#sways stuff ♥️

[mamayan]

Request: Male Minotaur Yandere x Female Human Childhood Sweetheart Reader

General Premise: Reader darling grew up as childhood friends with an adorable Minotaur neighbor. (She had to move away eventually and was unable to keep in touch with him, but they always remembered each other). He was really small and weak when he was young compared to other bulls of his species, so imagine her surprise when she meets him years later as an adult, and he’s fucking massive (in more ways than one…) He’s never letting her go again and is breeding/impregnating her constantly for the rest of her life. Making her his trophy wife/house wife too. (Sorry not sorry, I love babies and uxorious men who want nothing more than to seed me).

P.S. I feel like this man could either be like a farm boy…or like a rich, powerful man, who just confines reader to a large private island by Greece or something. Like…I’m so conflicted…

Also I love your stuff! Your sexy writing is the best and makes me go fish brain in the best way possible!

Love ,🧋🫖Anon

Oh my goodness 🧋🫖Anon—🫢♥️

Okay I wanna respond to this so you know I’m not ignoring~ This is so hot though?! I can’t do a full fic right now, but let’s do some headcanons cuz this has stewed in my brain.

NSFW under the cut!

Minotaur BF who you had to protect as children. Out in the country folk didn’t take kindly to those who were different, and as a human you felt badly your friend was being bullied by your own kind. Sure he wasn’t human, but his heart was kind and he was your friend! He was an outcast amongst his own too because he was a runt, treated badly every which way, except by you.

Minotaur BF who would hold your hand at night because he was scared of the thunder storms, who would cuddle up cutely beside you and sleep after you held him. He took to you like a little stray kitten, reliant on your kindness and friendship like a life raft.

Minotaur BF who nearly lost his mind when you left home, unable to comprehend why you would leave him. Didn’t you know he needed you? It wounded his soul but he comforted himself with your promise to come back. You had too after all.

Minotaur BF who sprouted up to nearly double the size of his peers. He’s not little anymore and doesn’t need you to protect him, it’s others who should worry for themselves. He’s not scared of crushing skulls if they push too far or intrude on his land. He’s a simple farmer after all, he just doesn’t like trouble.

Minotaur BF who rejoices when you return, even more beautiful and grown up. Who adores your shocked expression because he towers over you now, and he wants you to praise him for growing so well. Now he can protect you, provide for you, care for you, breed you.

Minotaur BF who won’t let you leave back to your big city again. You said you’d come back, why would he let you run away again? Your tears won’t sway this monster, and you aren’t strong enough to resist his gentle but firm hold on you. You won’t be going anywhere but his bed. You’d better get comfortable, because this big male wants you in every way.

Minotaur BF with an enormous cock that trumps whoever or whatever toys you used in that big city away from him. Your cute cunt won’t be able to take him without an absurd amount of prep, and he’s more than happy to put that work in for you. His wide long tongue swirling inside of you, glossing you up in spit and saliva and making an absolute mess of your lower body. His big fingers prying your little hole open to stretch, making you cum until you pass out and waking again being spearing on his wiggling muscle as he devours you. He’s not afraid to slip his tongue further to your tight ring of muscle and lick there either, he’s ready to worship every inch of your body.

Minotaur BF who can cook, making you the most mouth watering home made meals with ingredients he grew or slaughtered, because he wants you healthy and happy for when he breeds you. 

Minotaur BF who is still the sweetest and most considerate as long as you don’t try to leave. Who wants to spoil you endlessly and fill your womb with hot sprays of his cum because you look too cute like that. You want that dress, game, etc.? He’ll get it for you, don’t you worry. He’s got you covered, literally. :3

Minotaur BF who finally gets your tight little hole to fit all of him, it took a lot of work and energy but when you’re drooling and fucked out on his meaty rod, it satisfies something primal in him. He fucks you slow and gently, because you can’t handle him entirely yet, but he loves you dearly anyway. He’s all to happy to take you apart slowly, rubbing your clit while you cream his cock and lower half with your arousal and release as he lightly rocks his hips. It still leaves you reeling, even the act of him pulling out slowly takes your breath away, has you clawing at his chest or horns and mewling.

Minotaur BF who pumps you so full of cum it’s like a solo bukkake porno, the level of fluid he releases in one orgasm unimaginable. You feel him filling you up because he’s overflowing from your womb and out, making a mess that only spurs him on to do it again. It leaves him wild and lubricates you up to take him again, his swollen balls ready to take on the task.

Minotaur BF who will intentionally replace your birth control with placebos, because he dreams of having a family with you as soon as possible.

Dividers/ @benkeibear

[moonshynecybin]

expand on your marc/bezz thoughts please callie i want to hear everythinggggg

what a fucking. a/b/o ass podium. truly insane dynamics on display on all fronts UMMMM. so. the only. scenario where i can see anything like this happening in marc’s crazy little hot girl mind. is if he is triangulating his desire for vale through his little protege. like the thesis of this is. alpha bezz juuuuuuust understanding his sexuality here confronted with. the wettest happiest neediest omega the world has ever seen. anyways under the cut she got. LONG ♥️

so. BASICALLY. in my mind palace marc was on heat suppressants off the shits for yearrrrrs until his arm kind of made him go cold turkey because they interfered with his pain meds (giving up control over his heats ANOTHER thing marc hates so bad about it all) and vale shows up in the paddock for the first time since marc left the murderbike to a place where marc is FINALLYYYY catching a whiff of happiness after four miserable years (portimao alsooooo compelling, but marc is now like, EYE think a lot less anxious on the bike) and marc’s biological clock decides he’s safe, realizes his alpha is in proximity (wind changes and his knees feel like jelly), and goes off like five alarm claxon sirens like YOUR DICK APPOINTMENT HAS ARRIVEDDDD. truly marc smells insane he LOOKS insane the wet patches on the racetrack on saturday where allegedly from rain but NEVER rule out that they were actually a result of marc marquez’s wap

but despite every alpha in the paddock being like IS THAT ALLOWED?? marc is like. he is stillllll learning to respect his body still yearning to put everything on the line for another taste of that top step JUST got to a place where he feels like hes adapting to the bike and gaining confidence. he literally got POLE in the SPANISHHH GRAND PRIX, thats an insane carrot on a stick for our little guy who is so wrong in the head <3 and marc has always been a guy who needs to contextualize his suffering as a narrative arc to cope with it all so hes veryyyyyy aware of the sway a weekend like this can have in terms of his confidence! AND his career! and when he crashes in the sprint he looks at his hands and SERIOUSLY considers not going for it (allllll of the injury stuff. again it’s JEREZ. and the body keeps the SCORE !!) but it’s marc and its spainnnnnn, so he spends the night before the race going through his first heat since he was 15 ALONE and feeling absolutely out of his fucking MIND. (valentino rossi inside the same square mile or so as him and he wants to pick up the phone and call him so bad he wants 2 CRY. three fingers deep in himself one of vale's hoodies from 2014 spread out on the bed and it’s not enoughhhh). but the night passes. and its sunday and he's not 100% out of it but! hes insane in the pussy and he actually feels a bit clearer. still smells crazy but less shaky and ALWAYS determined. so he races!!!

AND BEZZ. oh boy. synthesizing the thoughts of many scholars on this topic. bezz is somewhat newly single VERY newly aware of his sexuality AND the kind of alpha that sees a hot omega who is CLEARLY in heat without a partner and feels crazy. dogboy 9000%. what do you MEAN no one is taking care of him?? jennifer lawrence voice. what do you mean. what do you meannnnnn. a service top realizing no one is SERVICING marc and as such becoming wildly horny AND itchy under the collar without being able to name exactly why. base instincts are going CRAZY while pecco is politely ignoring it all.

so bez is out of his head but just barelyyyy realizing it. mostly just kind of knows that he wants marc 2 pay attention to him so bad. soso bad. clumsy a little embarrassing. truly WATCH the cooldown room video bezz is constantly asking marc little questions and touching him and trying to get him into the conversation (staring at marc waiting for him to talk and marc does not!) like bezz is going right through pecco (his homoerotic bestie of OUR fiance and straddling in parc ferme fame) to BLAST marc in the face on the podium. he is specifically going to HIM to clink champagne bottles. he is staring at marc in the press conference giving him the up and down like a horny psycho. he is complimenting his riding and licking his lips and touching marc's waist and tracing his lil finger over the part of marc that USED TO BE HURT with the careful tenderness of someone MUCH more familiar with marc than he is lmao. truly. cunt struck. scenting him off IMPOLITELY. friendship ENDED with heterosexuality marc marquez's ass is now my hypothetical best friend. if no one will top him then EYE WILL. behavior!!!

but marc is ATTEMPTING to nobly IGNORE this... aware he's in heat (its burned off a bit, for the time being, after the adrenaline of the race... mellowed out to edgy horniness...) and aware bezz is an alpha and he can SMELL how interested he is and. well the attention is interesting and feels good and the base part of his stomach that likes feeling hot enjoys the way bezz smell is tugging at him BUTTT he's taken!! like not really but he ISSSSS!! so hes ignoring bezz keeping his eyes determinedly on that screen watching the overtake he tried on pecco... but the paddock is tiny and after the race marc decides to go out and celebrate and. hes horny and happy and a lil bit keyed up from vale being there and. as fate would have it. he lands at the same bar that the academy crew is rolling at. and bezz is there and. he comes up to marc. and sort of. clumsily tries to talk to him. buy him a drink. and hes young and hes charming and marc is going to cut him loose as gracefully as he can and fuck off to ride out the rest of his heat in peace but. bezz cracks a joke in his lilting italian accent (marc has a FETISHHH) and marc barks out a jajajaja cackle before he can help it (everyone. says one of the ways bezz is most like vale is his HUMORRR)... and marc is DRUNK and bezz is SWEET and TOUCHING HIM and he smells GOOD and also. when marc closes his eyes he can catch a whiff of VALE on bezz's SKIN... and it curls into his chest and makes something in his heat addled brain settle in a way he's been craving all weekend... lighting him up and holding him down in a way that clutching onto that hoody that doesnt smell like vale anymore three fingers deep in himself didnt... and its justtttt enough to let bezz take him home....

[alarmsofmyheart]

Jack and Joker : U Steal My Heart Ep 6

Is it deepavali in Thailand too.. jk, is it Chinese new year??

Ok we are having feast with children

OMG THESE GIRLS ARE THE BEST, Toi Ting my babygirl, spread the word yesss!!!!

The way everyone can see except them two idiots(affectionate)

AVGahahahshga Yin in Full Black and War in Red with Black+Red sleeves aAAAAAAAAAAA

OMG JOKE🤣 Yes boi, he accepted you as a friend but nobody is accepting that 🤣🤣🤣🤣

(This is gonna one hell of an episode, fluffy and improvements in relationship but I'm late and I'm still not ready)

Wow these girls..

Ayo Joke doesn't know how to cut fish?

O!! It's about belief.. okay

Aw.. let him finish the question

From having a home who probably don't want him back to getting to live in a home where both of them want you to stay.. Joke really found a family.

Oh no.. he is emo

Now I'm emo too, I'm not gonna stay on this thing, because eating with family sucks. I'm glad Joke found a new family.

OMG ROSE WENT TO THE BOSSDAD

These guys were swayed by JACK aosjsjsh

On no the reveal!! The cult lady is a mastermind

Mark looks so pretty

The bgm for Aran is so sad and lonely 😭

Boi is falling for Tattoo.. he left the group.. life is not that easy

That's what happens when richer people are stomping on less rich people, She wants to protect Jack and not even Dad can protect his woman's necklace or his son.. it's sad, let's see

He finally said 'im not leaving even if you kick me out' Yes sir, go cling on to him

Not Ama eavesdropping ajshsjsj

Joke your heart eyes

When your boyfriend is a legendary thief, you can't lock him out even from your bathroom 😌

That was so domestic (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

Oh yes this was expected, Aran is going to get bet/slapped/scolded

Hope is getting it twice ig

Aran left.. o fuck the Joker ring!!!

Jack is still going to be in debt/hold because of Joker ring isn't he

Oh! The ♥️ RED ♥️ shirts were for Chinese New Year OKAY

Happy New Year Jack, Joke, Ama, Toi Ting.. it's gonna get so bad

All those superstition about eating techniques were actually a foreshadowing I see

That was beautiful. God War Wanarat is so beautiful. Him sitting on floor and talking to Toi Ting was so calming the fuck down.

Oh boi, didn't ama just say don't give loans?? Smh

Aran is going to move in with Tattoo??now that both his mom and Hoi left to the shrine?

Aran is in the same grey shirt..

Wow BossDad really did cut ties with him, it's going to become difficult

His car is seized, he is fired, blah blah, How will he pay for the food he is eating 👀

Aran is really going through the downward spiral arc, it's going to get bad

Save comes to save Hope (I had to type it sorry)

Guys, get a room 🤷🏽‍♀️ not infront of Hoi and Tattoo's salad drinks

He cried.. babygirl

This dynamic between Tattoo and Aran is so dumb and realistic

Hoi is caught in a different web

Aww here comes the dreamy light

OMYGOD THAT WAS SO WELL DONE WITH THE KIDS AND THE SMILEY ON THE TEAR SOAKED PAPER

YINWAR MYGOD JACK JOKE THAT WAS NOT THE LOVE CONFESSION I EXPECTED

And the promise!!!!!!

Yes we have a witness for the confession.

Joke contacted Coach??!!!

Coach got a redemption. Nice.

Jack is going through it..

Jack dear..

I just realised, shok means luck right?? In Thai and shok and Joke sound same.. and Jack has got Joke now..

Idk how long it's gonna last, but it is good

Save is not buying that..

Oh God the cult lady is going to ask for Jack as a pawn?? Or something?? The bgm is so scary wth

This is the worst last payment scene I've seen.. the eerie vibes, the happiness in Jack's face, the absolute cool boss acting of the Boss, and please Joke please be not waiting outside

Jack looks so pretty.. so pretty it's sad

Oh fuck Joke IS INDEED WAITING OUTSIDE

First episode, Joke was looking from far, now he is standing on the portico of Jack's place, it's nice but the queasy feels of this whole scene

I can't unhear the "shok di na" stuffs, because Jack has Joke already it's sooo stuffy choking mentally

Tf was that?? Save probably did something with the savings money? Or the land??

So.. Boss dad pawned Ama, money does run the world doesn't it??

Joke is going to have to wait..

Alright that's it.. I had to sit while the outro song plays to process this all

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Hey, I'm autistic (technically I was diagnosed with aspergers before it was merged with autism), and I like to sometimes shake my hands unconscionably and sway my body as well (I guess what you can call "stimming," though I only started to start thinking of it like that), but my mom doesn't really like it when I do it. My mom knows and accepts that I have autism, but, IDK, she thinks it's my nerves and stuff. Any advice?

Hi there,

Maybe your mom doesn’t understand how/why stimming helps you. According to one article:

…growing evidence suggests that repetitive behaviors have been misunderstood — and that they may in fact be incredibly useful. My colleagues and I have found that the behaviors give autistic people a sense of control, helping them cope with overwhelming external stimuli, and a way to calm and communicate their moods. On the other hand, many autistic people say that engaging in repetitive behaviors makes them feel like social outcasts.

Autistic adults have defended their right to these behaviors. Reclaiming the technical term ‘self-stimulatory behaviors’ as ‘stimming,’ they have self-published blogs, vlogs (video logs) and books that reveal how it helps them cope4. Society needs to take their lead and accept these behaviors by understanding their benefits.

The article will be below if you’d like to read through it.

I hope this helps answer your question. Thank you for the inbox. I hope you have a wonderful day/night. ♥️

[hekateinhell]

I'm always thinking about the ways other characters describe Armand vs how he describes himself. They all seem to agree on the basics (angelic, ethereal, radiant, Boticelli angel, most beautiful boy alive/among the undead, etc.), but what can I say I love nitpicking 😌My findings are as follows:

Marius: the only one who describes Armand as actually having slavic features, I believe he uses the phrase "sharp" to describe his high cheekbones ("sharp yet delicate" or something along those lines). By the time I read B&G I had already read all of the previous books in the series (up until that point) so this is what stood out to me the most and I rarely see people mentioning it! And it might be one of my favorite descriptions of Armand ever, you can actually feel just how astonishing his beauty is. Had Marius so thoroughly shook.

Lestat: Angel boy, angel mouth, cherub, so beautiful it's stupid, this is SURELY what love/desire must feel like, "I just beat the shit out of him and I should probably kill him but GOD HE'S SO FUCKING PRETTY I CAN'T". PRINCESS AT THE BALL. NOT ONE BUT TWO PRINCESSES. Also calls him a "sad(?) waif" which is fucking hilarious when you consider Armand is later like "I'm not a fucking waif" but Lestat definitely called him one in TVL AND YOU KNOW WHAT. I BELIVE HIM!!!! I do 😌

Louis: Simple yet undeniable beauty, seductive asf, got him horny and in bad parent mode in record time yet ever the gentleman, he only used the most sophisticated adjectives to describe him. I would have LOVED to have gotten more stuff from Louis POV post-IWTV, specially because Anne did a bit of a retcon when it came to Armand's looks (iirc Louis described his hair as being straight??? Though his hair was always auburn). I wanna know what Louis thinks of Armand as we all know and love him pls 🤧

Daniel: hottest bitch alive, can't even think straight because of how horny I am all the time. Even when I'm tryna talk shit about him I CAN'T because he's so fucking hot, dammit (paraphrasing but "he looked normal... if you call looking this fucking hot normal 🥵"). Props for mentioning how cute/dorky/human his laugh is and how pretty he looks when his hair falls on his face AND how effortlessly stunning he looks with long OR short hair. Daniel never recovered from this, obviously.

In summary: he's a teeny tiny pretty baybay 🥲🤏 but will also awaken kinks you didn't even know you had 🥵🥵🥵 15/10 would hit again except Lestat yk

Armand, in TVA: HOLD😠THE FUCK��� UP😠. I'M NO WAIF. I'M STRONG AND ATHLETIC AND MARIUS' LANKY ASS LOOKED FUNNY AS HELL WHEN HE CARRIED ME UP AND DOWN THE STAIRS AT THE PALAZZO. YOU HEAR THAT LESTAT 😡 I'M NO. FUCKING. WAIF. But also wow I'm hot 🥵 even as I laid dying jfc no wonder why everyone in Venice hit it 🥲🤏

Would love to hear your thots 💭 as usual xoxo DA ❤️

DA, my love! ♥️

I was stewing on this for an entire (hectic) day because I think about it a lot — almost all of Anne's vampires appear to fall within the conventional range of attractive but she really went overboard with Armand and the sheer amount of prose dedicated to his ethereal, captivating, otherworldly appearance.

Marius really said: 'abandoned angel' while Lestat went, 'Cinderella at the ball'. And you're correct, Lestat does call Armand a waif in TVL in one of my favorite passages:

"Grotesque he seemed, among all the candles and the swimming colors of the flat, this filthy waif of the netherworld, and yet his beauty held sway. He hadn't needed the shadows of Notre Dame or the torchlight of the crypt to flatter him."

I do generally default to waif meaning skinny and unhealthy, but I looked it up and it also means 'a homeless, neglected or abandoned person, especially a child'; which ties into how Lestat thought of Armand as an orphan:

[...] this quiet and forceful one, the one who would survive, no matter how the orphan in him wept.

That's my all-time favorite Armand description btw. 🥹

Since we're talking TVL, I'll refer back to what you said about IWTV, which was published almost an entire decade earlier! Armand was in his 20s in the original IWTV short story, and therefore his appearance isn't described as having all the exceedingly youthful qualities that are later endowed to him in TVL and onwards. Here's a few examples from Louis in IWTV:

"I had a strong sense of him [Armand] then, the separate being that he was, the calm and collected creature with the straight auburn hair and the large, sometimes melancholy eyes [...]."

"I looked at Armand, at his large brown eyes in that taut, timeless face [...].

"[...] Armand was beautiful and simple, and no intimacy with him would ever have been repellent."

So I think the descriptions we're given does a paint a more mature physical image than TVL-era Armand. TVL is also the first time we're given Armand's mortal age as being 17 years old. If you've read CoSB, which Anne wrote in between IWTV and TVL, some of my friends and I have this theory that she based Armand's later physical characteristics off of the character Alexi (a young sex slave). 🫣

Marius's first impression of Armand:

And there I saw beauty, beauty which has always been my downfall, beauty as in Pandora, as in Avicus, as in Zenobia, as in Bianca, beauty in a new and celestial form. Heaven had cast down upon this stone floor an abandoned angel, of auburn curls and perfectly formed limbs, of fair and mysterious face.

I reached down to take him by the arms and I lifted him, and I looked into his halfopened eyes. His soft reddish hair was loose and tangled. His flesh was pale and the bones of his face only faintly sharpened by his Slavic blood.

In universe I attribute this distinction to Armand's Slavic features to the fact that he was a malnourished little thing when Marius saved him from the brothel. It makes sense that the bone structure in his face would be more defined versus after Armand's been living well in Venice for a couple years, becoming in his own words, 'a plump and juicy young man'. Lestat describes Armand's cheeks as going 'apple-perfect' when he smiles in MtD, meaning that they're full and rounded, Armand still has that fat in his face.

I agree with you — I would have loved to see more of Armand from Louis's POV post-IWTV, once Anne had fully settled on what his character would be like! But here's a line from Louis to Armand in TVA that tells us this much:

"And like a dream, you've come back. We all had inklings of it, wild whispers that you'd been seen in New York, as handsome and vigorous as you ever were. But I had to lay eyes on you to believe it."

'Handsome and vigorous' is how post-IWTV and pre-PL (Trinity Gate era) Louis describes Armand!

TVA is definitely not everyone's favorite VC novel, but it is mine, because it's the only one where we get to see inside Armand's head. And it's an excellent example of how differently we see ourselves, even superficially, compared to how others see us.

There's also a concept that I see play out a lot irl that basically dictates that oftentimes our brains tend to freeze people as they were when we first met them and this can be a difficult perception to break. A notion that perhaps can be applied here, for example: Marius first saw Armand as this angelic, broken child and Lestat first saw him as this being that's simultaneously horrifying and beautiful and begging him for his guidance. In contrast, Louis and Daniel meet Armand in a position of power and possibility that doesn't waver until further down the line. Armand is a different person to each one of them (just like how none of us are exactly the same nor seen exactly the same by anyone in our lives).

What is interesting too is the parallel between Lestat and Daniel using words like grotesque, awful, loathsome (in addition to the beautiful, captivating, angel, etc) in TVL and QotD re: Armand. And yet Armand is someone whom they both love and find themselves attracted to (for Lestat it's been an ongoing thing for 200 years and he can't figure out what to do about it - let us never forget 'good to embrace, good to love').

One of the key differences to me here is that Daniel romanticized vampirism and Lestat romanticized humanity and they're at opposite sides of the spectrum at these respective points in time. Lestat was a newborn vampire who was turned against his will and then almost immediately stumbled upon a cult of Satan worshippers advertising the worst that vampirism has to offer. Yes, Daniel did have to run for dear life for a good while there but in comparison he saw a much better side of Armand than Lestat ever did in Paris, no contest.

A final thing that stands out when I think about all this is how alluring all of them find Armand, and yet he spends so much of his life either alone, pinning, or losing whatever connection he might have had to those he loves. And this can be said for Marius and Lestat as well but it's just the juxtaposition of Anne making Armand this insanely bewitching, seductive creature to virtually all he encounters, but things rarely play out in his favor in that regard, and then when they do, they don't last.

(Until PL trilogy, you know what - thank fuck for those three books, it was rough being an Armand girlie back in the day and never knowing what happened to him after the events of B&G and Merrick, just absolutely horrendous).

[softquietsteadylove]

We need more fake wedding/engagement AU pls ♥️

"Hey."

"Hey," Gil looked up, surprised by the soft voice and the silent steps padding into the kitchen. He pulled up his piping bag from making little rosettes of whipped potatoes. "What are you doing up?"

It had been yet another long day, and even longer than most. Ajak had required Gil to make a slew of appetizers for the engagement party she was insisting on hosting for them. He had agreed, of course, because it made sense.

Thena had expressed her worry over him slaving away in the kitchen for a party supposedly in his honour; couldn't they just get it catered? He said it was sweet, but he was happy to cook for it, and he would have plenty of time to prepare everything, so it wasn't like he would be too stressed about it.

It was only a partial lie, and it only satisfied Thena partially anyway.

She then spent all day helping Ajak plan the layout for the party in the expansive 'back yard' of the property, including their little section of beach. Ajak had the best eye for decoration, but Thena was a master planner. She had every square inch optimised and every minute accounted for while Sersi and Makkari focused on the guest list and aesthetic for the party.

They had both reconvened at the dinner table, swaying from the fatigue of the day. Thena had even excused herself earlier than normal to get some sleep.

"Are you still preparing for the party?" Thena asked, ignoring his question about why she was up. She walked closer, pulling her cardigan around herself. She wore a cardigan because it was cold but preferred the silence she could achieve with bare feet?

"I'm almost done," he smiled, piping his last few dollops of Duchess potatoes. "These just need to set, and then tomorrow I'll bake them with a butter bath and a little cheese so they can be served hot."

Thena drifted around the side of the table to him, similar to how she had hovered the day of the sandwich making--a day which neither of them had mentioned, but did it ever stick out in his mind.

He could never forget the feeling of her lips at the corner of his. Although he could also never forget the look on his mom's face when they both realised she was still in the room to witness their little moment. He had been embarrassed, sure, but Thena had all but run out of the room, barely looking at either of them for the rest of the night. She looked cute all flustered, though.

Thena watched him as he worked. "You're working awfully tirelessly for a party that should be for you."

He smiled at her, squeezing out the last bit of potato. "For us!--and besides, I don't mind."

"You keep saying that."

He couldn't help but be a little surprised. He hadn't expected her to voice a kind of defensiveness in his name. He shrugged, "I dunno, I'm used to it."

She tilted her head at him (cutely).

"I've always done stuff like this," he supplied easily as he finally set down his piping bag and looked at the three trays of apps he had finished. "Don't get me wrong, mom's a great cook, but stuff like this...I did do catering before I started at the company."

Thena also eyed his bounty, including all the dishes left from it. "Most caterers have entire teams to assist them, too."

He shrugged again, somewhat more sheepishly. "I guess, but honestly, hiring a caterer is more trouble than it's worth. At least I know what we all like, what we don't, that kind of thing. I know Sersi is allergic to buckwheat, I know Kari doesn't really like meat even if she's not totally vegetarian. I know Druig is picky with textures and I know you hate seafood."

Thena rolled her eyes at him.

He chuckled, though, picking up his tray and getting ready to load up the fridge even more. He smiled as Thena pulled the door open for him. "It's something I can do to take care of my family, y'know? Mom has done so much for us our whole lives."

And his father had done absolutely jack-shit for them.

"I wanna do whatever I can to help out," he concluded as she helped him load the last tray. The rest of the fridge was already stuffed with cheese appetizers, puff pastries to be baked, fruits that needed carving, and plenty else.

He turned and stretched with a groan. He was far from done, "I'll be up soon, don't worry. I just gotta finish these-"

"Leave them." He looked down at Thena, but she stared right back at him, arms crossed around her. "Leave the dishes for tomorrow."

He looked around the kitchen; it was pretty disastrous, and he didn't want to imagine what it would be like if his mother's kitchen weren't so massive. "The sink's totally full, not to mention the dishwasher. I can't-"

"It's not as if anyone will be using the kitchen for themselves tomorrow anyway," she shook her head, even pulling him by the hand. "They can wait until tomorrow, Gil."

"But-" he floundered, although he wasn't trying all that hard to escape the grasp of her very cold, very delicate hand. He looked down at the hand, and then at her bare feet again. "Thena, you're freezing--seriously, why aren't you in bed?"

She didn't answer him, still pulling him with her to their shared guest room.

"Were you cold?" he asked, and he had a feeling he was getting warmer (no pun intended). He tilted his head to try and get a better look at her, "is it too big? I told mom we didn't need a king sized bed."

"Just come to bed, Gilgamesh."

He grinned; she couldn't sleep without him.

He could admit just to himself that he had also gotten used to sleeping with her. After the general horror of sleeping with his best friend in a partial state of undress wore off, he had to admit, it was comfy. They fit together well, he gave off enough warmth for the both of them, and Thena would naturally wake him up by running her fingers through his hair.

Neither of them had mentioned that either, but he had a feeling she liked cuddling too.

"Fine," he conceded, yawning as he trudged up the stairs. "But I'm being a bad chef by leaving all that sitting there."

"I'm sure the code of conduct will forgive you," she drawled, finally bringing him into the room. She hadn't even closed the door behind her. She really did get up just to bring him to bed with her.

Gil sighed as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He was more tired than he thought he was.

"Get changed and lie down, Gil. Don't worry about the dishes."

Well, if she was going to tempt him with that lovely voice she had. He grumbled, hauling himself up and to the bathroom adjoining their room. Now that he was in the comfort of the familiar space, he felt how exhausted he was. Maybe she was right, he should ask for more help with stuff like this.

The dishes did get done, though. By the time he came downstairs the next morning to ask why she had gotten up so early, Thena had done every single one of them.

[l0vegl0wsinthedark]

Hiiii! So I was wondering, you did a drabble a while ago that was Harry and Draco in an airport and Draco was all mesmerised by the Muggle stuff ect and it was so cute lol, would you ever consider doing a CHristmas drabble where Harry takes Draco shopping at a Muggle mall and he's all cute and hyper about all the decorations and Santa and stuff? I love your works so much, thank you for all you do!

[I'm so sorry i didn't write this on time for Christmas, I'm so ashamed, please accept this tiny piece and I'll do better next time 🥺♥️]

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When Harry had entered the mall an hour ago, Draco holding his hand as though afraid he might evaporate, he'd blinked twice and then looked at Draco to note his reaction at the view. Harry's own opinion was that the place looked like Father Christmas had personally gone from floor to floor, store to store, throwing up violently festive decorations.

But Draco's eyes had just lit up, his face turning pink with excitement and enthusiasm.

They'd only covered one floor since then, because Draco wanted to visit every. Single. Store. One had been a maternity store. Draco had rifled through feeding bras. Then he browsed through the breast pumps with very wide eyes. Then he'd consented to getting some mulled wine at a pop-up next door.

Then he'd had two more and now Draco tripped along next to Harry insisting they resume browsing stores.

'We went in that one already,' Harry said pulling him on gently.

'Really? When?' Draco sounded very confused and Harry definitely didn't want to laugh.

'We've been in there too, love,' Harry said, expertly manoeuvring them away and in one fluid motion, onto an escalator.

Draco's question was lost as he swayed and hurriedly held on.

'I could've sworn we hadn't been in that bridal wear store,' he murmured, glassy eyes surveying the next floor.

Harry managed to keep them on track after that. Despite the frenzied masses, the overwhelming cheer shoved into their faces, and Draco's uncontrollable urge to explore, they were done with their respective Christmas shopping by dinnertime.

Until Draco spotted something over the heads of a gathered crowd.

'What-- who is he?' he asked.

'Er... Father Christmas, I suppose,' Harry said carefully. 'Okay, so we'll Disapparate from the parking lot th--?'

'My god, he's quite a sight.'

'Er... Right.'

'Very loud, that red, isn't it?'

'Yeah.'

'I like his glasses.'

Harry immediately touched his own specs. Then he realised he was scowling.

'You ready to go?'

'Harry, what are they doing? Is he-- oh, does he know that little girl?'

'No. He's er... She'll tell him what she wants for Christmas.'

Draco's eyes got very round. 'He'll bring her a present on Christmas?'

No, he'll tell the parents and then they'll go looking for something they've probably never heard of, Harry did not say.

'Yeah.'

'Okay, I know what I want,' Draco said excitedly, and joined the queue.

'You-- what? Draco.'

'We have a bit before we get up there, Harry. For heaven's sake have a request ready.' Draco adjusted his collar over his jumper and smoothed his hair. 'Can't dilly-dally while you're on his lap. Not Father Christmas: the head of Christmas.'

Harry spent the next twenty minutes hissing at Draco to get out of line and that he's not a kid and that it was just a bloke in a red suit and that beard is most likely fake, Draco, please get out of the line.

Then it was Draco's turn and red in the face, Draco handed his bags to Harry and stepped up onto the short dias. The Santa looked very confused but Draco was already sitting down on his lap, very prim and neat. His head rose above Santa's.

'Um... What's your name, then, young man?'

'Draco Malfoy, Father,' Draco replied nervously.

The old man looked so completely confounded Harry nearly laughed despite his mortification.

'Er... Right. So, um, I suppose I must ask you now if you have been good?'

Draco blinked. 'Good at what?'

'At-- You know...? Have you been a naughty boy, Draco?'

Harry thought he was definitely going to die any minute. Draco sat frozen in shock, eyes bugging out at Father Christmas's confused face.

'I beg your pardon?' Draco screeched and suddenly every single person in the vicinity was looking at them.

'We're leaving,' Harry said, stepping forward to grab Draco's arm.

'Just because you're a powerful man, you think you can-- this is my boyfriend right here!'

'No, no, he's just-- yes, actually, he's just drunk. Draco let's go.'

'Do you know how powerful he is?!'

Harry couldn't even think over all the loud voices around.

'Hex this fake beard right off your--'

'OUCH! BOLLOCKS!'

Harry looked around in horror to see Draco yanking at Santa's beard - which he now realised was very real.

'COME ON!' Harry bellowed, dragging Draco wildly through the mall until they found an empty bathroom stall to Disapparate out of.

'I didn't even tell him what I want,' seethed Draco, gnashing his teeth. 'Naughty boy. I'll show him naughty boy.'

Harry pulled him closer by the elbow and said, 'Please don't.'

Crack!

*

[psychedelic-ink]

sweetest sil can I request 5 and 11 with javier peña or din djarin? dealers choice ♥️

babes thank you so much for requesting ❤️ I hope you enjoy some good old spicy times with din!

prompt list: #5 “i want you, now”

somebody desperate

pairing: din djarin x f!reader

genre: smut, a bit of hurt/comfort vibes

word count: 0,7k

summary: Din needs to feel you, both emotionally and physically.

warnings: piv, glove kink, needy!din, brief mention of reader getting injured but nothing serious

MLISTS .  LIBRARY.

“I want you, now.” 

The words take you by surprise. You and Din had just arrived back to the Razor Crest from handing over a bounty. It hadn’t been a particularly hard mission, but it wasn’t an easy one either. Sweat and dirt cling to your skin, a bit of blood caked underneath your clothes— nothing serious, just scrapes and bruises. His back is turned to you— body straight, and muscles full of tension. You swallow and take a step forward. 

“What…What do you mean by that?” 

He heaves out a deep sigh, tremors rush up and down his body. Light reflects off of his armor. You want to reach out and touch him but refuse to do so. Din has a habit of being extra jumpy after jobs, and the last thing you want to do is make him feel uncomfortable. 

“I just want you,” he says, his shoulders falling. “‘Want to feel you around me, under me—Just—Fuck. Just come here please,” 

You don’t make him say it twice. With quick steps your walk around him and stand an inch away. He pulls you into a tough embrace, beskar-covered arms squeezing the air out from your lungs. Din’s not the type to show his worries easily, you never truly quite understand what he thinks, or what he feels. 

“You’re hurt,” he says, modulated voice hiding little of his worry. 

“It’s not that bad,” you mutter, pressing your forehead against his chest plate. It feels cool against your skin. “It doesn’t even hurt.” 

His hips start to sway back and forth, the outline of his cock brushing upon your clothed sex. You let out a stuttered breath, heat licks the bottom of your spine and arousal grows wet between your legs. 

“If you want me you can have me,” you whisper. Your hand cheats between your bodies. With your fingers, you feel the length of his cock; Warm, solid, and mouthwatering. His hips jerk into your touch, breath caught in his throat. 

“Are you sure?” 

As soon as you whisper your approval the world around you blurs. You find yourself bent over his cot, legs dangling from the entrance with Din’s drooling cock pressed against the curve of your ass. You feel precum dripping onto your skin. 

You feel uncomfortably wet between your thighs. He feels it with the pads of his gloved fingers, and those same fingers soon appear an inch away from your lips. With an eager whine you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, you imagine him smiling as he stuffs the digits into your mouth. The taste of it is bitter. Your eyes roll back. 

He fills you inch by inch, groans and grunts dropping from his lips. You feel the electricity of pleasure raking up your skin, half pleasurable half painful. You feel the smooth surface of his helmet between your shoulders, he trembles with his cock buried deep inside, and you sigh at the feeling. 

“I’m yours, I hope you know that,” he swallows. “These feelings…they’re all so new to me,” 

“It’s okay, Din. I know, of course, I do. I’m yours too, I only feel like I belong when I’m with you.” 

That’s all he needs for him to pull away and start ramming himself into you. The stretch of his cock makes your stomach roll. He slams into you, again and again, fingers digging into your hips enough to bruise. Wet sounds echo in the ship, hid pacing frantic and possessive. With your own moans loud and clear on your lips, you can barely hear him calling your name, his voice needy. 

“Di–in,” Your cunt throbs around his cock, squeezing and pulling him in deeper. “I-I’m going—” 

Pleasure bursts across your skin before you can properly warn him. Your legs shake, pussy gushing around him. Dİn doesn’t stop—he doesn’t even slow down— he only moans alongside you and ruts into you faster, harder. His stomach clenches and his balls feel tight. He manages to rip another orgasm out of you when he falls, his body draped over you like a blanket. You squeal. It’s too much, the way he’s fucking his cock deeper and deeper is too much— 

But it also makes you feel more alive than ever. 

[sehtoast]

would love to please request a fanfic where Homelander surprises Ben with a romantic dinner for an anniversary or something 🥹🕷️🇺🇸♥️💙🤍

Ask and ye shall receive, lovely anon <3

It’d been a whole year.

One full year since they’d gotten together. Something Ben himself expressed that he could hardly believe happened so fast. He wasn’t one to have ever had luck with relationships, nor did he ever think he’d find something like… well, like them.

They’d had their ups and downs. Arguments after some fucked up situations, sleepless nights, bickering over not leaving the toilet seat up, or even something as silly as whose room they’d be sleeping in. But, god, it was perfect.

Even Homelander knew it. Six years with Maeve, a lifetime being toyed with by Madelyn, and none of it– fucking none of it was ever like this. For all the times others have made him doubt their love for him, Benjamin never has.

He feels like the sun is rising in his chest every time he looks at the bug. Every time he hears that voice, it makes his heart flutter. He feels like one of those stupid teenagers in the movies, all love stricken and sappy. But, god above, when that head lays on his chest and he gets to guard Ben’s dreams at night…

He knows he’s home. Knows he’s found what he’s been searching so very long for.

It’s why he tries his fucking hardest to make something special of the day. Plans weeks in advance for the best of the best from Vought’s kitchens to whip up something luxurious and decadent. He damn near slaughters half of them when they inform him of seafood dishes being part of the spread.

”Did I, or did I not specifically tell you miserable morons that my guest is fucking allergic?” He all but bellowed. Of course Ben could eat the stuff in moderation, but he wasn’t about to watch his little love bug break out in hives or get a swollen lip over something so easily avoided.

He was a madman during the assembly. Bossing the florists around, tormenting the staff who converted the main room of his penthouse to a dining setup beyond perfect for a romantic evening. Candles– unscented for his poor senses– a nice, fancy tablecloth, soft music in the background, and a fucking massive spread of everything he knew his little spider likes.

Well, everything he likes that constitutes real food.

He paces while he waits for Benjamin. Checks that the collar of his suit is perfectly straight, practices what he’ll say, how he’ll look at him. Will he greet Ben with charm and poise, or flatout tell his little love bug that dinner won’t be the only thing getting devoured tonight? Should he pluck a flower to hand to him when he arrives, should he–

The sound of his balcony door pulls him out of his thoughts. He does an awkward half-run-half-walk around the corner, an excited smile plastered on his face as he approaches Benjamin’s awe struck form.

Even with the mask on, he can still see the surprised look on his little spider’s face. Before Ben can speak, Homelander is upon him, arms wrapping around his waist from behind, face nuzzling against the seam of his mask as he sways gently.

“My little spider,” he murmurs. “My sweet little Benjamin…”

That earns him a happy hum and a gloved hand trailing through his hair.

“Aren’t you quite the romantic?” Ben smirks. “What’s the occasion?”

Homelander stills and blinks rapidly, brow furrowing once he realizes Ben was serious.

“W-Wait, did you forget?” He asks incredulously, feeling a pit of disappointment gnawing at his gut. “It’s… our anniversary… I- We’ve been together for a whole year.”

He watches with baited breath as Ben tugs his mask free. Normally he’d reach out and ruffle his flattened brown locks, but…

He felt crushed.

How could he forget?

How could Benjamin fucking forget him!?

All of this work, all of this effort and planning and stress, and he didn’t–

“Johnny,” Ben looks at him bewildered, a tickle of amusement forming a grin. “What day is it?”

“Saturday, what does that-”

“Month and day, babe.” Ben quirks a brow, smile growing wider and wider.

Homelander isn’t sure if he wants to resent him more for the mockery or forgetting their special day.

“It’s April fucking seventh. And you forgot our fucking anniversary!” He grits, arms tightening around Ben’s midsection.

How could he?

How could he sit there giggling and grinning as though he didn’t just ruin their day? Like he didn’t forget him, his Johnny, his pumpkin, his fucking boyfriend! Supposed love of his fucking life!

“Wait, you’re serious?” Ben asks, smile growing wider despite the near punishing grip around his waist. “Pumpkin, this is the day you recruited me. We didn't start dating till the end of May, remember?”

What?

Homelander stands dumbfounded, arms loosening, eyes squinting in thought as he runs through the math in his head.

“Babe, d’you really consider the day I joined to be the day we started dating?”

“I-” He began, but stopped when the air caught in his throat.

Ben was right.

That was exactly how he’d thought of it.

“I mean,” he tries again, eyes flitting from Ben’s beaming grin to the table. The music still lingers in the background, trying desperately to set a romantic mood over top of the embarrassing moment.

Ben stares up at him for a while, smile tapering off once he realizes John truly had considered this their anniversary. In a way, it’s touching. Benjamin brings his hands to Homelander’s face, thumbing softly at his cheeks.

“You are so precious.” He says softly, sincerity dripping from his voice like honey. “Y’know what? I take it back. This is our day.” Ben peeks back at the table for a second. “And you worked so hard to make it special, and…”

He presses a sweet kiss to the corner of Homelander’s lips.

“And I love you.”

Words he’d never tire of hearing.

He feels like a fucking buffoon for getting the day wrong, worse yet for the way he almost went off on his little spider.

“They were gonna serve us seafood,” he blurts out, straying away from the subject of his mistake. “About killed the cooks for it…”

Ben huffs a laugh, snaking his arms around Homelander’s neck. He begins to sway just as John had done initially, leading them in an aimless dance.

“Very thoughtful of you to make sure I don’t end up with fucked up lips for the night,” Ben nuzzles against his neck. “Proud of you for not lasering the chef, babe.”

“Mmm,” he hums. “They still haven’t passed the taste test yet.”

After a little while longer, the two sit and eat, bantering back and forth about little things. Homelander would have opted for some nice wine, but he’s always known Ben to be a cocktail kind of guy. A premade drink dispenser holds his favorite: a green tea cocktail. Homelander just sips on milk.

He watches with joy as his little love bug becomes more and more tipsy. His cheeks grow rosy, his smiles are wider, and his giggles get infinitely sweeter. Ben does something when he drinks that Homelander has never quite been on the receiving end of before. No previous lover ever gave him the experience, but Ben..?

Benjamin, every time, without fail, moves to straddle him. Pinches his cheeks and gushes about every little thing he loves about him.

“And you have the cutest fuckin’ nose!”

He can’t help but grin and blush after the umpteenth compliment. Big accomplishment to make The fucking Homelander turn red, but Ben managed it with ease.

“Softest hair, prettiest eyes. Nice teeth, nice ass,” Ben continues, laughter singing through every word. “And you snore cute when you actually do sleep.”

He wants to be offended. There’s no way he snores!

“You make me feel like m’home. ‘N all those weird things poets say make a lot more sense now that I got you!”

Oh?

“Why in the world did I tell them to make that green shit?” He laments playfully, leaning forward to kiss at Ben’s neck.

“‘Cuz you love me!” Benjamin states confidently. States it for the fact it is.

“And who told you that, huh?”

“You did.” Ben breathes softly. “Every morning. And night. And like thirty times throughout the day when you text me to gripe that I’m not wherever you are. And then when you mixed up the date today. And when you bitched out the cooks because I got allergies. And wh–”

Homelander silences him with a kiss, deep and soft. He can taste the sweetness of Ben’s drink on his breath, but it’s the taste of the man himself that consumes him. His words, his understanding of what those stupid little things mean, his love.

“And… again,” Ben gasps between pecks. “By doin’ this.”

That only makes him want to kiss the bug more, kiss him deeper, take all that he can have. To be known is one thing, but to be understood…

He’s found his home.

Found it in the web of a spider.

Found it nestled in the heart of his little Benjamin.

There truly is no place like home.

[the-cannibal]

Hi! New here. I would like to request a matchup please!!

Your stuff rocks. That's all I have to say---

I'm 5'9, plus-sized with short curly hair (think pixie!) and slightly tomboyish. I like to knit and crochet and bake! Big 90s grunge fan and a death metal lover. Pearl Jam owns my heart. But... I'm a whore for country. I'm talking Toby Keith, Hank Williams Jr., and George Strait.

I've got ADHD and a light dusting of the 'tism, and come off as rude at times even though I'm well meaning (I think).

Thank you!!! ♥️

- 🐑

Hello sheep anon! Thank you so much, I’m happy you like my stuff! I love death metal as well! I swear everyone who requests has such good taste in music-

I wrote this on my phone so sorry if anything is laid out weird

I paired you with…

Lester Sinclair!

Originally I was gonna pair you with Bo, but then I saw you liked country music so I thought Lester was better!

You two sing along loud and proud in his truck to any and every country song that comes on the radio!

Oh how he loves your baked goods! Lester has always had a sweet tooth, so don’t be surprised if he puts on a couple pounds from your baking. He can’t help it! It’s just all so good!

While he loves sweets, I don’t think he’s much of a baker. He burns everything- so you’ll just have to help him! Bake together while a song is playing on the radio, you two swaying together as you stir and mix whatever is in your bowl.

Knit this boy some gloves for the winter. His steering wheel can be very cold to the touch in the cold wether, you don’t want him catching a cold!

I personally like to headcannon that Lester has a dusting of the tism’, so he understands you! He doesn’t panic when you come off as rude, he knows you aren’t meaning it.

Would definitely get your attention back with kisses. Your in the middle of talking and start to trail off? He kisses your nose and draws you right back!

He loves that you’re tomboyish because he doesn’t quite know how well he could handle someone who isn’t- man picks up roadkill, he needs someone who ain’t afraid of gettin a bit dirty

[deimosed]

— 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐍 !!

cute nicknames they call you! | ft. main trio + tricky , jebus , sherif , 2bdamned , auditor

warnings ; none really , just more fluff !

note ; got bored and just thought it was a cute idea. hope y’all like !!

# — 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐉. 𝐖𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐍

your name, or your nickname. (ex. ash for ashley)

I don’t really see them saying a sort of cutesy nick name for his s/o, lol. he rarely even speaks, and when he does want your attention they either tap you or just flat out say your name. but they have such kindness and softness in their voice every time they say it, despite his fairly deep and brash voice. so don’t feel too bad. <3

# — 𝐃𝐄𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐒

sweets, sugar, and boo.

now, deimos never really came across a lot of sugary things in nevada, but he claims if he ever were to try anything sweet, it would “taste just like you!”. both in taste and personality, you are the sweetest person he’s ever met. he could just look at you and tell you’re made of pure sugar. and boo is just because he’s a flirtatious dork. <3

# — 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃

hun, honey, and babe.

i’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. sanford is such a gentleman, and his nicknames for you depicts that. he’s also unapologetically a huge romantic, so those nicknames are just him fantasizing about more domestic things. he says them so lovingly every time. <3

# — 2𝐁𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐄𝐃

love.

it’s funny how such a simple word can mean so much. the way i see it, 2b will always have no filter. that means you know that everything he says, he means it wholeheartedly. so don’t think of him being ‘lazy’ when it comes to you, because although simple, it means the world. <3

# — 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘

friend and mine.

weather your relationship is romantic or platonic, friend will always be his lil nickname for you. reason being, you’re the only person tricky has met that has genuine intentions, and you actually care for him. others either want to kill him, or use him for power, but you being genuinely concerned for a crazy, unhinged zombified clown like himself? well, it warms his undead heart. “mine” however…thats his more possessive behavior showing through. <3

# — 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐅

doll, darlin’, and button.

we all know just how flirtatious this man can be. he thinks you are just the cutest thing he has ever laid his eyes upon, and naturally, he is going to be a tease about it to. but hearing that thick southern accent of his? well, it can’t be all that bad, right? he sure doesn’t think so. <3

# — 𝐉𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐒

dear and dearest.

with him being through so much, you’d think his heart would be enclosed with the toughest stone known to mankind. but every single time he looks at you, that stone shatters into a million pieces, leaving him a lovesick mess of a deity. his nicknames show that no matter how many times he kills or dies, he’ll never stop loving you. <3

# — 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑

mortal, plaything, and my muse.

auditor is not as…loving as the others. well, he doesn’t sound like it anyway. he doesn’t choose to lay out his emotions all that much, so the things he says can be a bit harsh. he wants to pretend like he doesn’t care, but you do make it quite a bit hard. but when he calls you his “muse”? he’ll let that soft side of his show. just for a little. <3

[eufezco]

Hi, can you do a lengthy Fez smut where him & reader spend the day together shopping and stop at a lingerie store. She’s trying stuff on teasing him and then they go into the dressing room trying to be quiet even though fez is going hard. 😝 with lots of dirty talk pls. ♥️

Dates with Fezco were always awesome. He wasn't a big shopping fan but he enjoyed watching you try every piece of clothing you thought was cute and ask him what he thought about it with a big smile on your face, loving how you looked. Obviously, he loved seeing you that confident with yourself so he liked everything you showed him. You started doubting if he really paid attention to you because he'd always answer with a "Shit, you do be lookin' so fine and shit" or "Love that, it looks good on you" He did pay attention to you, he just couldn't say anything else because he was amazed by how you looked.

"And how's Maddy doin' and shit?" You were telling him about that whole situation you lived at the Howard's house with Cassie and Rue. You held his hand while walking around the shopping center.

"She's hurt, I think. But not because of Nate." Fez nodded. Good it's not because of him, Fezco thought. "Hey, can we go there?" You asked innocently pointing at it. Your boyfriend looked at where your finger pointed, he raised his eyebrows and looked back at you.

"Hell yeah we can."

The store was pretty and super fancy. The assistants looked at you and Fez with playful smiles on their faces. Some of them offered their help to which you responded that you weren't looking for anything specific. "I like this one." You asked indirectly for his opinion. What type of lingerie would Fezco like? Your underwear was pretty basic and he never complained about it. You had something more different for special occasions, but nothing similar to what you were looking at.

You picked two sets you found cute and you thought Fez would probably like, and he chose two more for you. "Would you come with me to the dressing room?" What a stupid question because he was already glued to you when he saw you were done. "You wait here." You left him waiting for you outside of the dressing room; the first set was chosen by Fezco and to your surprise, it was cute, and as he said you looked fuckin' amazing in it.

The second set was chosen by you. It was nothing out of this world; simple but sexy. Fezco loved it too. The third set was the last one he chose, kinda risky you thought, and barely covered you anything, but you could give it a try.

"Shit..." He licked his lips. You turned around to see yourself in the mirror, offering Fezco a perfect view of your ass. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, leaning his head back on the wall as he analyzed every inch of your body.

He was loving everything you were trying on. Each piece accentuated a different part of you; your hips, your waist, your thighs, your ass, your boobs, your neck... You were driving him insane. The way you were touching your body, adjusting the fabric to it, was provocative yet intriguing. How you swayed your hips from side to side, almost seemed like you were teasing him. "Oh so that's what she's doin'." Fez thougth. He felt his dick growing hard at the sight of you wearing that set that practically left you naked in front of him.

The fourth set made him snap. It was beautiful. It had this delicate floral print with bright colours on it. When you opened the curtain of the dressing room and revealed your floral decorated body, he nearly fell to his knees. He looked side to side, checking if someone was watching him and when he confirmed that no one was around, Fez got into the dressing room and close the curtain behind him. "What are you doing?" You laughed as he got closer and closer to you, his hands on your hips, making you walk back until you ended up against the wall. His hands caressed your body, giving you goosebumps. You knew his intentions.

"We can't do it here Fez." You said in a whisper, giggling as you felt his lips devouring every inch your neck. As you finished speaking you let out a sigh as you felt him suck a hickey on your skin. His hands were holding your hips in place and his body kept you trapped between him and the corner of the dressing room.

"Who says that?" He said, not leaving your neck. You grabbed the back of his head, helping him to deepen his kisses and you felt his teeth brushing against your skin. With your other hand, you grabbed his dick, feeling him grow even harder under your touch. He gasped against the skin of your neck when your hand played with his cock through his jeans "You look so fuckin' hot on this shit." Fez played with your lacy bra strap, looking at your body with such a lust in his eyes. He started sliding the bra strap slowly down your shoulder and arm. As Fez freed one of your boobs, your nipple got hard when the cold air of the store hit your sensitive bud. He cupped your breast while you continue palming his dick through his pants.

"Turn around." Fez said as he put your bra back on. You did as he said, hands against the wall and legs spread waiting for him. Fezco unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans, and put his underwear down just enough to take out his hard dick. You were about to take the lacy panties off when you heard him say "Keep 'em." You smiled to yourself, you knew he was gonna like them but you didn't expect him to turn him on that much. His hand squeezed your ass and moved the panties aside just enough to line himself up against your entrance. "You better be quiet ma'." He slide inside you easily thanks to how wet you were and let out a groan when he bottomed you. You tried not to make any sound but Fez started fucking you at an animalistic pace. His hips hammering into you. One of his hands kept you in place, leaving fingerprint sized bruises, while the other one was covering your mouth.

"You're so fuckin' nasty, I know you like this. What if someone walks in right now huh?" Your mind was blank. If someone walked in on you right now, probably you would beg Fez to not stop fucking you. Fez moved the hand on your hip inside the panties, spreading your folds and guiding his fingers to your clit. You let out a suffocated moan, louder than you'd like to admit, but Fezco's hand on your mouth was doing a really good job. He moved his fingers at just the right pace to match his thrust. "Yeah ma', I can feel you clenchin' already. But you gon' need to be a good girl and shut yo' mouth if yo' wanna cum."

You felt your legs go weak with every each of his movements. "Fez, please... I'm gonna fall, Fez..." Your legs almost collapsing because of all the shaking. He, of course, wasn't gonna let that happen. Fez pulled his dick out of you, leaving you empty and extremely confused. "Jump." He sounded so convinced about it. His hands helped you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. "Good girl." Fez kissed your shoulder as he pushed his dick inside you again. A soft "fuck..." scaped from your mouth while your ankles nailed on the lower part of his back. He pounded into your wet core at the same pace as before, you sunk your teeth into his freckled shoulder. Fez gasped. "Cum for me, I wanna see yo' cum on these pretty fuckin' cute panties and ruin 'em." He gripped your ass and sucked on the skin of your neck creating a beautiful purple mark.

Your orgasm grew in the lower part of your stomach, and you knew Fezco was about to cum too because of how his dick twitched inside you. Your back arched and your mouth opened in a perfect "O" shape. You were gonna let out a loud sob that would've exposed you and Fez but he was quicker than you, throwing his hand back to your mouth and choking your moans with it. A few seconds later, he came inside you with a deep groan. You both stayed like that until you caught your breaths, Fezco's forehead on your shoulder and you giving soft strokes to the back of his head. He carefully put you down and kissed your lips, looking you up and down one more time wearing the lingerie set.

"Yeah we definitely buyin' this shit."

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Mermaid’s Tale (Drabble)

Pairing: Husband!Chris x Wife!Reader

Summary: Y/n has another one of her schemes underway, one which may include a scaly tale and a surprised Chris

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

What else do you do when your husband is at work? Buy one of those latex mermaid tails off amazon. It was the perfect plan.

As soon as Chris left for the company with his goodbye kiss, I perched myself onto the couch, laptop in tow. I remember seeing someone on Tiktok getting one and having a blast, so why couldn’t I?

Scrolling through the site none of the tails had caught my eye, until I saw a lovely royal blue mermaid tail jumping out at me. The ends of the tail itself detailed intricately, five star reviews all around with people even saying they had bought more in different colours. My eyes widening when it said it would be delivered tomorrow, a smile deepening itself onto my face.

The rest of the day had passed slowly, with me counting down the minutes until Chris was home from work. Yeah he made it a thing to text me at least once every hour to check on me, but it wasn’t the same. My man in my eyes was absolutely perfect down to a T, hell even the way he got angry could make me hot and bothered.

“Bunny? Where are ya? i’m home!” I heard a voice call out from the front door interrupting my train of thought, feeling like a puppy as I ran to greet him. His arms engulfing me into a hug, his sweaty cologne scent filling my nose as he kissed my head gently, his arms swaying us from side to side.

“I missed ya today” He whispered squeezing me even tighter, backing us up further into the house until we reached the staircase a few metres away.

“You said that yesterday” I laughed pulling away, his tired eyes smiling down at me, his hands caressing the apples of my cheeks tenderly.

“Cus I miss ya everyday bunny” Bending down he pressed his lips to both of my cheeks, a pout on my lips when he pulled away

“Oh my how could I forget” He jokingly said watching me furrow my brows in frustration, his lips crashing down onto mine. His lips opening mine skilfully, his tongue sliding in with mine.

“Are you hungry? There’s spaghetti in the microwave for you” My fingers played with the chain around his neck waiting for his answers,

“Nah it’s okay baby, i’d rather jus' stay in bed with you tonight. After I shower of course”

“Yeah cause you stink Chrissy, no offence” I said dramatically walking up the stairs warily knowing he was going to start chasing me, and within seconds we had started a sprint towards our bedroom, with me catapulting myself into our bed and under the blankets.

“Oh yeah keep hidin, after I shower you’re so gettin it bun” He said as I heard him gathering his stuff from drawers, the sound of the bathroom door closing echoing through the room. Turning onto my side I looked at the clock to see it had just turned 8PM yet I felt so tired out for some reason. Taking Chris' spare pillow, I hugged onto it and felt the heaviness weigh down on my eyes.

(Time Skip)

(Y/n's P.O.V)

I felt a soft hand run up and down my stomach rhythmically, my body feeling all warm and cozy thanks to Chris. Slowly looking around to him, I saw him smile at me smugly, leaning in to kiss my lips. “You alright?” I asked

“Better than alright, now go ahead n’ sleep baby. I’ll be here when you wake up”

Nodding my head half asleep, I turned back around my cuddled back into his pillow, feeling Chris spoon me from behind.

(The Next Morning)

Getting up bright and early at 7AM, was a surprise, especially for me. I hd decided to let Chris sleep in knowing how tired he was from work yesterday, excitement creeping up my bones when I remembered that my mermaid tail was arriving today.

Hearing the doorbell ring sharply at 8am was my calling, signing for it, and bringing it into the living room I quickly opened the gigantic cardboard box it had come in. Dodger wagging his tail beside me as he also anticipated it, or maybe he remembered that I said we would go in the pool today?

Dragging it out I saw the full size of the tail, it’s weight and make showing extremely good quality, no wonder it got hundreds of good reviews. Unable to hold myself any longer I got into bikini underwear, walking outside with my new tail and matching shell bra. Putting on the blue bra first, I sat down and carefully tugged on the tail before securing it around my waist.

Dodger not wasting any time in getting into the pool and splashing about.

“Okay Dodge here I go buddy” I said dropping myself into the pool, the tail weighing me down but not in a bad way. Pulling myself to the edge of the pool, I decided to try and swim to the other side and see how it goes. So on a count of three I was off, flipping the tail as I manoeuvred myself across the pool with ease, sure it tired the hell out of my core and legs but it was a sacrifice I was willing to make. Again and again I swam lengths with the tail, only stopping when I heard Chris calling out for me from the glass doors of our house.

“Babe what’re ya doin in the pool this early?” He asked with a bright smile on his face, with nothing but a pair of swim shorts on, his bed hair still rocking his head.

He walked over and bent down to the edge of the pool, caught in surprise when I leant up and kissed him cheekily. His hand coming up to rub my head softly.

“Chris look, you gotta see this” I squealed throwing myself backwards to show off my newly acquired taste for scales, his face dropping in shock as be watched me swim back over to him.

“Wh- When- Ya know what never-mind, I love it baby. Got me my own siren huh?”

“Mhm, gonna sing to seduce you n everything”

“Oh baby you know I love you, but you know you can’t sing” He joked coming into the pool beside me,

“Plus if you wanna seduce me, all ya gotta do is this” He said with his hand reaching up to my face and pulling my pouting lips up into a smile, “oh and this” He joked, his hand coming up behind me to unclip my bra and steal it from me.

“You’re so annoying”

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[virtualbunny]

heyy, could you write about if the boys were having nightmares constantly after war and their s/o trying to comfort them etc. ♥️

I recommend y'all to listen to sad songs to make yourself suffer a bit 🫶

Miller's squad: they have nightmares and you comfort them

John Miller: wakes up with a gasp and eyes open wide. You knew what it was, the usual stuff, So you place a hand on his chest and pull yourself closer to him to remind him that he's here with you and not there.

Mike Horvath: plays it off like always, you know the whole "I'm fine it's just a nightmare". But both of you know that it's not "just" a nightmare. You comfort him by hugging him and telling him that it's okay and to not be ashamed of them.

Daniel Jackson: it's mostly nightmares about the belltower, he has never spoken about it just once and you've heard it from the others in the squad. It's usually like him jumping up out of bed, sweating, hyperventilating and screaming "PARKER GET OUT!". You cradle him closely to you not saying anything. Just swaying from side to side while stroking his head while he cries.

Richard Reiben: He's disgusted of himself. Everytime. You can feel the aura of that. You wake up by hearing the shower turned on and barely there sobs, you make your way to the bathroom and see him standing in the shower. Looking down on the tiles, fists closed up hard, nails digging into the flesh of his palm. You step into the shower still with your pyjamas on and lifts his head up with your hands and look him into the eyes and say "it's not your fault, Richard". You two stand there for a while hugging eachother.

Irwin Wade: the tremendous gulit of not being able to save everyone was eating him up everynight. Whispering in his sleep that he's sorry... over and over again. You usually spoon him or cradle him like a parent to it's child and tell him. Every single night. That it's not his fault and it never will be. It always ends up with him falling back asleep in your arms.

Stanley Mellish: the only time he's able to talk about his time over there was during the night. Not like "oh yeah this and that happend". No. It's the screaming crying abou begging someone to stop, you probably guess it's related to the big scar on his chest. Like the others, you hold him close to you and look him in the eyes telling him with a soft voice " it's over.. you are here with me now... at home not there".

Timothy Upham: you can see that he's having his usual nightmares by him balling his fist up and dragging the cover closer to him, him shivering, him having his face scrunched up in agony. You pull yourself closer to him, taking his hands in yours and having your forehead pressed agains his to have him feel and hear your breath to remind him that it's "just" a nightmare... again.

Adrian Caparzo: his usual twisting and turning always wakes you up. You're afraid that he'll hurt himself everytime he does that so you gently shook him awake and tell him that he's having a nightmare again. He apologizes but you tell him that it's nothing to apologize about, you bring him water and later you cuddle to help him fall asleep again.

haha this made me sad 🥲

[wakaoujisenhime]

hello~ do you know these gif headcanons? Could you possibly do one for GOM and Kagami and how they would comfort you after a hard day?

A/N: hi there and yes I do, I’ve just never tried/done one of these before so this will be a first for me! Hope you will enjoy these and thank you for requesting it! (੭ˊᵕˋ)੭♥️

Tags: GoM and Kagami x reader ✅ fluff ✅

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Kuroko:

❥ the moment he sees you enter your joint apartment he instantly knows that something’s up but he isn’t a man of many words so he’d just stand there with his usual soft and inviting smile, waiting for you to walk into his spread arms; he’d kiss the top of your head and whisper silent praises of how well you’d held on

Kagami:

❥ “love goes through the stomach” as many say and Kagami is one of the fellow people who agree with that statement; when you come back home your beaten expression is message enough for the man to put on his apron and start preparing dinner for you and it was a matter of minutes for his professional cooking skills to catch your attention and make you smile at how playfully and professionally he prepares everything; the perks of joining him entail many kisses and even a couple of hugs

Kise:

❥ the moment everything comes crashing down and you can’t hold your emotions back, whether you start crying, screaming, throwing stuff around, insulting people left and right Kise would stand aside and look at you with his big but glassy puppy eyes, his heart hurting up until the point where he’d stand in front of you and wait for you to lean on him for support

Midorima:

❥ giving words of comfort was never this man’s forte, so he’d be more than just taken aback when he sees you being emotionally drained; while you’re lost in your thoughts trying to process everything, he’d start thinking of a way to distract you from it and what better way than with his love for horoscopes and stars? Midorima would simply come up to you, take your hand, bring you out to the terrace and start talking about constellations until even you have to giggle at his nerdy way of comfort

Aomine:

❥ Aomine isn’t someone you’d like to have around when you had a bad day, he’s rather harsh and uninterested so that he doesn’t help much when needed, but there are times when even he himself just can’t help but want to support you, especially when it’s really hard for you; he’d stand in front of you and wait for you to say or do something and when you don’t he’d take matters in his own hands, press you against a wall, shower you with kisses, and wait until you’re ready to talk

Murasakibara:

❥ no matter what kind of problem you’re facing, Murasakibara is always the anchor for you that would be there and help you with whatever, but in the majority of times you’d always be the one to go up to him and look for support; one day you were so agitated that you didn’t pay him any mind and continued brooding over the things that happened to you so when you felt his big arms wrap around you from behind you were more than just surprised, him kissing your neck and whispering comforting lines next to your ear was ultimately what made you melt against his broad chest

Akashi:

❥ if there’s anyone more suited for comforting or bringing you on other thoughts then that’s him, not only is he able to figure out what bothers you, but he also knows when to stop asking/talking about it and change the subject; while you’re looking out of the window still not able to take your mind off today’s happenings, he’d light a couple of aromatic candles, put on some of your favorite relaxing music, and gently take your hands, wrap them around his neck, and start swaying from side to side alongside you, kissing you softly and caressing your head

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OUR LOVE BROKE MY HEART AND STOPPED YOURS

MATT MURDOCK X READER

Warnings: F! Reader. First-person pov / third-person pov. Non-linear storytelling. Organ transplant.

↳ HORROR / ANGST FIC :: For context, this is my reader with the gift of sight, some of the references will connect to that fic but you don’t need to read it to understand the materials explored here. This fic comes with a mini playlist if anyone’s interested. If you saw this fic in a different layout earlier this week, no you didn’t♥️ 

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I Carry Your Heart With Me

Since the day before we got married.  

Whatever is done, is done by me. 

My baby In her linen and pearls, my baby with her pinup curls.

I stand before an old God in an old church on fire, 

I’ve tasted divinity after I’ve been scorned by history.

I’ve tasted the laughter of our few friends. 

What would he give for a glance at her? The priest says something but he cannot hear over the blood rushing in his ears. His sweaty palms reach forward as he takes three steps towards her: 

ONE

The years that had staggered past him etched themselves in the wrinkles of his face near his eyes and near his smile and on his hands. He was a vessel of secrets, never in one place for too long. Here today, gone the next. Yet his feet were planted firmly on the ground, where would he run? Why would he run? Matt has never felt younger, never felt freer, never felt more ready.

Tuning in to the melodic clicking of her heels that echoed down the aisle, this record would remain a timeless classic. His chest swells with pride; what a lucky man he was. 

If God is where he puts his sorrow, then in this woman, is where he’ll put his joy.

He is here today, drunk on the pheromones bouncing off her skin. Her perfume stuffs his lungs in the pattern of the lace on her dress, rows, and rows of endless fabric—light. Delicate. Floral.

When he is gone tomorrow, it will say:

Hero, 

Lawyer,

Husband. 

TWO

Light feet breezed across his floorboards humming a tune for his ears only, “Hmmm hmm I have loved you for a thousand years, I’ll love you for a thousand more.” 

He takes her by the hand and twirls her around; his linen shirt hangs loose on her body, when she comes to a stop Matthew rests his head upon hers swaying back and forth. She stood on her tippy toes and planted her warm hands on his cheek. 

The smell of fresh peonies flooded his nostrils, “Matty,” She said, in a voice that sounded like she polished the sun after a rainstorm, “You’re gonna marry me someday you know. I saw it this morning.” 

“Yeah? Tell me what you saw.” He responds a little too eager for his own good, she's right of course, as always but he’d never tell her that. Foggy and Karen had already picked the ring out; a three-carat Princess cut diamond, cut for..well—his Princess. 

“Only that you looked devilishly handsome at the end of the aisle.”

A grin breaks out on his face, he can hear the birds waking up to this news and he forgets the coffee brewing on the stove, completely enamored by her presence “Did you see how I proposed?”

“No.” She sounds earnest.

The hair on the back of his neck stood attentive and the blood rushed to his cheeks, “Good, it’s a secret. Don’t you worry, I’ll take care of you my Mrs. Murdock.” 

“Till death do us part?”

“Not even.”

THREE 

“Mr. Murdock”  His taste in music is the sound of her heels hitting the dirty New York pavements. He could hear her down the halls of the courtroom clearer than the day-old crumpled-up newspaper propelled by the wind scraping the sidewalks, charting the distance between them. She’s so close he can taste the salt on her skin.

“Who's there?” He asks, turning sharply towards the opposite direction, fringing the helpless blind man persona hard enough to cringe internally. 

“A burglar.” The response came firmly wrapped in un-amusement, with a lackadaisical bow. 

 “Oh. What are you burgling?” 

He knew he was on the precipice of something great when she quipped, “Your heart.”

“You’d steal from a blind man? For shame, for shame” Shaking his head in disappointment and tapping his cane twice for emphasis. If it's banter she wants, it's banter she should receive. 

Her laugh came bubbling to the surface like expensive champagne fizzing over “Do you care to make a comment on the case, sir?” 

Matt is going to feast on this sin with wine and cheese, like a famished man. His smile reaches his rose-tinted glasses. He cannot wait for this memory to become a punishment. 

I watch them carry your heart away from me 

Since the day after we got married. 

Whatever was done, wasn’t done by me. 

My baby without her linen and pearls, my baby without her pinup curls.

I stand before a new God in an old hospital on fire, 

I’ve tasted history and I’ve been scorned by divinity.

I’ve tasted the tears of our few friends. 

What would he give for a glance at her? The doctor says something but he cannot hear over the blood rushing in his ears. His sweaty palms reach forward as he takes three steps towards her: 

ONE

The wedding sprinted by but the car crash crept up and snatched her away. The pulse of his joy he’d tuned into had become sluggish. Matthew hates that he is now a sentimental creature, all love ever did was leave him muddy and bloody and just as alone as when he planted their first seed. The Genesis that soiled his promised land rendered the voyage fruitless.  It was as if Heaven conspired against reason. Against him. 

It had been an unassuming day in the office for him until he heard Karen’s rapid footsteps towards his door, “Matt it's for you,” was all she said. Her elevated blood pressure and the quiver in her voice as it cracked told him all he needed to know, he was already out of the firm as fast as his legs could carry him. 

He wisped past the shouting pedestrians and honking cars with little effort, he was outrunning judgment day. Bursting through the hospital doors in a frantic panic Matt grabbed onto the first warm body he could find, “My wife! What happened to my wife?!” 

He can’t hear it he can’t hear it he can’t hear it why can’t he hear it?

Motionless he stood there letting a Leviathan of sorrow unhinge its jaws and swallow him whole; his senses were disoriented by all the pain and death and suffering, was it his? Was it someone else’s? He didn’t know, pain and death are universal languages and Matt spoke them fluently. 

The wind roared and howled in protest outside the building, he ran his hand through his hair fingernails digging through his scalp, suddenly hyper-aware of her vanilla-scented shampoo he used this morning. 

When she came to, she took his large hands in her much dainty ones and croaked out, “This one isn’t yours Matty.”

Guilt sticky like bitter blackstrap molasses oozes down his conscience, what kind of man guards his city but can’t keep his own wife safe? 

He wanted to coil around her like a dragon protecting its most prized position.

TWO

Matthew is sure something holy died that night. He sits in an almost empty bar lamenting with his friends over an untouched glass of amber displaced sorrow. Lately, he couldn’t stomach anything, including the story he was telling. 

“Maybe I can see her? I’ll take her shopping. I really miss her, Matt.” 

Me too.

             “Uh, that might not be the best idea.” He rejects sweet, earnest Karen’s request.

Leaning forward placing her hand on his shoulder, “Why not?”

My wife is possessed.

            “She’s just not well Karen, I’ll let her know you asked.” Tongue pushing the lie from behind his pearly white teeth.

That night he paused at the door listening to her mumble to herself, Matt took a deep breath and let the dead and deadening of their matrimonial life commence. 

At the click of the locks, she snapped her head towards him and then came scrambling on all fours towards him clawing at the valley between her breasts, with the white-hot fury of a prophet made skeptic yelling “The wretched thing isn't mine!” She hissed hands clammy connecting to his face, “Matty! Matty! Listen to me. He wants it back, he wants it BACK! Get it OUT of me! He was a bad, bad man.”

Whimpering fell from her lips like gravel weighing down a voice she hadn’t used, sounding like gritty sandpaper against his ear, “I can see his shadow and sometimes I think his shadow can see me.”

Almost tripping on nothing he scoops her up in his arms, muscles flexing with the intensity of his desperation to keep her close, to keep her safe. He cradles her; alternating between rubbing small circles on her back and smoothing her hair “Tell me how to make it better” he coos, “I miss you so much sweetheart,” rocking her back and forth. 

She flinches at the sudden contact and curses at him in a hundred different voices— one of which was his mother’s he could have sworn it was! But listening intensely it was gone as soon as it came.  Cold-blooded body barren to his touch, he ran his calloused hands over the craters she dug into her skin; the pungent smell of dead flesh under her nails and the rot of the forbidden fruit in her mouth hits him like a train of nostalgia and sulfur and poverty and the orphanage —misfortune.

He thinks she’s two syllables away from speaking in tongues still Matt holds her close like a prayer. Or like a grudge.

He wants to spite the hand that feeds him. 

THREE 

thump thump thump ______ thump

The chime of a church bell at midnight aroused him from his slumber, somewhere due north some unsuspecting soul decided the devil should be awake. And awake she was, he heard it, the hairs at the base of his skull were now on high alert. 

Her limbs flailed around briefly before the bed creaked in agony as she sat up in one fluid motion, her chest rising and falling with every breath she took. The wind from her lungs knocked the straggled pieces of her untamed hair out of her face only for them to fall back in place when she inhaled. 

As an avalanche of frost plunges into the atmosphere; his body is compensating for the dip by working overtime to keep him warm even in the scorching summer’s heat. Yet he shivers for reasons beyond that. 

Matt can feel her tantalizing stare burning holes in the back of his head—she was having a staring contest with a blind man. Daring him to look at her smiling eerily with too many teeth.

Back turned away from her, he paced his breathing, cold sweat trickling down his biceps leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Like the church mouse he is, Matt lays perfectly still almost disappearing under a grave of silk sheets. 

She hardly sleeps, so he hardly sleeps. She just waits, so he just waits. For what? Matt does not know. 

The thing in his bed is not his wife; he wants to starve on this sin but God her frigid touches, when she drags her untrimmed nails along the slope of his back, are oddly familiar, “Haunt me” He whispers, through gritted teeth “Haunt Me.” 

In this version, Hades eats the pomegranate seeds for Persephone and says: 

My darling, my heart will always be with you.

And yours will always be in your grave.