#sounds warm but soft and reminds me of candy so it makes them sweet

[asitrita]

Reasons why Doffy alway uses sunglasses (yes, all of them):

He always needed them because he has severe light sensibility (photophobia).

He did get hurt by that arrow, he miraculously didn't lose his eye, but he has a small scar and is almost fully blind on that eye (he can barely see some shadows and distinguish some objects) plus he has corneal opacity.

Though he has the eye shape of his mother's eyes, he has ice blue eyes, very similar shade as his father's, and he hates it when he sees himself in the mirror.

[jolalibrary]

you're a prize

joel miller x f!reader

summary: it's date night, and joel takes you to the fair

wordcount: 1.9k warnings: allusion and minor mention of smut. no outbreak. established relationship. joel is cute and wants to win you something. an: written for @iamasaddie's zodiac sign edition writing challenge. i got the lovely joel, fair au and virgo. I ignored the word limit, I’m sorry!!! thank you to the @thetriumphantpanda for proofing this little baby for me.

The air smells sweet as you step out of his truck.

Popcorn, cotton candy, and fried treats waft through the air, mingling with the cooling evening breeze as you take in the colourful stalls and bright lights.

The sound of his door slamming brings your attention back to him. His face is tight, unreadable—chest slightly puffed out, his hands fidgeting with his belt before he runs a thumb along the tucked-in edges of his shirt. Fixing. Adjusting for perfection, as though this were your first date and not close to the hundredth. When his eyes finally meet yours, you grin a little wider, and his own smile begins to break through.

It had been Tommy’s idea—but you’d suspected it was actually Sarah’s. The masterplan being laid out when you’d made coffee, the promise of an empty home, a coincidentally timed advert in the newspaper about the fair being in town as you looked at Joel:

Wanna take me to the fair, Miller? Show me how teenage you would have wooed me.

Sometimes, you can’t quite believe he’s yours.

A thing you’d said when you’d begun getting ready, your outfit laid out, putting your necklace on when he’d walked into the bedroom, shirt open, jeans unfastened, belt hanging there—a sinful picture that somehow was real and yours.

It’s why you’d breathed it out, caught off guard, made the two of you leave far later than you’d told yourselves when he’d left this morning. Your eyes having dragged up and down his frame in the mirror before you pressed the very same words to his mouth. Hungry, all of a sudden desperate. Fabric dragged down his arms, jeans somewhere at his ankles—pulling and tugging, needing more until he was on his back and you found yourself sliding down his cock, finding all semblance of words unable to form.

Somehow, even now, an hour later, you have to pinch yourself.

Unable to wrap your head around the fact that your things are alongside his. That you wake up and sleep beside him. A chance encounter, a right-place-right-time, turned relationship.

A thing you know he thinks too—confirming as much when sleep threatens to take him, the veil of honesty at its thinnest as he murmurs about not deserving you, that he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you the first time you’d met.

He makes up for the handful of hours he can give you between working, parenting and sleeping, by writing poems between your thighs, scriptures against your skin, mouth and neck. Making promises he did his darndest to keep.

“You look good, Miller. Don’t worry.”

“Not worryin’.”

You make a soft noise to yourself, offering your hand as the strings of multicoloured bulbs draped between the parking lot and the stalls flicker on, casting a warm glow across his face as you smile at him.

Date nights happen so infrequently, that you’re not sure you remember how they go outside of takeout and movies on the sofa. Not that you complain, happily trade almost any evening for one of them.

“God, you’re handsome,” you whisper, tightening your fingers around his hand—looping them, feeling how much larger his is, than yours—as your other arm bends at the elbow, slinging around his neck. “Fuck I’m one lucky lady.”

He snorts, loudly. His eyes flick to the side before they land back on you, bashful, soft, as he clears his throat and you scrape your nails against his scalp. “Think I’m the lucky one.”

You smile, all uncontrollably as you inhale the scent of his aftershave. It’s all wooden-edged, peppery—just him. Reminded all of a sudden to the wisp of it the night prior, the fan having picked it up, blew it across the room as you turned a page in your book and heard him sigh, would do anythin’ for you.

“I could kiss you.”

Licking his lips, flicking his gaze from yours to your mouth and back. “Yeah?”

You wonder if he catches how it leaves his lips. How wrecked it sounds, how it’s more gravel than velvet, making heat bloom in your stomach as you draw a shape along his scalp.

“Could. But won’t. I think I need a corndog, maybe a ride on the Big Wheel. Real date night vibes first—not often we have some alone time. Don’t want to squander what Tommy has given us.”

Scoffing, he shakes his head, “Tommy.”

Grinning, you nudge into him when he tugs you to begin walking. Glancing up to notice how the sky is shifting in real-time from deep blue to velvet indigo—feeling him release your hand, to slide an arm around your waist. Guiding. Leading through shifting crowds.

You feel grateful, almost overwhelmed, as you take in the scene around you. On both sides, colourful stalls burst with energy, each humming excitedly. The ring toss calls to you with glistening glass bottles and the satisfying clink of rings, while the joyful pops of balloons from a nearby dart game fill the air.

It becomes apparent, quickly, you’re not sure where he’s leading you—not as you pass cheers that grab your attention, only jolting back to him when he comes to a stop at a stall. One less busy, the outer edge overflowing with giant stuffed animals and oddities—

“Hey look, it’s you.”

Your eyes narrow, flitting around, staring as he squeezes your hip.

“There,” he whispers.

All gruff, right into your ear. His breath dances along your cheek. Making your throat dry, making heat bloom between your legs when his chest becomes flush with your spine, and you follow where his finger is pointing, finding at the end of it—

“A sloth. Like you.”

“Fuck you, Miller.”

His laugh ripples out of him, loud, cracking in places as he wraps an arm around your chest, keeping you pinned—letting you feel how it rumbles through him, vibrating your bones with it as you find it hard not to join him. Shaking your head, but smirking, staring up at him before he presses the softest kiss to your forehead.

The same kind he leaves in the morning when he gets up before you; the same one he leaves on your skin when he walks in and finds dinner cooked, and the evidence of a hard day on your face. The same one that means three words, a thing you’re happy to take, each and every time.

“Gonna win it for you.”

“Joel, c’mon, you don’t need to do that, can just go on the ride, grab a snack and go—”

“I’ll be quick. Promise,” he replies, tightening his hold across your chest, mouth dropping back to your ear as children scream as they run past, “Lemme win you a prize, baby.”

Rolling your eyes, tongue in cheek as you stare at him. “What if you’re the only prize I need?”

He contemplates, in the way he always does—mouth scrunching up, nose twitching. “Still gonna win you a sloth.”

Folding your arms, you see little point in arguing. Resting your hip against the side, watching him familiarise himself with the goal: aim the rifle at the row of little metal flaps and shoot them down one by one—each having painted in little ducks on in faded yellows, and in your opinion had seen better days.

It's odd to see a rifle in his hand—wooden, smooth, worn from countless hands over the years. You're so used to seeing him with a tool of some kind or a coffee mug when he's at home.

Joel's first go isn’t too bad. The second, third and fourth, range from worse to about the same.

Each time, he grumbles—a little grunt here, a fuck there. It hissed, whispered—right under his throat with the passing reminder of children still running around the place—as you shift from leaning to standing, and arms folded to hanging loose at your sides.

“Joel, c’mon, let’s go play something else—”

“Goddammit, I can do this.”

Placing your hand on his forearm, feeling it twitch under, spotting the way his bicep twitches under the fabric of his shirt, you busily focus on his face. “Hey, I know you can. But, I want to go on The Big Wheel—maybe, make out a little, you know? Little over the clothes. See what it was like to date teenage Joel Miller.”

His jaw ticks—teeth running over his bottom lip as his nostrils flare as he inhales. His grip remains tight on the toy, fingers flexing over the trigger as your palm rubs in a line up and down his arm.

“One more go, promise.”

Smiling, you close your eyes and shrug—dropping your hand. “One more go.”

Stepping back, watching him nod to the man to reset the metal flaps, you have a thought. “Hey.”

Brown eyes meet yours—the bulbs of the stall reflecting in them, making them shimmer, shine. His face smoothed out, soft, as though work hadn’t been stressing him for weeks, as though bills hadn’t been keeping him awake.

“You win me that sloth, Miller, maybe I’ll ask the guy at the Big Wheel if we can stop at the top and admire the view.”

His eyes narrow, staring, your tongue dragging along your upper lip before your teeth bite on your lower and you tilt your head. Then, his eyes flash.

Head turning, cracking it on either side as he adjusts his stance and squares his shoulders—his grip different, almost more expert as you press your thighs together at the sight of his arm flexing again, his neck tensing.

Then, he knocks one down and your pulse hammers in your ears. The second makes you jump a little, as your heart skips a beat in your chest.

And you know he still has three attempts for the third, plenty of time. But you pinch your thigh through the fabric skating over them. Trying to level your breathing; trying to not move in anticipation. Fingers almost wanting to cross as you stare at him, admiring, unable to tear your eyes away from him—

Then the third rings out.

Metal clanging—a win announced, practically bellowing and vibrating through the air as he cheers when the bell is rung and you find yourself with your arms around his neck. You don’t think as you press a kiss—all painted in joy, happiness and pride—against his cheek. Feeling his heart pounding in his chest when your hand slides over it, rubbing, trying to soothe it as he shakes his head in disbelief when the toys is held out to him.

He takes it, his hand large and strong, the same one that just skillfully shot down metal ducks to win you a prize. As he hands it to you, his other arm slips gently around your waist.

“Told you I’d win you it.”

“My hero,” you smirk, tapping his nose with the sloth’s hand.

Feeling him pinch your side, forcing a giggle out, he drops his voice again, “C’mon, want my prize now.”

“Am I not your prize?” you tease, smiling, faking innocence as he stares—blinking, unsure what to say.

“Some parts of you more than others.”

Grinning, mouth falling open in shock, you hear him chuckle. “Good job I’m interested in finding out what winning tastes like.”

His eyes darken, lips parting as you watch him swallow, before he groans all in the back of his throat. “Yeah?”

Nodding, you bite your lip. “Wanna see how much it costs us to have five minutes at the top?”

Joel practically drags you towards the Big Wheel, the fair music blaring from it as you clutch the sloth toy tight to your waist, trying to keep up with him, grinning, from ear to ear.

[seokminfilm]

mary janes | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warning: non-idol au, kindergarten teacher!seokmin, fluff & romance, kissing, mentions of marriage, slightly suggestive, seokmin uses love & sweetheart, reader uses love and seokmin's nicknames, reader is called mrs. lee by the children, christmas is literally so in, the usual "seokmin soft hours" turn into "(not-so) soft seokmin hours"

Kids ran around like crazy as people started to settle into their seats, and the kindergarten teachers patrolled backstage, browsing to make sure all of their kids were ready and in position. You smiled at two of them as they passed, and they waved at you, familiar with you since you were related to Seokmin, your boyfriend of a year and one of the aforementioned kindergarten teachers.

“Ji-ah?” Seokmin asked, and a tiny female voice answered with a chirpy “Here!”, causing him to smile and mark at his clipboard again. “Seojoon–we are not using the confetti baskets yet. Put them down.” Seokmin sighed tiredly, and the troublemaker reluctantly applied, dropping the basket as other kids snickered.

“Alright, everyone! We’re almost there—” Seokmin consoles the impatient children, glancing down at his watch as he smiles. “Just twenty more minutes.”

“Twenty more minutes?” A little girl asks, and half of the class groans and sighs. “I can’t wait any more! I want to go sing now!” “Why do we have to wait?” “Ugh, this is gonna take forever!” The bunch of kids started complaining, little voices coming together to make a stew of impatient sounds, to which Seokmin had to silence them all.

“If you all listen to me and just continue having quiet talking sessions, time will fly by quickly, I promise,” Seokmin’s brown eyes were wide as he gave them a sweet smile, and all of them were easily persuaded, falling to the ground as they sat with their friends and talked. 

Warm with the feeling of greeting parents, grandparents, and family members, and the lingering spirit of decorating the school’s lobby and handing out candy canes warming your heart even more, you came to approach your boyfriend, tapping him on the shoulder as he turned to you.

“And there’s my love.” His voice softened, reminding you of the intimate times you spent at home together, baking Christmas cookies or decorating your small apartment.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Seokmin kissed your cheek, and you smiled, holding his hand as you greeted him. “Hi, Seok. Is everything going well?”

He laughs dryly, rubbing his forehead tiredly as he mumbles, “Surprisingly. I think it’s a Christmas miracle.” You laugh animatedly at his apparent tiredness, and you squeeze his muscled arm hiding under his collared black suit, giving him a sweet smile.

“You’re doing great, love.” You promise, and Seokmin can’t help but break into his signature dazzling smile, leaning into you as a type of discreet hug.

“Mrs. Lee!” One of the students happily exclaims, and the whole class erupts in cheers to which you try to calm them all, pulling away to give each of them a hug.

All of Seokmin’s class were enamored with you—they treated you so much differently from Seokmin and listened to you faster than they did any teacher.

They referred to you with Seokmin’s last name, and no matter how much you corrected them, they never stopped. Even though it made you blush, Seokmin found it quite cute, and therefore the kids continued to call you Mrs. Lee.

“Hi, everyone! Are we all excited?” You ask, and the small crowd of kids erupt into cheers and chatting, to which both you and Seokmin get them to quiet down. “I’m excited to hear you all too. Just please keep quiet for me, okay? We’re starting in ten minutes now.” 

“Ten minutes?” “Ten minutes!” “That’s still so long!” “Oh, I can’t wait to sing and wave to my mommy and daddy!” The kids all run up to you and express their excitement, to which you laugh and cheer them all on as you interact with them quietly.

Seokmin’s eyes light up with love for you as he watches you interact with his students like it’s second nature to you. You weren’t a teacher or a person who worked with kids often, as you were a barista at a low-energy cafe where college students spend their mid-terms: you still interacted with children like you were made for it, and it made Seokmin’s heart pound as you hugged a rather shy girl, making sure to comfort her apparent nerves.

At that moment in time, Seokmin wondered what it would be like to give you a baby of your own. He dreamed about how it would have his nose and your soft lips, and how you’d love it and take care of it just like you did the children of his classroom. A tiny boy’s hands wrapped around your hands had Seokmin’s heart melt a little more, and he had to bite back the urge to kiss you out of your pretty red dress and Mary Jane heels you had worn for the occasion.

“Mr. Lee, I have to tinkle.” The shockingly vulgar comment slapped Seokmin back into the now—back into the craziness of there being less than five minutes before the classes assembled on the stage, and back to the fact that a little boy about the age of 5 had to pee.

“You have to use the bathroom? Now?” Seokmin’s face was quite red from the fact he was thinking about some not-so-kindergarten-friendly things about you while surrounded by five-year-olds and a child had tugged on his pants to let him know that he had to tinkle.

“Mhm, I can’t wait.” The boy frowned, and Seokmin put his hand on the boy’s back, leading him to you as he sighed. “Hey, love, can you take Seunghae to the bathroom?” Seokmin sighed, and you looked at him surprised, stunned by both his reddened face and the red face of the kid who had to use the bathroom—currently holding his crotch with an urgency in his eyes. Wanting to question Seokmin as to why his cheeks were a bright red, you nodded quickly, escorting Seungjae to the tiny, slightly rickety bathroom backstage.

Once you finally got Seungjae to stop sniffing the scented cubes decorating the dusty bathroom, you ushered him back to Seokmin’s now-standing class, inserting him into the line as all the kids were giving Seokmin tiny thumbs up as he prepared to go out and speak to the eager congregation.

“You’ve got this, Minnie. You’re gonna do great.” You give him a quick, modest peck to his warm cheekbone, and he smiles at you, eyes raking over your pretty features he had memorized a thousand times before as he fell in love with you a little more. “Thank you, sweetheart. Keep them organized for me.”

You smile before quieting the kids, giving him a pretty, dazzling smile as he feels all his worries and tenseness wither away in the blink of your sparkling eyes. He enters the stage as a new person, overjoyed and more than ready to lead the children through the Christmas program he had worked so hard to present.

“Goodbye, Mr. Lee! See you in three weeks!” One of the girls you had recognized as one of the ones who had a massive crush on Seokmin squealed, and he smiled, handing the sign-out clipboard to another parent whose child was holding onto his hand, tears in his eyes as if he didn’t want to leave.

The Christmas program was a success—even with its slipups and unexpected plot twists. All the children were on their best behavior, even if some had their unexpected spotlights (referring to that one part of 12 Days of Christmas where the kid burst out into tears instead of saying five golden rings), and the parents gave everyone a standing ovation at the end.

“I don’t wanna leave you!” The kid screamed as tears poured down his face, and Seokmin dropped to his knees, wiping the tears away from the boy as he gave a soft smile.

“You have three weeks of no school and no counting! Enjoy it for me, okay?” Seokmin holds up his hand for a high five, and the boy slowly calms down, giving him a high five nevertheless as his dad picks him up and thanks Seokmin before saying goodbye.

“Good work tonight, love. You were great with the kids. I think they love you more than me.” Seokmin frowns, and you can’t help but laugh, hand landing on his firm chest as he smiles down at you. “I love you more than me, so I can’t pretend like they’re wrong for that.” You reply, and Seokmin glares at you, a playful yet warning look on his face as he crosses his arms.

“You better not love yourself more than me. You’re just as special to you as I am to you.” Seokmin’s voice is serious, and you kiss the tip of his nose, watching as his hard countenance breaks and reveals his famous wide smile and sparkling, crescent-shaped eyes as you sigh.

“Okay, okay. Don’t lose it just yet, Mr. Lee.” You tap his lapel, and he just grins at you, smile fading just a bit as you check the clipboard, your eyes dancing over the now checked-off names.

“Well, that’s everyone,” You mark the last name off on the clipboard, double-checking as you look at Seokmin again. His eyes are already on yours, and the soft smile on his lips is enough to make your whole body heat up. “What?”

“You look so pretty, baby. I love your Mary Janes and those delicate sparkly tights you have on.” Seokmin’s hand ghosts over your waist and glides down your hip slowly before you giggle, pulling away. “Thank you, Minnie—you do know we’re still in the school’s foyer, right?”

“I do,” Seokmin’s voice is lowered, and he looks at you with those pretty brown eyes, hand going to cup your cheek as he smiles. “We are done with the Christmas program, and I’m allowed to go home, so why don’t we change that?”

“Yeah, okay,” you agree, clearly softened by Seokmin’s smooth, enticing voice. He giggles at your dazed expression and takes your hand, quickly saying goodbye to his chatting co-workers before leading you to the car.

Even though it was cold outside and snow was falling, you didn’t feel the chill at all. It felt overwhelmingly warm between you and now hot and bothered boyfriend Seokmin, and you both knew there was only one way to solve that problem.

One you couldn’t solve with your pretty Mary Janes on.

[little-diable]

Christmas Trip - Jasper Hale (smut)

Just another Christmas Drabble. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. Xxx

Summary: Jasper takes the reader to a Christmas market and she’s ready to properly thank him for it.

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (m), road head

Pairing: Jasper Hale x fem!reader (1k words)

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” (Y/n)’s soft voice filled the car, eyes set on Jasper’s features. He shot her a smile, cold hand finding her cheek to pull her in for a kiss that made her heart skip a beat or two.

“You know I’d do anything for you.” His words made heat rise to her face, still not used to being treated this kindly by a man she was head over heels in love with. (Y/n) pressed her forehead against his, cherishing his closeness for another moment before slowly parting from him again.

“I know, Jas’, and you know I’ll gladly reward you later for doing this with me.” Her chuckles filled the evening as she stepped out into the cold before he could reply. Instantly her attention was drawn towards the small Christmas market, the stalls offering food and handmade goods. Jasper found her hand to pull her along, keeping close to (y/n) who looked like a child in a candy store.

“You don’t know how happy this makes me.” She shifted her weight onto her toes to press a kiss to his cheek, fuelled by her gratefulness and excitement. He squeezed her hand, trying to let his attention rest on her and not on the different smells lingering in the cold air, accompanied by the sounds the crowd surrounding them made.

Something about this evening had something awfully special to (y/n), something she had been aching for the past years. Spending time with her boyfriend was always special, of course it was, and yet this evening was different somehow. Perhaps it was the fault of the many blinking lights that wrapped them in a soft glow. Perhaps it was the fault of the sweet scent she clung to, reminding her of her childhood. Perhaps it was simply the fault of Jasper, who had put so much effort into making this possible for her.

She felt him close wherever they went, looking at crafts, speaking to a few locals, cuddling for a moment while she sipped on her hot drink. And all Jasper could do was admire her, the way her body clearly fought against the cold nibbling on her cheeks and nose, how she seemed to cuddle herself against him at any given chance, further strengthening their bond.

Only as they made their way back to the car, set on warming (y/n) up, did she let go of his hand, “Thank you, Jas’. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

“You’re stealing the words right out of my mouth, darlin’.” He shot her his signature smirk before he started the car, driving back towards Forks while (y/n) slowly began to warm up. For a while, neither of them spoke, lingering in their memories of this evening, how her smile had grown brighter with every passing minute, how she had clung to her newfound happiness like the luckiest woman earth had ever seen.

Her eyes lingered on his side profile, thoughts set on the reward she had promised him. Jasper must have felt the switch in her emotions, letting his grin linger on his lips while her hand found his thigh, stroking along the cold fabric. He didn’t move, kept his eyes focused ahead to give (y/n) the confidence to keep moving, shifting in her seat to reach his crotch.

“Fuck, darlin’. Careful there, don’t want you risking your safety.” She could only hum, not picking up on his words as she brushed her fingers along the stretched fabric. It didn’t take her long to free his hardening cock from the confines of his clothes, she spat into her palm before she began to stroke the soft skin.

Jasper’s raspy moans filled the car, eyes flickering to meet her widening pupils. She looked like a goddess to him, wrapped in the dark lingering in the car, emanating something soft though teasing enough to push him further towards his doom. (Y/n) was his everything, something to love and to cherish, while keeping a protective hold that was supposed to keep her chained to him until the end of this very earth.

His name left her, rolling off her tongue as if she wanted to speak her truth - no needed to give room to the adoration she couldn’t shake. But no further word left her, nothing but the echo of his name that rang in his ears all while (y/n) moved again. With that innocent look in her eyes, she stared up at him, watching his reactions the second her tongue brushed over the tip of his cock.

Jasper’s moan filled the car, guiding her to take more of him down her throat. The taste of his precum stuck to her, all too familiar as it reminded her of the endless hours they’ve spent tangled between the sheets. She loved being this close to him, loved the feeling of his twitching cock pressing against her tongue. He was the centre of her world, the one thing she’d never let go of.

“God, that mouth of yours is heavenly, darlin’.” His cold hand found her neck, holding onto her in a possessive manner. Jasper didn’t allow her to move - not that she wanted to - he needed her close, ready to fill her mouth with his much needed release. She gagged around him the second he jerked his hips, forcing his cock further down her throat.

She was making a mess on his thighs, saliva dripping from her lips as if her mouth was watering from the mere sight of him. And it was, fuelled by her never ending need for her partner. (Y/n) pulled away for a second, pumping him faster with her skilled fingers while deeply inhaling.

“Want you to fill my mouth, Jas, please.” The words filled the car before she took him back into her mouth. Another groan left him, rumbling through Jasper before a “fuck” clawed its way out of him. He came in her mouth with a raspy sound, filling her cheeks with his cum and the taste she loved.

For just a flicker of a second, he closed his eyes, letting the feeling wash through him while she greedily swallowed. Then his eyes were back on the road, filled with a dangerous twinkle that told her he’d ruin her tonight.

[dearggntlereader]

2nd: Gingerbread House ༻¨ : ·.. ｡⋆⍋*｡

Remus Lupin x reader CW: flustered Remus Lupin, kissing (?)

Remus always thought himself quite talented at charms. Well, maybe not talented like Sirius but he always made sure to balance that out with his excessive research and careful execution.

He always excelled at simple and more complicated charms in and out of the classroom, which caused him to assume some simple swings of his wand would make your and his baking date a bit more exciting for you.

And maybe he got a bit too cocky, trying to impress you, even when he knew very well that you did not need him to. Still, it’s your first date and he had been assured by his mates that he should put in some effort.

He had it all planned out.

Lumos Vitrum for softly glowing windows.

Fumos Dolcis for sugar like smoke coming from the chimney.

Scintillae Dulcia for sparkling and shimmering candy decorations.

Ambulocibus Dulcis to make the gingerbread man do a little dance with his gingerbread-wife.

And lastly, Nixus Placida for a gentle snowfall of powdered sugar.

All very easy but impressive charms. Remus would usually be able to perform them perfectly at 3am, high on 3 cups of coffees and sleep deprived.

He felt like James, fumbling any easy task in front of Regulus, as he tried to give the house some extra magical charm.

The structure of the house was finished already and you were looking at him all smiley and excited, pressing your lips to his every few minutes.

Your first kiss had been a few days prior but the prickly, excited feeling in his stomach had faded no more, now.

The glow in your bright eyes had reminded him of the first charm. He took out his charm with your soft eyes locked onto him and thighs pressed close to his.

Right before he was about to start the movement with his wand you pressed a long kiss on his upper cheek, right on his deepest scar. Your lips were warm and soft, loving as they pressed onto his skin.

The heat that took to his face will not be mentioned.

He blinked hard before focusing back onto the house. “Lumos Vitrum,” he whispered, his voice cracking the tiniest bit at the last second.

The windows started shining softly and your light gasp brought a smile to his face. He looked at you to drink in your lovely reaction, not realizing that the windows were flickering a bit every time his heartbeat heightened slightly from looking at you.

That’s really where it started getting out of order.

You were being so incredibly sweet, kissing him long and gentle. “This is so sweet, Remmy.” you muttered, the words lost in the kiss.

“It’s not a complicated charm,” Remus explained, still slightly panting from the kiss.

“Still, it’s cute.”

Another kiss.

At that point he just had to continue, wanting to bring that light of excitement to your eyes again.

Except, the sugar smoke ended up more like big cotton candy clouds looming over you two.

But, they made you laugh and you leaned closer to him. So really, it was a success.

Then, the candy started actually throwing sparks at you and the little gingerbread man simply stood up and walked away while his now ex-wife started destroying the house.

“God, they’re divorced.” you laughed, bumping his shoulder as he looked at the mess in shock. What did he do wrong?

You look at him with a humorous glint in your eyes. “Let’s hope that’s not a bad omen for our relationship.”

"Well, I suppose we can rule out a career in magical pastry arts for me," he muttered, waving his wand to tame the rogue gingerbread man, which had stubbornly marched in circles like it had somewhere very important to be. 

"Maybe they just have a dramatic flair for storytelling. Every great gingerbread house needs a subplot, right?"

You burst out laughing at that, Remus’ slight embarrassment and dry tone sending you over the edge.

He couldn’t help but smile, the sound of your laughter cutting through his flustered state.

You giggled as you calmed down, looking at him again. “Who doesn’t love a good subplot?”

Another kiss.

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

Obsessed Song

Judge Claude Frollo x fem!reader

warning : obsession, religion, kissing, implied naive reader, implied murder

Summary : The sound of love can quickly become a symphony of passion, especially in the case of the divinely appointed Judge Claude Frollo, who will have this lovely flower in his clutches no matter what has to be done.

Info : So I'm back with another Frollo story and it took so long to write again for him. So for myself and you all here it is a new ,,sweet" story for our fav Judge ;)

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A sound so fine and bright reached his ears again, he heard the sound coming from her room. At the judge's request, he always made her play, her bewitching sound wafted through his house and even the guards outside, he knew with disgust, listened to her play.

But her beauty would be his. She would be his. Once he had her in his clutches he could lay his hands on her and place the golden ring on her fingers. All that was needed was the help of the Archdeacon, his word spoken, this angel would be his.

The slow plucking of the harp let him know that she was waiting for him, dutifully following his command. Glancing out of the window, the city lay bathed in the golden sun of the afternoon. The inhabitants full of sin, sin he did not have, unlike them, he was true.

His word was law since he had this place since he had taken in this freak, he was the judge. The judge who was invited to tea one day in the courtyard of the Archdeckan, the two of them talking about the new affairs of the city. He took a sip from the expensive porcelain cup and almost choked on the warm drink.

An eye-candy of a delicate woman came out of the house to the inn, carrying a silver tray with cookies and pastries. ,,Tell me, sweet lady, did you make these delicious treats?" He had asked then, rising from his seat and bowing to her curtsy, kissing the back of her hand and giving her a gentle smile. The fire, the knowledge of betterment, had burned in him.

He had feasted on her heated cheeks, the uncertain, slightly shy smile, the hands hastily hidden behind her back, a lady who became full of shame in the face of her lord. Her immaculateness, her innocence in that moment when he had seen her in the courtyard he knew he wanted her no he had to have her there was no other way.

It was easier to convince the Archdeacon that this beautiful flower of the city could play for the King of France with his connections that went high into the monarch's palace, he could make it happen. ,,But until then, I would teach her personally," he had told his old acquaintance before leading the pretty girl from her room to the carriage.

Sitting opposite her in the carriage, he had seen her nervous look, so full of innocence that he knew she knew nothing but the 'safe' part of the city. ,,You're nervous don't worry my dear I'll have you home safely" he assured her and with a knock on the wood of the carriage it started to move.

The horses whinnied as the crack of the whip sounded, reminding him for a moment of torture in the cellars. The cellar in which he had left his own corpses and wilted flowers. But no, he wouldn't hurt her, at least not until she tried to give her flowers to someone else.

His rings on his fingers he knew the feeling of placing them around the warm soft neck of a woman. It was an ecstasy he felt every time he was God at that moment. He would do it again if he had to, and his he would take her sweet sounds her sweetness if she threatened to leave him. But this time something told him that this would not happen. He would not allow it.

One thing that made his darling sway as the carriage turned a sharp corner and her failure to hold on caused her to move forward. Her hand rested against his leg while he held her other hand against her, a closeness she was not used to, as he quickly realized.

She seemed to burn in his fire, the sweet scent of rosewater familiar and yet addictive. ,,I'm sorry-I'm sorry my lord," she mumbled, trying to disengage as she took in his presence and realized what she was doing here.

Frollo, on the other hand, had held her for a moment, slowly letting his hand wander over hers, supposedly searching for an injury before he slowly released her. ,,The main thing is that you haven't hurt yourselves, my darling," he assured her and saw with a suppressed grin that she was only now taking her hand from him, too, savoring his closeness to the last moment.

He was convinced of it. But he himself had felt her rapid heartbeat, her hand on him, she wanted it, she wanted him, she wanted to plunge into a sin that he had brought forth. For a flower tainted by sin and impurity would only become pure again under the finest holy light.

Turning his gaze away from the window and back to the present, he took the wine with him that he wanted to fetch from the wooden cupboard in the kitchen.

The fine metal of the goblets rang in the room as he turned away and walked back to her in the music room with the things in his hands. ,,I'm back my dear, a little nourishment for an exhausted body," he said softly and placed the objects on one of the finely crafted wooden tables before the music died out seconds later and he saw her put down her harp and come back to him in the corner of his eye.

,,Thank you my lord father was right I can't thank you enough…your kindness and graciousness not every lady of Paris can say she was taught by someone like you" came her praise her modesty made her hastily reach for her goblet for fear of making a promise and saying something else.

But he enjoyed her talk, he enjoyed everything about her and knew she would continue, he had already accompanied her on the harpsichord, helping her to keep the melody. He saw exactly how the wine slightly discolored her lips if the sweetish red had not been dark enough like blood, like that on the lips of the whores on the streets.

No she was different it was like playing with fire and he was going to burn it all down if it meant she stayed with him. He became her only source of life. ,,Continue your playing dear, I will guide your posture," he commanded and took the goblet from her hand before she picked up the harp again and let her fingers wander over the sides.

The notes rang out again from the room and traveled through the house, but Frollo was full of admiration. ,,Very good…like god's angels in the holy realm…but still the weight of sin," he praised before noticing how she held her arm too high, ruining her form and disturbing the image of beauty.

Moving closer to her, his fine, cool fingers tipped with rhinestones placed themselves on her arm, directing her into the perfect position as he almost pressed himself against her, smelling her sweet scent from her hair and body.

The angle allowed him to look at her chest because of his height, a sight of her undressed body in his mind that he would get either way once he became her one and only once the ring was on her finger. But he pulled himself together to unleash his will on her now, the fire of hell would burn her now. Like everything, it still needed a little time.

He released his fingers from her corrected arm and placed his hand on her playing hand, holding her tightly while his other hand went to her hip. The movement was so light as a breeze that an outsider would not really notice it. But he noticed it, he knew that she felt him touching her, enjoying her, letting the symphony play through the room, losing himself in the mix and never wanting to stop.

Having her so close to him was irresistible. Irresistible but not infinite when he realized that the guards were announcing the carriage at the door and had to snatch his pretty note, his body, his song away from him again.

But with the fading of her harp playing, he reluctantly detached himself from her, ,,You have improved a lot, lovely girl," he praised her as she wrapped up her harp and curtseyed to him, thanking him for his praise and patience before taking her hand again.

He left a gentle kiss on the back of her hand before he released her from her cage and let her go to the carriage to the outside world. But he was sure that the next time they met, the golden ring on her finger would form a key that would lock her sound in his house. Then he would have her for himself forever.

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@ria-coolgirl , @lola-max-sugar , @judgefrollo24 , @mommmysstuff , @fantadym , @missmannequin , @imjadensstuff , @wiiderlich

[bun-lapin]

The Gingerbread Gauntlet (part 1)

Summary: The housewardens have a gingerbread house competition

A/N: I meant to have this ready for before Christmas but of course, life had other plans lol The good news though is that I have a whole bunch of new writing ideas and I'm hoping to bust out of my little creative slump once the holiday chaos dies down a bit <3 The overall fic is a bit long so I decided to break it into smaller parts for readability. I'll be posting one part per day and will add links for the other parts after they post <3

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4/END - AO3 (whole fic)

Word Count: 1.6k CW: crack, silly, shouting, insults, mild swearing, candy/gingerbread

Winter at Night Raven College was a time even more magical than usual. Although the cafeteria was mostly empty, the sight of festive winter garlands draped elegantly along the walls, combined with the soft sounds of crackling flames in the grand fireplace, brought a cozy sense of winter cheer to the room. The alluring scents of sugary treats and winter spices wafted through the warm air from the kitchen nearby and from a long, solitary table set up by the doors to the kitchen. Already covered with an assortment of candies and plates of oddly shaped gingerbread cookies, the table was the very picture of a sweet and festive feast. Around the table, seven striking figures were seated an equal distance from each other and, as the snow softly began to fall from the sky outside, they quietly worked with the bounty of sugary confections before them.

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“I swear on the Noble Rulebook of the Queen of Hearts, if I find out someone has been hoarding all of the rose-shaped peppermints, it’s off with everyone’s heads!”

Leona drowsily raises an eyebrow at Riddle and smirks, “What’s the matter, housewarden? We just started. You losing your temper already?”

Riddle scoffs and wrinkles his nose at Leona’s slouching posture, “I’m not losing my temper! I’m trying to make sure there is an equitable distribution of candy decorations for everyone present to construct their gingerbread houses!” He picks up a paper that looks like an architectural blueprint and angrily jabs a finger at a particular section of the diagram. “I am building a gingerbread model of the Heartslabyul rose maze–to scale, I might add–and I require exactly 68 rose-shaped peppermints to construct it.”

Leona slowly blinks at the intricately detailed design in Riddle’s hands and then shakes his head with a soft chuckle. Reaching under his seat, he pulls out a large, glass bowl of rose-shaped candies and passes it to the Heartslabyul housewarden. Ignoring the death glare from Riddle, he turns to the other housewardens seated around the table and asks, ”Can someone remind me again why we’re doing this stupid gingerbread house competition? This seriously feels like a waste of my precious free time.”

Vil looks up from his gingerbread construction with an expression of withering scorn on his face, “We just went over everything not even a moment ago. Did you actually forget or were you just not paying attention in the first place?”

Kalim lets out a bright and hearty laugh from his seat at the table, “I think this is going to be a really fun activity!” He holds up a small gingerbread cookie decorated with dark colored icing and licorice in the image of Dire Crowley, “Plus, we have to do this because the headmaster asked us to!”  Waving the Crowley cookie in the air, he speaks in a surprisingly accurate impression of the headmaster, “I’ll be damned if I let those fools at RSA take home the trophy for the Isle of Sage’s gingerbread house competition another year in a row!”

Leona shakes his head with a slightly aggravated sigh, “I’m still failing to see why I, or any of us for that matter, should care about this useless endeavor.”

With a piping bag of white icing in one hand, Azul laughs softly and adjusts his glasses with the other hand, “There’s also the fact that whoever makes the best gingerbread house here today will receive a free PE class credit.”

Leona’s eyebrows rise in mild surprise and then he smirks. “Is that so? Well I suppose that explains why that guy over there is actually here in person for once,” he says as he points down towards the other end of the table.

Idia peers up from his work, the expression on his face equal parts gloomy and irritated, “Listen, I will do anything if it means I can miss any amount of PE.” Turning back to his geometric gingerbread design with a pout, he mutters under his breath, “Although, the main reason I’m actually here is because Ortho literally shot down my gingerbread construction drone.”

With a softly amused smile on his face, Malleus turns in his seat next to the Ignihyde housewarden and says, “Do try to cheer up, Idia. I’ve always felt that festive occasions such as these should be attended in person. A contraption built for the sole purpose of constructing with gingerbread could never replace someone special like you.”

“Oh-! Uh-! Th-thanks Malleus-shi! Th-that’s really nice of you to say,” Idia replies with a nervous grin. While keeping his gaze pinned to his work on the table, he then smoothly reaches into his pocket and rapid-fire taps out a message into his smartphone: AAGGGHH!!! WHYYY IS THE HEIR APPARENT OF BRIAR VALLEY SITTING NEXT TO ME?? SO DISTRACTING  (╥﹏╥)

A message notification chimes out from the phone in Azul’s front jacket pocket. After checking to make sure his hands are clean of icing, he takes out his phone and reads the message. With a playful smirk on his face, he taps out his reply: Honestly, I’m more surprised by the fact that Crowley actually remembered to invite Malleus this time. What a rare event!

Idia’s phone buzzes quietly in his pocket and he looks down to swiftly check the message. He glares over at Azul with a small frown and quickly types: yo speaking of rare events! are you wearing the glasses i made for you?? the ones with the built-in camera and mic?? because i deffo remember you saying that they were useless and not your style (¬､¬)

The sound of the cafeteria door loudly creaking open suddenly cuts off Idia and Azul’s silent conversation. All of the assembled housewardens turn to see two fluffy ears atop a head of messy, sandy-brown hair enter the room. With a mischievous grin and a hissing-kind of chuckle, Ruggie waves to the group, “Heya, everyone! I’m here for the gingerbread house competition.”

Riddle frowns at Ruggie while balancing two pieces of messily frosted gingerbread in his hands, “No, you certainly are not! This competition is for housewardens only!”

Leona lets out a loud yawn as he waves Ruggie over to the table. Turning to the rest of the group he explains, “It’s alright, I’m the one who called him here.” Handing Ruggie a piping bag of icing, Leona adds, “He’s gonna build my gingerbread house for me while I take a nap under the table.” Cries of outrage erupt from around the table and Leona’s ears twitch angrily as he raises his eyebrows at the grumbling housewardens.

While carefully setting down a slanted piece of gingerbread atop his elegantly constructed house, Vil states bluntly, “Ruggie is not allowed to build your house for you, Leona. Crowley explicitly instructed us to build these gingerbread houses without any magic or outside assistance.” Raising one perfectly shaped eyebrow, he smirks and adds, “If you want this free class credit, you’re going to have to put in some amount of work for once in your life.”

Leona directs a questioning look towards Ruggie who, in turn, raises his shoulders and shakes his head in resignation. Leona waves a hand dismissively at Ruggie, effectively shooing him out of the room, and clicks his tongue with annoyance, “Fine, fine. I got it. You don’t have to be such a bitch about it, though.” Grabbing a handful of candies and pieces of gingerbread, he then quickly and expertly begins assembling them together.

Without looking up from his work, Vil smoothly pipes extra icing on the corners of his house and replies in an even tone, “Call me by that word again and I’ll shave off all of your hair to weave into a throw rug for the Pomefiore common room.”

“Hey Vil,” Leona chirps out a soft whistle to catch the Pomefiore housewarden’s attention.

Letting out a short, aggravated sigh, Vil rolls his eyes and then looks over at Leona. “What,” he flatly asks.

With a heavy thud, Leona sets the end result of his hard work for the last few minutes on the table in front of him. Made from rounded pieces of gingerbread and decorated with brightly colored candies, is a large replica of a hand with a raised middle finger. Standing up from his seat, Leona flashes everyone a triumphant little smirk and then saunters out of the room without another word. 

The remaining housewardens silently watch him leave and, as the cafeteria door creaks shut, they return to their work with a softly murmured chorus of disapproval. An uncharacteristic silence settles over the group as everyone focuses on their individual gingerbread designs for the next few minutes.

Kalim finally breaks into the quiet with a bright laugh, “It's too bad Leona decided to leave early! I just finished making his cookie counterpart!” He holds up a Leona-shaped gingerbread cookie decorated with chocolate candies and a tiny feline scowl drawn in icing.

Looking up from his work, Vil studies the little cookie with an irritated glare. Wordlessly, he reaches across the table to pluck the Leona cookie from Kalim’s hand and then snaps the head off of the gingerbread figure. Handing the beheaded cookie back to Kalim, Vil flatly states, “My apologies.”

After carefully laying the broken pieces of Leona on a plate, Kalim holds up two additional gingerbread figures. One is decorated with marshmallow pieces and little wolf ears. The other is decorated with fluffy peanut butter frosting and hyena ears. Waving the wolf-eared cookie through the air, Kalim yells in a low, gruff voice, “Oh no! Housewarden Leona! I'll find out who did this to you and avenge the honor of our dorm!” Wiggling the hyena-eared cookie, Kalim says in a smoother, teasing voice, “Shyeheehee! Does this mean I get the rest of the day off?”

-continued in part 2-

[drtyelvisfantasy]

Coney Island Baby🛼🍦 ౨ৎ

Parings: Elvis Presley x reader

*50s Elvis

Summary: You and Elvis spend a romantic night at Coney Island. With thrilling rides, carnival games, and beautiful beach sunset. With your love blossoming under the Coney Island lights

Song for fic: Coney Island Baby- The Excellents

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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the boardwalk, you and Elvis strolled hand in hand, your laughter intertwined with the sounds of crashing waves and bustling crowds. The air was filled with a contagious energy, the scent of cotton candy and salty sea breeze, as the two of you made your way through the vibrant Coney Island.

"Y'know, darlin', I've always wanted to take someone special to Coney Island," Elvis grinned, his charming blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "And I can't think of anyone more special than you."

Heat rushed up to your checks as you blushed, feeling your heart flutter at the sincere sweetness in Elvis's voice. "I'm so lucky to be here with you, Elvis. It's like a dream come true."

Elvis chuckled, his voice filled with genuine affection. "Well, let's make this dream unforgettable, sugar."

You and Elvis approached a colorful booth, adorned with various stuffed animals and prizes that seemed almost impossible to win. You had your eye on a particular stuffed bear, the bear was huge and was pink with white hearts. You begged Elvis to win it for you, you even threatened him with tears just to get the stuffed bear. Elvis confidently stepped up, ready to take on the challenge. He picked up a few rings and aimed them at the bottles, his concentration evident on his face.

With each successful toss, you clapped and cheered, your eyes shining with pride for your talented boyfriend. Elvis's determination paid off as he won a large pink and white teddy bear, which he immediately presented it two you with a playful wink.

"Here you go, sweetheart," Elvis chuckled, holding out the bear. "Now you'll always have something to remind you of this magical night."

You hugged the teddy bear tightly, grateful for the thoughtful gesture. "Thank you, Elvis. I'll cherish it forever."

With prizes in hand, the two of you meandered through the park, enjoying thrilling rides and indulging in delicious carnival snacks. You couldn't help but giggle as Elvis challenged you to a friendly water gun game, your laughters echoing through the air as the two playfully sprayed each other.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, Elvis led you towards the sandy beach. The two found a cozy spot and settled down, your toes buried in the soft sand. Elvis wrapped his arm around the your shoulders, pulling you close as the both of you gazed out at the breathtaking view.

"Even with all the fame and fortune, moments like these with you are what truly matters," Elvis murmured, his voice filled with vulnerability. "Just being able to share these simple, beautiful moments—it's what makes life worth living."

You snuggled closer, resting your head on Elvis's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "I feel the same way, Elvis. It's the genuine connection we have that makes everything else fade away."

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence, watching as the sun dipped lower, casting a radiant glow that painted the world in warm hues. It was in these quiet moments that your love truly flourished, an unspoken understanding and affection binding the two of you together.

As the last rays of sunlight disappeared beyond the horizon, Elvis pressed a tender kiss against your forehead. "I love you, darlin'. Thank you for being a part of my life."

Your heart swelled with love, your voice filled with emotion. "I love you too, Elvis. Thank you for showing me a love I never thought possible."

With the backdrop of Coney Island's twinkling lights and the rhythmic sound of the waves, the both of you continued to revel in each other's presence, cherishing the memories you both had created on this enchanting date.

Together, you both knew that no matter what the future held, your love would always be as timeless as the memories you shared under the Coney Island lights.

[ssavinggrace]

@drewlover

your annabeth post about her 'having so much love to give' I kinda wrote a bit on that. and drew something- also the brownie recipe in this y'all gotta try.

page 1. one of many recepies percy loves.

sally's brownies prep time-fifteen minutes. cook time-thirty minutes. total-forty five minutes. one cup of melted butter -1/2 cups of unsweetened coco powder -2 cups of all-purpose flour -4 large eggs -4 teaspoons of vanilla extract -as much blue food dye as you want. sally said 'I usually put in twenty five drops, which is alot, but Percy loves it.' icing - 1/4 cups of softened butter - 1/4 cup of milk. sally uses 2% -1/4 cup if unsweetened coco powder - 3 cups powdered sugar Instructions Preheat oven to 350° F. -Line a 9x13-inch baking dish with foil and spray foil with non-stick spray. Set aside. - In the bowl of an electric stand-mixer, add the melted butter and cocoa powder. Using the paddle attachment, blend till smooth. Add the flour and sugar. Beat together then add eggs and vanilla. Mix just until combined. Don't over mix. The batter will be thick -Pour batter into prepared baking dish and spread out evenly. Bake 25 to 35 minutes or until toothpick inserted in center comes out clean. Remove brownies from oven and let stand 15 minutes before frosting. -You want the brownies still warm when you frost them! -FOR CHOCOLATE FROSTING: Beat together all the frosting ingredients until smooth. Pour and spread over warm brownies. Let cool completely before cutting and serving.

page 2. my beautiful boy 💙

percy has a series of scars down his back.  one long one Down the middle of his back, vertical way. he has five, small thin scars across this scar. he has a a set of three scars down his left shoulder blade, clearly from a monster. some maybe from Gabe. when studying, percy let's me sit in his lap and he plays with my hair. later, i ran a hand through his hair, he relaxed. run his hands through his hair. he loves it. he hates sour candy. he refuses to eat it. today percy stayed up with estelle all night because she's sick, because he said "she might be lonely". reminder to do that when he's sick too" he scrunches up his nose when he's worried he wants to become a trauma and abuse counselor. he wants to help people that went through similar things. mortals and demigods alike. he likes when I wear his cologne. wear it often.

pg 3. lia :)

what I got her on December 22, after Mount Tam, her first birthday back. - a bow able to hold any arrow or immense pressure. ie: when Thalia uses her lightning arrows, it won't heat or break. after Gaia's defetion, shortly after Apollos first misson of redemption, what i got her on her next birthday. -a phone built by Leo with no tracking. all of our friends have one too, all to stay in contact even when she's across the world. something she got after Jason died. - Jason's journal. Jason wanted to give it to her. and the pelt he'd been given from Lupa, he gifted to Thalia. I'm glad she got left his journal too, at least one of them would get to know the other. what I'll get her this year - she keeps talking about a pair of boots. it may sound stupid, but she won't stop talking about it. I definitely want to get her something she wants. but, I dint want to give her just that. I'll meet with Piper to get her to help me to make her better boots. I'll sketch it out.

pg 5. baby girl 🩷

In the realm where love's sweet whispers reside, There walks a demigod, grace personified. Piper McLean, daughter of Aphrodite's grace, With a smile that could brighten the darkest space. Her soft, pretty smile, a radiant delight, Like a sunbeam breaking through the darkest night. Her hair, like tendrils of love's sweet art, Curls into little hearts, a work of the heart. In the gentlest light, her features gleam, A vision of beauty, a celestial dream. The corners of her eyes, they gently crease, When she smiles, all the world finds its peace. A demigod of love, she truly embodies, Aphrodite's daughter, in whom love resides. Piper McLean, a goddess in mortal guise, With a heart so warm, and beauty that never dies.

[sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff]

1 days 'til Christmas - Prompt: Candles

Made for Ikemen Advent, hosted by @candied-boys and @queengiuliettafirstlady.

Merry Christmas!

Word count: 500

Victor x reader, mainly fluff, some feelings, no editing

You walked around the Christmas tree. Taking in the candles and ornaments decorating it. Each place the villains put their ornaments on when Victor insisted. How the star Ellis put on glittered in the candle light.

The clock ticked closer to your first Christmas with them. You couldn’t sleep, so you wandered Crown Castle.

You heard your name and jumped. You spun and saw Victor. You didn't even hear him come in.

“Oh, Victor. Hello.” You waved.

His surprise turned into a gentle smile. “Hello. I expected you to be sleeping away by now.”

You smiled and shrugged. “Guess I was too excited to sleep.”

“That’s a feeling I can relate to.”

There was a comfortable moment of silence. Your eyes wandered back to the glow of the tree.

“Her Majesty loves the candles on the tree,” Victor said. “She felt that kind of light was exactly what it needed, and wanted the rest of England to have that light.”

Right, when you were a child they didn’t do that. It was the Queen who made it popular. It was hard to imagine Christmas without that kind of light.

“It feels very ironic to have it in a den of darkness and villainy,” Victor smiled as he said it.

You tilted your head. ��Maybe. But if there’s a candle in the darkest place, I think that makes it more meaningful. Light places can see just fine, and I’m sure the people there do enjoy the candles. But in the dark, it becomes precious and cherished. Does that make sense?”

“... I think it does. Reminds me how you’re like our cherished light.”

You flushed a bit and turned your gaze away from him. He was always so good at finding some way to make you feel special and important.

“It’s always a gift to see my cursed boys together,” Victor started, “and I’m the happiest man alive that you could join in.”

“Thanks, Victor.” Your heart warmed. “I… despite everything, I actually really like it here. Especially with you. Thanks for giving me a chance and always giving me so much.”

His widened eyes sparkled. The surprise faded from them. “You’re so sweet!” 

He swept you up into a hug. He held you tight against him, his scent wrapped around you. It felt so warm and safe. The clock sounded as it hit midnight. 

Just as you started to raise your arms to return the hug, he pulled away.

“It’s always a treat having you here, and you’re always welcome. You may be new, but I care about you just as much as everyone else.” His expression was so soft and genuine. There was something in his eyes. But just as soon as it left, his more cheerful demeanor came back. “If you need anything at all, no matter how big, just tell me. And I will do it for you.”

You smiled. “Thanks, Victor.”

He nodded. “And Happy Christmas.”

[mushroomwoods]

Flower Picking — Decidit (the Fallen)

just one short spill of words from Decidit's life after his second quest, he's a bit over 18 in this one, but yeah, everyone still refers to him as child, because he is still their little child at heart. everyone is fond of him, just he himself doesn't see it.

Decidit always had an intense hatred for his own hands.

Filthy hands which bathed in blood, hands that faltered he needed it the most, that only served to take lives over and over again.

He wanted to scoff when Ghess held his unworthy hands in her warm ones, her rough voice sounding so soft as she told him to treat it more carefully, a soothing balm being softly spread over his reddened skin from how much he scratched at it, wanting to rip that sheen of filthy off, no matter how much he knew it was futile.

Yet as he saw the deep pools of sadness in her dark eyes, he only bit his lips, holding the snarky comment.

“Child, we all make mistakes. That perfect person, pure and devoid of all sins doesn’t exist,” his eyes peeked back at the woman, confused and clearly ready to rebuke, “not me, not Gaudium, not even my good samaritan of a husband, nor any of your friends or foes. We all have a fair share of things we regret doing, so there’s no need to beat yourself so much.” As she finished applying the balm, the bandage was neatly rolled around his small hands.

He grumbled a sound of appreciation, ready to get up and out of the house, yet he was tugged into a hug by the older woman, his shoulders tensing slightly, before easing into the touch as she rubbed soothing circle onto his back.

“You already did so much for people you didn’t even owe anything, so stop beating youself so much, Decidit.” Her voice was quiet.

His arms finally wrapped around the warrior, the most comfort he could offer to ease her distress over his own actions.

“I... I will try.”

Not more than a few days after, Skylar was pulling him around town, their own energy surely matching that of his mother, and reminding the hero of the headache he had whenever Ghess went on a spiral over some of the things she was obsessed with.

“Why does it have to be me?” Decidit asked under his breath, the scowl etched onto his face turning into surprise as his friend stopped abruptly in front of him, turning back to look at him.

Their black eyes made Decidit uncomfortable, wondering if for once his rude remarks threw Skylar off, but soon enough a smile crept onto his serious face.

“Because you’re the funniest to mess with, of course!” Skylar didn’t even wait for an answer,  turning around and going back to leading the hero by the wrist. “Besides, you never got to enjoy our festivals, so I thought you should visit it at least once and show people your face. They missed you quite a lot, you know,” the mage’s voice was heard even among the bustling crowd, “everyone was kinda saddened that their hero dissapeared after defeating the evil without even letting them thank you.”

The blonde felt his cheeks warming, gaze lowering to the stone path as he absent mindedly brushed his fingers on his hair.

Seeming true to his friend’s word, they were stopped by almost every shop owner, soon their arms filled with bags and good luck trinkets.

“You seemed to really like the pumpkin bread every time you came here before, so have some on the house.” The baker patted his back heavily, handing him a paper bag filled to the brim with the warm treat.

“Hey kiddo! I made a hard candy with the leaf you recommended the last time, it turns out the way you teached me how to prepare it, takes all the bitter taste out, so the kids have been hung on it.” The old lady next door handed him a small cloth pouch filled with bead like colourful sweets with an smile.

“Oh, it’s the hero! Just in time! Since you said the strong smell made you sick, I’ve been trying to make a softer perfume lately, would you like to try it?” The cherry perfumer was next.

And then diviner, the woodworker and many people he was surprised to even remember the name yet.

The last stop was at the flower shop, it was bustling with people, some other shop owners helping around the frail man around, yet he couldn’t take much time to try and remember anything else, before a young child grabbed at the hem of his garments, toothy smile blooming as soon as the hero looked down on him.

“Would you like some flowers, sir?” The tiny hands streched a bouquet of iris, windflowers and sunflowers, seeming pre-made for the festival visitants.

Decidit carefully took it in his own hands, wtaching the kid run off into the next guest, his brownish eyes widening as he recognized the fluffy patch of ginger hair on the child. His mother had died at the war.

His eyes cast down, filled with guilty, wondering if he could even accept such gift, but before he could spiral down in a wail of self pity, a warm voice called for his name.

“Decidit.” He looked to his side, scared, seeing the man beside him and instantly recognizing him as the child’s father.

He wondered if he would look at him with contempt, if the man would spew insults at him for being unable to do his only mission, if–

And yet, all he felt was the warmth of another body against his, a firm hand on his shoulder, before he was released, the man chuckling at the younger boy widened eyes.

“Aren’t… you mad at me?” Decidit’s voice trembled, but the man only hummed, questioning what he meant. “I failed to protect those people… your wife.” He was scared to look into the man’s face, amusing, since he never backed down before, yet he couldn’t bear to see disappointment flash onto someone’s else face.

“It would be a lie if I said I wasn’t sad,” the ginger started, “but I- no, we saw how much of yourself you gave to us. You did everything in your power to protect us, child, so there’s no way we’d hold you accountable.” His voice was warm, and he heard a chuckle from beside him.

Skylar whipering a well meaning “told you so” to him.

He felt his eyes sting, not wanting to cry, yet not being able to hold the tears that spilled from his eyes like a seamless stream, Skylar pulled him onto his shoulder, lightly running their fingers through his hair.

“Tsk, such a cry baby.” The hero wanted to pull some snark, yet it seemed like the tension on his body had finally released after a long, long, time.

The flourist smiled fondly watching the scene, they were still so young, he patted his dirty covered apron down, before finally speaking up.

“I heard you have a hard time picking up hobbies, so, if you’d like, I could give you some flower seeds to grow.” It was a genuine offer. “I heard that people tend to feel better living in a place filled with colours, and I tend to agree so.”

The blonde slightly perked up at the words, looking around and seeing how this booth seemed to be selling both the seeds and the flowers this time around, little signs above each type of flower, signing to it’s name and meaning.

His eyes stopped suddently at a pair of blue and orange flowers that stood side by side, the vubrancy of it’s colour clashing with it’s meaning.

Grief, kindness, gratitude.

“If I may.” His voice was barely above a whisper, and the ginger smiled, toothy just like the one from his child.

“By all means.”

Barely over three months, Skylar and Gaudium were surprised by the patches of marigolds and hydrangeas covering the back garden of the hero solitary house, the newly crowned queen laughing heartily as Skylar told her how it had came to unfold.

From that day on, it wasn’t unsual to see the children from the town hanging around his garden to play, always returning to their home with a crown of colourful flowers sitting neatly on their head.

Decidit still had troubles forgetting his mistakes from the past, yet, somehow, he seemed to like his hands a little better, if it was able to make people around him happy. If even a sinner like him could grow such beautiful flowers, he could only hope that someday he’d finally find it in himself to forgive them for his own wrongdoings.

[obylljr2]

A bouquet of flowers, on a dark tough world we call Earth.

A train of thoughts of mine, first-person point-of-view. Ideally, no one should ever read this. But this is a private Tumblr anyways, so anything can go. I don't expect anyone to either.

I know that I haven't been able to get a good composure of myself, nor get a good grip on my life, let alone talking about things as vague as "love". At this point of time, I don't fully believe in true love. It's just a bunch of hormone surges in a human body; some preset of pathways that we, humans, perceive as something (seemingly) as beautiful as heaven. That doesn't mean it doesn't exist. What I'm trying to say is, I felt this kind of feeling that is unspeakably lingering, a bit weird. It gets into my soft personality. I don't know whether it will linger for real or it's merely an imaginary one; some kind of illusion to guide humans away from extinction, I presume.

Strange. After all this time, the feeling is holding on; it is intact. Well, most of it anyways. Less hyperbolic, presumably wiser. Still, I can't get over with how I once get caught in a situation called "infatuation". I'm afraid of typing her name here. I try to stay away from blind writing, but I reckon I could write anything because, well, why not? After all, this is a thought canvas.

Okay. Here it is.

I still very much, deeply, fondly, unconditionally like her.

I, as of now, still trying hard not to associate my feelings with the word "love". Even though what I felt is crystal clear and concise enough, love is a complex concept. However, the thing is, whenever I encounter her name, or merely a glance of her cuteness, my mind just wanders to a place with a thousand bouquets. What did she do? Nothing! She is just being herself. Funny. Energetic. Invigorating. Intoxicating happiness. Cute. Heartwarming. Melts my heart.

In a more "civilized" language: every time I encounter something beautiful, let it be a stunning scenery, great places, wonderful ambience, calming tranquility of a cold moonlight, even colorful flowers blooming under the kiss of a warm morning sun, I always get reminded of her. In other words, one beauty leads to another. Her kiss on the said flowers will be one of many things that could balance those beauty. I safely state that my affection to her goes far beyond what meets the eye, but I won't lie that I tend to be distracted by her lips. They are as sweet as it can be. Though I am basically drawn by the beauty of women's lips, hers are one most memorable. In the end, she became something of a gravity herself. She became my second gravity ever since; I was drawn to her from a far.

I reckon those are a bit too heavy, but I'm trying to be honest. I hate to sound like a blinded person, but those are all what I genuinely feel about her. Seriously. That is coming from one person. I am summarizing a year of happiness in one paragraph, and I don't think it suffices.

In comparison, true, many girls are beautiful. This world is full of them. Women are beautiful. But the kind of beautiful that you see from this particular woman is vastly different. It's almost eye-opening though, of how emotion and a mere eye-candy make a world of difference. When I look at her, I not only encounter beauty. Rather, a surge of happiness, a bit of palpitation, a dash of breathlessness, and a sense of completion. Hard to describe it, since I'm not in the best condition to describe things as of this writing.

All those feelings, to me at least, comes with huge responsibility. I shouldn't just be in love without looking back on my priorities. That includes myself; who I am in general. For me, loving someone always ignites a corner of my brain, discussing about whether myself is worthy enough to experience this kind of privilege. I never ever compared myself to others, especially on topics as silly as love. But I do wonder of how everyone can fall in love as easily as the falling leaves of Autumn. I try to maintain the most genuine feelings when it comes to attraction, and so I don't fall in love that easily. But when I do, I have butterflies. They seem to fly around me 24/7. My thoughts become as beautiful as the sweet taste of Turkish Delight, without the diabetic thing.

Yet the light never existed without the dark. I have my own. Say, unhealthy misconceptions? Overflowing tendency of overthinking? The thoughts of not being worthy enough? I don't know why they live in my head rent-free. I have no idea as to why this happens a lot. Is it in my genes to always worry? I consider myself one of the most ignorant persons of all, though I always, and I mean always, thought that me, myself, aren't worthy enough for my dearest ones. It's all based on my tendency to be the best for them, even though I am doing marvelously horrible on that. I hated to be the mediocre; the kind of person who is selfish enough to receive the gift of love whilst at the same time still being a broken creature and does a horrible job of mending his broken bones. But then again, recently I realized that I am just a human being. Humans are made of mistakes, and I have done loads of them. I guess what it means to be a human is to learn from my mistakes, and that is already as important. Affection is a human thing. Humans experience it. It's not supposed to be a darkness in one's eyes. Probably it can help rejecting my redundant thoughts. Only time will tell.

All of these got me reminded of a person back when I was a stupid young boy (or am I still?). A girl I was once captivated by. Back then, I was crazy infatuated. Or was it true love gone wrong? Is there such a thing? Doesn't matter anymore. What matters is right now seemed like a time machine getting ready to rewind my past mistakes. If there is such thing as a stupid idiotic person, that will be me repeating that same mistake; which was once resulted in losing that girl over a trivial thing. I tend to hold myself back to love so that I don't repeat that mistake. Even though I feel way wiser now, more stable as well, I'm not so sure that concludes to me finally being able to handle such intense feelings. Such feelings took a heavy toll on me, on my mental health, no longer being able to prioritize, creating a haze of unreasonable infatuation that clouded my mind, and right now I'm no closer of finding why it managed to ruin me like so back then. Besides those unhealthy misconceptions I was talking about earlier, those mishaps are really the main cause of me avoiding love and its kin concepts. I am afraid.

All things considered; as of now, me typing on these train of thoughts on my laptop, I still feel like I miss her. As the Moon orbiting the Earth steadily, I find myself behaving similarly as my heart and mind are still revolving around her center of gravity. On the other hand, I still cling to the honesty that I like her even though she will eventually earn a better, much better man that I will ever be. At least that's what I hope for. She deserves the best. Only because she is a bright person. I know nothing about her personal life, what she has ever done, her inner thoughts, or any other intrapersonal stuffs. But humans have potential, and I wish, emphasis on the word "wish", to believe that she has every potential of being a great person.

That's what these kinds of feelings make you think; positivity of a certain person. Being blunt, I always thought these romantic feelings are blinding, stupid, childish. But I'll be d*mned, I believe the force of attraction had struck me like a bolt of lightning, or better yet, a raging thunder. I certainly wish that I only reap the positive side of being in lov…no not that, I meant of liking her.

After all those trains of thoughts, in the end, I try not to forget that I will not be thinking like this about her in eternity. I won't….wait, I shouldn't. What I feel right now is probably a strong one, certainly can stand the test of time, but that's not an excuse. Being me, I believe in the ultimate goal of feeling something as abstract as love; that is to be happy whenever she is the happiest. That mostly translates to her being with someone better than my current self. Could be anyone. And let's not forget that love is not about who belongs to whom. For me, it's more like praying for her, hoping for the best, little bit of helping in need won't hurt, and giving at least emotional support even though I might be a stranger to her and that isn't likely to happen anytime soon (hey, it's an idea).

And last but not least, for now, letting go of her. She won't flee to another country or something. She won't be that far. You can still see her. But don't be too hopeful. If you must lose her in your mind, that's for the better. Hey, I don't mind losing a girl. I've never been miserably desperate. Let's not forget that I haven't been this type of guy my whole life. It's just that she is kind of special; I have a sense of dread when I think of losing her. That's probably a normal symptom. But again, losing is not always losing. Heartbreaks can heal. You're a guy. It's theoretically easier. Yes, it does leave scars sometimes. But I assume I have acquired many my whole life I don't even mind getting another one later in my train of life. Last but not least, I'm happy that these feelings happened. As they became my bane, they also became my beacon of light. Being me, I can say that not many people have the capacity of loving someone as I do to my dearest ones.

Let her be. She isn't thinking about this crap. Why would you?

(But seriously, she is too charming I just wanna curse in a beautiful language about her right now...)

[rjalker]

First of all, here's a purple passionflower (Passiflora incarnata), from the same plant this fruit came from. Not the same flower, though, since this flower just opened today, and I got that ripe fruit yesterday.

[ID: A photograph of a purple passionflower flower, hangong on a vine growing up a string trellis on a wooden fence. The flower is covered in lavender yellow tendrils which twist and curve, with a darker stripe of purple near the center before they turn white. The center of the flower where its reproductive parts are stands up above the tendrils, and has pale yellow parts doted with tiny red spots. The leaves are dark green, with three distinct lobes and rounded serrated edges. End ID.]

And here's what the leaves look like:

[ID: A photo of purple passionflower leaves on a vine above the grass. They leaves have three distinct lobes, with rounded-serrations along the edges, and alternate in a zig-zag pattern along the stem. At the base of the leaves are thin tendrils which are hanging down into the grass. End ID.]

This species gets its name from its purple flowers, rather than the fruit being purple. Nope, it stays green the whole time, you know it's ripe when it falls off.

You don't eat the skin (As far as IK, it could be edible, I'm going to find out), you just pull it open and eat the seeds and the flesh around them, like a pomegranate but not the most inconvenient thing you've ever eaten in your life.

Edit: Yes, you can eat the outside too!

You don't even need a knife. The skin is sort of papery and will just pull part. They're also super light weight, and you don't have to worry about bruising them unless you squashed it entirely flat lol.

These are sometimes called Maypop passionflower/passionfruit because, since they ripen to green and fall off, you're likely to step on them. They've got air inside them, so if you step on them they'll make a popping noise kind of like a balloon.

I tried to demonstrate that in the video I made but it just made a soft puffing sound instead lol. Camera shy I guess.

Also I just bothered to actually look up the scientific name for these sacs of fruit around the seeds, they're called arils!

[ID: Two photos. The first shows a white hand over a wooden bench holding a ripe purple passionflower fruit. The fruit fits in the palm of the hand, and has a light green, papery skin, with a short stem still attached to the top. Some indentations are visible on the surface. The next photo shows the fruit opened, revealing that the inside of the skin is white, with most of the space taken up by the pale yellow, transparent sacs of fruit, or arils, around the black seeds, which are visible inside them. And ID.]

Since this species is completely wild, each passionflower plant will produce uniquely flavored fruit, overall sharing general characteristics, but slightly different each time.

This fruit has a soft sweetness on the outside of each aril, followed by a slightly sour (in a good way, not a gross way)...maybe the word I'm looking for is tangy flavor when you bite down or squish it.

I don't really have anything to compare the main flavor to, since no other fruit I've eaten has tasted like this. It reminds me of candy. It's really freaking good, and has a mild aftertaste of the same flavor.

I ate the arils one at a time so I could make sure not to swallow the seeds, since we want to plant and grow every single one of them, but if you've already saved seeds, you can eat them too, just like with pomegranates.

If you're keeping them, the seeds can be planted at any time. They'll sprout when it's nice and warm.

These plants are native to eastern North America, reaching all the way down into Florida, and as far north as southern Pennsylvania, and over to eastern Oklahoma and Texas.

You can find a map of observations of them here on iNaturalist.org You can zoom in to see if there's any growing wild near you!

If you want to grow your own and there are wild ones near you, you can collect ripe fruit off the ground, eat the pulp off the seeds, and plant the seeds, or look around the ground by the wild plant, and see if there are any new stems popping up.

Purple passionflowers spread themselves naturally through root runners or root suckers, looking for more places to climb and grow.

This plant is a perennial, meaning it will come back year after year, as opposed to an annual, which only grows for one year before dying.

Each year the stems die back to the ground, where the roots will stay dormant over the winter months, before reemerging in late spring, and spending the summer growing.

If you find new stems popping up from a wild plant, especially if they're out in the open with nothing to climb, or where you know they will be mowed down, if you have a container to keep them in until they can be planted, (A zip lock bag with water or a wet paper towel, or a plastic bottle tall enough to fit the stem in will work) and little shovel or a stick, you can dig up these stems and transplant them where you want them to grow. Try to get as much of the rooty part of the stem as possible, which will be white or lighter green than above the surface.

Transplant directly into the ground, or a larger plant pot, as soon as possible, water it well, and try to keep it in the shade for the first few weeks, or tie a clear plastic bag, or plastic container over top to act as a greenhouse so it doesn't dry out. Or put it in an actual greenhouse if you have one.

Transplanting root suckers works best in spring, since it's not too hot yet, but can be done any time of the year as long as you take care of the clones and make sure they get enough water.

If your cutting is in a plant pot, once it starts actively growing again, you can transplant it to wherever you want it to go.

If you want to grow it in a plant pot, a five gallon bucket like they sell at Home Depot or Lowes, with holes drilled in the bottom for drainage, and some good, not absurdly heavy potting soil, will work great, and if you can get a bigger pot, even better! Just make sure you mulch it and give the vine something to climb!

A chain link fence, chicken wire, or even just string tired to a wooden fence will work, or if you've got some tall sunflowers or other sturdy plants, like a bush, it can climb those too!

This species, and other north-america native passionflowers, are also the host plant for at least six different species of butterflies, meaning the adults lay their eggs on the leaves, and the caterpillars eat the leaves (and sometimes the flower buds), which is another reason the plant grows so quickly.

If you see caterpillars on your plant, rejoice! You have provided a cradle for a native butterfly species!

If your plant is already established, continue to rejoice. It will be more than capable of bouncing back and growing new leaves to replace the ones the caterpillars eat.

If they are on a young cutting or seedling, you may want to gently move them to a stronger plant if you have one, which can include wild passionflowers if there are any in your immediate area!

So far I have seen gulf and variegated fritillary caterpillars, and zebra longwing caterpillars!

This photo shows a zebra longwing caterpillar (white) and gulf fritillary caterpillar (orange) sharing the leaf of a yellow passionflower:

[ID: A photo of the underside of a yellow passionflower leaf, behind held by the thumb and forefinger of a white hand. Two spiky caterpillars cling to the underside, both smaller than the thumbnail. On the left is a zebra longwing caterpillar, which is white with black spots and spikes. On the right is a gulf fritillary caterpillar, which is orange with black spikes and some darker stripes. End ID.]

Here's a variegated fritillary caterpillar:

[ID: A close up photo of a variegated frillary caterpillar on a purple passionflower plant. The caterpillar has a red body, black spikes, and black and white stripes of connected spots going up and down its body. Its face and legs are black, and it has two taller spikes above its hear. End ID.]

If your plant is very small, it may get all its leaves eaten, but it should grow them back after the caterpillars form their chrysalises. Just keep watering it like normal, assuming it's not raining every day. (For posterity, it's June 25th 2023 as I am typing this, and it's rained almost every single day for the last two weeks. There were literally thunderstorms seven days in a row.)

If you have the option, planting purple passionflower directly into the ground is the ideal, since this will let it spread further out through the root suckers, though as I said before, it can be grown in a five gallon bucket with no problem.

We had one growing in the ground in Pennsylvania, which flowered, and grew very big, but never formed fruit. I'm not sure if the bees weren't pollinating the flowers properly, or what, but all our plants in Georgia now, including a clone of the one we had in PA, are much happier and set fruit easily.

In Georgia, they can start forming flower buds in late March. Our earliest flowers so far were on April 28th, with fruits becoming noticeable in May. Each individual plant will be different, though, and their characteristics will likely change with your environment, so you'll have to keep track of when yours do what!

[lebenspurpur]

date headcanons? as in like where the slashers would take u for a date/what takes place? idk how to word this i’m sorry😭😭😭

AN: I gotcha, no worries.

Warnings: Cursing, mention of weed, cigarettes, and alcohol, mentions of NSFW but nothing acted on, not really proofread

Wordcount: 2256 words

(Just a reminder that I usually write for RZ Michael unless requested otherwise.)

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Michael Myers

Okay, so, Michael hates going out.

He'd rather stay in, watch a splatter movie, stuff like that.

Outside is an enemy, he has to be someone else out there to not get caught and he hates it.

What he secretly loves is when you just cook for him and you both eat outside on the porch. Even better if autumn's just approaching and it's just warm enough to sit out there without freezing. And even if you freeze, Michael will gladly wrap his arms around you if it means staying out here a bit longer. It feels like a temporary escape. From himself, from this world and he treasures these times like nothing else.

If you don't have time or motivation to cook, that's fine. He'll get take-out from one of these greasy fucking shops downtown and then you two can watch a horror movie and relax.

Most of the time, his "dates" happen in the most unholy times ever. Be prepared to wake up to pizza at 3 am.

Michael gives me such weird metal-head stoner vibes and I'm here for it.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent wants to be romantic so, so bad. I mean look at him. Vincent is the definition of a simp and I love him so much for that.

He hates himself for not being able to go out with you.

He works really, really hard to make it up to you.

His favorite type of dates are going out late in the night, stars sparkling on the warm summer sky over Ambrose. He'll take a blanket with you, one of Bo's, scratchy and itching your soft skin but you couldn't care less. It's him, you know. You'll lay there, maybe with a few cigarettes, snacks, red wine, whatever you want, enjoying how silent, how ethereal it is. Maybe he'll draw you, maybe he won't. Sometimes you wish he would, just to feel his fingers ghost over your skin, shaping your body with his hands. They're so cold, making you shiver but his touch is smooth and tender like always and it just fits so perfectly to the ambiance, to the tranquility, it makes your heart swell with love for your boy.

On other days, he tries to cook for you which most of the time, fails horribly. But hey, it's the thought that counts. The candles and classical music are still a delight, even if you're eating microwaved left-overs with the smell of burned food lingering in the air.

Bo Sinclair

Bo really wants to be a gentleman but most of the time, he fails at being one.

Even though he hates the outside world and its people, he does enjoy taking you out.

I can see Bo going to one of these steak houses whose names already sound greasy. I hate it, wow.

Anyway, dinner is always something he enjoys. It's relaxing and he can spoil you.

Another thing you wouldn't expect from him are amusement parks. He hides it a lot, but Bo loves being a little child again, just running around and having fun. Amusement parks are one way to do that.

He'll buy you candy that'll make you sick but none of you cares as you rush through the crowds, hand gripping onto his sleeve as you tug him to one of the bigger rides, a childish grin on display. Bo can't help but laugh, the charming sound making him look 10 years younger as he forgets about his struggles for a while, occup[ied by your smile, your hand in his.

Lester Sinclair

Okay, Lester's dates are top tier.

They're quiet, sure, and most of them are completely improvised but he's so sweet and adorable, you can't help but adore them.

He'll plan a picnic at one of the lakes around Ambrose. Jonesy with you in the car, he'll blast that horrible country music and sing to you, voice all wrong and out of tune but he's grinning anyway because he can already see you giggle at his performance. During the picnic, Jonesy keeps trying to steal food and Lester gets adorably annoyed at it. He tries to catch her, maybe leave her in the car while you're eating but she just runs away and it ends with the dog pushing him into the lake.

Thankfully, there's a blanket in the car and so you wrap it around him, cuddling up to your favorite trash boy to warm him up. He's grumbling under his breath but you can't help the chuckles escaping your lips. You stay there for a while, enjoying the warmth and the fuzzy feelings inside each other's bodies.

Baby Firefly

Baby surprisingly doesn't have any experience with dates.

She usually met people in bars downtown, greasy, dirty, dim-lit places. Approaches often led to quickies in stained bathrooms, encounters leaving her satisfied yet filthy, it was enough to please the lust, the adventurous lifestyle inside of her.

With you, she tries her best to change that. Not everything happening between the two of you is adventurous, it's intimate, it's even romantic sometimes. She wants to accentuate that, show you that you're different from the one-night-stands, the people she met before you entered her life.

She loves cute little dates. Doing your makeup and taking you out for example. Maybe you could visit the new coffee shop that opened down in the city? Go eat ice cream? Maybe have a walk in the park?

She's very traditional when it comes to dates but it's Baby, you know. She always manages to make even the most normal things a special event.

Otis Driftwood

Otis hates every single thing that could be considered normal. Dates are one of those things. His mission is to make something original, create something fun for both of you yet doesn't remind him of the cursed society around him, the masses of people he hates so much.

His favorite thing to do with you is something creative and chill. Maybe share a blunt, paint something, if you're down for that, even with blood.

Or drive around in his filthy truck that smells like cigarettes and vomit but it's alright because he is there, joking around while he threatens to drive the car off the road. You'll stop at your favorite liquor store, ready to just fuck around for a few hours, forget all about responsibility and problems.

He'll take that to his grave but he loves your chuckles, your laugh, the bright, blinding grin you send his way. It makes him dizzy from all the fuzzy feelings inside his chest, he swears he won't ever allow himself to lose you.

Billy Loomis

I imagine a lot of people think Billy is a very classic person when it comes to dates. He's really not.

Billy is a giant nerd. I don't think people really pick up on that. In the movies, his entire personality rotates around the horror movies he's watched.

Therefore, his favorite date would be a movie marathon. While horror is his favorite genre, everything is fine as long as it's not romance. He can't take that.

He'll get snacks, some drinks and oh, he'll be so giddy, so excited to talk about all his favorite actors, his favorite scenes. He's that one person that stops the movie to explain a special scene to you.

The whole excitement makes him tired too, so the marathon will likely end with him falling asleep in your lap, face scrunched up in delight. Too obsessed with his adorable state, you often fall asleep in a more or less terribly uncomfortable position, that leaves your neck hurting for days after the date.

To make it up to you, he makes pancakes to wake you up. Walking towards you, he rips you from your dreams with a kiss that tastes like maple syrup and mouthwash, his unshaved cheek scratching yours as he smiles into your skin.

Stu Macher

Stu has a pretty playful personality.

Therefore, it's not much of a surprise that his favorite kind of dates are spontaneous ones, that kind where you just drive away, with no idea where you're going, feeling excited and free, like two teenage runaways.

You never know where you'll end up.

Sometimes it's in another state, sometimes it's in some kind of underground bar. There have been times where you nearly got into trouble, situations where your feelings threatened to overspill, fear and aggression taking over but Stu's always there to calm them, make them seem like weak little problems that you shouldn't care about. Even after nearly being shot because you witnessed something you shouldn't have, Stu succeeds in making it better with his adorable grin and his adorable laugh.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas is a virgin when it comes to dates. How can you blame him? Poor boy hasn't interacted with anyone but his family and victims in over ten years.

He's happy to be in your presence, doesn't matter where it is or what you're doing.

Thomas doesn't have the time nor the interest in doing something that's super adventurous and spontaneous. He enjoys sweet little dates, cute and adorable events that leave you both with delight and warmth.

Picnics are something he often surprises you with. He might not be the best cook but Luda often helps him organize the food and drinks so he can focus on choosing a place.

Finally being there he just enjoys leaning back, finally relaxing from his rather stressful schedule. He won't ask for it but if you start cuddling up to him, he'll just melt into your touch. Thomas adores your touches, your fingers against his cheek as he gazes into your eyes.

Josef

Josef is a very outdoorsy person. Hiking, swimming, crafting things outside, just makes him happy.

Even if you're not a very sporty person, he'll manage to drag you outside. Most of the time, it'll be super spontaneous too.

Still, his favorite dates are the ones at night. A blanket beneath your bodies, pressed against each other to save warmth while you gaze up at the stars, astonished at the brightness and number. Josef's hands will softly intertwine with yours, big rough fingers encasing yours as he softly looks at you, stars long forgotten over your pretty side profile.

Another great thing to do is cooking for you. Josef loves cooking and he loves it even more if he can do it for you. He'll turn on your favorite songs and hum the familiar melodies as he dances around the kitchen, long hair in a bun. You're sitting at the counter, smiling at his movements. Every now and then he walks up to you, holding a spoon up to your mouth, feeding you a small sample of his cooking which always manages to surprise you.

Amanda Young

Amanda likes to pretend that she hates dates. Which is a lie. She really doesn't hate them.

Though her schedule is pretty tight, meaning she rarely has time to offer, time she could spend with you. When she does, she always tries to make it special. She'll give you gifts, something you talked about a week or two ago, maybe a few of your favorite snacks on top of that.

Amanda cooks for you, surprisingly well at that, she even lights candles and puts on your favorite music.

After dinner, she draws you a bath and even though she keeps reminding you that this is about you, you manage to get her to join you inside of the hot water. She isn't really difficult to manipulate, considering your body is so close, so warm, and only a few meters away.

If you're not sleepy afterward, she'll gladly put on a shitty movie, cuddle you while you keep laughing about the horrible film she's chosen. She'll kiss you to sleep, lips lingering on your scalp, so warm and noticeable even in the trance state you're currently in.

Jason Vorhees

Dates?

He is cursing himself for never thinking about that.

After all, what are his choices, here, in the middle of nowhere?

Soon, he grows to love simple trips to the lake. Especially in summer, he likes to fish, swim, just random things in the water. He won't admit it but seeing you in your swim clothes also adds to his preference. He doesn't even think about it in a dirty way, he just loves seeing your body.

Another great idea for a date is a hunting trip. Now, that might sound boring, but to Jason protecting you is very, very important. Spending time with you while showing you how to survive in the wild without him? A jackpot.

Asa Emory

Asa loves spoiling you. He has the money to do so, why wouldn't he?

He is the typical "expensive dinner" guy. He just absolutely adores seeing your pretty body, your pretty smile in a rich and aesthetically pleasing setting like that, no matter the cost.

Expensive dinner, overpriced wine, horrible snobby people all around you, the thought just amuses him and he can not get enough of it.

While you're there, why not make fun of the people around you? He likes the way your eyes crinkle when he mentions how the old couple next to you doesn't exchange a single word with each other during the time they've been in the restaurant.

After that, he'll go on a walk with you, fingers touching your waist just high enough to be tolerable in public while you strut along the closed shops, neon lights flickering above the two of you.

[aetheternity]

So sweet, just for me

Synopsis: Just some stories where reader takes care of Virgin! Armin.

Disclaimer: Unprotected sex, blowjobs, Sub Armin and sexually experienced Y/N are all present in this. Minors exit now.

☆☆Just Summer Things☆☆

Sweat coursed down the expanse of every inch of your body. Or maybe it was water you weren't really sure. A set of carefully trimmed nails shivered and shook beside your head, digging into the grimy tree bark. Locks of sun kissed blonde hair stuck to parts of your neck, face and collarbone as you coaxed Armin's breathing down. Forehead resting uncomfortably against the bark and your ass firmly seated against his hips.

"How do you feel sweet boy?"

"I-I.." He panted, pulling his face back a little. Blue doe eyes full of lust and the sweet shine of tears.

His cock currently pressed delicately against your g-spot during what started out as a normal water balloon fight. Between the boys and the girls of course. You guys had all come out during late afternoon, Sasha and Connie started tossing water balloons and teams formed accordingly.

At some point you'd run off to what you thought was a safe zone only to find Armin perched in the bushes. Contemplation etched into his soft features.

"Move slowly ok." You encourage. You were surprised by how big he was sure but the warning was more so this could last for a while.

He nodded where you were still holding the back of his head. His nails cautiously unlatching from the tree moving instead to sink into the fat of your hips while at the same time his once snugly nestled cock began to move. The sweet drag forcing your toes to curl and your eyes to shut. A small exhale cresting off your lips.

A breathy moan fell from his trembling lips as he pulls you in closer. Wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing around you like a lifeline.

You'd met Armin only two years ago through Jean and continued to crush on him for the entirety of those two years. Until today when he'd admitted to you that he was a little ashamed of being a virgin while consistently having to listen to Eren, Connie and Jean's conquests.

You told him they were probably lying about at least half of those stories but it only got you a small smile. So you decided to do him one better and offer to take his virginity.

It wasn't selfish. It was a win win. He would receive a conquest story to tell and you would get what you'd been craving since you'd first seen him in Jean's apartment shirtless and trying to help fix the messed up drain.

"Feels good?" You chuckle huskily

"Oh my God.." He huffs into your skin. 

His hips worked themselves up a little faster. A slightly clumsy pace forming but he was new at this so you weren't mad.

"Armin slow down baby, I don't want you to get ahead of yourself."

"I-i'm sorry.. j-ust feels amazing.."

One of his hands hesitantly snaked up your shirt. Skittish in the way he palmed at your breast. Though he quickly eased up when you replied to the affection with a little mewl.  

It felt surprisingly amazing for you as well. Considering the situation and the fact that Armin had never done this with anyone. This really was his first time.. What a weird thing to tell people. My first time was at a water balloon fight against a tree.

You hummed when the pleasure started to sit in your stomach. Legs trembling a bit as he pumped inside you a little faster. Any other time you would've just thrown your head back and relaxed, especially since his dick was so perfectly filling right now but-

"Armin, slow down." Your breathing was a little raspy.

He replied with a whimpery moan, thighs shaking against your sides. You reached an arm around grabbing his hips with your hand to slow them. It seemed to catch his attention because those soft doe eyes were wide.

"You'll get to cum baby I promise you, ease up a bit it's not a race." He nodded in affirmation and you smiled warmly.

Silk strands warm under your guided fingers as he pulled all the way out and slowly eased back in. A collective united moan exiting both your mouths. You'd shut your eyes but they worked themselves back open at the almost unnoticeable twitch of his cock head.

Your favorite part.

"Mm baby so close.." You whisper, your lip coming to tuck itself under your teeth.

A small chorus of yes's and little gasps fall from his open mouth. His skin somehow easing out of tomato red and into surface of the sun red.

You pull him close making sure his eyes were open. "I need you to cum for me ok? But make sure no one hears you." You say, and fuck is it gorgeous watching him come undone. Just like you'd imagined so many times before.

The tears once welling in his eyes spilled over like a faucet. Choked moans and harsh gasps worked their way off his lips. One of his hands flew back up to the tree where his nails soon dug the bark clean off. His hips stuttering through his entire orgasm. You were almost worried when his climax ended. The way he went silent except for his wild breathing.

"Armin?"

"Fuck.." He sighed

You couldn't help but giggle. "How was your first time?"

He gasps and rolls his eyes still stuck in euphoria. When he pulls out you take the opportunity to turn around. Working your panties up over your hips and pulling your fluttery skirt back down.

"Please, please let me do that again sometime.." He huffs finally managing words. You bring his lips to yours in a chaste kiss that honestly doesn't last long enough for you.

"Only if you promise to stay my good boy." You reply pulling his shorts up till they rest comfortably on his hips.

"I promise." He remarks, almost too eager. "Oh! Wait you didn't get to c-"

"Hey, where did you guys go?" Armin practically separates from his skin as Connie and Jean round the corner. Water guns tucked in their grasp.

"When did you guys get those?" You asked nonchalantly.

Jean shrugged, "We made the game more interesting."

Connie shook his head running back around the corner as Sasha's battle cry sounded.

"Hurry and get back we need you out there Armin." And with that Jean was gone too.

You picked up Armin's discarded water balloon, placing it in his open palm. "See you out there, lover boy."

☆☆Showing Armin how to do Yoga☆☆

"Why's Armin coming over here so early again?" Sasha asked rolling over onto her side. The bag of cotton candy once perched on her thighs flopping over and nearly spilling its contents.

"To do Yoga!" You replied with a laugh sitting the bag upright next to her.

She groaned dramatically. "But it's six thirty am on a Saturday."

"No one told you to get up with me." You remark, pushing the coffee table to the edge of the room.

She holds her once displaced bag up for you to see. "It was calling out to me." She sighs, hugging it to her chest.

A knock on the door takes your concentration. As you pull it open you call back to her, "Well since you're up, you might as well join us."

"Nope!" She quickly scurries away with a wave of her hand. Cotton candy stuffed under her arm.

You shut the door behind Armin as he stares down the hall that Sasha had disappeared down. Your grin is bright almost devilish as it slowly spreads across your face.

"Seems like it's just the two of us." You mutter, loud enough for him to hear.

You watch as he thickly gulps with a nod. Bite able Adam's apple bouncing but you pretend you don't notice. Your mat is already laid out on the floor but you can't stop yourself from bending over to smooth out the corners. Barely paying attention to Armin until you hear a small cough or maybe him choking it's not very clear.

He's holding his mat in his arms defensively across his chest. Silk strands of blond hair fluttering when he blinks. His cheeks a beautifully vibrant pink.

"I-I wanted to th-thank you.." He says, blue eyes trained where they stared at your mat. "For.. the- um.." He gestures and you can't help but giggle.

"The sex?"

Now his eyes find you. Blown wide as his pink lips part over a word that never succeeds in leaving his mouth. Your feet pat over the floor as you close the distance between the two of you. His cheeks warm under your delicate grasp and you hold his face almost as though you're sure he'll shatter.

"You're so cute, please never change."

You're almost scared it sounds condescending but the soft rosy color trudging up to the tips of Armin's ears says he doesn't agree.

You turn back to your mat with a smile but just before you sit on it you add, "And you never have to thank me for sex, I'd do it with you anytime."

He nods once as if responding to you and then twice as if he's confirming that you did indeed say what he heard. The soft plap of his mat on the floor reminding you of what you were both here for.

"Ok, let's begin then." You take a deep breath, adjusting the scrunchie holding your hair in place. "First we wanna stretch alright, so I just need you to reach up above your head with both hands and reposition your feet."

You demonstrate using yourself and Armin awkwardly copies. Slender fingers curling towards the sky as he slowly relaxes his shoulders. You can't help but let your mind wander a little as a glint of light flickers off the steel rings decorating three of his gorgeous digits.

You had fingered yourself last time the two of you were together and now you were craving him. Wondering what the warmth of just one of those inside you would feel like.

"Spread your legs more." You encourage, meanwhile it nearly has Armin doubling back. "Dirty boy." You tease

You stand in front of him gently kicking his legs apart. Easy enough. And he responds to every bit of your touch like he craved you too.

And well you wanna tell yourself that you had actually had completely innocent intentions when you'd invited Armin over here today. He genuinely had never done Yoga before and you knew Sasha was gonna be here. So yeah, you'd love to say you wanted nothing but to relax Armin in this encounter.

But you couldn't even keep a straight face while thinking it.

"Can you bend your knees a little?" He squats, carefully coming back up. Arms reaching out on both sides as you coaxed him. "A little lower sweetie." You say as his ass hovers inches over the mat.

And oh to be the mat.

You step back until you're completely back on your mat. "I'm sure your arms are tired, you can put them down now." You wave him off and he lets out a smooth exhale. "Feel relaxed yet?"

"A little." He replies with a confident smile.

"Then you're ready for the next part." You clap "I need you to bend over and touch your toes alright."

He shuts his eyes, pretty lips parting over your choice of words. What you wouldn’t give right at this second to be a mind reader. His back arches, ankles locking together as you demonstrated. "Good, good boy. Back straight." You sink your thumb into his black athletic shirt to touch his spine. And he hardens with your touch. "Don't be shy, it's just me." You mutter, breath heavy.

Fuck! Touching his back muscles this up close and personal made you wanna sink your nails into them. Leave lines up and down his soft supple skin as a mark that you'd always be his first. No one else would ever get that privilege. 

"I-I.."

Shit.

"Ok, you can stand."

You pretend not to notice the way he shifts his sweats as he stands. This time you vow to actually stay on your mat.

"You should know this position." Your legs spread on one end of the mat while your hands came down to lay flat near the opposite end. "Try it."

Carefully he gets into the position you're currently doing but not without peaking at your figure. His blond hair dipping towards the mat and you can't help but smile at how cute he looks.

"Now we're gonna slowly curve our bodies down until our pelvis touches the floor." You say, head curving up toward the ceiling. For once Armin has immediate trouble, hips dangling weirdly over the ground. His arms trying and failing to steady himself.

"What's the matter? Wanna try a different position?"

"N-no it's nothing.."

You plop down on your mat, crossing your legs and gesturing for him to do the same and even without his reluctance you already know what's wrong. He slowly but surely rotates his hips, spreading his legs. His hardened dick print on full display.

You don't even try to hide the slow slither of your tongue wetting your lips. You quickly turn your head before crawling your way over to a very very flushed Armin. Sweat glistening perfectly over his pale skin.

"W-wait Sasha!" He panics, his arms flailing a bit as he backs up slightly.

"Shh it's ok, she definitely fell back asleep the second she went back in her room." You reply crawling towards him again.

"But you know I c-can't keep q-uiet. Wh-what if she h-hears!"

Your hands inched past his now loosened sweats to gently squeeze his hardened cock through his boxers. Both his hands flew to his mouth giving you a new gorgeous view of those pretty rings.

His eyes roll unfocused with every sweet glide of your hand. Tears already starting to brim along the edges of his warm eyes.

“Do you always wear those rings for physical activities or is it just for me?” 

“I-I just forgot to take them off..” 

“Did you?” You can tell your smile is shitty. Just from the way his eyes dart away from yours "You've never been blown either have you?" You ask getting back on topic.

"N-no." It's a muffled response but it hits your ears loud and clear.

"Another story for the growing journal then." You tease

You honestly can't help yourself. Lips curving and confining his tip like a vise. Precum salty where it stains your tongue. His gasp bouncing off the wall so elegantly. So fucking perfect. But even though Sasha is a heavy sleeper you were still worried she'd wake up before you finished.

So as much as you wanted to tease.

"Can I pull these down baby? I know your dick wants some relief."

He complies, oddly quickly. And you pull his sweats and boxers down just enough to hug the tops of his thighs. 

And his dick is gorgeous. You hadn't actually seen it before but fuck was it pretty, standing tall and leaking before you.

You inch forward spit dribbling from your lips to be collected in the hand that was working his slender shaft. It had Armin's hips bucking up to greet you. His sweet whines egging you on.

And slowly but surely.... "Oh my fucking god."

It was an adjustment. Not as smooth as you would've liked because of the weird angle but you'd taken a little more than half of his dick in your mouth. A mildly painful fit made up for by the angelic cries of Armin just above you.

"Pl-please.. oh God please.."

He couldn't tell what he wanted to hold, hands shifting to the top of your head, the floor and his rolled up sweats all in less than a minute. You swore you could hear his heartbeat through his chest every time you swallowed his cock again.

You wanted to speed ahead so bad, see him just as flustered as he had been last week when he had his cock buried deep inside your pussy but it was obvious he wasn't going to last long either way.

Disorganized syllables flooding off his lips with the occasional whimper of "thank you" and "yes". His throat heavy with every curse word he knew stuck in it. Breaths quick and uneven as you coaxed him down your throat. Vibrations coursing past your lips to meet his already sensitive sex.

"I-i'm.. gonna cum.. mmm soooo close! Gonna cum!"

His choked breaths fell over your forehead and in the next second he was emptying every bit of his stress into your mouth. Eyes clouded like Armin wasn't even in there anymore. And you drained him of every drop, reaching between his legs to squeeze his balls.

When you pulled off of him he let out a deep exhale. Body still shaking as he looked at you.

"Thank you so much." He grinned hazily

"God, I wanna be as many of your firsts as possible." You breathe out a laugh.

☆☆The one where Eren walks in☆☆

It wasn't often you came back to the same guy. Every now and then you had one night stands and that's all it ended up being. You'd always been fine with that.

But Armin made you stay. His shaky fingers, nervous tongue and tear stained cheeks so oddly addictive. Intoxicating in how innocent he stayed despite having two sexual encounters with you.

And now here you both were having your third in his bed. Bodies melded together in the heat of both your sweat. Eyes fixated on only each other as his head tilted up like a hungry baby bird to pull you back in every time you fled.

And you indulged him as much as possible because fuck he was the cutest thing. Your hands gliding over his back and up to his shoulders to pull him impossibly closer. Spine curving deliciously when he grazed over your g-spot.

"Armin.. there." You breathed

Your free hand slid between your bodies making space for those slender fingers to work over your clit.

"Flick it." You encouraged, he immediately did as he was told earning a moan of approval.

"Good boy." You hum, lip trembling where it curves under your teeth.

The once soft pink of his face deepened with the compliment. A little smile decorating his gorgeous features. Just another thing to add to your growing folder of mental images.

"There honey.. keep going." You cooed over the little whimper fluttering off his lips as you hugged his cock. "You remember that spot right? The one that you hit when we were outside?"

"Yeah.. I think it was.." His hips remained delicate as he slid right into place. One leg up as he slotted his cock inside you. Heat pooled in the lowest depths of your stomach with the hesitant prodding of his tip to your g-spot. Eyes curving up to yours for further instruction.

"Mmhm that's it.. hit it a little harder ok."

It was all sorts of clumsy but he rammed your g-spot full force. An apology made its way to his throat but eye contact and the choked gasp that left your mouth soon proved it wasn't needed. You spread your legs a little further for him and he grabbed your waist smoothly working your hips over his dick.

"You're doing so well." You giggled taking a hold of his face. "And you're holding out much longer this time."

"Y-yeah but I'm almost there.." He sighed, fingers working at your clit a little faster. Right in time with the faster tempo of his hips.

"Fuck, you feel soooo good." He drawls

His lips parted, eyes flying north. You hugged him a little tighter as his chest pushed you up and down with each thrust. The once gentle drag of your nails now much rougher. As you let it slip just how much you were enjoying this.

Let your mouth fall open for the words circling your brain. Stomach heavy as Armin fucked you with intention. You brushed beads of sweat back from his face. His hair going up with it, clumping together atop his head.

"Mm gonna cum.." He moaned, head lolling with the intensity of his full body tremor.

"Hey Armin-"

"Eren!" Armin nearly shot up as Eren pushed the door open with zero warning.

Armin's free hand stayed on your clit completely stagnant. Tip twitching inside you, he didn't even have time to cover his mouth. Moans and whimpers pouring out from his still parted lips. Every bit of your fifteen minute effort now seen and heard by Eren who stood in the doorway with a raised eyebrow.

"Hey Eren.." You greeted, pulling your hand away from your upturned lips. Meanwhile Armin's face is buried deep in your shoulder blade. Where you already assumed he'd be staying for the next hour.

"Uh huh.." Eren replied, slamming the door shut. "Mikasa, he's busy let's go!" You heard him call as his boots clicked down the hall.

You don’t say a word till you hear the front door open and close, “You ok?” 

“Any chance Eren didn’t hear that?..” He whispered 

“Not in hell or on Earth love.” 

‘Then no..” 

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Don't Mind

Pairing: Hyunsuk x gn. reader

Genre: Fluff; suggestive

Content Warnings: Just a makeout

Word Count: ~0.5k words

Mellow speaks: My first Hyunsuk fic I'm gonna cry huhu. And that too, my forte of writing makeouts lmao, it was honestly such a treat!! Enjoy y'all! PS. Not me giggling at the title because it reminds me of Kento's dialogue from one of his old dramas xD.

Tagging: @ivyvesisi @yedammi @sweethyuka @hyunsukswhore (thank you so much for the request love but I somehow can't tag you) @hyunsuksmygod (since you wanted something Treasure bestie)

Hip lips lazily dragging across your own, Hyunsuk's hands slither down your arms, making goosebumps rise in their wake. He tastes of candies and pizza, the only hints to the binge-eating session the two of you shared. Some random movie plays on the screen, nothing more than background noise as your legs rest over his, your knees brushing his.

Subtle as it makes its way into your mouth, his tongue soon draws your own out, the pair dancing around in a rhythm of their own, making you let out a soft hum. The sound causes your boyfriend to pull you even closer, his lips curving up into a satisfied smile as your nose rubs against his.

Stolen moments like this, when neither of you has anything to worry about, no deadlines to bet met and no songs to be made, are what help you through your days, the feeling of his body, warm against yours making your heart flutter. You love the man that's wrapped around you with everything you've got, and sometimes, kissing him is the only way you can actually express what you feel for him.

And so, you let your hands wander across his body too, running along his chest and biceps, your arms getting looped around his neck. His own hands move to your waist and thighs, rubbing the skin towards the inside of your legs as he continues to explore your mouth. You don't know how or when, but soon enough, you find yourself straddling his lap, his head resting easily on the armrest of the sofa, his hands now holding you in place.

Your lips keep meeting his, the kiss sweet and hot at the same time, your body feeling all warm and fuzzy as Hyunsuk's breath gets mingled with yours. "I love you so damn much," he whispers against your mouth, making you let out a giggle as you shush him by kissing him again. Hyunsuk's fingers dip under the hem of your shirt, drumming against your skin as you rest your forehead on his.

It goes on for heaven knows how long, your tongues meeting in a love-filled display as you continue to make-out. Not even oxygen can make you pull away for long, your faces inching closer again every time you stop kissing. What does make you stop though, is the sound of a snicker coming from the door, causing your eyes to go wide as you scramble away from each other.

"Don't mind us, we're just passing by," Jihoon smirks, pulling a disgusted looking Mashiho along with him to the kitchen. You can only shake your head at that, a pout forming at your lips as you look down at your boyfriend. But to your surprise, instead of chuckling like you had expected him to, all Hyunsuk does is pull you closer once more, the last thing you hear being "He told us to not mind them" before he catches you in yet another kiss.