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MERMOON BUT BETTER

TAKE 👹🫳🏽💨

THANK ✨🏃🏽‍♀️💨

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐆 — 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒: Can I do a request for Cole Walter where he and the reader are about to sleep together for the first but she figures that he just will hook up with her and go back to Erin. But he actually has feelings for her and he found out it is her first time ever so he makes sure to tell her that he actually has feelings for her. (Some mature content if you’re cool with that)😏

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Angst, fluff, only indication of smut at the end, no actual smut.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2,804

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Cole Walter x fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: I hope you enjoy it! I don't how to feel about this lmfao. Listen I suck at smut so I'm sorry there isn't any my love. Also, I don't do taglists anymore guys!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

If there was one thing you couldn’t let go of it was trying and not being able to have a conversation with Cole. You found it difficult since he had been avoiding you like the plague. He’d brush past your shoulder in the halls, and if you locked eyes in public he was already walking the other way. Your friendship has been one for the history books. A long-lasting friendship since elementary, but you wondered when and if your bond was soon to expire. You wanted to keep trying though because trying meant you wouldn’t have to lose Cole for good. 

You had had your doubts the second Katherine had invited you to attend Haley and Will’s wedding. Your doubts clouded your mind as you felt your presence and attendance would cause a great deal of stress or frustration for Cole. Seeing as how he didn’t want to talk to you, you did your best to stay far away, sit far, but even then you watched as he left in the middle of the dancing. Heading towards the barn. You had wished you had gone after him sooner, but you waited, waited till everyone was asleep. Anxiety was all you felt as you faced his workshop shed. The light was on indicating that he was in there but if it hadn’t been for the banging and clanging of tools against metal you would have assumed otherwise. It was only one foot after the other. You thought to yourself. Some part of you told you to run and turn, but he was alone and in his element, this would have to be your only time to get your chance. You had to be brave, and strong, but you were not at the moment so you went head first, heart second. You had opened the door and made your way inside. You complicated whether to make your presence known but it ended up being one hesitant knock followed by two certain ones. You had barely made your way into the area before his voice made you halt in your tracks. 

“Didn’t expect you to be hanging around still. It’s late, shouldn't you be on your way home by now?” 

“H-How’d you know it was me?” You gape at him like a fish out of water, not having expected him to speak first. 

“You’re the only person I know that knocks after walking into a room.” He continued to twist a bolt. “Plus you do things in threes.”

You gaped at him. “No, I don’t.” 

You watched as he turned his eyes towards you, a shit-eating grin on his eyes as he leaned to his left. His hand curls into a fist as he reenacts your entrance. Tapping against the metal for effect.

One… two three. 

“Three times.” He smirked, raising his left brow. You wanted to slap him then and there. 

“Didn’t peg you as the type to pay attention to things like that?” 

“Like what? Like how you scrunch your nose and close your eyes when the sun is in your face, and continue to have a conversation like that. Or how you like to listen instead of speaking when you’re in a group. It's just how observant you are. Or how you do things like knock three times after entering a room.” He chuckles, pointing and mocking where you entered. “Or how you don’t ask or expect anything from anyone because you feel like you’re being a burden. Which you’re not. Or how you go out of your way to help others so much, even though some people don’t deserve to be blessed by your kindness. Or how you prefer bikes to cars cause it means you're helping out the planet a little bit more. Or how you prefer Custard instead of Murphy now because when we were younger Alex said you’d be fine riding him…but then you fell off and you got hurt, and it took a long time to get you to trust us again, and get you back on a saddle. Or… how you’ve been nothing but sweet to me when all I’ve done is treat you like shit.” He slams the hood of his truck down causing you to flinch. Regret fills him instantly. “Or…how you hate loud noises because it reminds you of all the yelling that happens at home.” If your heart could stop you’d have collapsed dead on the floor before him. But it hadn’t, it only skipped and increased in speed because you never thought he'd be so attentive to you. 

“Still don’t peg me as the type to pay attention to things now?” He opened his arms out and gave a tight-lipped grin. 

“What happened to us?” 

“I don’t know what you mean.” He brushes past you like he’s done so time after time again. He walked over to his work table looking for a torque wrench knowing the one he needed was over by the truck in his toolbox. He just couldn’t face you right now. 

“Cole…will you look at me, please? I’ve been trying to talk to you for months now and-“

“Have you seen my torque wrench anywhere I can’t find it?” He cut you off. 

“Cole, I’m serious, if you’d just give me a second-“

“Can we not do this tonight? I need to work on the truck okay? It needed more work after it broke down on me and Jackie the other day and I’d appreciate it if you-“

“Can you just look at me for once, dammit!” You walk over and bang your fist on the hood and flinch. You see his side profile first before his body follows, he raises a brow at you unimpressed. 

“On my truck.” He gestures to where your fist rests. 

“I have been trying and trying for so long now to get your attention. To talk to you.” You run your hands down your face. “Because I miss you…” You gesture an open hand to him. “I miss my best friend. I miss wanting to know how your day is going or if your knee has been hurting, but I can’t do those things because you don’t give me the time of day.” 

“I’ve been busy…” He shrugs. 

“Busy right? Yeah, I know what you've been up to.” You close your eyes. “Look Cole, I don’t know if I’ve done anything to make you want to avoid me but if I have then I’m sorry.” You let your head hang forward. “I don’t know what to do anymore…” You hear him before you feel his hands touch your skin gently. In a soft gentle caress, you can’t help but lean into his palm. “I’m sorry…” 

“Hey, you don’t have to be sorry for anything. I’ve been a jerk okay…I've been a shit friend and an even shit brother, but I’m working on it. I am. Things will be different. Okay, if my speech was anything to go off of, I meant every second of it. Meeting your person…When I met you, nothing, nothing else mattered to me. I should’ve realized it sooner too but when do I pay attention to you.” He joked slightly, causing you to roll your eyes. “I should've held you closer because as my mother likes to remind me constantly. You’re good for me, to me, and way out of my league…” Cole laughed lightly. “I guess what I’m trying to get at is I’m sorry…for everything. I know I don’t deserve to be forgiven for the way I’ve treated you.” 

“You don’t.” Cole retreats his hands from your face. Accepting that as your final word. He’d have walked off with a nod if you hadn’t given him the sweet smile he loves seeing on you. “It’s a good thing I forgave you two days ago then..” 

“Wait what?” 

“Thanks for fixing my bike by the way.” 

He breathes out a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “How did you know about that?” 

“I had to take Luna to the vet since she got out the night before, she came back with a limp, but that’s a story for another time. Anyway, your mom and I chatted and she assumed we were on good terms again and asked if you had given me my bike back yet. It didn't take long to put two and two together. That and I’ve been missing my bike for a week now.”

“Can’t trust her now.” He joked. 

“When did you even take it?” You shook your head.

“When did you start asking people for rides again?” He raised a brow at you but laughed as you went to playfully smack him for he was the reason for your lack of transportation. “I was driving the boys home from school when I saw you one day kneeling beside your bike. I wasn’t spying by the way, I just happened to see you in all your damsel ness…” He dragged out the s. 

“Right…” You squint your eyes at him in amusement. 

“I figured it could’ve been the chain since you complained about it falling out one time, so it was either that or the tires finally gave out because let’s face it, sweetheart, that thing was ancient.” He started walking backwards with a smirk. “It was supposed to be a surprise but I guess now is as good of a time as any.” He grabbed a hold of the sheet that covered it and yanked it off.

Your heart did stop then and there. You gasped quietly as a cherry red bike was presented before you. Cole rolled it over in front of you before pulling down the support lever. Though it had been the basket with a pink bow on it that caught your attention. It was beautiful.

“You fixed it.” You reached a hand out to touch it but left it hanging mid-air. Too scared to ruin it. Break it. “And…painted it?” You raised a confused brow at him.

“No. I got you a new one.” He grinned sheepishly as you looked up at him in shock. “The basket was a personal touch I added to it though. I thought you could use something to carry your backpack and books, and the flowers you deliver on Wednesdays. You’ve always carried your bag on your back so I thought this could help take that heavy weight off your shoulders.” 

“Cole…T-This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you…” His heart swelled as you flashed him a smile. You looked back to the bike…thinking he must’ve spent his paycheck on it. You couldn’t believe he’d done such a thing for you. 

“You’re welcome bug.” He nodded. “You deserve something nice. Plus your old bike was on its last limb. That and I thought it’d be good for me to get some exercise in. Work the leg out some more ya know. Believe it or not, I don’t remember the last time I ever rode a bike.” He chuckled. 

"Bug...You haven't called me that in a long time."

"It's my name for you..."

"Yeah, I know it is..." You mutter softly. You thought about the name for a second before your brows furrowed in confusion. “Wait if you got me a new one…What did you do with the old bike?”

“Ah thought you’d never ask. I fixed it.” He jogged back over to the corner. Rolling over the old rusted red one out. He swung a leg over the seat. “Thought you can use the company on Wednesdays.” 

“Keep me company huh?” 

“Yeah, I think it’s time I find a new hobby.” 

“Sulking bored you out.” 

“Among other things…” He shrugs. “I want things to be different.” He cleared his throat and held your gaze. 

“I’m happy for you Cole.” You nodded. 

“Anyway…Let’s test this bad boy.” He pedaled out a few feet then you both watched and heard as the clank of the chain fell out. It lay on the floor. You looked up in time to meet his gaze. You had to cover your mouth to keep you from laughing. 

“Thought you said you fixed it.”

“Yeah…The chain won’t stay. So expect a lot of stopping when we go out on them.” He gave a sheepish grin. 

“You took the old one.” You stated. Turning back to your new one with a new sense of warmth and longing. 

“You were due for a new one. No way I could keep letting you ride this thing. I mean, look at it!” He judged the rusted two-wheeler. 

“Hey don’t make fun. She held out for as long as she could.” 

His eyes flickered onto you, lingering on your eyes a little longer before he let his eyes roam to your heels, up to where your dress ended, then his eyes raked back up to your pouty lips. The accidental double entendre wasn’t lost on him. You had held out for him as long as you could too and he’d been nothing but an ass. 

“Yeah, she sure did…” He nodded slightly. You hold his gaze for a bit longer then look away. 

“For what it's worth. I appreciate you doing this for me.” You grew closer to him, a timid stance as you fiddled with your already chipping nail paint. “I don’t think I can show you just how thankful I am, but all I got is this.” You exhaled, then leaned over to press a kiss against the side of his cheek. Cole closed his eyes wanting the touch of your lips to linger on him a bit longer. You pulled away the slightest, your eyes flickering down to his lips before you averted your gaze. Cole’s chest rose and fell at the sudden change in the atmosphere. He often wondered what your lips pressed against his felt like. Thoughts and questions he probably shouldn’t have had like what did you taste like? What noises he could get out of you. He was hungry for your touch, and he wasn’t about to ruin the opportunity to do the one thing he longed for. 

You watched as he stood up from the bike, letting it lean on the support bar. You took a step back as he closed the distance between you two. His hand reached up to find its place again against your cheeks. “I’m gonna kiss you now.” Your breath hitched at his words. “Let me know if you’d like me to stop.”

“Okay…” You had closed your eyes shut as you waited for him to lean in. It was the barely-there brush of his lips that had you gasping for air. It was the effect he had on you. When he was sure you wouldn’t pull away from him, he slid his hand underneath your jaw holding you there as he walked you both to his work table. The wood had met you back as he knelt to pick you up. Your hands slid over and into his locks. Tugging him closer to you as he stood in between your thighs. 

“Say the word…” He pulled away from your lips kissing down your jaw, onto your neck. “And I’ll stop.” He breathed out as he took note of each sigh of contentment you let out. 

“D-Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” You lifted his chin to have him look at you once more. You curled a hand into his hair and crashed your lips onto his.

“I won’t stop then.” He pecked your lips, pulling back in a teasing manner. You grabbed both sides of his face to press your mouths together, having enough of his playfulness. You just wanted him then and there. You knew you were in for a long evening hearing him unzip his slacks. His belt buckle following next.

“P-Promise this isn’t just a one-time thing. That this won’t be like Erin or any of the other girls you’ve been with. That you won’t leave after this. This is my first time after all.”

“Is that what’s worrying you?” He leaned in and pecked your lips sweetly. 

“Would you be upset if it was?”

“No. Thank you for being open and honest about your concerns to me. But I promise you this time it's different, with you it’s different. I feel something when I’m with you, and I don’t want to find out what my life will be like if you aren’t in it any time soon, but as long as you’re game. I’m in this for the long run.”

“I thought Cole Walter didn’t do relationships…” Cole knew you were only kidding by the teasing in your tone.

“Yeah well that Cole didn’t know what love felt like until he met you.”

“You love me?” You grin feeling that warmth spread over your heart once more. 

“I love you.” He nodded certainly.

[lazyjellyfish300]

One Cabin Ending 🫶🏽🪵🍃🌳

Miguel O'Hara x AFAB Spider-Woman Reader

Synopsis: after the little show you gave him, things start to heat up that night. Some nighttime shenanigans and a sweet ending soon follow..😏 word count 2.2k

Part 1 , Part 2

A/N: NOBODY ASKED FOR THIS, I'M JUST FEEDING MY OWN DELUSIONS AND I'M TAKING YALL WITH ME. 🫶🏽🖤😇😁

TW: MINORS DNI, FANTASIZING, SMUT(P IN V, HANDJOB, ORAL M AND F RECEIVING), STREAKING, PUBLIC SEXUAL ACTS(I MEAN YALL ARE IN THE WOODS ALONE TOGETHER THO) SLIGHT ANGST, FLUFF, alcohol and drunkenness

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Thinking about how dinner that night after that passionate christen to your relationship causes the air to hang heavy with mutual tension. How neither of you can bring yourselves to look the other in the eye for longer than a second, despite knowing exactly what the other looks like when they're engaged in the filfithest of acts. You've seen what this man looks like when he cums, and it's so fucking hot. 

Thinking about the unspoken desire that's sitting in the empty chair at that dinner table, how you can't help but envy the spoon he brings to his lips as he sips the warm broth, wishing they were massaging the sensitive skin of your neck while you cooed underneath him instead.

Shock, how alluring you looked when the wine in your glass clung to your lips, leaving them shiny, a deliciously tempting feeling you'd leave behind in his mouth when you weave your wine ladden tongue with his, not stopping until he could swear you'd leave him drunk, and not because he consumed any of the alcohol tonight himself. 

He didn't have to. 

Those eyes and those curves and the way you cried out for him earlier was pure heaven. Maddening melody he replayed over and over in his mind until he realized that he needed to hear it again. But this time he would be directly responsible for drawing it out of you.

The trick was conjuring up the bravery to do it. He was stubborn. He'd face off with plenty of formidable foes and monsters from his time as a superhero but cowered and hid when it came to the shadow of his own vulnerability. 

The updates in your relationship together were mostly physical, the foundation rooted in carnality, but, believe him when he knew, it was deeper than that. This man witnessed the heart of your personality, even if he was on the receiving end of the not-so-pleasant parts. He knew you could be as headstrong as he was and weren't afraid to challenge him. He admired you a lot for it, the facets of your personality he used to find annoying became endearing. Maybe it was the setting sun or the forced proximity of being alone in such a remote, yet beautiful corner of nature that drew him closer to you, but it didn't matter. He was willing to stick around and find out regardless of how long it took. You had him hooked and he didn't plan on letting you leave anytime soon. 

You're looking at him with similar intrigue. You're steadily draining the wine from your glass at the same rate dopamine is quickly replacing it, making you feel brave. 

"Wanna do something fun?" 

Thinking about how he smirks at you, then shakes his head, blaming the fact that you're just tipsy and it's late as his reasoning for not wanting to indulge. In his mind, he silently hopes you'll push back, and you do, but not in the way he was expecting as you're so boldy doing right now as you stand up and begin to unbutton your long flannel, strutting towards the door with a playful look in your eye.  

He just leans back in his seat, his face growing hot as he watches you walk away, closing his eyes for a moment to consult his long neglected faith, whatever scrape of it remains, to give him the strength to not do anything foolish tonight. 

Thinking about how his willpower evaporates quicker than the clothes off your body as he goes wide eyed at your nakedness in the moonlight. Your boldness of stripping down, watching the darkness swallow your bare body in the shadows, and the way the chilly air highlighted your skin, particularly your breasts, in a sea of goosebumps. The whole thing was unbelievably sexy. 

Thinking about the way you leaned in so close to his lips, telling him he needs to lose the clothes he's wearing if he wants to come any closer. 

Shock you don't even need to touch him to drive him utterly insane.

Thinking about how you're getting warm between your thighs as you watch him slowly pull his clothes off his body. That stupid goofy grin on his face and the blush in his cheeks makes him look so innocently adorable despite the fact you both were literally about to go streaking together in this quiet, night-stricken woodland. 

Thinking about how Miguel's mind is a train racing steadily off the track. Shock, you're making him lose it. Shock, was he really about to run naked through the forest with you? Shock, the hold you have on him all because you wore a white flowy sundress, soaked by the creek and because he allowed eyes wander and you happily let him do it. 

It lead him to wonder what you looked like up close, leading to him wondering what you looked like when you were experiencing true ecstasy, when you were gracing the highest peaks of arousal, wondering about how it's going to be so satisfying when he takes you in his bed tonight, if this night keeps traveling steadily in this sexy direction you both know it's going. 

Thinking about how the adrenaline is surging through you as you race off into the night. The superhuman speed in your veins propelling you along the forest floor as you gleefully try to dodge Miguel who's close behind you, moonlight kissing his features making him look oh so enticing that your head snaps back to its original position, your eyes lingering on him a little too long causing you to almost lose your footing. A mischievous smile painting your lips as you weave deeper and deeper into the leafy canopy of trees akin to this growing and blooming attraction between you and who you originally thought to be your all-business, grumpy mission partner.  

Thinking about how his eyes before were a peaceful cardinal but now they're an unbridled vermillion, a metaphorical wildfire burning through these woods as he runs after you into the night. He has to close his eyes, only for a moment as the waves of cold air rapidly hitting his face with his inhuman speed send pulses of excitement through his body.

This life you've breathed into him has brought him to a place within himself he didn't know still existed. An extinguished flame he thought was long forgotten with the tragic loss of his daughter. Never thinking the match that would reignite it laid in those enchanting irises of your eyes and your damned smile that had him risking it all on this fateful mission in the remote country. 

Thinking about how he playfully corners you at last, catching you around your bare torso. As soon as your exposed skin meets his, it's all over as you begin passionately, frantically, desperately kissing his lips underneath the woodsy clearing of pine trees, the sky magnificently littered in dusty clusters of burning stars.

Thinking about the bewitching forest chill prompting your bodies to press even closer together, groaning and moaning at the heat coming off his skin as it's being transferred onto yours. 

Thinking about he's gently squeezing you around the throat as he slides his tongue in between your lips, moaning when his assumption that your wine-laced mouth would taste just as sweet as he imagined was absolutely correct. 

Thinking about how mesmerizing his face looks as his mouth falls open when you start stroking his cock and now he's bucking his hips against your hand, begging you to go faster as your foreheads press together. 

Thinking about how his face is utterly burning, the desire and heat rising in his body as he briefly looks around while you're sucking his cock in this moonlit environment.

 It's completely silent.

The moans he's making and the naughty lewd act that's taking place wouldn't be known to a single soul besides the depths of the trees and the two people lost inside it, making this scenario even more steamy as he bites his lip. 

Thinking about how a short time later he's groaning loudly as he's struggling sooo hard to focus on putting one foot in front of the other as he carries your naked body across the threshold of the cabin while you're sucking the life out of his neck.

The dial on his self-restraint is completely shattered at this point, and he might not even make it to his bedroom before he just fucks the soul out of you right here on the kitchen table. 

Thinking about the salacious screams you both let out as your wet cunt beautifully hugs his cock for the first time. 

Thinking about how butterflies erupt in your stomach when he nestles his face against your neck and whispers frantically in your ear how good you feel and how he's always wanted to do this as his grip tightens on your hair and as your nails press down into his back. 

Thinking about how any anxiety you had before about your appearance or how you've landscaped down there or lack thereof hasn't even crossed your mind once as you watch him devour your aching sex in his mouth. His tongue painting your clit in utter worship, vibrations of his deep voice stroking against the plush inside of your thighs. 

Thinking about how he's losing his mind at how well you're riding and grinding on his cock. One of your hands caressing all over your body as the other pushes your hair in front of your face in an erotic display, and he can't resist the urge to seize your hips and fuck upwards into you. 

Thinking about how he only stops when you lean forward and distract him with deep kisses, his cock nice and wet, warmed by your velvety arousal deep in that pussy as you both drown in each other's lips for several blissful moments. 

Thinking about how a chemical reaction takes place in his brain when you confess you've always loved him when you come up for air, how the cherry in his eyes glistens so brightly as a gorgeous smile spreads across his face. 

Thinking about how beautiful you look when he whispers back that he feels the same way. That this is completely crazy but he doesn't care. Let's end this night together and get back to business in the morning. When this mission is over I'm coming back for you to take you home with me for good. 

Thinking about how this first fuck isn't about fucking anymore, your bodies moving passionately in this log cabin are molding an act of love. 

The strokes and thrusts of his cock are deep and long. The kisses are greedy, wet, and passionate. If the cabin were made of glass it would be utterly fogged with no vision available to the inside, completely covered by the haggard and strangled breaths that are leaving both of your lungs as you simply can't get enough of the other's body. 

Thinking about how those stupid, flimsy rules in the beginning are long forgotten as you lovingly and powerfully make love to this beautiful man in this quiet cabin, a neverending string of dirty talk mixed with the sweetest nothings filling your eardrums as a new position gets added on top of the last. 

Realizing that all the ways you can take this man's cock is limitless. Your pussy wetting with a surge of delicious excitement when you realize the spider powers you both possess mean that you're not going to get tired or a blink of sleep anytime soon. 

Thinking about how in the morning, your dynamic has completely changed and instead of just a mission partner, he's your best friend for life as you giggle over a fresh pot of coffee. 

Thinking about his love for you tripling as he watches you wrestle that pesky anomaly in the dirt and tie it up with webs, realizing he's gonna need to put a ring on that finger. 

Thinking about how you both are sad when you walk through that portal back to Nueva York, knowing that it'll be some time before you can be together again. 

Thinking about how the trials and things you went through together through the past year or so are completely worth it as your eyes get blurry with tears at the sight of a gorgeous engagement ring in a little black box. 

Thinking about how excited you are for your honeymoon as you look up at your new husband as you leave the state office building with a fresh marriage certificate from your elopement with a giddy heart, asking him where he's taking you. 

Thinking about how he smiles and kisses your hand, knowing he's taking you back to that cute little cabin in the woods, returning with a new mission in mind, to start that new family together you always dreamed of with him. 

Thinking about how you'll return to that cabin several more times in both of your lifetimes to get away together and leave all your worries behind. A complex and beautiful love developed in the simplest of locations until the gray in your hair starts to match his. 

Thinking back to that one cabin in the woods where it all started as you look at the older man sitting on the park bench next to you as he pressed a soft kiss into the back of your hand, the little voices of your grandchildren playing on the playground bringing you back to a blissful reality you built together. 

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[strlingsav]

I'm so excited to see you have 3 upcoming parts for Alone, I cannot wait to read them!

Was also wondering if you had any ideas on sending Simon a risky photo while he's at work, now battling a stiffy, the team can sense something off esp Soap, and when he gets home he let's you know how hungry you made him 😏

Thank you!! It might be sometime before I finish it but I'm working on it 🤍

I can definitely do this & definitely have some ideas 🤭 Thanks for asking!

Insatiable

– Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

— You send Simon an intimate photo during work hours.

Explicit sexual content under the cut. Read at your own risk.

Simon was set to return from deployment two days ago. Yet, he still hadn't come back. You hadn't heard from him either. It kept you on edge, awaiting a text message with burning anticipation.

You were lonely; you missed him, missed his voice, his touch. It'd been months since you'd felt him, leaving you pent-up and unsatisfied. Regardless of your efforts to sate the yearning in your stomach, you needed more- needed him.

You'd woken up with feverish heat in your veins, flowing to every inch of your body, inducing a lust-filled haze in the early-morning light. It was your new normal since Simon's absence, frustration and desire combining to create an agonizingly relentless craving.

Against your sober judgment, you draped yourself in the white duvet, let the rays of sun illuminate the parts of you you desperately wanted Simon's hands over, and took a photo. A single image showcasing everything he was missing, had missed, over the last couple months.

Your hands placed over the soft skin of your stomach, your breasts plush and inviting against the cushion of the comforter, the curves of your hips accentuated with your lying position; even you couldn't deny it was bound to make him miss you. You accompanied it with a simple message, 'I miss you'.

Simon was seated in the Captain's office with the rest of the task force, ruminating on the final details of the most recent mission. His phone vibrated in his vest pocket, loud against the ammunition and other equipment strapped to him. Usually, he'd ignore it, leave it for when he was alone- but he knew you were waiting to hear from him.

He opened it, not expecting an image of you, specifically your nude body. He swallowed harshly when he saw your bare skin, luminous in the sunlight, wrapped in your sheets- his sheets.

His eyes widened briefly, heat washing over his body, settling in his groin. God- he missed you. He ached to kiss your skin, feel it under his hands, pull at your flesh with his teeth. He inhaled deeply, remembering what it felt like to be inside you.

He wanted to excuse himself from Price's office, desperate to be anywhere but the fishbowl where his team noticed the change in his disposition.

"Y'alright, L.T?" Soap asked, leaning over.

Simon glanced at him, not long enough to let Soap examine his expression, but it was too late. He quickly tucked his phone in his vest, clearing his throat.

"Fine, Sergeant."

"You're lookin' tense," Soap grinned. "That your burd on the phone?"

"Watch it, Johnny," Simon warned, his eyes now narrowing into a glare.

"Nae bother, Sir. You'll be seein' her soon."

Johnny was right, regardless of the beyond maddening intrusion into Simon's personal life. He'd see you soon- but not soon enough. He shifted in his seat, unable to remove you or your body from his mind.

You were impatient, taking brief looks at the clock that seemed to stand still. Since Simon's response, which was a 'home soon', you'd tried your hardest to keep busy. It was a fruitless endeavour.

You heard the front door open, and sat up on the couch. Once you realized it was Simon, you stood and jogged to meet him at the door. His eyes lifted to yours as he dropped his duffel bag, opening his arms as you strode toward him. He enveloped you in a strong hug, lifting you to his waist.

He was still in his fatigues, mask off his face with messy hair and a flushed expression.

"I missed you," You whispered into his ear, pulling back to press a kiss to his lips.

His mouth was warm and inviting, welcoming you back to him.

"Missed you more," He mumbled, his face falling to your neck.

He inhaled deeply- your pheromones, your smell. He'd already fought an erection for most of the day, but your body pressed tightly against his was beginning to create a storm of arousal in his stomach.

"Any interesting texts today?" You asked, a mischievous grin on your face.

He chuckled, "One- couldn't take my eyes off it. You soak my sheets?"

You shook your head. "I've been waiting for you," You said, slow and sultry, your lips finding his ear.

"Glad you did," He said, his voice rumbling through his chest, rough in your ear. His eyes shut, breathing out harshly. "Photo you sent had me fightin' a hard-on."

"Oh," You smiled, your arms squeezing around his neck. "Just letting you know I was thinking of you."

"Been dyin' to get my hands on you. That what you've been thinkin' about?"

You nodded. He stepped forward, ambling toward the couch where he dropped you down.

"You been thinkin' about my mouth?"

You sighed as he tugged your shorts down your thighs, tilting your head to watch.

"Yes," You whispered.

"How 'bout my tongue?"

"God, yes," You grinned, tugging your lip between your teeth.

He left your shorts and panties on the floor, leaning between your thighs. He lifted your calves with rough hands, his soft lips trailing up your legs until he reached your inner thighs. His tongue slid out, lavishing your legs with the silky, wet feel of his mouth. Teeth bit down into your pliable flesh, soothing kisses calming the afflicted area.

"And your hands," You hummed, letting it sit in the air before continuing. "And you, inside me."

He let out a huff- mostly amusement, mixed with arousal and disbelief. You were nearly insatiable.

"I've been thinkin' about your cunt," He mumbled against you, his breath warm as it fanned your pussy. "And these tits y'like teasin' me with."

His hands ran up your body, sliding beneath the thin T-shirt covering your torso, hands moulding to your breasts. He squeezed gently, lifting your shirt further.

His lips engulfed your nipple, while his other hand palmed your other breast, fingers pinching the erect bud gently. You shivered with pleasure when his teeth grazed your nipple, biting softly only to run a flat tongue over it.

"Yes, baby," You whispered. "Please."

He chuckled against you, sliding down your stomach to press a soft kiss against your pussy. His patience was running thin, not able to resist you for much longer. His tongue grazed your clit, making your hips jump, and his hands settled on your hips to keep you steady.

Your lips parted in a soft moan, your head rising to watch his lips devour you- his eyes meeting yours with a glaze of lust clouding his vision. He pulled your thighs apart, diving deeper into your core with his mouth, his tongue sliding inside you to caress your silky walls.

Your hand flew to his crown, gliding through his already-messy hair. He hummed appreciatively when you applied pressure, your hips lifting to meet his mouth.

His tongue was well-versed in your pleasure, he knew just which parts of you needed the most attention, where to apply pressure to make your legs tremble over his shoulders. He loved meeting your gaze from between your thighs, watching your eyes flutter shut, your lips call out for him.

"D-don't waste time," You said, sitting up.

"Tell me what y'need sweetheart," He said between long strokes of his tongue.

You shivered, "I need you inside me."

"Which part?" He asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.

"Your cock," You huffed, lying back with frustration.

He suddenly lifted you by the hips, turning you onto your stomach. You let out a short squeal, shifting to your hands and knees. Behind you, he knelt on one knee, his other foot firmly planted on the floor. He undid his fatigues, the cool metal buckle of the belt hitting your backside.

His palm traced the curve of your spine, pressing down to have you arching your back.

"Just like that," He whispered.

You felt the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance, the ridges pushing past the tight muscle of your hymen, before he plunged deep inside your warmth.

His head fell back, a guttural moan leaving his chest, in sync with yours. You reached for the arm of the couch, hands gripping the fabric as his cock readjusted your walls.

"Fuckin' soaked for me, sweetheart," He muttered, his head falling now to watch your pussy swallow his cock.

You hadn't the mind to answer, distracted by the overwhelming feeling of his cock driving deep inside you, moulding your walls. It overwhelmed you with relief- everything you'd been craving the last few months, the feelings of frustration had been washed away with his cock fitting inside you.

He hunched over you, giving short strokes as he drove his cock into you, his hand reaching under to grab at your breasts.

"Missed this cunt," He groaned, his voice in your ear. You could feel the vibrations through his chest into your back, arching further into him. "Shit," He breathed. "Saved it all for you, love. All for this pretty fuckin' cunt."

You moaned softly, your forehead pressed against the fabric of the couch. His fingers reached your clit, rubbing over it as he rolled his hips into your ass.

"Simon- please," You whimpered. "I'm so close. Fuck, I'm so close. Right there, please." You whined beneath him, your hips bouncing up to meet his languid strokes.

"That's my girl," He grunted. "Fuckin' cum for me, sweetheart."

His torso had formed into the curve of your back, his hand wrapped under you to stimulate your clit, his rough voice in your ear; you came undone, pleasure radiating through you, your pussy squeezing around his cock as he continued to thrust into you.

He let out a few moans of disbelief, "Bloody hell, that's fuckin' tight, sweetheart. Missed you chokin' my cock."

Your climax had entirely mesmerized you, drowning in the abyss of pleasure that had dragged you under. Your consciousness disappeared for a moment, then you managed to squeak out a quiet 'so good'.

You could hear his laboured breathing, feel the heat between your bodies. It was sticky, humid and messy- a tangle of limbs as he found a way to push himself deeper inside you, massaging your walls when he dragged out, only to dive back in.

Your slick juices covered his cock and the insides of your thighs, a creamy, white ring forming around the base of his cock, pushing him closer to his climax every time he looked down.

"Jesus- gonna have me cummin' soon," He groaned, moving his hand to wrap around your throat. "Deep inside you, just how I like it."

"Yesyesyes," You breathed, a strain in your voice.

He let out a chuckle of satisfaction, hearing the desperation in your voice.

"Y'miss this cock? Miss my cum inside you?"

Your eyes shut, "So bad, soso bad, baby."

"That's right," He grunted again, his thrusts faster as he straightened up, his hands moving to grip your waist.

You could tell he was close; harsh pumps of his hips, a rough grip on your waist and hips, heavy breathing from behind you.

He finally slowed, guttural groans and a bruising grip, before slowly backing off.

You turned over slowly, and his dropped his weight to hover above you.

"Should send me more o' those photos," He said.

"If you're lucky," You said, grinning before placing a kiss on his lips.

[vendetta-if]

With the recent heat wave, I'm curious about how the various cast would be taking a temporary vacation with a beach day? What kind of swimwear do they prefer, favorite beach activities, ect.

In case of deceased characters like Viktor, Cara, and Baba Alina, do they have any fond memories of their first trips to the beach, or first time they're kids saw the ocean?

Although Ash and Rin both seem like they'd sunburn easily so they probably both try to avoid direct sunlight as much as possible.🤔

Aww this is so sweet and fun! 🥺❤️ Let’s start with the ROs first and then we’ll move to the rest of the cast!

Ash

Ash is an active person, so they’d definitely love to do physical activities, such as swimming, beach volleyball, riding jet ski (if available). They’d probably try to get MC to join too.

Also, as you mention, Ash can get sunburn pretty easily, so, it’s up to MC to help them lather the sunblock properly on areas they can’t reach, of course 😏

Rin

Rin would be spending most of their time under a shade, leaning relaxingly in a beach chair with a book on their lap and probably a margarita or a refreshing drink in one hand. They’re not really the biggest fan of beaches, but wouldn’t complain if invited. Just don’t expect them to join in on any physical activities.

Santana

Would be up for a little dip in the water and maybe to a round or two of friendly volleyball games, but probably would spend most of the time just relaxing and maybe catch some nap (God knows they need it 😂). Also, would love to do some BBQ for the whole group.

Skylar

Funnily enough, they’d be the other active person in the group (excluding MC if your MC is one), so they’d be the one who probably would do a lot of physical activities with Ash.

Soon, those activities will be vehicles for the two of them to continue their rivalry, even though none of them would explicitly state it out loud. Who would be able to swim the farthest or the fastest? Who would be able to score more in the volleyball game? Ash would probably do a lot of smash moves against Skylar during the game too 🤣

But once the sun starts to get low, they’d cease the physical activities and choose to chill instead and would start taking pictures of the sunset, the surrounding, and maybe some of the gang.

Luka

Not interested in doing a lot of beach activities and plus, he’d probably be prone to getting sunburn. So, he’d spent most of his time probably drinking over in the nearby beach bar/lounge. Would probably step out for a little while if Jackal, MC, Ash, Cara, or Viktor drags him away 😆

Jackal

Would love to go swimming for a while and would make sure to drag Luka with him. After all, he won’t pass up the rare chance of seeing Luka in his swimwear 🤭 After that though, he’d probably accompany Luka in the nearby bar or lounge.

Grandpa

Similar to Luka and Rin, not a big fan of going to the beach. He doesn’t like sand; it’s coarse, and rough, and irritating, and it gets everywhere. But would still go just to spend time with his family. He’d probably spend a lot of time out of the sun and in the nearby bar or lounge instead.

Takashi

Hell yeah, he’d enjoy a day at the beach with his family and friends! Be careful when playing volleyball with him though. If he gets excited enough, he might accidentally use a bit of his super strength in his shots (a lesson that Luka learnt the hard way once).

Also, totally would be the BBQ master 😂 And he’d probably be a pretty good one too since he’s decent in cooking.

Viktor

One of his most fond memories was going to the beach for the first time with little MC, Ash, Luka, and Cara during one summer break. He never let the kids out of his sight and he helped little MC and little Ash build sandcastles, and hold on to them while they swim in the shallow water.

He also packed a duffel-bag worth of towels, clothes, shampoo, soap, and all other stuff that might be needed and made sure that both MC and Ash put on sufficient sunblock.

He had a lot of fun and just like Skylar, he also took a lot of pictures, but instead of the view, he was more interested in documenting the memories, focusing on MC, Ash, Cara, and Luka.

Cara

Same as Viktor, this family holiday to the beach was one of her fondest memories. Seeing her child and little MC playing happily with no worries in the world made her happy as well.

She accompanied Ash and MC searching for pretty seashells along the beach. And once the two of them are getting tired, she whipped out the picnic basket she had prepared early in the morning.

It was a really beautiful memory that she often looked back on. Whereas Viktor had this obsession with immortalizing memories through photos, for her, just carving it into her heart is enough.

Grandma

Sadly, she never had the chance to go on a beach holiday with MC. But, she had one with Viktor, Luka, and Grandpa a long time ago, back when both of her sons were still little.

Honestly, she was also not a beach person, just like her husband and her youngest son, but Viktor had pleaded with her and Pavel to spend at least a day there during one summer break, and she agreed, convincing her husband to join too. What she wouldn’t do for her sons…

Of course, she made sure a picnic basket was prepared for the day and she and her husband spent most of their time under the shade, watching her two sons play around the beach.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Nekoma’s Emo Manager

Nekoma x Fem! Manager (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: probably swearing 🤷🏻‍♀️ idk if that’s even a warning

AN: this is an anon request! I realized I had it labeled from Spooky Anon but it wasn’t signed from Spooky anon 😅 so idk who it’s from.

*aggressively hits G note on piano and stares into your soul*

If you unaware of the song that made an entire generation, please google it

Also I will not argue this point because I have both age and vintage Emo on my side 😌

Now for a mini history lesson, the Emo I’m going to be referring to today was popular from the late 90s to late 2000s and into the 2010s

This means heavy black eyeliner, hair that defied gravity, neckties being used as anything but neckties

Black with hints of accent colors such as, but not limited too, pinks, orange, white, etc.

The days when TRL and MTV were the way to “stream” new music and hot topic was the source of all band t-shirts

Now that I’ve covered a small history lesson, let’s strap in shall we!

So get your check board belts and fingerless gloves ready kids!

Because it’s time to get EMOtional 😂

N E Ways- let’s just say, you classified yourself as an “Emo kid”

It wasn’t super unheard of to be different fashionably in school but you, well you were definitely a sight

Your hair was teased to the rafters, bows of every color along with skulls littered your hair

Your eye liner was the blackest black, and you skin looked like you hadn’t seen sun in decades 😅

You wore fishnet tights with vans or perhaps another skateboarding shoe

You looked pretty intimidating to most people who didn’t know you

I mean, your style doesn’t exactly scream approachable

However, the people who did know you, knew that your style of “dark and brooding” didn’t measure up AT ALL to your personality

You were a complete sunshine ☀️

A literal sweetheart and absolute Angel!

Unfortunately a lot of kids didn’t get to know you ☹️

But luckily, there was one guy who didn’t care about looks

He really didn’t care about much actually 👀

And that happened to be our favorite setter Kenma!

Because Kenma honestly does not care about looks or superficial things like that

Actually, when you first got teamed up with Kenma to work on a project, a lot of kids thought it was a strange combo

But somehow, you two managed to make it work and in fact, you got the best grade in the class

After that, you and Kenma became partners for every project

There was just something he enjoyed about you

Probably your weird similarity to Hinata honestly 😏

Soon you and Kenma started hanging out after school

You both loved video games as well as had similar styles in music

Look at me and tell me Kenma wouldn’t be into Emo rock 👁️👄👁️

Fall out boy, Paramore, Taking Back Sunday, THE USED!!!!

Anyways, soon Kuroo joins and he’s confused about your friendship with Kenma

Like you and Kenma are complete opposites but you get along super well

Eventually Kuroo starts taking a liking to you as well

Kuroo has natural Emo hair so it’s fate 💅

Kuroo soon figures out why Kenma enjoys your company as you are a literal dark ball of sunshine

Eventually you start accompanying out kitty cats to practice in order to hang out with Kuroo and Kenma

Upon entering the gym, everyone stares at you

You low key kinda scare the first years, Inuoka and Shibayama

Yaku and Kai are super interested as in why you are there

Yamamoto is just dead because there’s a girl in the gym 🙄

And Lev, well Lev can’t keep his mouth shut

“Hey you’re that weird chick that wears black and has crazy hair. I’ve heard a lot about you!” Lev screams

Yaku please 😌

“LEV SHUT UP!” Kuroo yells as Yaku kicks him

You just giggle, a sound nobody was expecting, as you say, “I’m Yn! I guess I kind of do get a little bit of a reputation but I promise, I’m not evil or something!”

“She’s actually kind of cute in a different way,” Kai says as Fukunaga and Yaku nodd in agreement.

Soon, you are coming to every practice and helping where you can

Setting up chairs, filling water balls, handing out towels

The boys quickly adore you and soon you just naturally become apart of the team

Kuroo officially asks you the teams manager which you gladly accept

It’s hard finding a club with your specific tastes and since you could still express your style and personality, volleyball club seemed perfect!

You enjoyed playing music, listening to music and writing which were all supported by Nekoma

Our progressive Kings 👑

Honestly they were so supportive of their Emo scene queen!

They loved when you added little touches of red to your outfits and even made a hair bow that specifically said “Nekoma” on it 🥹

Of course, they were still boys so they all found you super cute and adorable

Yamamoto was your personal body guard for everything

It didn’t matter what, he always walked you to every class and if anyone made any comments about you, he would challenge them to a “rumble”

Language you later learned, was picked up from Karasuno 🙄

You had heard about Karasuno and you were honestly so excited to meet them!

Kenma had told you about Karasuno’s tiny middle blocker

On the way to training camp, our sweet boys let you play the music

Honestly Coach Nekomata was way into it 😂

He was such a hip coach and he knew you kids were into some weird stuff

Please he was too 🤚🏻

Anyways, he’s just happy you bring so much joy to the team

And honestly you match Nekoma’s cat-like mysterious vibes

So when you showed up, the other teams just kind of stared at you

Obviously you kinda stood out like a sore thumb Yn, sorry to say

But don’t worry, Yamamoto is on the case 🫡

“WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT? HAVENT UOU EVEN SEEN A GORGEOUS GIRL BEFORE?!?” He screams

You rn 👉🏻😐

Yaku 👉🏻 YAMAMOTO STOP BEING AN IDIOT

You just roll your eyes and smile, bowing to the teams and greeting them

Almost instantly, they melted 🥰

Because like how are you both adorable and scary???

Literally Emo culture mkay

“Come on Yn, let’s go,” Kenma says as you wave and walk away

Eventually you get introduced to all the teams, including Karasuno

You end up making eye contact with Hinata several times as he observes you

Finally, he makes his move

“Hi there! I really like your style! I see your friends with Kenma and the pretty girl manager for Nekoma! I’m Shoyo Hinata and I’m a middle blocker!” He shouts

You smile back and greet him, “Kenma had told me so much about you! It’s so great time finally meet you!”

Kuroo and Daichi watch you both and shake their heads

“Boy short stuff really can make friends with anyone can’t he?”

“You new manager looks super sweet and outgoing, albeit a little interesting,” Daichi says as Kuroo nods

Soon you and Hinata, and by consequence Bokuto, become besties

Honestly you really enjoy hanging out with Akaashi but we won’t tell Bokuto that 😶

You share your knowledge as well as your unique style of cheering with the boys

You wrote cute little cheers and even inspirational poetry to share with the boys

Bokuto and Hinata loved your fancy words : D

And even when Bokuto went into his own Emo modes, the teams knew exactly who to call!

“YN HALPPPP!” Akaashi would silently communicate to you with his eyes

You 👉🏻 NEVER FEAR OUR SCENE QUEEN IS HERE 🦸🏻‍♀️

“Bokuto would you like to listen to some music or maybe we can talk about your feelings?” You say as you rub his back

“I could use a hug,” Bokuto 🥺

You 👉🏻😌🥰 of course-

Akaashi doesn’t get it, Nekoma doesn’t get it but they appreciate it!!

[nuevialnst]

— Into The Night

Pairings: Dom Vamp! Leon x Sub Fem! Reader

Summary: Spending time with Leon in the middle of the night turning into a session 😏

Cw: Straight up porn with plot with some fluff at the end !

Character Count: 4.2k

Leon had restrainted you by tying your arms behind your back as he bit your neck sucking some blood and leaving a noticeable mark on your skin. You were now sitting in the passenger seat of his black Jeep Cherokee that he always drove like there was a war on. He was in a dark mood.

Leon’s eyes still glowed red from the bite marks you left behind when he finally let you go but his fangs had retracted. It wasn’t long before he stopped at an abandoned warehouse with the moon shining bright against it.

It wasn't any brighter than usual since the sun was still setting. He took the keys out of the ignition and looked into your eyes, “Are you ready for this or should I take you home?” he asked softly without emotion.

You shook your head no, ‘I want to do this’ you thought. You wanted so badly to know what happened after everything was over. And now that you finally know where you came from… Well you couldn’t deny that it made you want to stay forever just to keep being with them. So you nodded yes again, hoping that would be enough to satisfy him.

He grabbed your waist and pulled you close to him pulling your shirt off your body exposing all your beautiful curves. He ran his fingers across your chest tracing every curve until they rested on your breasts.

He rubbed his thumb against your nipples while running his other hand along your side. Your hips automatically moved into his caress. He growled and leaned forward pressing his mouth to yours kissing you gently while one of his hands slipped inside your underwear.

Once he found your wet opening, he pushed inside your panties and thrust hard hitting that little bundle of nerves deep inside of you making you groan in pleasure. “Yes! Yes, baby! Yes~!” you mewled while grabbing his hair tightly with your hands. His fingers gripped your breast making you moan loudly. His lips latched onto your neck letting you taste his blood as the rest of his clothes dropped to the ground around his feet leaving him completely naked.

‘Damn he is gorgeous’ you thought as you kept your hands clutching his hair. He continued thrusting making you scream in pleasure, ‘Fuck he is driving me crazy!!’ he growled against your neck giving your nipple another squeeze and then biting it as if trying to get the pleasure out of your system. He picked up speed as he started pumping himself hard into you.

He moaned loudly as he continued fucking you and you knew it was about to come. “Oh god— fuck..” you cried as you felt yourself start to contract inside of him. “Yes-- yes--! Yes!!!” you chanted feeling him tighten around you.

The only problem was that your climax was far away so he continued to ride you roughly and soon your orgasm began to come closer. As you rode the wave you heard him grunt loudly and then collapse against you. As you lay on his chest breathing heavily you smiled happily. ‘God, how can you ever live without him?’ You smiled as you fell asleep next to the love of your life.

The next day

You woke up alone. The bed sheets were neatly tucked beneath the blanket but didn't cover your bare body as you expected. You looked down realizing the bed was empty and wondered where he went to. After a few minutes of searching the entire loft area, you gave up and went downstairs where he was preparing breakfast.

You smiled brightly at him seeing his delicious scent wafting towards you from the kitchen. The smell instantly made you feel a sense of calmness fill you. As you entered the kitchen he turned around with a smile. “Good morning, beautiful” he said leaning in for a kiss which you gladly accepted. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer as if he never planned to let you go.

You giggled as you kissed him deeply. When you finally broke apart you could smell pancakes coming from the oven. You sighed happily looking over at him who grinned. ‘This is amazing!! How did I ever think I could live without him?!’ You grinned excitedly as you grabbed one of the chairs sitting on the bar stools waiting. “Is pancake batter still warm or is it ready to eat?”

He laughed at your antics, “Well if it's hot why not eat it right away?”

You pouted, “But it’s too early in the morning, let's savor it for a little longer, ok?” He smirked, “Alright, if you insist my dear.”

[gary-mu]

@miamisa101 hope you don't mind if I go with the smutty option 😏

Thanks for being so patient 🥺🙏

-HC- First time with Kishibe

Warnings/Tags: female/afab reader, smut, fingering, virginity loss, vaginal sex. Reader is a consenting adult.

*No beta read

Kishibe is a horny bastard. We all know that. He has probably done everything under the sun with more lovers than he can remember. Still, he never gets tired of it.

He is the kind of guy who goes to a bar, orders a drink, chooses his next prey, and lets his natural charm work the magic until they are crying out his name with his cock buried deep inside them. Rinse and repeat.

And that's exactly where you met: at the shitty bar a few blocks from your office.

The moment Kishibe saw you entering the bar, he decided you were going to be his. He needed your lips on his mouth and your legs on his shoulders.

So he carried out the routine he mastered several years ago: he approached you, invited you a drink, paid a respectful and honest compliment without sounding like a creep, and let things flow.

Lucky for him, you were entirely under his spell after a few moments, and soon you were both locked in the bathroom, making out like there was no tomorrow.

He was getting hard and eager but didn't want to end up fucking you in a dirty bathroom stall. Not that he's never done it before, but with you, so shy and compliant, he needed more time to play.

"Wanna go to my place?" Kishibe panted in your ear, making you tremble, and you answered with a needy "yes, please," ignoring a little detail you should have told him: you're still a virgin.

But he was just so good with his mouth, his hands, and his words… You just didn't want to waste an opportunity to have a good time with a guy who actually knew what he was doing.

Kishibe doesn't like wasting time with formalities, so don't expect him to offer you a drink or a glass of water before you get to business. As soon as he closes his apartment door, you will be trapped in his arms, with his body deliciously pressed against you and his mouth on your neck.

Most of the time, Kishibe likes it rough. He has no respect for a piece of fabric getting in the way and wouldn't hesitate to rip your clothes off to get what he wants.

This doesn't mean he won't respect your consent and boundaries. He might be an asshole, but he's not a r*pist. Just don't be surprised if he sends you straight home if what you wanted was a cuddle buddy.

"Fuck, doll. You're already dripping wet for me," he husked, letting his hand slide inside your panties, swallowing your moans with his mouth when his fingers began stroking your swollen folds.

Your mind shut down a long time ago, and you were completely surrendered to him. At this point, Kishibe could do whatever he wanted with you, even if it felt half as good as his fingers curling and rubbing inside you.

Soon you found yourself on his bed, with your bra lifted above your breasts, and Kishibe - wearing only his boxers - between your legs, eagerly sucking one of your nipples.

Then he ripped your panties off and pulled you flush against his clothed erection, and you suddenly felt overwhelmed. You couldn't see him, but he was bigger and thicker than you expected, and it filled you with dread.

"Wait!" you almost yelled, making him stop in his tracks. Not daring to look him in the eye and trembling uncontrollably, you confessed your inexperience.

"Do you want to stop?" Kishibe's tone was calm and understanding, but his mind and body were on fire.

This man has collected many kinks over the years, and corruption is one of them. There's nothing more satisfying than slowly turning someone so pure and innocent into a naughty sexual freak. He wasn't planning on letting this once-in-a-lifetime chance slip through his fingers.

It took you a while to answer his question, but finally, you replied with a soft "No, just… Please be gentle."

It wasn't gonna be easy for Kishibe when he wanted to do the opposite. That deep blush on your face and your reddened lips were calling him to fuck your mouth until tears were running down your cheeks. But he also didn't want to scare the shit out of you. Maybe if he behaved, you would come back begging for it.

Kishibe wants your first time with him to be perfect. Not because he cares for your feelings or some shit like that, but because he loves the idea of ruining every other guy for you. He wants to be on your mind whenever you're fucking with someone else, like a ghost reminding you who's the only one capable of making you squirt and scream. The sheer thought makes his cock twitch.

"I'll try my best, doll," he promised with a wink before getting rid of his underwear and reaching out for the box of condoms and the bottle of lube on his nightstand.

Your heart wanted to jump off your chest while he rolled the condom over his erection and coated it with the crystalline liquid. You were both afraid it might hurt too much but desperate to have him buried deep inside you, even deeper than your fingers could reach.

"Are you ready?" Kishibe whispered in your ear, the length of his cock rubbing against your soaking slit until he heard a needy "yes" and pushed himself slowly inside your tight pussy.

With your eyes closed shut, you dug your fingers into his shoulders, holding your breath all the while his girth stretched your walls. The burning sensation quickly turned into a pleasant tickling as Kishibe began hitting all the right spots. Soon the sound of his hips mercilessly snapping against yours was accompanied by your loud moans.

Don't let his age fool you. There's a reason why this man is the best devil hunter there is. He is not only strong as fuck, but has more stamina than you could expect from a guy over 50. By the time he needs a pause, you'd be a sweaty overstimulated mess.

[ladysomething]

4 other lestappen fics after this one? 😏

hehehe well now you've done it!!!!

behold, the other fics in waiting, including snippets from what I've already written of them.

in likely posting order, they are:

Post Aus GP fic where Max and Charles have been hooking up casually for a while and they both need to let some steam out after the race. daddy kink!

"Charles doesn’t text Max back until just past midnight. 

It’s a little earlier than Max expected, really. Back when every win for the team was hard fought, Max usually didn’t stumble back to his hotel until after the sun rose. 

Then again, if the team won, it was usually because it was him. Not his teammate. The circumstances are different. 

Charles replies with a room number, then says, I’m already back. Come when you can. 

Max see’s no point in waiting around—he’s been itching for this for hours, and Charles probably knows it. Instead, he quietly pushes back the sheets of his bed and slips out. He puts jeans on over his boxers, and then pulls on a sweatshirt, and pretends he can’t see Kelly watching him in the low light of his lit up phone screen. 

She doesn’t say anything when he slips the hotel key in his pocket, nor when he walks out the door, so Max doesn’t either. He knows she more than suspects he’s having an affair, but he’s not sure she know who it’s with. By now, she’s surely clued in to the fact that it’s somebody associated with F1 and who is always wherever he is."

hanhaki au where Hanahaki is a chronic illness developed when one keeps their feelings/emotions inside, and Max and Charles are both suffering from it.

"“You really haven’t spoken to him?” Daniel asks as Max picks the next track. 

Max rolls his tongue on the roof of his mouth as he tries to figure out how to answer. 

“I didn’t really want to talk to anybody after I was diagnosed,” he says eventually, hoping it’s enough to sate both Daniel and his own symptoms. His chest always gets tight when he talks about Charles these days, no matter how honest he is. Francois says it’s because he’s been living with the disease for a long time, now; that Hanahaki is degenerative, and soon he might not even be able to think about Charles in passing without coughing up flowers. 

“Sure, but Charles isn’t you,” Daniel answers. “He’s a yapper. It’s how he processes things. And being about to talk to someone who actually understands would be extra helpful, I’m sure.” 

Max knows all of that, obviously. He’s in love with the man—of course he knows it. 

Max just . . . doesn’t know how to be that person for him. He doesn’t know how to be comforting, he wasn’t built for it. He was built for ruthlessness, precision, for seeking out weakness and using them to his advantage."

fake Max autobiography that he releases in 2033. parts of the story are how the people he used to be friends with (so people on the current grid) react to what he reveals in the book, and then one who chapter is just a whole fake chapter from the memoir. that's the chapter I've written, so here's a piece from it!

"I don’t think there’s anything I can really do to make up for what I did to Charles. He and I haven’t spoken since I retired, in case you were wondering. 

Even the email exchange I talked about earlier actually went through our managers. 

Honestly, I don’t even think I deserve his forgiveness. He put up with me when no-one else would, loved me fully and completely, put me back together, tore me apart, then put me back together again. 

In some ways, I think he saved me. 

In other ways, he saved himself from me. 

I’m endlessly grateful for both. 

I don’t want you to feel sorry for me. I can recognise now that a lot of my behaviours were because of the trauma I experienced at the hands of my father. I can also recognise that I need to take responsibility for them, because I was a grown adult making decisions of my own free will. 

I’m paying my penance for it, regardless. 

There is no chance that I will ever love anybody the way I loved Charles. It’s just too unlikely, that I could be lucky enough to meet a second person on this planet that made me feel like he did. 

But you don’t need to feel pity. You don’t need to be angry with me, either. I can assure you, I do plenty enough of both for all of us. 

And I’m fine. Life is fine. I’m far from unhappy. 

I know what I sacrificed. I know what I gave up. I know what I traded, to win what I won, to have what I do. 

And if there is one lesson my father taught me that I’m grateful for, it’s this: 

I know that I can bear a burden."

finally, a body swap!au in which Charles wishes to be World Champion, and instead body swaps with Max.

"“Make your decision, Mister Leclerc,” Althea says, not even looking up at him as she continues to sort her things. “Do you want to be Champion?” 

Charles’ breath hitches in his chest. 

“Yes,” he says decisively. He knows he can pick a secret that will satisfy Althea without it being life-destroyed. “Do I tell you the secret now?” 

He sifts through his memories, trying to come up with something he might be comfortable sharing. 

But all that comes up are things he would never say; how he’d once told Arthur that their parents didn’t love him and then felt terrible when his little brother had burst into tears; that he’d cried after having sex with a girl for the first and only time because he’d so desperately wished he could just like it and be normal; that he’d told Jules that he was in love with him and Jules had awkwardly patted his head and said it was probably just a crush and that he’d get over it, and, worse, that Jules had been right and he’d moved his attentions to a boy his own age by the end of the week; the terrible, awful, things he feels for—

Althea inhales sharply, eyes sliding closes. 

“Yes,” she breathes. “That.” 

Charles rips his hand away from hers, breathing deeply. “You—can you—” 

She raises a brow at him, pressing her red-painted lips together. 

“Get out of my head,” he commands hotly, standing up so fast his chair falls back, slamming against the ground."

[jjungkooksthighs]

Duh-🥺🙊🙈😏🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️😆

-anon who asked for coc couple playing tag!

This turned out being longer than I expected....So it's now a drabble!

Pairing: alpha jungkook x omega reader

Genre: smut, fluff and angst, abo/werewolf,  fantasy

Rating: 18+/nsfw

Word Count: 1.2k

The sun’s golden rays trickle under the canopy of the woodland whilst its boughs whisper silently to each other.

It is quiet here. And you, with your pants and uneven breaths, are likely going to be found if you can’t get your breathing under control.

“You can run,” calls your alpha, his voice carried to you by the wind, “but you can’t hide. Not from me, omega.”

Your heart races as his words bound forth to you and you press your back against the rough bark of the tree as if doing so will conceal you from him.

You’d been running for the last half hour without pause after teasing your alpha and daring to say he wouldn’t be able to capture you in the forest even if he tried.

The words had hardly left you before the mischievous gleam in his eyes had shone in the waning sunlight and he did not say another word before his bones began to shift, his form contorting until a four legged creature black as night began to prowl around you.

You’d thought it was funny at first, but there was a challenge in the way he circled you. In the way he kept licking his lips as if he were ready to pounce on you.

“I can hear you, little one,” your alpha taunts, “ You’re tired, aren’t you? Was it too much for you to take being mounted over and over again this morning? Too much exercise for those little lungs of yours?”

You bite down on your tongue to keep from whining, but you can do little to halt the instinctual rubbing of your thighs against each other as the memory of him bending you over the table, the bed and the couch flips through your mind like an erotic picture book.

The crunch of grass beneath feet grows louder as he nears you.

“Come on, my love,” he muses, “Come to me. You know that I always get what I want. And what I want from you when I win,” his tone dips, “is for that mouth of yours to be filled of me while you look at me and think about what happens when nonsense runs loose from those pretty lips of yours.”

You inhale and exhale in attempt to take a breath deep enough to drown out the submission that your aching bones are begging for. It’s almost enough to distract you from the way that slick soon scampers down your thigh.

“Mmm, I can smell you,” his chuckle is dark as the shadow that passes over your form as his nude, muscled figure steps forth from around a tree. “You want me, don’t you? Surrender to me now and I will allow you to fuck yourself after you’ve sucked me dry. Or,” his irises scintillate as he takes another step forward, “don’t. See what happens when you want to try to be defiant, little one, though I’m sure you will like that, too, you absolute masochist.”

You don’t bother trying to cover your bare form from him since the dress you’d worn earlier, much like his own clothes, was a mess of shredded threads you’d both left in your wake when you’d each shifted into your wolfly body.

After all, he has seen all of you many, many times.

He lets his eyes rove up and down your body and devours you under that deliciously hungry gaze and you really can’t help it when your legs brush against one another as if doing so will give you any relief along the apex between your thighs.

“Your silence will not do, omega,” He digs his toes into the earth and then the soils of the forest floor are being sprayed around him like a dark army as his fingers shoot out until they are splayed against the bark of the tree next your head. “Answer me. Be a good girl for me and stop with this naughty nonsense that you know will only get you punished.”

You really try not to get lost in those deep eyes of his. You really do.

But at the edge of them, something prods you. Dares you to rebel.

And you want to find out what waits for you if you tug on the bait he’s dangled before you.

You part your lips so that he can watch while you lift your tongue and drag it slowly along one of your canines before it is swept along the others bordering it. Once it has arced over the sharpest of your teeth, that’s when he groans.

That’s when you know he’s so enraptured with you now that you could use that to distract him and win.

You blink innocently up at him and make a show of running your hands down your neck as you implore, “I just got so parched, alpha… you made me run so fast and I wanted to go to the creek and lap at that warm, wet,” you meekly tug your lower lip under your teeth, “water.”

“To hell with that, omega,” his fingers clamp down into the bark and then its cracking between his fingers, “Stop lying to me. You can lie all you want, but your body is being very fucking honest right now,” his leg burrows between yours and you make a purring sound entirely beyond your control whilst he growls as your slick coats his flesh. “And right now, you want to be pounded. You desire to be ravaged.”

His pupils dilate when you contract your sex while he pushes the thick, corded muscles coiling around his thigh against you.

It takes everything you have not to start rutting atop him.

You trap the moan that wants to release itself from you in your throat, your hands sliding up his sweat-covered chest as you say, “What if I enjoy the sight of you running in desperation after me? What if I like how ruthless you are to get what you want?” You lift your chin in defiance, your hands rising along his shoulders before they settle on his biceps as you whisper, “You want me, alpha? Come and get me.”

With that, you use the leverage you have on his arms to lift yourself up and off him only to plant one of your feet on his stomach and push him. Hard.

Hard enough to land on his backside in a mess of flailing limbs and ligaments.

You don’t look back before you start sprinting for the maze of trees around you. You do not shift this time. He’ll hear the cracks of your bones if you do.

The browns and greens of the forest are but streaks in your vision as you run until the sun has slumbered and the moon has awoken, your much smaller lungs giving out on you once your legs can carry you no more and you collapse on the moss-covered ground.

Before you, a small creek laden with stone brims with crystalline water in a circular pool that is fed from the river up ahead. Greenery surrounds this place in its vines, shrubs and bushes that hide it from the world.

No one knew of its existence. You would be safe here.

Or so you thought.

There’s a deep, dangerous laugh that promises nothing but sin, your skin pebbling at its sound before golden orbs flicker in the dark.

“Looks like you lose, omega,” he emerges from the thicket with inhuman speed and is upon you in an instant. Your hands are both caught in one of his as he slams them down onto the ground, his other pressed against your abdomen so that you can’t squirm away.

Not that you would even do that, though. And he knows it.

"I'll let you get close to finishing for me, but you won't be allowed to cum yet. Not before I put my cock in your mouth and you get me even harder for you," His fingers fall between your legs, his hand cupping your sex as he husks, "And when you think you can't take it anymore, I'll breed you until you can only whine and whimper for me. Until you're begging for me to stop filling you with my pups."

You moan at the thought.

He grins tellingly, “I hope you are prepared for the consequences of your actions, little one,” he lowers his mouth between the valley of your breasts only for a long, hot tongue to lick up and between them and you can’t stop yourself from arching into him as he promises, “Because there won’t be a single creature from here to the ends of the earth that won’t hear you with how many times I am going to fuck you right here."

[kobedivision]

@shinagawa-division <3

— Kobe Division —

The sun had long set and night was upon Shinagawa, the city lighting up like a beacon amidst the darkness. There was only a few hours until the day was over along with a certain person’s birthday but there was one more gift waiting for her from a special someone, that special someone was currently putting the finishing touches on his gift that he had been hard at work for hours now, the vibration that came from his phone stopped him as he fished the device from his pocket and looked at the text he received.

Ren

Oh Romeo, your Juliet is arriving soon. 😏 You got everything ready?

Rolling his eyes, Max texted back.

👍

Stuffing his phone back in his pocket, the boy felt a tug on his jacket and looked down to see his loyal furry companion, Hunter, looking up at him with expecting eyes, Max patted the wolf’s head nodded, pointing in the direction that led out of the forest and told him to, “Go get her.”

With a bark, the wolf set out in the direction his master pointed and Max went back to what he was doing, even though his face was as blank and emotionless as ever, his heart wouldn’t stop pounding in his chest, Max does not understand the concept of religion and even if he did, he’d soon find out that he was not religious in the slightest but still, he hoped that this night would go well.

— Later —

The moon was high in the sky as Sumire walked along the path in the woods of Kobe, it was pitch black and the tall trees and thick foliage made it hard to see anything beyond what was in front of her, naturally, she was using her phone as a flashlight and it helped a little but not that much but she wasn’t worried and that was due to the large wolf she was currently following deeper into the forest, if anyone besides a certain someone knew these lands, it would be Hunter and the beast was about as friendly to her as he was to Max.

To anyone else, they’d be rightfully creeped out right now, after all, why would someone go into the woods at night? Especially if said woods was rumored to be haunted and had people disappear in them? Now, Sumire is a huge believer in the paranormal and supernatural but this was one legend that she had to call bullshit on and that’s because she knew that the so called “ghost” or “monster” that was roaming these lands…

Was her childhood friend.

“Max? Are you here? I got your text! Is something wrong?” Sumire called out, looking every which way as she continued to follow the wolf along the path. “Halloween is long over so if you’re planning to scare me then don’t get mad when I deck you in the face!” She got no response and sighed, Hunter looked back at her and barked, as if to say ‘we’re almost there’ and kept walking on. It was only a few minutes before the scenery changed from a dark and creepy woodland area to something more…ethereal.

“Whoa…”

It was like she had walked right into a fantasy novel with blooming flowers and dancing fireflies floating all around her, there was a tree arch covered in moss and flowers and holy shit were those plants glowing?!

Sumire was so entranced with the area around her that she didn’t notice someone walking up behind her and tapping her shoulder, snapping her head, her eyes widened as she was met with Max holding a makeshift bouquet of wildflowers that he must have no doubt picked himself for her. Turning around to face him, she gently took the bouquet and looked at him in wonder. “Max…I don’t-“

“Follow me.” The brunette boy said and held out his hand, Sumire looked at him, then at the bouquet, then back at him before taking his hand and letting him lead her deeper into the enchanting woods area. Thankfully, they didn’t have to walk far as Sumire could see a clearing up ahead and was surprised to see what looks like a picnic had been set up.

“Max, did you do all of this?” The silver eyed girl questioned and Max nodded and before Sumire could comment the very faint blush on his cheeks, he sat her down on the blanket and sat next to her before grabbing a container from the basket and pulling something out. A purple cupcake with candles and some matches, using the matches to light the candles, he gave the cupcake to her and looked at her expectantly. Sumire fought back the urge to smile as she blew out the candles.

“What did you wish for?” The wolf boy questioned and Sumire playfully rolled her eyes, “Can’t tell you that, silly, otherwise it won’t come true, that’s birthday rule #1.” She giggled when Max pouted and offered him a piece of the cupcake to which he accepted.

“I can’t believe you did all this and just for me?” Sumire looked at him, impressed and Max looked away, ah, there it is again, the adorable faint blush on his cheeks. “Of course I did.” He mumbled loud enough for Sumire to hear as he intertwined their hands which she only now noticed they were still holding each other’s. “You’re very precious to me and I don’t mind doing this kind of stuff if it’s for you.” He admitted and Sumire let out a very quiet ‘oh’ in response.

It was silent for a moment as the two processed what had just been said before Max reached over and pulled out a small box from the basket and handed it to Sumire who took it and looked at him questioningly, Max just stared deep into her eyes. “Open it.”

As she did so, her eyed widen and the anarchist could feel her heart stop.

Inside the small wooden box was a flower ring, though the flowers seemed to be fake, that didn’t seemed to be a priority to Sumire as frantically looked back between the ring and Max before stuttering out. “W-wait! H-huh? Max, are y-you? W-wait, hold on-“

“Can you promise me something?” He cut her off, seemingly unfazed by her minor freak out as he stared at the ring with softened eyes, Sumire snapped her mouth shut and looked at him, almost begging him to continue and maybe confirm that this isn’t what she thinks this is. “It’s been 10 years since we’ve last saw each other on your birthday, so much has happened in that time and we grew up, I was convinced that I would never see you again and I don’t know why, I can’t feel pain but that thought….hurts, more than anything.” It seemed like he really meant it to, it was the first time Sumire had seen Max look so hurt, it was unnatural but she kept quiet and let him continue to speak. “But when I first saw you again, I was so happy, it was scary, I didn’t know I could feel that way, I didn’t know if I was allowed to feel that way but there was only one thing I had in my mind…and that was to not lose you again.”

He pointed at the ring. “I’ll always stay by your side but I want you to promise me to always keep that ring with you so that even if we’re not together, they’ll always be a piece of me with you, to make up for lost time.”

“What about you?” Sumire asked, however it was said so quietly that Max almost didn’t hear, the brunette boy shook his head. “I’m fine with just knowing that you have the ring with you.” He responded but Sumire wasn’t satisfied, using one hand to take off one of her pentagram earrings, she gave it to Max who gently took it and looked at it like she gave him some sacred treasure. “There.” Sumire nodded in approval as she slipped the ring on her middle finger causing Max’s eyes to widen. “Now we both have a piece of each other.”

Max looked down at the earring sitting on his palm and switched out one of his rose earrings for the pentagram, he looked at Sumire again and smiled a small but genuine smile. “Thank you..”

“You’re precious to me too, Max.” Sumire muttered and nudged his shoulder, looking at him with a grin. “Now c’mon, let’s eat! I worked up quite an appetite walking all the way here, you’re lucky it’s my birthday and I’m in a good mood.” She playfully stuck out her tongue at him and Max actually laughed, starting to get the food out of the basket and start their picnic. “Sorry, sorry, happy birthday, Sumire.”

Happy Birthday Sumire 💜

[silversiren1101]

For the kiss prompts, "a surprise kiss just because the other couldn’t stop thinking about it" for Mino/Regill please 👀

[Absolute treat to write this one!! My favorite thus far, thank you for the prompt! Also might be upgraded into smut in the future 😏]

Minovae's boots touched down in familiar soil as the teleportation magics dissipated from around her and Danza, whose feathers and fur were standing on end. Her companion squawked and nipped at her pauldron with his beak and, even for an animal, the displeasure in his striking golden eye was apparent.

"I know buddy, I hate teleporting too", she attempted to reassure the griffon, scratching into the feathers under his beak. Teleportation was a distinctly unpleasant experience. "But I just couldn't wait to get home—Not to say you're not the fastest in all of Cheliax!"

She hastily added the last bit, wary of the beast’s pride. It'd taken her some time to get used to the constant Tongues-like magic her innate Protean abilities gave her: being able to be understood by any creature posed certain challenges if she was careless not to speak any deliberate language. With Danza, though, she was always careful, speaking with him as she would another humanoid... albeit one with enough pride to rival a Thrune and a temper short enough to match that of one of their devils.

It didn't spare her the whack across the back of her head from one of his wings.

"Hey!"

But Danza had already started walking in the direction of the lake shimmering beneath the already low setting sun adjacent to the rise they'd appeared on—and of the impressive walls of Citadel Darvhage along its shores.

She shook her head and caught up at a trot, using her momentum to run and jump onto his back. Danza squawked again, feathers along his head and wings bristling, but permitted his rider this, at least. He earned some more scratches along his neck, and that squawking turned into pigeon-like, albeit still annoyed, cooing.

At least he hadn't bitten her again, Minovae internally celebrated. She'd only had Danza in her care for a few months now and the fact he permitted her to ride him at all in such a short time was nothing short of extraordinary. Griffons were... difficult and choosy mounts. The 'courting' process was a long and often expensive ordeal that, more often than not, ended in failure.

'A testament to your character.'

Her husband's words drifted into her thoughts. She pictured him perfectly in the moment he'd said them, leaning against the doorway to the stables, arms crossed but a smirk on his face as she wrapped bandages around not just herself but the griffon's paw, the two of them having gotten into an 'argument' mid-flight that led to him slamming into a tree and falling to the ground.

The memory made her smile warmly right there in the saddle as the two of them approached Darvhage's bridge. 

Her heart was fluttering, no, racing already. She couldn't wait to see him, knowing what a complete surprise it would be. The thought of his face upon her unceremoniously walking in without any warning ahead of time, not having seen each other for an entire month... She hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. The idea had appeared to her a few days ago, upon realizing her duties were almost over and she could return home soon, and so she’d done exactly that: return without sending word of her impending arrival. No one would be expecting her, much less her husband. It’d left her so excited, even, that she’d risked teleporting back, hoping that her and Danza wouldn’t end up sputtering in Lake Sorrow from her generally poor handle on casting spells.

A whole month... it really had been that long, hadn't it?

This had been the longest they’d been apart since their reunion during the Crusade. With him being Lictor now, and the Order of the Vice so freshly reformed, he was so extraordinarily busy here that he'd been unable to join her on her trip. Her work, this time, had taken her to newly liberated Ravounel. The devastated Order of the Torrent hadn’t requested her appearance, and yet hearing of their plight and conflict with the Rack and Barzillai Thrune had called her to action immediately. 

The past month had been spent trying to rebuild the broken trust between the two Orders as Exalictor, and learn more about the events that’d transpired around it. While it was a good trip, it’d also left her exhausted and homesick. The nightmares were more frequent when she was away from their bed and the sense of safety it provided. At least, though she seen silvery, glimmering Kintargo and all its beauty for herself, and had made a wonderful connection from the trip...

Lictor Sabinus had registered in her mind almost immediately upon meeting him as a profoundly good man. A good ally, and friend, to have. Also the Torrent’s armor was fucking phenomenal in its aesthetics. Maybe she could convince her husband to change the Vice knights’ to be something as stylish...

“Halt!” A voice suddenly called down from the guard station at the end of Darvhage’s bridge as Danza stepped onto the old stone. She heard the telltale ratcheting and slotting of crossbows lining up with the arrow slits in the stone, and began to smile. A month was enough to make her akin to a stranger about here? “This is the citadel of the Order of the Vice! State your name and purpose or you will be fired upon!”

But then another barked over the other. Something like a ‘That’s Exalictor Arangeir put down your weapon now!’

Minovae huffed, holding back a chuckle. The fact that she hadn’t been recognized was of no small amusement to her. A ganzi with her unique colorations and riding a griffon, casually striding up to Citadel Darvhage? Who else could she have been?

“It’s quite alright!”, She instead called out, feeling a little bad for the source of the first voice. “I can’t fault such diligence from a fellow knight, after all.” 

After a few moments, the door of the guard post opened and a trio of knights strode forth to meet with her. Or, more accurately, one knight and a duo of nervous-looking armigers. The knight, a dwarf, stood proudly in her full set of Hellknight plate and gave her a firm salute, while the armigers practically leapt to follow upon being corrected as to who this mysterious stranger was.

Minovae merely smiled warmly, enough so to expose one of her fangs at the corner of her mouth. She didn’t recognize these two armigers... of course, in the month she had been away, there had been plenty of time for new recruits to enlist in the Vice’s ranks and not have seen her in the flesh. As for the other...

“Ah, Vastr! I thought I recognized that voice!” She leapt down from Danza’s saddle—who himself seemed quite annoyed they had been stopped and just about to bite one of the armigers who leaned too close in their curiosity of the beast—to clasp the dwarf in a firm hand shake. 

“It is good to see you, My Lady. Forgive me for not apprising these two idiots of your appearance sooner. I didn’t expect your arrival.”

Minovae snorted at the term of respect. “’My Lady’? Have I truly been gone for so long? Please, you know my name and I encourage you to use it freely.”

Vastr nodded, and corrected appropriately. “Of course, Minovae, my apologies.”

The eyes of the armigers went wide at the casual address. Surely they must have at least heard of her reputation as relatively friendly and approachable? Or were their heads filled with assumptions based merely on her titles of Exalictor, Knight Commander of the Fifth Crusade, The Inevitable Paradox, and, most dire of all, The Lictor’s Wife. Knowing their Lictor, what kind of woman could possibly have won his heart, after all.

She reminded herself not to be away for so long again.

“Would you like me to send word ahead to the main keep?”, Vastr asked.

“No need. I’d hoped to surprise my dear husband, so I’d ask you not to spoil it now.”

Vastr paled a little bit, and that caught her attention immediately.

“Is something wrong?”

Vastr shook her head and inhaled deeply. “Lictor Derenge will no doubt be most pleased to see you’ve returned.”

Minovae frowned, suspicious. Even the armigers looked more spooked. She had an idea at least... but the Vice Knights would never speak candidly about it, of course. The few Sendings she and him had shared over her trip had been even more terse and almost surly the longer she’d been away. Had he been taking it out upon the knights? It would had to have been inadvertently so, letting his increasing longing and loneliness leach into his mood. He would never do such a thing on purpose.

“I see...”, her smile picked back up as she quickly leapt back into Danza’s saddle, making the griffon hiss and start to trot forward, not waiting for the order. “At ease, boys!”

The scene at the main gate was much the same, save for Danza impatiently leaping up and over the wall and gatehouse rather than wait for them to open and let them in. That was a bit of a relief though - the noise of the gate might have alerted her husband to her arrival and ruined the surprise.

A good number of knights she recognized saluted accordingly, greeting her and welcoming her back, asking if she needed anything. A good number of armigers she didn’t recognize, meanwhile, looked at her curiously. She couldn’t fault them: she was keenly aware of what a spectacle she was—a ganzi not even five-feet-tall astride a hissing griffon fighting for space, with oddly pale scales and bright teal feathers—alongside her titles and reputation. All she could do was smile and nod at them warmly, make them feel seen by the woman she actually was as opposed to the mythic figure they’d constructed in their minds.

None, at least, lingered to bother her long. They were Hellknights after all. Greeting her, the Exalictor, and, perhaps more importantly, The Lady of the Keep, was a courtesy they felt compelled to uphold. While most arrivals got curt nods of acknowledgment only, the fact she was greeted with words and possible inquiries was notable in and of itself.

Strange and palpable, though, was the sense of overall relief she could read in the language and mannerisms of the knights about her. They were relived she was back... and that bode ill for her husband’s disposition.

She sent Danza off on his own, trusting the irritable beast to return to his nest in the stables and remove his gear without her to do it for him. The longer she lingered, the more her surprise was liable to be spoiled, and so she practically jogged into the main keep proper shortly after touching down in the courtyard. More nods and greetings followed her as she trotted past other members of the Vice throughout the keep, making a beeline to her husband’s personal office. 

Hopefully, he would be there already. If not, then he’d have a bit of a surprise waiting for him.

It was only when she rounded a corner coming up the main flight that she halted, a rather familiar face among a group of knights coming down the hall.

Master of Blades Yaker Ankelle looked up from where he had been discussing something with another knight, who she recognized as Maralictor Jorvel, on the move. A bright and elated smile appeared on the young man’s face.

“Mino! You’ve returned!” He held his arm out and Minovae didn’t hesitate taking it, her own smile radiant. He clapped her on the forearm and, of course, asked her how her trip was and welcomed her back home, more than just the courtesy of the other knights but as a genuine brother-in-arms and dear friend. 

“It was overly long, and not just for me, if my suspicions are correct.” She smiled knowingly as Yaker nodded and coughed pointedly.

“I would warn you before knocking on his door, but you are probably the only person here that doesn’t need it.”

She sighed and shook her head, half in exasperation and half in amusement at the situation—that he of all people would become such an irritable grouch at her prolonged absence. Knowing him, he probably wasn’t he consciously aware of it; or, if he was, was even more irritable because of it. Not being fully in control of his sense of self, emotionally and physical, was one of the greatest compromises he’d made giving in to love and a life with her, after all.

“That bad, huh.”

Jorvel nodded and spoke up. “He’s taken to burying himself in work in his office these past weeks. It’s when he runs out of things to distract him...”

To which Yaker merely hummed in assent. “Like being back in the Worldwound before you appeared. Not so bad as then, but, still, nostalgic.”

‘Oh, dear.’ Disappointed in her husband as she was, though, a piece of her selfishly relished this news. That he had been missing her so dearly...

“I guess someone needs to go deal with the devil, then”, she grinned and indicated her intent to continue on to the two, only for Yaker to catch her by the shoulder and lean in close.

“I’ll ensure his schedule is cleared. No one will be bothering you,” he whispered.

Minovae patted his hand in gratitude as she raised her brows at him, a different kind of knowing in her expression. He pulled away with a smirk of his own, welcomed her back once again, and then she was trotting down the halls once more. 

By the time she came to his office door, so familiar in those vast halls of the Citadel Darvhage, her heart was thudding so heavy in her chest she could barely breathe evenly. How did she want to do this? What would catch him most off guard?

‘...before knocking on his door...’ It was as good a surprise as any, she supposed.

She took a deep, steadying breath, trying to swallow down the excitement in her throat, wanting her voice as casual and even as possible for this.

And then, without further ceremony, she wordless rapped the backplate of her glove against the wood of the door.

Hardly a second passed before a downright venomous version of her dear husband’s voice responded to the interruption. “You better have a good reason for this unscheduled disturbance.”

She sucked at her lips, trying desperately to swallow down her excited giggling. It delayed her own answer, and she heard the scrape of his chair as he must’ve stood up.

“Answer. Unless you are looking for lashes for wasting my time.”

It took another deep breath to summon enough discipline to keep her voice steady.

“Oh? I can leave if you like,” she called out through the door, trying to sound as casual she possibly could over her giddiness.

A whole beat of silence passed. 

And then she heard the telltale sign of clinking, rustling armor of someone hurriedly approaching the other side of the door.

It opened with all the force of someone yanking it, and before her, finally, stood her dearest husband. 

Lictor Regill Derenge stood completely rigid, one hand still on the doorknob and the other braced against the door’s frame. The expression on his face was complete incredulous disbelief, the piercing yellow eyes she adored looking up into hers as if a ghost had appeared before him. His pale purple hair was even a bit more bristly than usual, which told her, along with the obvious dark pits beneath his eyes, that he was tired, and that certainly did a number on her heart.

But the look on his face. She’d be remembering this for a long time to come. Had she ever seen him look this genuinely surprised? He looked at her with more shock and reverence than when a literal goddess appeared before them!

“...about those lashes...”, she started to joke, voice breaking into poorly contained laughter, “...might I choose a different punishme—!”

The door slammed behind her as he quite literally kicked it closed, pulling her into the office with both hands grasping her cloak. She didn’t even have time to gasp before he yanked her down to his height and pushed onto her a bruising kiss. Her pack slid off her shoulder and hit the floor with a thump.

Hells, did she want to tease him at that moment. No, ‘welcome back!’ or “I missed you!’ or “was your trip enjoyable?’, but sheer emotional desperation that could only manifest itself physically. Words weren’t sufficient in this matter.

That was Regill though. Mr ‘Speak with your actions’ in the flesh.

She could only smile into the kiss as he growled, grabbing at her like he was checking to see if she real; but, in truth, she was keenly aware of just how miserable she’d been as her entire body sang at this reunion: seeing his handsome face, the taste of his kiss and that slight iron tang as he cared so little about the danger of her fangs, his desperate touch already beginning to reach for her hips, the smell of too much coffee on his breath and his natural scent she adored, his sounds as he groaned and growled, firmly pushing her backward onto his desk.

It was like a piece of her had been torn out, the wound aching and seeping blood the past month. Now that it’d been returned and she was whole, she could truly feel how pained she had been from it all.

The same was much for him, she imagined.

“Dismiss your armor,” Regill breathed as he spread her knees and planted his hands upon the desk on either side of her hips.

“I smell like griffon, dear!” She laughed a bit incredulously. “I haven’t had time to get cle—”

“Does it look like I care? Now shut up.” He snarled at her. A snap of his fingers then dismissed his own armor into extradimensional space—one of the few spells he actually used from being connected to her—leaving him in his typical day clothes. 

A massive grin spread across her face. She shook her head, so filled with love and joy and amusement at this display of downright neediness from him. 

Without a word, her armor vanished, and she let her dear husband welcome her back home in the way he best knew how... and the way they both sorely needed.

[allthingsfook]

keeping this on anon to know your unbiased opinion

hi, i’m [insert name here] ;) (she/her). i’m like 5’2, on the petite side but kinda curvy, and i’m in my mid-20s. i have long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a beauty mark on the right corner of my mouth above my lip. i have four tattoos, five soon, with 3 of them having meaning and one being kinda on a whim, and only up to my doubles on piercings.

my hobbies are music, dance, anything nature related, collecting things (i collect snow globes and stickers, science-y shit, history shit, reading, and travel. i’m currently taking a year and a half off of school between my undergrad and masters to travel and enjoy this time in my life. when i go back i’ll enter a masters program for athletic training where i will hopefully work for a pro-team someday. i’ve thought about teaching at a dance studio recently because i used to dance and i love it (and miss it dearly).

about my zodiac… i’m a taurus sun, scorpio moon, aquarius rising, aries mercury, gemini venus and scorpio mars… i’m an astrology bitch lol. i definitely think i fit my chart. i am very loyal, reliable and honest. i am not one to sugar coat things and would rather face issues head on. i am also extremely protective of the people i love and would go to bat for them any day. and of course being mostly fixed i am very stubborn, but i can be pretty spontaneous too! my love language is quality time and physical touch. i also have a tendency to make things for those i love.

some extras: i am a vat of useless, but (usually) interesting knowledge. i did choir for 6 years and danced for about the same. i love harry potter, marvel, lord of the rings, star trek, etc. i love basically all kinds of music. i’m kinda like the ‘dad’ friend, ya know, the one who always drives, fixes things, usually has a game plan and good sense of direction. when i was young i taught myself how to play the organ. i’m randomly crafty. i have pretty good intuition, and can usually read people pretty well. lastly, i can be very loud, i’m not always, but when i need to be heard, i will be lol

sorry this was long hehe can’t wait :)

Ahhhh, awesome! I love getting anon ones to see if it’s accurate 🤩

I ship you with…

Danny ☺️

I don’t usually touch too much on physical appearance because these men are so much deeper than that, but I do usually talk about tattoos. As for Danny, I think he low key would like a girl with tattoos. He’d be so curious about whether it hurts or not and ask you about the meaning behind them. I feel like he’d expect everyone to have a story and sentimental value, but when you tell him about the one being on a whim he’d kinda like the idea. Overtime, his appeal to them would turn from curiosity to attraction. He’d often express you how sexy you’d look with more.

Danny seems like he was a kid who collected things as well, so he’d totally understand your affinity for collecting. The first time he brings you home to meet his family, he’d certainly take you to the huge Christmas store in Frakenmuth to get you a unique snow globe 😇 And he’d always come bearing gifts when he gets home from tour. Don’t imagine him in a local store, picking stuff up that reminds him of you. He’s supplying your trinket needs 😂

Danny would support you in taking time away from school, realizing it can be extremely exhausting. He’d encourage you to travel, experiment, and relax in the mean time. Maybe even invite you on tour for a week! When you decide you are ready to head back for your masters, he’d be so proud of you. He’d definitely talk you up and brag to others 😏 Going for athletic training would peak his interest when you first meet. He’d question about that with genuine curiosity, which makes you feel special and appreciated. Inevitably, that conversation would segway to golf ⛳️ Hopefully you have at least the slightest interesting in it to coexist with Danny 😁 You’d definitely walk into the living room to see him polishing his clubs on the coffee table one day!

Let’s see if I can do the astrology compatibility justice here *cracks knuckles* You being a Taurus not only means you’d jive with the twins, but also have a strong bond with Daniel. Capricorns and Taurus’ have a extremely trusting foundation to their relationships. Capricorns have little desire to lie, which makes Taurus’ feel safe. Both signs are typically on the same page about being discreet about the relationship. Not necessarily hiding it, but enjoying it for who matters most…. EACH OTHER!!! This is quite important because of Danny’s status; key to both of your mental health. Capricorns are notorious for never knowing when they need a break. Living the lifestyle he does, it’s easy for everything to stack up. You would have to help Danny identify that for himself. Running away from his work isn’t always an option, so experimenting with relaxation techniques when you are together will help him make them a habit on the road. Not only will it help him decompress, it will remind him of you 🤍 Due to your sign’s characteristics, Danny would admire your charisma, good taste, stability, and the way you present yourself. Because of his work schedule, your support, accommodation, and affection would solidify his love for you.

Moving on, Danny would come to appreciate and love your “useless” knowledge and the timing in which you decide to use it 😂 I think you and Danny would bond over a lot of your interests. He’s definitely a Marvel and LOTR guy! Most definitely will have an annual marathon of both! It’s a huge must to love all music as Danny is always dabbling with many genres. He’d introduce you to all sorts of artists to which you’ll come to love not only because they are good, but because they remind you of him when he’s away. Danny would love the fact you are a self made organist of sorts 😂 Most of the boys taught themselves the plethora of instruments they play, so they will understand the discipline and commitment it took to learn that at such a young age. Danny would beg you to play for him once in a while ✨

I hope this is ship is pretty head on for you! Please let me know, I love to hear so or if not too! 💕

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

Hello, hope you're doing well. I had an idea for a one-shot that I had to share. S/O goes to her younger brother's hockey game to cheer for him but can't keep her eyes off the hot coach which is none other than 2p Canada 😏

Not quite what ya asked for, but I hope this is still ok.

(Y/N)’s heavy, winter boots echoed against the tile of the empty halls. Her shadow temporarily covered the frozen faces of poster hockey players as she passed. The large windows allowed the sunset to warm her left side as her stride continued.

Whispering to herself, she muttered about the circumstances that brought her here. Her mother had pleaded with her to collect her younger brother from his hockey practice. Claiming that it would be exciting for him since she just got home from college, and he wouldn’t be expecting her yet.

She stopped in front of door seventeen, eyes rolling at the overabundance of team spirit on the door. With a quirked, closed lip, scowl (Y/N) opened the door. Shivering into her thick, cotton coat as the A/C harshly blew against her.

Forcing a huff from her chilled nose, (Y/N) stepped into the large arena around the ice rink.  Legs stretched as she marched down the stairs. The sound of skates clicking against her ears like a dog’s nails on wooden floors. Young boys were whooping, ramming, and chasing each other for the puck almost like they were young bulls attempting to stake their claim as leaders of the herd.

In the middle of it, was a tall stranger. He reminded (Y/N) of what a humanized lion lumberjack would look like. His tall form had large shoulders barely hidden under a tight red flannel. Blond locks that were like a mane tied in a loose ponytail. Though, she couldn’t see his face yet, his firm butt alone was enough to gain her interest.

As (Y/N) nearly finished her descent; the coach’s roar for a round-up made her jump. Almost slipping down the stairs from a moment of fear.

With balance restored via awkward arms flaps, she closed in. Approaching the team from behind, listening to their coach speak.

He had just finished praising the boys for their good hustle when a loud gasp interrupted him.

“(Y/N)! YOU’RE HOME!”

Faster than an excited lab, Rowan dashed off the ice into his big sister’s arms. His stringy arms constricted her middle like a malnourished snake.

Face flushing with heat, (Y/N) realized that Rowan’s excitement has attracted the attention of the whole team. Many of the young boys were snickering at the awkward scene while the coach folded his arms with a raised brow and a smirk.

“Row,” He shook golden mane, chuckling; “Get over here. Once I’ve finished then you can embarrass the Chickadee.”

(Y/N) swore that the heat in her cheeks flared to levels that would rival the sun as her fluffy-headed brother chirped out a quick yes. Leaving her to join the team once more.

Shuffling, (Y/N) backed up to the cold benches. She sat once the shining metal bumped the back of her legs. She listened as the team’s huddle ended, each head filled with promises of improvement and future victories as they headed off to the locker room. All except Rowan, who wobbled to a stop, turning to call out to his big sister. Asking her to wait there and that he would return soon.

(Y/N) could only giggle as he sped up to join the jovial pack of boys.

A cough from her right made her jolt in her seat. The chuckled that followed revealed the sight of the one and only coach. His features shine in the rink lights, showing his rugged face with darkening stubble.

“Is it ok if I sit here, Chickadee?”

Umming, (Y/N) nodded and slid to the left making room for the broad man. In uncomfortable silence, they sat for only a moment. (Y/N) licked her lips before opening her mouth, but the coach beat her to the punch.

He introduced himself as Matt, insisting that she call him that. Smiling brightly, (Y/N) a hum of confirmation.

“Well, Matt. You can call me (Y/N), but Chickadee works too.”

Matt smirked and asked how she was connected to Rowan. Sighing, (Y/N) explained her familial connection, giggling as she threw in a couple of stories about the mischief that only a little brother can cause. As they both laughed, Matt included some of his own stories about Rowan and his family.

As their laughter quieted, their eyes meet, and the world became silent. Leaning forward, Matt’s nose started to brush against (Y/N)’s. Lips a hair-length away.

When a loud chorus of ews broke them apart. (Y/N) instinctually pushed Matt off the bench and stared at the team in front of her. Her wide-eyed little brother headed the pack.

Pointing, (Y/N) screeched. “YOU SAW NOTHING! YOU HEAR ME, ROWAN!”

Blinking, Rowan’s shock became a sly smirk. “Only if you pay for me to do the Big Jud’s one-pound burger challenge.”

Huffing with clenched fists, she hissed out a fine. “But it’s your fault if you vomit it back up.”

Rushing over to her younger brother, grabbing his coated arm. She muttered a small goodbye to Matt. Ready to race out and leave her embarrassment behind her forever. Maybe her mom would handle his hockey games from now on.

“WAIT!”

She turned back. Watched as Matt’s face soured into a small scowl.

“You owe me a date for that push, eh.”

(Y/N) chocked out a small what as Matt came close. He leaned down to her height, as Rowan looked between the two confused.

“Does Friday work well for you Chickadee?”

(Y/N)’s jaw fell, and her tongue felt like mush as she nodded rapidly.

“Good.”

They exchanged numbers. A large smile on (Y/N)’s face while Matt gave her a wink before returning to his group of wild kids.

“Throw in a large strawberry milkshake and Mom will never know.”

[suchawannabe56]

Better Latte Than Never

This fic was created for the Shadowhunters Mini Bang 2023: Presented by the @malecdiscordserver

CHAPTER NINE

Alec didn’t have to wait long for Magnus to message. His phone buzzed as soon as he locked the door and said goodbye to Lydia. He couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across his face. 

Magnus: Enjoy your evening, Alexander. I hope you didn’t work too hard

Alec quickly checked that there was no one around before doing a little dance at the message, although he would never admit to doing such a thing. He quickly typed out his reply and headed home. 

They spent the evening texting and Alec scolded Magnus since the man was still in his office and messaging Alec instead of working. Alec was grateful that there was no one around to witness his blush when Magnus said that he was a good distraction and a necessary one if Magnus wanted to stay sane. Apparently, having Alec’s number now meant that Magnus wasn’t holding back on the flirting and Alec wasn’t sure he was going to survive. He even stayed up until Magnus informed him he had gotten home at almost midnight, not being able to sleep until he knew that the man was safe. Not that he would ever admit that either. Alec had never cared about it before and after a couple of hours of texting, he was obsessed. He was beginning to fear for his sanity. 

Since he was working the afternoon shifts, Alec slept in the following morning, only waking when the sun shone into his eyes. He groaned as he rolled over, grabbing his phone only to find a message from Magnus. Alec would usually ignore all messages until after he’d had coffee but as a smile spread across his face he opened it straight away. 

Magnus: Good morning, Alexander. Have an amazing day and I look forward to seeing your beautiful face later 😍 

Alexander: Morning. Sorry, just woke up. Have a great day, Magnus

Alec slid out of bed and was just about to walk into the bathroom when he heard his phone ping. He took a quick look at the screen and turned bright red when he saw the message Magnus had sent. 

Magnus: No need to apologise, Alexander

Magnus: I bet you look adorable when you’ve just woken up 😊

Magnus: Have a great shower, Alexander… and think of me 😏

Alec placed the phone down, deciding to not open the messages quite yet when it pinged once again. He knew he shouldn’t look but curiosity got the better of him and he did, groaning at the message that awaited him. 

Magnus: I could use a pic of your freshly-showered self to help get through my meetings today. So many boring meetings, Alexander, I need a sexy barista to distract me 😍😏🥺

Alec left his phone there as he headed into the bathroom to shower. He was going to pretend that he didn’t consider the picture and if he did think of Magnus while showering, well, that was between him and the bathroom tiles. 

What Alec hadn’t expected when he got back to his room as he was getting dressed was to find another message from Magnus, making him feel a whole new set of emotions. 

Magnus: I’m sorry if that was a bit much. I didn’t mean to come on too strong. Alexander, please tell me if I say anything that makes you uncomfortable

Alec sat on the bed, staring at the phone. He could feel the faint blush that had appeared on the tops of his cheeks. Magnus seemed to genuinely care about how Alec was feeling and Alec really didn’t know what to do with that information. Not wanting Magnus to worry that his messages had scared him off, Alec quickly unlocked his phone and typed out his reply. 

Alexander: It’s okay, you didn’t make me feel uncomfortable. I promise that I will tell you though, if you ever do

As a thought popped into his mind, he allowed himself to send it before he could stop himself. 

Alexander: And maybe one day I’ll send you that picture 😉

With that, Alec went to make himself some breakfast, leaving his phone on the dresser, slightly terrified of what he had just done. 

***

Alec spent most of his workday texting Magnus when he wasn’t making coffee, which amused Lydia. Alec wasn’t one to spend time on his phone even when there were no customers in the store. She found him standing near the end of the counter smiling at the device. 

“What’s got you all smiley?” she asked, her tone teasing.

“No one.”

“Mmhmm. Wouldn’t happen to be someone whose name starts with ‘M’ and ends in ‘S’ and likes to drink vanilla soya lattes?”

The tips of Alec’s ears turned pink and he glared at his so-called friend. His physical response told Lydia everything she needed to know and she just chuckled softly, patting his arm. 

“He’s good for you,” she whispered. “You need to smile more often.” 

Alec stuck his tongue out at her and went back to texting Magnus. 

When Magnus came into the store, Alec was worried that he’d have nothing to talk about, since they’d been messaging nonstop all day. Fortunately, he was wrong and Magnus stuck around for a good fifteen minutes chatting with Alec while sipping his coffee. 

“Do you always stay so late?” Alec asked, leaning on the counter as they talked. 

“Most of the time,” Magnus replied. “I have a lot of responsibilities to take care of. Lots of things to go through and double-check and triple-check to make sure my case is as sure as possible. 

Alec nodded, he understood Magnus’s point but at the same time, the man needed rest. 

“But, you’ll end up wearing yourself out,” Alec stated, making Magnus’s eyes flash. 

“Aww, are you worried about me?” Magnus asked his tone light and teasing. 

“Yes,” Alec replied before realising what he’d said, turning a wonderful shade of pink. “I mean… you wouldn’t be able to help clients if you’re worn out.”

“Smooth,” Lydia mumbled from down the bar, earning herself a pen lid thrown in her direction. 

Magnus was still smiling like all of his dreams had come true as he replied, “Well then, give me a reason to take a break. Go on a date with me.”

Alec blinked at him, processing what had just happened. 

“This is the part where you say, ‘Yes, I’d like that very much’,” Lydia whispered, prompting Alec to raise the lidless pen threateningly. 

“I’d love to,” he finally replied, causing Magnus to smile so brightly, Alec thought he could rival the sun. 

“Wonderful, let’s say Saturday at 7 pm?” 

Alec nodded. “Sounds good.”

Magnus picked up his coffee, the smile never leaving his face. “It’s a date,” he stated before walking away. 

[simp4life3]

My reactions for Maya and the three episode nine the sun and moon through words and emojis

So I'm just gonna start with the first deaths

Oh that's dark I didn't expect for them to die...but Maya and zatz will live so I'm not emotionally scarred.

Lord mictlan you monster you ate you're own loyal servants heart. awww baby Teca twins. Wait a two headed serpent where have I heard that before??? Maya just kissed zatz again in front of everyone yippee!!! Zatz can turn into a huge bat awesome and hot. Oh no lady micte, Maya to the rescue!!! Oh no Zatz!!! *screams with Maya* ZATZ!!! oh thank goodness he's fine.TV: I love you Maya, back to reality: NOoOoOo!!! THIS ISN'T TRUE HIS LAST WORDS TO MAYA ARE ALWAYS I'LL SEE YOU SOON PRINCESS MAYA NO NO NO THESE CAN'T BE HIS LAST WORDS THIS CAN'T BE TRUE I LOVE YOU ZATZ BECAUSE I'M A SIMP!!!! Not lady micte too zatz died like five seconds ago WTF is happening to all these characters there used to be like 235 now there's like 23 left. That's right Maya yell at lord mictlan tell him about everyone you've lost that he murdered. Maya not you too...one of your last thoughts was of you and Zatz. You died epically Maya. Maya and zatz are ghosts and holding hands...wahhh. She became the sun and he became the moon and you both get to dance with each other forever.

emojis reaction: 😊😁😀😄😉🙂😏😚😙😗😐😑😶😔🙁😦😧😟😞😩😵😣😥😪😨😰😱😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😳