#delicately shaped marshmallows

[thisblogdoesnotexisg]

nevermoor has some sort of parade during may or march, i will not take constructive criticism because it does not have to be associated with st. patrick’s! anyway it’s kinda like a foodie tech show(?) where they show the latest edible inventions as samples, you can also buy more or donate so they can open a stall in the bazaar and make more products!

[honeytonedhottie]

honeys guide to fall⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🧸💕

i am so so excited for fall 2024. this fall we're serving bambi doll, cupcake and espresso scented, french tips and nudes, crispy chocolate croissants and coffees, sweaters and mini skirts…💬🎀

FALL BEAUTY ;

♡ soft bouncy curls

♡ nude lip combos

i recommend the nyx butter gloss (madeleine) and the nyx chocolate lip liner for a pretty chocolaty look. if ur looking for another nude lip combo use the nyx butter gloss (angel food cake) and the nyx club hopper lip liner…💬🎀

♡ french tips

♡ nude colored manicures and pedicures

♡ marshmallow scented hand creams

as the weather gets colder it becomes more and more important to keep ur skin moisturized and hydrated. carrying around a sweet smelling hand cream can help your hands to stay soft and not dry…💬🎀

♡ fall scented lip balms, body nectars and fragrances

pumpkin, coffee, vanilla, cupcake, chocolate, cinnamon, caramel and buttercream scents are giving fall…💬🎀

lets talk fall beauty products and scents because my favorite part about literally everything is the pampering aspect and the smelling super yummy so lets get into it. the body products i recommend to capture that fall, bambi eyed, doll scent and vibes are.

the sugar cookie body wash from native

ooey gooey cookie body wash from philosophy

chocolate chip body wash from philosophy

all the cozy fireside s’more scents from bodycology

coco coffee body scrub from victorias secret pink

cupcake swirl body fragrance from bodycology

♡ for nails, tapered square french tips or oval shaped nails in nude colors

♡ claw clip hairstyles including half up-half downs or just a classic claw clip pony

FALL FASHION ;

fall fashion to me is tights and mini skirts. leg warmers and uggs and form fitting sweaters. let’s talk about some fall fashion. the tights and mini skirt combo is a classic and it’s an amazing way to incorporate wearing mini skirts even as the weather begins to get a little colder. the tights add a nice touch, even if it isn’t the color of ur skin tone, tights IN GENERAL look rly nice.

ankle boots, ugg boots, BOOTS are so so fall. i rly love ankle boots that have a heel to them and bonus points if ur fall shoes include fur. the fall shoes on my shopping list are ->

ugg boots

ankle boots

mary jane style shoes

ballet flats

form fitting sweaters and jackets are so in for the fall. along with tracksuits. the color pallete for having a bambi doll fall are very much browns, cashmeres, and baby pink. honestly think of neapolitan colours. pink, brown and an off-whitish almost pastel yellow. think PASTRY PRINCESS.

baby phat puffers are perfect for the transition from fall to winter and a good pair of jeans is CRUCIAL for fall. another thing i wanna talk about with fall fashion is LAYERING. layering is such an important aspect of fashion period but ESPECIALLY fall fashion. experiment with different lengths, textures etc. one of my favorite layering combination during the fall is ->

long sleeve tops with a camisole underneath

a form fitting long sleeve top (the ones with buttons at the front) look so DOLLY and adorable when u dont button it, and wear a camisole underneath. its just MWAH. some more fall fashion details also include ->

fur details

ribbons and lace details

delicate jewelry choices

tights and leg warmers

layering

boots

neopolitan cinnamon princess color scheme

long sleeves

mini skirts + tights combo

HOW TO BE A HOTTIE DURING FALL ;

to be a hottie during the fall lets talk about our fall essentials to be our hottest, healthiest and happiest selves this fall…💬🎀

♡ warm milk and honey with a pinch of cinnamon (a real treat)

♡ warm, buttery croissants

♡ wired headphones and a good fall playlist

a good fall playlist consists of artists like lana del rey, pink pantheress, sabrina carpenter and sade…💬🎀

♡ candles that smell like cinnamon cupcakes

♡ a few juicy novels to read

my favorite genres of books to read during this season include mystery, romance and historical fiction…💬🎀

♡ keep up with ur health

during the colder seasons its important to take good care of ur health so make sure that ur taking ur supplements/vitamins, drinking herbal teas and eating a balanced diet to avoid getting sick…💬🎀

[revasserium]

chapter one: a shadow of the past

roronoa zoro; 3,225 words; angst and fluff, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, mostly enemies in this chapter, tragic!backstory, flashbacks, slightly canon divergent, baroqueworks!reader, no "y/n"

summary: in which zoro will always find you, even if you don't want to be found

a/n: not much to say here other than enjoy! :)

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It would be months before he sees you again, months before he runs across the typeset of your codename, on a wanted poster with an obscene amount of Berry tacked underneath — more, he thinks, dully, than the last time he’d seen it.

MS. DOUBLE-NINES — WANTED — 90,000,000 BERRY.

“Agent from Baroque Works… seems like a bad lot,” Sanji says, frowning as he squints at the poster, smoke curling from between his teeth.

“Yeah, dunno about that,” Zoro reaches out to rip the poster from the wall, crumpling it in his fist.

“There a story you wanna tell us, moss-head?” Sanji asks, slating Zoro a long glance.

Zoro scoffs, “Barely,” but at a hard look from Nami, he relents, rolling his eyes, “they sent someone called Mr. 7 to recruit me a while back.”

“And…?” Nami asks, probing as the three of them turn back towards the bustling street market, Usopp and Luffy already halfway down the street, chattering about lunch.

“And nothin’. I took care of him.” Zoro makes to toss the crumpled poster onto the ground but he pauses, glancing down at his hands, “the Marines still owe me his bounty though.”

Sanji laughs, even as Nami scoffs.

“Well, let’s try to stay out of their way till we get out of here,” Nami says, eyes caught on the poster in Zoro’s hands, “at least in the Grand Line, there’ll be bigger fish for them to fry.”

Zoro wets his lips, staring down at your disfigured face before tossing it aside.

“If you say so.”

— — —

You have the most delicate hands — nimble fingers and soft, marshmallow palms. You’d cradle the miniscule wooden knife just so, slipping the dulled edge along the tops of the homemade wagashi, making marks in perfect intervals until the cake resembled a flower, just so.

“Okay, now who wants a piece?” you’d ask, giggling as the boys all scrambled over themselves, raising their hands and hooting like monkeys.

Zoro always held back, feigning disinterest, even though his mouth would water just the same.

“Here, a piece for you too,” you’d say, after giving everyone their due share. Behind you, the other boys would always be squabbling for an extra slice, fighting over the crumbles left on the thin rice paper packaging.

“Don’t want it,” he’d say, looking anywhere but at the tantalizing slice of wagashi, the soft lotus-paste insides nearly translucent, the pastel mochi exterior the perfect amount of sticky and sweet.

His mouth goes dry as you hold it up in front of him, cupped in your palms like just-found treasure.

“Everyone else got a piece,” you say, as if that’s reason enough for him to forgo his abstinence.

He swallows.

“Don’t move.”

His eyes flicker open to the shape of you, crouching by his hammock, a knife held to his throat. Outside, the night is thick and moonless, the seawater lapping softly at the sides of the ship.

Zoro huffs out a breath, “Or what?”

He blinks, the afterimages of the dream still solid behind his eyelids.

“Not sure yet, but I’d bet you wouldn’t like the answer, either way,” you say, your voice barely more than a hiss as you shift the blade from one hand to another and he feels the sharp edge of it skim along his skin.

You’re careful not to break any skin as you pull back, ever so slightly, allowing him to sit up.

“What’dyou want?” he asks, moving slow, fingers inching towards his swords, propped by the hammock’s side.

“Nothing too much,” you answer, “just a free ride off this island. And the next time you dock, you’ll never see me again.”

Zoro scoffs, “That a promise?”

Even in the dark, your grin slants crescent-moon sharp. Zoro blinks again, his mind fighting to reconcile the image of you as a child over the shadow hunched over him now, holding a knife to his throat.

“Something like that,” you say, your eyes flickering down to where his fingers are inches from his swords. Zoro sighs, tugging his hand back.

“Fine — but one condition,” he says.

You hike an eyebrow, “From where I’m sitting, you’re not exactly in the position to be making demands.”

Zoro smirks, folding his arms across his chest and stretching out on his hammock.

“And from where I’m sitting — we’re one alarm away from my entire crew wakin’ up. And… they might not be as good as you one on one but… all together?” he shrugs, “I mean, you do the math.”

Your lips curl into a contemptuous snarl, but you don’t fight him on it. Instead, you pull the knife away, tucking it into your belt.

“Fine. What’s your condition?”

Zoro peers at you from a half-lidded eye, “Tell me what happened to you.”

You puff out a laugh, leaning back against a wooden barrel, propping your arm on your knee.

“It’s kind of a long story.”

Zoro motions towards the darkened window, “We’ve got a lotta time.”

You turn your head away, “Maybe tomorrow,” you say, your voice low and fractured.

Zoro frowns, “You made a promise.”

You cast him a faint, woeful smile, “Yeah, but I never told you when I’d tell you the story.”

— — —

The next morning, you awaken to a wide-eyed stare from a boy who couldn’t have been much older than you, grinning ear to ear.

“Hi!”

“W-what the —”

You scramble backwards before realizing that your back is already pressed against the wall.

“Oh! Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up!” the boy leans back, still grinning, propping both his hands on his hips as he stares down at you. Behind him, you can see the shape of Zoro, leaning by the door, swords at his side, a smirk on his face.

“What the hell’s going on here?” you ask, shooting him a dirty look, “you made a promise,” you spit the word back in his face.

Zoro shrugs, “Yeah, but I never said your free ride would be a secret.”

Your eyes narrow into slits as the boy standing over you claps a fist to his palm, turning towards Zoro.

“Oh! I remember now — we saw her on one of the wanted posters! You’re uhm — Ms… Ninety-Nine?”

You wince, sighing as you push yourself up and dust off your trousers, “Miss Double-Nines, but… close enough.”

Zoro snickers.

“I’m Monkey D. Luffy, and I’m the Captain of this ship! But… I gotta say, your name is way cooler. Did you get to pick it yourself? Or did someone at Bara-Rock Works give it to you?”

You fight down the twitch threatening your left eye as your gaze slingshots to Zoro and back to Luffy again.

“Uhm — someone… assigned it to me. And it’s Baroque Works.”

“Right! Yeah — that one!” Luffy smiles, seemingly unbothered by the implications of you being a member of a known criminal organization.

“Breakfast! C’mon — before it goes cold!” a voice calls down the hallway and a moment later, a blond-haired man in an all black suit peeks his head around the doorframe.

“Ah, our special guest is awake — so what about it, Ms. Double-Nines? Any requests for breakfast? I could do a few eggs, sunny side up, with a side of toast and some freshly made tangerine-butter. Or, we’ve still got some batter left over from the blueberry pancakes yesterday. Take your pick.”

You blink at the man with one shoulder propped against the doorframe, the other supporting a half-done cigarette, bringing it to his mouth for a casual puff.

Zoro lets out an annoyed grunt, “What blueberry pancakes? You gave me left-over potato mush for breakfast yesterday.”

The blonde turns to Zoro with a vindictive smirk, “You really think I’d waste the good stuff on someone with the palette of a forest slug?”

“Oh! I want the eggs! And can you make the sausages you made the other day, Sanji? Those were the best!” Luffy bounces out of the room with a bright smile as Sanji chuckles, shaking his head.

“Yeah, but you’ll have to wait a bit for those!” he calls down the hallway after Luffy’s rapidly retreating form.

You glance from Zoro to Sanji and back again, your stomach a mess of knots, your heart skidding strangely inside your chest.

Sanji slates you a helpless look and a lopsided smile, “C’mon then — can’t miss breakfast. Most important meal of the day!”

Introductions, as they are, take the better part of the morning. Though by noon, you’re still unsure if you’d stepped into some strange alternate universe where you’d miraculously escaped the dark tangles of your past, and into some idyllic, sun-lit story full of great friends and endless adventures.

“Mm, that’s a pretty name, but I still think Ms. Ninety-Nine is cooler,” Luffy says, when you finally tell them your name — the one that had been yours for your whole life before you’d been forced to become someone — no, something else.

“It’s Ms. Double — nevermind,” you sigh, shaking your head, feeling an incredulous laugh bubble out of your chest.

“So… you trying to leave Baroque Works?” Sanji asks, casually adjusting his fishing lines as Nami pours over a hand-drawn map of the East Blue, a pair of tiny glasses perched on her nose. Of all the members of the Strawhat Crew, she’d been the least overtly welcoming, staying quiet and keeping her distance.

And, judging by hardness that lies just on the other edge of her smile, you can’t blame her. She knows a liar when she sees one; you do too.

“Something like that,” you say, glancing away.

Zoro lounges against the main mast, his eyes closed.

“So! You must be a really good fighter!” Luffy says, tugging on his own fishing lines till Sanji nudges him away.

“I —” your voice catches and you look away, “I’m alright.”

“I heard that only the best fighters in Baroque Works get codenames with numbers,” Nami says without looking up, her tone casual. Her hand is steady as she traces a long line through the center of the map.

“It’s… a bit more complicated than that,” you say, your fingers twisting in your lap.

“Complicated how?” Nami asks, finally looking up, her gaze bright and hard and unrelenting.

You lick your lips, shrugging, “It’s just… you don’t have to be a great fighter to be… useful.”

And something about the way you say that makes everyone stiffen. By the main mast, Zoro shifts, peering open an eye to stare at you. But before he can say anything, Luffy jumps up, pulling hard at his fishing rod.

“Look! I think I caught something!”

That night, when they drop anchor, the ocean is still, and the summer air is almost too sweet. Luffy proposes a toast, to a new friend, he says, and Sanji has never turned down a toast to a pretty girl. Even Nami, who had been cautious all day, lured by the sweet tangerine wine and the tantalizing summer air, flashes you a small grin as she raises her glass.

You manage to choke down the wine passed the scream curdling at the back of your throat.

And then later, when the Millions come calling, no one notices the way you slip away, pulling all the fire towards you until you’re too far to be saved.

“Stay back!” you call, even as one of the Millions hauls you onto the deck of a smaller ship by the hair.

“Gum-Gum —“

“Wait,” Zoro places a hand on Luffy’s arm.

“Huh?”

Zoro frowns, pointing to a spot of white on the railings. Luffy stares down at it for a second before Sanji peers over his shoulder, reaching out to dab at the smear of white powder.

“It’s… rice flour.”

In the kitchen, they find a tray with a series of tiny wagashi mochi’s, simply made, but each perfectly shaped and dusted with a fine powder of sweet rice flour.

There’s a hastily scribbled note that just says — Thank you. I’m sorry.

— — —

It takes them the better part of a two weeks to track you down.

And when they do, it’s to an island of sand and trees and not much else.

“What… is this place?” Nami asks as they all hop onto the bleak little stretch of beach.

“It’s a holding ground,” a voice answers, rich and feminine. They all look up to see a tall figure, arms crossed, a cowboy hat perched atop her head. Her hair looks like it’s been cut with a slide-rule. She makes no move to attack, but Zoro still finds his thumb ticking at the hilt of his sword.

Beside him, Sanji looks conflicted at the thought of fighting such a beautiful woman.

“Miss All Sunday,” Nami says, her bo staff clicking clicking into place as she takes half a step forward.

The woman allows herself a grin, dipping the brim of her hat.

“Ara… if it isn’t the Cat Burglar.”

Nami scoffs, “Let’s cut the song and dance — we’re looking for a friend of ours. You might know her — goes by Miss Double-Nines, I think.”

“Friend?” Miss All Sunday lets the word simmer in the air between them, blithely checking her nails before pinning them all with a hard look, “we at Baroque Works aren’t known for making friends outside the organization.”

“Yeah well, maybe our friend’s just different!” offers Luffy, grinning widely, his chest puffed out.

Miss All Sunday regards them for a moment more before shrugging and slipping into the shadows of the giant tree she’d been leaning against. Zoro and Nami share a look before stepping forward to follow her, Luffy, Sanji, and Usopp half a step behind them.

The forest is a twist of ancient trees, their canopy high and thick enough to completely blot out the sun. Beneath the preternatural dark, the woods are spine-chillingly quiet. There’s no rustle of leaves, no hush of wings or skitter of claws. Nothing moves, save for their slinking guide and their own, weapon-laden bodies.

No one dares to speak; even Luffy keeps quiet, his mouth set in a straight line, his eyes tracking the lithe form of Miss All Sunday as she leads them through the undulating terrain.

“Ah… you’re in luck,” Miss All Sunday says, her voice a silken whisper as she stops in front of a massive tree, it’s roots as thick as the Merry’s main mast, it’s trunk so wide it’s impossible to see around. Miss All Sunday adjusts her hat, sweeping her hand through the air much as a hostess would when presenting a prize, “she’s awake.”

It’s you, or at least the shape of you, caught in the massive tangle of tree roots, your arms held to your sides, your body half-swallowed by the trunk of the tree itself. Your lashes flutter open at the sound of Miss All Sunday’s voice, and when your gaze finally lands on them, it goes wide —

“W-what —”

“We’ve come to rescue you!” Luffy says, grinning even as he revs up his arm.

The cigarette dangling from Sanji’s lips falls he leans back to inspect the grotesque sight before him.

It’s Nami who catches Zoro with an arm around the waist, tugging him back to relative difficulty. It’s only then that Zoro realizes how hard he’s breathing, how there’s red seeping like spilt blood into the edges of his vision.

“I — I told you not to follow me!” you say, your voice cracking over the words, your skin nearly translucent as it strains over your ribs.

Zoro ticks his tongue against his teeth, “Yeah well — we never said we’d listen.”

You drop your head, your throat bobbing around a mirthless laugh.

Everyone jumps at the sound of clapping, loud and slow and measured. A moment later, a man in a fur-lined coat with a thick set of stitches across his face steps out from behind the massive tree, a cigar caught between his teeth, a steely glint to his eyes.

“Well done, well done — if it isn’t the infamous Strawhat Pirates,” the man says, crossing his arms and taking a long puff of the cigar.

Luffy takes a step forward, “We are just here for our friend!”

“Your friend?” the man says, an eerie smile splitting his lips as he takes the cigar between two fingers and glances towards you, “you didn’t tell me you’d made new friends, Miss Double Nines?”

You wince at his words, twisting your head as he blows a stream of smoke at your face.

Zoro jerks forward, only to be caught again — this time by Sanji and Nami both.

“Ah, but this is wonderful! We should give your new friends a proper welcome, no?” the man opens his palms, laughing heartily before the forest around them shudders. And then, everything beneath them turns to sand.

It is not a long fight, and Zoro only remembers it in faint flashes — the base rumble of the earth shifting beneath them, the sky-splitting crack of tree trunks as the forest around them roils and breaks. Through it all, he remembers the sound of your voice, calling out something before it’s muffled by a pair of too-large hands —

And it isn’t till he finds himself standing on the thin stretch of beach with the rest of his crew that his mind returns to him, jarred and unsettled, but lucid.

The man with stitches across his face grins, your body caught beneath his arm like a rag doll. He laughs as he tosses you down onto the sand at this feet.

Both Zoro and Sanji charge forward, only to stop in their steps as the man cocks a gun and levels it at the back of your head. He grins, tilting his head.

“Go on,” he says, “she’s right there, isn’t she?”

Sanji crouches down, his eyes narrowed. Zoro’s jaw clenches as he adjusts his hold on his swords.

You shake your head, your hair a dark spill around your shoulders, peppered with sand as you push yourself up onto hands and knees, your gaze imploring as you look up at them.

“Don’t.”

Zoro feels something inside him snap at the broken register of your voice.

He charges forward just as the man reaches down to grab a fistful of your hair and tug you backwards, pressing the muzzle of the pistol to the side of your head.

“Let her go, and I might let you live,” he snarls between gritted teeth.

The man grins, savage and unbothered, shaking you like a marionette on tender strings. You let out a soft groan as he digs the gun further into your temple.

“Ah… I’m not sure I like being threatened on my own turf,” the man says, his voice soft as he trails the gun along your face down to your throat before pressing it the soft spot just beneath your chin. Your eyes squeeze shut.

“Wait —!” Zoro’s voice cracks like a gunshot over the word, desperation wriggling it’s way up his throat till it’s spilling out of his mouth.

The man’s eyes go dark at the sound, his mouth splits wide on a savage grin as he trails the gun back up to your temple, caressing the trigger with almost lethargic ease, clicks down the safety — and shoots.

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Birthday Sex

Synopsis: Miguel is working late on his birthday, leaving you needy and you can't resist getting started without him. Words: 859

CW: MINORS DNI, x Fem!reader, Miguel wears glasses(had the dadbod version of him in mind tbh). Masturbation ,Mention of breeding, fantasizing, just smutty in general lol

A/N: Happy Birthday to our Migs!!🎂 idk if I still got it tbh but this was in my drafts for a sec so I cleaned it up a bit and here ya go. Idk if it's good but I couldn't not do anything for his bday! 😭😭 @melpomenes-garden thought of you on this one ;)

MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR FLUFFTOBER🎃 (don't worry, I'm cooking on my pending requests, I have 5 to write, I promise I see it💕)

Of all nights for Miguel to be working late, his birthday certainly was particularly inconvenient for you.

A burnt out candle that lingered in the air of toasted marshmallow pumpkin, gathering clouds outside your window that threatened to drizzle more raindrops onto the October city line of Nueva York. 

Leftovers that were boxed up hours ago in the fridge had lost their freshness. They didn't taste the same without your boyfriend eating with you. 

A chocolate cake and half drunk glass of Cabernet that was working its bitter rich magic and traveling swiftly to your neglected pussy. 

A finger stained with melted frosting, you allow the tip of your tongue to swirl around it, closing your eyes and imagining for just a moment that it's Miguel. 

Fffuck, Miguel...

No thoughts, only thoughts of Miguel. 

Miguel. 

Thoughts of his body...

You really should wait for him to get home so you can celebrate properly together but the desire is one step ahead of you, led hopelessly by the wine. 

His arms...his thick forearms with dark hair. Imagining the soft pads of your fingertips running all along them memorizing the pattern, feeling his veins, feeling his strength enveloping you, encased underneath his scorching skin. Him tugging you closer to him as he laid you on your back.  

This fine, strong man handling you and holding you down like you were his toy. 

Imagining his weight on top of you now, trying to picture that he was using his fingers instead of your own, aching to recall his delicious scent and that masculine musk, imagining the shape of the shadow of the outline of his naked body, those shoulder muscles rippling as he holds and cages you under him.

His plump, juicy lips and the way they felt as they trailed down your neck, feather light and dancing across the pattern of your skin, as though he was trying to burn their impression onto your body from his touch alone. 

Those thick fingers of his, calloused and rough yet handling you so delicately as they roamed your body in a loving search until they landed and magnetized to the treasure of your clit, his mouth falling open as he rubbed the aching bud in circles, endless mantra  softly pleading with you to cum for him until you were quivering. 

His hands pressing into your palms as he'd pin them into the mattress, squeezing them tenderly as he gave you every inch of his cock, over and over again, even lightly gripping your chin, his thumb slipping over your bottom lip as he made you watch his wet cock slide torturously in and out, bathed in thickening slick with each steady thrust. 

The way those delectable brown eyes of his utterly melted into yours, deep like the mocha you drank every morning, oozing with a lust only you could awaken.

Maybe even imagining he'd keep those narrow frame glasses of his on as he fucked you. Imagining them sliding down his nose as he looked up at you skillfully, slowly circulating your hips, keeping his cock nice and warm within you. This enormous man whimpering and trembling underneath you as you slid up and down and grinded your clit against the thick veins of his ample length.

Imagining his face dizzy red and delirious with passion as he gripped your ass cheeks, letting gravity do the work as he held you up then let you slap against the base of his cock with the sloppiest plap. The cream oozing out of you adding to the pooling juices of his love mixed with yours he was already planning on making you clean off of his fingers while he pounded you from the back later on. 

You feel your body quake under the overwhelming snap of pleasure that manifested in more wetness seeping out of you and onto the silken sheets. The apex of arousal rendered you numb as you imagine listening to Miguel softly panting above you, his happy trail smeared in glossy strings of cum. 

You hum peacefully, sleep already descending rapidly upon you, but a voice yanks you promptly out of it. 

"Started without me?" 

"Miguel!"

Your face heats deeply, but you bite your lip, concentrating on his voice, the way it seduces and settles you, the way it drips so beautifully. The baritone awakening the latent heat settling between your thighs. Not bothering to close your legs, gifting him his first present of many tonight with your shiny, glistening cunt. 

"No te preocupes, definitely not complaining about what I'm looking at right now..." He whispers before he captures your lips in a soft kiss that quickly escalates into something heated and sloppy. "Though so impatient..."

He pulls back momentarily to breathe, his sharp jaw completely slack that weakly curled into a smug look of satisfaction, eyes darkened as he gripped your thighs before flipping you on your stomach.

"Happy Birthday to me..." He mutters before his thick tongue teases then flattens against your soaked folds, burying into your ass as you softly whine. 

"Gonna give me at least two more before I make you a mommy tonight, right baby?"

[once-in-a-blood-moon]

Summer Is...

All characters (except Luke) x GN! reader

AN: Did something a little different, so I hope you enjoy! I tried to distribute the characters equally, so I'm sorry if a few characters have more or less than others 😣

Warnings: Mention of skinny-dipping but nothing suggestive

Summer is a picnic in the shade where stolen kisses are shared with the lingering taste of strawberries on your tongues. Soft giggles ring through the air, harmonizing with the chirping birds and the gentle breeze through the trees.

- Asmo, Beel, Simeon, Solomon, Thirteen

Summer is a long drive to nowhere with the windows down and loudly blasting music. There are shared smiles between you two and a loving hand on your knee as you both sing to your heart’s content.

- Lucifer, Mammon, Diavolo

Summer is creating silly sundaes that are too sweet to consume on your own, so you share it with another. Your spoons purposefully, but playfully, knock into the other’s while a few bites are fed to each other in between your playing.

- Beel, Barbatos, Solomon

Summer is laying on a blanket in the middle of a field during a clear evening when the stars are perfectly visible. Fingers point to different constellations as their stories are recounted, and a shooting star streaks across the sky as your hands shyly tangle together, the both of you silently wishing for another night like this.

- Satan, Belphie, Solomon, Raphael

Summer is sitting among a field of wildflowers where flowers are picked and delicately braided into little crowns. You both anoint each other’s heads with their presence while your hearts do backflips just from seeing how cute the other looks while wearing them.

- Levi, Asmo, Barbatos, Simeon, Mephistopheles

Summer is skinny-dipping in a lake that’s hidden from view. Laughs and screams echo around the area as you both splash each other until your bodies are completely soaked. They disappear below the water, only to sneakily emerge from behind as you feel a pair of arms wrap around you, never wanting to let you go.

- Mammon, Levi, Asmo, Thirteen

Summer is walking on the beach with sand between your toes as gentle waves lap around your ankles. Your skin is red hot from being out too long in the sun, but the two of you only care about how perfectly your fingers intertwine together as your eyes comb over the shoreline ahead of you in search of washed up seashells to take home.

- Levi, Belphie, Thirteen

Summer is scouring for interestingly shaped rocks to be painted on and made as a summer keepsake. The cold drinks turn warm and the hours of talking do nothing but distract from the task at hand. But once the craft is done and the paint has dried, you exchange them to hold onto forever.

- Lucifer, Satan, Asmo, Raphael

Summer is having an outdoor movie night with a mountain of blankets and pillows to keep yourselves warm and off the grass. There are snacks galore, lots of laughter, and even more snuggling until you both inevitably fall asleep under the stars while the movie plays on.

- Mammon, Levi, Belphie

Summer is having a bonfire to roast marshmallows, make smores, and tell scary stories. It’s all fun and games until one of you eats too many smores or gets too spooked that you have to head inside, but the smell of the smoke on your clothes and hair reminds you that it was worth it to get to spend time together.

- Mammon, Beel, Diavolo

Summer is dancing barefoot in the grass while the sky turns orange and pink as the sun sets. Lights are hung in the trees to give light to the forest as you both plan to keep dancing until dawn. Songs are sung between you two, the only other sound accompanying is of the frogs and crickets chirping.

- Asmo, Diavolo, Solomon, Thirteen

Summer is watching the fireworks at the end of a festival. Eyes sparkle with excitement as bodies lean into each other, sharing warmth, wanting to remain close to cherish this moment together. A soft kiss is shared once the last firework pops in the background.

- Lucifer, Beel, Diavolo, Mephistopheles

Summer is handwritten letters to your summer love. Each letter reminisces on the fun things you did together. And while you both are separated for now, you both look forward to the next summer, imagining more ways to spend more time with the one you love.

- Lucifer, Satan, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, Raphael, Mephistopheles

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

banner by @/cafekitsune

Pairing: John Price x fem!OC (Rory Sinclair)

Word count: 1.5 K

Warnings/Tags: MINORS DNI, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, established relationship, monster hybrid au, ABO dynamics (sort of), werewolf female in heat, John Price has a breeding kink

A/N: inspired by @/bluegiragi's cod monster hybrid au. Dragon!Price makes my brain fuzzy

Title based off this song

The warm, caramelized vanilla scent of toasted marshmallows invades his nostrils, smothering him in the sticky sweetness of his lover's heat. Left to crave it with the insatiable hunger of an insect led to the honeyed nectar of a pitcher plant. Used for her needs, required to fulfill a biological demand.They might have been different species, but this dragon was no fool, he'd be damned if he wasn't driven the tiniest bit mad by his little wolf spread out on their bed, surrounded by pillows and blankets in her own hand-built nest fluffed and shaped on her own accord all so she could be taken by her mate in a time-honored tradition. 

Breeding.

He could appreciate the effort she put in, but even more so it was the sight of her presenting herself like a good little pup. Her round, firm ass held high in the air, hips flaring as she arches her back on her hands and knees, wiggling her delicious curves at him – as if she really needed to tease to get him to join her. His fangs were already dug deep into his lower lip, his claws piercing into the palms of his fists, carving crescents into his rough, meaty paws, struggling to resist the temptation served up to him. 

Fuck, she’s so willing and eager. 

“Christ, Ror, look at you,” he growls, sweat beading on his brow as if the fires that burned in his belly were raging out of control. She was the catalyst that could spark an inferno.

Whining, she keens against the mattress, grinding her slick cunt along the bed, desperate for the friction. She's soaked, drenched and dripping, and the sight of the thin, pearlescent filaments of her slick drooling from her cunt and connecting her to the bedding make his heart race. Her heats always turn her into a feral thing, desperate for him, for his cock. A wanton creature of base, animalistic desires that ache to be sated.

“Please, John,” she mewls, her arms and legs shaking, her breaths a heavy pant as her skin glows with a sheen of perspiration that beads from her pores and fills the room with the cloying scent of her need. 

“Tha’s right, darlin’. I’m here, just relax. Lemme take care o’ you, sweetheart.”

Her arousal is a palpable thing, he can taste it in the air. It clings to his taste buds like thick cream and he can't help but groan, his eyes rolling back in his head as if the scent itself can rewire his own instincts and flick the switch that begs to plant his seed inside her, giving her exactly what her every nerve and muscle is crying out for, to be freed from the burden of an empty womb. The dragon inside him begs to claim her, to mark her as his, a wonderful addition to his hoard. This pretty little lupine who has him wrapped around her little finger is the jewel of his crown.

Swallowing thickly, he rubs his hand down his mouth, steadying himself, regaining control. The last thing he needs is to let the dragon loose and harm her. Never her. Though this side of Rory tends to like things rougher, she’s wild, more intense, he still has to reel himself in. Her skin is so soft, tender, supple. The wrong move of his claws could tear her apart. She’s so small, a delicate little thing and she trusts him. He’s her mate, her protector, and it stirs every instinct in him to hold her close and never let her go, to never let anyone else touch her or come near. The greedy, territorial dragon that curls around her, huffing out smoke in warning at any who might dare trespass upon his domain. She was his to guard.

Climbing onto the bed, the mattress creaks and groans under his weight, and he can feel the heat radiate from her body, her skin burning with a fever that can’t be starved, it must be fed, if only to relieve the pain she suffers. God, he hates how her own body betrays her like this, how wet she is yet, at the same time, she wants to curl up into a ball as she grabs at the bedding, twisting it in her fists as she trembles beneath him, panting and moaning, gritting her teeth as she waits for the sweet release of his cock inside her. 

He’s barely saddled up behind her before she’s grinding against him, scenting him with her sweet little pussy. The perfume of her need wafts around him in a heady aroma that he sinks into, pleased as punch to take up the mantle of her partner. The intoxicating thought that wolves mated for life twisting through the folds of his reptile cerebellum like vines. He’s lost in her already and he’s not even inside her yet.

Stilling himself, steeling his resolve to keep himself from coming instantly, he grips her hips and rubs his thumbs into the flesh tenderly. He knows her body, intimately, both as a lover and as her captain, and it's a thrilling notion that never fails to stroke all the right parts of his brain. He pumps himself in his hand, once, twice, feeling the thick girth start to throb in his fist and he can’t hold back any longer. Dipping into her slick, he teases her entrance with the head, making her claws dig into the mattress, kneading it like a kitten as she mewls and growls at the back of her throat. 

Tail swishing back and forth behind him, it thumps cartoonishly as if it has a mind of its own. The constant drumming of it against the bed like a metronome of his passion, keeping time with his racing heart and his pistoning hips as he takes her deep.

“There she is,” he purrs, slipping into her with ease.

His arm coils around her, holding her soft body against the hard planes of his form, fur brushes against scales in a feather-light kiss. A clawed digit finds its way to her folds, and her clit is already stiff, pulsing as the blood flows to her puffy, plush pussy. Rubbing it in slow, gentle circles, he coaxes out a ragged cry from her lips.

Melting forward into the mattress, her eyes flutter shut as she moans long and low, the sound of perfect pleasure. There’s no resistance from her, no playful push back, she gives into his touch in totality. “Fuck, John… just like that, love,” she breathes, her head hanging and she loosens underneath him like an unraveling knot. 

He smirks, pride filling his barrel chest, eyes crinkling at the corners, dimples creasing his cheeks. He’s on top of the world right now and it only gets better as she bucks her hips back against him, driving him into her right to the hilt, building towards that sweet release they are both racing to.

This is it. There’s nowhere else he’d rather be. 

The head of his cock brushes against her cervix and she howls, her velvet walls clenching tight around him. It's enough to flood his mind with images of her belly made round and full with their pups, her pretty little tits swollen with milk. He can’t stop the guttural groan that builds from deep in his chest. 

She’s too much, too fucking perfect. She had him from the first moment he caught her scent and she smiled at him. 

When she moans out the word “Alpha”, his breath hitches. She's never used the term before and it sends him reeling, his head spins. It makes him feel like a king, a God, and his dragon side roars at the idea. Ownership. A claim. Her Alpha. His Omega. The beginning and the end. A pair bound to each other, their very natures interlinked. Two halves made a whole, and bringing forth new life. 

The heat boils in his gut, twirling bands of steam rising and warming the blood in his very veins. He tries to stop himself, biting his lip, roaming his hands down the tense muscles in her back, groping the soft swells of her breasts and rolling her nipples, his fingers following the trails of sweat that bead down the curves of her body.

“Christ, love, I’m so fucking close.”

“Please, John… Please…” 

The whimpers, the pleading with him to give her what she needs is enough to crack any strength he had left to last wide open. His wings flutter as a shiver runs down his spine and he plants himself to the root, her creamy slick coating him as his seed fills her. Springtime in a garden that he wants to watch grow. 

Their thighs are wet, muscles quivering, limbs trembling as he wraps his arms around her, nuzzling into her neck, breathing her in deep. She smells like heaven and a low rumbling sound of contentment vibrates through the both of them. He trails kisses down her neck, his lips wrapping around the old mark on her neck, the scars left behind from where his teeth had sunk into flesh, and he sucks softly as a reminder of who this little wolf was tied to, remaining connected until it finally takes.

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[shiyorin]

I was quite surprised when someone sent me a warhammer request on marshmallow, but here we go.

#Modern au. You are a designer who oftens works from home.

#Just a normal morning with primarchs

#Menu: Imperial Secundus

#I promise it only has romcom

Lion El’Jonson

Lion's eyes fluttered open. The alarm blared, jarring him from a dreamless sleep. He groggily fumbled along the nightstand, groping in vain until his palm struck the clock itself, knocking it to the floor. Finally, blessed silence.

He rolled over with a grunt, hugging the blanket tighter and started to drift back under. But a relentless pounding on his door shattered the tranquil haze.

"Lion!! Wake up!! You told me to wake you up early today!" came your insistent voice from the door.

Ugh, did he say that? Of course, he must have, you never would have disturbed his rest otherwise. Lion pulled the covers over his head, letting out a petulant growl. He'd finally gotten some leave time, intended to sleep it away after months of grueling deployments. But apparently obligation called once more.

There was an important PR ceremony today, some ribbons and handshakes to help soothe the civvie politicians. A necessary, but not how he wished to spend his brief repose. For a treacherous moment, the stubborn soldier considered ignoring your wake-up call.

But no. You would only escalate your reminders, and he cringed at the thought of what inventive method you might employ next time. Best to acquiesce... for now.

Lion threw off the sheets with a resigned sigh and swung his feet to the floor. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he padded into the bathroom, glaring at the haggard reflection in the mirror. His beard had grown considerably during his absence, an unruly rug framing the sharp angles of his jaw and cheeks.

He grabbed his trimmer and set to taming the wilderness, meticulously shaping it back into a crisp military cut. Freshly groomed, he tugs on the crisp dress uniform laid out the prior evening. Drab olive tones that do nothing for tired but befit the solemn occasion.

One last lingering look in the mirror confirms his stone-faced professionalism. No one would ever suspect the churning sea of doubts and regrets that dwell behind those cold eyes.

With a resigned sigh, he steps out into the living room. Immediately he's greeted by an unexpectedly enticing sight, you lounging on the sofa in minimal loungewear.

You were sprawled on one end of the sofa, some oversize tee and cotton shorts clinging to your languid form. A tablet danced in your delicate fingers, your face a mask of fierce concentration for whatever design you worked on. Lion couldn't help his treacherous eyes from tracing your curves, taking in expanse of naked legs on a sumptuous display.

On impulse, he crept closer behind your perch, locking onto that elegant neck arching so invitingly. He bent low, baring his teeth ever so slightly as a humid breath rolled across your flesh...

"What are you doing?!" 

You flinched bodily, whipping around with wide eyes. Lion recoiled slightly, caught like a schoolboy playing mischief. But your shocked expression melted into an exasperated look as he feigned innocence with lofty indifference.

"Nothing."

Lion cleared his throat.

"You know, you could go outside once in a while. A little sun might be beneficial."

You shot him an icy scowl over the edge of your screen before shrugging elaborately. "I get plenty of Vitamin D, thank you."

He snorted inwardly at the subtle double entendre. Of course you did. Drawing near with an exaggerated sigh, Lion jerked his chin down in clear expectation. You dutifully rose without comment and began smartly knotting his tie, making a few last tidy adjustments before stepping back to appraise your work.

Your bright eyes raked over his crisply-attired form, sparkling with unreadable thoughts before giving a slight nod of approval. "Very handsome. I'm sure they will like it."

"If only..." Lion muttered "I'll be counting the hours until I get cut loose from these."

His gaze subconsciously drifted to the framed awards and photos lining the shelves, stark reminders of his true calling, a life of struggle and valor amidst the echoing guns. And here, he felt like a caged beast, bored, aimless and shackled.

"Speaking of eating..." He turned back to you "What say we go out for a nice steak dinner tonight? I should be done with this whole circus by mid afternoon."

You cocked one shapely eyebrow, unmistakably intrigued. "A prime rib does sound tempting... and you're paying of course?"

"Better than tofu and kale, right?" Lion's eyes crinkled at the corners, indulging his rare playful side. "We could even get a nice bottle of Cabernet to go with it." 

You said with a smirk "Wait... Is this a date, sir?"

A delicate flush colored his cheeks for just a moment as he turned away dismissively. "Well, I'd say it's just dinner."

You chuckled "Alright sir, it's time to go.."

He shot you an incredulous look as you give him a wink.

"As if you're one to lecture anyone on getting out more..." He muttered under his breath once the door clicked shut.

But a smile played across his lips as he grabbed his keys and cover, already counting down the hours himself.

Sanguinius

Sanguinius slowly peels open his eyes as the first rays of dawn filter through the bedroom window.

Despite being a morning person in theory, his body protests at the early hour, muscles tight and eyelids heavy from a restless sleep. He drags himself out of the tangled sheets, padding wearily to the bathroom.

The hot shower does little to shake the lingering weariness. It clings to him like cobwebs as he towels off and slips into a plush silk robe, a small indulgence. He catches a glimpse of himself in the foggy mirror, pausing for a beat. His chiseled features and athletic physique betray no hint of the pain that gnaws at his insides lately.

Pushing those nagging thoughts aside for now, Sanguinius drifts out to the kitchen. He uncorks a deep Cabernet Sauvignon decanter to pour himself a generous glassful. Not exactly the most typical breakfast beverage, but he's long past caring about societal conventions.

When he turns to join you at the dinette table, he's greeted by the sight of his disheveled roommate cradle-hugging a steaming coffee mug. You're barely awake yourself, straggles of hair framing your bleary eyes. Despite your almost comical morning disarray, you're still the most gorgeous thing Sanguinius has ever seen.

Instinctively he opens his arms for an embrace, a silent good morning routine. You merely stare at him through slitted lids before downing the last of your coffee. Then, with neither word nor warning, you thrust the empty cup into his hands and turn to go.

Sanguinius is left bemused for only a heartbeat before chuckling softly. He rinses the mug out, refilling it with the last of the coffee and offering the fresh cup which you accept with a grateful nod. You vanish into the living room, curled up on the sofa mere moments later. Your bright LED monitor casts a blue glow across those striking, angular features, already immersed in rendering textures for another character model no doubt.

Padding over, Sanguinius gingerly retrieves his portfolio from beside the armchair. He sinks back into the plush cushions, leafing through page after page of Renaissance and Baroque masterpieces. Yet he can't seem to focus on the brushwork or chiaroscuro artistry today.

He finds his gaze drifting from the pages time and again, stealing glances at the beauty, studying the delicate shape of your lips, the color of your eyes, the effortless fluidity with which your graceful fingers fly across the keyboard.

"Don't stare at your phone and eat at the same time," He chides warmly as you start scrolling through work emails with one hand. "You'll choke."

"Fair point, from the man sipping wine at 7 AM."

You arches one shapely eyebrow but doesn't deign to reply further. Sanguinius drains his own goblet and rises to clean up. He takes his time, puttering about the loft tidying this and straightening that, all while keeping you in his sights through stolen glimpses.

Once finished with his little chores, he finds himself drifting over to your place without even thinking about it. You don't seem to notice or mind as he leans over the back of the sofa, studying your latest creation in-progress.

"Impressive," Sanguinius murmurs, genuinely awestruck by the master-level craftsmanship. "Truly remarkable."

You pause for a beat, gracing him with the faintest of smiles before turning back to the grindstone, lost in your creative zone once again. He remains looming over you for a long moment, close enough to catch the faint scent of your hair's jasmine essence and feel the soft warmth of your body heat.

Then, finally, Sanguinius straightens up with a heavy, wistful sigh. He pads across to collect his folio and jacket from the armchair.

"Well then, I should get going. I've got a gallery walk-through this afternoon for the new exhibition."

On impulse he leans down, throwing his arms around your shoulders to pull you into a tight embrace from behind. You stiffens for the briefest heartbeat before your body seems to melt and settle into him. He nuzzles his nose into your fragrant tresses for one fleeting, delicious breath.

"I'll see you this evening."

*****

Sanguinius sighs heavily, doing his best to focus on the massive abstract canvases arrayed before him. But despite the confrontational slashes of color and impassioned brush strokes, his mind keeps wandering.

Wandering to thoughts of your legs and hair as wild and as unkempt as the paintings themselves. To the smirking cupid's bow of full lips perpetually pursed in sardonic amusement at his romanticized notions.

A shiver runs down Sanguinius' spine as he recalls their very first encounter in vivid detail...

Perhaps today he might finally dare to put brush to canvas, crafting the masterpiece that's been swirling in his mind for months now. 

It may very well be the only art that truly matters in this life.

Roboute Guilliman

The pre-dawn stillness hung heavy over the apartment as Roboute Guilliman stirred awake. His body clock was precisely punctual, never requiring an alarm. But it had become a morning ritual nonetheless.

Rolling over, he lay motionless in the darkness, his soft breathing was the only sound. Exactly four minutes before the jarring beep of the alarm was due, Guilliman's hand shot out and silenced it. 

With a quiet sigh, the politician slipped from the bedsheets, feet touching down soundlessly on the carpet. As the sheets were tucked with crisp military corners, he pulled the curtain across the bedroom before retreating.

Down the hallway, he rapped his knuckles firmly on your bedroom door in passing. Just a simple courtesy to avoid catching you if you happened to be awake and roaming.

A low grumbling seeped out from behind the door. Apparently his roommate was still very much entombed in slumber at this hour.  

He shook his head with a sigh as he made for the apartment's main living area. You could easily sleep till noon if permitted. But you needed to get on a decent schedule, your deadline for that game company's new character model was rapidly approaching.

Guilliman shrugged into his robe and settled into his daily routine. First a pot of strong coffee set to brew while he goes out to the lobby for the morning paper. The brisk chill of the morning air roused his senses fully. 

As the newscasters on the television in the living room prattled about yesterday's legislative victories and this morning's planned protests, Guilliman flipped through the paper's headlines. A frown creased his brow as his eyes scanned snippets:

*...divisive new social policies expected to be blocked yet again as party ties remain locked in stalemate...*

*...public trust in elected officials is at all time low amidst deluge of corruption scandals...*

He shook his head with a weary sigh. The political realities of governance had proven far more vexing than any military campaign ever faced back in his service days. Compromise and incremental change seemed the agonizing order of the day, no matter how dire the situation.

The timer's shrill beep indicated the coffee was ready. Muscle memory took over as Guilliman retrieved the carafe, split the hot brew into two mugs, then poured in the respective milk and sugars to each's preferred taste.

Almost on cue, a sleep-tousled you shuffled into the dining room with a jaw-cracking yawn. Your silk robe hung open, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of the matching negligee beneath. 

"Mmmmmorning..." you mumbled groggily, bare feet padding across the linoleum.

Guilliman turned at the exact moment you wrapped your lithe arms around his midsection from behind with a contented sigh. Your cheek nuzzled against the flat planes of his back as he stiffened self-consciously.

"What's for breakfast, hmm?" Your voice was blissfully sleepy, still thick with half-dreams and warmth.

Clearing his throat, Guilliman gestured to the set table with a prim nod. "Belgian waffles and seasonal fresh fruit compote, as requested. With the coffee you prefer."

Your answering hum of delight vibrated through his robe pleasantly. "Love you."

Guilliman felt his face grow warm as you giggled, returning to slather the unappetizing bread-slab with sugary condiments. Best to ignore such needling - especially when you have a point. He couldn't help but spoil you.

… Besides, how many other politicians were roomies with a character model designer? He couldn't be too harsh.

Before he could react further, you released your lingering embrace and flopped bonelessly into your seat. Guilliman blinked, momentarily flushed, before joining you at their customary places across the small table.

They ate in a relaxed quiet broken only by the newscasters' prattling drone. Guilliman couldn't help noticing the elegant,delicate way your lips pursed around each forkful...

A loud slam from their neighbor's door shattered the reverie, making them both jump slightly. He pinched the bridge of his nose with a shake of his head. "Honestly, can people not control themselves for five minutes..."

You reached over to give his clenched fist a reassuring squeeze. "Any luck with the proposed housing reforms? I saw it was on the docket again this week..."

Swallowing hard, he mustered a tight smile. "Well, progress remains...incremental." His eyes flicked to the  mobs of irate citizens wielding placards and crude banners on television screens. "The special interests dig their heels in deeper every time."

"Just give it time." Your tone was soothing even through your usual wry inflection. You sipped your coffee thoughtfully, ruby lips leaving a perfect imprint on the porcelain mug. "They're going to feel awfully silly someday for not listening to you."

"I certainly hope--"

Guilliman glanced down at the time on his portable cogitator, eyes widening. "Blast! I'd best get moving if I'm on time for the morning session."

He rose swiftly, tucking in his chair and gathering the dishes in one practiced movement as you watched with bemused detachment. Within moments he was already depositing the load in the sonic dishwasher, suit cuffs neatly buttoned. 

At the door, he hesitated with one hand on the knob. Glancing back, Guilliman called over his shoulder, "I may be late this evening. There are deliberations scheduled on--"

"I know, I know." You waved him off with a little smile, one foot tucked under your thigh as you sipped your coffee. "More stuffy old men yelling and accomplishing nothing, as usual."

Lips pursing tightly, Guilliman simply grunted before slipping out into the corridor. Your teasing was affectionate but still stung just a bit.

Carefully straightening the crisp lapels of his suit, Guilliman cleared his throat. "Do try and not bury yourself in laptop too deeply today, yes? Your health is as important as any project deadline."

You waved an airy hand, taking an uncouth slurp of your coffee. "Yeah yeah, mom, I know the drill. Now get going before you're late for all your super important senatorial meetings."

Pausing at the door for one final longing look at that adorably disheveled figure, Guilliman repressed a smile. He truly was a lucky man, even if his roommate could be his pain at times.

As the oaken portal swung closed and his strides carried him off to another long, grueling day of civic responsibilities, the statesman couldn't help but look forward to returning home this evening.

[lou-struck]

Ice Spectating

Kei Tsukishima x reader

25 Days of Ficmas Day 2

W.C: 1.4k

~ It may be cold outside, but the joy of watching other people fall on the Ice Rink warms both yours and Tsukki’s hearts.

The city certainly outdid itself with this year’s holiday lights display at the park. Every tree and naked shrub is adorned with hundreds of little multicolored twinkly lights. Giant glass ornament sculptures line the walkways between the playgrounds, fire pits, and picnic benches, making it look extremely festive. 

A paper cup of coca attempts to warm your mitten-clad hands as you try to match your boyfriend’s long strides, passing the delicate snowflake sculptures that rest upon the frozen lawn. 

Like a giant marshmallow, Kei Tsukishima is bundled up in layer upon layer of winter outerwear. But somehow, he still shivers as he moves. You think it has to do with that lanky frame of his that you love, but it also could be that he, unfortunately, is the one getting the brunt of the winter wind as you walk. 

The two of you have seen most of what the park has to offer, but you haven’t made it yet to the spot you have been wanting to check out the most: the ice skating rink. 

“It’s getting colder, y/n,” he shivers, clutching his coffee cup even tighter. And looking down at you with ruddy cheeks, “If we stay out here much longer, we’re gonna catch hypothermia and not make it to Christmas.” Despite his words, you see the way his eyes crinkle in amusement at his own sarcasm, so you know not all hope is lost. 

“Could we check out the Ice Skating Rink before we go?” you ask, looking up at him with big eyes. You know that once the two of you find a cozy spot to spectate next to one of the mini fire pits, he won’t be complaining about the cold for much longer.

“We’re not going skating, are we?” he asks, the cogs in his head turning inquisitively. 

“Not at all,” you smile, “I just thought it would be cool to check it out, maybe watch some people fall on their butts in the ice.”

There is a light of hope behind his eyes as he stops in his tracks. The smile on his face is nothing less than joyful as the realization of your words wash over him. “People slipping?”

“Not just people,” you grin, leaning over to his ear and whispering into his ear. “Children.”

He snorts and turns away from you quickly. You know your boyfriend well, and there are only a few things funnier than watching little kids faceplant on the ice. Whenever you play those try-not-to-laugh challenges, it’s the five-second clip of a child running into the door that sends him over the top in ugly laughter. 

“I guess we could watch for a little bit,” he says happily, taking your hand and leading you down the lighted pathways toward the Skate Ribbon. There is a spring in his step that wasn’t there as he walks, and you can’t help but wonder if the promise of people eating shit will convince him to go out more with you.

It does and It will. 

Rounding the bend, you are amazed by the scene in front of you. What you knew in the summer months as the park’s roller skate ribbon has been transformed into a little winter wonderland. Blue and purple icicle-shaped lights are secured to the park’s metal poles and drape above the ice, illuminating the ground in color. 

The little skate rental spot has been transformed as well. Gone are the roller skates and blades, and now all you can see are slightly worn ice skates on the long shelves. 

Most people in the area are on the ice skating along the ribbon loop or gripping the railing for dear life, but there are a few more confident individuals in the center of the ice spinning around like they were born to do it. 

It’s impressive, for sure, but not what either of you came here for.

“There’s a spot over there that looks warm.” Kei comments, pointing his cup of cocoa towards an empty seating area. The flames of the little bonfire burn lowly next to a cushioned metal park bench. 

“It’s warm over here.” You sigh in relief as the heat from the flames permeates the air around you, warming your wind-chilled face. Now that you have another source of warmth, you are finally able to take a nice long sip of your hot chocolate. The rich liquid is still warm but not boiling, as it tingles your tongue.  

“Very,” he nods, sitting right next to you on the bench. He follows suit and takes a polite sip of his own hot chocolate that quickly turns greedy. Sometimes, you forget about that little sweet tooth of his until he indulges it properly. 

The two of you have the perfect view for people watching as people skate past your bench. Chuckling as children and adults alike fall onto their bottoms and drink your hot chocolate until only a bit of foam remains at the bottom of the cup. You toss it into the trashcan behind you as Kei downs the rest of his. It’s funny how the both of you forgot about the chilly air around you as you enjoy the warmth the wipeouts of the skaters provide. 

He looks just beyond you at the park’s concession stand. “Do you want another cup?”

“Not yet, check them out,” you say eagerly, spotting a young couple skating side by side; one girl looks much more skilled on the ice than her date as she occasionally lets go of her hand to twirl a bit on her own, with movements as graceful as a swan’s. Her date, on the other hand, wobbles in her skates like a Bambi on ice, reaching for the railing for support. 

“I bet you another hot chocolate that she’s going to fall as they go around the corner,” Kei says mischievously. His marshmallow-scented breath tickles the shell of your ear as you chuckle. 

“I counter that and say that she’s not only going to fall, but she’ll take her date down with her when they try to help her,” you say confidently as the pair approach the corner together, once again hand in hand. 

“I love you,” he sighs, craning his head down in your direction to kiss the crown of your head. “You make me feel like less of a jerk when I’m with you.”

“And I love you. You make me feel more able to say these kinds of things out loud without feeling bad,” you declare as the couple reach the corner. 

Just as you predicted, the less skilled skater lose their balance on the turn. Her legs seem to flail around as she trips, still holding her date’s hand. They crash to the ground in a bundle of limbs and padding as other people try to get out of their way. You wince and try to stifle your snickering into Tsukki’s jacket sleeve at the rather funny fall. 

It’s much funnier when you realize that no one was hurt. 

“You’re gonna get us caught,” he whispers, trying to hide his own amusement. “You gotta keep it to yourself until they’re gone.”

You’re still staring at a loose thread on his padded winter coat as you respond. “Are they gone yet?”

“Still on the ground.”

You bring your attention back to the ice rink and see the two women laughing at themselves before helping each other clumsily off the icy ground. They link hands once again and skate off like nothing ever happened. 

“Now, can we laugh?” you ask as they go out of sight. 

“Not yet, look over there.” he nods his head to the left side of the rink, where some more experienced skaters are twirling mid-air before landing on the ice with one foot. It’s fascinating to watch, but you realize that your observant boyfriend is looking beyond the figure skaters and at a group of middle schoolers who look impressed by their movements.

Two of the boys separate from their group, bumping shoulders on the ice as they begin to skate toward the two of you. Gathering speed for what you assume to be a jump of their own. 

“That’s not gonna end well,” you murmur, noting that the teens are proficient at skating in a straight line but clumsy on the corners, gripping the railing and propelling themselves around the bend. 

Tsukishima, like the magnificent bastard he is, never takes his eyes off of the impending wipeout and gives your hand a squeeze. “Double or nothing, they cause a pile-up.

You can practically taste the next round of hot cocoa as you meet his gaze. “You’re on.”

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Hype Boy

🕊Summary: Changbin takes Binna and mama Seo to a new jeans concert…where he possibly enjoys it more than his girls

🕊 Warnings: Marshmallow fluff, pet names, baby Binna being the cutest bub, concert setting( Changbin reserves a VIP box don’t worry), fem!reader, Husband!Binnie

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Everyone knows Changbin is the world’s biggest new jeans fan– and secret member. But, he loves you and Binna more. However, he has been getting Binna into New Jeans since she was in the womb.

Yes, the womb

You remember being 7 months pregnant, cuddled up to your oh so loving and doting Binnie in matching my melody pajamas. He picked them out, dduuuuhhhh. If there was one thing Binna could recognise from inside the warm home that was your womb it was Changbin’s voice. 

It was currently 9 o’clock at night and you were trying to wind down for the night. But, no, your sweet husband had other plans. “Bin, my love….. It’s quiet time. I can’t sleep when Binna is kicking me.” You whined, from your spot on your shared bed. That was covered in a soft pale sage green colored bed spread. Changbin was perched over your belly, his hands bracing either side, as he sang Ditto for what seemed like the upteenth time. 

“Stay in the middle

Like you a little, don't want no riddle

Say it, say it back, oh, say it ditto

Can't wait 'til the morning, so say it, ditto,” he sang to your belly, feeling the kicks of his unborn daughter. Yes, you loved that muscle marshmallow cutie little gym bro with all of your heart. But, you just wanted to sleep. “Bin, binnie, binnie, please. I want to sleep.” You tried calling out to him, your left hand in his hair, running through the soft and slightly curly black locks. 

Only then did he peek up at you with his big dark chocolate boba eyes. “Huh? Did you say something, bunny?” he asked with a soft blush on his cheeks, tinting them a pretty rosy colour. “I said, I want to sleep, yeobo.” You softly pleaded, eyes tired from your lack of sleep– even if you napped multiple times that day. 

“But, jagiya, we have to get her ready for the concert,” Changbin pouted, pressing soft and delicate kisses to your belly. “Binnie, the concert isn’t for a whileeee. please , we- you can prepare her more once she’s here.” You crooned, feeling him nod against your tummy. 

Before he moved away from your belly, he whispered to Binna, “ appa will make sure you’re ready for the concert, princess. Don’t worry.” Then, he was laying himself next to your relaxed and slightly aching body, before giving you a goodnight kiss. 

You have been dealing with Changbin ‘preparing’ Binna for a while. He sang to her all the time and a lot of the time it was New Jeans. Not only would he sing, he would dance. While her chubby body was sitting in her bunny shaped bath-seat, while she was in her rocker while you were doing laundry, any time and occasion you can think of Changbin was performing for Binna. 

Here’s the thing, the concert wouldn’t be for a while….and Binna would be a year old when it took place. But, no no, he was sure his princess was ready.

 Binna, now, was 11 months old and the concert  and the tour dates, concert locations and ticket buying sites had been uploaded. And, man …..Changbin was soooooo excited when he came bounding into the living room that day.You’ve seen him excited before, like when you told him you were pregnant, when you said yes to his proposal, when you found out you were having a baby girl. But, this seemed a little different– maybe in a fanboy way.

 You should’ve known why he was so excited, especially with the way he was gushing and ranting and raving about the concert and taking Binna to her first concert. 

At the time, you had been sitting on the couch folding laundry while Binna was in a rocker next to you. Then, Changbin came running in, excited giggles leaving his mouth. “Honey, yeobo, jagiya guess what?!?!” He giggled out, his phone securely held in his hand. Upon hearing her appa’s voice, a curious Binna looked up at where her appa stood, seeming so excited. “What is it that got you so excited, binnie?” You asked, before he leant down to pick Binna up into his arms.

Binna just looked up at him, flashing him a cute smile as he pressed a kiss to her nose. “I got us New Jeans tickets! You hear that, Binna bear? We’re gonna see New Jeans,” he cooed, tickling Binna’s stomach as he wiggled in his hold, soft high pitched squeals falling from her mouth.

Sure, it sounded fun. You, Changbin and Binna at a concert– her first concert– but was it safe? Safe for a year old baby? Changbin knew you too well and could easily tell and see it on your face, that you were unsure. “Aish, jagiya. I have it all taken care of. I reserved a VIP box. We’ll be safe and sound and Binna can even wear headphones, since it’ll be loud.” Nodding your head, you bite your lower lip, in thinking. “O-okay Binnie. I trust you and I know you’ve been looking forward to this, probably more than Binna. Right baby girl?” You smiled, as you stood up from the couch, to give them each a kiss.

The next month was hectic. Preparing for Binna’s first birthday, planning the party, etc etc. But, the party went smoothly. A pretty pink princess theme for Binnie’s precious princess as he said. It was a blast, but that didn’t mean concert preparations stopped. No, Changbin still performed for Binna, got you all matching New Jeans inspired outfits. He even tried to teach her some simple moves from different choreographies. She had no clue what was going on, but still loved every minute of watching her silly appa dance and sing around.

Then, came the concert day. Changbin tasked himself with getting Binna ready, while you readied yourself and the baby bag. He had done a pretty good job of choosing her outfit, if he did say so himself. He was already dressed, wearing medium washed wide leg jeans,a white tee shirt that had a bunny printed on the front, along with black and white sneakers and a baseball cap with fluffy ears attached on top.

He was ,currently, in Binna’s nursery getting her dressed. She laid on her dressing table as Changbin slid a pair of baby jeans over her chubby legs. “Are you excited, princess Binna? Ready to see New Jeans,” he asked as he pressed kisses to her round belly, causing her to let out giggles and kick her legs around. “I think Binna bear is so excited,”  Changbin giggled, reaching to grab the shirt he picked out for her.

As he usually does, he started singing. 

“I got no time to lose

I had a long day

I miss you

Ra-ta-ta-ta echoes my heart (Ra-ta-ta-ta)”

He sang, sliding a pick shirt over her head, and putting her arms through the sleeves. Binna giggled, reaching up to her appa, as he continued singing. “I got nothing to lose.I like you, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah.Ra-ta-ta-ta echoes my heart (Ra-ta-ta-ta)

But I don't want to,” he kissed her cheeks repeatedly, as he softly brushed her soft curly hair. Pressing her chubby hands to Changbin’s cheeks, she giggled and sang with him. “Ra ta ta ta,” she babbled out, causing Changbin’s heart to soar.

His princess was ready

Smiling, he picked her up, cuddling her against his chest as he slid her own hat on her head. It was a light wash denim with small charms and bunny ears. “Wah, my princess is so cute. Should we show Eomma your outfit, Binna bear?” He  cooed, bouncing her in his arms as she giggled and clapped, “eomma eomma ga,” Binna babbled out, clapping her hands. 

She really was his daughter.

Making his way into your shared bedroom, where you had just finished getting ready, he called to you in a sing-song voice. “Jagiyaaaaaa, Binna and I are readyyyyy,” he giggled, as Binna smiled and clapped, “eomma eomma ga,” was all she giggled out, seeing you.

Smiling, you turned around to be met with the cutest sight you ever did see. There was your husband in his outfit and your baby princess in her outfit. “Waaah. Look at my Binna! Did appa pick this out for you,” you squealed, rushing over to them as you took in his choice of her clothing. Pressing a kiss to her forehead and Changbin’s lips, you took Binna into your arms and smiled as she clung onto you. “Ooooh, my princess. Hi baby girl.” You swooned, cuddling her closer to your chest, before turning to Changbin. “Jagiya, the baby bag is ready. We’re ready to leave when you are,” you smiled at him as Binna continued clinging to you. “I’m ready, yeobo!” He smiled, grabbing the baby bag and practically sprinting downstairs. “You appa is so silly, huh, princess?”

About an hour of driving to the stadium, then finding a parking spot, checking in and making your way to the VIP box; you, Changbin and Binna had settled into your seats. The stadium was huge, as well as packed and loud. But, thankfully you and your family were tucked away from all of the fans. The goal was to enjoy the concert and not have it turn into ‘Stray Kids’ Changbin attends New Jeans concert with his wife and daughter,’ and have attention on you three.

Binna was placed in a chest harness that you were wearing and holding a lightstick in her hands. That way you all would be able to be standing and able to dance along, without you or Changbin having to worry about your arms getting tired from holding Binna.

 On stage at the moment was an opening act and they were good, yes. But, Changbin was anticipating for the lights to come down and to hear the opening music.

And when they did, you heard Changbin scream– very loudly. “Yahhhhhh!Let’s goooooo!” Smiling, he turned to you and Binna, who was currently kicking her arms and feet around. Her big brown eyes looked everywhere to take in all of the new surroundings. “Are you ready, my girls? Are we going to have so much fun?” He giggled as Binna was giggling back at him, while you were clapping as the New Jeans girls made their way on stage.

First on the setlist was OMG, which meant Changbin would look and point at you everytime he heard ‘eomma eomma ga.’Which was exactly what he did. Of course throwing in his “who made you so beautifully’ joke. Rolling your eyes, you smiled as he took your hands and swayed around, singing. “Binna, who made you so beautifully?” He asked, as she giggled and looked up at you. Nodding his head, he sang. “Eomma eomma ga!” All the while, he was doing the choreography. 

He knew all of the choreography by heart and at this point you were unsure if this was a New Jeans concert or a Changbin concert, with New Jeans in the background. You also couldn’t tell who was enjoying the show more– Binna or Binnie. But, let’s be real. It was Changbin, for sure. 

Next came hype boy, another favorite song in the Seo household. You knew Changbin was going to eat this one up and he did. Not only did he eat, but he left no crumbs. Singing and dancing, he gave it his all. Holding on to Binna’s small hands, he moved them to the choreography, his loud voice chorusing the lyrics. 

“Baby, got me looking so crazy

Ppajyeobeorineun daydream

Got me feeling you

Neodo malhaejullae

Nuga naege mweoradeun

Namdeulgwaneun dalla neon

Maybe you could be the one

Nal mideobwa han beon

I'm not looking for just fun

Maybe I could be the one”

Laughing, you sang along with him. You couldn’t deny your love for the songs either, and neither could Binna. Her small lips chorused what she thought were the lyrics. Changbin was having the time of his life, as he continued his personal concert for you and Binna. 

“Oh baby

Euiminhadae na lately

Neo eopshineun maeil maeiri yeah

Jaemieopseo eojjeoji

I just want you

Call my phone right now

I just wanna hear you're mine

'Cause I know what you like boy

You're my chemical hype boy

Nae jinan naldeureun

Nun tteumyeon itneun kkum

Hype boy neoman weonhae

Hype boy naega jeonhae’

Binna was excitedly waving her lightstick around, and yes it did manage to hit Changbin a few times. But, that was no problem for him ,as long as she was having fun. Which she was but not as much fun as he was having. 

That continued on until the song came to an end. But, the show was far far from over and you knew that there was more to come. 

Thirdly was Cookie, which might have been Binna’s favorite song. Only because hearing that song meant she got a cookie. So, in her position from where she sat in her harness on your chest she giggled,”cookie cookie!” But, in her baby voice it came out more like “ookie ookie!” Really, she was the cutest thing. Proudly, Changbin smiled and turned to where you two stood, thinking she was singing. I mean, she was….but she mostly wanted her cookie. 

“Cookie!” She squealed again, arms and legs still kicking. You giggled and reached into your baby bag, holding out a cookie for her as Changbin started his singing and dancing again. 

“Siksaneun eopseo, baegopado

Eumnyoneun eopseo, mongmallado

Dalkomhan, manman, dijeoteuman man

Wonhage doel geo, aljana?

Siksaneun eopseo, baegopado

Eumnyoneun eopseo, mongmallado

*Dalkomhan, manman, dijeoteuman man*

Wonhage doel geo, aljana?”

He swayed around, as you fed Binna her cookie. Which she gladly took, her chubby hands holding it to her mouth as she chewed. “Binnnaaaaa? Is it yum?” You cooed, as Changbin had paused his show to take a sip of his water. “Ummy!” She giggled out, crumbs falling all over her face and outfit. “Aigo, my messy baby,” Changbin laughed as he carefully dusted the crumbs off of her before pressing a kiss to her chubby cheeks. Grasping her cookie, she held it up and giggled, big bobs eyes forming crescents. “Ookie!” Chuckling, Changbin nodded his head and watched as she stuffed it into her small mouth. “Yes, bunny. Cookie.” He replied, as he went back to watching the show, seemingly more out of energy than he was before. 

As the show continued on, you and Changbin found yourself seated more, holding Binna on your laps so she could see. “ Having fun, up there, princess?” You asked, as Changbin held her on his lap, her short chubby legs bouncing. “I think she’s having a blast, yeobo,” he retorted only to be met with you flicking his forehead. “Yah! What was that for?” He whined, pouting his lips at you. “I think you’re speaking for yourself, mr secret new jeans member,” you chuckled at him as Binna turned to look at you, her small hands clapping. “Am not, look at her! She’s having so much fun!.............I just have more fun.” He whispered out the last part. 

By now, it was way past Binna’s bedtime, and you could tell. The later up she was, the more pouty and cuddly she got. And currently, she was laying on your husband’s chest pouting; knowing her small body was tired out. “Uh oh. Is my princess tired?” Changbin cooed, one of his large hands supporting her back and the other smoothing her hair, the hat having been taken off an hour ago. Binna only nodded and shoved her face into her dad’s chest, soft whines falling from her lips. 

“Think someone’s ready for bedtime, huh?” You whispered, you leaned across your seat to reach into the baby bag and retrieve Binna’s dwaekki and blanket.”Princess, dwaekki is here. He says it night-night time.” You preened, carefully laying the blanket over her body and resting the small dwaekki plush in her arms, which she quickly clutched onto. “Dwaekki,” she pouted out, as a small yawn fell from her pink lips and her eyes started to close.

Changbin nodded, and tucked the blanket closer to her body, “go to sleep, bunny. Appa’s got you.” He whispered, pressing a small kiss to her forehead, as her eyes fell shut. “Pretty girl got all tired out. Too much excitement for her,” you said to your husband as he was gently rocking the sleeping babe on his chest. “ It seems so,” he told you in reply, tightly holding Binna to his body.

Thankfully, now the concert was drawing to a close. The members were on stage giving their thank you speeches, before they would walk off stage. Slowly, the lights in the stadium came back on causing you and Changbin to groan and blink. “Aish, so bright,” you complained, rubbing your eyes and stretching your muscles. “Aigoo. I know.Thankfully, baby bunny is still asleep.” He smiled, carefully standing up so as to not wake her. Turning to him, you wrapped an arm around his midsection and leaned forward to kiss his cheek . “Ready to head home? I’m ready to sleep.” You questioned, softly running a hand over Binna’s hair.  Pressing a quick kiss to your lips, Changbin let out a yawn. “Yeah. I’m pretty tired too.” 

With that, you and Changbin made your way out of the stadium. He, initially, had wanted to go backstage and let the New Jeans girls meet Binna. But, seeing as she was currently asleep on his chest, he decided against it. He knew  that if he were to wake Binna and keep her up later than she already had been; not only would she be cranky but you would be, as well. 

So, you made your way back to your car that was parked in the parking garage, and he carefully set and buckled Binna into her carseat. “I think tonight was a success,jagiya,” he smiled, clicking his seatbelt. “I agree. Princess had a lot of fun, even though I know you had the most fun.” You smiled, reaching a hand to caress his cheek. “I’m sorry that you couldn;t take her to meet the members, though. I know you were looking forward to that, honey.” 

“Even though i was looking forward to that, it’s okay. We still got to enjoy the concert. Plus, we don’t need her to be even crankier, she did stay up way past her bedtime…..and I don’t need you to be cranky, either.” He giggled, taking a hold of your hand to press a kiss to the back of it. 

“Why must you pester me, huh?” You whined, as he pulled the car out of its parking spot. “I’m not… you just get cranky when Binna is up past her bedtime.” He rebutted, as you flicked his temple. 

“Yah!”

“Quiet down, she’s sleeping!”

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holiday shopping

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In the heart of the city, where the air buzzed with the festive spirit, Harry and Y/N decided to embark on a delightful adventure to the holiday market. With twinkling lights overhead and the scent of cinnamon wafting through the crisp winter air, they stepped into a world of festive magic.

Hand in hand, they entered the market, their eyes widening at the sight of stalls adorned with colorful decorations and handmade treasures. The joyful chaos of the crowd filled the air, but in the midst of it all, Harry and Y/N found solace in their shared excitement.

Their first stop was at a quaint stall selling knitted scarves in every imaginable color. Y/N couldn't resist running her fingers over the soft textures, imagining cozy winter days wrapped in warmth. Harry, always attentive, picked out a scarf in a shade that perfectly matched her eyes, a surprise he couldn't wait to unveil later.

As they continued to weave through the market, the couple discovered stalls offering an array of quirky ornaments. From miniature snow globes to hand-painted baubles, each piece seemed beautiful and collectible. Y/N's eyes lit up at the sight of a particularly charming ornament – a tiny polar bear wearing a Santa hat. Harry couldn't help but smile, knowing it would find a special place on their Christmas tree.

The market's festive soundtrack was accompanied by the irresistible aroma of holiday treats. Y/N's nose led them to a charming stand selling hot chocolate adorned with marshmallows and a sprinkle of cinnamon. They indulged in the sweet warmth, savoring the comforting flavors that danced on their tongues.

Amidst the crowd, Harry spotted a stall with vintage records, a treasure trove for a music enthusiast like him. The crackling sound of vinyl filled the air as he carefully flipped through the stacks, his eyes lighting up. Y/N watched with admiration as he held the record in his hands, his enthusiasm contagious.

Their pockets filled with festive treats and newfound treasures, the couple found a quiet spot to take in the enchanting atmosphere. The market's ambiance was a blend of laughter, joyful chatter, and the melodies of street performers playing classic holiday tunes.

As the day unfolded, Harry couldn't resist the urge to pick out a special trinket for Y/N. In a hidden corner of the market, he found a stall adorned with delicate handmade jewelry. His eyes fell on a dainty necklace with a pendant shaped like a snowflake – a symbol of the uniqueness and beauty he saw in Y/N. With a smile, he purchased the necklace, envisioning the moment he would gift it to her.

The holiday market adventure wasn't just about shopping; it was a celebration of love, laughter, and the magic of the season. As the day drew to a close, Harry and Y/N found a quiet spot to watch the market come alive with twinkling lights. The ornaments, scarves, and trinkets they had collected told a story of a day filled with shared joy and the simple pleasures of being together during the most magical time of the year.

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DOOM writing prompt 05 Junk Food

another prompt from my doom discord, Doomdad finds treats, much to Vega's amusement. prompt linked to my Garnets story.

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5: “Junk Food”

This might be one of the few times the massive man paused, and backtracked out of a location he was interested in. He had stopped so abruptly that it caught Vega’s direct attention. Noting the normal intense, if not an outright judgmental stare. The not quite man looked down at the fresh splatter and death char on his armor, then up at the almost untouched store. The almost shimmer of rainbow colors that he could see under a layer of dust. 

The Slayer backed up, gave a shiver then a full on shake as Vega saw the demigod’s body temp spike to something a normal human would not be able to handle. Then the demonic blood was being burned off as the Slayer brushed at his gauntlets and gloves. It was such and odd thing at first, before Vega took a second look at the store that got the Slayer’s attention.

Then he did something very strange. 

The Slayer took his helmet off. 

As in fully off. 

Vega watched the feed lift and tilt, lowering down before the helmet was hooked to his waist. Giving a forward but sideways and lower view then what Vega was used to. The colony AI could hear the sigh, and then several deep breaths the Slayer seemed to be scenting the air rather than just taking a ‘breather.’ Vega was already tracking down the security cameras in the mall in a sudden interest, if not a burning curiosity. 

There were supposed to be dry food stores in this section of the mall the Slayer was in. 

Vega watched as the Slayer reached out with the left hand once walking back into the brightly colored store. Pause and shook his hand before having to be ever so careful to lift a clear plastic lid on a container with white.

Marshmallows. 

The Slayer was carefully picking up a marshmallow, Vega could see that it started to burn into a tan color as the Slayer’s temperature was slow to lower again. He found the one working security camera in the store, it booted up for Vega just in time to see the Demigod eating a second marshmallow. 

Vega’s odd charge, he looked so confused but pleased at the same time. Looking around before the need to touch almost whatever caught his eye took hold. That almost childlike curiosity that occasionally, or even just that human things seemed like some alien, but wonderful things to the Slayer that he had to poke.

The Slayer walked carefully, his hulking form of green and tan looking so out of place in between all the bright colors of the candy store. At least from the security camera’s angle. 

Yet Vega could also see the Slayer’s expression.

He was happy, Vega realized as the demigod picked up another simple brown barrel shaped candy. Frowning as he hunched a bit to focus on carefully, very carefully, pulling the ends of the wrapping to loosen it. It was a delicate procedure for the Slayer before he could eat it, and his efforts might have failed if not for his reflexes. The candy almost dropped and the Slayer used the edge of his hand to catch and shove it in his mouth.

The Slayer made a face first at the taste of death ash, and then blinked. Vega could hear him rumbling a low satisfied sound once the candy registered. The AI recognized the semi-distant expression from his other human charges. Those on the Fortress and back on Mars.

Nostalgia.

The Slayer was remembering something with the taste as his eerier blue eyes half lidded. He looked around after a minute, pausing on sucking to start crunching the candy as he noticed something yellow and shaped like lemons. Took a step, paused and came back to once more delicately pick at some bags. The small plastic scoops, the sight of the Slayer being so careful to scoop the barrel shaped candy into the bag, even using a twist tie with a now bemused look.

That bag was carefully tucked away into the Slayer’s subspace. Vega could not help the amusement that flashed and then flooded through his systems on the Fortress as he watched. The Demigod was carefully trying what caught his interest and only when he had that calm nostalgia look, did Vega notice the Slayer collecting some to safely tuck away. 

A deep rumbling, almost purring sound came out of the not quite man once he had several little bags of treats. Then he carefully opened the display cases, finding small toys or figures, even just little stuffed animals. Small things he liked, but also Vega noticed the Slayer was now looking for things not exactly to his liking, but had noticed his humans had gotten excited about at one point.

The Slayer hummed, going back to the dark candy that tastes like root beer again before settling his helmet on. It was a nice, hazy memory of being offered something like this while recovering from his first alteration. Before Mars, Argent Dn’ur, before hell. Where his memory was the haziest, but for moments like this when he tasted or smelled something. 

[stardust-swan]

I have this beautiful winter coat that's ballet slipper pink, with flower shaped rhinestone buttons and delicate silver lining on the lapels and sleeve cuffs. My swan brooch looks really good on it and just thinking about it makes me want to do the following:

Go to the lake and watch the swans glide by

Go to theatre to watch Swan Lake

Go to a French patisserie and enjoy a milfeuille and vanilla oat latte while reading a gilded edition of Hans Christian Andersen's fairytales

Go ice-skating arm in arm with someone special

Light Yankee's Rainbow Cookie candle, make a mug of creamy hot chocolate with mini marshmallows, and marathon Anastasia, The Swan Princess, and classic Disney princess movies

So as you can imagine, it's very hard to throw out. I've realised that it's just not my colour (too cool + light), and while I had no problems purging everything else that doesn't suit me, I just can't bring myself to get rid of this coat.

The workarounds I'm thinking of are coral lipstick and blush + gold highlighter, a bright pink, turquoise or coral dress underneath, a plaid or tartan scarf in bright colours, maybe a turtleneck in a warm colour (I'm not big on turtlenecks though).

I'm open to ideas on how to style a cool pastel pink coat for someone who suits shades of pink like coral, salmon, Barbie pink and rosewood.

[ginkuki]

Hello hello ily how about venom for the wip folder game???

heeey lovely thank u so much for asking about this one xoxo venom is my. well. venom au. featuring symbiote gaara who is absolutely putting lee through HELL with his curiosity about reporoduction. essentially it's 'what if we explored each other's bodies except our body is the same body'

i'm going to have to find a segment that isn't vaguely hole-y because most of it is..... graphic.

update: the only thing i could find was the intro SO INTRO IT IS!!

Symbiosis isn’t something Lee ever thought he could grow truly accustomed to.

At first, yes, there was something unsettling about walking around knowing there was someone (something, more accurately) experiencing him simultaneously, that each and every sensation was no longer his own. Gai always said that a truly loving relationship felt like completing each other, like filling gaps until you couldn’t find where you started and your lover began - but Lee doubts he meant this.

Half a year into his new… merging, Lee doesn’t know if he could go back to life un-merged. His skull would feel too cavernous, his heart too large, his feet too ungainly and too uncoordinated. 

Without Gaara, Lee doesn’t think he’d even be himself anymore. Their shapes are poured around each other, holding them together, forming something so beautiful that Lee would only find a rough sketch were he to look in the mirror and find himself alone.

Though that isn’t to say there aren’t things he misses.

Namely, the near-constant adrenaline and fear and fighting for his life has worn off, and eventually, that was going to have consequences. He just wishes he didn’t realise it until he was at the convenience store, listening to Gaara decide whole-heartedly which marshmallows Lee’s going to buy them tonight, when a girl asks if she can sidle past.

“Of course!” Lee takes a big step back, bumping into the shelf behind him, and tries to avoid his own wandering eye. She’s pretty - soft dyed pink hair curling around her shoulders, warm green eyes, delicate pink, pink lips glossed ever so slightly. A tight workout jacket clings to her muscular shoulders, a pair of exercise shorts folded underneath the give of a generous…

Lee turns around completely, considers bashing his head against the metal shelf below him.

Hey, we weren’t done yet. You still need to pick up some of those tasty pink things, Lee.

Tasty pink things. Her lips - 

Responding to Gaara aloud in public tends to have unfavourable results. Decisively, Lee grinds his teeth together and snatches up a cup of noodles at random, storming over to the counter where Kakashi’s listlessly staring at a luridly coloured book.

We weren’t done-

“Just this, please.”

“Sure thing, kid. Looks like you’ve got exciting plans for the night.” Kakashi scans the noodles, eyes crinkling above his surgical mask to let Lee know he’s smiling. Or pretending to smile, at the very least.

…What’s this? Something odd is happening to us.

[ask-andrew-montrose]

*Places a lush bouquet, consisting of all sorts of sweet treats, on your nightstand. You find flowers made of gummy bears, marshmallows and chocolates, colourful sugar quills, crispy sweet waffles and delicate marzipan, various fun-shaped liquorice lollipops, and impaled chocolate frogs. It smell sticky sweet. Pats your head and waddles away while snickering something that sounds suspiciously like 'twat'.*

A sickening smell reaches Monty in his sleep, along with an echo of whispered sweet nothings in his ear. The smell causes him to thrash in the sheets, perhaps having a nightmare? Even sleep talking, his lips clumsily mumble in return:*

"mph....t-wat....you....no...NO...don't touch my nips....!.."

When he wakes, he groans to find the array of sweets taunting him. He wonders who would waste such an impressive array on him. He sighs. At least he knows Will might enjoy it.

Groggily, he tries to recall his dream but is frustrated to find he can't. He simply rubs his chest, wondering why he is so worried about his nipples.

[dansconcepts]

In a Snowy Haze

I'm in my fantasy/magic/fairy tale/mystical mood (I'm reading "The Night Circus" by Erin Morgenstern right now and it's really enchanting so far), so have a sudden off the cuff drabble with the goal being "dream-like" (with a hint of Komahina):>.

The clouds are like marshmallow puffs, blanched confections with small white crystals in the form of snow inside. It pours itself down in hopes of decorating the ground in its same hue. He tentatively walks atop it. It's at the earliest stages, where the grass underneath his feet still peek out, as if relishing its ability to do so before it's completely covered.

Not that he's thinking too much about grass being smothered. Instead, his thoughts are focused higher, eyeing his destination beyond thick trunks of trees blocking his path, their own green leaves falling around him and disappearing into the white mass below. With each step, the snow becomes less powder-like, and more like a blanket that sweeps through the whole area.

And yet he marches onward. Lying somewhere in this forest is the person he is looking for.

"You should be careful." She says, a pout on her lips, ruby hair glistening while doves coo around her. Clocks of various different shapes tick and tock, an onslaught of colours that are so cacophonous they're harmonious from the finite range they're allowed to be. They both are sat at a rounded, ornate table, dainty teacups in front of them despite neither moving to touch them. A teapot pours the dark liquid anyway into the girl's cup, and she shoos it away. "Alright, that's enough, thanks. Anyway, I'm pretty good, nyeh, but that guy is on a whole other level..."

He nods. This was what he prepared for for a long time, and at the behest of his mentor, he'll do his best to see through the illusions. "I'll do what I can." He affirms, and she grins, pleased.

"Remember what I taught you, 'kay?"

The hands of clocks stop moving suddenly, but the clocks themselves become a flurry of movement off the wall. Rectangular teal, another red, one a cube of violet, a burst of what looks like a circle yellow- it enters his sight and leaves just as fast, disrupting him with their presence. Amidst it all, he knows dusty mauve watches him.

A familiar test. He snaps. They freeze. The haphazardly arranged rainbow starts to slot themselves back into the wall.

The younger girl gives a firm nod, before she yawns. "Ah, you'll be fine. I've gotta recharge my mana after that one..."

The forest is a complete winter wonderland. He awaits for a sign, some glimmer of strangeness somewhere in the non-spilling clouds. A faint tremor in the branches, perhaps, or snow piling onto itself to make a snowman. Perhaps his opponent would manifest something like a tiger, or a rhino, to chase him through this snowy abyss. Perhaps the clouds itself would become a little darker and pour rain.

It is none of these things. Instead, he finds a figure in the snow, head jutted upward to the clouds. A hazy aura from the snow's reflection of the sun makes him look like an ethereal being, delicate white hair somehow beautifully unruly and blending with the environment around him.

"Komaeda." He realizes. This indeed is a strange occurrence. He isn't sure why he thinks that, but he knows it. "Enjoying the weather?"

"Oh no, it's too cold for me." His soft voice replies, yet he isn't wearing a thicker jacket. Instead he has his usual ratty green, and he doesn't bring it closer to him either. He would've expected him to be hugging it tightly, even if the warmth it would provide is minimal. It's funny that this is what makes him realize he isn't wearing a jacket of his own, but he feels only slightly chilly. There's something off about that too, yet he doesn't dwell on it.

"Then what are you doing out here?"

He turns, white crystals gently coating his eyelashes. He serenely grins. "You tell me Hinata."

His eyebrows furrow. What kind of question is that? But of course Komaeda wouldn't tell him a straightforward answer. "Tell you?" He repeats, but the other only continues to smile.

A pale hand extends outwards, before moving back and forth sideways into a wave. "Well, maybe I'm just here to say hello." The motion twists into a flourish, the wind picking up in the direction of his movements as if summoned by them. His hand raises, and random spots of snow around him lift into balls before transforming into rabbits before his very eyes. They hop downward easily, scurrying away. "Or maybe I'm the one you're looking for."

Huh?

How strange. Is Komaeda the one he should be wary of?

How can he face him? Against Komaeda's luck, that'd be a disaster. Besides, Komaeda wouldn't hurt him. Even now, he hasn't done anything worrisome.

And what of himself? Isn't he just a normal guy? Sure he has magic, but- wait, actually, where did he get magic from?

Before he can ask anything, a strong wind bellows from the North, sending a flurry of snowflakes into his eyes. Of course. He shuts his eyelids as the wind nips at his cheeks.

When the air stills and his vision clears, the man is gone.

Myriads of pinks, purples, and light blues twinkle above him in the form of basic stars.

His body lays flat atop a soft, sturdy surface. His mattress. His bed.

He breathes.

"Maybe I'm the one you're looking for."

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Right. That was an odd dream.

[suguruslut]

Just relationship things

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Gwen’s note: general relationship headcanon prompt for Tora/Masa requested by @crimsonspiderlilyy💗

🐅𝒯𝑜𝓇𝒶𝒿𝒾𝓇𝑜🍰

--being in a relationship with Tora would include watching the Food Channel every.single.night. whatever cooking or baking competition is on, Tora will make you watch it with him. you can both be heard screaming at the TV when the person you were rooting for gets cheated

--I can see Tora being someone who uses physical touch to show affection. likes to lightly put a hand on your arm or waist as a greeting or just in moments of silence, a way to ground himself and calm down when he’s pissed. deep down, Tora really craves physical contact, so he’s glad you allow him to be close to you

--BAKING DATES! whatever new dessert or goodie you want to try, he’s all for it. will dive deep into his Pinterest boards for kawaii new treats you might like, bunny marshmallows, Pokémon macrons, puppy print cookies, whatever suits your fancy, and he won’t let you eat it until it’s perfect

-working out together. Tora obviously is in good shape, and yeah, sometimes he has to drag you out of bed in the mornings to get to the gym before the weight lifting machines get all germy, but in the end you don’t mind, bcz it gives you a front row seat of those delicious muscles👅

--has an extensive skincare routine you wouldn’t believe, will explain each process like he’s a youtuber or something. definitely educates you on what products work best, taking you on little shopping sprees to get the best lotion and toner he insists you need

--the man LOVES coffee and insists on making it himself, bcz why waste money buying $7 cups of coffee every day, so after you observe Tora’s delicate process of coffee making for a few weeks, you begin making it for him in the mornings before he wakes up. Torajiro loves waking up to the smell of coffee, and always gives you a big kiss whenever you do this little, but meaningful thing for him

--Tora is a big dude, takes up a lot of space on your shared mattress, so he tries to lie very still at night as to not wake you. you, on the other hand, move all over the place, legs thrown over his, arms sliding this way and that, drooling on both pillows...as long as your tossing and turning ends with you two cuddled up, though, Tora doesn’t mind

--my big man isn’t used to really going out on the town anymore; he hasn’t done that since before jail time, but finds it fun when you’re there with him. you guys just go on walks, mostly, stopping at little stands along the way, looking up at the moon in the darkness....then he’ll run into Tatsu and well, obviously they HAVE to yell at each other while you and Miku watch

--overall, Tora is a very loyal partner, and whatever new activity or new job you want to try, he’ll be there for support

🐕ℳ𝒶𝓈𝒶🥡

 --being in a relationship with Masa would include lots of tom foolery😂 always pissing the wrong people off, skipping out on the bill, burning dinner, clogging up the sink, etc. etc. But in a fun way!

--Masa tries really hard to stop screwing up so badly. he’s gotten better at keeping a job for longer than three days, but when he gets fired again, he always tells you right away, bcz he knows you won’t get mad like Tatsu. instead, you buy him some shitty ramen, a couple bottles of booze and kiss him to make it all better

--gaming sessions! nothing with an actual plot, cuz Masa can’t follow🤣 simple things, like Mario Cart, punching games, racing, shooting things...gaming is one thing Masa is pretty good at, so you two have lots of fun, lazy Saturdays competing against each other, cuddling and stuffing yourselves with snacks. if you beat him, he’ll brush it off as luck or says he “let” you win, but he’s actually secretly proud of your skills

--Masa can hold his booze better than his friends, but not as well as you~ when you have the funds, you two go out to a cheap food joint and get munchies with alcohol; you throw them back as quickly as Masa pours, then things get competitive: eight shots later, Masa is ready to hurl, and you’re still steady enough to help him to the restroom. he “let you win” though

--lets you wear his hoodies, tshirts, whatever. when they’re remotely clean, ofc. Masa wears really comfortable clothes, and you’re guilty of sneaking his shirts and jackets on a daily basis, but Masa doesn’t mind, because he thinks you look cute. you think it’s cute when he blushes after noticing, too, so everyone wins

--ALWAYS asking if you guys can get a pet!! Masa loves animals, but given his financial situation and general lack of responsibility, well...not such a great idea. you love seeing him light up at the sight of a dog, though, so a few times a month you bring him to a dog park so he can see cute doggos (and later have to prevent him from dognapping them or sneaking them under his shirt)

--I feel like Masa gives good foot massages?? maybe after you’ve had a hard day of being the breadwinner, Masa will make you sit down and rub your feet until all the aches and pains have gone away. man has magic hands

--constantly showing you off to Tatsu, his friends and anyone who will listen, lol. no one expected him to ever get a S/O, so seeing you two together always gives people a shock. then they hear you two laughing at a toilet joke. then everything makes sense

--whines about doing laundry, but if you’re there to help...hmm...can you say flirtatious underwear flinging? haha, Masa is terrible at folding, so you like with a lot of things, you turn it into a game: for every shirt nicely folded, Masa gets a kiss~

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