#yes i know this looks terrible but sometimes you just gotta make terrible-looking things out of love yknow

[ekkoh]

I want my friends back. I don't want to be alone.

LOKI 2.05 Science/Fiction

[hoshifighting]

HELP ME!!OMFG GGJFHC OKAY SO I GOT THIS ONE THOUGHT IN MY HEAD SEEING THAT I READ YOUR WONWOO AND JOSHUA THREESOME!!! (WHICH BTW IS REALLY FUCKING GOOD ) BUT AT THE PART WHERE IT SAID THAT JOSHUA AND WONWOO WAS BOTH REALLY CLOSE TO CUMMING I HAD THIS VISION WHERE JOSH IS FUCKING YOU AND HE IS SO SO SO CLOSE TO CUMMIN AND IS SO WHINY ABOUT IT LIKE A WHIMPERING MOANING MESS (I LOVE WHINY BABYBOY JOSH) SO YEAH SEEING THAT YOU'RE A REALLY GOOD WRITER MY FIRST THOUGHT WAS TO ASK YOU BECAUSE YOU WOULD SEE MY VISION AND BRING IT TO LIFE ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS MAKE HIM SUPER DESPERATE AND WHINY AND BASICALLY A MOANING MESS

And oh BTW are you bi (just asking for a friend)

warnings: smut, babyboy whining mess!joshua.

a/n: yes i am, bi pride all day, hope your friend is happy dsoiasdhishd 🙃

hmm moaning mess joshua that you definitely CANT fuck with in public because of his loud ass? FUCK YES! like, the man does not know how to be quiet, and honestly, you kind of love it. there’s been so many times you’ve had to cover his mouth or beg him to keep it down because the walls in your place are way too thin, and your neighbors? yeah, they’ve had enough of his 1 a.m. symphonies. but the second you tell him to shush, he gets all flustered, blushing like crazy, mumbling, “sorry, baby, i’ll try,” but it never lasts. like, two seconds later, and he’s right back to being a whimpering mess, burying his face in your neck, trying and failing to keep it together.

and the thing is, you’d think he’d be the shy one, right? but nah. he loves the idea of getting caught, even though he’s always so embarrassed after, stuttering through his apologies when someone hears you two. you’re touching him, teasing him just a little, and he’s already making those soft little noises, all breathy, like he can’t even help himself.

you remember one time, exactly 3 a.m., because you were wide awake, trying to calm him down. your neighbor had already banged on the wall twice, and you were trying to be good, keep things low-key. but joshua? nah. you were barely touching him, just running your hand down his chest, and he was already gasping, hips jerking up into your touch like he was starving for it. and you had to be like, “josh, you gotta be quiet, seriously,” but he was biting his lip so hard, trying to keep it together, and failing so bad. he just looked up at you, all wide-eyed, breathing like he’d just run a marathon, and whispered, “i’m sorry, i just— i can’t help it.” and then boom, he’s back to moaning into your neck, trying to muffle the sounds but doing a terrible job at it. like, you swear he wants to be caught sometimes. his hands are gripping the sheets so hard, his body trembling, and every little thing you do makes him fall apart even more. you’re barely even teasing him, but every time your hand slides lower, he’s whimpering, like actually whimpering, all desperate and needy.

he tries, he really does, but the moment your lips brush his collarbone or you move a little too fast, it’s over. and public? god. he’s a nightmare in public, but the best kind of nightmare. like, it’s a thrill for him, but he’s so bad at keeping quiet. you’d be out, somewhere so normal like the back of a car, and he’s already panting, eyes darting around like someone’s gonna catch you two, but you know he loves it. he’ll try to hide his face, but the moment your hand slips under his shirt, just a little, you’ve got him trembling again. his breathing’s all erratic, and you can feel him trying to hold back, but it’s not happening. and you’re teasing him, whispering, “u really can’t stay quiet baby?” and he’s just shaking his head, a soft little whine escaping his lips before he finally loses it. it’s always the same—he starts out all shy, biting his lip, cheeks burning red, whispering “i’ll be good, i’ll be quiet,” but it never lasts. you press just the right button, and suddenly, he’s a wreck, moaning so loud you’re half-worried someone’s gonna hear. but at the same time? you love it. you love how he can’t help himself, how he’s so lost in it that he forgets where you even are.

you remember that one time in the kitchen, it was early in the morning, like, nobody should’ve been awake, but there you were, kissing him against the counter. and you weren’t even doing much, just running your hands under his shirt, feeling his abs tense under your touch, when he let out this softest, neediest sound. and you had to stop, look at him, like, “seriously? here?” and he just nodded.

you were trying to be nice, trying to keep it slow, but the more you touched him, the louder he got. “you gotta be quiet,” you said, but he just whimpered, nodding, trying to bite his lip again but failing. and every time your hand moved lower, you could feel the tension in him, the way his body was practically begging for more. he was trying so hard to keep it together. and then it happened—he let out this loud, shaky moan, and you had to cover his mouth with your hand, whispering, “joshua, seriously, someone’s gonna hear.” but he just groaned into your palm, eyes screwed shut, hips bucking up into your touch. and honestly? you love that about him. that no matter how much he tries to be quiet, he just can’t. you’re the only one who can turn him into that moaning mess, into someone who’s so lost in you that nothing else matters.

[sturniozo]

Away From You

Back To You part two

I didn’t know where else to go when I went to Alex’s house after I saw Matt with another girl. I couldn’t even tell Alex the truth about why I was at his door crying. He thinks it was because I was desperate to have him back and came running after he texted me that night.

I cried the whole night in Alex’s arms, while he comforted me about the wrong thing. The truth is, I couldn’t care less about having Alex back. I’d rather be in the arms of the man I’ve actually been in love with for the last two years. It took crying in the wrong man’s arms to realize, I never really loved Alex. It was always Matt, and always will be.

“How you feeling?” Alex asks as I lay on his bare chest. Yes, I’m ashamed to say that we did in fact sleep together last night.

“So much better.” I lie. What am i supposed to say, ‘you’re terrible in bed and I’m in love with my best friend’?

Alex just smiles. That stupid cocky smile I hate so much. The smile that says “I’m the greatest cockiest man in the world.” The smile of lies and arrogance.

Everything Alex does seems to piss me off now. I used to miss the way he’d play with my hair when we cuddled, but now all I can think about is the tugging on my scalp as he plays with my tangled hair. If it’s tagled from my night’s sleep, don’t play woth it. His audible breathing pisses me off too. My god, he snores while he’s awake.

“What’s on your mind?” Alex asks. God, his voice is even annoying.

“Nothing.” I mumble.

“Come on, what is it?” He laughs softly as he speaks. Another annoyance.

“Nothing.” I say again, this time more sternly.

Alex groans as he sits up. “You’re upset about something.”

I sit up as well. “What makes you think that?” I ask in a sarcastic tone.

“Well for one, you have never talked back to me before.”

I scoff. “Yes, I was a perfect and compliant girl for you.”

“What is up with you?” Alex snaps. “I thought you were dying to get back together with me?”

“Of course you would think that.” I laugh. “Because every girl is just dying to be with you.”

“God, so what if I slept around while we were broken up.” Alex exclaims.

“You think that’s what this is about?” I laugh again. “Like I didn’t sleep around too?”

Alex’s eyes widen. “What are you talking about? Who would sleep with you?”

“You, evidently.”

“Who did you sleep with?” He asks. He steps closer to me, clenching his jaw tightly. His eyes widen as the few braincells in his head connect the dots. “Fucking Matt, are you fucking kidding me?”

“Jesus Alex, you just said you slept around too.”

“Not with someone I see every single fucking day. I’m gonna kill that guy.”

“I’m not gonna see him every day anymore.” I sigh.

“Why’s that then?” Alex laughs. I look down. “You’ve got to be kidding me. He dumped you too huh?”

I stand up. “I’m leaving.” I mumble as I grab my clothes.

“What was it, he could’t stand you sleeping with every guy on the street.” Alex laughs.

I slip my clothes back on as ast as I can, grabbing my bag and my shoes as Alex follows me out the door, laughing at me once again.

He steps infront of me before I can leave the house. “Alex, move.”

“Oh, so scary.” Alex laughs. “Alex, move.” He mocks.

I roll my eyes and puch him out of the way, walking out the door and to my car. Alex follows me, slamming my car door back shut as I open it.

“Where are you going?” He asks.

“Where you aren’t.” I spit.

“Do you really think you can handle another guy leaving you?” Alex says.

“Another guy isn’t leaving me.” I open the car door again. “I’m leaving him.”

Matts POV

“Dude, have you even eaten today?” Chris asks. I only groan in response. “You gotta get out of bed sometime.”

Chris leans against the doorframe of be bedroom, hos arms crossed as he stares at me. I haven’t been able to get out of bed for days, or eat, or sleep. Not since Y/N left my house the other night.

“You have to get out of bed sometime, eat.” Chris insists. “I’ve heard of girls doing this after a breakup, but seeing you like this after Y/N left-”

“What about it?” I say groggily as I turn around in bed. I glare at Chris as he scratches the back of his neck.

“Well, isn’t this kind of…. your fault?” Chris says.

“What?” I sit up in my bed.

“Well, I mean, you did sleep with Anna or whatever her name is right after your fight with Y/N.”

“She went back to Alex, how is that any different?” I snap at him.

“She didn’t go back to Alex.” Chris says. “She came over for you.”

“I’ve seen her instagram story, she’s back with him. And her life 360 says she’s at his house right now.” I lay back down on the bed.

“You’re stalking her?” Chris asks.

“It’s not stalking. I got the notification that she arrived at his house last night.”

“And if I unlock your phone what app is already open?” Chris reaches for my phone, and I stop him.

“You proved your point.” I groan.

Chris raises his eyebrow and gestures to my phone, which is lit up showing a notification from ten minutes ago, from life 360 showing Y/N had left Alex’s house.

I look up at Chris and sit up from my bed, throwing the covers off my body. “Give me that.” I say quickly. Chris hands me the phone, and I look to see where Y/N is headed. Here.

Y/N’s POV

I sit in the driveway of my best friends house. Can I even call him that now? Is he even my best friend after what happened the other day? I bite my lip, not able to decide whether or not to actually go into the house.

I shake my head. What am I even doing? Why am I here? After eveything with Matt, how can I expect he wants to see me?

I start my car up again, putting it into reverse when I hear the front door open. I look up and see Matt. We stare at eachother for a moment before he walks down the steps and to my car. I put the car back in park and open my door, the awful dinging telling me the key is still in the ignition as I step out of the car to greet Matt.

“What are you doing here?” Matt asks in a soft voice.

I look down, my hair falling over my face. “I- I don’t know.” I say in almost a whisper.

“Y/N.” Matt puts his finger under my chin and lifts my head to look in my eyes. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Yeah?” A blush tints my cheeks.

“Yeah.” He mumbles before leaning in and pressing his lips to mine in a soft kiss.

This was different than every other time we’ve kissed. It had always been quick and needy, never loving and slow like this. He’s never held me so close and so softly like he is now. His hands on my cheek and waist, instead of under my shirt.

Matt pulls away for a moment, looking at me with a soft smile before leaning in and kissing me again.

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[lubilli]

𝗸𝗻𝘆 𝗵𝗰𝘀 ➠ "what's after like?"

synopsis: you know you and him arent just friends.

ft. rengoku, giyu, sanemi, obanai, muichiro, tengen

warnings: fem! reader

"you and i is more than like." ive, after like

r. kyojuro

• most people would assume that you two are dating at first glance

• you didn't mind it because you knew that you were just friends even if people didn't agree

• but sometimes you wonder if maybe you are more than just friends

• maybe not lovers but maybe not "just friends" either.

• maybe the way he's always all over you isn't something that "just friends" do

• maybe the way he always has his hands on you isn't something that "just a friend" would do

• maybe there's much more going on that you previously failed to realize.

• but then again, maybe he's just like that

• but every time he wraps his arms around your waist, you wonder if maybe there could be something a little bit more.

• "kyojuro?" you look up at him with your head on his shoulder

• "yes, y/n?" he smiles at you

• "have you ever thought...that maybe we aren't just friends?"

• he nods, "quite often, actually. but i never knew how i should've discussed it with you."

• you remove your head from his shoulder, "we're definitely not just friends. so, what are we?"

• "maybe...lovers?" he tilts his head.

• "probably lovers."

t. giyu

• giyu isn't one to really be "best friends" with someone

• so it's safe to say that you were surprised at the fact that he wanted to be friends with you

• giyu also isn't one to initiate physical contact with someone

• so it's also safe to say that you were surprised when he randomly hugged you from behind one day, his chin resting on your shoulder.

• however, it's a normal thing now. you don't mind it.

• until one day, mitsuri brought it up.

• "i'm glad you finally started dating giyu." she said

• you chuckled, "i'm not dating giyu. i promise you, we're nothing more than friends."

• "oh please, you think giyu would go around being all lovey-dovey with anyone? i mean, sometimes he seriously makes me wonder if maybe he's the actual love hashira!"

• you laughed at her joke, "even if we are a little more than friends, what's there that i can do about it?" you shrugged

• "ask him about it!" she exclaimed

• "y'know what, maybe i will."

• that brings you to your current situation.

• "giyu, i have to talk to you about something."

• "feel free." he nods

• "i don't think we should be friends anymore."

• "if that's what you want, i'm fine with it."

• "wait, no, that came out terribly. i mean that i think we should be something...more?"

• he smiles, "your wish is my command, y/n."

s. sanemi

• when you became friends, people automatically assumed you were dating which you couldn't blame them for. it's SANEMI we're talking about right now.

• sanemi being nice to someone? that's a literal miracle babe

• you didn't care at first

• but things got heated.

• and before you knew it, there was definitely something going on

• still, you were a little in denial.

• "y/n," sanemi taps your shoulder.

• "yes?" you look back at him, turning to face him

• "kiss me."

• "kiss me" is a normal thing to hear from sanemi now. but you doubt it's a normal thing to hear from just a friend.

• still, you comply. just a small peck on the lips isn't much, right?

• "another one,"

• shit escalated and now you're pressed up against the wall by sanemi

• "sanemi?" you ask the boy who's working his magic on your neck, leaving bite marks and hickeys.

• "hm?" he looks up at you

• "why do you ask for kisses so often? we're just friends."

• he scoffs, "bunny, you've gotta be delusional if you think we're just friends. i mean, look at us." he smirks

• "you're right, but then, what are we?"

• "does it matter? as long as i've got you and you've got me, we're fine. aren't we?"

• "but i need confirmation." you pout

• "then we'll be whatever you want us to be. i don't mind as long you're fine with it." he shrugs.

• "lovers it is?" you smile.

• "lovers it is." he returns the smile.

i. obanai

• obanai is also not one to easily befriend

• but you've caught him staring at you sometimes so you weren't too surprised when he asked to befriend you

• but you were quite surprised when you realized that he's actually a really good friend

• considering that you were almost always around him, people assumed you must be dating

• you didn't even know people assumed that

• until today, at a little "hashira get-together" that shinobu planned at her estate.

• all of the hashira were present, including your favorite snake boy. "obanai!" you waved from afar

• his attention immediately turns to you, who's approaching him. you sit beside him, making conversation until another hashira joins you too

• it was tengen, and he was mainly conversing with you. few minutes pass and sanemi joins in on your conversation. obanai is still part of the conversation, yet he chooses not to be.

• truth is, obanai always got jealous of the people who you give attention to. it doesn't help that, most of the time, they are obviously hitting on you.

• he glares at the two hashira talking to you, looking like he has murder on his mind.

• "are you and obanai dating?" tengen asks you.

• "no, we're just friends." you laugh.

• "really? because i'm sure he's planning on murdering me and tengen right now." sanemi points to obanai.

• after the get-together, you and obanai were taking a stroll under the pale moonlight.

• "we're just friends, huh?" he crosses his arms.

• "are we not?" you tilt your head

• "i don't know, but i don't think friends touch each other the way we do. friends don't act how we do, and you know that." his voice was laced with frustration and anger.

• "then, what are we?"

• "what do you think?" his voice was more aggressive than you'd expected.

• "lovers...?"

• "obviously." he rolls his eyes before wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

t. muichiro

• he slowly opened up to you during your cloud-watching sessions and that's what got you two so close

• he follows you around like a lost puppy when he's not cloud-watching or on a mission

• "oh look, there's y/n. muichiro must be nearby." was what people thought when they saw you

• that, and the possibility that you and the airhead mist hashira might be dating.

• maybe because he'd always cuddle up with you.

• he lay with his head in your lap and pointed at certain clouds. "y/n, look at that one!" he points. "it reminds me of you."

• you shift your attention to where he was pointing and saw a heart-shaped cloud. you entangle your fingers in his hair, "muichiro..have you ever thought that we don't act like friends?"

• "what do you mean?"

• "like..we act like we're dating even though we aren't."

• i'm gonna be honest, he fr thought you were dating

• "we're not??? 😨"

• he never understood that you actually have to ask a person out so he automatically just assumed you were dating 😭

• "no?? did you think we were dating?"

• "yes..i've been telling everyone that you're my girlfriend!"

• "muichiro!" you face-palm. "how about we actually make things official?"

• he nods, "that would be good."

• "then, from this moment on, we'll be lovers."

• "so i can call you my girlfriend for real?"

• "yes, you can call me your girlfriend for real."

u. tengen

• you didn't know what to expect when you signed up for a friendship with tengen uzui

• but it definitely wasn't dating rumors

• but the rumors became more...understandable? when you really payed attention to his actions

• even before you became friends, this man would subtly flirt with you NON STOP

• "you look very flashy today, y/n!"

• "i literally look the same everyday"

• "you look very flashy everyday, y/n!"

• people are aware that you're not dating him, but they're also aware that THE tengen uzui, god of festivals, wouldn't let just anyone sit on his lap.

• "c'mere," tengen pats his lap

• you leave the chair you were previously sitting on and make your way towards him, not thinking twice before sitting down.

• he hugs your waist, something he hasn't done before.

• "we're just friends, right?" you look at him to confirm

• he shrugs, "prolly not."

• "then what are we?"

• "i decided you to be my fourth wife a long time ago."

[thisismeracing]

King of my heart | MS47 | part. 22

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x fem!hamilton!reader ― Word count: 2.2k ― Warnings: graphic description of unprotected sex (fingering, dirty talk, and p in v), mentions of alcohol, and jealousy.  ― Summary: Mick Schumacher rode a lousy wave for quite some time, so when the sky gets cleaner and the sun brighter he just knows something terrible may be in store for him. Whereas y/n was just so magnetic, and the possibilities of life with her seemed better than anything his mind could ever create, that’s why, for the first time in forever, he threw caution carelessly through the window, hoping to get to the finish line before it catches up on him.

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The first beads of sun slipped through the open blinds waking Yn from her deep slumber. With her head pounding slightly, and her body sore, she snuggled closer to the body she knew belonged to her boyfriend. Mick mumbled something in German, which she chose to ignore in favor of catching a few more minutes of sleep. 

They were tired. Last night was a blast for them, and though the couple had a bit too much to drink, both were well aware of exactly what happened when they were at the party and when they got home. 

Between unmade bed sheets, and naked limbs laced together, Yn and Mick caught a few more minutes of sleep, and those minutes would probably turn into hours if it hadn’t been for her phone ringing somewhere in the room. The unstoppable sound wakes Mick up too. He looked around, threw a pillow where he thought the sound was coming from, and turned his body, fitting his head on Yn’s neck. She grumbled, and hugged her lover, trying to ignore whoever it was, but the sound kept going until she got up, cursing technology and the caller’s generation. And as it just so happens, she had cursed her older brother, Lewis.

“Yes?” She sighed, walking back to bed and into Mick’s open arma. His body was warm, and she took the opportunity to leave a peck on his chest.

“Did you just wake up?!” 

“Well, yes? It’s early. I don’t know how you travel so much and still get confused with timezones…” 

Lewis rolls his eyes, she can’t see it, but she can tell just by his sassy answer, “Early to who exactly, Yn Y/l/n Hamilton?”

“Me, of course.”

“Check the clock,” he orders and she does, groaning when she realizes it's almost noon.

“Who is it?” Mick asks, finally starting to wake up. 

“It’s Lew,” she explains, clicking on the speaker button.

“Oh, Mick is there too?” 

“Yeah, we were sleeping,” Yn keeps her answer short.

“Where’s Gina?”

“I don’t know, Lew, you have her number, you could just call her directly? Also, did you call me to ask a bunch of random questions?” she complains, the sleeplessness in her voice showing, and her brother rolling his eyes again. He knows how stressed Yn could get when someone woke her up before her alarm, and something about waking up to the phone ringing just made her more stressed.

“I was just wondering if she knew you guys were making it public, or if I was the only clueless one.” Yn cursed, hiding her face on Mick’s neck, “Do you even remember it?” 

“Yes, I remember. I’m sorry, Lew,” she didn’t want to do things the way it happened, but sometimes you can’t get around planning everything. She didn’t plan on paparazzi to stress her out until she deactivated her social media accounts. Nor did she plan on falling in love with her brother’s friend and coworker. At this point, Yn was getting used to following the flow of life, sometimes it has its own wants, and you just gotta go with it. “We did drink, but we weren’t crazy drunk, we…uhm…how do I explain this?” she bites her lips and Mick chuckles.

“The simple way.”

“We got sick of pretending,” Mick finally speaks. His deep morning voice brought chills down Yn’s body.

“People were hitting on us, and we showed them why we reeeeally weren’t interested,” Yn adds, and Mick chuckles. 

“She got jealous.”

“I did not get jealous, Mickolas.”

“Stop calling me that,” he grumbles, landing a slap on her ass and making her yelp, then giggle.

“Anyways, I didn’t get jealous, Lew. I’m not a jealous person and you know that, right? Tell him how I’m hardly the jealous type.”

Her brother laughs from the other side of the line, “She cried when a friend of mine started calling herself my sister during my high school years.”

Mick moves his face to the ceiling and his laughs boom around the room.

“Shut up, I was just a kid, and she had a brother, why would she want mine?” Yn tries to reason, and the two men can only get amused with the whole situation. “And Lew, those people were CRAZY! We told one of them we were dating, Mick kissed me just to make a point, and this girl just suggested a threesome!!! Of course, I was pissed.”

Lewis makes a disgusted noise and Yn looks pointedly at Mick as if to prove her point: she wasn’t jealous, someone just crossed the line at the party and she had to grab the reins.

“You’re so hot when you’re all bossy, and jealous,” Mick moves his lips to her ears, his whisper is warm against her exposed skin and so are his lips when he kisses and nips her neck.

“Are you hard launching right now? Or dropping a note, I don’t know,” Lewis asks, unaware of how distracted his sister is.

“We haven’t talked about it yet, we just woke up,” Yn didn’t know how her brain was able to form coherent sentences and let them leave her mouth because the way Mick’s kisses were trailing up her collarbone was enough to make her lose all senses.

“Yup, we’re exhausted,” Mick detaches his lips from her skin to speak, “We really need to get some sleep, can we call you later, man?”

“Yeah, take care you two, love you guys,” Lewis’ answer is followed by an “I love you” from Yn and a quick “bye” from Mick before the German threw the phone behind his back.

“Mickolas, my phone!” Yn screeched and moaned between a laugh when his hands found her ass.

“I already told you to stop calling me that.” 

“It’s funny,” she bit her lips and chuckled remembering how some fans were calling him that as if it was his real name.

“I’ll show you funny,” his blue orbs pierced hers with such an intensity her smile faltered, and she had to bite back a moan. That was his power over her, one look, and Mick had Yn in dreamland, twisting in anticipation.

Still, she has it in her to be sassy. Anything but losing the joke, “Are you sure you’re about to show me funny? Because I have a feeling it’s a different thing.”

���Well, it can be funny, you know, but since you’re in a silly mood, I guess we can adopt a new approach,” his mouth trailed lower until they found one of her breasts. Yn curved her body, exposing more of her naked brown skin just for him. She looked so good. The previous night Yn had skipped the bonnet and the night ritual they usually had, both too tipsy to think about something but finish what they started at the bar and then go to sleep, so now her curls were everywhere framing her face like a crown. Mick had traveled everywhere, seen too much of the world, and known a lot of people, but Yn was his favorite sight. He loved the sunset, but he would give it up to see her going to sleep every night, the way her lashes would caress her smooth skin, her breath starting to even, and her body going soft on top of his. He had been in love with sunrises since he was a little boy, watching them with his family during vacation, climbing mountains to get a new version of it, but no questions asked, Mick would exchange it for waking up next to Yn, the way her eyes would slowly open like the sun climbing up to show all its light, how her body would stretch taking its needed space like one claim their land, and how her lips would stretch into his favorite smile shining over the whole room. She was his favorite person. 

He put his mouth on her with the same intensity one crawls to their knee at an altar. The same devotion one would previously kneel in front of their queen, head bowed, ears perked, body ready to obey. She was the queen of his heart, she had all its land, she dominated his mind, and all it would take was one word for Mick to make it happen. 

Yn threaded her fingers through his messy blond strands, moaning when he twisted one of her nipples inside his mouth, sucking and biting as if wanting to leave his mark there. It hurt so good.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, kissing down her belly, letting his teeth graze into her skin every second just to watch the way her body would jolt in pleasure under him, “So so pretty, Schatzi.” 

His pink plush lips were home to more praises, while they kissed down her body separating her thighs and stopping between them. His thick accent gave space to German sentences and Yn reached for him again, this time intertwining their fingers while he kept going, softly giving her words she didn’t really recognize, but knew to be love ones. 

Such a sweet talker.

“So sweet,” he mouthed against her pussy, making a jolt run through her body. “And mine, aren’t you all mine, Schatz?” 

Yn closed her eyes, panting something that neither one of them could understand, too at the moment to care. All of her senses focused on the tight hold his fingers had around hers, and how he feasted between her legs, like a starved man, a thirsty one. 

“I didn’t hear you, love,” he teases, stopping his ministrations to look at her. 

Yn huffs, then whines taking her hand from her nipple to his hair, but the blonde down her body doesn’t move an inch, big shoulders keeping her legs apart, face right in front of her needing core, but attention now set on her face.

“I’m yours,” it's a whisper, but he catches it by the stretch on his lips. The kind of smirk only she can take. “I’m all yours, Mick,” and those three words accompanied by his name like a prayer were all it took for the German to flatten his tongue against her core, feeling her pussy dampen even more. 

He used his fingers to spread her lips for him before inserting two. They slid in so easily that Mick couldn’t help but groan moving his lower half against the white sheets. He licked and frantically moved his fingers making Yn’s head lull from side to side, her lips conjuring what she could only say were prayers, his name clear as the sunlight that beamed their bodies through the windows. 

Still sore from the previous night’s ministrations, Yn felt the pulsing between her legs start to grow, her body screaming to reach the top of the rollercoaster, only for Mick to stop his fingers and detach his mouth from her clit. She protested, but his lips were quick to crash against hers in a languid kiss. Yn moaned, pulling him into her, and Mick took the opportunity to swiftly align their bodies, sliding inside her smoothly. With one of her hands on his hair, the other on his back, and legs laced around his narrow waist, they felt the jolts of pleasure buzzing through their bodies. 

He pounds lazily, building Yn’s orgasm all over again. His face hid against her neck while he kissed and nipped at her skin, putting his lips on her ears and dirty talking every once in a while. The last time he did so he let a moan there, and he wasn’t expecting her to be so affected, because the second Mick did Yn clenched around him, legs tightening around him, and teeth sinking into his shoulder, her orgasm washing like a high wave, before her body went limp under him. 

He gives her a few more thrusts, enough to ride her climax, and to cause his. A choked groan leaves his lips, as he presses their foreheads together, body dissolving into pleasure. Mick sighed, lying on his back and bringing Yn’s body on top of his. He pecked her lips and stopped a drop of sweat that rolled down her forehead. 

Yn only hummed in satisfaction enjoying the warm feeling of their sweaty bodies intertwined.

“What do you wanna do, babe?” Mick asks while his fingers lazily strum on her naked back.

“I think it’s time we make it public. I’m tired of all the speculation, and also it wasn’t the highlight of my night watching people flirt with you as if you were single,” she grumbled the last part and the blonde chuckled. 

“You were jealous,” it’s a statement, but his tone gives away he’s making fun of her. A tease.

“You’re the one who grabbed me and sat me on your lap.”

“You’re the one who kissed me.” 

“Well, sitting on someone’s lap proves a point, I figured you wanted to make it public,” she shrugs, dragging her nails softly from his hips to the middle of his abdomen. “Also, why would you put me in your lap out of the blue, huh?” 

Mick rolls his eyes and bites back a chuckle. She had a point. He kind of started it, but “Was I supposed to watch that douche shoot his shot?” 

“Ha! See?! You were jealous.” 

He seals their lips in a kiss, “doesn’t matter anymore, now we get to shut the flirts down without too much work.” His statement makes Yn giggle between the kiss, and he can’t help but smile. His sunshine. 

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[factual-fantasy]

29 asksss

Yes

@britneyt

Aw! Thank you! :DD

@gilbertsphotography

The elven style ears are meant to make them look less human and to match the Wario bros. :0 My AU's Peach and Daisy are these tall elf like creatures, not humans. They are the same species as the Wario bros.

Jangles would prepare himself for this brutal duel in "put em up" type battle stance. Ready to give this fight his all.

Only to be squashed by Jangle. Alas, he is made of plastic <XDD

@pinkpenguin88888

XDD Thought that was a bunny at first-

:DD Thank you! But hey, nothing's stopping you from book marking the post or saving the link to it somewhere :0

@whereismycupofcoffee

Honestly I have no hope. I'm thinking its gonna bomb like the Ruin DLC did, lore wise. Calling it now there's gonna be a character named VANESSA and her nickname is VANNY even though this movie is about the first game and has NOTHING TO DO WITH VANESSA. There's gonna be a kid named Cassidy, another kid named Gregory, circus baby is gonna come out of nowhere, there's gonna be a nightmare animatronic reference, one kid is gonna look like the crying child for no reason, Springtrap is gonna talk a lot and take away the horror- its gonna be a mess. The lore will be a terrible. mess.

Horror wise it might be awesome but I am NOT looking forward to all the crap they're gonna mix in with the lore. Its soooo simple, just make a spooky movie that captures the terror that the first game created. Recreate the mystery and horror. Bonnie disappearing, Foxy running down the hall. Freddy's music. Maybe Golden Freddy?? Hints of a darker past with dead kids. It would be awesome. They don't gotta complicate the lore by adding all the other games into it but I know they will-

@palettepainter :DD Thank you!!

@randox-talore Nope! The flowers don't make them bigger. They just give the bros ice/fire powers :}

@devastatorst

Pretty much XDD

@andysalleyway

:DDD Thank you so much!! Honestly I'm surprised by the number of my followers that are into the same fandoms I'm into. Sounds like I've found my people! XDD

Thanks, I'm hoping it finally gets through to people and they'll just leave me alone..

It is! But ya gotta DM me for it so I can sus out your blog :x

I need to have some idea of who I'm letting in-

:DD Thank you so much! Also sorry, I don't take requests :/

@montygatorshusband

THANK YOU! I don't support any ships from any fandoms, I just personally don't like them. So having people harp on me and my AU because a "canon ship" isn't in it was really annoying.. 😓

Glamrock Bonnie and Foxy would be thinking "Wow, they look different/great! :00"

Glamrock Freddy and Chica are like "WHY IS BONNIE SO LARGE"

Oooo that would be cool! All my versions of Bonnie are slow, so having him throw things at Gregory would be terrifying-

@ocinstituterep

The reason why I haven't drawn any classic mermaids like that is because it felt kind'a weird to add a half human creature into the Octonauts universe. Considering humans don't exist in it.. Now that post with the mermaid thing actually has the creature looking humanoid for sure. Because it would look more alien if it was human. But I kept the scales because a straight up half human mermaid would just feel out of place-

@mashmellowy

Firealpaca! :}}

@oddesto

XD Thank you!! Also my WHOLE BLOG?? Dang. I apologize for all the Gravity falls cringe you had to see-

XD Factual Fanta, that's great 🤣🤣

@citrusfruitman

I think those people are just salty because they wanna draw my stuff but I wont let them. My true fans will have basic human respect and just not draw fanart without sending me hate and rude comments.

@danman22ful

Monty is much more mellow and kind in the Partial swap. Although he still can be a bit of a grump sometimes. The way Bonnie is treating everyone (mostly Foxy) really angers/upsets him.

Roxy hasn't changed a whole lot tbh. Full of grief and self loathing. Except I don't think she'd have this "I'm better than you" attitude. Her thinking that Freddy's death was her fault would crush her. Just like Monty was crushed in the OG au.

:DDD Thank you!! Also really? :00 Wow, great minds do think alike! XD

Aw, I'm sorry that you relate to Bonnie's struggles, <:(

I was thinking he would do 1 of 2 things.

Either this bombshell that his late friends of 10 years are alive, would be so emotionally overwhelming that he would completely shut down. Literally. They would break into his room and Bonnie is collapsed on the floor. And cannot be reactivated. And when he does eventually reactivate, he absolutely refuses to acknowledge or speak to anyone in anyway..

OR, hearing that Chica and Freddy are alive, would completely drown out any other feeling. They're alive, he would rush out of his room to go see them. All of his stress, all of his anger would be swept away in favor of his anxiousness to see his friends again. And finally, he would talk to people again somewhat. Every day would get easier knowing that once its over he can go see Freddy and Chica again.

I haven't decided which one is better <XD

@burningmusicfunnygiant (Post in question)

Oh a whole mix of emotions. Mostly joy and sadness though.. Joy to see them alive after all these years. But sadness too see the horrible states they're in.. Mostly Freddy's state-

<XD Don't worry I wont. I know some of the angsty bits of Bluey but not enough to draw stuff and traumatize you all-

You are spared this time! XDD

[starsurface]

Politely asking for regressor Bi Han from mk1 headcanons please :)

I almost feel bad, you asked so politely and I'm warning you now, some of these are kinda sad . . . <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Regressor Bi-Han Hcs

❄️ Regresses to about 2-3, sometimes older though

❄️ Involuntarily regressed for the longest time and it terrified him, started regressing when he was about 13

❄️ Did not do CGs for the longest time

❄️ It wasn't until Kuai Liang and Tomas began regressing with or around him that he even thought about

❄️ And even then, you gotta be really, really close to him

❄️ Grew up with a constant fear in mind that someone will walk in, some one will catch him, someone will hurt him while he's vulnerable

❄️ Personal Headcanon that'll effect the rest of my requests: I don't think Bi-Han is a horrible brother. Not a good one, he definitely doesn't like Tomas. But Tomas will glare back at him and mouths him back, things people don't do to abusers.

❄️ ^ I think in the scene where we saw them fight that Bi-Han took it a bit too hard, because yes, Tomas did look genuinely hurt. But I've said things that hurt my own brother before and didn't apologize until later.

❄️ ^ Unfortunately they with both children forced into a terrible situation with no say of their own

❄️ Now, back onto regression hcs-

❄️ Tomas was the first one who found him regressed and it was one of the few times Tomas had ever seen Bi-Han cry

❄️ They were angry tears, and he didn't speak to Tomas for days later, but eventually Tomas sat them both down and they ‘spoke’ (Bi-Han didn't say much, but Tomas found some fruit on his bedside table the next day with a note that only said Bi-Han's name)

❄️ Tomas, Kuai Liang, and himself are his most preferred CGs >:/

❄️ (^ He's had some babysitters, but it took a couple of playdates to even think of it)

❄️ Actually really likes it when Raiden watches him because Raidens really calm and can handle young regressors really well

❄️ ^ Does NOT like hanging out with Kung Lao when hes also small though, he makes too much of a ruckus!! >:(

❄️ Very grumpy baby

❄️ Won't tell you what's wrong, he'll just pout and glare and have tears in his eyes as he stares at the floor

❄️ It can be a bit frustrating, but he knows your doing your best and will cuddle up to you out of apologies

❄️ Lashes out a lot while small

❄️ The easiest things can set him off into a fit of screaming and hitting

❄️ Please don't leave him during this time, just let him act out for a few minutes before hiccuping and looking up at you in shame

❄️ You have to tell him that he's still a good boy, but that's not how we handle our very big and negative emotions

❄️ Experiment with different ways to work with his feelings (blowing finger candles is his personal favorite, but he also thinks it's too silly for him so you have to prompt it)

❄️ No is his favorite and least favorite word

❄️ Hates hearing it from you, but loves hearing it himself

❄️ Hissy fits are also common where he'll stomp his foot and scowl

❄️ Although the softest coe and asking him what's making him all upset makes him melt very quickly and sheepishly whisper what's wrong

❄️ If he's verbally communicating, his voice is very quiet, but he's trying

❄️ Doesn't like watching cartoons but will do so if it means he can cuddle you for a long period of time

❄️ Pulls a Liu Kang and refuses to regress for weeks on end until he drops incredibly hard and is totally dependent on someone (he hates it)

❄️ ^ Kuai Liang and Tomas are working on him with it, don't you worry

❄️ Once had such a stressful week and pushed back his regression for so long that he regressed really young for almost three days straight

❄️ ^ It was also kinda his eye opening that maybe he needed to change some habits of his

❄️ It's a struggle to let himself be vulnerable at times so he'll demand that he changes the channel or cooks his own food

❄️ But only gets more frustrated with himself that he can't do any of the stuff!! >:(

❄️ Just gently shush him and tell him that he doesn't have to be all big and strong anymore, he can be a baby, it's okay

❄️ When he's not throwing a tantrum or having a hissy fit, a pretty good boy

❄️ Pouty, scowly, but also constantly seeks your attention and praise

❄️ Cuddly, but he has to reach out first

❄️ Doesn't speak much unless he has a complaint or is upset, he just doesn't like talking while small

❄️ Unless its a complaint, will complain about everything you do because it's ‘not right’, like putting his goldfish in the wrong bowl and flat out refusing to eat out of them now

❄️ Tell him you don't like being birrated, and his complaining will go to more whiney because he doesn't want to make you feel bad

❄️ He knows he's a lot to handle while regressed, especially if he's had a bad day, and will buy you things when he's bigger as a thanks

❄️ I know it's frustrating at times, but don't yell at him please

❄️ He hates it, he despises yelling, it terrifies him

❄️ Can't do punishments either

❄️ ^ Either of these could cause him to withdraw from you while he's small, and maybe even big

❄️ (Although if all you did was slightly raise your voice when he was upset, he won't entirely run away, he knows it was probably an accident)

❄️ Sitting down, talking about what's wrong, maybe even writing it all out and tearing up the paper later, that's what he'd prefer

❄️ And he is getting better as time goes on, it's really rough at first, but eventually he'll go more for his blowing candles and paper ripping than full on screaming and hitting

❄️ Favorite little nicknames are Snowflake, Sweetie, Baby Boy, Little One, Tough Guy, and Icey

❄️ Favorite little activity has to be reading his nursery rhyme book and cuddling

❄️ Doesn't have any regression items, it too scared to actually own any

❄️ But he has this thick nursery rhyme book that he really likes you to read to him

❄️ Please do voices, it makes him really happy and smiley 🥺

❄️ If you ever got him a paci, he might freak at first, but he does adore it

❄️ Although he'll only use it with his mask on so you can't see

❄️ Although one day he sheepishly used it without his mask, only to hide in your neck

❄️ Your his CG, and he loves you, and he's very thankful to have you in his life <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I love him, I do, but Pookie over here needs to learn how to heal a little bit. He's doing great though (I'm my own mind :3)

[therealslimshakespeare]

Thrilled to hear there will be more naughty sleepovers! Might there be an entry forthcoming about dear Dougie aka James Douglass? Inquiring minds want to know!

Oooh Dougie my man, yes, yes thank you, I adore this fella! Come on in, bring in the beer and snacks, can’t have a dry slumber party in honor of this fella, that’s for certain. Special thanks to my contributors: @suraemoon @faegoddessog

Cock-versations || James Douglass Edition

nsfw (AF!) below the cut:

Sordid details: Gosh, how many ways can I describe cocks? The thing is that my vocabulary will run out long before the sheer and varied abundance of cock types has been exhausted. So, while fearing becoming a little repetitive here -I must direct you to the fingers and proclaim: girth. A good average in length but he’s got such a lovely stretch to give and the capable tool is set in a bevy of black curls. Which makes it look pale in comparison, with a little pink tinge and a few startlingly blue veins winding around the pillar. He’s got a seemingly small tip again, by comparison. He likes to get his in some kind of kinky manner but frequency, that’s his highest priority. Pretty substantial balls but they're very tight and round.

A note on the wielder of the weapon: here we’ve got another man who will stand alongside Rosie in his ability and need to make you laugh during. “More rubbers than he can count??” Oh this ain’t his first rodeo and his enthusiasm for the sport exceeds his condom count -and sometimes his talent but eh, whatever. An unapologetic little shit, when y’all have time you’d best prepare to get the living daylights edged outta ya, he’s a terrible tease and now he’s become aware of the galgasm he’s all about going after it in typical bombardier style: accuracy and precision but a deep seated capability to adjust as needed and still be accurate -dynamite combo after some initial bumbling.

Ad libbing the pussy: King of the Quickie, he’s a very eager fella and he’s into some kinky shit, into impossible positions for the hilarity of it and happy to contort himself impossibly too. Quickies are a way of life for this guy, not that he doesn’t like to have long excursions into romance and intimacy but he needs his fill on the hour, so to speak, so he’s gotta sneak it in regularly in between. He’s so smooth about it too, can slip you away so quick, slip into you before you can say “Flynn!”. Now, now, it must be said that he asks so sweetly, he’s a real gem, but then when he’s at it it’s like a Labrador puppy humping a leg. His voice so soft and sweet just to ask to fuck you, because you’re so pretty and distracting and it does things to him, he never forgets how lucky he is to have you despite how frequently he makes use of your allowance.

1940’s Fucbois -they don’t make ‘em like they used to.

A Jabberer: he’s such a chatty bastard when he’s inside you too, chatting between grunts and moans. Some of it's downright looney but it’s all very grateful and very flattering. I mean come on Dougie, lemme hear about how you love how this pussy feels and now onto the score and then yes ask me if I’m down to go boating next week like -yes I can handle that, keep talking to me baby boy. Ain’t stingy with his compliments either so, that’s nice, loves to spin a yarn about how fabulous you are -sometimes that brand of fabulousness should not be shared at a funeral with all your aunts around.

A comment on finesse: He lets out a whole lotta “ya like that? ya like that?” and then he’s one of those unicorn men who actually keeps doing the motion you asked him to keep doing. You ask him to do something and immediately you got it just how you want it, he had to be shown a helluva lot initially but hey, we all start somewhere. We love a fast learner. He’s so down to try new things too, never be nervous or embarrassed to ask for something, you could ask if y’all can do it dressed in tiger onesies and he’s gonna be so stoked. It’ll be funny, you’ll probably get some bruises from falling around- what’s not to love?!

Oral: yeah, he’s a snacker- he’ll go down for sure, he’s also a story teller so best believe he’ll be talking to your pussy, anecdotes, mission funnies, all about the latest canned joke he heard -not saying that it’s the best pussy eating you’ve ever had but it certainly has a vibrating mouth action quality to it, lol. Sometimes you might need to tell him to hush and finish the job. Ya know what happens then? “Right right, sorry babe, gotcha,” -and if you forcefully bring his head back down? well, y’all may later need to discuss why that fed-up action made him blow his load untouched.

I’m not saying he wants you to sometimes act unimpressed so he has to work ten times harder and you still tell him he doesn’t deserve to cum but…he does like it, take it up with him I’m just the oracle

End notes: Just don’t bore this man, whatever you do, and you’ll be the one for him -he hopes. And then you can look forward to a life of ad lib pussy skills, impromptu fucking and improv switching.

-Will likely ask you to make him a sandwich after and will pester you to let him watch you and Dorace down the street have a uh…pool fight.

[tinkerbelle05]

Loving You

Characters: Lo’ak x fem!metikayina!reader

Genre: Slight hurt, fluff

Warnings: somewhat pinning, awkwardness

Summary: Mending Lo’ak’s wounds after his fight with your friend Ao’nung. Surprisingly he keeps coming back to your pod for “treatment”. Would sparks fly between the two of you? Or would they die?

“You should really stop picking fights,” you scold the boy. You were gently cleaning up the blood from his wounds. This was the 3rd time this week the Omaticaya boy came into your pod with purple and red bruises all over his face.

“It’s not my fault that Fish Lips has such a punchable face,” he responded without missing a beat. You get a weird sense of deja vu because this is the exact conversation you had the other two times he came in before. Instead of shaking your head and rolling your eyes like usual, you decide to give Lo’ak, that was the boy’s name, some words of wisdom.

“Listen,” you grabbed his chin and turned it to face yours. Despite the scowl, he was giving you and the purple bruises, he wasn’t that bad looking. “Ao’nung is a piece of work, and everyone here knows it. But sometimes you gotta bite your tongue and pick your battles.”

“You sound like my Dad,” he rebuts.

“Well maybe you should listen to him then,” you started dabbing some salve on his eye and he only hummed in response.

After you were done, instead of saying thanks and leaving like others, Lo’ak decided to hang around the place. You thought it was odd the first time he’s done that, and you still do, but you found yourself enjoying his company.

You started noticing that he’ll come to your hut every few days, complaining of a headache or “getting too much Sun” as if that was such a thing.

“Please, I need something for my headache. It’s been killing me all day long,” he complains, and even rubbed his head for extra measure.

And he was complaining about leg pain the other day, and rubbed red paint on his leg for the “deep cut I got from a rock” a week ago.

You had the suspicion that he was faking all of these ailments or he’s just really, really unlucky. but allowed him to stay, as long as he wasn’t in your way.

“Really? Back again, are we Lo’ak?” You asked him with a blank stare.

He lies, without any shame but you stop him right there.

“Listen, I know that you are lying. I suppose it’s because…you want to be friends?” You asked.

To be honest, you wanted to say girlfriend rather than friend but you did not want to get too ahead of yourself. Why mess up a potential good thing?

“Oh! Um, yea I wanna be friends with you which is why i was doing all of that. .” He looks to the ground, his skin turning purple. “But like..your friends with Ao’nung soo.” He trails off, still not looking at you.

You give him a little chuckle, he’s pretty cute when he’s shy like that. “Me being friends with Ao’nung will not stop me from being friends with you, Lo’ak. Come in.” And the rest was history.

As you went along the day, doing your duties, Lo’ak would make a few terrible jokes and some absolutely horrible one-liners. But they never fail to make you laugh until your stomach hurts though.

One of his most memorable ones was,” Are you my ikran, because I’m want to be with you forever?”

You nearly spit out your water and couldn’t look at him for the rest of the day without bursting into a fit of giggles. If you remember correctly, he would avoid your eye contact with you too but it was probably because he was embarrassed.

You didn’t want to get your hopes up. He’ll also tell you all things about the forest and the animals that lived there.

“You know those animals my family and I arrived on?” he asked.

“Yes,” you say instantly. How could you forget them? You never saw something like that before in your life. They were a bit scary but you wanted to get closer anyway. Maybe touch their heads.

“Well,” he leans against the wall next to you, “they are called ikrans. You claim one when you become of age and want to be a hunter.” He went on to explain the details of how you claim an ikran that left you speechless.

“What happens if you were to die?” You questioned.

“Oh well,” and he stops to think about it.

“You're telling me no one has died trying to claim a beast that wants to kill them?” You asked, looking at him in shock.

He gives you a little shrug and looks equally confused and stunned. And just as you were interested in his life, he was interested in yours.

“Wait, so you're telling me that they are animals that you spiritually connect with?”

You stifled a laugh at his excitement, “Yes, and they are called Tulkans.” You started to explain the whole process to Lo’ak, and you watch as he hangs on to every word that you say.

“Wow, that-that’s sounds so cool. Can you introduce me to your spirit sister?”

“Of course I will, when they come back I’ll come get you.” Peak out the window to see it has gotten dark out. “But the eclipse is coming soon and your parents might be waiting for you,” you reminded him.

“Oh c’mon, it’s not a rule, it’s a mere suggestion. Now tell me more.” He looked up at you with enthusiastic eyes.

You avoided them the best you could, someone had to have a good head on their shoulder in this friendship. You shake your head and push him out the door.

“No, no Lo’ak. You are going home now, go.” With one final push he’s out the pod and you stand there blocking the entrance.

For a while, he just stands there looking at you. He seemed lost in thought so you jab in the shoulder.

“Hey! Pandora to Lo’ak.” You come closer to him and lightly tap on his forehead. “Anyone home?”

You didn't realize how close you were until he looked into your eyes and you saw his widened slightly. You didn't know what to do. Everything in you wanted to move in closer, to kiss him.

But does he want that? Would he reject you? Hate you forever because of it? You certainly did not want that to happen. He was a good friend and if that’s all he wanted then that would be enough for you.

He clears his throat and the blush travels all the way down to his neck, “Um, so there’s know way to say this but like, I kinda wanna kiss you. Um, so can I…?”

You brought his face to yours and kissed him in response.

You didn’t know what you were doing, and you had a feeling that he didn’t either, but you were excited for what the future could hold either way.

Taglist: @iwaslikeblah, @dontknowwhatmynameshouldbe2, @nyababymao, @teyamsbitch, @adrunkskeletonsduck, @athenajh, @cupcaykes

Bye, see ya in the next one 👋🏿

Taglist & Masterlist & Reqs Info

My reqs & Taglist are open!!

[ask-the-cyclone]

What are your favourite songs (ones that you didn't make)?

I’m glad you specified, because What the World Needs is a masterpiece-DONT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT NOEL- anyway, I really like Cherry Bomb by The Runaways and Are You Satisfied? by MARINA

Yeah that says everything anyone needs to know about you… my favorites are songs like Lay All Your Love On Me (ABBA) and Head Over Heels (Tears for Fears)… I also dabble in showtunes, I like You Gotta Die Sometime from Falsettos

Ooh that’s a good one!! I also like showtunes, but nothing compares to my king DAVID BOWIE!!! Oh, he’s so amazing, plus he’s a space age man too!! I like to listen to rock most of the time, Mischa calls it dad music (I bet he secretly likes it…)

I DO NOT! It is terrible and old. Rap is so much better than rock. I listen to a lot of Ukranian artists, you would not know. My all time favorite is Same Love by Macklemore. Nothing can beat

Honestly I like a bit of everything! Except I don’t listen to Taylor Swift, it’s just not my thing

WHAT?!

Okay calm down not everyone needs to worship her. I get it she’s cool, I’m just not ready to join that cult yet. Anyway, my favorite song is Better Together by Jack Johnson, and I listen to Hozier and girl in red a lot too.

Well, I listen to Taylor Swift a lot… but I also like ABBA and Gracie Abrams. When I’m getting ready to go out, I play the special playlist Ocean and I made!

YES THE WHITE GIRL PARTY MUSIC!!!

(Penny just recently found Chappell Roan… I sense a hyperfixation coming on…)

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #162

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily (haven't missed one yet!) and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please like and reblog if you enjoy - the notes keep me going!

He's gonna be Frank with you. Read the rest of The Frank Program here on Tumblr!

Frank sighed. “Welcome to The Frank Program. I’m Frank.”

Daryl crossed his arms and scowled at his father, then cleared his throat.

“So, uh, Daryl was upset with me for the last episode not bein’ fair to the transgenders. In retrospectacle, I can understand that I was a little wrong about what them types are.”

“Ahem.”

“Okay, I was way off. Transgenders are not men who dress up like women to win sports trophies. To explain things better, I have invited today’s guest, Luna Fengari.” He gestured in her direction.

“Hello, everyone!”

“Go ahead and tell everyone exactly what it is that you do.”

Daryl rolled his eyes.

“What? I don’t know what she does! You’re the one who’s such a big fan!”

“So, basically, I’m an influencer. I’m paid to promote products and services.”

“Like Billy Mays?”

“Uh, sorta… I’m also a lifestyle vlogger. People like to check in and see what I’m up to.”

“And you… don’t play sports?”

“Not at all. I’m really bad at sports. I watch baseball sometimes.”

“You look very fit.”

She placed her hand gently on her well-endowed chest. “Aww, thank you! I jog and do yoga.”

“Hmmm.” Frank undressed her with his eyes. “And do you still have your, ahem, your ‘downward dog’?”

“Dad! You can’t just ask her that!”

“He’s right, Frank, it’s very rude to ask a trans person what their downstairs bits look like. Don’t do it again. However, I personally no longer have any concept of privacy.”

“So, uh…” Frank moved his hands like a pair of scales. “Did you get a sex change?”

She smirked. “Yes. Does that disappoint you?”

Frank blushed. “Uh, no, I… I hardly think it matters to me what’s going on down there.”

“You’re right. It doesn’t. Now where were we?”

Frank shuffled some papers for an excuse not to make eye contact. “Given that this is an ‘educational’ episode, I think I gotta ask ya… are those real?”

“They’re very real, and very educational. Some trans women opt to get breast implants, but I didn’t feel the need.”

“No kidding…”

“I grew these myself by taking Hormone Replacement Therapy, which also softened my skin, widened my hips, lowered my muscle mass, and rounded my face. Among other things. Two little blue pills a day.”

“Hey Dad, don’t you take blue pills, too?” Daryl giggled.

He covered the microphone with his hand. “Quit tryn’a humiliate me!”

“It’s alright, Frank,” Luna chuckled. “You never had a chance anyway.”

Frank rubbed his face. “Well, sorry for thinking you look like a beautiful natural woman! Sorry for givin’ out compliments!” He held up his hands. “Won’t happen again, officers!”

“You’re just being creepy, Dad!”

“Fine!” He stood up and threw his headphones on the table. “It’s your show now, then! I’m out of here!” He leaned into the microphone. “This has been The Frank Program. Thanks for lettin’ me be Frank with you, because I’m all Frank’d out!” He stormed off and slammed the door behind him.

Daryl shrugged and took the host’s seat. He adjusted his headphones and asked, “So… how did you get this ‘Hormone Replacement Therapy’ anyway?”

[imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese]

Friends

I wanted to write more for Ikora week but I am so damn sick. I offer instead a handful of older Ikora-involved stories that I've never posted to Tumblr. This one is from Season of the Witch.

Link to Ao3 if you prefer to read it there.

“Drifter, what are you doing here?” Ikora Rey looked up in surprise as he entered her office.

“Oh hey, Rayray. I was just passing through. Thought I'd stop by. See how you're doing.” He walked in and sat down in one of the chairs on the other side of her desk, as though he did this all the time and this wasn’t the first time he had ever set foot in her office, as though this wasn’t a high security area that he had no clearance for and should not be capable of waltzing around in.

Ikora made a mental note to search through her room to ensure she still had all her belongings after he left.

“I'm fine, thank you.” Ikora carefully flipped her data pad face down on her desk to ensure the Hidden reports she had been reviewing on it could not be ‘accidentally’ read. “You've never …stopped by before. Why now?”

“Are ya really fine though?” He leaned forward, looking her in the eyes, smiling gently. “It's gotta be stressful watching someone you've known and cared for for so long turn into a hive god.”

So he wanted to talk about Eris. Everyone wanted to talk about Eris nowadays. Very well.

“It's not permanent.” A simple response. One she had given several times now to several people.

“We don't know that. She don't know that. And if she don't know that, we don't know that. But she'll be ok regardless.” He leaned back in the chair, seeming to enjoy how comfortable it was, his eyes wandering about the room appreciatively.

Ok regardless? What a thing to say. Then again, it was a very Drifter thing to say. His casual acceptance of terrible outcomes for other people was legendary. It seemed a bit callous, even for him, though.

“Will she?” Ikora had understood that Eris and the Drifter were friends now, potentially even closer if some of the more outlandish reports were to be believed. But for him to say that, did he even like her at all? As if becoming the one thing she’d devoted her entire existence to eradicating would somehow be acceptable to her? Was he actually that much of an asshole?

“Yeah. It's Eris. She's in her element. She knows what she's about. You, though, you've seen it happen.”

And there it was, the infamous coin had appeared, tumbling across his knuckles. The Drifter’s signature habit. At least he wasn’t bouncing it off of anything in her office. Yet.

“And watchin’ someone you care for transform into something else can be its own personal kind of hell. Ask me how I know. Can make a person feel powerless and alone, all kinds of awful stuff.”

His response was oddly empathetic. As though he and Ikora were old friends, not adversaries. And his plainly stated clear faith in Eris was a refreshing change from everyone else Ikora had been dealing with. Perhaps he wasn’t that much of an asshole.

“I thank you for your concern.” A tactful answer was best, yes. Was this visit some form of olive branch? But why?

“Takes one to know one, sister.” He winked.

The coin abruptly disappeared. Palmed into his hand, no doubt. Ikora had not previously witnessed his slight of hand up close. She had to admit, he was good. She stretched out her fingertips to lightly tap the face down data pad to make sure it was still there and had not… wandered.

“Ya know,” he continued, “sometimes the best thing you can do for someone in this type of situation is to put aside your fear and be proud of them, grateful you get to be one of the ones there to support."

“I… thank you for the advice.” What was his goal here?

“Advice? I ain't advicing nothin'. Just chatterin'. But I gotta say, when I found out it was the Vanguard's most powerful warlock looking after Moondust, making sure nothing gets in her way while she's doing her thing, I felt better. So, yeah, thanks for being there, from me, specifically.”

From him specifically? What did that mean?

“You're welcome.” Ikora kept her expression neutral, trying to discern his motivation. “How did you get in here anyway?”

“Airlock was open… but, speaking of getting in places, I gotta go. If you need anything though, you know how to find me.” He got up from the chair and started to walk out the door.

Ah, there it was. He was seeking to profit off of the situation. This was a commercially motivated visit, then. A reminder of his… services. Strange that he'd pick a time like this but perhaps he was especially strapped for cash.

“I'm sure you'd offer a fair price if I did.”

“Now, don't go spreading this around, but if it's to help Moondust, it's on the house.”

Ikora blinked, no longer trying to hide her confusion.

“I did not expect that from you.”

“Ha! Me neither, truth be told, but life is strange sometimes and things you didn't think could happen to you suddenly do. I'm all in on that wild beautiful badass witch, so if you need anything to help her, anything at all, you let me know, and I'll make it happen, you got that?”

Ikora’s eyes went wide at the overt affection in his description of Eris. Wild beautiful badass witch? Did he actually just say that? Was he being genuine?

“Drifter.”

“What?”

“Thank you.”

“Welcome. Although… there is one more thing.” He paused at the threshold of the room. His hand on the doorway.

Ikora’s eyes narrowed. “Yes?”

“I was thinkin, the Vanguard's most powerful warlock might be there for more than to just keep shit outta Eris' way.”

What was he getting at?

“Might be someone thinks there needs to be someone there to interfere if things get too dicey. Someone might even use the phrase ‘to put her down,’ as the case may be.

“I…”

When he said the phrase, ‘put her down,’ his expression and voice shifted. His friendly facade dropped and he stared into her eyes, watching her. Digging deep. He was searching for something. A snake attempting to determine whether or not what was in front of it was prey.

Ikora was instantly on high alert. Void energy ready in her fingertips. Her muscles tensed.

“Trust Eris.” Drifter spoke firmly and clearly, an edge to his voice. “If you ever think you should do… that… Don't.” The way he said the word “don’t”… it was like he was giving her an order. She’d never seen him so… assertive. Almost aggressive. No… protective.

“It won't come to that.” She gave him the same answer she’d given everyone else who had suggested it. The words were now practiced in her mouth, an affirmation of her faith in her friend. As though she could speak her faith into being.

“It won’t,” he agreed. “But don't ever make her wonder whether or not you're on her side… and, something you should know.”

What else? What was going on here?

“Yes?”

“I am… on her side, that is… and in anything that involves sides, Eris’ side is the side that I am on. So I will kindly ask that you also don't make me question which side you’re on either.”

Ikora felt a chill creep over her. This wasn’t a business visit or an olive branch. This was a warning.

“Are you… threatening me?”

His face immediately softened. “Naw.” He broke eye contact and his voice became gentle again. “Eris trusts you.”

He looked back at Ikora and his eyes were no longer cold and flat. “She loves you, even. I ain't about to go threatening anyone she cares for. You wouldn’t hurt her. Eris trusts you and I trust Eris. We’re cool.”

And just like that, he was back to the overly cheery ‘normal’ Drifter persona again, all smiles, like he was trying to sell you a used sparrow that would break down five minutes after you left with it. Harmless, shifty, with no hint of the menace he’d just shown moments before in her doorway.

“She needs you,” he continued, “and therefore I need you. And, seriously, we should be friends, because we really are both on the same side, here.”

“I see.” Ikora’s mouth was dry, watching the chameleon carefully for his next change in demeanor.

“Glad you do!” His eyes sparkled, as though they hadn’t just been the dead eyes of a killer considering its next victim a moment before. “Later!” He gave her a cheerful wave and walked out the door.

She heard his coin ping off the floor and walls of the hallway a few times, growing distant as he left.

Ikora stared at the open door for a few more minutes before she pushed a button on her desk. “Get me a full security audit of my office and the surrounding sectors for the past hour. Now.”

[motownfiction]

blockbuster

Sadie waits outside the new Blockbuster in the cold. She’s been to a Blockbuster before – they all have – but this one feels different. This one is on the streets where they learned to drive, and that just seems more special. A full circle now that they’re all done with college.

She talked it over with Lucy, and they have a plan. As soon as the doors open, they’re going to rush inside and rent the three videos that mean the most to them. Lucy used to have a copy of The Outsiders, but when Elenore was a year old, she knocked it off a high shelf and pulled all the film out. Sadie was babysitting her at the time, and she thought Lucy would be pissed. But she wasn’t. When she and Will came home from Sarah’s birthday dinner, Lucy just laughed. She picked Elenore up and said, “Well, I always knew girls wanted to get inside that movie. Now I’ve got proof.”

Lucy, of course, is late today. Elenore had a doctor’s appointment right before close of business, and of course, the pediatrician was running behind. When Sadie answered the phone at home, and Lucy sounded panicked, Sadie thought for a moment that the doctor’s appointment hadn’t gone well, that there was something wrong with Elenore. Thank goodness there wasn’t. Lucy just felt terrible that she was behind again. She’s been running late to things for almost six years. Six years in April.

Sometimes, Sadie wonders what it would have been like if Lucy didn’t get pregnant in eleventh grade, or if she hadn’t gone through with it. Maybe those are awful things to think about, especially the latter, but it’s hard not to play with alternate timelines. What would have happened? Would Lucy make it to appointments on time? Would she be working on her master’s degree at Wayne State like she is today? Would she and Sadie be single-lady roommates in Detroit? Would they have gone somewhere else?

But it’s no use. She knows the answers to all of those questions. Without Elenore, they would have disintegrated. All of them. Lucy would have moved to Boston four and a half years ago. Will would have married someone nondescript, someone he accepted more than loved. Sam wouldn’t be thinking about opening a little store one day where people like Elenore could come in, discover new music, and change their lives. Sadie wouldn’t be married to Daniel. She might not be working on a master’s degree of her own. She and Lucy probably wouldn’t even be best friends. Just an obligatory Christmas card with polite but intangible promises to get together if they’re ever in the same area.

Better late than on the coast.

Sadie turns her head when she hears huffing and singing in the distance.

“Don’t sleep in the subway, darling! / Don’t stand in the pourin’ raaaaaiiin …” come on, Elenore, you like this song!”

“I don’t like it when I’m running!”

“We have to run! Come on! You try to be smart, then you … take it to heart!”

“Why are we running?”

“Because we have to see Sadie!”

“Sadie!”

She and Elenore spot each other from across the parking lot. At first, Elenore begins to dart across, but Lucy – faster than she ever remembers – scoops her up and makes her go slow.

“Ah-ah-ah!” Lucy says. “Do we run across parking lots? Ever? At all? Especially when it’s dark?”

“No, Mom.”

“Very good. You’re lucky it’s just me and not Daddy. He would have cried.”

“He always cries.”

“Yes, he does. Now, hold my hand, and we’ll walk to go see Sadie.”

They take the last few steps before approaching. Sadie knows she can’t control the smile on her face as she bends down to give Elenore a hug. Elenore, Elenore, Elenore. The girl who changed it all.

“Hi, Sadie,” Elenore says. “Did you know my dad always cries?”

Sadie laughs.

“Yes, I did.”

“I think it’s funny.”

Lucy squeezes Elenore’s shoulder and looks up at Sadie.

“I really am so sorry we’re late,” Lucy says. “Doctors should be on time.”

“It’s OK,” Sadie says. “I’d rather you take Elenore for her check-up than skip it. Gotta make sure our girl is as perfect as we think she is.”

Elenore beams.

“So, what movies are we getting?” she asks.

“Good question, babe,” Lucy says. “Mommy wants you to see The Red Shoes.”

“Which Sadie thinks is insane,” Sadie adds. “She’s five years old.”

“Almost six,” Lucy and Elenore say at the same time.

“Still!”

“My daughter is very advanced, Sadie. If I shelter her from great art, who does that help? More importantly, who does it hurt?”

“I think you’re talking double.”

“Little bit, yeah, but there’s a point wedged in there.”

Sadie laughs.

“Well, I want you to see The Care Bears Movie,” she says. “I think you’d like it.”

“I like Care Bears,” Elenore says. “Sure.”

“And then, we’re going to rent The Outsiders,” Lucy says. “Like we did before you were born. You might not like that one yet.”

Elenore mulls it over.

“Is that the one I pulled out all the tape?” she asks.

Lucy and Sadie look at each other and try to avoid erupting.

“Yes,” Lucy says delicately. “Yes, it is.”

“Yeah. I might not like that one yet.”

Sadie bites her lip to keep from more laughter. Yes, she can imagine a world where Lucy didn’t get pregnant in high school, and even a world where Lucy and Will had a baby a few years later. But that baby wouldn’t have been Elenore. Beautiful, brilliant, perfect little Elenore. They wouldn’t be standing out here, waiting for the Blockbuster doors to open, friends after all this time. Without Elenore, Lucy would be a memory. A stranger.

As the doors open, and the patrons filter inside, Lucy gives Sadie a strange look.

“Yeah?” Sadie asks.

“Nothing, I think,” Lucy says. “You just look … like you’re worried about something.”

Sadie shakes her head.

“Nope! I don’t see anything to worry about here.”

Lucy nods, but that strange look is still behind her eyes. Somehow, Sadie knows she’s thinking the same thing.

I’m so glad you’re really here.

I’m so glad you’re not a memory.

part of the september prompts on my new co-run blog, @analognostalgia -- day 2, "blockbuster"

[acanvasofabillionsuns]

gotta make you understand

throwback to late 2020/early 2021, my small stories series is back!! i've got a few more prompts left that i'm going to try to write soon 👀

AO3!

Summary: Janus is pretty sure Virgil's avoiding them because he hates them. It is... not that. Warnings: none Wordcount: 549

“Wait, what?”

Janus shifted uncomfortably. “I just… want to know what I did wrong? You don’t have to tell me.”

“You didn’t do anything!” Virgil told him, scouring his brain for why Janus would think he hated them.

He did have a tendency to flip his hood up when he was around to hide any potential blushing that made its way past his foundation, which he guessed could be seen as an intimidation thing or something? Maybe like ‘I don’t want to look at your face so I’m going to put my hood in the way?’

And he hardly ever talked around Janus, too scared of fumbling his words to say anything, which Virgil could see being flipped into ‘I hate you and don’t want to talk to you.’ And he did sometimes, occasionally, go out of his way to avoid Janus. (Only because he’s sure every time he runs into them he’s going to embarrass himself horribly, even though usually it doesn’t end up nearly as bad as that. Stupid anxiety brain.)

So Virgil kind of got where Janus is coming from, which made this even more embarrassing.

“You didn’t do anything,” Virgil repeated. “I just… was being dumb. Sorry.”

Janus raised an eyebrow (how did he do that; Virgil’s a little jealous, very impressed, and so gay) and drawled, “Really. Because you avoiding me and refusing to talk to me unless I force you is just… you being dumb, and I haven’t done anything at all to upset you or make you hate me or anything. Sure.” They sighed and hugged their arms around himself, looking away. “I already said you didn’t have to tell me; you don’t have to lie.”

“I didn’t—” Virgil fidgeted in place. He could and should just tell him now, so c’mon—

Janus sighed again. “Right.” They turned to go.

“Janus, wait!” Virgil almost shouted. They paused but didn’t turn to look at him, and Virgil took a deep breath, balling his hands into fists. “The only thing that you’ve done wrong,” he ground out, “is be so stupidly pretty around me. So. Yeah. I’m just being dumb.”

Janus turned back and searched his face, which Virgil was sure was glowing by now. He wanted to flip up his hood, look away, take some of the heat off, but he needed them to know he meant it, so he forced eye contact. 

He felt himself getting antsier and antsier as Janus stayed silent. Their arms uncrossed and fell to their sides, was that a good thing? Was the stunned expression a positive one? Had he just taken the last tatters of their friendship and lit them on fire?

“Oh,” Janus finally breathed.

“Oh?” Virgil immediately regretted how aggressive he sounded.

“Well, I understand that you don’t hate me, now,” Janus said, arms crossing again. “But I think you owe me for making me think that for so long.”

“Okay?” That was plenty fair; Virgil felt terrible about that. “What can I do?”

Janus hummed thoughtfully, tapping his lips. Virgil was pretty sure they’d already decided what they wanted and were just drawing it out.

“Take me on a date,” they finally declared.

“Oh.” Virgil felt like the air was punched out of him. Was this what being high felt like?

“Oh?”

“Yes.”

[briarberrythornedhart]

No Peeking - A Tiny CYOA

Obviously, Eddie Munson takes D and D deadly seriously. Second session in and you could tell - where everything else is borderline a joke to Eddie, D and D is not.

Like, he isn’t content with the standard issue Advanced D&D Dungeon Master Screen.

Yes - He uses it, but he also made his screen wider to hide all his plans, baddies, and campaign notes. He’s got books propped up and a three ring binder and he’s got clips to hang things on the screen that no one can see. He’s made himself a cave.

Nay, a fortress.

Which is probably why he spends most of Hellfire crouching in his throne, or sitting on the throne arm, to be able to see the players reactions.

“Thank you for not... peeking.” He says, coming up to you after the game, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck under his curls. Not making eye contact.

“Sorry... not peeking at what now?” You say, nervously, because you HAD BEEN Staring at Eddie most of the game. Looking at his eyes, his lips, his yummy tattooed arms, sometimes down at his slutty whore knee so close to you so exposed by his ripped jeans and generally wanting to bite it...

“Well, you always avert your eyes from my DM stuff, like when you get up during a break, or if you need to come closer to move your mini or roll a die.”

“Why would I look? I don’t want to see what terrible shit you’ve got ready to ambush the party so I can worry about it before it happens. I gotta stay nimble.” You shook out your hands.

Eddie laughed. Maniacally. Then, mercurial as ever, he got serious. “Well... it’s appreciated. Because sometimes you get... close and I almost wanna just show you everything. Expose all my plans and show off what I’ve been cooking up and... I drop my guard with you. Usually I’m more careful. But something ‘bout you gets past my defenses. It’s not stealth - like - your real life dexterity isn’t great....” Eddie shook his head, pursing his lips.

“I know I’m clumsy, sometimes, you don’t have to rub it in.” You try not to pout. But that sounded so sweet until he was insulting you.

“No, no no, I mean, I just trust you. And I probably shouldn’t, I mean look at you. You’re waaaay to cute to be trust-worthy. You’re probably up to NO Good.” He made that face that he makes when he is trying to get someone’s goat. But he’s just called you cute, so all is forgiven.

Do you:

Protest “I am entirely up to good. There is no correlation between cuteness and goodness - look at your fine self! I don’t assume you are Evil just because you are gorgeous.” 🌟

Or

Do you tease Edward Munson about his DM screen, “No one can see anything behind your screen, anyway. What monster are you hiding back there??” 😉

——

If you respond or like my post I will write more silliness about it. Is that a promise or a threat? ::Shrugs::

[vera-deville]

Vera's Hauntober 2023

Day 3 - Tea (Lucifer)

09/16/2023 - 09/18/2023

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 434

Warnings: Reader drinks scalding hot tea on accident, but that's it!

Gender: Gender Neutral

Taglist: @animusicnerd, @leonistic, @pyroxeene, @savanaclaw1996, @thequeenoffishburrito, @ellssbellss, @reshi-galaxy, @hanafubukki, @hitoshislover

A defeated sigh escaped Lucifer's lips as Y/N slid into the seat across from him, a huge grin on their face.

"Y/N," Lucifer greeted dryly, lips pursed as he watched the mortal in front of him. There's a moment of silence where Y/N analyzes his features before lacing their fingers together.

"Oh wipe that pout off your face," Y/N said, studying the demon from behind their shades. "You know you'll end up thanking me anyways."

"I won't," Lucifer replied, frown beginning to etch onto his face. "But you're welcome to try anything you'd like."

And with that, Y/N flagged down a waiter, and ordered drinks for the both of them. Two very specific drinks. Two very specific drinks that also happened to be the reason why Lucifer was sat in a cafe in the Human Realm against his will in the beginning of Autumn.

Pumpkin Spiced Lattes.

Just thinking about the flavoring made Lucifer grimace. Based on the countless ramblings, courtesy of Y/N, he assumed the drinks to be far too sweet for his tastes. What's more, it's pumpkin flavoring. How could that possibly taste good?

Some time passed by and Lucifer realized that there was another reason why he disliked Pumpkin Spiced Lattes. They take far too long to make. It was beginning to grate on his nerves, but unfortunately, there was nothing he could do. Sometimes, he truly regretted making a pact with a mortal human that couldn't keep themselves out of trouble from day 1.

Eventually though, the Pumpkin Spiced Lattes arrived, and Y/N could only watch Lucifer's reaction through bated breath (while sipping on their own latte, mind you-).

Slurp.

"It is..." Lucifer began.

"It's what Luci?" Y/N asked.

"It is...as I thought. Downright terrible, disgusting, I never want to put it in my mouth ever again."

Sighing, Y/N merely took Lucifer's latte out of his side of the table and brought it next to their own. More for them, they supposed.

This time, Lucifer flagged down the waiter from earlier. "Yes, hello. I would like to order the," Lucifer peered down at the menu that seemed to have materialized into this hands out of nowhere. "Honeysuckle Hot Cider Herbal Tea, please."

Within minutes, the waiter returned with Lucifer's choice of beverage, and he looked quite proud, seeing that his drink did not take much time at all to make. Turning to where Y/N sat, sipping two lattes at a time now (because the mortal was insane), Lucifer said, "Now that's a desirable beverage. No pumpkin. Enough spice. No latte."

Author's Note: And that's the fourth day of Hauntober for you! I've gotta say, I personally find Lucifer hating pumpkin flavored things with a burning passion rather humorous. Slightly unprecedented, but somehow still in character, no?

See you in the next fic!

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