#said very light heartedly I swear

[daveyfvckingjacobs]

throwing drawings at a wall desperately hoping they’ll stick even tho no one gaf

[capricornlevi]

"stop shoving," levi hisses, tugging the sheets very pointedly out of your grasp. you scoff, shuffling closer to the centre of the bed that's been duly marked with a border of pillows. "or you're gonna be taking the couch, i swear -- takes me long enough to get to sleep without anything else ... interfering."

*interfering?" you mock his dramatic choice of words. "ah, because of course, i decided that the best way to spend my friday night would be to sabotage our apartment's plumbing system, flooding my room and wrecking my grandmother's crocheted quilt, all so i could get the chance to disrupt your sleep cycle?"

you can't see him since your back is facing his but you can practically hear him roll his eyes. "not saying you could control the pipe bursting, obviously, but you can control yourself from shoving the pillows over to my side."

"and doesn't that prove my point about the pillows being fucking stupid?" you quip, rolling from your side to instead lay flat on your back, staring at the ceiling of Levi's room. the dark blue walls stare right back at you.

a beat passes where you think levi might be genuinely annoyed, and you hope he isn't; as stubborn as he can be, he is technically doing you a massive favour by letting you stay.

and it can't have been an easy decision, given how you both decided not to -

"so what's the proper protocol for platonically sleeping in your roommate's bed, then?" he huffs. "there's not exactly a guide for this shit, y'know."

from your peripheral vision you see him mimic your movement from before, switching from his previous spot staring at the door to take up a supine position, grabbing one of the pillows that's nestled between you and using it to prop his head up.

now you can see, to a certain extent, how the low light from his desk lamp throws shadows on his sharp yet delicate features, the glint of his grey eyes as he tries to pretend he's not glancing at you too.

"platonic," you say quietly, and because it's not a question, he doesn't answer.

you see levi adjust his shoulders, fixing the pillow so it's more comfortable, though you could have sworn he wasn't this close to you a few moments before.

well. let's see if your hunch is right.

"it's not like we haven't been in ... y'know ... similar situations," you murmur then, committing to finally addressing the elephant in the room.

levi's breath hitches in his throat so quickly you'd swear you imagined it, but you know him too well by now. you know his tells.

he's looking directly at you now, neck angled so he can meet your gaze. the hostility has melted away, replaced by something far more vulnerable.

"we said we wouldn't do it again. the whole roommate situation -" he begins half-heartedly, sounding as though he's already given up. "it's messy."

"we did say that," you muse quietly.

"we did," he repeats.

"came to a mutual decision."

he mumbles in agreement. "saves things from getting awkward."

another beat passes, heavier this time.

"levi?"

"yeah?"

"can we get rid of these pillows now?"

one last moment of hesitation.

"fucking finally."

[thedevilrisen]

Prompt Poll - Two

Quinn Hughes x Y/N

Prompt: "When you said you were sick I thought you meant a cold, not the freaking plague."

Description: Y/N got sick, Quinn wasn't expecting it to be this bad.

A/N: I hope you enjoy! Would be greatly appreciated if you could reblog. I love talking to people so say 'Hi' if you want to. Feel Free to send in requests as well. I'm happy to write for most hockey players.

Warnings: Sickness, swearing and thats proabably it! Please tell me if anything else should be added.

-Sincerely thedevilrisen.

-:-

Groaning and half-heartedly, blindly grappling in the general direction of the repeated vibrations of your phone against the wood side table, roused unceremoniously from your self-accredited worlds worst sleep. When you finally came in contact and stupidly turned the offending device straight into your face, hissing as the bright light kissed your sleep and sickness rumpled features, you vaguely registered a text from your boyfriend Quinn.

Hey Honey, how's the cold coming along?

Getting worse to be completely honest with you.

Aw no! Lucky I'll be home in a few hours to take care of you! We are just about to board the plane so I thought best to touch base. x

Thank you Quinny, have a safe flight. :) Read 9:58pm

Quinn POV:

Sneaking in quietly I made sure to gently close the door and be careful not to kick my shoes off into the wall as to make as little noise as possible.

My attempts were in vain however as I heard a very aggressive and horse-sounding coughing fit coming from the bedroom. Walking along the hallway and noticing the soft light bedside lamp flowing out of the room from under the door.

I opened the door to be met with what should be considered a biological war hazard. There was a ungodly mound of tissues on what was normally Quinn's side of the bed, a few soup bowls and coffee mugs stacked precariously on the side tables and a snuffling, moving lump with messy brown hair splayed in a way that would make Cousin It jealous.

"Quinn?" you rasped out.

"Jesus. When you said you were sick I thought you meant a cold, not the freaking plague!"

"I did sa-" you started to mumble but were cut off by a small coughing fit. "I did say before you boarded the plane that I was pretty sure it was getting worse."

"No shit!" the young man laughed scruffing a hand down his face.

"he-" you sneezed "hey, enough of the sass mister, im sick. take care of me."

"Nooo, your all yicky!" he playfully groaned

"But you promised!" you pouted and flopped back down into your warm fuzzy bed.

"I did, my love." he walked around your side of the bed and crouched to your height. "And I always keep my promises."

Kissing your head he walked into the ensuite and flicked on the light. He had ruffled through the mirror cabinets and pulled out the eucalyptus scent drops. Intent on putting some in the little over hot bath he was drawing for you.

When there was enough water in the tub he moved back into the bedroom to rouse you and bring you to the warm and hopefully somewhat rejuvenating bath.

"Honey, can you come hop in the tub?" he asked gently, rubbing your shoulders through his sleep warmed shirt you had obviously stolen earlier.

"mm-comfy." you whined grabbing onto your pillow and burrowing into it.

"Come on honey, it will make you feel better." he pleaded.

"No. Bed." you stated petulantly, to which Quinn sighed and reached in under the warm covers and dragged you protesting form into his arms.

Once he had wrangled you out of bed and into his grasp he soothed your aggressive mumbling and walked into the bathroom being careful not to bang your ankles on the door frame.

Placing you down on your feet he helped you strip out of your clothes and settle down into the warm tub. The sigh of relief you let out after you settled into the tub was worth having to drag you out of the bed for.

Placing a fleeting kiss on your forehead and a stern order not to fall asleep and drown he wandered out of the room leaving the door ajar so he could hear you if you called. Intent on making some tomato soup for you he pulled a saucepan out of the cupboard, found the can he required and and pulled a can opener out of the drawers. Cracking open the can and pouring the viscose red liquid into the heated saucepan, he stirred it and left it to simmer.

-

"How are you going honey?" he asked as he walked back into the bathroom.

"Mm, the eucalyptus helps with the headache." you mumbled, "but i'm getting pruny.

Quinn let out a hearty chuckle as you raised your hand for him to see your wrinkled skin.

"You ready to get out then?" he proposed, still leaning on the door frame.

"Yeah, I think so," you replied, opening your eyes and blearily looking at him.

"Alrighty, I'll get you some clothes." he smiled and wandered out of the room.

Unbeknownst to you he had cleaned the bedroom up, picked up the tissues, bowls and cups, changed the bed linen, placed a bed tray with fresh water, tea and the soup next to where he had pulled back the fresh sheets and stacked the pillows so you could watch the TV which he had turned on for you.

So when you waddled out, swaddled in a giant soft fluffy towel you were nearly brought to tears.

"Quinny," you sniffled wetly.

"Yeah honey?" he questioned walking from the closet with a pair of his sweat pants and a T-Shirt for you. He was startled when you walked over and wrapped him and a hug.

"Thank you." you mumbled into his shirt.

Smiling he kissed your head and said, "Your very welcome."

"What do you want to watch?" he asked, handing you the clothes to change into.

"Hmmm? OH! Gilmore Girls." you said with an evil smile settling into the bed.

"Fine, only because your sick." he conceded settling next to you smiling to himself as you started slurping on your soup, completely enamoured with the show in front of you.

-:-

I'm sorry if its bad! I myself have been sick, swamped with school and family stuff! However it's out! Please enjoy and don't be afraid to come into my inbox to have a chat!

[zorobraun]

sexual tension with ghost that leads to sex (but he’s kinda toxic) part two

“bro, did you hear something last night?” soap asks to konig, but the whole breakfast table look at him with curious eyes. “something?” konig raises an eyebrow, and you think you’re starting to sweat. “yeah, like… sex. i swear to god i heard moans all night, and i’m pretty sure i wasn’t dreaming.” holy shit, you almost choke on your pineapple juice. you stay silent, though, not wanting to say a word because you’re a bad liar and it would look suspicious.

“it must’ve been ghost and a girl, he’s a whore, we all know that.” konig chuckles, making soap agree with a laugh. my god, this is so nice; waking up to people saying that the man you casually had sex with, fucked half of the world. “did you hear it too, y/n?” soap looks at you innocently. he probably just wants to make sure you’re not being left out. “uh, not really. i think i was too tired to hear anything.” you smile half heartedly, soap raises an eyebrow.

“you literally share a fucking wall with him, your room is glued to his. shit, you really was tired, huh?” he laughs and you agree, chuckling. you stop smiling when you notice that everybody’s posture has changed. and then, you feel his presence behind you. “good morning, idiots.” ghost suddenly breaks the silence. “i need to talk to you for a second. about something. in my room.” he continues and you pray to god that he’s talking to someone else, so you stay still, staring at the window in front of you. however, no one says a word, and they’re all looking at you, waiting for some kind of reaction.

“w-what?” you chuckle anxiously, turning your body to face him. “i mean, of course.” you swallow hard, forcing a smile. at this point, they probably know that you were the bitch moaning all night. “after you.” he gestures with his hand and you nod, now walking to his room. truth is, he’s not a gentleman, he just loves your ass so much that he can’t help but admire the sight of it in these tight pants of yours. “go ahead.” he encourages you when you stop in front of his door. you nod again, entering his room.

ghost locks the door and suddenly you’re even more anxious. “please, don’t ever say that again in public.” you sigh, sitting on his comfortable chair. “i’ll say whatever i want whenever i want.” he lights up a cigarette and you roll your eyes. ghost sits on the edge of his bed, manspreading like the insufferable man he is, while he smokes his cigarette peacefully. you stare at him and you’ve just realized that he has his mask and balaclava off. fuck you, you’ll never get used to his pretty face.

“what do you want?” you ask, crossing your legs for some reason. he’s undressing you with his eyes and it makes you cheeks flush. “isn’t it obvious?” he has a very serious tone in his voice, but you know him, he’s just fucking around with you. he loves to make you feel dumb. “my body?” you joke, chuckling. “that’s funny.” he answers with no emotion at all, although he’s smirking.

“i need you…” ghost starts, but he looks very unsure about it. you frown, waiting for him to continue his sentence, but he never does. “you need me…?” you encourage him. “i need you to be in charge for a while.” he finally says, but at this point you don’t even know if he’s talking about sex or other stuff. “what do you mean?” you’re very confused as he puts the cigarette away. he’s chuckling because he knows that you’re so fucking dirty minded.

“i need you to be in charge of things here while i’m away. i’ll be gone for five days or something.” ghost explains and your heart drops for a moment. maybe because he’s the only one here that feels like home to you. a wrecked one, but still. “why me, though?” you swallow hard, not liking the idea. “because i said so.” he simply says.

“so… when you’re leaving?” you stand up, he does the same. you stare at each other for a moment. “in a few minutes.” oh. okay. you try to hide your disappointment as you smile half heartedly. “good. okay, then. i’ll try to take care of everything.” you’re terrified but he nods. “thanks.” he says, nonchalant. you know ghost hates to be vulnerable, but this time, you actually feel some kind of sincerity behind his words.

he’s looking at you as if he’s meaning to tell you something that he doesn’t feel comfortable enough to. so you wait for him, you wait for his time. as if the universe is against you, ghost comes closer to you. you hold your breath as he takes a deep one. he places a kiss on your shoulder, making you already lose your senses. “my bed will miss us.” he says in a low tone, almost a soft one, but you know better. he could miss the sex, but not you as a person. his smirk makes you want to punch him and kiss him at the same time.

“the team sure won’t.” you both chuckle. ghost starts kissing your neck and you’re not you anymore. “why’d you say it like that?” you can feel his smile against your skin. “because they heard us.” you answer as if it was obvious, making him stop kissing your neck to look at you. “us?” he raises an eyebrow, holding back a laugh. fucking asshole. “i told you to stop being so fucking loud, you just didn’t care. now face the consequences.” before you could answer, ghost grabs your neck and you immediately give up.

it feels like a breath of fresh air when he kisses you. it’s like you waited your whole life to feel his lips crash against yours again. the way he does it so impatiently but so slowly will always catch you off guard. his eager tongue exploring your mouth makes your heart miss a beat. your bottom lip between his teeth is something that you could get used to, just like the sounds that escape his mouth every now and then when he’s on the verge to fuck you.

“y/n…” he’s out of breath against your lips, forehead pressed against yours. “bend over.” you widen your eyes. his voice is pure lust, his hands wandering all over your body. you’re in front of the desk already, his torso pressing against your back. you can’t deny him, even under the risk of being heard again. so you nod as he unbuckles his belt while kissing your spine.

(…)

seven days later, ghost came back. at first, you were curious about his delay, but then you remembered that you were nothing but a casual fuck to him. therefore, you didn’t really have the right to ask him about his personal life, such as his job. you’re pulled out of your thoughts when you finally hear his voice echoing through the corridor, making you frown in your bed, since it’s four in the morning and you were trying to get some sleep.

“for fuck’s sake, johnny. i’ll take the bullet off myself, go to sleep.” you hear him complaining and you’re preoccupied. well, you hate the fact that you’re your lieutenant’s neighbor. when soap walks away, you open the door, catching ghost off guard. he’s shirtless but his arm is bleeding, so you try to ignore his big and toned torso. you swallow hard when you see the blood dripping down on the ground.

“what the hell, ghost.” you mumble in a certain despair, opening his door as a way to try to help him. he’s looking at you like he missed your face, but he rather die than do vulnerable stuff that implies commitment, so he physically can’t handle your company right now. “i’ll take it from here.” ghost says, pushing you away from his door gently. “let me help you.” you say, touching his shoulder.

“i’ll talk to you later, okay? please.” he sounds in a rush, almost as if he’s afraid of you, as if he has to run away from you as soon as possible, making you nod defeatedly. ghost was going to kiss your forehead but then he remembered that you’re nothing but his casual fuck, so he settled for a kiss on your cheek before closing the door at your face.

(…)

he didn’t talk to you later that day, nor the next one. but he would obviously knock at your door at three in the morning when he can’t cum with his hand and need you to do the job. you almost throw up when you realize that this is so lieutenant ghost. “fuck off!” your scream echoes through the door, making him shush you immediately. you roll your eyes as you stop getting ready to sleep to open the goddamn door. unfortunately for you, ghost is wearing those stupid grey sweatpants and a white tight tee.

“are you trying to wake the whole base up?” he’s visibly mad but you don’t give a fuck. “yeah, got any problems with that?” you mock, holding the fuck out of the door, just in case he decides to come in without your permission. “my only problem right now is your behavior. what’s up with that?” ghost sighs impatiently as he grabs your arm and pushes the both of you inside. slick son of a bitch.

“and why the fuck are you half naked? it’s freezing cold.” he notices that you’re wearing nothing but your pink lingerie. it makes him hard, really. “because i just got out of the shower. i was getting ready to bed when you decided to piss me off.” you sigh, staring at him with crossed arms. ghost stares back at you, placing a hand on his heart for a few seconds just because. “uh huh, so…” oh my god, he literally couldn’t care less. he starts walking slowly towards you, hands on his waist.

ghost licks his lips, taking a deep breath. “i’m sorry about that night, i should’ve been more grateful. you took care of everything while i was gone, thank you.” his breathing is erratic, he must really hate apologizing. you like it, though — the way he’s struggling. his ego is huge, even for a big man like him. “it’s fine, ghost.” you answer in a tired tone. “thanks for being intentional this time.” you smile half heartedly as he nods. ghost swallows hard. being so close to you while you look this good should be a crime, specially when you’re not willing to give in.

“how’s your arm, by the way?” you break the silence, placing your hand on his massive arm gently. “feels like a brand new one.” he lies, grabbing your hand away from it, but he doesn’t let go of your touch. “it seems that it still hurts and it’s not healed yet.” you point out, raising an eyebrow at him. he literally has a bandage around his biceps. “does it matter?” ghost chuckles, just enjoying the feeling of your fingers intertwined with his. “it matters to me.” you simply say, looking into his lost eyes. “it shouldn’t.” before you could answer, he kisses you unexpectedly. it’s not desperate, it’s slow and sensual.

you know this is your lieutenant’s way of running away from feelings. because to him, feelings are temporary. “i’ve missed your body so much.” he mumbles against your lips as you try to ignore the word body. “i’d fuck my fist every night, thinking it was your mouth instead.” ghost announces and for some reason you don’t get mad, you get wet. “did you touch yourself in this pink set while i was gone?” he breathes next to your ear and you shiver when you feel his tongue on your neck, alongside with the cold wall hitting your back.

“careful with that answer, say yes and i’ll break you off.” he emphasizes, you can feel his smirk against your skin. he licks and sucks and you don’t have any choice but to close your eyes in pleasure. “no, never.” you lie in a low whimper. embarassing. “fucking liar.” ghost chuckles dryly, making you wetter than before. “i bet your fingers can’t even hit your spot, not after i’ve been inside you.” he leaves your neck to look into your eyes. “y-you’re right.” you say, already breathless.

“yeah?” he sounds so mean as he pulls you impossibly closer to his body so he can kiss you painfully slow again. “the thought of us fucking so good for the first time must’ve been useful for you.” ghost takes your bra off and you take his shirt off very carefully to not hurt his arm. “what was that about?” he laughs, mocking at your concern. “i’m worried, okay? leave me alone.” you roll your eyes as he holds back another laugh.

“should i fuck you against the wall to show how strong my arms are?” he jokes in a very serious way. “you can fuck me wherever, as long as you make me feel good.” you joke back, placing your hands on his chest. “so self centered.” he starts kissing your collarbone until his lips meet your nipples. you moan lowly with his ministrations. “let me suck you off to show how much i care for you as well.” you whisper as you push him away.

“you better not cum while doing it.” he looks at you, grabbing your neck as a reminder. the fact that you came just by sucking him the last time the two of you had sex is insane, you’re still ashamed by that. “it’s just that… you look so good in my mouth.” you admit it out loud and ghost loses it. “you’re so honest when you’re horny, baby. i’ll get you a sore throat as a reward, how’s that sound?” you hate that you don’t hate his sense of humour at all.

you kneel. he spreads his pre cum on your soft lips. you open your mouth. he grabs your jaw and you stick your tongue out. he spits in it and tell you to fucking swallow because your throat must be so dry due to how excited you are to suck him off. after that, you just do things automatically. you’re so in your head, picturing him and the challenge of making him feel good, that you don’t really care about anything else. it’s like your mind goes blank of how much you’re his to use. and you’re okay with that.

you’re so okay that you choke on his cock just because, you let his hand guide your head just because, you let him hit the back of your throat multiple times again just because. you keep going because he said so and you know he’s so fucking close due to how rough he’s being with you. how out of breath he sounds. how his groans break into low moans. how he’s throbbing so deliciously. “i’m gonna cum and you’re not gonna swallow.” you almost cry at his announcement, since you swallowed it before and it’s surprisingly sweet. his healthy diet and his addiction to fruits is no joke.

so you swallow it anyway. ghost smirks then slaps your face. at this point, you’re so turned on that you liked the sting. “greedy fucking slut.” you stand up, finally. he kisses you passionately. his taste on your tongue isn’t bad, but he prefers yours. it’s a shame he can’t eat you out this time or else he’ll cum just by doing it. “take your panties off, ‘gonna fuck you now.” you nod, lost in his demanding panting voice. “here, though? your arm…” you protest, now fully naked.

“my arm is fine.” he sounds done with you. “you’re giving yourself too much credit, have you ever looked in the mirror? you’re tiny.” he mocks your body proportions while holding back a smile. well, he’s right. you’re very small compared to him, but aren’t everyone? he’s big. in all ways.

“that’s on you, you’re huge.” you smirk as you look down on him. you finally give in, too needy to wait any longer, it feels like you’ve been edged in this room for hours. “and you take it everytime.” ghost breathes with a proud smile, more proud of himself than of you. his tip teases your entrance and you swallow hard, excitement consuming you. “breathe, angel. does my cock make you this eager? i knew you wouldn’t want anyone else after you had me.” he slides in just a little and you hold back a moan.

“why are you still talking?” you breathe, inches away from his lips. his eyes never leave yours and you’re fighting the urge to cry from how much you want him. “i like to see you on the edge.” ghost finally grabs your thighs so you can wrap them around his waist. “maybe if you beg a little more, i can give it to you.” he kisses your temple, enjoying the way you’re struggling to stay still. “jesus fucking christ, just f…” his unexpected hard thrust cuts you off, making you moan out loud. ghost laughs, kissing your neck.

he gives your nipples attention and it only drives you closer to your orgasm. “mmm, i don’t even have to try, i can just slide in.” you hate his mocking tone, so you tell him to go harder because you’re not even feeling it. “that’s crazy, i can literally feel your cervix.” he chuckles and it makes you mad that his out of breath laugh is such a turn on for you. truth is, you can feel him in your cervix too. “you can’t make me mad with your bullshit, baby. not when i can feel you dripping down on me like this. you never fail to amaze me, fuck.” he groans as he goes faster.

you’re so lost in the feeling of his cock hitting all of your right spots that you can’t even say a word to him. you’re just a sweaty moaning mess at this point. ghost feels your warm walls clench around him as you grab his biceps in a tight grip, not even realizing that your fingers are hurting his unhealead wound. he whimpers lowly, more in pain than in pleasure. but you’re so close that you don’t even realize it, so your orgasm hits you like a giant wave.

“i-i’m sorry.” you don’t really know what you’re apologizing for, but it doesn’t matter, because he keeps fucking you to chase his own high and your mind goes blank. “w-wait! fuck, slow down.” you cry out, too overstimulated to keep going. “you can do it, make me proud.” he mumbles out of breath, talking you through it, but his grip on the back of your thighs isn’t firm anymore and you’re starting to suspect that ghost’s sore arm is aching due to the effort he wasn’t supposed to be doing yet.

“do you want another one? i’ll give it to you.” ghost kisses you messily, not quite thinking straight. “i-i can’t, i can’t.” you say almost in a desperate tone. “but you will.” he whispers against your lips, now leaving you empty to walk to your bed. he lays you down and you widen your eyes when you see his previously white bandage covered in blood. “you’re bleeding.” you sound concerned as you touch him carefully, but ghost is almost exploding due to how bad he wants to fucking cum, so he couldn’t care less about his arm.

“no shit.” he mocks, tilting his head. ghost sighs, you look so beautiful like this, under him, cheeks flushed, too fucked out. he kisses you gently. “get on all fours before i lose my fucking mind.” you do as you’re told until you’re cumming again for the third time this night. your legs are giving up, but the hands that pull your hair in a ponytail and rub your clit while taking you from behind would never let you fall. “c’mon, sweetheart, fuck me back.” he sounds defeated, but you know he’s close. ghost is being so rough now that your eyes are filled with tears. his groans keep you going, though.

you moan a little too loud when he hits your secret spot for the thousandth time. he grabs your neck, lips ghosting around your ear. “shhh…” ghost places a kiss on your shoulder and you mumble a strangled “sorry.” he throbs inside you and for a moment of consciousness you’re afraid of getting pregnant. you both know that you got an IUD, but still. the two of you have been fucking around too much to not be scared of accidentally having a baby.

as if he’s reading your mind… he pulls out. you feel his warm ropes running down your back as you feel another orgasm consuming your whole body. as you both settle down, you lay back in your bed, too tired to care about his cum on your skin. he does the same, laying beside you. “goddamn, you fucked me up.” he breaks the silence, his breathing becoming more normal now, even though his arm’s still aching.

“oh, shouldn’t i be the one saying that?” you both chuckle, staring at the roof. “you fucked me so good that i almost said i love you, though.” you add, joking, but not really. ghost immediately looks at you, as if you said a prohibited word. he holds back a smirk. “you think you’re funny, huh?” you look at him with a smile that makes him weak, and he hates it.

ghost’s hand is on your waist as he sighs tiredly. “i should go, my arm’s about to fall out. thanks, y/n.” he mocks, slapping your ass. he gives you a quick kiss that lasts long enough to make you head over heels for him before getting out of your bed. “i thought you were my big and strong lieutenant, what happened?” you mock back, making him shake his head with a smile.

“you happened.” ghost answers as if it was obvious. he’s putting his clothes back on and you just admire the heavenly sight. he takes a deep breath, opening the door. the man is clearly falling apart and you almost feel bad for him. he looks at you. “night, dumbass.” ghost winks playfully, leaving you alone.

[lohotine]

nice story but can you make dark cacao vs affogato x male affogato's priest reader but in original universe like reader meet affogato again outside kingdom during mission

also add against and injured ( not too much )

AN: So, I kinda forgot a lot of the crk kingdom lore, but I think I got this! Been procrastinating on this one, sorry. In Affogato's wiki, it says that after his banishment, he practiced magic and stuff, so I mentioned that in the story. Um, and I tried to find out where he went after the banishment, but I couldn't find anything so I'm just assuming he's just in a small camp or set. Idk man. If things aren't right in this, please just lmk and I can make some edits or maybe just another story. I SWEAR IM TRYING. Also I'm calling reader the prince since him and Dark Cacao are dating

Dark Cacao vs Affogato x Male! Affogato Priest's Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: Mild Injury, not proof read

-Unpleasant-

A radiant, pure, and glistening snow. It covered the ground, and trees... everything. A beautiful sight to behold, and luckily for you, you were experiencing the light snowfall firsthand!

You were recently sent out on a mission to survey a certain area in the woods. Nothing too difficult. In fact, it was very simple. Survey, collect data, and then return to the kingdom, and with the light snowfall, it should have been that hard.

Well, the snow used to be light. You don't know what caused such a sudden change, but it was now practically a blizzard. If you didn't retreat to somewhere more warm, you were going to freeze to death!

The only problem is... where would you go? Everything was all forest as far as the eyes could see.

"Feeling cold doll? Looks like you could use some help.." said a voice. You couldn't see who it was through all of the snow, but... you couldn't shake the feeling that you knew them.

"Oh, yeah! Is there anywhere we can go get out of the blizzard..?"

You could hear a subtle chuckle.

"Of course there is." A bright light would flash and you were now in a completely different area.

A nice, warm, and cozy cabin. A fireplace was lit in the corner, but.... you could also now see them.

"Affogato Cookie?" You'd shout in bewilderment as you took a step back.

"Yes. Did you miss me~?" He'd take a step closer to you and take hold of your chin, forcing you to look at him.

Immediately, you swatted away his hand and sent him a glare.

"Do not touch me," you would hiss.

"Ahaha, you've still got that vicious personality, I see! But... this is no way to treat the person who has just saved your life, is it?"

He stared at you with those cold and uncaring eyes, still weilding that sly smile he always had all those months ago.

"Fine then. Thank you for saving me," you would say half-heartedly. You were grateful, just a bit on edge since it was Affogato who had saved you.

"So doll, how have you been? Is the king doing well?" He would ask. You only nod your head.

"How... unpleasant."

Affogato would swirl around his staff, and a pain would shoot through your body.

You knew exactly what this was. It was the poison he would use on his enemies... but he's improved.

"Ah, I've missed you're charming little expressions! This is why you've always been my favorite little doll~" He would pinch your cheeks while giving you that taunting smile.

"It hurts, doesn't it? I can make it stop," said Affogato Cookie.

"Then stop it," you would say with a glare.

"Of course! Under one condition though. You have to bring me to meet Dark Cacao Cookie. This is something you can do... yes?"

Oh. He was planning something for sure, but... all you could think about was the venom running through your blood.

"Fine! Just cut it out already."

He'd flick his staff once more, and the pain would lessen. Of course, poison cannot be cured so easily.

"The burning sensation will only last for a little while. Anyway, I'm glad we could come to an agreement! Now then, shall we head there now?"

That scowl never left your face, but you would nod your head all the same. It's not like you could take Affogato in a fight anyway.

《☆》

As Affogato and you walked into the gates of the kingdom, some guards would immediately ready their weapons.

"Prince, what is that traitor doing with you?!" They would ask in a panic.

You took a look at Affogato, who had never looked so calm and collected before.

"Stand down. I'm bringing him to the king," You'd order. Afgogato would chuckle before giving a viscious side eye towards the guards.

They looked shocked, but ultimately followed your lead since going against you was like going against the king himself.

"Yes sir." They said with a bow.

You started walking towards the castle, getting scared looks from the normal citizens.

The dizziness from before has also yet to fade.

"This kingdom looks the same as last time.. though, you are looking as darling as ever," Affogato would say with a grin.

"I don't want to hear it from you."

Affogato only hums, not bothering to push much farther.

It did not take long before you had reached the king's chambers.

Dark Cacao noticed Affogago instantly.

"What is he doing here?" Dark Cacao would ask with a booming voice. His blade was already at the ready.

"Ah ah ah, I wouldn't be so hasty to attack. You're little lover here might get hurt,"

Affogato would snicker before waving his staff, and that dark bubble would come back to consume you.

"You-" Dark Cacao would grit his teeth while glaring daggers into Affogato.

"Hand over the kingdom, and I'll stop the curse on him."

Dark Cacao's eyes darkened, and in an instant, he'd dash over to Affogato and strike him.

The blade would barely graze Affogato's shoulder, but it still drew blood. In a panic, Affogato would fall to the ground and start backing away.

"Ah, this isn't how the plan was supposed to turn out-"

Dark Cacao pointed the Swords edge at his neck.

"Stop the spell and leave. Next time you come here, I won't hesitate to take your life," said Dark Cacao.

He laughed nervously before swiftly undoing the curse. He flicked the staff once more again and teleported to who knows where.

Dark Cacao rushed to your side quickly.

"Are you alright?" He'd ask, holding you up.

"Yeah..." you began to cough a bit before looking at him with weary eyes.

"Here, let's get you some rest..."

《☆》 Fin

[fallingforunrealisticromance]

Dream Lord? - 11th doctor x reader

Summary: Based around the end of the 'Amys Choice' Episode. S5 Ep7. A/N: One of my favourite episodes not only because we get to see how much Amy really cares for Rory but also theres something about the darker side of 11 that i love to see.

Warnings: mentions of sexual content, swearing

Word count: 2094

Requests

------------------------------------------------------------------------------My head pounded as I opened my eyes. Everything was a blur.

“Psychic pollen” the doctors voice cut through my ears as I rubbed my eyes allowing my vision to clear. “That’s what that was. Come on, up you get.” I felt a hand wrap itself round my arm, pulling me up. “You’re alright. Nothings broken.” He said, grinning at me. I rubbed my head, noticing the glowing specks in his hands.

“What are they?” Amy said, walking down the stairs with Rory behind her.

“As I was saying, psychic pollen. Originated from the Candle Meadow of the Karass Don Slava.” He explained.

“That’s a lot of words to process after everything.” I grumbled.

“Oh, you poor thing.” The doctor replied sarcastically.

“Rude.” I replied, smiling at him. He made is way over to the Tardis doors, blowing the pollen out into space.

“It must have been caught in the console, it heated up and put us all in some sort of psychic trance” He explained, coming to stand next to me resting against the console. I rested my head against him, still feeling tired even though by the sounds of it I’d just had to deepest sleep of them all.

“So those specks, they were the dream lord?” Rory asked.

“What? Oh, no. no I thought it was obvious, the dream lord was me. The pollen pulls on the darkest part of you and gives it a voice.”

The three of us looked at him, unsure of how to respond. My heart sunk for him. All those things the dream lord had said about the doctor, they were all his own thoughts.

“But all those things he said, you don’t actually believe them do you?” Amy said light-heartedly.

The doctor didn’t respond, he just stared at her. Oh my god. He genuinely believed it. All of it.

“Now Amy, a question is about to occur to Rory and seeing as the answer will probably change his life, you should give him your full attention. Me and Y/n will get out of your hair for a moment. Come along, y/l/n” The doctor said, pushing Amy towards Rory and dragging me along behind him down one of the many corridors.

“how do you think that discussions gonna go” I asked light-heartedly.

“Well, I assume very well. And knowing them its probably going to be filled with lots of kissing afterwards. I honesty do not know how they do it for so long.” The doctor replied as we entered the library.

“Everyone loves a good make out session.” I said, flopping down on the sofa.

“Do they?” He asked, sitting beside me. I lifted my legs, resting them on his lap.

“Oh come on your telling me 907 years and you’ve never….dabbled.” I suggested.

The doctors face went red as he fidgeted with his bowtie. “Well, I mean…you know…I’ve been around.” I laughed at his reaction.

“Anyway, we aren’t talking about me. Now books, books are fun.” He leant forward and grabbed a book from the table in front of us. “Alice in wonderland, what a classic.”

“Oh one of my favourites.” I beamed. “Read it would you?” The doctor glanced at me.

“you want me to read to you?” He seemed rather surprised.

“If you wouldn’t mind.” He smiled at me as he opened the page. He began to read. Before long his voice faded, I could still hear him of course, but my mind was elsewhere – no longer focusing on the individual words.

“There’s no one in the world that hates me more than you do” The words from earlier swam around my mind. I always knew the doctor had a darker side to him than he let on, but I don’t think I realised quite how deep rooted his self-hatred was. And it hurt to know. I gazed at him, taking in his features. One of his hands rested on my legs occasionally raising to turn the page as the other held the book. His jaw flexed with every word. His eyes, darting over the words quicker than mine ever could. He was beautiful. In more ways than one. Not just physically, but his soul. Everything he does for others, the impact he has – and he can’t even see it himself. I was too lost in thought to notice the doctor had book the down.

“Everything okay over there y/L/n?” He asked, sounding slightly cautious. My eyes snapped to meet his. I loved it when he used my last name.

“I’m all good Doctor” I said, offering him a smile but he didn’t seem convinced.

“Is my reading boring you?” He joked.

“What? No, never. I was…thinking” I replied.

“Oh, that’s never a good thing to do” I chuckled at his comment, but he could tell it wasn’t sincere. “What’s bothering you?” He asked, resting both hands gently against my legs. I chewed my lip slightly, unsure of how to approach it. I didn’t want to upset him. But he needed to know. I took a deep breathe before answering.

“Those things, that the dream lord said. About you.” I said slowly. The doctors’ eyes flickered with an emotion I couldn’t quite place.

“That’s how you feel about yourself” I stated, looking at him for confirmation. He looked down before nodding slightly. I pulled my legs from his lap, moving so I was sat in front of him.

“I don’t know if anything I am about to say will help, but you need to know how wrong you are about yourself.” His brow furrowed as he looked at me again.

“You are more wonderful than you know. The care you hold in your heart for people is a beautiful thing doctor. You do a thousand things a day to save the universe and never ask for anything in return. Think about how many lives you have saved, how many civilizations are still growing, thriving because of you. The impact you have had on the people around you is magical thing. You make people want to be better. Not just for you, but for themselves. You show people a better way to live.” I was rambling at this point, but it was all true. I hoped he could feel the sincerity of my words.

He looked hurt but not necessarily in a bad way, almost as if he’d never been spoken to in such a civil manner before.

“But the people I lose, the people who die because of me.” He choked on his words slightly as his eyes began to water. I cupped his face in my hands.

“None of those are your fault doctor. Please believe me. Anyone who knows you will agree with me when I say you are not a bad person. You never want for these things to happen. And, with no disrespect, you are one man. One man trying to keep the universe from imploding. So I’d say you’re doing a pretty good job.” I said, smiling at him. He smiled back, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“I know you aren’t perfect. I know that you have done things you would regret.” I began, pulling my hands from him. He looked surprised as I continued.

“You believe there’s a darkness in you. And maybe there is. But the same can be said for me. Or Amy. Or anyone you’ve ever known. There are things I’ve done, people I’ve hurt that make me hate myself more than you know. And while I am not claiming to understand or even feel the way your darkness sits on your soul; I do know that just because it’s there doesn’t mean you are controlled by it.” I let my words hang in the air.

The doctor stared at me in a way he never had before. Almost as if he was seeing me for the first time.

“I just want you to know you aren’t alone in this. And you don’t always have to be so brave. Because the people who care for you will be here to get you through it. The people who love you – Amy, Rory, River – they will remind you of the light.” I smiled softly at him. He reached forward, threading his fingers through mine.

“And you?” He asked gently.

“I will be here until you order me away. It’s not so easy to walk away from the man you love, even if he is an alien.” I chuckled to myself before realising what I had said. Fuck. How did I let that slip out. My hand tensed in his as my eyes widened. My breathing quickened. I needed to say something. Anything. Nothing came to my mind.

“What did you say?” The doctor asked, sounding breathless. Shit fucking shit.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. Well I meant it as in that’s how I feel but you weren’t supposed to know.” I pulled my hand from his as I stood up and began pacing. “Just forget I said anything. I’m sorry. I know relationships aren’t really a thing for you. Fuck, I’m so embarrassing.” I ran my fingers through my hair, not noticing how close the doctor was stood behind me. I felt his large hands plant themselves just above my hips, turning me to face him.

“y/n?” He said quietly. I stared at him, my arms hanging awkwardly by my side. “Be quiet” And with that he leant in, softly placing his lips against mine.

It didn’t last long, but it was sweet. He pulled back scanning my expression for any sign of regret. I stared back at him. Before he could pull away any further, I grabbed his face bringing his lips back to meet mine. This was a lot more passionate as I leant against his chest, grasping at his shirt. The doctor wrapped one of his arms tightly around my waist, the other finding a home at the back of my head pushing me further into him.

Our lips melded together perfectly. I had always imagined kissing the doctor, but I never knew he would be such a pro. But then again, with nine hundred years of experience, should I have expected any less? His lips were effortlessly beautiful. He moved back until his legs hit the edge of the sofa, causing us to pull apart for a second. We were grinning at each other like children.

“Told you everyone enjoys a make out session.” I said cheekily, before pushing him onto the sofa and climbing on top of him. He laughed slightly before attaching his lips back to mine. I threaded my fingers through his hair pulling gently, causing a small groan to erupt from the doctor. My heart jumped at the sound. I could feel his hands gripping against my waist, holding onto me as if he was scared I would disappear.

We broke apart to catch our breath, but the doctor leant forward, kissing my neck. I held his head as I leant mine back allowing him more access as I breathed heavily.

“I love you too by the way.” The doctor breathed. I chuckled, only now clocking the fact he hadn’t said it before.

“Well that is good to know time lord.” I replied, pulling his head from neck.

“I’m so lucky to have found you.” He whispered, gazing into my eyes. I planted one last soft kiss against his lips.

“What the fuck” Amy’s voice came from the doorway. Our heads snapped round to see the ponds staring at us. Rory’s mouth hung open, unsure where to look. Amy had a glint of joy in her eyes, her arms folded across her chest.

“Hello” I said sheepishly.

“How long has this been going on for then?” Amy quizzed.

“I’d say about 5 minutes?” I replied, looking down at the doctor who looked rather flustered. His hair was a mess, his face flushed a soft shade of pink.

“Well. It’s about damn time.” Amy said clapping her hands together.

“What do you mean?” The doctor asked.

“Do you know how painful it’s been watching the two of you pine for each other all this time?” She replied laughing. The doctor and I swapped a look.

“Was it really that obvious?” I chuckled.

“YES” Amy yelled.

“To be honest it did seem to be like the only two who did know it was the pair of you.” Rory added.

“Well, I’d agree with Amy then, it’s about time.” The doctor commented, smiling up at me.

“I think so too.” I replied, kissing his lips once more.

[starrydaycare]

can we have some regressor Eclipse Headcannons OR CG eclipse headcannons pls??

🖥️🌑Caregiver!Eclipse Headcanons!

Here ya go!! (Note: this is V3/4 Eclipse specifically)

🌑Eclipse was definitely not built for taking care of children, not like Sun or Earth was. He was awkward around kids, though he did much better with younger ones. But then somehow, someway, he became a caregiver for an age regressor.

🖥️He'd grown a soft spot for caregiving, grown a soft spot for his regressor. Though he wouldn't admit it, especially around others (though if his kiddo gave him a teary look he'd tell them that he loves them). He never was one good at affection, especially through words, though he'll learn for his kid if they need that affection. If his kiddo starts crying, or is sad he'll sigh, acting annoyed and irritated but he'd hug them and hold them close <3

🌑He would spoil his kid rotten practically. Oh, they want a new stuffie? Bought it. A new bike? Allll theirs. A trip to Kmart? Hop in the car portal. His main way of giving affection is gift giving. For birthdays he'll stay up all night making his kid a homemade card, wrapping their gift perfectly.

🖥️With that all being said, he seems strict. Like his attitude is strict, he acts all annoyed and irritated and like "No, kid, you can't have that" and "Knock it off, I'm trying to work!" but the second the puppy dog eyes come out ohhhh yep. Say bye-bye to the strict act. Though he'll still act irritated, imagine this: "No, kid! Knock it off and let me work!" cue puppy dog eyes, maybe some fake tears threatening to fall. "... Fine, get on up here. Brat." And now he's holding them.

🌑While working he'll hold his kid on his lap, and if they show interest in what he's doing, he'll talk to them and show them it all. The kid doesn't always understand it, but he'll try his best to explain it to his regressor, even if they're regressed young enough to not fully understand.

🖥️His regressor is the most protected being to exist, I swear. Someone lays their hands on his kid? Yeahhh. Yikes. Not gonna end well for them, but regardless it'll end with Eclipse holding his kiddo in his arms, checking them for injuries and everything while half-heartedly scolding them "Dang it, Kid. You better not have gotten yourself hurt...!" He says lovingly.

🌑He prefers younger kids, like babies. He enjoys holding them, and how cuddly they get. He hates the mess most babies make while eating, but he doesn't mind the mess if it makes his regressor happy. He's also very much willing to help his kid potty train or use a diaper if they want to do so. Anything for his kiddo.

🖥️He'll carry them around while doing stuff, and that includes carrying his kid around the Pizzaplex! If his kiddo likes the lights and loud stuff of the Pizzaplex, then he'll take them there for fun. If they need their headphones to block sound, or anything else, he'll make sure they have it. Also, if anyone looks at him weird as he carries his kid around? They get glared at, a silent warning.

🌑He doesn't like leaving his kid at a babysitter or daycare, often times preferring to just carry them around and take care of them himself. But, if he haves to or his kid wants to go to a daycare or a babysitter, then he'll suck it up and leave them there. Though not for long, and he triple checks to make sure they have everything.

🖥️He leaves his kiddo at Superstar Daycare one day, Sun and Lunar looking at him in disbelief. He crouches down in front of his kid, making sure they have everything they need and want, before giving them a forehead kiss and telling them that he'll be back soon.

🌑Long story short, he's a pretty good CG! A bit snappy and irritable at times, but won't be outright mean to his regressor. Though if he does accidentally hurt their feelings, he'll be apologizing more times than one can count.

🌑🖥️⭐

[kurosstuff]

Misunderstanding

Rosie slithered through the backyard and into the house. She hummed some melodic tune, smiling to herself anticipating another session with her darling mate. She went through the staircase and as she almost knocked on door, it was already slightly opened.

She peeked in and oh, it wasn't what she expected st all.

You were standing on all fours, arching your back vigorously and panting quite heavily. Your face was flushed and you were sweating intensely, another loud huff coming out of your mouth. The clothing on you was some sort of big, tight-fitting undergarments.

Rosie blushed and unsure what to do, just stood there not able to take eyes off of you.

"Is this some sort of human ritual? Human-way of pleasuring?"

Another grunt from you snapped Rosie out of trans and she accidently made a loud creak and you immideatly snapped your head to the entrance,.

"Oh, it just you" - you said, out of breath.

"Hello dear" - Rosie gave a bit awkward wave.

You stood up, wiping away your sweat with towel and opened to her door completely.

"Thank you, sweety" - you smiled at her and gave a nod.

"Sorry for interruptin' your private time but I honestly thought our sessions pleasured you very well" - there wasn't any malice or mockery in her voice, only genuine curiosity.

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Don't be silly darling!" - Rosie let out a sweet giggle, - "I saw it very well~"

You gave her confused look.

"What do you mean?"

She tilted her back a bit and you could swear, she just rolled her eyes. Hard to tell when you've got no pupils.

"The way you were just arching, so out of breath - oh, I should know. Witnessed it so many times~" she chuckled quite seductively.

You blinked.

You blinked once again.

And once realization hit you, you had to restrain from straight up laughing to cannibal's face.

You stifled your laugh with palm and looked at her with big grin and a spark of cheer in your eyes.

"What's got you so funny?" - Gorgon asked, arching a brow.

"Oh, Rosie..." - you chukled light-heartedly.

She gave you curious look.

"You see, it wasn't an act of self-pleasuring but a simple sport activity"

"Huh?"

"Okay, let me break it down to you..."

OO SORRY I DIDNR SEE THIS-

Omf YEAH- omg she probably can't copy it but damn does she have ideas seeing the reader make those poses~

[imshittingchairs]

hi its me the anon who requested the tessa x fem reader, i forgot to say i meant tessa from murder drones and forgot to specify that the reader is a human, so sorry about that!😭😭😞😞😣😣

take care tuna

I think that dress looks good on you.

Tessa x fem human reader

★You and Tessa met when the human gala happened.

★you saw Tessa and tells her that her dress is very cute and adorable.

★well.. That's not really how you guys met. You guys just sorta bumped into each other because there's so many worker drones running around serving all kinds of food and drinks that you can't even see where you're going

"Hey J! Come back here now! Stop playing around, and help me with this gala stuff! "

Says Tessa while she is running after J.

"Ah, excuse me!"

"Sorry! "

"You're doing great! " Tessa yells to the worker drones, while running past them

"Ugh, that little drone! I swear, once I catch her I will make her do a lot of shelf cleani-"

"Ow! " Tessa exclaimed while falling with a thud.

"Argh.. Hey, you! You really should watch where you are going ya know! " she yells at the girl that bumped into her

"Ah.. Sorry! But there's so many worker drones that is in here! How can I even know or see when they're blocking my vision? " she exclaims

"Well-" Tessa stomps at the wooden floor with her heels

"Oh, right-" the girl said

"Anyways, this doesn't matter right now. Do you know where a particular drone went? Ah wait, uh, have you seen any drone that have pigtails, is a little bit short and holding a book? "

"I didn't saw her.. Yet. I didn't see any worker drones that have pigtails everywhere.. Why are you searching for that drone anyway? "

"Well.. That drone is actually my " personal assistant " if you would call it that, she said she will help me pick a dress for this gala but then she just ran away! " Tessa said

"Well, she could be anywhere. This manor is quite big don't you think? She might even be hiding on a dresser, a dumbwaiter, or even places that you don't even know existed"

"Well.. I guess you're right. But how am I supposed to get dressed now? I don't have anything to wear, and I need advice from J and now she's gone.. " Tessa said with a tired sigh

"Well.. In my personal opinion I think that dress looks good on you! Black fits you very well. "

"Wait really? You think this dress looks good on me? " Tessa says with a gasp

"Yes! I love the lace and the buttons, I think it looks fancy but also not too fancy, if you know what I mean" the girl said while explaining

"Oh, thank you! " Tessa says with a smile with a small blush appearing on her cheek.

"My parents always said that this type of dress isn't for the Elliots.. And I always have to choose an outfit to make me stand out. I honestly hate it! It's a bit embarrassing.. But hey, thank you for telling me that... "

"Oh right, my name is (name), and you are Tessa right? "

"Yes! I'm so sorry for not asking your name earlier.. I was just panicking. " Tessa said.

"It's alright! Now Tessa, would you want to attend the Gala with me? "

Tessa light-heartedly giggles.

"I would love to! "

[crowskulls-art-and-fandoms]

Christmas at Tidmouth

(eyyy, I did it. First fic I've finished in a long time. Hope you enjoy it, happy holidays. 💕🎄🎁)

Christmas Eve on Sodor, and the Tidmouth household is bustling as the engineers prepare for a get together. Edward and James are working hard in the kitchen. Edward dipped a wooden spoon into the pot of stew, tasting it.

“Mm.. Not quite ready..”

He looks over and sees James pull the ham out of the oven, his nose scrunched up in discomfort as the heat of the oven hit his face. But he toughed it out. Pulling the dish out of the oven and setting it on the island counter, then he took the casserole and quickly put it in the oven after, closing the door before turning back to the counter and getting the aluminum foil to cover the ham so it stays warm for later. After that was done, he paused and sighed dramatically.

“Shouldn't we ask for some help from the others..?”

Edward asked, and James huffed.

“Nope, I don't trust any of them in this kitchen, and they have a ton of stuff they need to do to get the party ready. I just need everyone to stay out of the kitchen and out of my way-”

James added with a frustrated tone, but his expression softened when he heard Edward's little chuckle.

“What am I then?”

“The exception.”

James replied confidently, and slightly flirty, and he immediately calmed down. Edward’s smile grew warmly and he looked back to the stove. Straining a bit to reach the dishes on the back burners. The various vegetable options all looked great, almost ready. Then Edward stepped back and looked through the glass of the oven in front of him, multiple trays of Christmas cookies he had put in a bit ago. Right on time, the timer on his phone went off and it was time to take them out. He turned off the alarm then retrieved his oven mitts from the drawer. He opened the oven, stepping back a moment to avoid the wave of heat, then he leaned back in to get the trays.

“James, can you make sure there's some extra room on the counter for these?”

“Sure thing.”

And James moved any dish towels or dishes on the countertops, allowing Edward to take the cookie trays out of the oven and set them down. There were about five trays to make sure there's enough for everyone. James took up the counter space left so he could finish the salad bowl. Edward checked the stuff on the stove one more time to make sure it wasn't burning before he turned his attention to the hoard of freshly made cookies. There were multiple kinds; chocolate chip, oatmeal, nut, and Christmas decorated sugar cookies. Edward took a paper plate and began fanning the trays to cool them down faster so that he could plate them and put the trays away. It didn't take long for them to cool off enough to be moved. Edward got the ornate Christmas plates and placed the cookies very nicely on them, then he put the finished product in the dining room, on the designated dessert table with the other sweet dishes. He returned to the kitchen and went straight to the stove to turn off the burners, stirring the different pots then letting them sit to enhance the flavors. He leaned against the island with a sigh, taking the moment of calm to relax.

He glanced to the side when he noticed James coming out of the dining room, chocolate chip cookie in hand. Edward let out a soft chuckle.

“James, those are for later!”

He said light heartedly, James immediately smiling.

“C'mon, Eddie, you know I can't resist your cooking.”

He teased, meeting Edward on the other side of the island. He leaned his hip against it then broke the cookie in half, offering a piece to Edward. Edward accepted and gently took it from James' hand, taking a bite. He couldn't help but laugh a bit when he saw James eat the whole half in one bite, groaning softly with satisfaction.

“I swear, you're the best cook I know. Well.. Not better than my mom but still, heh. Might even be better than me.”

“Hehe, thank you, James. That's very sweet of you.”

Edward smiled, and James smirked.

“Well… Not as sweet as you..”

James purred, his smile widening when he noticed Edward's cheeks turn pink.

“Awe, James..”

Edward cooed and leaned closer to him, James warmly wrapped his arm around his waist.

“Merry Christmas, Edward..”

“Merry Christmas, James..”

The moment was quiet and comforting as the two stood together. Then they flinched as they were interrupted by a loud bang from the living room, and Gordon yelling.

“Thomas, we told you we need this furniture out of the way while we're getting stuff from the attic!!”

“Sorry, Gordon!”

Edward sighed.

“Oh boy…”

Meanwhile in the sitting room, Gordon and Henry were struggling a bit to keep balance with the large Christmas tree in their arms. Thomas and Nia rushed to try to move chairs out of their way so that they could get it down the stairs, Percy cleared a spot near the TV then moved so that they could set it down. Gordon grunted and stretched his arms when they finally had it in place. Emily was making her way down the stairs with her arms full of Christmas light rolls, Toby coming down behind her with the box of ornaments.

“Why do we always wait until Christmas Eve to put everything up?”

Toby asked.

“We never had the time because of work, so we've just gotten into the routine of doing it all on Christmas Eve before the party.”

Emily replied, handing Henry a roll of lights for him to hang up.

“Do we still need to do it all on Christmas Eve though? Our schedules are different now, we have the time to do it earlier.”

Gordon groaned as he plugged in the Christmas tree, its lights turning on and casting a beautiful glow around the room.

“It’s kind of fun! All of the hustle and bustle and doing everything together, it's like our own family tradition.”

Nia responded. Gordon couldn't help but smile.

“I guess you're right..”

Thomas and Nia pushed the chairs and sofa into the right places, moving the coffee table in correspondence, just in time for Gordon to sit down for a bit. Toby took up the job of putting the ornaments on the tree, Emily and Henry lining the lights on the stair railing and shelving, Henry lining the edges of the ceiling. James and Edward came into the living room after finishing up in the kitchen.

“Everything looks great in here!”

Edward beamed.

“Surprising, after hearing that ruckus a minute ago.”

James teased, Thomas rolling his eyes.

“Soooorry, we can't all be as perfect as you.”

Thomas snarked, but James just smirked.

“A shame, isn't it?”

He laughed a bit. Edward lightly elbowed him.

“Come on, no arguing, it's Christmas Eve.”

Edward stepped around the sofa and sat down, sighing softly. Gordon leaned back and relaxed, almost dozing off after a few minutes, until he jerked awake from sudden noise.

“I found the board games!”

Percy shouted from down the hall. Gordon just groaned and rubbed his eyes. Edward patted his shoulder comfortingly. Percy happily came into the room with a couple boxes in his arms. James cringed a bit.

“We really have that many board games..?”

“What's wrong with having a lot of board games?”

Percy sat the boxes down and sat on the floor, taking out every game and stacking them up next to him.

“Is it really necessary for a household to have like twenty board games??”

James pressed. Percy rolled his eyes.

“Twenty-three. And yes, it's good to have a lot of options, especially for the holidays!”

James just scoffed and smoothed his hair back.

“Sounds just foolish.”

“You sound just foolish.”

“I do not!”

Edward rubbed his temple as James and Percy bickered.

“James, can you start taking the food to the dining room, please?”

“No problem.”

James said with a suspicious smile.

“And don't eat all of the cookies!”

Edward yelled after him, hearing a groan of annoyance from James. Edward leaned back with a sigh, sweet silence once again. Then he opened his eyes and looked around, and smiled. The room sparkling with lights, the sounds of small chatter and decorations being hung up. And soon soft music started playing as Nia had put on one of the records. Edward loved this feeling, and it seemed Gordon did too as Edward caught him smiling a bit. Edward placed his hand on Gordon's.

“Y'know, every year you say you find Christmas irritating… Still think that..?”

Gordon was silent for a while, looking around, and he didn't notice how his expression warmed at the joyful sight. Especially seeing his little brother so happy. Edward just smiled and patted Gordon's shoulder.

“Merry Christmas, Gordon..”

He said softly, and Gordon looked at him.

“Merry Christmas.. Dad..”

Across the room, Nia was placing little figurine decorations on the shelves and hanging up the tinsel. Then she heard James call to her.

“Hey, Nia! Can you give me a hand with this?!”

“Sure thing, James!”

She finished up what she was doing then went to the kitchen to help James set everything up.

“Can you get the table set up?”

“No problem. Do you need any help with the food?”

“I got it for now. I'll let you know if I need help though.”

“Okay.”

Nia turned away, but James placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

James pulled her closer and rustled her hair.

“Merry Christmas, girly.”

He teased and Nia laughed.

“Hahah! Merry Christmas to you too, James.”

She leaned in and gave him a strong hug before they finally parted and got back to work. Nia retrieved the tablecloth, napkins and table decorations from the closet, placing everything perfectly. Her and James perfectly weaved between each other as he brought in the platters and she went to get the plates and utensils. The plates sat on their respective napkins, the silverware placed neatly. She double checked everything, crossing off her mental checklist, and stepped back with an accomplished sigh as she beholded her work. Then she caught sight of James trying to sneak into the chocolate cake.

“Get out of that!”

She ordered with a small laugh. James groaned and sat the glass dome back down.

“Come on, just one piece!”

“You have to wait until after dinner!”

James crossed his arms with a huff.

“I made half the damn dinner, I should get to have some dessert before it.”

He grumbled, and Nia nudged him playfully.

“Let's get you out of here before the sweets mysteriously disappear.”

She joked. Her and James left the dining room into the kitchen to prepare the beverages, the last thing to make and then everything for dinner is done and ready. Meanwhile in the sitting room, Gordon was still sitting on the couch, his joints getting the best of him as he groaned in pain. Edward tried to help a bit by soothingly squeezing his knee. Henry paused what he was doing as he saw Gordon's plight. He thought for a moment then quickly went upstairs, retrieving Gordon's arthritis medicine from his room then coming back downstairs. Edward noticed what Henry was doing and reached over to pick up the cup of water from the side table, holding it to Gordon. Soon Henry sat down on the other side next to Gordon.

“What are you two doing..?”

He asked, Henry sighed quietly.

“Your arthritis is flaring up, I can tell. You should take your meds.”

He said, and Gordon grumbled, begrudgingly taking the pill bottle from Henry's hand.

“Did you eat lunch?”

Edward asked. And Gordon's silence said everything. Edward's expression faltered.

“Gordon..”

“What?? I just wasn't hungry, it's not a big deal!”

Gordon rebutted, quickly taking his medication and taking a few swigs of water, sighing heavily afterwards. He tensed up a bit feeling a hand on his thigh, Henry's expression concerned but still affectionate.

“You'll eat a full meal tonight, right..?”

Gordon was hesitant, but his expression softened and he sighed.

“Yes..”

“Promise..?”

“... I promise..”

Henry smiled, and Edward smiled as well. Then his smile turned sly and he stood up.

“I'm going to see how Nia and James are doing.”

He said before walking around the sofa and into the kitchen, leaving Henry and Gordon on the couch. Gordon suddenly felt his cheeks warm and his shoulders tensed. He cleared his throat and Henry laughed quietly. He laid his arm on the back of the couch around Gordon, which only made him turn more red. Henry looked around the room, seeing Emily finish up the tree decorations while Toby was picking up and putting away the boxes. Thomas and Percy were sitting on the floor, both equally excited about all of the board game options, talking about the movies they could watch, good snacks to have. Henry couldn't help but smile as he watched them, and he noticed Gordon was smiling too. Henry chuckled softly and nuzzled against Gordon's hair.

“You look nice tonight…”

He murmured, Gordon shocked by the sudden compliment.

“O-oh- uh… Th-thank you..? Um… You look nice too..”

He awkwardly replied, trying to hide the grin on his face, but Henry saw right through it. Then he slowly removed himself and stood up, adjusting his sweater. Gordon looked at him with a questioning gaze.

“Can I show you something?”

“Uh.. Sure.”

Gordon stood up, grunting a bit, though his joint pain was fading a bit and he felt better than he did a minute ago. He followed Henry out of the living room to one of the hallways.

“What'd you want to show me?”

Gordon asked as Henry stopped and turned to him, gently taking his hands. He glanced upward, and Gordon followed his gaze. Turning bright red when he saw the mistletoe hanging above them. His gaze met Henry's again, Henry couldn't help but laugh a bit at the deer in headlights expression on Gordon's face. He brought one of his hands up and gently caressed Gordon's cheek, and Gordon relaxed a bit more, leaning into Henry's hand. Henry's expression warmed as he gazed in awe. Then he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on Gordon's forehead. The two slowly embraced, basking in each other's comfort. Henry didn't need a full kiss, this moment was more than enough for him. They decided to step away from the preparations for a bit, given they finished everything they needed to.

Back in the sitting room, Thomas and Percy placed all of the board games in a neat stack by the sofa for later. Percy went and got the coffee table decorations. Just a couple figurines and the candle display, placing them neatly, almost obsessively trying to make them symmetrical. He leaned back and squinted, trying to make sure it was right.

“Hey, Thomas, does this look right to you?”

“Does what look right?”

“The coffee table stuff, I'm trying to make it perfect.”

“Hmmm..”

Thomas examined it for a moment. Then he rearranged them a bit.

“Wh- what are you doing-?”

“There is such a thing as being too perfect. It shouldn't look so.. Static. More casual. See? Like this.”

He leaned back and held his hand towards it in presentation of the display. Percy looked at it for a moment and tilted his head curiously.

“Oh, you're right, that does look better.”

Percy looked around, seeing the decorations the others put up. He smiled, everything was just so beautiful. Then his expression fell once he remembered something, then he jumped up.

“The presents! We need to get the presents!”

“Oh, crap, you're right!”

Then the two rushed off down the hall to the big closet to retrieve the gift boxes. Toby couldn't help but laugh a bit and Emily shook her head lightheartedly.

“Told you they forgot.”

She said with a soft chuckle. Then Toby looked to her.

“Will Caitlin be coming tonight?”

He asked.

“No, she's in London with family for Christmas, we'll do something special together sometime this week though.”

Emily replied, helping Toby place ornaments on the tree where he couldn't quite reach.

“That's nice, hope you two have a good time.”

“Thank you, Toby. Suppose we'll just have the usual rowdy crowd coming over.”

“Heh, yeah, the twins always seem to get riled up during the holidays.”

Toby replied, he and Emily shared a small laugh at the memory of how excited the twins tend to get at the party, especially Donald. They always got super competitive with each other with the games, Douglas was always the one to hold more of a grudge when he lost. Regardless of who won any of the board games they'd always have a drinking contest after to determine the ‘real winner’. They'd always get equally hammered and it was always a random chance of who'd pass out first and be declared the loser. At least in recent years the drinking games have toned down a bit, now just to who can finish a certain amount of drinks in the shortest amount of time. Donald was the most frequent winner of this game, and Duck always seemed to say scandalous jokes about why that was. Regardless it was all in good fun. It was a good idea to keep Gordon away from the alcohol though, he always got really moody and whiny when he was drunk. Everyone can recall the times he'd fall asleep on the couch after drinking too much and waking up with a hangover that made him ten times as grumpy as he usually was. Admittedly for good reason.

Emily and Toby suddenly heard a crash from down the hall. It was silent for a moment before Percy called out.

“Can someone give us a hand-??”

Emily stepped away from the tree and headed down the hall, Toby stayed behind to clean up the trash and boxes to make sure there was a clear path while the three of them walked in with arm-fulls of presents. Percy made sure they were all organized and placed neatly so they could be easily picked up. Thomas got a bit distracted, shaking his presents to try to figure out what they were. Emily light heartedly smacked his arm.

“No looking until tomorrow, you know the rules.”

She said, and Thomas grumbled.

“Yeah yeah yeah, I know..”

He handed the boxes to Percy and pouted a bit, but smiled again when Emily gave him a hug.

“Okay, okay, I'm smiling, are you happy now?”

He teased and Emily laughed.

“Yes, yes I am. Merry Christmas. To both of you.”

“Merry Christmas, Emmy.”

Thomas replied, rustling her hair. Percy hadn't replied, and they saw it was because he was too focused on the sorting. Thomas poked his arm to get his attention.

“Huh? What? Oh- Merry Christmas to you too!”

He said, but his attention quickly returned to the gifts. Wasn't long until everything was placed just right, and Percy was very proud of his organization. Emily got up and helped Toby finish cleaning up the living room. And finally, everything was done. Edward, James, and Nia exited the kitchen, and Edward was in awe.

“Oh, everything is beautiful!”

He beamed. The lights, the decorations, the tree, everything was perfect. James just smiled at Edward's reaction. The holidays were beautiful and all, but the best part of it was Edward's excitement for it, especially Christmas. His smile and the way the lights sparkled in his eyes, it made James' heart swell with joy. Suppose that is the point of Christmas after all. Nia joined Percy and Thomas, and Gordon and Henry returned from down the hall. They were in awe of the decorations as well. They sat down on the couch, James went to the kitchen to get a drink, and Thomas, Nia, Percy, and Toby struck up some conversation. And it all seemed to be right on time as they heard the doorbell ring.

“I’ll get it!”

Edward said, walking away with a bit of a pep in his step. Before he even opened the door he heard familiar chatter behind it. And once he opened it, it was a more than welcome sight. Duck, Oliver, Toad, Donald, and Douglas. Donald was first to enter.

“The party's here!”

He announced. Douglas shook his head before following. Edward just chuckled. Oliver and Toad entered afterwards.

“Thanks so much for inviting us, Edward.”

Oliver said.

“Of course, it wouldn't be the same without all of you. You're a part of the family.”

“Awe, thanks, Edward!”

Toad commented. Afterwards Oliver and Toad walked down the hall to the sitting room, where the twins were already getting rowdy. Duck was certainly more calm, stepping through the door and out of the cold before dusting the snow off of their suit.

“They already said it but, thank you again for inviting us, Eddie. I always look forward to this time of year because of your amazing party.”

They said, them and Edward sharing a hug.

“Well, it isn't just me. Everyone pitched in. I really only did a fraction of it, heh.”

“In that case, I think it's safe to say that the Tidmouth household throws the best Christmas parties.”

Said Duck, and it only made Edward's smile grow. Duck gestures down the hall for them to walk.

“Shall we get to it?”

Edward nodded in response.

“Absolutely.”

And the two walked down the hall, joining the chaos already rising in the sitting room.

Routine chaos and joy that happens every year, during truly one of the best times ever for the Steam Team. Everyone getting together on the lovely snowy night, the house gorgeously decorated and the food made perfectly. With movies and games to last the entire night, and presents and fun still to be had the next day.

Christmas at Tidmouth was always a joyous time.

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Happy Valentine's Day! I'd like to request date night hcs for Black Mask and a fem!reader. Someone else hits on the reader - not realizing they're hitting on the Black Mask's s/o - and Roman gets jealous and possessive about it.

Reader is a sweetheart and Roman is very protective of her and likes to spoil her, but she can also be a bit of brat sometimes. Do with that what you will ;).

"What's mine is NOT yours" - Black Mask x F!reader (Valentine's Event 2024)

Happy late Valentine's Day! The whole month of February is about love it's fine. This is for the (now over) Valentine's Day Event. Also riiiiip that dude.

TW: NSFW, harassment, creep that doesn't want to hear no, possessiveness, jealousy

It was a fairly average date night apart from it being Valentine's Day. You'd had a light dinner with Roman wherein he gave you flowers, a flattering necklace and a promise to fuck stars into your eyes once you got home. After all, you were such a sweet little thing, how could he resist? You were kind, not only to him but to others. Made him protective that others could take advantage.

And you were loyal to him, in every sense.

This was to be tested as you were walking back from the bathroom. Eyes clung to you and as you turned, there was a stranger leaning over you. Grinning.

"Can I help you?" You asked directly.

The man got closer in your space, " Yeah I uh, lost my number. Can I have yours?"

"...That's your opener?" Your eyes roll, "I have a boyfriend, sorry." You were smiling half-heartedly. Already amused thinking of telling this story to other people.

It was when the man grabbed your arm that you stopped smiling. He was still going strong, "No, no, listen- I'm sorry. You're just. I saw you going in and I just think you're really cute-" Cheap alcohol on his breath.

"I really do have a boyfriend, I need to get back to him before he starts to worry." You iterate slowly. The man doesn't seem to be a threat. But as many know, even a creep who isn't a threat can become one quickly in the wrong circumstance.

"Baby, I can make you forget aaaaaall about 'im." The man is swaying before trying to be seductive in your ear. Incomprehensible nonsense that surpassed the vile.

That was when you shoved him off, "I said no."

It was then you were both surrounded by Roman's personal security on either side. Keeping the guy out of your orbit. Grabbing him by the scruff. Asking if you're okay. Once you give them confirmation, they're bringing you back to your table. Roman looks... anxious.

The man looks more anxious. Trying to spout out what happened while you calmly went over the short interaction. Afterwards, you then take your seat next to your boyfriend, feeling safe again. His knee brushes yours, a subtle reassurance that he's there. Yet his eyes never leave the stranger.

"So you wanna fuck my girl?" He says simply, "I mean ey. What's mine is yours, right?"

"No- No, I uh- I really didn't know. I'm so sorry." The man pales considerably and is waving his hands in front of him.

Roman pulls his pistol out on the table, "You didn't seem to care much when you thought it was some other guy."

"Please, I'm so sorry ma'am and mr. Black Mask, I'll never do it again, I swear to GOD-"

You can see Roman's grip tight on his gun. Hand just ghosting over the trigger. The man is sweating and looks as though he might get sick. As a kindness, you scoot your chair closer to your boyfriend, lean your head on his shoulder and put one hand firmly on his thigh.

You whisper, "I really think he's sorry, don't you?" A squeeze. Roman grunts. His grip loosens.

As he puts the gun away, he waves his hand, "Get ridda this guy. You see him again, break his fuckin' ankle." Just like that, the man who had been flirting with you is weeping thank you's towards you both as the grunts drag him away.

"That was nice of you." You almost purr.

"That's me. A nice fuckin' guy. Don't I get a reward for being such a sweet guy?" He's demanding your lips on his neck and mask which you oblige in kindly. He sighs, "You alright?"

You stop for a moment, "I'm good now. Just got scary for a second. Not the fun kind."

That made him laugh, "No? What's the fun kind?"

For a moment you genuinely think on it. Then you put your body flush to his, "If you'd walked over instead of your guards and you had to... show him who I belonged to."

"Oh? You would have wanted that? That's fun?" He's grabbing your hand and pressing it to his pants against his hard cock, "You think it's fun when I fuck you to tell everybody else to back off?"

You shudder, "Y-yeah... Love being yours-" You're almost tempted to start something here, now.

"You love it? Cute. That's my sweet thing." Then he's pulling away, "Be careful, I might fuck you on a table next time."

A mild groan of disappointment, "Tease."

The two of you laughed while he hailed down for the check. Both of you were riled up and the night was young. You felt safe and he felt secure. There was no doubt as the two of you left for the night that were in love. It would become a story whispered in rumor for why you never hit on Black Mask's girlfriend.

[hashtag-xolo]

Funny story:

When Nico and I went hiking with friends, we were talking about how I want to get an Airedale terrier puppy within the next year or two.

My friend (also a coworker) was light-heartedly complaining about the airedales we get at work and said "hopefully yours like me because airedales seem to hate me"

I was laughing about how in comparison our regular airedales since day one have taken to me immediately and been obsessed with me. "Obviously I'm Airedale-coded"

Not even two minutes later we turn a curve and see a couple walking an Airedale on the path. I complimented their beautiful Airedale and they were shocked because no one ever recognizes their dog's breed so they were very happy.

My friend: I swear the universe just gave you the clearest sign you should get an Airedale - it's sending them to you everywhere you go 🤣

[deanwithscissors]

Summer Lovin’

Title: Home Sweet Home Timestamp

Pairing: Jensen X Reader

Word Count: 769

Warnings: Swearing, slight dirty talk, light teasing

Summary: Jensen interrupts [Y/N]’s peaceful afternoon in the sun

Home Sweet Home Masterlist

A/N: this is just some ramblings from when i was enjoying a day in the sun *all mistakes are mine* feedback is highly appreciated, but be kind<3

It was hard to believe that something so far away, to the point of not being able to comprehend the space between, could have such an affect on a being so insignificant and small.

The invisible sun rays scorched her epidermis, sizzling the fat below. Beads of sweat formed a line, marching down her back and between the folds of her skin as she sprawled on the sun lounger, allowing the blistering heat to engulf her and incinerate her woes.

The afternoon had been peaceful and rejuvenating, time alone to escape the real world in her very own private garden, exactly what she needed.

The glorious radiance had made her sleepy, her eyes hooded, struggling to stay open as she lightly drifted, completely oblivious to the foot steps approaching.

“Well, this is a treat to arrive home to,” Jensen said, a half smile plastered his face, his tongue slipping between his lips as he took in the sight of [Y/N].

She wore a tiny triangle, florescent-orange and sky-blue bikini top, her breasts spread; leaving her void of cleavage, but jam packed full of the roundest side boob that begged to be squeezed, maybe even bitten.

The brilliant white shorts revealed most of her dainty legs, but they rose high to her ribs, hiding her belly button piercing that he often liked to fiddle with.

Her feet were free with toenails painted white, her near neon hair down and flowing in the gentle breeze that stirred every so often.

“Jesus Christ [Y/N], you look—" his words were stolen as he swallowed his own tongue, a familiar itch rustling in his pants.

“Don’t ruin my peace Jensen.” She sighed, opening her eyes for the first time in a while to squint at her handsome boyfriend with a forced frown.

His skin was toasted, his freckles vivid and doubled by the Texan sun. His jade eyes glowed beneath the bridge of his baseball cap as he hovered above her in a blood red t-shirt. A side smile creeping on his face as he leered at his prey.

“I’m gonna ruin a lot more than your peace sweetheart.”

“Wow, where’d that come from?” She snorted, slightly taken aback by his aura and electrifying energy.

“You’re kiddin’ right? Those photos you sent earlier, I’ve been thinking ‘bout them since.”

“I didn’t mean for them— I was just—"

“I know, but you looked so good. I’ve been hiding a boner all fuckin’ day.”

His thick fingers wrapped around the arm rests as his entire frame descended upon her.

A wave of serenity washed over her barely covered body, warming her heart and melting her soul as the radiance from his skin transferred to hers, making her melt to his whim.

Using his knees he pushed her legs open, and with pure pride like the smug bastard he is, he positioned his crotch between her legs like he had the right to be there.

He was a shiny bright apple begging to taint her soul and ruin her bliss.

His brooding eyes sunk into her flesh, his solid shaft grazing her bud demanding her full attention, which he undoubtedly had.

Temptation seeped through her resolve, the tricks of the devil too tantalising to deny.

An ear splitting scream broke the peace as the sun lounger barely balanced both of their weights, edging them, threatening to crash to the floor, but never quite reaching the climax.

“Nonononono, Jensen! No, ohmygod, we’re gonna hit the deck, get off you big idiot!” She squealed, slapping at his shoulders, half-heartedly pushing him away.

“I’ll take you on the floor, I don’t mind,” he told her between kisses to her neck.

“You’re a fuckin’ animal,” she said, a light giggle hiding in her scoff.

“You love it.”

“You bet.”

He stole the air from her lungs when his lips met hers.

Her barriers imploded as if the world had collided with another planet, the oxygen evaporated leaving her breathless and woozy under his weight and the power of his sword.

The trip from relaxed-in-the-sun and in the Garden of Eden to horny-as-fuck and one way ticket to hell was instant.

A wicked flash of furious lust coursed through her veins, pumping her heart to crazy levels that had her spinning out of control. Delirium for him pulling her under and teasing her core.

Like a lotus eater, he offered her more, and she gobbled up every kiss, every squeeze, every stroke.

Every second that ticked by dissipating her will as she became more docile and receptive to his passion.

The devil had won.

She was his.

“Take me Jensen.”

[mytheoristavenue]

Day 6: Eddie + Christmas Cookies

Summary: You decide to make Christmas cookies for Wayne, as a sign of appreciation, and you force Eddie to help.

Warnings: Fluff

"Eddie, quit!" you huffed, slapping your boyfriend's hand away as he dipped his fingers into the batter that would become dough with the addition of flour, before popping them in his mouth. "Honestly, I don't know why I even asked for your help."

"Funny," he snickered, leaning against the countertop. "I was thinking the same thing. You know I'm shit at cooking."

You rolled your eyes, rationing your dry ingredients into the mixing bowl. "Well, I'm sorry, I thought it'd be more meaningful if you helped make them. Wayne loves gingerbread and he's been working really hard to support us until I finish college." you reminded. "Making him cookies for Christmas is the least we can do."

"Yeah, yeah," he waved you off, coming behind you and snaking his arms around your waist while resting his head on your shoulder. "What he really wants for Christmas is to get rid of us freeloaders." he laughed, nuzzling you as your whisked the mixture. "Don't worry, I'm savin' every penny from this knew job. Pretty soon, we'll have our own trailer, can you imagine?"

"Color me spoiled." you rolled your eyes. You were just playing with him, of course. You were excited for you and Eddie to have your own place, and you were so thankful to Wayne for convincing the owner of the trailer park to hold off on renting out the adjacent vacancy. He had also recently set Ed up with a job at his place of work, and made him swear to pinch every penny until he had enough for the trailer. In the meantime, you were finishing your classes at the local community college, all the while, his uncle providing for you both. He truly wanted to give the two of you the best chance at young adulthood that he could, and you were so grateful.

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You hummed lightly as you very carefully iced the now baked and cooled cookies, your boyfriend doing the same by your side. "Hey, is that one of my songs?" he perked up, recognizing the tune as his bands newest song.

"Mhm," you chirped, smile shining brightly. "It's stuck in my head."

Suddenly, the front door unlocked itself from the outside, swinging open and flooding the living room with light, startling you both. Instinctually, Eddie rose to defend you, should the situation escalate. "'m home." A tired older man stumbled into the trailer with a heavy sigh before glancing up at you and smiling sweetly. "What're you kids up to?"

"Nothing!" you blushed, jumping out of your chair to loom over the cookies spread out across the table, some iced, and some not. "What are you doing here?"

"It's my house?" he laughed, crows feet gathering beside his eyes as he approached. "Boss let me go early since the shop'll be closed for the rest of the week. " Eddie sighed, glancing back at you, still standing.

"Gig's up, babe." he sighed half heartedly. You sighed as well, carefully unlocking the cage you'd made over the display with your arms, before sitting back down.

"We were trying to make you cookies." you explained, cheeks flushed and hands wringing nervously. "Just to say thank you for everything you do for us."

Wayne took in a deep, shaky breath, silent and stoic as ever. His voice trembled meekly as he sat at the table, plucking an iced one off the display plate you'd picked from the cupboard. He sniffed it curiously before his brows knitted together. "Ginger bread?" he asked quietly.

You nodded timidly. "Eddie said you liked gingerbread and gave me an old recipe to follow." As you explained, the older man eagerly sank his teeth into the treat, eyes becoming glossy as a result.

"Just how mom used to make?" Eddie piped up, knowingly. You hadn't known it, but the recipe he'd given you usually called his mother's old cook book home. Wayne grew up with this recipe being filled by his mother, and then later on, by his late sister.

"Exactly..." he sniffled, wolfing the cookie down.

"Do...you like them?" you wondered aloud, shirking into your seat, nervous about his reaction. He glanced up at you with a sincere smile.

"They're perfect, darlin;'. Thank you, that was very thoughtful of you." he answered, standing up and opening his arms. "C'mere, both ya."

Beaming with pride, you eagerly stood and scurried over to him, sharing a group hug with your boyfriend and his relative. "Merry Christmas, Uncle Wayne." you muttered warmly. The said man's eyes widened in surprise at how you'd referred to him, considering it was the first time you'd called him 'uncle'.

"Merry Christmas, kiddos."

[cvsmixnaya]

happy holi

pairings: eren x indian!reader

pronouns: she/her

summary: it’s eren’s first holi since he moved to mumbai with his girlfriend y/n and she decides to celebrate it with him and their friends.

cw: swearing cause come on it’s me, mentions of getting drunk

a/n: happy holi my desi lovelies!! if yall didn’t know, holi is one of my festivals celebrated in india and cause it’s so much fun and since i couldn’t celebrate this year cause of my injury i’m writing a one shot😭 there’s gonna be hindi speaking so im gonna put translations. enjoy this piece!!!

Eren was sitting on the couch watching TV. Nothing special. He was in Mumbai or what locals say Bombay sharing a house with his one and only girlfriend, Y/n. She was currently out buying colour but he doesn’t know that. They moved to the city she was born and raised in 5-6 months ago and it’s Eren’s first holi but he doesn’t know it’s today.

Y/n made an excuse to leave the house to buy colour to put on his face. Come on, it’s holi! It’s the festival of COLOURS!! What Eren also doesn’t know is that his friends are in the city to celebrate together along with Y/n’s friends from when she used to live here.

Y/n got the colours ready on her hands and rang the doorbell. The moment Eren opened the door, colour was smeared all over his face.

“Happy holi!!” Y/n wishes while smearing all sort of colours on his face and neck and some even went in his hair.

“Babe, stop! i have colour all over my face! agh fuck” He complains while trying to wipe the colour off which only made it spread more and all of this caused Y/n to laugh making her realise how much she really missed this since she used to celebrate with her friends before.

“Eren, come on! It’s your very first holi and you don’t know how much i missed it so im gonna make you have the time of your life today.”

Eren looks at her with a small smile cause she’s right. She hasn’t done this in a long time and it is his first holi and he wanted to know what the hype was cause Y/n had been talking about this for a month.

“Ya but did you really have to surprise me with a full colour attack?” He asked while still trying to wipe off the colour. It just made him look even funnier.

“Babe, that’s the fun! You get to raid your friend’s house when they least expect it. Plus, it’s holi! the festival of colours of course I’m gonna attack you. Now wash your face and go get changed. Wear your most worn out clothes. We are celebrating” She instructs him.

“Why worn out clothes?” He asks the most stupidest question causing her to look at him like he’s dumb.

Y/n starts explaining, “Are you dumb? Babe, your clothes are gonna get stained really badly cause there’s colour everywhere. It’s pretty obvious but anyways, go get ready, i’ll make some food to eat quickly and then we’ll leave”

Eren groans and leaves to get ready. Y/n prepares a quick snack to eat and after that gets a bag she prepared with extra clothes for after the event they are going to. During all of this she gets a call from her best friend Dhanisha.

She gets excited and answers it.

“Hello? haan bol”

“Tu aana wali hai na? Varne mein tere ko marne wali hu” Dhanisha threatens light heartedly of course.

“Haan mein aa rahi hu. kitna baje aa jaun? dusre logo ko bhi bolna hai” She asks her to confirm

translation: “Hello, ya say”

“You’re coming right? Otherwise I’ll kill you”

“Ya I’m coming. What time should i come. I have to tell others also”

“Come by 1 o’clock and come fast pleaseeee, I haven’t met you in so long even though you came 5 months.”

“Ya ya I’ll be there quickly ok? I’ll see you later, byeeeee”

She said bye and hung up the phone.

“Who was that?” A voice spoke scaring Y/n causing her to jump in fear. She realised it was her boyfriend.

“It was my best friend Dhanisha. I just realised you never met her. Well doesn’t matter cause you’ll meet her soon. Anyways, are you ready cause we need to leave now. It’ll take an hour atleast to reach cause there’s gonna be traffic.”

Eren nods while saying yes and Y/n tells him to get in the car while she brings everything outside. He sits waiting for his girlfriend to arrive and after a minute she’s outside getting in the car with a bag and dumps it in the back seat.

He looked at her confused. “What’s all that for?”

“Extra clothes for us for after the event and some food to eat on the way and back so help yourself”

He nods and decides to eat a little later. Eren gets his phone and tries to connect his phone to the aux but Y/n stops him immediately.

“Ummm what are you doing? I’m playing music because we need the perfect vibe. Sorry Babe, maybe next time.” She says while patting his cheek.

Y/n starts her music and starts driving to the destination. Eren is not gonna lie, but he really liked the music that she was playing. Definitely good taste.

“Wow babe, you really do have good taste.” He compliments her while nodding his head in approval.

She smiles proud of herself and says thanks and continues driving. As she expected, there was traffic and was dying but she dealt with this everyday so she’s used to it. Eren however was impatient and was gonna rage.

After 10 minutes they finally reach. She parks the car and goes to the entrance finding her friends.

She sends a quick text to Mikasa to let her and the others know they’re here and waiting for her and the others. Eren still has no idea about this. His gang is staying at a hotel nearby and will reach in 2 mins.

Her best friend Dhanisha sees her and immediately runs to her. Y/n sees this and gets excited. They jump into a hug and stay like that for a whole minute.

“N/N MY JAAN I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!” She says while hugging y/n.

“I fucking missed you too oh shit I’m gonna cry” Y/n says and lets go of the hug. Eren smiles at the reunion and wishes his friends were here with him.

“OH! dhani, meet Eren my boyfriend. Babe this is dhanisha. My best friend since the 8th grade.” She introduces her to him.

Eren smiles and shakes her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, N/n won’t stop talking about you. Everyday there’s some new story about you both” He says while chuckling.

“Bro, did you tell him my birthday ka story-”

She gets interrupted by Eren, “Yeah she told me, it was pretty funny but I knew she was capable of it. Did you know one time when we were back at my home town she got so drunk-”

Y/n interrupts him by put her hand over his mouth to make him stop talking

“Okayyyy we can talk about that later but first, turn around Eren, I have a surprise for you”

He does what Y/n tells him and sees his very own friends walking towards him. He turned to Y/n and she just nods to silently tell him that it’s real.

Armin, One of Eren’s best friends ran towards him and tackled him in a brotherly hug. Y/n and Dhanisha were smiling at this cute reunion. He went and greeted the others that were there.

Mikasa, Hange, Levi, Sasha, Jean and Connie were there too. Eren was so happy to see them. Y/n greeted them and gave all of them a hug and introduced her best friend to the gang.

They were happy to meet each other and even gain a new friend. Y/n and Dhanisha looked at each other with a smirk before attacking everyone with colour

Both of the girls smeared colour on everyone’s face and Levi was not pleased. The two girls were laughing at the mess they created. Y/n was so gonna get scolded by Levi but she did not care.

“Guys let’s go inside, there’s gonna be music and everything!” Y/n said and everyone started going inside the venue. It was an open venue with a DJ and colour being thrown everywhere, lots of water sprayed and overall it was a good time.

They danced to bollywood music, they coloured each other and did so many other things. It was one of the best days ever. The group decided to head yo Y/n and Eren’s house. they all squashed themselves in the car and drove for an hour before reaching.

They got inside and everyone was shocked cause it was a really nice place. It looked very comfy and the couple were so proud of that. They all sat down, and started making conversation.

Y/n turned to whisper to her boyfriend, “Soooo… Did you have the time of your life today?”

Eren laughs softly while wrapping an arm around her, “I had the best time today, thank you for this N/n. i had a lot of fun and i got to learn what an amazing dancer you really are”

He gives her a quick peck on the lips making her smile.

“I’m glad you had fun today. Get ready for even more exciting shit over here. I still have so many places to take you to.”

“I’m looking forward to it”

a/n: i had too much fun writing this😭 happy holi again!! i hope you got to celebrate it unlike me</3

[welcometomybraincomics]

First Encounter

The Stations’ first interaction with other Cybertronians was entirely unplanned. The trade ship Daunting Light had one of the more adventurous crews among the Station population, more willing than most to follow through unconfirmed suggestions and act upon gut instinct. They had been skirting the edges of the common Station trade routes looking for very specific parts needed to repair several deteriorating mecha back at the stations. The parts themselves were hard enough to make, but the fact that the metal required was rare to boot was like a kick to the stomach. They were getting prepared to buy a bunch of items with small quantities of the necessary materials in them to get the metals in time, even though they weren’t sure it would be enough to even help two mecha, when a very reliable merchant said that they knew some traders stationed just outside of the Starioners’ galaxy who sold what the Daunting Light was looking for. Curious and in need, the Daunting Light followed the merchant’s directions to an intergalactic trade post situated just at the edge of 3 separate galaxies. The Stationers were introduced to more species there than they had seen in a good few centuries. The trader they were looking for was a Decepticon.

First impressions were a bit spotty. The first Starioner to find the mech had an Autobot emblem clearly shining on his chest while a 5th flier with his numbers proudly painted in bold white on his breast trailed behind wearing a damaged Decepticon emblem that caught light that it past as his shoulders swung with his gait. To the Decepticon’s optics, that didn’t paint a pretty picture. An Autobot trailed by a Decepticon with serial numbers on him? It looked, to anyone who knew about the Autobot-Decepticon conflict, like a poorly veiled picture of slavery. Not at all veiled, actually.

Understandably, when the ‘Autobot’ waltzed up cheerfully to the Decepticon’s booth asking for parts and metal, the ‘Con’s mood chilled to sub-zero and they hiked the price up two times higher than it was in the heart of the Stationers’ system. The ‘Autobot’ visibly paled and the ‘Decepticon,’ who had been smiling a moment before, drew a servo down his face plates, threw his arms up and started walking away swearing loudly. The ‘Autobot’ ran after him as he walked away, frantically trying to get him to calm down and not cause a scene. The Decepticon at the booth thought he heard the ‘Autobot’ say something about telling a captain and seeing what he could do before the duo were swallowed up by the crowded market. The reaction had the Decepticon wondering if he might have gotten their situation wrong, but he shrugged it off with the approach of a new customer.

Half a cycle later a green and black tankformer with some good weight on him came storming through the plaza and stopped right in front of the Decepticon’s booth and started glaring daggers. The duo from before came running after him along with an ‘Autobot’ with serial numbers, a blue opticed warframe femme, and a red opticed grounder half the size of everyone else who looked like he couldn’t choose between a miniature tank or a race car, the latter two lacking any faction symbol at all.

“Wait, boss!” The unnumbered ‘Autobot’ shouted in dismay as he came within hearing range. “We can’t just smash the booth and run with the goods! We’ll never build rapport that way!”

“I dunno,” the half pint grounder said, eyeing the goods with crossed arms. “I think the boss has the right idea, none of this slag is worth half the price he’s charging.” 

The femme’s wings, decorated in thin white patterns that danced beautifully across her plating, spreading from the tips down the edges of red-green wings, dipped low in disgust. “Honestly, he wouldn’t even be loosing any profit.”

“Why am I the only voice of reason here!?” Screeched the ‘Autobot’ with no numbers.

The ‘Autobot’ that did have numbers raised his hand half heartedly. “If it makes you feel any better, I agree with you, but you’ve gotta get rid of faulty wiring (you’ve gotta get rid of the bad apples).” he ended the statement with a shrug.

The ‘Autobot’ put his face in his hands and screamed. His ‘Decepticon’ companion from earlier patted his shoulder placatingly.

Had the Decepticon been paying attention to the interaction, he would have made a complete reassessment of his initial impression of the first two bots and wondered who the frag these new ones were, but he wasn’t. He was staring at the angry tankformer in front of him, trying to determine where he had seen him. He answer hit him like a bullet train. 

Right there, in front of him, was the infamous Decepticon general, Ripjaw. The mech had gone M.I.A. somewhere around the height of the war along with the rest of his fleet when the fighting had been the most chaotic and they couldn’t spare enough resources searching for them. Ripjaw had always been known for his bad temper and his tendency to... mutilate anyone who didn’t comply. 

Not wanting his head ripped off, and refraining from asking where the general had been all this time out of self preservation, the Decepticon nervously offered his goods at their actual price and lowered it even further when ‘Ripjaw’s’ glare intensified.  Instead of being satisfied, ‘Ripjaw’ reaches over the booth and grabbed the vendor by the neck and shook him vigorously.

No one in the market took action. They glanced over, noticed the commotion was from warframes, and left it at that. They had learned long ago to leave Decepticon matters in Decepticon hands. It, surprisingly, ended up a lot cleaner than when anyone else tried to get involved.

“Were you trying to sell rip offs?” ‘Ripjaw’ growled. Honor and value were things he held in high regard. If someone tried to sell something for beyond it’s value, even if they weren’t selling it to him, he couldn’t stand for it.

The Decepticon in his fist sputtered for an excuse. His first thought flashed to the ‘Autobot’ that had first approached him.  “Well, he was an Autobot so I thought-“

‘Ripjaw’s’ grip tightened. “I don’t care what you thought. You thought you could gain anything from raising the prices that high? You thought you could keep someone from buying something because you’re averse to their motives? You thought no body would get wise to your dirty tricks? Well I-“

The numbered ‘Decepticon’ touched ‘Ripjaw’s’ elbow. “Malachite, we don’t have time for this.” He turned to the vendor. “Will you sell us this?” He guestured to the items in question. 

The Decepticon nodded his head as vigorously as he could in Malachite’s grip and managed to squeak out a breathless “Yes!” Malachite unceremoniously dropped him on the ground. 

Seeing that Malachite was in no mood to talk business, the numbered ‘Decepticon’ took it upon himself to organize the transaction. “Tourmaline,” he turned to the warframe femme whose plating, the vendor belatedly noticed, matched the color of tourmaline. “Load this up and  bring it to the ship.” He nodded to the materials the Decepticon vendor was quickly trying to pack up. “Hatchet, help her.” The two badgless mecha nodded and started picking up the crates the vendor had already packed and loading them into the femme. “Counterbalance,“ The numberless Autobot straightened up at his name. “Go with Groundpounder and see if you can find anything else we need before we go” the ‘Autobots’ of the group nodded dutifully before turning away and walking down the street. As they left, the vendor heard the Groundpounder say something to the Counterbalance that made the ‘bot groan in tired exasperation which caused the his companion to cackle. The numbered ‘Decepticon’ stayed and took care of the payments, all very reasonably priced now, while his boss stood to the side, continuing to melt the vendor with his gaze.

They left quickly after, surprisingly organized and apparently on a time crunch. The vendor, luckily for his spark, didn’t see them again before he left the market. When he returned, however, they were there. He decided to begrudgingly work with the ‘Autobots’ of the crew to avoid the ire of the mech he still understood to be Ripjaw. The mech had abandon that name almost half a millennia ago when he forgot most of his life in favor of the moniker ‘Malachite,’ after his plate color, but the vendor didn’t know that.

Over time, the Decepticon grew more familiar with this strange group of bots and as time wore on, more and more of them came. He slowly came to the conclusion that the ‘Autobots’ he was seeing, often accompanied by ‘Decepticons’ or similarly weaponized ‘Autobot’ companions were not captive slaves of some lost Decepticon settlement and, in fact, weren’t Autobots at all. They called themselves “Stationers” and claimed their home was in the complete opposite direction from the Autobot Commonwealth. They lived together with the ‘Decepticons,’ which the vendor also came to realize weren’t Decepticons at all, or at least, not any more, and had absolutely no knowledge about the Autobot-Decepticon war that they had left behind. Even Ripjaw/Malachite, who the Decepticon vendor knew was deeply involved in the war, seemed completely puzzled by it. The Stationers, apparently, couldn’t even fathom warring against their own kind. Their populations were apparently too small for it to be anything but genocide and anyone who disagreed with the populous was exiled. They would make a truce with the exiled, however, so that neither one could attack the other in order to preserve their people.

If the vendor were a historian or even a sociologist, he would have found the situation with the Stationers fascinating, but he was neither of those things, so the only thing it left him was incredibly confused. How did the Autobot and Decepticon populations mix in the first place? How do they not remember anything? How did they even settle down in the middle of a war!? Question upon question that didn’t really feel appropriate to ask and would only be more confusing to bring up.

Unfortunately, the Stationers didn’t learn half as much from the merchant. The Stationers came to the understanding that Autobots and Decepticons are two different categories of mecha. The separation seemed quite arbitrary to them since many of the bots the merchant called ‘Autobot’ had upgraded their armor and weapons to warframe levels to survive in their system  in addition to adding flying mods and some of the ‘Decepticons’ were what the Stationers would call civilian. It also became evident that should they meet other mecha or anyone inside the vendor’s galaxy, some of them would be mistaken for Autobots and Decepticons and others would not, which was infinitely more confusing. One thing that was clear, however, was the fact that Decepticons had a strong distaste for Autobots. They didn’t know why, whenever they asked, the vendor snarled and spat insults, calling the Autobots weak, pathetic stains on the universe and the like, but that didn’t really explain why they were hated in the first place.

This lead to continued confusion and miscommunication when it came to the Stations’ second accidental Cybertronian encounter. This time, with Autobots.

A small crew of younglings, a mixed crew of flight and ground frames which was standard for the Station population who saw nothing morally vile about either, had been sailing around from trade route to trade route. They had set out on a voyage to try stretching their wings in the vastness of the void. A little independent action. Unfortunately, no one in the small crew of five had any experience with comet storms. As a result, their small craft got wrecked and they ended up crash landing on a small colony planet on the outskirts of the Autobot Commonwealth and had to call a nearby Station ship to pick them up.

Fortunately, that ship consisted almost entirely of bots with Autobot emblems. Unfortunately, the crew arrived in a distinctly Decepticon ship. And the cherry on top, the colonists has reported the crashed younglings for suspicious (Decepticon) activity and the Elite Guard had come to... dispose of the threat. Threatened younglings plus protective Stationers did not make for a good first impression.

The only think that kept the younglings’ crash site from becoming a battlefield was the Elite Guard’s hesitance when they realized that the ‘Autobots’ that had arrived in the Decepticon style ship were missing war heroes. They had been told the mecha had died protecting the Commonwealth after they disappeared during a battle with a Decepticon fleet. The hesitance was enough for the arrived ‘Autobots’ to direct the younglings back to their ship and shoot a snarled threat to the Elite Guard that if they dared threaten their younglings again, they deactivate them painfully. “Consider this a warning.” With that, they boarded their ship and left, leaving a baffled and confused military.

Unfortunately, the Stations had a reputation for leaving bad first impressions, so they were not surprised. There was a reason diplomatic teams tried to make the first encounter, but merchant groups hardly took diplomats along with them. Mecha tried to minimize the damage done by first encounters and to spare their friends in diplomacy, and especially Kaon, the headache and paper work that came with crashing parties, but for the most part it was inevitable.

Oh well, they were used to amending botched political situations anyway. 

Just another day for the diplomats and legal teams of the Stations. Whoopie...

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