me engolindo?"

O jeito que a palavra sai dos lábios dele é imunda, e te tem gemendo que nem uma idiota por baixo dele. A visão, combinada com a sensação dele te fodendo, e os sons tão sujos que vocês criam juntos é o suficiente para te ter se contorcendo e ofegando. E também é todo o combustível que o Blas precisa para te deixar pior. O próprio prazer fica no passado quando ele vê os seus olhinhos revirando, e a única coisa que ele consegue pensar é que precisa te fazer gozar no pau dele. Torna-se uma necessidade te arruinar daquele jeito, ver seu corpo tremendo e as costas arqueando por causa dele.

Não que ele seja de ferro, porque toda vez que sua mão, esperta, puxa os fios cacheados ou quando você se contrai em volta dele, Blas tem que afastar o rosto do seu, só para respirar um pouco. Os dentes mordem o lábio inferior, a testa se franze e os olhos castanhos reviram, e os gemidos reverberam pelo quarto, tão carentes quanto os seus. E é em uma dessas em que seu namorado deixa a correntinha de prata que usa bater contra o seu queixo, conduzido pelo compasso das estocadas. 

Mais pela irritação de ter o acessório esbarrando em seu rosto toda hora, você se distrai ao capturá-lo entre seus dentes, segurando-o em sua boca e encobrindo os seus gemidos chorosos. Atento a todas as suas reações, mesmo que aparente estar envolvido no próprio prazer, Blas abaixa os olhos, curioso para descobrir porque você parou de soltar seus sonzinhos tão deliciosos. Surpreso, mas muito contente pela descoberta, o seu namorado não consegue esconder o quanto a visão o encheu de tesão. Ele ri, um tanto incrédulo, e te faz sorrir, também, ainda segurando a correntinha entre os dentes; e você pode jurar que consegue sentir o pau dele contraindo dentro de você. O sorriso de safada entrega que você sabe exatamente o que está fazendo com ele. E Blas não pensa duas vezes antes de colocar a mão na sua bochecha, te provocando com um tapinha de leve.

"O que que eu faço com você, hein?"

[illegalpaladin]

Could I get a cute one of McSpirk visiting bones’ family and Kirk and him help Spock learn how to ride a horse? Also a bit of Spock being surprisingly charming meeting Bones’ parents?

Thank you for the prompt! I did something a little different-- I wrote AOS McSpirk this time. I had a lot of fun writing this one! I hope you like it!

“Good god, man. It's just a horse.”

Spock stands stiffly at the edge of the corral. A bay stallion is nosing lightly at his sleeve. He is doing everything he can to ignore it.

“According to my research, a horse kick can have an impact of 8,722 Newtons.”

McCoy raises an eyebrow and his frown deepens. He's standing next to a horse of his own, holding the reins in one hand. His mother is standing behind the fence, watching them, and covering a laugh with her palm.

He rolls his eyes. “Didn't you grow up with a saber tooth tiger?”

Spock looks as offended as he ever lets himself look. “I-Chaya was a Sehlat.”

“And that's less scary than a horse?”

Spock opens his mouth to argue, but he's cut off as Jim rides up on the two of them. He’s moving too quickly and too wildly– he tugs roughly on the reins and the horse skids to a stop. “Y’know, Bones, I think I see where Spock is coming from.” His horse snorts. “Horses are intelligent animals. I'm sure it's strange for Spock to see such a smart and powerful beast being used as transportation. Right Spock?”

“No,” Spock says flatly. “It is simply that horses…”

“They freak you out,” McCoy offers.

Spock sighs, but he doesn't object.

“Don't worry about it, honey.” McCoy's mom watches Spock warmly, and McCoy can tell she's already falling for his Vulcan charms. “Not everyone's got experience with horses. We've all gotta start somewhere.”

“Yeah, don't worry, Spock. It's easy.” As if to prove a point, Jim pulls hard on the reins and leads his mare in a tight circle. “I’ve only ridden a horse one other time, and I've got it down already.”

McCoy rubs his free hand over his face. “When the hell have you ridden a horse, Jim?”

Jim shrugs. “I got drunk when I was seventeen and climbed the neighbor’s fence.”

“Did– did you ride bareback? How did you even get on the damn thing?” He makes eye contact with his mom, who has an eyebrow raised curiously.

“No idea. I don't remember.” He turns his horse back to look at Spock. Spock’s horse nibbles his sleeve. “C’Mon, Spock. It's just a trail ride. You can handle it.”

McCoy sighs. He steps over to Spock, and his horse follows dutifully behind.

He points at the stirrup. “Put your left foot in there, then swing your right leg over.”

Spock looks skeptical. His horse’s ears twitch.

McCoy and Jim stare at him expectantly.

“You can do it,” McCoy hears his mom say. “As easy as riding a bike.”

Jim leans forward on his horse, resting against her neck. “Do Vulcans ride bikes?”

Spock sighs again, but this time he tentatively steps to the side of the horse. He reaches up, and his fingers brush against its dark coat before settling on the saddle. He lifts a foot, puts it in the stirrup, and hesitates.

McCoy hands the reins of his own horse to his mom and steps closer. He puts a supportive hand on Spock’s back. “Go ahead. I've got you.”

Spock raises himself up and throws his leg over the horse. McCoy’s hand drops, and Spock settles into the saddle.

“See? You're a natural. You even have the perfect posture.” McCoy's mom smiles. McCoy steps back, and within moments he's hoisted himself into place on his own ride.

“Finally!” Jim grins wildly. “Let's get going already!”

McCoy throws one look at him and frowns. He steers his horse towards him until they're side by side, and he reaches out to move Jim’s hands. “You're holding the reins wrong, you idiot.”

“Well,” McCoy’s mom grins. “Not all of us can be naturals like Spock, now, can we?”

[fruitsboots]

Going to bed but I'd like to take some drabble requests!!

Please send me requests for TOS/AOS any configuration of Kirk/Spock/McCoy!

I'll try and do a couple tomorrow!

💖🖖

[tonguetiedraven]

🌧️ Rainy day activities! Feels nice and cozy ❤️🙏

I couldn't decide so have a few, lol. I also tried to make these actual drabbles and 100 words is so restrictive!

Splish Splash

Konekomaru had never seen the point in puddle jumping. It just made him wetter in uncomfortable ways, and he complained often about that.

Shima still jumped in every puddle, splashing everyone.

“Shima!” the warning was too late as Shima jumped anyway, splashing everything.

“Live, Koneko,” Shima encouraged with a grin. Konekomaru rolled his eyes.

But he stepped in a puddle even if he didn’t understand. Shima beamed, and Konekomaru smiled softly. He didn’t always need to understand to join anyway. Not when it made Shima smile like that and not when there would be warmth and dry socks at home.

Rain on the Green Grass

Shiemi always loved the smell of rain.

“Come inside!”

Often to her own detriment. She got distracted in drizzles and stalled in storms and slowed in sprinkles, and it usually ended with her being a muddy but happy mess.

Yukio smiled as she danced in the rain. Izumo complained and swayed very little. Rin splashed and made almost as much a mess as her.

Grandma had shown her the dance and her mother had always resisted it, but Shiemi had seen her dance too, so she continued to love the rain and bring a bit of dance to every storm.

I'm Wet Through

“Shaddup,” Shirou grumbled, sneezing into his tea.

Tatsuma snickered and didn’t try to hide it.

“You know,” Tatsuma said as he served Shirou more, “that wasn’t what I meant by hydration.”

Shirou glared but the sniffle of one of the twins had him looking down in worry he’d deny. They were both still asleep. Perfectly happy and bundled up in their warm and dry things.

He’d thought to get their rain gear, it was his own he’d neglected. They’d stayed dry and he hadn’t. Now his clothes were drying and Tatsuma was laughing.

“Shaddup,” he growled, but Tatsuma just laughed.

[m0dernchr0n1cles]

Ao Bing meets his mother (Aftermath)

Sequel to this post (Part 2) Prequel is here (Part 1)

Thanks to @eternal-3clipse for the suggestion.

TW: implied abuse, parental abandonment, unresolved trauma

Yinglong was not what Ao Bing expected, but he didn't know what to expect. He barely remembered his mother. He only remembered old portraits of the woman in white, before his Father had them taken down. The woman looked so thin and sad, always buried in heavy mink coat that tied her to the chair. In every picture, her eyes were glassy, staring right through the camera.

The woman onstage wasn't sad or glassy-eyed. She was loud and joyous, almost filled to the brim and bursting with wine and laughter to share.

She looked more weathered, her face was thinner, her skin a bit patchier. Instead of sitting in fine brocades and furs, she was shimmying around in old gowns and glass beads to give the illusion of finery.

Looking around at the cardboard shack that his mother called home, Ao Bing felt bile rise in his throat. His mother left them, for this?

N̵o̸, that nagging voice in his head fired back. S̷h̷e̵ ̵l̸e̵f̸t̵ ̵b̴e̵c̸a̵u̷s̷e̷ ̶o̸f̸ ̵y̷o̴u̴r̸ ̵F̶a̶t̸h̷e̵r̴.̷

From what he heard, his mother was always a lost soul. She loved wandering the world. She was already leaving before he was born.

B̷u̸t̸ ̷s̴h̷e̷ ̸c̵a̴m̸e̶ ̵b̶a̸c̶k̶.̷

S̸̹͆̂h̷̰͈̝̹̉͝ḗ̷̖̠́ ̷̻̭͔̆͝á̶̝̙l̷͎̞͑͗w̸͍̼͖͓͗͆̽̔a̴̝̩͉̘͑̊ỵ̵͚͓̹̅̅ṡ̷̡̙̼͒͌ ̴̳͉͚̹̈́̆̐c̵͇̀͊̚ḁ̷́͒̇m̷̢̯͕̄ę̸̣̍̽ ̴̪͇̗̬̽b̵̖͑̅͠à̵̛͕c̴̨̮̙̱̿ķ̸̬͒̈́͑,̶̮̤̞͑ͅ ̵͍̮̹̗̍͘b̸̼̬͈̆̆̊̚e̴̲̭̭̐f̵̯́̈̋́o̸̢̤͌̓̊̕r̴͈̎͆e̶͎̽̚ ̶̛̜͔̭̫̕y̴̙̗̯̜͐͗̾̆o̸͓͑͆̈́u̸̟̱̍̊ ̵̛̙̭̆̓w̶̘̘̹̑͐è̶͎̄r̷̢̹̐̓̎ẻ̴͙͎͆͝ ̵̛͈̊b̴̮͐͛ǒ̸̢̿̃̚r̷̡̠͎̠̃̓ń̴̢̲̼̦̈́̈́̀.̸̯̆͊́͒

They were happy together, once. She admitted it. She loved Father, and He loved her.

Ĥ̵͉ė̴̼ ̸̠̈l̶͇̂o̴̞̍v̴̦͐è̸ͅd̷͇̽ ̴͍͝Ǎ̶̹o̸̙̓ ̶̡̓B̵̳̎i̵̝̚n̴͈͊g̷̖͒.̸̖̀ ̷͇͝H̸̠̐e̵̟̍ ̷̱̂l̸̦̽o̴͉̅v̸̀ͅe̸͉̋ḍ̷̿ ̵͘͜Ĥ̷͙i̵̦͘ṣ̵̈ ̸̢͛f̵̞͊à̷̢m̸̯̒i̴͜͝l̴̡͆y̷̛̰.̷͍͌

Wasn't this all what His work for?

No, she didn't want this. She didn't want any of His "gifts". She didn't ask Him to kill thousands of innocent children for crimes that they didn't remember committing. She didn't ask Him to give her four children in every lifetime, only to take them away in every lifetime. She didn't ask Him to starve Donghai, just to crown her Queen Consort of the city.

He spent two decades in that gilded cage with a gold yoke around his neck. Could he truly blame her for flying away?

S̴͙̄h̵̠̍ȩ̷̚ ̸̼̕ľ̴̮e̷̡͆f̷̭̉t̴͈̅ ̷̬̒y̵̙̚õ̵̮u̴͍̍.̴̙̊

No, he wanted to scream. It was Father. He drove her away. She had to leave.

W̴̥͈̳͋̐̿h̶͍̜͉̊y̸̢͍̲͑ ̸̲̣̿ḏ̷̙̎̐i̶̱̠̎̂d̸̡̳͊̓̈́n̸͈̮͂̂'̶̮͓̉t̶̢̞͙̍̈́ ̸̺̾͗̽ş̷͂́h̵̰̀ḙ̸̑̋͝ ̸͖̈́̈́t̵̺͖̏a̶̩̳̹͝k̸̡̩͇͠e̸̙̫̊̽͘ ̶̜͖̍̓͜ỷ̶͈̼ơ̸̮͈̜ų̴̹̊̑ ̷̪͋w̴͖̹̮͋i̴̪͈̋̈́ț̵̟̲̒̐h̸͍̳̫̉̽̄ ̶̝̞͖̋h̸̻̻̐̌e̷͉͊̌r̸̛͎̰̝͋̃?̵̠̉

"Hey," Yunxiang's voice cut through his thoughts. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Ao Bing felt his face grow hot. "Yeah, why?"

"You haven't touched your drink," Yunxiang furrowed his brow. "You've just been sitting there, not moving... for ten minutes."

Oh, Ao Bing felt his face grow hotter. He took the glass and downed the entirety of its contents.

"I'm fine," he dropped his gaze. "It's nothing." He felt something prickly on the back of his neck. "I'm fine," he insisted, trying to keep the annoyance from his voice.

"Okay," Yunxiang pulled up a barstool, leaning back against the counter. He didn't say anything, which Ao Bing was grateful for.

Instead, his hand fell on the counter, brushing against Ao Bing's. Their fingers interlocked, squeezing the other tightly.

Ao Bing turned to his friend and smiled. Thanks.

[xjulixred45x]

What will be your next works/request?

Here they are, from the oldest to the most recient Request (but not exactly the publishing order, it will be kind of random this time)

Platonic Principal Yaga x Reader

Platonic Yandere Nanami/Higuruma x Necro Reader: reaction to safe adults

Hunter(Toh) x Fluttershy Reader

Platonic Yandere Nanami/Higuruma Drabble Angst

Hazbin Hotel crew with Bill Cipher Reader

Hazbin Hotel crew with Hunter TOH Reader

Yandere Mephisto Pheles x Willing! Witch! Reader

SatoSugu x Bully! Reader (continuation of a Drabble)

Mark Grayson/Invincible x Scarlet Witch! Reader

Lucifer, Satan, Mephisto and Shiro with a half demon Reader crushing on them

would react Rin, Renzo, Juuzou to finding out their crush is a half demon?

General Dating Headcanons of Higuruma

Yandere Nobara Kugisaki Drabble

Platonic Nanami x Adoptive Reader

Lancelot x depressed Luz! Reader

Yandere Choso x Rosa Reader (OC)

Amity, Luz and Hunter with an Angel Dust! Reader

Yandere Lucifer/Mephisto and Amaimon Headcanons with half demon Reader (individual)

Yandere Giyuu Tomioka x Kianna Reader (OC) Drabble

Platonic Winry Rockbell x aprentice Reader

Platonic Roy Mustang x Sibiling Reader Drabble

Yandere! Evil! Mark Grayson/Invincible x Little Sibiling! Reader

Mark Grayson/ Invincible x Raven! Reader

Mark Grayson/Invincible x Yui Komori! Reader

Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric and Ling Yao x Reader with a Twin

[msbonnibelbubblegum]

In honor of first contact day, feel free to send me any star trekky oneshot/drabble requests! Bonus points if it’s first contact vibes, but anything goes. I’ve seen Star Trek tos, ds9, snw, the original series movies, and the first two new trek movies.

(My Ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/ladyarachnid/works )

[super-unpredictable98]

Prank Wars | Back to 15 (De Volta aos 15)

Word count: 1,7k

Pairing: Fabrício X OC

Warning: Strong language, mention of (fake) blood

A/n: Hello everyone! As many of you know, this blog is going through a transition period. As the end of The Eighth Child nears (hopefully very soon with the last chapter), I'm starting to write for other fandoms I care about. A reimagining of Hard Candy is in the works with another AU and other fics are also coming for my second blog (my David Tennant blog lol). This is one of the fandoms I'll be working with from now on and I encourage you all to watch Back to 15 on Netflix if you haven't yet. Thank you so much to @jozstankovich for writing this fun piece with me and being my fandom buddy once again. Oh and I know Halloween is gone, but I was only able to get around to it now, so I hope you all enjoy it!

[Masterlist]

"Okay, Carol, Anita... GO!" Lydia said, closing her eyes tightly as she stood next to the shower in a pink dress and brand new ginger hair.

"Are you sure?" Carol asked, hesitantly. "This dress will never be the same."

"It'll be way cooler, just go!" Bruna growled.  

Anita and Carol then started pouring two buckets of fake blood on Lydia while she laughed a little and tried to get it all over herself.

"Here," Camila chuckled, placing a cheap plastic crown on her head. "Prom queen."

"Knock knock! You guys in there?" Fabrício called, pushing open the door to República das Imperatrizes and stepping inside. "Lyds, are you ready?" he exclaimed, checking his phone before slipping it in the back pocket of his faux leather pants.

"She's ready!" Camila came out of the bathroom giggling with fake blood on her fingers.

"Hey, baby!" Lydia came out leaving a trail behind her (which Rafa would most definitely make her clean in the morning). Her eyes were still closed, but when she opened them, she grimaced at the sight of her boyfriend's costume. "What are you wearing?"

"What am I wearing? What are you wearing?" Fabrício scoffed, his brows knitting in confusion. "I thought you were supposed to be that chick with the huge--" he trailed off, making off a huge boob motion with his hands.

"I said Carrie and Tommy!" Lydia laughed. "Oh please tell me you didn't actually dye your hair black," she came closer and started analyzing his look.

He wore black faux leather pants and a white wifebeater, big chain, double grommet belt, sunglasses, black hair, dangling earrings, and some drawn on tattoos. "Tommy Ross! Not Tommy Lee!" She laughed harder.

"How was I supposed to know?" Fabrício exclaimed, frowning petulantly, jerking his chin away from Lydia's amused gaze. "And yeah! It's only semi-permanent though," he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

"It's fine, the girls are getting ready, we should get to República Tcheca if we don't wanna miss the party," Lydia chuckled. "Did you bring the car? This blood doesn't stain, it's mostly dry."

"It better not, or you're cleaning it up on your own," he huffed, though he smirked at her. "It's kinda scary how hot you look covered in blood," he chuckled, taking her hand to head outside.

"You look pretty hot yourself," Lydia stood by the door, waiting for him to open for her. "We shouldn't drink too much tonight, I'd like to remember what we do."

"Aw, alright, just enough for a little buzz," he agreed, pulling open the door for her. As she settled in her seat, he slipped in as well, making the short drive back to República Tcheca.

"Just a couple beers then," she grabbed his arm, laying on his shoulder while he drove. "You know, I really didn't think about the practicality of having some alone fun after the party with this bloody costume."

Fabrício smirked, glancing down at Lyds. “I don’t mind getting a little dirty,” he teased, pulling into the drive and parking.

"I have to admit this costume looks a million times better on you than the one I had in mind," Lydia stole a kiss from him. "Let's go inside."

"See, I knew what I was doing," he teased, slinging an arm around her shoulders as they headed into the midst of the party.

As soon as the door opened, the music surrounded them and Fabrício nodded to his friends, grinning.

"You want something to drink?" He asked Lyds, leaning in so she could hear him over the music.

"Make a caipirinha for me, babe?" She smiled, waving at the other boys in the fraternity. "I'm going to your room, okay?"

"Comin' right up," Fabrício said, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek before heading to the kitchen. Grabbing a red plastic cup, he made Lydia's cocktail, smirking as he added an extra special ingredient.

"She's gunna kill you, you know that right?" Joel said, watching him slip the little rubber rat into the cup, his brows climbing.

"Yeah, but it'll be worth it," Fabrício laughed, pouring himself a beer from the keg's spigot.

"You say that now..." Joel murmured, shaking his head, but Fabrício was already on his way to his bedroom with the drinks.

Lydia was waiting, trying to find the sexiest pose she could be in when he walked through the door. She kept moving around in his bed until she heard the door opening and settled on one of the poses.

"Hey, sweetie," she smiled, taking the cup. She initially didn't notice anything strange, but when she started drinking, she felt the creature hit her lips. When she pulled away to look, she screamed and threw the whole thing away.

Fabrício nearly fell over laughing. "Oh, I got you good!" he exclaimed.

"GO FUCK YOURSELF! Dickhead, you're such an asshole! How old are you? Five?" She gave him a shove to get out of the room.

"Whoa! Whoa, Lyds wait!" He exclaimed, hurrying after her. "It was just a fake rat! It wasn't real!" He cried.

"I know, but you know I'm scared of rats!" She cried as she marched back to his car. "Go back inside, I wanna be on my own!"

"Oh c'mon, it was just a stupid Halloween prank," Fabrício groaned.  "Lemme make it up to you," he said, pleading her with his eyes, his hands clasped together in front of him.

"How do you wanna do that?" Lydia folded her arms, tapping her foot on the pavement and trying to resist his cute puppy face.

Damn it... when he was like that, he looked exactly like he did as a little boy and he was the most adorable little boy in the history of Minas Gerais.

"I have my ways," he murmured, moving in closer, a hopeful grin tugging at his lips.

"Stop looking at me like that, you don't have the baby fat to make me melt anymore," she teased. "Without those round cheeks, you're no longer cute!" She lied.

Fabrício only pouted deeper, slipping closer, knowing she was lying. "You sure about that?" He teased.

"Hmmm yeah," she turned her face away in a petulant manner. "You were way cuter with that baby fat."

"Oh, I see how it is," he chuckled, holding his hands up. "I guess I'll just go back inside then, and leave you here all alone," he sighed, hoping she wouldn't actually let him walk away.

"No, wait!" Lydia groaned. "You are still cute..." she mumbled.

"Aha!" Fabrício laughed, pulling her into his arms. "I'm sorry about the stupid fake rat, okay? I didn't think you'd get this upset," he murmured, kissing her forehead and then her cheek and then the tip of her nose.

"Alright, this time, I'm gonna forgive you... if you make me another drink, a proper one," she smiled.

"Deal!" He replied, grinning widely before leading her back toward the house, his arm wrapped around her waist. "Wanna watch me make it this time?"

"Nah, I trust you," she kissed him quickly before rushing to his room. She had a plan to get him back. She used his old laptop and the printer every guy in the fraternity used to print their essays. She got a picture of the girl from The Ring with a black background and stuck it to the outside of his window, just in the corner, as if she was watching.

"One caipirinha for you, babe!" Fabrício exclaimed, holding up two cups as he pushed the door open with his shoulder, finding Lydia waiting for him on the bed.

"Thank you, sweetie," she took the cup. "Hmm you're the best bartender ever. Are you sure you wanna stay in law school?"

"Course, I can't make as much bartending. Just means you get my talents all to yourself," he said, plopping down next to her on the bed and taking a sip of his own drink.

"You should think of bartending part-time though, now that Cabra told me you quit the copy room again!" Lydia laughed, lying against the window.

"Ugh, he told you that?" Fabrício groaned. "Yeah, maybe it wouldn't hurt," he murmured, looking up at his girlfriend and frowning, noticing something dark on the window behind her.

"He did, it's the fifth time this month, your dad won't keep sending you money if you- what?" She asked, faking concern when she noticed the look on his face.

"Uh, I dunno, it's probably nothing," he said, shaking his head.

"Really? You looked like you've seen a ghost," she chuckled, still pretending to be wary.

When Lydia shifted slightly, tilting her head in concern, Fabrício gaze shifted fully to the window and he jerked back with a shout, nearly falling backwards off the bed, his heart leaping into his throat.

"What?" Lydia tried not to laugh, taking him in her arms. "What's wrong?"

"Don't see that?" He exclaimed, scrambling to his feet, his eyes wide as he stared at the window, his fear suddenly dropping off as he realized what it was. "Is that Samara?" he asked, frowning as he squinted at the photo taped to the window.

"Happy Halloween, my love," Lydia kissed his cheek.

"Okay, that's fair," he chuckled, turning to catch her lips.

"I just had to get you back cause there's caipirinha all over my dress along with the blood, but... you're a cutie," she said in between kisses.

"Nah, you're the cute one," he murmured, his hand squeezing her hip.

"Hmm I love how soft you are when we're alone..." she chuckled softly. "So so soft and whipped."

He groaned, pulling back to shake his head softly at her. "Yeah yeah, only for you," he sighed, grinning at her.

"Maybe before we get our private fun time... we could... get some of the others? I know for a fact your sister is terrified of spiders, we could steal one from the decorations, and slip it in her hair," Lydia laughed.

"Oooo, you're truly evil, I'm impressed," Fabrício chuckled, a mischievous grin stretching across his face. "Let's do it!"

[the-thread-of-muses]

“Remember when you died?”

This wasn’t a sudden question, Ao knew, the Jade Dragon going to look at the Stone Monkey in question. Their bright green eyes didn’t betray their thoughts; instead, they moved closer to the other and rested their head on Wukong’s shoulder.

“Remember what I said when I died?” Ao asked instead of answering, causing Wukong to sigh and nod his head. The Monkey King remembered those words well, for they still haunted him whenever he slept –

“Don’t blame yourself, you’re not at fault.” Both Ao and Wukong said at once, Ao going to look up at Wukong and smile.

“And what are you doing right now, Wukong?”

“Blaming myself.”

“Exactly.”

Ao brought their hand to Wukong’s cheek, forcing the normally prideful other to look down at him.

Eyes met eyes, and Wukong sighed as he relaxed.

“You’re not going to let me live this down, are you?” Wukong asked after a long moment of pause, Ao letting go of his cheek and sitting upright – laughing, at the question.

“Zhu Bajie would be calling you ‘uncharacteristically insightful’ right now, you know.” Said the Jade Dragon, all the while Wukong huffed and pinched their cheek now.

“Zhu Bajie can go choke.”

“Wukong!”