#i keep an eye on her and lo and behold she goes and takes one a few minutes later

[triforce-of-mischief]

what is this lady’s problem

[wynnyfryd]

@messessentialist told me her friend called to rant about spotting an “upsettingly beautiful boy in a tj maxx” and i vomited 1200 words about it, enjoy

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fic idea: chrissy and eddie work together at tj maxx. one afternoon a guy comes in who’s so hot that it kinda just pisses eddie off? bc like, who does this gorgeous asshole think he is??? coming in here and popping his hip at eddie’s counter, like, does he even know how uncomfortable it is to start chubbin’ up in skinny jeans?? that shit chafes!

so eddie gets all flustered and responds by getting an attitude with the guy because he has zero chill (and also because the dude’s iced coffee is sweating a ring all over eddie’s counter, and so help him if his manager gets on his ass one more time about keeping his station tidy—)

“did you need help finding anything else today?” eddie sneers. “coasters, perhaps?”

upsettingly hot guy looks confused for a second before he follows eddie’s pointed glance at the plastic starbucks cup leaving a cold puddle on the laminate, and then he sneers right back; adjusts the ray bans nestled in his perfect honey brown hair and looks eddie up and down — long, slow, one eyebrow lifting in subtle elitist disapproval.

“what?” he snorts, “hot topic wasn’t hiring?”

oh, fuck you very much!

so eddie’s all ‘nemesis acquired’ and holds the biggest grudge of all time. makes a sworn enemy and a boogeyman out of the guy, turns him into urban legend, starts blaming the Upsettingly Beautiful Man for every little thing that goes wrong in his life — at work, at home, at band practice; no place is safe from the dreaded UBM.

“he’s not a fucking cryptid!” gareth snaps one day at rehearsal, chucking a drumstick at eddie’s head. “just track him down and bone already so you can shut the hell up!”

“wouldn’t he just talk about him more after they have sex?” jeff wonders, to which gareth narrows his eyes and raises his second drumstick as a threat.

meanwhile, eddie’s cute coworker chrissy (who he’s become surprisingly good friends with, to the point of referring to her as his work wife) gets a girlfriend. robin’s sooooo pretty, and soooo nice, and sooooo tall, eddie, did you know how tall she is?

yes, chrissy, he’s supremely aware of a stranger’s five-foot-eight-and-a-half stature now, thank you.

“you have to meet her!” chrissy gushes, bouncing up onto her toes.

eddie hangs another shirt. “you have to chill.”

“hey!” she pouts, pixar princess cute. “you wouldn’t tell the sun to dull its shine, would you?”

“i mean, i would, but i doubt the giant ball of plasma cares what i want.”

“okay, whatever, eeyore.” she rolls her eyes but she physically can’t stop beaming even as she does it, and eddie finds himself melting under it — some sort of radiant area attack coming from the apples of this girl’s cheeks, he swears, because the next thing he knows he’s agreeing to go to rando new girlfriend’s housewarming party this weekend so he can meet her properly.

only he doesn’t get to meet her properly, because when he shows up to the party the two bedroom apartment is packed with people he’s never seen, and it’s loud as fuck in here and he’s sweating through his leather from the six flights of stairs he had to climb to reach the place, so he steps through a sliding door out to the balcony and lo and behold, if it isn’t Upsettingly Beautiful Man looking upsettingly beautiful — positively fucking divine, actually, the last wisps of fuchsia sunset catching the gold streaks in his hair and dotting the tip of his flawless nose. Seriously, does this dude have any flaws? A scar, a birthmark, an unsightly ingrown hair? Eddie can’t even see a single blackhead for fuck’s sake.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer” the dude mutters, turning to look at him, and, “oh, my god, you again?”

“uh.”

“i’ve got a fucking coaster this time,” the guy says, lifting his solo cup and giving it a little shake to point out the cork round sitting underneath it, “so if that’s what you came out here to berate me for, then you’ll have to think of something else.”

“uh,” eddie says again, because he has no idea what brought this on but he’s pretty sure it has shit all to do with him, and pretty boy’s really working himself up now, arms moving in sharp gestures as he paces back and forth on the short balcony.

“not that it even matters if i didn’t have a coaster, because this is my house! i can do what i want with my own fucking stuff in my own fucking apartment, nance, i don’t— uh…”

pretty boy’s face blossoms rose petal red, a heavy blush creeping up his jawline as he catches himself mid rant and folds in on himself, crossing his arms over his chest with a sheepish expression.

eddie’s always had a thing for shepherding.

“i’m listening,” he says, popping a cigarette in his mouth and holding the pack out in offering. “if you care to vent.”

the guy — steve, eddie finds out — tells him all about his controlling ex-girlfriend as they work their way through two cigarettes each, the sun slipping away to reveal a full topaz moon, big and low and close, ripe citrus bending the branch of a tree. nance was a real piece of work by the sounds of it, and eddie feels like an absolute shit for the way he treated steve, who had apparently just gotten dumped the night before they met and had been out shopping for a “please take me back” present.

“like that was ever gonna work,” steve mumbles, ashing over the railing. “pathetic. anyway, sorry i was rude to you that day or whatever.”

“you weren’t.”

“nah, i was.” steve shifts his weight, knocks their shoulders together. “not that you didn’t deserve it.”

“yeahhhh,” eddie agrees, cringing at himself. “sorry.”

“all good. so what’s your story then, huh? who pissed in your cheerios that day?”

eddie blames the alcohol fumes wafting from steve’s cup — a justification that makes perfect sense and would totally hold up in a court of law — for what he says next.

“honestly? you.”

steve’s face is so cartoonishly offended that eddie busts out laughing, eyes crinkling, head thrown back.

“oh, so you’re just an asshole,” steve nods sagely. “first cute guy to flirt with me in six weeks is a lunatic. love that for me.”

“no, i—” eddie laughs, “okay, we’re coming back to how you think i’m cute, but i just meant, uh-”

oh, fuck it. eddie’s never been good at holding his cards close to the chest. more of a 52 pick up kinda guy, historically, and why change now?

“you were so gorgeous it, like, genuinely upset me for a second,” eddie admits, running his tongue over his lip. he stubs out his cigarette; turns to look right at steve. “like, uh, like cuteness aggression or some shit.”

steve mirrors his posture, leaning an elbow on the railing, nearly chest to chest. “so you are crazy,” he smiles.

“that’s correct.” eddie swallows.

steve moves in to close the gap. “good crazy?”

“fun crazy, so i’m told.”

“i’m gonna kiss you if that’s cool.”

“very”

the kiss tastes like ripe citrus

[minhosimthings]

Gilded Skin || 18+

Synopsis: A makeout session with your tattoo artist neighbour

Pairings: tattoo artist!Jay × fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI 18+, Dom!Jay, sub!reader, fingering, p in v sex, rough sex, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, manhandling because idk I love Jay's hands, kinda pervert Jay, unprotected sex (not for you), swearing, use of "sweetheart"

A/N: for you my beloved @jaeyunluvr. Also possibly my last work for in a while since I'm getting kinda busy!

Tattoos.

Controversial (to some people) as they were, you loved them.

The mere thought of getting a tattoo scared you though, yes they were pretty, but number one, money and number two, needles. But soon enough, your friend, Heeseung, who was ironically a tattoo artist himself convinced you to pay a visit to the tattoo parlour.

Normally you would have refused, stating the usual excuse of 'I'm busy maybe next time?'. But lo and behold to Heeseung's ears you agreed this time.

"It's because of that hot guy there isn't it?" Heeseung snickered, his hands on the steering wheel as he drove you to the parlour.

'That hot guy' aka your new neighbour, aka the tattoo artist at the new tattoo parlour that had opened up down the street.

Even though it had been just a two minute walk's distance from you, Heeseung insisted on coming to the parlour with you. Although his actual motives were to see you absolutely melt infront of the man you had a cunt-destroying crush on, he kept on with the absolute lie that he was trying to be a supportive friend, and also obseve the artists at the parlor.

"He has a name you know." You rolled your eyes as Heeseung parked his car into the alleyway, "It's Jay or something."

"So we can no longer call him 'hot guy'?" Heeseung asked, seemingly amused by the way you were fiddling with your fingers, "Shame, I liked that nickname. What do you like about him anyway?"

What did you like about him. What answer could you have possibly given to that? Of course there were so many factors. The fact that he was your new neighbour but you still hadn't talked to him, the fact that he fed the street cats, the fact that he-

"His hands."

Heeseung's reaction was... appropriate to say the least. His choking on air made you roll your eyes, as you slapped his back to make him calm down. Then after a few moments of silence, he burst out laughing.

"His WHAT?" Heeseung held his stomach as raucous laughs escaped his lips, "Please don't tell me you're being serious right now." He doubled over again, almost hitting his head to the car's ceiling.

"Oh shut up, you're talking as if you're any better." You rolled your eyes, opening the car door, with Heeseung doing the same, "Remember last September when you-"

"Do not even start right now." Heeseung glared, slamming his car door shut, "Come on, don't want to keep the hands waiting do we?"

Taking a deep breath and letting it out rather too quickly, you pushed on the neon pink decorated door, which opened with a tinkling sound. The smell of lavender hung around, an unfamiliar scent for a tattoo store, which was covered in rock posters from head to toe, along with a few blue beads here and there, the kind Heeseung liked to collect.

"Hey." You greeted the red haired girl behind the counter, "I have an appointment under the name Y/N."

The girl looked up and sent you a quick smile before looking down at her computer, her eyes whipping around before finding a spot she thought was satisfactory.

"Yep right here." She popped her lips together, "I'll see if anyone is free Ma'am, could you wait for a minute?"

You smiled at her as if to say yes and plopped down on the couch next to Heeseung, who had been analysing the store with a lot of vigour in his eyes.

"It's fancy." He whispered, eyeing the girl at the counter, "Let's just hope your man comes out and you can get to catcall him before he goes."

"I am not going to catcall him, im not you." You chuckled, getting distracted from the conversation when you saw a black haired figure from the corner of your eye.

"Is that-?" Heeseung didn't even have to finish his sentence. He knew, judging from the look in your eyes and the fact that your mouth fell slightly open, that this was the person he ever so passionately called "your man".

You were mesmerised.

No, mesmerised wasn't the right word.

You were starstruck.

Maybe your hormones were on a whole different level, maybe you had just been dick-deprived for a long time, or maybe it was the lavender fumes, but you truly thought you had seen a Greek God fill the vision of your corneas.

"Y/N. Y/N!"

You felt Heeseung's elbow jab you painfully in the side, which was effective in breaking you out of your stupor. You blinked a couple of times, to see the red haired woman and Jay looking at you in what seemed to be amusement.

The woman coughed to defuse the seeming tention, you swore you could feel Heeseung awkwardly smiling for your left.

Well they always say bad beginnings have good endings don't they?

"So," A steady hand carefully polished the silver of the miniscule needle, "Y/N was it?"

Though the air conditioning was turned onto a high, you could feel sweat drops form at your forehead, why were his hands polishing the needle so erotically?

"Y-Yeah. You're Jay right?" You managed to cough out, feeling yourself immediately melt into the chair leather chain again when his eyes fell on you. His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, seemingly darting around to catch it's prey, but never leaving one point of focus.

"Nervous?" Jay chuckled, "Don't be, unless you're chronically afraid of needles."

"I am." You laughed, leaning back a little more comfortably on the chair, "Probably shouldn't have gotten a tattoo then should I?"

"Perhaps not on your most sensitive area." Jay nodded, sitting in front of you, his legs spread wide open, did he realise how welcoming that was to you?, "Most people go for the arm, I'm surprised you went for your thigh."

"Heeseung told me it doesn't hurt much." You braced yourself in the chair at the sight of Jay's needle pressing into his tattoo machine, "He's a tattoo artist too."

"I should make a friend of him then." Jay chuckled, looking into your eyes, he could bore deepwells in them and you thought you'd forgive such a handsome man like him, "How did you meet him?"

"Are you-" you gave him a funny look, "Are you trying to make conversation with me?"

"It helps most of them." Jay shrugged and smiled at you, you noticed his dimple come off his cheek, the one you saw last week, whilst spying on him from your bedroom window.

"So, new neighbour who I've never talked to until now," Jay raised his eyes up to you, "How about some conversation to lessen the pain?"

You had always known since you were a child that you had the attention span of a butterfly, eyes always zooming from one place to the other, but you never knew all you needed was a handsome face and some pretty hands to get you to focus.

Jay's deep voice soothed into your nerves, effectively proving his theory of "more talk, less pain". You hadn't noticed much of the tattooing process, except for a few instances here and there when his knuckles brushed across the skin of your thigh, making you mold your orgasmic whimpers into 'painful' winces. You could physically hear Heeseung in your brain telling you about your pain kink.

"So any relationship goals?" Jay asked you, your eyes briefly meeting with his, as his fingers stopped to move across the cross section, "I know that's sorta personal, don't answer if you don't want to."

"No it's fine." You laughed, pretending as if you didn't maniacally want to answer the question, "I'm still single for now, and as for goals, I'm free for ramen tomorrow, and that's it."

"So how about ramen tomorrow then?" Jay smiled, looking up at you, his hands coming to a halt and resting softly on your thigh.

"Will we be eating or will we be talking like this?" You chuckled, your brain fog capturing you entirely as you had no idea what words were coming out of your mouth, "Because to be honest, I'd just be staring at either your lips or your hands if we do either of them."

The most painful part of getting a tattoo, according to the internet, was the beginning part, when you'd be so scared, because apparently fear paralyses you more than the actual tattoo process. But you now knew, the most painful part would probably be Jay's amused eyes staring at you, while your brain managed to catch up with what you just said.

"Oh- no! No I'm so sorry—i didn't mean-"

"It's fine sweetheart." Jay's soft voice stopped your panicking, he stifled a chuckle at your behaviour. Adorable, he thought.

"No I'm really sorry Jay, I shouldn't have said that." You apologised again, feeling the heat come upto your cheeks.

"Oh sweetheart." Jay chuckled, leaning in towards you, "Do you really think I had no idea of your pretty little face spying on me through your window?"

He knew?

"I must admit, you look cute in that flimsy tank top, which hides nothing by the way." His deep voice rang through your eardrums, "but don't worry, I won't press charges or anything on you for spying."

Your back pressed against the leather of the leaning chair, as Jay put his tattoo machine down. Taking off his gloves, his tongue swept across his lips in a swift motion, as his hands trapped you in a cage, laying on either side of you.

"May I?" Jay asked, not even waiting for permission, he already knew the next thing to come out of your mouth was a pathetic whimper.

Without a moment's waste, his soft lips landed on yours, hands rubbing to take off your shorts.

You soon became lost in his presence, lips meeting his in a fiery kiss. his tongue pushed past, kissing you like his life depended on it.

"Fuck sweetheart." Jay said, "You taste good."

You moaned quietly into his mouth, feeling his fingers trail down and start to rub your clit. Your hand came down to grab his cock, already half hard, and you could feel him growing with each stroke you gave him.

His fingers slipped past your clit, toying with your opening and eventually plunging in as deep as he could with the angle he was at. Your head fell back, resting on the leather of the chair as your pussy fluttered around his fingers.

“fuck, you're so tight.,” he managed to say through gritted teeth, chuckling as you let out a stifled whimper, "You like that baby? You like my fingers hm?"

He began to set a fast pace, one of his hands gripping your hip to keep you in place for him and the other hand next to your head. you could see the veins in his arms as it flexed beside you, no doubt he was trying to hold back.

Small whimpers came out of your mouth with each thrust, but then you heard it. Footsteps outside the room, you had forgotten you were in a public place in the heat of the moment. The footsteps died down after a few seconds.

“Just gonna have to keep those pretty sounds in. Wouldn’t want them to hear you,” You clenched down at that.

He chuckled, a devilish, almost cruel sounding chuckle like he had something in mind.

“oh you like that, huh? Like the idea of someone walking in on us fucking in here, watching us. Watching you come apart on my fingers. You’d like that, wouldn’t you baby? Dirty fucking slut.”

At that moment, he made it his mission to make you cum, hard. keeping one hand clamped around your mouth to stifle your moans, your eyes practically rolled back into your head when his fingers touched a particularly sensitive position, the new position making his fingers fuck impossibly deeper into you.

As you were nearing release Jay pulled away standing up, quickly unbuckling his pants to unveil his already hard twitching cock eager to pound into you.

“gonna let me fuck you princess? gonna be a good girl for me?” he says, stroking his dick as he swipes his thumb over his slit wiping away his precum yet it still spews out, covering thumbs in the substance

He held the base of his cock, dragging the tip in between your wet folds, before slowly pushing himself into you, causing a groan to escape from the back of his throat.

His hands grabbing onto your hips, he began to slowly move his hips watching your pussy swallow his cock.

“You feel so fucking good” he said as he began to pick up the pace. Your hand moved up to your mouth blocking out the moans leaving your lips, doing your very best to stay quiet enough so others wouldn’t hear your lewd sounds.

Jay's thrusts became rough, his hand releasing your hip entangling his fingers through your hair tugging on it as he pounded into you. “You’re such a good girl, taking me so well”. 

“fuck…you’re so tight” he says, pulling your legs up to sit on his shoulders as he thrusts inside you at a steady motion, fucking you deliciously in missionary. His eyes stare at your tits that are bouncing with each motion he pulls you in.

“fuck baby..i’m gonna cum…gonna cum inside” he says as he gets that dumb look on his face, he squeezes your breast with white knuckles as something to hold on to while his eyes roll back in his head, a beam of his sweat falling on your chest.

your orgasm comes as his does, his dick twitching inside of your cunt making it almost impossible to keep going.

“m’gonna cum too…” you whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist, pushing him further into you to feel his cum covering your walls. the warm liquid coming fast inside you.

as Jay pulls out, he’s met with his mess, the pool of his cum leaking out of your cunt.

His fingers make their way down and pump inside of you, the squelching noise of your wet pussy filling the room. His fingers make their way out of your cunt and up to your mouth, pushing in his cum covered fingers inside your mouth.

“Suck sweetheart.” he demands, and so you do. You suck the mixture of cum off of his fingers while maintaining eye contact, his thumb cradling your chin for support. You could get intoxicated on those eyes for centuries.

Jay's thumb swept out of your mouth swiftly, as his lips landed on yours again, pressing you into a sweet and chaste kiss, breathing heavily as he pulled away and supported your tired structure with his strong arms. You could see the veins flex on his hands.

"So how about that ramen date tomorrow hm?" Jay asked, his dimple once again appearing on his cheek, "that is, if you can handle staring at my hands while I eat."

"A ramen date, if I can walk by tomorrow." You chuckled, "So, I guess this messy hair is because I was struggling too much out of pain while getting the tattoo? Or should I tell Heeseung something else?"

"Tell him how good of an artist I am." Jay chuckled, "And that his friend won't have to spy through bedroom windows anymore."

"Was I really that noticeable?" You rolled your eyes playfully, as Jay handed you your shorts.

"Sweetheart you have no idea."

[friendly-neighbourhood-wet-cat]

Guys what if I did a thing.

Biker!Red and Rich Girl!Chloe au

TW just in case: Implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced gun violence, minor descriptions of injuries.

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The Isle and Auradon are two neighbourhoods, separated because Auradon's mayor, Beast, doesn't trust a single person in the Isle.

Chloe is a part of the Charming Family, owners of the most successful company in Auradon. However, she doesn't want to be. She loathes the idea of everyone treating her like a dumb little rich girl who isn't capable of taking care of herself.

So, she sneaks out.

She secretly goes to parties in the Isle almost every night, craving the adrenaline rush that comes with disobeying her parents. But one night, Chloe gets a Iittle too bold.

She drinks too much, and before she could even blink, some random dude was pinning her to the wall of a secluded hallway, and touching her a little too confidently.

Enter Red.

She has been here for a whole excruciating hour, pointedly avoiding her mother while also working out a money deal for her. She was waiting for the guy to come when she heard a hushed argument coming from a nearby hallway.

As soon as she sees what's going on, Red threatens the guy to let go, and he only does so when she flashes the revolver tucked in her pants.

All Chloe can do is stare up at her saviour as she asks if she's okay, too drunk and gay to say anything. Chloe calls her brother, Chad, to pick her up since he's the only person who knows about her nightly endeavours.

The two talk for a bit, and Chloe finds out that maybe she isn't as educated on the world as she thought she was.

She finds out that everyone in the Isle is suffering, whether it be horrible living conditions, gun violence, abusive home situations, or anything else.

As the mysterious (and very attractive) biker walks away, she recognises the symbol on the back of her black leather jacket.

The Wonderland Gang.

An infamous biker gang that meddled in illegal activities, but the cops were too scared of them to do anything.

Red's mother, Bridget, was the leader is this gang, known by everyone else as the Queen of Hearts.

Contrary to popular belief, Bridget was actually a good mother. She and Red just didn't see eye to eye on most things, and then there was also the responsibility of keeping up their reputation.

Chloe didn't dare tell her parents about her encounter with the biker, knowing they would most likely never let her out of the house again. So, she simply tried to forget about it.

That didn't work, obviously.

She kept having dreams about the girl, it seemed like she couldn't get her out of her head. Her brother was too smug as he watched her fall apart, knowing exactly how uselessly gay his sister was.

A painful week later, as she was walking home from another night out, her wishes were answered.

She heard someone coughing in an alleyway. The coughs sounded like a wet gurgle, making Chloe sick to her stomach. She looked for the person frantically, and eventually found them slumped over a dumpster.

Lo and behold, it was her.

Her face was badly bruised, and with the way she held herself, Chloe guessed her ribs were, too.

She immediately got her out of the alley, and walked her to her house. Initially, her parents were hesitant, but after seeing the state Red was in, they knew she needed help.

Red woke up the next day in Chloe's bed, panicked and wary.

Chloe calmed her down and explained the situation, to which Red replied that she had to go or her mother would kill her.

Chloe didn't want to let her go - whether it was because she was still injured, or because she simply liked her presence, she didn't know - but Red couldn't be stopped. As she was about to hop out of the window and climb down to the ground, she gave Chloe one last look.

"The name's Red, by the way."

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Aaaand, that's all I got! Obviously, I'm not guaranteeing that I'm gonna write this, since school is starting very soon, but if enough people beg me, I might try something. Hope you enjoyed this!

[harryistheonlyoneforme]

Babe!! Can we get some Cheater H smut where he’s at the gym and he’s fucking Reader and then his wife comes in but he keeps going and she doesn’t notice? I need that so bad OMG

I Don’t Wanna Talk To You*

warnings: smut, cheating, dry humping, unprotected sex, praise, dumbification, lil bit of exhibitionism, creampie

pairings: cheater harry x reader

masterlist | harry styles masterlist

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“Harry?” YN calls, closing his front door behind her as she steps out of her shoes and makes her way further inside. She takes a peek at every room inside on the first floor of the house, frowning when she doesn’t see him in any of them. His car is definitely in the driveway and his location definitely says he’s home, so she heads up to the bedroom to see if he’s there. She finds the bed unmade but his slippers are still there, so she’s left to believe he must be in the basement.

She quickly jogs quietly down the stairs, the sounds of grunts and pants leading her directly to where he is. She steps inside the open door of his home gym, and lo and behold, she finds Harry in all his glory, in the middle of a drop set of deadlifts. His muscles are on full display, his back flexing with each rep. He hasn’t noticed her yet, so she takes the time to admire, subconsciously squeezing her thighs together at the thought of him making those sounds because of her; straining above her the way he is now.

The grunts haven’t stopped, the noises only fuelling her crude thoughts about the man she’s been dating for a year now. It only continues for about three more minutes, and then she’s watching him as he walks over to the wall nearest him and places the dumbbells down, squatting down to take a sip of his water. Everything he does ignites a fire in her that’s unexplainable. Her thighs are beginning to ache with how hard she’s squeezing them together, and they damn near snap in half when he finally turns around and notices her, his eyes lighting up and a dimpled grin covering his face immediately.

His eyes trail over her body as he strides toward her, and her heart is beating so fast she thinks she’ll pass out right then. He doesn’t even try to hide it when his eyes linger on her chest before trailing down to her thighs and he’s smirking when he sees how tight she’s clenching them. The sight ignites something in him as well, his cock stirring slightly in the loose shorts he’d chosen to workout in, but he forces it down. When he reaches her he leans down and intentionally presses a sweet kiss to her lips, moving away before she can deepen it. It pulls a needy whine from her lips as she chases his with hers, and he gives in immediately, wrapping one hand around her throat as their lips meet again.

She’s shifting on her feet and moaning into the kiss, nearly melting into the floor when his tongue starts to explore her mouth. With his free hand he reaches for the front of her tube top and frees her breasts, making her groan as the cool air of the gym begins to harden them. He begins to roll one between his thumb and forefinger, separating their lips and pressing their foreheads together to gauge her reaction.

“M’glad you’re here, baby,” he coos, rubbing a thumb over the hardening bud. She smiles brightly at his words, thinking he’s finally going to give her what she’s literally craving right now, but he doesn’t. “Need a spot for these bench presses, my love. Can’t be getting stuck,” he finishes, a cheeky smile playing on his lips.

Her smile falters just a bit as he grabs her hand and leads her to where he’ll be working next, and then he’s climbing onto the bench. She’s just standing there sort of awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what he wants her to do. “Cmon, hop on top,” he teases, chuckling as her eyes go wide, but she does as he says.

As soon as she’s comfortable, he goes straight into his sets, and he can’t even lie and say that he doesn’t exaggerate his grunts a little bit because he knows what they do to her. The fact that she’s sat right atop his abs isn’t helping either, she can feel each and every strain of his muscles whenever he goes to push the bar back up. The thin grey biker shorts she’d worn today and forgone panties with don’t stand a chance with how wet she is, and when she feels his abs graze her swollen clit it takes everything in her not to cry out in pleasure.

Harry just acts as if he’s none the wiser, continuing his set like he doesn’t feel the small amount of wetness she’s left on his stomach, or the way she throbs each time his abs flex against her. It takes all of his restraint when he feels her give into the temptation and start to rock her hips down onto his abs, but he has absolutely none left when she just begins to moan shamelessly at the pleasure she’s experiencing.

He places the bar on the rack and moves his hands to her hips, helping her to move along his abdomen. Her moans have picked up so loudly that they’re echoing throughout the small room, and his cock has become rock hard in his shorts. All he can do is ignore the throbbing and watch YN as she’s in absolute bliss above him, her head now thrown back as she gets closer to her orgasm.

Deciding to make the experience even filthier than it already is, Harry speaks up. “Such a dirty girl,” he rasps, watching with hooded eyes as hers meet his. “So desperate f’me you’re just grinding on my tummy, poor thing. Just couldn’t wait, hm?” his teasing does nothing but urge her toward the edge, and she’s nodding with all her energy, unable to find the words to express what she’s feeling, but he knows. “I know, darling. Cum f’me. Cum all over me and I’ll give you what you need.”

Those words are all the encouragement she needed to cum, her hips stilling and her legs shaking slightly as her orgasm wracks her body, a loud cry of pleasure leaving her. She cums so hard tears form in her eyes and start to fall down her face as Harry helps her ride it out, gradually slowing the movement of her hips until she’s grounded.

She eventually comes around breathlessly, her chest heaving. Harry doesn’t waste another moment and he helps her off of him before he’s easing her onto the floor and on her back, climbing on top of her to bring their lips together. The angle provides him with the perfect angle to slot himself between her thighs and press his throbbing bulge against her, bucking his hips slightly at the feeling of her wetness beginning to leak onto his pants.

The action makes him graze her clit slightly, and she whines a bit in overstimulation before he’s pulling away to look down at her. He groans out loud and his cock twitches at the sight before him; her little grey shorts are absolutely drenched from her orgasm, the dark patch in the middle glistening in the fluorescent lighting of the gym.

He can’t help but bring his hands to her waistband and begin helping her out of them, and he becomes absolutely feral when he sees a string of her wetness connecting her to the shorts. Bringing them down past her ankles, he takes just a moment to admire how beautiful she is, and any other time he’d simply eat her out until she passed out, but he’s too desperate to feel her.

So he frees himself from his pants and immediately lines himself up with her, pressing his tip into her swollen pussy. Her eyes flutter closed at the stretch, and when he just slowly pushes in until their hips meet, she wraps her legs around his hips to press him as deep as he can go. They’re both already wrecked, so close to cumming and he hasn’t even started to fuck her properly. He gives her a bit to adjust before he pulls out and plunges back in just as deep as before, setting a punishing pace from the beginning.

YN’s moans and the sounds of their skin meeting are loud in his ears as the pace surprises her, and she can feel the light dusting of hair on his pubic bone grazing her clit, making the feeling that much better. Placing her hands on either sides of his head, she brings his lips to hers and moans against them as he literally fucks her like it’s their last time together. She can feel her orgasm burning deep in her belly, her back beginning to arch until they’re interrupted.

The sound of a phone ringing on the floor next to them disrupts the little bubble they've formed, and when Harry pulls away to look down at it, a dark smile takes over his features as he realizes it's his wife FaceTiming him. He flips it around to show YN and her eyes widen when she realizes he hasn't slowed down even a little bit. She goes to ask him if they should stop but he speaks up before she can, pressing himself inside of her as deep as he can, making her choke on a moan.

"If I answer this call, will you be a good girl for me and keep quiet until I finish?" he asks her, reaching up with the hand that's not holding his phone and pressing his thumb into her mouth, a satisfied hum coming from deep within his chest when she nods enthusiastically, immediately closing her mouth around the digit.

He's still pressed deep inside of her their hips flush as he swipes the button to answer, turning his camera off as the call begins to connect. The moment it does, he can't resist the urge to roll his eyes as he sees his wife sitting at the fanciest brunch restaurant in the city, sipping on what he knows is the start of her bottomless mimosas. He can't even imagine the hit their bank account has taken, because he knows she loves to go shopping with her friends to show off and they always end up at the expensive restaurant they reside at now.

"Harryyy baby. I miss youuu," she drawls, the way she says his name making his nose scrunch up in disgust as she gets closer to the camera and forms her lips into a pout. He resists the urge to gag and decides to take his mind off of it, pulling his thumb from YN's mouth and bringing it down to her swollen clit and pressing down firmly before he begins to rub slow circles right on the head.

He watches YN in pure adoration as she brings her lips into her mouth in an attempt to keep quiet, and he decides to make things even harder by pulling out of her until his tip is resting at her entrance before slamming back into her. He thinks he'll cum right then when her eyes roll back into her head and her hands flail around to find anything to ground herself, a small broken whimper leaving her lips from the sensation. He’s brought back to earth, though, by the annoying, high pitched sound that is his wife’s voice.

“Do you want to say hi to my friends, they really want to meet you someday. I was thinking maybe they could come over to the house today?” she questions, her voice hopeful. But Harry couldn’t care less, all he cares about is making YN cum again before he literally explodes inside of her without warning.

"No, I'm busy actually, about to eat. I'm gonna have to call you back when I'm done, okay?' he asks, not really waiting for an answer before he ends the call and tosses the phone to the side. He thinks he hears her call out an ‘I love you’ but he brushes it off quickly, picking up his pace and basking in the sound of YN's cry of relief at being able to moan as loudly as she wants. "Fuck, did so well for me," he praises, trying to stave off his orgasm until she cums, his mind turning to mush at how perfect she is and feels. She's just babbling wordlessly beneath him, the intensity of everything that's just happened only aiding in the building of her orgasm.

He’s fucking her so deep she feels like she can’t breathe, no thoughts in her head as he just continues to wreck her, his hands nearly bruising her hips with how tight he’s gripping them. He can feel her start to flutter around him a bit, making him groan at what’s to come.

“That’s, it, baby. Gonna cum for me?” he coos condescendingly, and all she can do is nod, making him chuckle at how wrecked she is beneath him. “My dumb little baby, hm? Can’t even think when I’ve got my cock in you,” he teases.

YN’s eyes are just squeezed shut at his words, her body going completely numb before tensing, her pussy locking down on him so tightly he struggles to move as her orgasm finally washes over her. The orgasm moves through her body in what feels like waves, small shocks causing her to twitch lightly. Seeing and feeling her in so much pleasure actually triggers Harry’s orgasm as well, and he buries himself so deep inside of her, his jaw dropped as a broken sob leaves his lips, his balls drawing up so tight he swears they’ll explode. Then the tension is leaving his body and he practically screams as cum starts to spurt from his reddened tip and deep into YN, painting her insides with his orgasm.

~

Thank you guys so much for reading! Feel free to leave any feedback you have, and as always, requests are open. Love you!!!

[pillow-princess-diaries]

𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝙳𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚒 𝚡 𝙰𝙵𝙰𝙱!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Summary:- You and your detective girlfriend find out you have one more thing in common (dazai finds out her s/o is a monsterfucker,but it’s fine because she it too😌💅🏻)

Pairing:- Fem!Dazai x Afab!Reader

Type:- headcanons/scenario

Tw:- MDNI. use of dildos(monster-dicks),vibrators and cum eating???? Overstimulation??? Begging???

A/N:- had a thoughr at 2AM so naturally i hadd to jot it down ☺️ I hope y’all like it and stay safe everyone!

Okay so i had a silly thought ☺️

Imagine fem!dazai finding out her s/o is a monsterfucker~

Imagine the two of them on Dazais bed just rambling on to eachother and then reader just says “honestly sometimes id just love to be fucked dumb by a tentacle y’know?”

And dazai just nods like “yass girll me too~” but she has this sneaky look in her eye.

-“Zai?whats up??oh no…what did you just think of🤨”

-“Oh no just…hold on”

She goes over to her closet and picks up a box and brings it back to the bed and opens it.

And lo and behold its fuckin filled with an assortment of monster-dicks.

You then look up at dazai like 😳

And all she says is “ive got way better than a tentacle babe~ take your pick”

And when you can’t pick on,she just covers your eyes and makes you pick one to try.

Imagine the rest of the night she just uses them all on you so you can find your absolute favorite…

Well at least that’s the excuse she made to get you on board.

Imagine dazai just goin to townn on you with each and ever one in the box,trying some of her favorite ones twice(just to make sure you get a proper feel for it ofc! she definitely doesnt love seeing your face scrunch up and relax as each one enters your pretty little cunt,each one a different shape,size,length and girth.)

Imagine her going so deep,it rubs against your cervix…imagine cumming so many times that at this point neither of you have kept count accurately.

Imagine her stimulating your clit with a little bullet vibrator as she thrusts the foreign shapes into you revelling in the way you moan out her name and grip the sheets,your toes curling and your back arching.

Imagine her using a vibrating one and just keeping it inside you,buried to the hilt and making u beg to have it pulled out.

Imagine her running her finger along the edge of your cunt,gathering some of your slick and demanding that you clean the mess off her fingers in exchange for taking it out of you.

Imagine by the time your done you feel so sore and exhausted that you can barely even get up to go have a post-coital shower.

Imagine waking up the next day to see that each and every one of the little gadgets had been haphazardly thrown back into their box. Only your decided favorites lying nicely cleaned and dry on your night stand.

Imagine getting just a little sweet revenge on her and buying her one she doesnt have just to use it on her until she cant walk.

Honestly I doubt she’d mind~

I mean she gets to skip work the next day, AND she gets to be your little pillow princess~ It was a win win situation!

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[dracoxmalereader]

Watering Can

Draco x Male Reader

Context: A four-quel to my other ficlets All at Once, Windowsill, and Summer Sun. Reader is a ravenclaw in the year above Draco, and this fic takes place in Draco's fifth year (your sixth year) during Order of the Phoenix.

Also it's burdensome to keep linking every one of the previous parts, plus I imagine it's an eyesore, so if you want to read all the parts going forward they can be found on Wattpad and Ao3 under the name "Intense". <3

Summary: Draco can't help but go into Inquisitorial Squad Leader Mode™ when Filch mentions hearing rats in the greenhouses only for them to mysteriously vanish when he goes in to look. Lo and behold, who else would it be but the Ravenclaw he's more infatuated with by the day.

Word Count: 1560

The plaques on the wall shone in the dull light of the night sky. Bouncing off the glass, shining over the reflection of the hallway, the moon cast smudges of light gray along the dark walls. Draco's feet were cold against the floor.

He made quick work of his bathroom break, trotting back down the corridor towards the Slytherin dorms, wiping his freshly washed hands on his wool shirt. Footsteps rang from the end of the hallway, and Draco froze.

"Stinking bloody rats-" Filch muttered under his breath, his lantern lighting the walls before he turned the corner.

"What are you on about?" Draco stepped forward, the inquisitor within him already accustomed to jump at the chance to assert discipline upon other students.

"Filthy rats in the bloody greenhouses." Filch stopped in his tracks and rumbled on. "I hear 'em, but I can't find even one of the damn things. Gone before I get there, every time." His voice was bitter and rough like gravel.

Draco nodded, interest peaked.

Filch adjusted his grip on the handle of his lantern, Mrs. Norris yawned where she was tucked into his free arm. "Get to bed," He spoke, tone not lacking malice. "Wouldn't want to send Umbridge her own lapdog." He cleared his throat, starting again down the hallway.

Draco scoffed. Filch was one to talk about being Umbridge's lapdog. He rolled his eyes and pushed past Filch uncaringly, baring a sneer at the squib. He waited for them to disappear around another corner, rerouting himself when the last of Mrs. Norris's bushy tail was out of sight.

The school was quiet as he made his way through it, calm. He ducked past the dark walls until his feet touched the dirt-marred floor of the greenhouse hallway. He cringed at the feeling, but carried on.

Creeping along, he leaned slightly into the doorway of greenhouse one. His eyes scanned the room, the boxes of soil lining the walls empty.

Sloshing water broke his concentration. He turned towards the noise, squinting his eyes at greenhouse three across the hallway. He caught sight of a figure hovering over the plants, and pulled his wand from his pocket.

Gripping it tightly, he approached the doorway of greenhouse three as quietly as he could, waving it in the air before pointing it at the figure and casting, "Expelliarmus!"

Your startled shout rang through the air, watering can flying out of your grip and landing with a thud on the ground, rolling over and leaking water onto the floor.

"What the hell?" Your familiar voice made his stomach drop, and he swore he could feel the shame in his nail beds. You were audibly pissed, angry even. It was almost as terrifying as his father's wrath. "I'm not going to attack you with a watering can! Unnecessary!"

You dug your wand out of your pocket and flicked it in the air, muttering a Lumos and filling the greenhouse with light.

Draco opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't find the words.

You blew a puff of air from your nose. Your brows were furrowed. "Draco." Your voice around his name was laced with a bite he'd never heard from you, and it had him regretting every decision he'd ever made. His throat felt dry. "You gonna take me Um-bitch? Someone has to keep the plants alive."

"You shouldn't be out of bed after hours-" He chased the words out of his mouth, knees feeling weak from the clever nickname given to Umbridge.

Your scowl shut him up.

"Sorry," Draco choked, voice cracking.

His face felt hot, hotter than the air in the train car he'd last been able to speak to you in. He coughed, and it did little to quell the tightness in his airways.

"I, uh... I won't take you to Um-bitch." He let a breathless chuckle escape him.

You looked him up and down, and felt like he was about to crawl out of his skin. One of your brows jerked up in suspicion, and he wanted to run his thumb along it, to feel the muscles under the skin tense and relax.

He stepped into greenhouse three, taking a shaky breath and pushing closer despite the tension. He picked the watering can up off the floor, avoiding the puddle that had formed around it. The space beneath his ribs burned, and he held it out to you, his eyebrows raised in sincerity.

Your eyes met, and he hoped he looked as apologetic as he felt. Your face had matured over summer break and the beginning of the year, and he subconsciously tallied all the ways your face managed to fit you impossibly better. He wanted to touch it and feel for himself how your features had changed.

His lungs quivered when you reached to take the watering can back with your free hand. Your fingers brushed his on the handle, and he felt sparks fly up his arm. His knuckles ached. He wanted to throw the stupid watering can across the room and lace his fingers with yours.

"Thank you." The suspicion and anger bled from your face, and you returned to contently watering a line of plants, shriveled beyond identification.

He watched you quietly, admiring how your dirty fingers pressed and prodded the soil. "Regerminating Potion would help." He offered, pulse speeding up when your eyes met again. He'd missed you over break, and he found it a real shame he didn't see more of you day to day.

"That's a sixth year potion." You pointed out, a smug smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. Draco felt his face heat up.

His eyes widened and he opened and closed his mouth around an excuse he couldn't find to make. He'd rather go full inquisitor on you again than admit he'd been reading ahead and studying even advanced sixth year potions for the chance you'd need more help from him. Your observation went unanswered.

"We're not allowed to make potions anyways." Your smile morphed into something more leisurely, working your way to the last of the plants.

Finished watering, you set the can down on the ground quietly and looked at him. Maybe having special inquisitor privileges wasn't all that bad, Draco thought.

"I could make you some."

"You'd do that?"

Draco swallowed roughly. He'd do anything for you if you asked. "You want me to?"

He stared into your eyes, hoping you were paying close enough attention to see the unspoken vulnerability in them. He wanted to break every rule Dolores Umbridge put in place if it meant he could make you happy. His bones felt restless.

You blinked, and your eyes faltered for a moment. They flicked down over his face, catching on his lips and he felt his stomach lurch forward. His own eyes fell to yours before he tore them away and found you already looking back into his eyes.

It felt like you were strung together, thread tightening with every breath that fanned between the shortening space between your faces.

You took an audibly shaky breath, and Draco hoped it meant you were as flustered as he was. Your mouth poised open, forming words on your tongue that lost their chance to be spoken when the light of Filch's lantern reflected on the glass walls across the hallway.

The light at the tip of your wand went out. Draco whispered for you to duck under the table at the center of the room. Your wand clunked against the floor as you did, and Filch's footsteps picked up in speed until he was limping into the greenhouse almost shouting about the filthy rats he was set on catching.

Draco felt anxiety lick up his spine. "No rats here, there was only one." He spoke, projecting his voice like was giving a speech, guttural lilt not unlike the tone he took up with Potter. "Made quick work of the pest, you can be sure of that."

Filch huffed, peeved but uncomplaining. Must just be thankful those 'rats' are out of the picture, Draco figured. "I'm not gonna tell you again." Filch grumbled. "To bed with you." He twitchily shook his head and tore his disapproving glare from the room, righting back on his path around the school.

Mrs. Norris lingered in the doorway, nose bobbing against the floor, sniffing. Draco crossed his fingers behind his back and his gaze dropped to you. He held his breath even when his heart picked up at the amused look you gave him from under the table. Mrs. Norris licked the back of her paw before trotting away back to Filch.

When he held his hand out to help you up, it's a miracle it wasn't too sweaty to grip onto. He felt adrenaline pulse through his veins, and the energized smile you gave him mirrored his own as it crept onto his face.

"You know, these pajamas are a good look on you." You stayed in his space, pinching the fabric of his sleeve between two fingers. Butterflies raced through his chest at the contact.

The lightheartedness made him want to kiss you, made him want to pull you into a hug and breathe in your smell. You blinked at him and he blinked back, head reeling, picturing all the ways he wanted to break more of his own rules with you.

My mom watched me make the Wattpad cover for this and told me she appreciates that I never stopped being a pre-teen. To express my gratitude this chapter is dedicated to her. Thank you mom for supporting my antics. <3

Drawing by me

Tags: @gayaristocrat @nowayisthistakenyet @dracoshusband

[chuuyascumsock]

Okay soooo i kindaa had a silly idea and ran with it…. Fem!dazai who’s a monsterfucker with an AFAB!reader who is ALSO monsterfucker?

-Imagine fem!dazai finding out her s/o is a monsterfucker~

Imagine the two of them on Dazais bed just rambling on to eachother and then reader just says “honestly sometimes id just love to be fucked dumb by a tentacle y’know?”

And dazai just nods like “yass girll me too~” but she has this sneaky look in her eye.

-“Zai?whats up??oh no…what did you just think of🤨”

-“Oh no just…hold on”

She goes over to her closet and picks up a box and brings it back to the bed and opens it.

And lo and behold its fuckin filled with an assortment of monster-dicks.

Reader then looks up at dazai like 😳

And all she says is “ive got way better than a tentacle babe~ take your pick”

And when reader can’t pick on,she just covers their eyes and makes em pick one.

Imagine the rest of the night she just uses them all on you so you can find your absolute favorite…

Well at least that’s the excuse she made to get you on board.

Imagine dazai just goin to townn on you with each and ever one in the box,trying some of her favorite ones twice(just to make sure you get a proper feel for it ofc! she definitely doesnt love seeing your face scrunch up and relax as each one enters your pretty little cunt,each one a different shape,size,length and girth.)

Imagine her going so deep,it rubs against your cervix…imagine cumming so many times that at this point neither of you have kept count accurately.

Imagine her stimulating your clit with a little bullet vibrator as she thrusts the foreign shapes into you revelling in the way you moan out her name and grip the sheets,your toes curling and your back arching.

Imagine her using a vibrating one and just keeping it inside you,buried to the hilt and making u beg to have it pulled out.

Imagine her running her finger along the edge of your cunt,gathering some of your slick and demanding that you clean the mess off her fingers in exchange for taking it out of you.

Imagine by the time your done you feel so sore and exhausted that you can barely even get up to go have a post-coital shower.

Imagine waking up the next day to see that each and every one of the little gadgets had been haphazardly thrown back into their box. Only your decided favorites lying nicely cleaned and dry on your night stand.

Imagine getting just a little sweet revenge on her and buying her one she doesnt have just to use it on her until she cant walk. Honestly I doubt she’d mind~ I mean she gets to skip work the next day, AND she gets to be your little pillow princess~ It was a win win situation!

I hope its okie and not too much😭

ALSO IM SO SORRY I DIDNT KNOW U WERE LACTOSE INTOLERANT!!!!

Lets just imagine my icon is um lactose free cheese?(is that a thing?)

Anywho! OMG GOOD LUCK FOR YOUR EXAMS!!!! Ive got exams on monday too #A Levels🥲 I BELIEVE IN YOU!!!! YOUVE GOT THIS!!!!

Stay safe! Study well and i believe in you!

-🧀

DEAR LORD 🧀, WANT SOME WORD COUNT LIMIT WITH THAT ESSAY 😭⁉️

I love how dedicated you are lol.

But you’re missing the part where Fem!Dazai would get a double sided monster dildo just to share with you so you could fuck yourselves stupid on it. And she only gets more enthusiastic about it when your pussies meet in the middle and your clits rub against each other 🤭

OOOO ALSO BONUS BUT UHM, I HAVE A FEM! CHUUYA x READER x FEM! DAZAI SMUT DRAFT SITTING IN MY DOCS THAT WAS ORIGINALLY GOING TO BE WHAT I POSTED INSTEAD OF JUST THE FEM! CHUUYA SMUT 😶 I had the idea written down but I never wrote it. (I want to though.)

[sharedramblings]

Headcanon:

For Halloween, Larissa likes to go all out with her costumes. Sometimes she shape shifts, other times she just puts something on. One year she wore a black cat kigurumi and said she was twinning with her cat, Agatha.

And you're right!! Larissa would go all out for Halloween every single time. She takes it seriously, feeling and embracing the Halloween spirit. Personally though, I can't see her voluntarily wearing a kigurumi (had to search what it was) all by herself but!! If it's the theme or the motif however... then I feel like that's another story. 👀 Gonna keep the rest (aka the longer version of this text) under the cut because I got carried away 😅

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Everyone who works with or meets Larissa knows the woman is dedicated. In every party, competition, or event, it's simply a given fact that if there's a theme, then she will adhere to it. And that's what she's been doing for all the parties held in Nevermore, the annual Halloween party included.

She alternates with wearing a costume she bought somewhere, checking the little details to ensure it's the closest thing possible to her chosen ensemble that year. Or she puts her shape shifting abilities to use, delighting in the shock faces the faculty and students wear when she walks inside the hall as a heavily known artist, or performer, or a well-known person in the outcast community.

There's exactly one month left before the yearly Halloween party, and the theme hasn't been finalized still. So to shake things up a bit, Larissa asked the faculty to spread an online form to the students, asking for their preferred theme for the party. Whatever theme emerges with the most votes gets to be the final motif, but it will all be monitored, of course, to filter out any inappropriate suggestions. One week will be allotted to collecting ideas, and another one week for the voting.

And then the news spread out, students were only allowed to submit one suggestion, the faculty checking the form to finalize the options for the poll. After clustering and organizing, the students are then asked to pick one they'd like, and lo and behold, one particular option has won by a big margin: a kigurumi-themed halloween party.

Larissa raised her eyebrows when the voting time ended. A what theme? She has no idea what that was so she looked it up, her eyebrows shooting up even higher to her forehead on the images that flooded her laptop screen. A soft-looking one piece garment, designed to resemble a cartoon character or an animal. That's what the majority of the student population chose.

That was... one interesting outcome to all of this. The principal chuckled, baffled, she supposed she should have seen this coming. But there's no time to undo it all, and going against her own words wouldn't result in anything good. And so with the lingering feeling of incredulity still in her, she asked the teachers to disseminate the winning choice.

The theme was a glaring contrast to the dark one they had last year, and the air around the academy was buzzed and charged after the announcement. Most of the students were excited about picking their costumes, while there are a few who begrudgingly chose whichever. The same goes for the teaching staff, some teachers choosing the most adorable kigurumi to wear for the party.

Larissa, of course, has spent most of her free time searching for her own costume. She wasn't about to be the person who would break out of the motif. Because if she, the headmistress of the academy herself, would not commit to the bit, then it's a solid trail for everyone else who would rather not participate.

The amount of time the principal spent on surfing and looking for a costume that she likes to wear is absurd. Just about any kigurumi she saw is either too cute or too colorful for her liking. With a frustrated groan, she decided to rest her eyes for a while. That's when Agatha, her black cat, decided to grace the woman with her presence, climbing in her lap and rubbing its head in the principal's stomach.

Larissa smiles down at the cat, petting her on the chin, earning a satisfied purr in response. "Hi, my darling girl. Planning to help me with my Halloween outfit?"

The cat, seemingly understanding the question, stopped purring to answer. "Mrow"

That made Larissa chuckle a little before an idea forms in her mind. "That's right. Thank you for your input, Agatha." She went to pet the black cat again, before it decided it had enough, walking away and out of the principal's office, planning to roam around the campus once more. Larissa finally made up her mind.

The week before the party was hectic, especially for the staff and students who volunteered to form the committee. After days and days of hard work and effort, the day of the party finally arrived.

The hall was transformed into a tasteful and colorful palette of party decorations, the table cloth and foods complying with the palette as well. As the students and teachers mingled around in their own kigurumi, the whole thing looked like a huge slumber party. In the crowd there are a few people in a stitch costume. There's also tigger and piglet from winnie the pooh. Cartoon characters from monster inc, and pokemon, and many other movies and series. While there are also some people in animal costume design. A koala, bears, dinosaurs, a fox, bunnies, and even magical creatures like unicorns and dragons.

However, the students, aside from the committee, have yet to see their ever punctual principal. It has been a habit to look for her at some point in a party, curiosity piqued for the headmistress' outfit. Minutes later, the hall's door opened and walking in is the woman herself, wearing an all black cat kigurumi, accompanied by none other than Agatha, her cat who has been also dubbed as the academy's honorary pet. Larissa hadn't worn the hood yet, her intricately done silver hair updo contrasting with the clothing.

Giggles out of giddiness could be heard around the hall, the students couldn't contain their reaction to seeing their elegant, statuesque principal in a onesie. The sight is adorable, especially since some of them doubt that Larissa would still follow through.

Enid, in her wolf kigurumi, gleefully walked towards the principal with a question in mind despite the obvious answer. "And what, or who might you be, Principal Weems?"

Larissa humored the question, carefully pulling the hood up in place, the cat ears attached standing visibly, "I'm Agatha's twin." Pointing to the already disinterested cat walking away.

The blonde student squealed then, only expecting to be told that the principal was indeed a cat, and not at all coming as her cat's twin, gushing about how cute that idea was and shouting how it's nice to meet both Little Agatha and Big Agatha tonight, making the motive of the costume known to everyone (and Larissa being jokingly called as Big Agatha the whole night).

The party committee, after giving out the prepared trick-or-treat goodie bags that are packed in a plastic pumpkin bucket for those who complied with the theme (which is a great tactic to make everyone follow the decided theme), assembled everyone in the quad to take a picture, commemorating this year's Halloween party.

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Author's note: Thank you so so so much for this! As you can see, I really enjoyed it and decided to ran away with it. This was so fun and really had me going, and I hope it's alright that I absolutely rambled on and on with your headcanon (I'm not sure what response I should be doing, so hoping this is okay). I hope you enjoy this as much as I did, Alicia. Thank you for sharing this with me!

[beetlegoose01]

🧁Chainshipping Week Prompt 1: Cooking/Baking 🧁

Summary: In order to help Diana with her school's fundraiser, Adam and Lawrence must work together to face their hardest challenge yet: baking.

Read on AO3!

"A bake sale?" Adam quiered, raising an eyebrow as he leaned against the fire escape, amused as he listened to his partner's plea. 

Lawrence gave him an equally pointed look. Unlike Adam, he was merely poking his head out the window. With his foot or lack thereof, he didn't want to risk stumbling on the rickety platform. "Yes, it's a fundraiser for her school.” 

“She goes to a rich private school, how much money does it actually need?” 

“It’s the principle of working hard for something in return. And it sounds like a sweet idea. Pun not intended.” 

��"No, it sounds like a recipe for disaster." He waited for a moment, before adding belatedly. "Pun intended." 

Lawrence sighed. "I know, I'm not thrilled about it either."

"I can barely microwave ramen, Larry, what makes you think I'm at all qualified to help make something remotely edible for small children?" He pinched the tip of his cigarette between his thumb and index finger before taking a long drag. His eyes lit up. "Wait. Can we add edibles?" 

He pinched the bride of his nose in exasperation. "We are not feeding edibles to fourth graders, Adam!"

"Hey, keep your shirt on, there can be two batches. One for the kids, one for the adults." Smoke swirled around him as he exhaled once more. He only smoked outside, since Lawrence hated it, but sometimes he moved close enough just to mess with him. 

"Will you please be serious?" Lawrence asked wearily, forehead lines creasing from stress. He looked exhausted, both with work and from personal life taking a toll on him. His blond hair was even starting to see some silver streaks in his temple. "I promised Diana."

"Why would you promise her that?" 

He chewed at his lip, thinking for a moment on how to answer. "Ali was usually the hands-on parent. The one who would do this sort of thing. She would go to meetings, host birthday parties, and see her piano recitals. I was always too busy with work. And um, other excuses. I found myself disappointing both Ali and Diana more than once."

Adam frowned, flicking the cigarette on the ashtray. His angry eyes spoke more volume than any words could. 

"But I want to be different for their sake. Give Alison a break, and bond with Diana. Especially since we have her this weekend. I don't know, perhaps it is stupid. I don't know the first thing about bakin---"

"I'll do it." Adam said firmly. 

"What? You will?" Lawrence stared at him in astonishment. "Are you sure?" 

"Hell yeah I am. We'll make the best damn brownies her school has ever tasted." 

"I was thinking we would bake cookies, since they're easier."

"We'll make the best damn cookies her school has ever tasted." 

Lawrence laughed. "Thank you. Now, I should pick her up, speaking of which. Would you mind getting the ingredients while I'm gone?" 

Adam waved him off. "You can count on me. I'm totally prepared---"

"No edibles." 

"Aw."

Adam heard Diana before she even arrived, with her high pitched voice echoing through the halls. The door swung open and lo and behold, she burst in charging at full speed the moment she plopped down her My Little Pony lunch box.

"We're home!" 

"Hey Princess!" He chuckled, lifting her up and twirling her around. He was only able to do this for about three seconds before putting her down again. "Oof. You need to stop growin', kid. My back can't take it."

Diana giggled. "You're just old, Adam." 

Adam put a hand to his heart in faux offense. "Ouch. You wound me." he teased, poking at her nose. 

"Sorry, it's just the truth, and I gotta be honest."

"Huh, can't argue with that. Speaking of old, where's your Dad?" 

"Coming!" Lawrence called out. In typical Dad fashion, he was carrying Diana's backpack and handling his cane. Though he tried not to show it, he was clearly struggling to manage both, as judging by his limp being more obvious. Immediately Adam rushed to his partner's side, taking the backpack off his hands, hanging it up on the hook. 

"Diana, don't forget to take your shoes off." As she was about to do so, he said, "and don't kick them off, please." Begrudgingly she obliged and unbuckled them right next to the closed door. 

"I didn't have a good day at school today." She said, shuffling towards the couch and flopping on it. Adam made a note of her mismatched socks, one rainbow, the other blue with puppies. 

"Aw no, what happened?" He asked, to both Lawrence and Diana. Last week they both heard from Alison that she had been repeatedly picked on by a bully named Brayden. They had spoken to the school and the parents, so he was hoping the little shit wasn't causing her any more grief. Otherwise he would have to resort to violence. 

Diana made a face. "We had to do fractions." 

Adam winced, pulling the exact same expression of disgust as Diana. "Ugh, man. I hated fractions when I was your age. Useless, if you ask me. In fact, I promise you that you won't use fractions anywhere except for school." 

"That's not true," Lawrence interjected, handing Diana a plate of apple slices from the kitchen, which she happily started to devour. "Fractions are important, honey." 

Diana didn't look convinced, but she nodded. "Can we watch SpongeBob before I do my homework?" 

"Actually..." He said with a shared smile at Adam. "We have a surprise for you in the kitchen." 

She gasped. "For real life?!" 

"Ye---" But before either of them could tell her what the surprise was, she sprinted into the kitchen and let out a squeal. Together (although Lawrence hobbled behind a bit) they discovered Diana rummaging through the grocery bags. Adam had bought regular stuff: sugar, butter, flour, salt; he also took the liberty of buying all sorts of confectionary decorations. The latter of which Diana was more invested in: sprinkles, silver balls, icing, chocolate chips, walnuts and little candies. 

"Can we bake now?!" She begged. "PleasepleasePLEASE!"

Lawrence nodded. "Alright, let's get cracking." 

As expected, Diana did little to help with the baking. After helping crack a singular egg, she scampered off to watch cartoons while Adam and Lawrence attempted to follow the recipe to the book. Mostly Lawrence, since Adam was rather distracted, despite being in charge of the dry ingredients. 

"Don't forget to add salt."

"I won't."

"But not too much salt."

"Yeah, yeah."

Lawrence had successfully combined the wet and dry ingredients into one bowl, but it was hard to celebrate when all he could focus on was Adam staring at him dreamily. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his strong arms, and it was impossible not to look.  

"Do I have something on my face?" 

"You do."  

Automatically Lawrence started to touch his cheek, and in that moment had taken the bait, Adam flung some flour into the air, swirls of dust hitting Lawrence right in the face, and in his hair. 

"Don't worry, I gotcha." He used his fingers to brush it with a cloth. With a cheeky grin, he moved over to bump Lawrence's hip, sliding his hand over to graze it slightly. 

Lawrence, though startled, accepted the affection by pulling him closer, combing his hand through a mop of messy dark hair and tracing his fingers against the man's jawline. Adam took this as an invitation to make another move, heart aflutter as he finally pressed his lips against Lawrence's, at last closing the gap between them. He took this opportunity to slip some tongue in, a soft moan escaping him as he reached for Lawrence's belt----only for the latter to pull away. 

"Not in the kitchen!" He hissed, cheeks flushed. "Are you out of your mind?" 

"S' not my fault." He whined.  "You're so fucking sexy when you roll your sleeves up."

"Need I remind you that we are not alone?" He warned, waving his finger. 

"It was just a kiss."

Lawrence snorted at his attempt at innocence. "Just get the mixer out, please." 

Adam rolled up his own sleeves as if nothing happened. "You got it! We'll continue this later." 

"Diana, honey, would you like to sprinkle some chocolate chips in?" He asked, ruffling her hair fondly.

Diana squealed,. "Yes!"

"Ready kiddo?" Adam said, preparing to open the oven with Diana by his side. 

"Ready!" 

A blast of hot air hit them at once, smelling of sweet chocolate goodness as they reached inside to retrieve the pan of cookies. To their delight, they looked absolutely delicious. They were crispy, but not burnt. Fluffy, but not too soft. Round with the perfect chocolate chip to cookie ratio, they couldn't have looked better. 

After they let the cookies cool off, Diana was practically bouncing with excitement. "Can we decorate them?" 

"Maybe we should taste them first?" Lawrence suggested, already cautious.

"Man come on, they look amazing! And they probably taste amazing too!" 

But when they each took a bite out of the smallest three cookies, they promptly spat them out in unision.

"Eeeew it's salty!" Diana said.

"Mine has a weird salty after taste too," Lawrence tilted his head. "Adam, how much salt did you add?" 

"Uuuuhhh..." 

"Adam." 

"It might have been a bit more than I should have." He admitted. "But it's not that bad---" He took another bite, forcing himself not to gag. "Oh God, thisissogross. I mean, wow! So good." Wiping his mouth, he said, "Yeah, no I wouldn't feed this to my worst enemy. What do we do now?" 

"Box mix?" Diana piped up.

"Box mix." Lawrence and Adam agreed. 

As it would turn out, Pillsbury Cookie Dough tastes just as good as homemade. 

[writingsofwesteros]

The idea of modern!Jace and Alicent should not be as hot as it is. Like Alicent is in her hot girl summer era WHICH IS DESERVED!!!

But I can totally see Jace having a crush on her growing up. Like they don't speak much because Rhaenyra and Alicent have this weird tension where they hate each other but also because they want to fuck each other but are too stubborn to do anything. So obviously growing up around her, she'd definitely be his sexual awakening.

He'd probably jerk off to the thought of her in his teens and feel immediately bad about it l, tries to use porn to jerk off instead but his mind keeps drifting off to his friends hot mom.

Now with Criston fucking the confidence back in Alicent, she's grown a little more fierce than before so when the whole family gathers for like Christmas dinner, lo and behold, Jace Velaryon, now a college student a fucking handsome one at that.

Deep down she feels awful about the wetness at her core between her legs when she sees him, having the object of her latest desires being the son of her ex-best friend but her lust quickly over powers that.

Dinner goes on great and Alicent can't help but sneak glances at the brunette from across the table, smirking ever so slightly when their eyes would meet for a spilt second before looking away, causing Jace to almost believe he imagined it.

Now even though Alicent is finally getting the sex she deserves, she's still a housewife, albeit a very horny one that probably would fuck any one in her life that's not her husband. So once everyone is done eating, she heads to the kitchen to clean up, pack food away and wash dishes and such and of course, like the gentleman he is, Jace offers to help.

Okay maybe there was an ulterior motive behind this from both parties but they pretend there isn't. So there they are, it's just the two of them in the kitchen as everyone else goes to the living rooms chatting so loudly they can barely hear themselves think and Alicent decides this is the perfect moment to test the waters.

Fleeting looks, lingering touches, quiet whispers in Jace's ear under the false pretenses of hearing her better. His cock was already half hard after seeing her that night during dinner but now, it's straining against his jeans. He's not one to indulge himself often, especially with someone like Alicent, where it could end very very badly.

But his last ounce of restraint snaps when he dries the dishes, Alicent by his side, putting them away when her hand gently squeezes his arm in gratitude. He thinks nothing of it until her hand starts to slowly drift downward. Lower and lower. His breath hitches right as she cups his clothed cock, her body pressed against his.

He shoots her a look of confusion but she keeps her eyes innocent as she rubs his hard on through his jeans before sliding her hand underneath the hem of his pants. He gasps as she takes his, surprisingly massive cock, and starts slowly caressing the tip, jerking him beneath his jeans. He's leaning against the sink now, looking at her wide eyed and panting as she shushes him softly, telling him to not alert the others.

He could barely believe this was happening and thought it was a dream for a moment as she whispered hotly in his ear, her soft hand bringing him closer to the edge. And right as he's about to cum right in her hand, in his jeans, she slips her hand out and wipes it off, ruining his orgasm before it could hit.

He whines but all she does is smile, her eyes dripping lust as she smirks and walks away, back into the living room with the rest and acts as if nothing happened. It takes Jace a few minutes to gather himself but when he does, he goes back and tries to keep his heated gaze off the women for the night but fails.

That night when everyone leaves, Jace convinces Rhaenyra to let him stay over, pretending he wanted to hang out with Aegon. Luckily for him, Aegon quickly passes out from alcohol and everyone else seems to busy. He sneaks into Alicent's room where she seemed to waiting for him and makes her regret the stunt she pulled earlier that night. They go on for hours, having to harshly cover each other's mouths in attempts at not to wake anyone else in the house but fails miserably over just how fucking good it is.

I agree so much!!! like why is it that hot oopsie

Love your scenarios so much!! They are amazing!! You are treating us well!!

[wil-is-done]

Scary Blue Lady

Summary: The scariest things can be found between the boundaries of here and there.

Word Count: 1,111

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Elevators that take you to another world. Fairly well-known, as far as urban legends go. To start, find yourself a nice, tall building at least ten stories high, with a functional elevator. Enter, punch in a specific set of floors in a specific order, then bam, you’re in another world, no truck accidents required. But the Mystery Kids already knows a dozen other ways to get to a dozen other worlds. No, the goal today isn’t that.

“The one time I picked the short straw…”

As the door to the tenth floor rolls open, Dipper punched in for the fifth floor with a damn near manic grin. Coraline cursed her lucky stars one more time.

“Hey, you might hit it off with her.”

“Think so? Match us, cupid.”

The elevator stopped.

“You’re both ladies, both blue, and you’re both very scary.”

“Just beggin’ me to wring that scrawny neck…”

The ‘5’ display alights.

The story goes a woman will try to enter the elevator on the fifth floor. Never ever let her on. Not hard to guess what they’re here to do.

The door rolls open.

Beyond was a darkened hallway, and not of the mundane office space the team borrowed for this excursion. It was barren concrete, no paint on the walls or carpeting on the floors. No sign of Raz, who’s stationed at the fifth floor, or anyone else. The only light remaining was the fluorescent glow above their heads.

Then, a clack echoed, and a heeled leg stepped around a corner.

The rest follows.

A form that could be charitably described as humanoid. A gnarled mess of limbs barely fitting under the ten-feet ceiling hallway, skin cracking and pale like a sheet of dried paper. Generous for it to be described as a woman, but fear does do funny things to the minds of normal people. Last, it was wrapped in a shimmering blue mesmer dress that assaulted the eyes.

Coraline gritted her teeth, fighting back bile in her throat. Mesmer blue. It assaults not just the eyes. It digs deeper, into the brain, the seams of your conciousness, the hooks hinging you to sanity. It’s dangerous enough to warrant the psychics sitting this one out. And it’s popping up everywhere.

So when accounts of the Lady of the Elevator started including a shimmering blue dress, it was worth a look. Lo and behold. Coraline, again, cursed her lu-

Bile climbed into vomit that spilled out her lips the instant she opened her mouth. She doubled over, head spinning and splitting apart, and nearly collapsed into her own vomit puddle if a pair of hands on her shoulders didn’t keep her on her feet. Except the hands weren’t Dippers’s.

The lady-thing has crossed the hallway in the time it took Coraline to expel her breakfast and lunch, and crammed a pair of its – arms? Fingers? – limbs into the elevator, and snatched her off her feet. A head(?) unfurled and tried to fit inside the elevator, but couldn’t angle itself past the entrance.

Coraline tried an insult, but what spills out was only more bile and vomit, this time stained red. The effects of blue mesmer were never this bad. Home turf advantage?

“The floor!” A hoarse voice barked. Dipper’s, crumpled on the floor with red stains trailing from his nostrils, eyes, and ears, but with steady fingers on the last formation of an incantation. “Close the link!”

Even through double vision Coraline saw the faint lines drawn upon the elevator linoleum. It just needed matter, any non-gaseous matter for the energy to travel and be useful. She craned her feet, stretched her toes to get the boots to meet the floor, but she’s held too high. As another wave of nausea crests, it hit her.

Coraline lurched forward and retched and spewed a gunk of- no longer vomit, just thick red gunk. It landed with a splat, leaving a thin string of red connecting her lips to the floor. Dipper slammed his hand down.

Runic lines flared to life. Energy traveled from the runes up through the blood, passing Coraline, and colliding full force with the lady-thing. An inhuman gurgle-shriek echoed in the space as it was flung back, then pinned to the floor with glowing mystic chains. Its mesmer dress also didn’t like that, glitching in and out of consensus reality.

Coraline landed on her two feet, barely. She spat, coughed, anything to be rid of the acrid tang in her mouth, as she staggered out of the elevator. Dipper tried to wipe the blood on his face as he stood, only succeeding to smear red all over. He passed a pill of condensed Smile Dip to Coraline before popping one himself. Dull the creeping insanity by inducing one parallel to it.

They stood at a safe distance on opposite sides of the subdued creature as it thrashed and wailed.

“Someone saw this, and thought it was a woman?”

“Don’t victim-blame, Coraline.”

Dipper knelt. With the mesmer neutralized, it’s form seemed easier to parse. Among all its gnarled limbs, one extended far longer, trailing all the way back around the corner where it first emerged. He scrutinized the limb further.

“An abnormally long limb. Or is this just rope?”

Coraline spotted where the ‘rope’ was attached to the lady-thing. If you superimpose the proportions of a human being onto this creature, then the ‘rope’ would connect roughly to where its belly button would be.

“Say this thing has a belly button,” Coraline warily mused. “What’s it mean if this ‘rope’ is attached to it?”

With a gloved pinky finger, Dipper prodded the ‘rope’. “Seemed like it’s made of the same material as the lady-thing,” he said. “Is it… an umbilical cord?”

The knowledge spoken aloud rang a bell in Coraline’s thoughts, and sent a chill down her spine. The thrashing and shrieking; it wasn’t simply angry. It was throwing a tantrum.

“This is no lady,” she muttered, aghast. “It’s a scary blue baby.”

A gurgle echoed from the dark. A long, droning moan from a space beyond this cramped corridor. Yet at the same time, the alien sounded almost like a cooing, soothing siren song. Like magic, the subdued creature grew calm, docile.

“Was that-?”

“Probably.”

“You’re a magnet for evil mothers.”

“Now who’s victim-blaming?”

Something cold and moist caught Coraline’s ankle. Rather than look, she simply sighed.

“Feel that around your ankles too?”

“Strongest bind I have, I swear.”

Then, a whipping sound, as the umbilical cord grew taut.

The lady-thing was pulled back to the unknown whence it came, and through the limbs it hooked around their ankles, brought Coraline and Dipper along with it.

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Wiki-binging urban legends at midnight actually paid off.

This fic is commissioned by @needle-foot, who wanted a horror MK fic and basically gave me free rein on how I should do it, with just a little note on preferring the horror taking place in a confined space. Hope you don't mind the cliffhanger.

Thank you for being extremely patient with me getting this done. I have a gap between my contract work, so I thought it's high time I get some of the last lingering commissions done. I'm probably gonna update my commission list and properly taking a few slots again soon, so look forward to that.

[welcome-to-maniac]

❝   oh,  i am one of the monsters.  but that just means i can keep all the other monsters from ever hurting you again. ❞ 

For Ari and Seung~ I wanna see what you do with this 👀

@livealittleoc-cb

It's happening again, Seungmin knows that much. The sleepless nights, the nightmares, days where he's digging his nails into his palm until he leaves little red crescents, everything that spits in Seungmin's face that he's slipping again. His mental health is crumbling away like sand in his palm and he can't get himself out of it. It's worse now that it's more than just everyone at the bar who he's worrying the more he snaps at them.

So he storms out of the bar, sick and tired of the way everyone is and has been looking at him. He's not some fucking monster for people to gawk at.

Shrugging his hoodie over his head as the rain, Seungmin just keeps walking, no destination in mind. He doesn't care where he goes, as long as he can get away from everything. Muttering apologies under his breath as he pushes past people, his eyes don't move from the ground, refusing to meet anyone's gaze lest they look at him like that.

Until he bumps into someone. Who's refusing to let him go?

As fun as it can be working as a Reaper, the one thing that would help is a standardised schedule. But unfortunately there isn't one, and Ari trudges on after a particularly nasty death by the moterway that they'd rather not dwell on. People really do get themselves killed in strange ways.

And since it's late, they don't really pay attention to where they're walking; not like anyone's going to—

Is that Seungmin? She holds him still, rolling her eyes when he tries to struggle his way out of her grip.

"Sorry can you just let me-"

"Woah, woah, Kim Seungmin," Ari huffs, rolling her eyes again when Seungmin stares at her. "Ain't the bar still open? Fuck you doing out here?" When the older man stiffens in their arms, Ari's suspicions raise even further. What is wrong with Seungmin? The two of them stay like that for a moment, before Ari gets sick of the silence and tugs Seungmin along with her, finally choosing her destination.

Her house.

How on earth he ended up in Ari's home, Seungmin doesn't know. What he does know is that he's being pushed to sit down on their sofa while the younger woman goes about getting a glass of water and shoving in his face. But he's busy scratching his arm, he can have the glass of water later, thank you very much.

"Drink the damn water, Seung," they order, and Seungmin frowns. "Don't give me that look, just take the thing, jeez."

So he does, and he doesn't see the relief that washes over their face.

It's a few hours later, there's some tv show playing that he doesn't remember either of them turning on and he can feel her staring through his skull. So he turns his head, and lo and behold Ari is blinking owlishly at him.

"Didn't know Zack knew how to possess you." He quips, and a little part of him is proud of that one. It's clever, dammit.

"Ha. Ha. Asshole." She fires back, but then the sincerity is back in her eyes, and Seungmin's confused. "I know something's bothering you, spill. You've been zoned out this whole time."

He's not getting out of this, is he?

"Everyone keeps looking at me like I'm some kind of fucking monster," he grits out, "all because my mental state is getting bad again. I fucking hate it; they don't know what I went through, they don't know what I've seen, they don't—"

"I don't." What? "I don't think you're a monster, Seung."

"Like hell you don't." Seungmin argues, refusing to let himself believe. "You're not a monster, what would you know?"

"Oh, I am a monster," Ari chuckles, making the brave decision to loop an arm over Seungmin's shoulder and bring him into a makeshift hug. "But~ that just means i can keep all the other monsters from hurting you ever again."

Oh.

[that-salty-ghost]

As Above, So Below | Chapter 11: Wake Up Call | Viktor [Arcane] // Male Reader | Rating: M Throughout

Viktor is leaning casually against the wall, two fingers pressing down on the blinds just enough for him to catch a glimpse of the chaos ensuing outside without drawing too much attention to himself.

“Is it always this exciting here?”

You decide to remain under the covers until all evidence from your almost-wet-dream goes away. You’ve never been happier about Syd causing a scene in your life while she unknowingly buys you time to compose yourself.

“Not even in the slightest.”

You rub your eyes and stretch out your back before moving from the cot, groaning as your name echoes throughout the streets. You make your way over to the window with Viktor to peek through the blinds with him. He smiles at you as you approach and takes his weight off the wall to give you a better view outside.

Lo and behold Syd is moving further back to look into your window and Viktor moves his fingers back to shut the blinds before she can see. A quick flick of his eyebrows reveals the small amount of fear he seemed to feel at the thought of being caught before he reaches for his cane.

“I’m sorry for waking you.”

You smile back after getting a good look at him. His hair is tousled with bed head and the dark circles under his eyes indicate just how much sleep neither of you got last night. A much different version than the put-together boy you met yesterday and a complete stranger from the guy that had his way with you in drunk dreamland.

“Don’t be. Has she been doing this for a while?”

“No, this is new.” He tilts his head to the side, motioning to the window. “But what were you dreaming about, it sounded like you were having a nightmare.”

Your eyes widen a little as that was the furthest thing from what was happening, but at least he didn’t suspect you dreaming about deep-throating him for the better part of the evening.

“Uhh, I can’t really remember. Probably that recurring one about the world running out of whiskey.”

“Sounds tragic.”

“It is.”

He grins slyly while you joke together until you both hear rocks getting thrown at your window. “You’ve gotta be shitting me.” You start finicking with the blinds and unlock the window while Viktor steps away to give you room.

You fling the window open after a particularly large rock ricochets off the building and lean your head out, the cold air that would usually chill your skin instead feels soothing as your blood pressure continues to rise.

“Are you out of your goddamned MIND?!” You yell at Syd, unflinching as she looks like she’s winding up another pitch at your apartment.

“You didn’t show up for your shift and Jeff is STARVING.”

Your brows furrow with aggravation. “What the hell are you talking about? I wasn’t even scheduled today!” You look to her side to see Jeff chasing a bug and throw your arms out in frustration. “And why didn’t you feed him—can you not handle a single biscuit?!”

She whips another rock towards the building at your insult, missing you but threatening your life with it regardless. “I shouldn’t have to HANDLE anything, I put you on the schedule yesterday before you ran off with the jacket that you STOLE like a maniac!”

You feel your entire being tense up when she mentions Viktor’s coat with him in the room.

You dodge both her accusation and another rock when you shout back. “You can’t just throw me on a shift last minute and then starve our child and THEN come here to tell me about it while opening fire on my apartment!”

If Jeff wasn’t next to her feet rolling on his back you would’ve thrown the rock that flew past your head back at her.

“I didn’t come here to tell you about the shift that you missed I came here to fire you.” She retorts like she just delivered the most understood news in town.

“Oh, for fuck’s sakes. An HONOR, SYD.”

“AND! Because even though you’re a deadbeat father—for some reason Jeff still wants to be here. He keeps taking off and I need to run my shop!”

The last comment must’ve gotten Viktor’s attention. You hear him start to walk over before he peeks his head just near the window to see the poro yipping at you. You get a glance at him and his enthusiastic expression causes you to pause until what she said registers.

“You’re here to file for joint custody?!”

“You’re taking FULL CUSTODY YOU SACK OF SH—"

You see Remy step outside from the shop to cut her off and wonder when he came in today. You can’t remember hearing any doors open all morning…but you were also…very busy.

“Can you take this anywhere else, Syd? You’re scaring my customers.”

His voice is exhausted like this has gone on long enough, but still has a small flicker of amusement in it while he tries to calm her down. You figure he must’ve heard everything since she arrived and look over to check on Viktor while Remy tries to prevent Syd from throwing another projectile at you.

You slam the window shut and shut the blinds in one fatal swoop, trusting Remy to take it from there and remove your assassin.

Viktor’s eyes are still big, full of excitement and a lot more ready for the day than yours so far. Your frustration wears away at the sight of him and you try to pave over the rocky start to your day.

“You hungry?”

The chuckle he holds back causes his chest to flutter before he answers. “Apparently not as much as Jeff, but I could eat.”

The way his voice remains soft even when you’re about to drop a piano outside manages to slow your adrenaline, but his boyish grin is what settles any residual rage in an instant. He eyes the bathroom before speaking again.

“Do you mind if I wash up first? I would prefer to not smell like vodka over breakfast.”

You chuckle and make your way to the espresso machine, grabbing a cup for you and one for Viktor.

“Of course. Help yourself and meet me downstairs when you’re ready?”

He eyes the second cup you put out for him and smiles softly with a nod. “I won’t be long.”

You gather up some coffee beans and start to grind them down while Viktor collects his clothes. He pauses at the tobacco plant, now with closed blooms and crooks a finger gently under one to inspect it.

Your mind travels back to your dream and how your imagination ran wild with how he rubbed his thumb on your cheek to settle you down. How light his touch was when he dragged his fingers along your chest and you curse yourself for being pissed at the plant again for living out your fantasies.

His voice snaps you out of your daydream and you try to slow down after catching yourself grinding the beans at an unnecessarily rapid pace. “I’m glad I got to see them open up.”

You wanted so badly for his phrase not to knock you back into all the dirty things the dream version of him said, but he pulls you back to that place without even trying. Rather than responding, you force a smile before he makes his way to the bathroom.

Once the door is closed behind him, you sigh heavily and brew a pot of coffee. The aroma fills the small room quickly while you change into some fresh clothes and pour yourself a cup. The yelling outside and the throwing of stones comes to a ceasefire and you sit in the lounge chair by the plants while you nurse your hangover.

You glance over at the tobacco plant and groan before closing your eyes and leaning your head back against the chair. “Don’t look at me like that you little bastard.” You mumble to yourself and give it the middle finger before taking a sip of your coffee.

“Did you just flip that plant off?”

Remy’s voice startles you, but you keep your eyes closed regardless.

“It knows what it did.”

“I’m sure it does.” The heavy sound of the older man’s steps approaching is paired with the pitter-patter of poro feet while they enter. “But what the hell did you do to get Syd that worked up?”

You feel weight jump onto your lap and look down to find Jeff trying to get a drink of your coffee. You smooth the fur on his head and find Remy making his way into your studio, eyeing the cot on the floor and then looking for the sound of running water until he turns towards the bathroom door.

“Apparently I didn’t show a for a shift that didn’t exist.”

He looks back at you and then the second cup next to the coffee machine. You know his mind is moving a million miles a minute trying to piece together the nature of your visitor, but you try to keep the conversation on the straight and narrow. “Syd was going to fire me regardless; she just wanted the world to witness.”

“No, I know that.” He picks up the mug meant for Viktor and cocks a brow at you, quietly asking if he can use it. You nearly freeze up but finally nod and he pours himself a cup. It looks like his wheels turning before he disappears into your kitchen and returns with a replacement cup to set down for your guest. The gesture is enough for you to pick up that he knows you care about whoever is in the bath and you shift your eyes back to your drink.

“You wanna use the kitchen for whoever is in there?” His eyes are kind when you look up, he moves his gaze to the bathroom and back to you.

“For you too, the least I can do for getting Syd out of here.”

Remy chuckles and takes a sip of his coffee. “In that case, it’s all yours. I got my hands on some decent ingredients for ya.” He slaps his hand on your shoulder before making his way back downstairs.

Jeff hops off of your lap and you get up to grab a vial of vanilla extract from your desk along with a small tin of cardamom salve. You hesitate before popping the lid off and lifting it to your nose. You grin to yourself while you quickly screw the lid back on and put both the items in your pack before you head down to R&R’s.

Despite several inconsistencies that your brain came up with during that dream, one thing was correct. Viktor smelled like cardamom and you had a hunch as to why.

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A/N: There's a whole lotta chapters on my pinned post if you're into this here fic

[alannah-corvaine]

Cat stuff below~

So, there’s a momma cat and her two kittens that have lived in the area between my and my immediate neighbors’ houses. Momcat’s only about a year and a half old maybe, the kittens I think are somewhere around six months. 

I have spent months trying to build trust with these cats. Momma kitty is very friendly with me by now and follows me around and lets me pet her. The kittens are still pretty skittish and won’t let me touch them. I can get within about 5ft and then they dash away. At least for a minute or two before tiptoeing back until I get too close again. 

I’ve been stressing for months about winter weather and the cold when it comes to these kitties. The temperatures here have been dropping down in to the 30s and 20s (Fahrenheit) at night for the last month, and as soon as I saw the weather forecast for this week my stomach just dropped: single digit temperatures and the probably of snow. 

I’ve been in a frenzy for the last week trying to figure out how I could catch these cats and bring them inside. Last year I put out a cat shelter, but they don’t like it and never use it. Getting momma inside wouldn’t be a problem. She doesn’t particularly like being picked up, but she’ll tolerate it for a few seconds, long enough to get her into a carrier. The kittens (one of whom is scared of everything and rarely goes more than a few feet from the hole in the foundation of my neighbor’s house and runs away if a leaf so much as crunches) would have none of it. 

But I was determined. Yesterday I went to the local Tractor Supply and bought a live trap. I bought supplies for when I’d inevitably get them inside (litter box, litter, beds, food stuff). Three days to get them inside before the weather gets really gross. 

Tonight I succeeded in getting them all inside. 

One kitten I lured into my screened in porch with food, the other I caught with the trap. I had gotten the first kitten and momma inside and settled in my bathroom, but I kept going back outside because the anxiety of leaving the other kitten alone in the cold was sitting extremely unwell with me. I really did not think I’d see her tonight, let alone catch her. But lo and behold, one sweep of my phone’s flashlight illuminated the glow of her eyes in the dark, sitting in her favorite spot. I immediately ran for a can of salmon patte and the trap, it took less than five minutes for her to walk into it. 

I can’t even express the relief of having them all together and in out of the cold. It’s an enormous weight lifted off my chest, the worry has been eating away at me for months and contributing to my mental exhaustion. The adrenaline hasn’t faded yet, I keep walking in circles because I don’t know what to do with myself. But I’m just so relieved. 

I’ll get them all to the vet soon, in the meantime they’ll be quarantined in the bathroom away from my other cats. This is a terrible financial decision on my part, but I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t do it anyway. My parents think I’m batshit insane for taking in more cats and mom’s like “Well, if that’s what you have to do, I”ll love you anyway” like I started drugs or some shit. Hilarious. 

[paganpoetrywrittendown]

Agnetha's legacy (aka Attack Of The Swedes)

At some point, I will have to write about ABBA. They were the first band i ever got into...i was like 10 or 11. Back then, the fact that they were Swedish was a novelty. Now, being Swedish is no big deal...there's is a virtual Scandinavian invasion afoot. So Attack Of The Swedes, here we go

With Every Heartbeat-Robyn You might remember Robyn from a few years back. She was this short Swedish chick with a Pink-esque look and had some minor hits (i think they both hit the Top 40) with Show Me Love and Do You Know What It Takes. Catchy tunes, yes...but kinda blended into the pop/r&b landscape (although i actually liked the former). And then she disappeared.

Well lo and behold, she's back. Now older, Robyn left the major labels and puts out her own music, using the web and MySpace to promote her music. She was linked up with Max Martin (future Britney Spears svengali) and was irritated that she lost control of her music. So she bailed. Kinda cool. I read about her on another blog...she had a song out last year (although the album is just out in the UK) called Be Mine. Insanely catchy, it should have been an enormous hit. Over skittering beats and massive strings, it's all angst and girlish tears (it opens with the fabulous line "it's a good thing tears never show in the pouring rain"...basically she sees her ex-boyfriend with another girl. It all features a fantastic spoken word interlude about the scarf that she gave him and the new girl. Honestly, shoulda been huge. Maybe still will...who knows.

Two other songs worth nothing hit the web. Robotboy (also great pop) and Konichiwa Bitches, which is about 2 minutes long in its original version and featuring a much lauded Trentemoller mix. Both good....

but this....simply gorgeous. Again, it's pop. But its brilliant. It's on the cd as well as being out on a single where its credited to Kleerup featuring Robyn. In any event, she opens the song singing about how she and her love should keep working

maybe we can make it alright we could better sometime maybe we can make it happen baby we could keep trying....

and then, in a moment that i can only call a "Joy Division" moment (i know sacrilege) the song literally sounds like it is lifting up...she sings...."but things will never change, so i don't look back, still i am dyin' with every step i take." And then the beat comes in. And thats it...she just walks away while the song goes on to talk about why the relationship will never ever work and how it hurts "with every heartbeat." Its a beautiful sad song. It reminds me of If You Leave by OMD, I am sure because of the subject matter and the phrase "If you leave, don't look back." Maybe its the companion piece or its her answer. But it has that same feel...surely one of the more beautiful melancholy Number 1's of the 80's. Please seek out this song...its wonderful and charming and cool.

Anyways, you can check it out on www.juno.co.uk or on www.beatport.com or on her website,http://www.robyn.com/index.html and you can check out some of the other songs i mentioned on her myspace site, http://www.myspace.com/robynmyspace

Lose You-Linda Sundblad

Another Swede and another MySpace denizen (http://myspace.com/lindasundblad), where i ran into her. This is a song that you could easily imagine hearing on the radio. It definitely sounds a bit like some of the better selections from Sheryl Crow...it has that casual rock-chick feel. Also, its very summer. Honestly, it reminds me a bit of the 70's...very Fleetwood Mac...i don't know, the chords or the organ sound.

Keeping with the blonde, gorgeous yet dark & melancholic Swedish vein, the song starts out all casual about meeting a boy

Pounding heart on a Saturday night sneaking peeks down my velvet skirt cutie talk not to witty or bright but your beauty was the kind that could hurt l could tell from the look in your eyes l was trigging your insanity l just knew l could see it that...

and then the song goes from a pensive meeting to a much darker and twisted place

...i would lose you, i would lose you from the start

Very Bergman, if you ask me.

Sit Down-Flunk

Ok. Not Swedish. Nobody knows this band. I think like 4 people outside of Norway (1 is me, 1 is Carlos). It's a shame. At the risk of labeling them with an adjective often considered bad, they are often lumped into the chillout genre. I consider them soul music, really.

This is their new single. It's beautiful, pensive, kinda sad sounding. Very late night. Very glass of red wine...you can check it out here....http://flunkmusic.com/personale/

but what i really want to write about is this song

On My Balcony-Flunk 3 minutes and 10 seconds of sexy sexy sexy. Has a vague hip-hop beat and a funky guitar. And that's kinda it, save the languid vocals of Anya Oyen Vister. Anya has a very Scandinavian voice...its hard to explain, but she has that chilly/warm combo that you hear in many artists from that area.

Like i said, the song is very sensual...i'd even say erotic, although not explicit in any sense.

Here comes summer Beaming in through my bedroom window There´s a song on the radio You used to hum back then Here comes summer Still feels fresh as morning air Today I'll just stay here And do, well, whatever I´ll do whatever Please, make summer last forever All I wanna do Is sit here on my balcony And think about you and me And how happy we could be

And thats kinda it. From my perspective, the song is kinda ambiguous. You don't really know if they will be happy, i guess. However, its hopefully, not only in the tone, but i get this image of her on her balcony in the early morning, maybe her lover is still sleeping. Its early, both literally and in the relationship, and she's hopeful that it will always stay just like this. Summer as a metaphor for the beginning part of every relationship, before things get tough (and sometimes end...Linda Sundblad knows its gonna end right from the start)

Find the album Morning Star....you can hear it there. Sexy sexy sexy, i swear.