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[rooksunday]

in the halcyon days (about ten of them) between geonosis and being condemned to coruscant, fox goes on a mission that—thanks to an unlikely series of events involving a space narwhal, two shinies with a metallurgy obsession, and the inadvisable phrase “i’m sure it’ll work out fine”—diverts their squad to renowned dump of the galaxy, lotho minor.

maybe fox helps out a weird kid with a generous helping of legs and talks him around from licking batteries. maybe that happens. i don’t know. you didn’t see shit.

anyway then fox is on coruscant and everything is how it is. how it is is shitty but what, fox is gonna complain to a union? sure. he’ll get right on that.

before long, there’s an attack on the senate by some spiky red kid and fox ends up space spider-man-ing him in the middle of a chase across coruscant’s mids.

kid gets away. of course he does.

… then he lurks his way back through the warren, about as subtle as a scream, and fox makes himself a cup of caf (the first one held between those tattooed hands) and thinks, hell. we’re all red here.

[byeolbeloved]

Make me forget -choi san

pairings 》 mafia!san x reader

genre 》 mafia!au, smut, angst, tiny fluff, forbidden love

warnings 》 mention of guns/violence/blood/abuse, cheating (not on reader,) sexual content, MINORS DO NOT READ

summary 》 choi san was a cold, feared mafia boss who knew nothing outside the world of gore and killing. Thats when he met you, the girl who showed him love. But what stands in his way between having you to himself is his arranged marriage. That still does not stop his feelings for you.

Everyone feared San.

Apart from him being in the Choi family- one of the biggest mafia family trees in the world, San was a nightmare. His reputation was filthy ever since he was young. He trashed anywhere he’d step foot at, petrified whoever he spoke to and spat on his victims lifeless bodies after smothering their blood onto the walls- all with an emotionless look on his face.

But San feared you.

He feared you because of how lovable you were. How easy you smiled to people. How you’d drop anything you were doing to help people. How you cried at other people's pains. But most importantly. He feared how you weren’t scared of him. He knew if he were to ever pull a gun to your head, which god dammit he would pull it to his after, you’d smile at him. That smile that made his black heart excited. The only smile he could smile back to. The only time he smiled.

It was moments like these where he’d realise, although he has seen all the horror and gore of the world, he knew nothing about living.

Laying you down on your baby pink bed sheets, throwing some plushies that got in the way off the bed for you to pick up later. Your bright bedroom. Your simple quiet life contrasted his. His life of screams and gunshots. He liked it. He loved it. Because with you he felt like a man able to feel. Able to love.

He didn’t think it was possible for a human being to be this cute. The way you whimpered at his nibbles and breath on your neck. Your back arched, full body touching his when he played with your nipples. Your trembling hands gliding his back when he connected his lips to yours.

Cute was never in San’s vocabulary. But ever since that day he saw you at the cafe, serving pancakes to a customer with a bright smile, holding your belly as you lightly giggled, he used that word for the first time in his life. “Cute.”

His legs moved on their own. His hand pushed the door open on its own. Suddenly there you were right in front of him, the same smile on your face as you asked what he wanted to order. Although now, he could see the way your cheeks puffed up with a light blush, your nose scrunched when thinking about what to make him when he told you to order for him, the way your eyes sparkled. So shiny he could see his reflection through them.

His dirty, filthy, monstrous reflection.

But that was far from what you thought of him, after you handed him a cappuccino with a cat drawn on the foam with cocoa powder. “No need to act tough, I know you think it’s cute too” you told him with a giggle. And yes. He thought it was very cute. He thought you were cute. You wouldn’t think a man dressed in an all black, gelled back hair, tough build with sharp facial features could be in a cafe with pink wallpapers and flowers decorated on the walls. But for the next 4 weeks, San came to your cafe everyday. Ordered the same things. Sat at the same table. He’d stay until closing time and you two chatted anytime you weren’t preoccupied with other customers or cleaning up. He was surprisingly very charming and funny considering his dark visuals. You naturally felt comfortable with him which led you to venting about anything and everything to him. Whether it was about how you think mint chocolate is underrated or how complicated your love life is. He listened to everything. Soon later he started dropping you off at your house. Always walking you up to your apartment and occasionally giving you a kiss goodnight on your forehead.

San was never this slow with anyone. He could get any girl he wanted just from eye contact. But with you, he wanted to be proper. He wanted to feel you slowly, afraid he might break you from how fragile you were. He wanted all of you. But there was something that got in his way from that.

San was a married man.

“Did she…. Did she do this to you?” you said with a horrified expression, afraid to touch the burn mark on his back. San sighed sitting up from the bed facing you. “Y/N… it’s nothing, I’m okay” he gilded his thumb across your swollen bottom lip from your makeout session a minute ago. “San, look at your back! You barely got any skin left!” you lightly raise your voice in concern. “You’re not going back to that house. You can’t let her do these things to you San, you can’t!”

Park Seoyoon. Daughter of Mr.Park- one of the most feared Mafia leaders in the game. She was a fox. Elegant on the outside. Everyone loved her because she was so beautiful and bubbly. Her pale-milky skin stood out from her dark black hair. She was tall and slim. Her face was next-level beauty- although also 50% cosmetic. Everyone thought of her as the perfect wife. But under that mask she was nothing but a sly manipulator and abuser who got whatever she wanted.

Their fathers arranged their marriage for money and power. Which is why they are so respected as a couple in the mafia world.

San hated her. Despised her. She’d bring home multiple guys throughout the day. She threw water at her servants. Her voice was obnoxiously loud and annoying.

The beginning stages of their marriage Seoyoon tried her best at seducing San. Only to get ignored by him so she did everything to ruin his life. She knew he could not fight back at her, because one word to daddy and San would be dead meat.

First it was teasing- hooking up with his friends and purposely getting herself into trouble. Then verbal abuse- which didn’t do much to him since San never reacted to harsh words so it quickly turned physical. Her tantrums included throwing plates in his way but this time was too far when she threw boiling hot water at him neglecting whatever she said she wanted.

“I want to help you Sannie…” you felt helpless seeing him come home with bruises you couldn’t stop him from getting.

“You’re doing enough Y/N, being in my arms is enough baby” he pulled you from your waist to move closer to his body, never breaking eye contact with you he tangled his hand into your hair. He has you on his lap now slowly grinding your bodies on one another.

“W-wanna make you feel good” your voice was above a whisper, gently gliding your nails on the back of his neck sending shivers down his spine.

“Make me forget Y/N… Make me forget her and show me you’re mine” he says before clashing his lips onto yours, not roughly but passionately with hunger, as if he has been starved from your touch for decades.

Clothes were off in seconds. Both of your body heat grinding on each other could start a fire. A fire that will destroy the world. Destroy this world for not allowing you two to write your story. For not allowing him to hold your hand out in public and show you off to all his friends. For not allowing you to show him off. For not allowing you to plan your kids names and whose eyes they’re going to have. San could burn the world for you. Maybe it would be better for you two. Maybe you could finally do the things you wanted to do.

That fire could turn the world into the sun after you slowly slide yourself on him. Adjusting to his length you rest your forehead on his and whisper “Use me San… I w-wanna be yours in every way…c-claim me.”

Without another word he pushes you up, only to guide you down again causing your whole body to shudder. This goes on till he’s now thrusting into you from below, grunting at every thrust.

Your body rocks at every thrust, holding onto his shoulder for support, hair bouncing as he moves the strands from out of your face, looking at you with nothing but pure love in contrast to the lustful movements he’s doing beneath you.

“You’re so good to me Y/N fuck mine. mine. all mine yea I don’t deserve you like this fuck”

He doesn’t mean it. San has never felt insecure in his life. But part of him hurts knowing he can’t be a normal lover to you. It hurts him that he can’t live a normal life with you- because his life is far from normal. You’ve told him many times in the past how you don’t care. You like the way things are between you two. Because you love him and that's enough for you. But part of him can’t believe he could ever be loved.

“I love you San” you manage to get out between moans. His pace is now rough, fast, hard. Your walls are clenching onto him. Afraid he’ll slip out. Afraid he’ll go. Afraid it’ll end. But he holds you. He pulls you closer to his chest, face in the crook of your neck as he bites down.

“I love you my Y/N”

[local-apollo-kid]

Simon 'Ghost' Riley Thoughts

Ghost who can not stand cramped spaces.

The first time he had to stow away inside a closet to hide from enemies, he almost had a mental breakdown because he got tons of flashbacks from being buried alive.

Ghost, who, deep down, resents his mother for what his father did to him.

He hates the fact that his mother practically allowed his father to abuse him. That she did nothing to stop him.

Ghost who loves dark chocolate.

He'll sit there during briefings and meetings, just nibbling away on a square of 85% cocoa dark chocolate. Roach has started leaving bars of chocolate in the fridge, plastered with sticky notes saying "for Ghost <3" in a messy scrawl.

Ghost who has two left feet.

Each time his mother tried to teach him how to dance, he would always end up tripping over his feet and crashing into something. The only time he's not fallen over is when he danced with Soap. He was so mesmerised by the feeling of Johnny's arms over his shoulders that he forgot how to fall over

Ghost who has vitiligo.

The patches of pale white on already light skin give him a ghostly appearance. It almost seems that you you see through him if you tried hard enough. Ghost dislikes his vitiligo, but each time Gaz discovers a patch he hadn't seen before or just sees one in general, he presses a soft kiss to the skin.

Ghost who is a bird person.

He will sit there for hours, looking at birds and naming them from memory, not disturbing them because he's just that good a sitting still because he's a sniper. Price has been made to listen to hundreds of talks on birds. Elaborate hand gestures and excited rambling at the speed of light fill the room as Price just watches Ghost and is thankful he's happy.

[icypenguin]

★~ Genshin mondstadt men cuddle headcanons!

HELLOOOOO TYSM FOR READING THE FONTAINE ONEEEE IM SORRY THIS TOOK QUITE A LONG TIME BUT WELL THERE ARE PRETTY MUCH CHARACTERS SO HEHED YEAH… BUT ANYWAYYY I HOPE YOU’RE HAVING A WONDERFUL DAY SO PLEASE ENJOYYYYYY!

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

★~ Kaeya: sometimes.. cuddling sessions can be a lot more. we all know he’s a flirty one, right? but anyway your cuddle sessions can’t always be predicted. as the calvary captain is always busy, you don’t know when he’s free. but every time he takes his day off, he would spend it with you! if you guys are lazy then well… the bed turns into your nest. he will tell stories of his every adventure and about his day too while you lay your head on his chest (your personal pillow) and your other hand holding his. he would caress your hand in a circling motion just like he is on your waist. he would whisper sweet things into your ear, perhaps he would nibble it as a suprise that would make you jump. on tiring days, you would make tea for the both of you infront of the fireplace. his head on your lap as you massage his head and shoulders. he would shower you with kisses after and you both will fall asleep.

★~ Diluc: xijhdoihwlks he’s literally a human-sized heater!!! i don’t think he’s much of a cuddly bear type but imagine sitting on his lap late at night when he just got him while drinking dandelion wine, your head on his shoulder and his hand caressing your waist!!!!!!!🤫🤫 ORRR cuddling him from behind while giving him a late night snack! then you would massage his head and shoulders. it will lure him to go to bed and cuddle more. on rainy nights, he would tuck you to bed and in the covers, he would keep you close with him. your head will be under his chin and your legs will get tagled. ofcourse, he wouldn’t forget the night routine of kissies before bed! he would kiss every inch of you body and sometimes it would tickle. in the end, he would kiss hand hands and each of your fingers while making promises of loving you.

★~ Albedo: well.. he is often to be in the mountains but that’s no excuse. if you ever visit him, he would invite you for a hot cocoa (or idk a hot drink) and you both will snuggle outside his lab, huddled in blankets, watching the snow fall from the sky to the ground. he would have his hand around you and your head on your shoulder. he would try to keep you as warm as possible, and that’s by giving cheesypickuplinesthatwouldmakeyoulikeatomato (as long as it works). sometimes, klee joins in and teases both of you. if he’s not in the mountains, you’ll cuddle with him while sightseeing. stargazing is one of his favourite too, you both will lay on the grass while connecting the stars above your head. he always manages to catch a heart pattern everytime you both do it together. he always holds your hand no matter what and he always kiss them as a bid for goodnight.

★~ Venti: cuddling by the windrise treeee! you will sit on the branch while eating an apple with venti as he talks about his day and other things. then you’ll go down and sit under the tree. venti would tell you to lay your head and you would, on his lap. he would play the lyre for you as you slumber off to sleep, then he would play with your hair before falling asleep as well. on late nights, the nights where none of you could sleep, you’ll cuddle on the hand of the anemo archon statue. he would bring apple for a late night snack and you’ll bring fuzzy blankets. there, you both will snuggle upon eachother while telling about your days or even stargazing. he would have his arms around your waist as you lay your head on his shoulder and his lay ontop of yours (basically snuggling or smt like that ehehe). he would crave for your warmth and you both will have a kiss count while dozing off to sleep. he would ofcourse play lullabies for you to sleep.

★~ Bennett (platonic): cuddle night with bennet is always warming. he’ll set up a bonfire where you both would snuggle by it with a thin blanket over your shoulders. he often lay his head on your shoulder or lap. and you would be there caressing his head. i feel like these nights would be a tough one for him. he would likely to tell you about his unlucky luck and how he’s sorry for everything he’s done (poor guy, pls hug him tightly :(. ) i honestly think he crave for warmth and the loving feeling by someone. to be in someone’s arms comfortably. he would trace doodles on your skin and you would do the same. on rainy days, you both will make a tent to shelter at and snuggle with eachother, trying to find the warm feeling. you both will intertwine hand to stay warm. you both will do the best to keep eachother warm. he would hold on to you tight, he’d never want to leave anyone’s hold. he loves affection, that’s all he needed.

★~ Razor (platonic): WOLFIEEEE HE WOULD BE RLLY FUZZYYYY ESPECIALLY HIS HAIRRRIJHDOJSNJKDNOJD you would want to cuddle with it all day long! it’s literally like a plushie! he would let you cuddle his hair or even combing it! in the night, you sometimes would have a sleepover with him (with the wolves in the wild wooohooo :D)! you guys (you both and the wolves) will snuggle up like baby wolves. all you could feel are their fur and razor’s fluffy hair! sometimes, you will cradle razor like a baby wolf :3 a fuzzy one. he would snuggle upon you just like he is snuggling with the other wolves! his favourite thing to do is to lay his head on ur tummy and play with your hair. sometimes you both will watch the sunset together by the cliff. he would tell you about his adventure with his wolf family while you both intertwined hands and your head on his shoulder (that’s covered with his hair).

★~ Mika (platonic): he might be a bit busy but he would always spare a time for you. you both love to watch the sunset and well as stargazing together on the cliff after a tiring day. although he would still be pretty shy and not that open, you assure him with affection. he would play with your hair while you trace some doodles on his arms. you would often poke his cheeks as you thought “it’s as squishy as a chewy dango”, and he would be all shy by it. but as a payback, he likes to boop your nose while making a random sound effect. he loves to hold you hand, it’s like his anxiety and worry got washed away and is replaced by happiness. you also like to lay your head on his shoulder as his face would be like a tomato and you always tease him for it. you both love telling how your day went and what you’re looking forward to for the future.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

THANKYOU FOR READINGGG IM SORRY IF THIS UM SUCKS.. BUT I HOPE U ALL ENJOYED THISS!!! ADVICES ARE ACCEPTED THANKYOUUU

[hotgrrrlgross]

YES !! YES !!!!!! AHAHAAAA YESSSS !!!!

my personal headcannons for the loveliest of lovely little guys <3333

extra info + flags!!

randy: (pan and agender)

-fibromyalgia for sure, trauma does shit things

-probably needs a cane or something similar to aleviate pain (doesn't think he's ill enough to need one, absolutely is)

-if he gets high please treat him like a fish in an aquarium, probably would hate the lack of control

-flushes really easily, and constantly clammy

-if you put a blanket on his head he'll fall asleep

-narcolepsy

-loves the feeling of a nice, heafty, soft quilt and a hot cocoa on a cold afternoon...

oliver: (trans, gay and demiromantic!)

-has a stuffed animal collection 100%

-probably picks up a million different projects only to put them down, a new hyperfixation every week kinda guy

-him being a stoner is basically cannon but, in specifics he seems like a bong or joint guy to me, would let u smoke the first hit (bc he's nice)

-rollerskate date :]

-glasses to at least semi help his shit 'eye' (optical sensor) and lack of depth perception (they can only do so much though)

karen: (nonbinary, lesbian)

-doesn't particularly care about gender as a concept

-has a bunch of tassles and cords in her house she has braided

-can't keep a plant alive to save her life, has mourned at least 20 house plants, has a fake one (somehow dies too)

-mitski.

-the biggest sweet tooth out of the group

-will lock herself away for hours and hours, sometimes an entire day or two, just creating. only to come out of a hole haggard and exhuasted with her New Horse Drawing.

-hEDS, uses a walker to get around!

Norm: (questioning/bi ?)

-writer (how the hell else wouldn't he go absolutely bonkers all alone, other than having a goal and spite i guess)

-uses coffee to live, but definitely enjoys tea in his free time

-probably learned archery at some point

-whittles little sculptures to pass the time (made karen a little wooden horse sculpture once)

-randomly schedules cook outs/junctions when he's feeling lonely and isolated

-he would absolutely take the will graham route and end up with 20 fucking stray dogs out of a deep empathy and then wake up one day and realize the mess he got himself into.

-grilldad. (duh)

phonegingi: (genderfluid, polyamorous, pan)

-gender? yes.

-sexuality? yes.

-will consume your clothes if you are not careful with your gingi Care instructions. (taking little nibbles is okay as a treat)

-if weed is consumed it basically acts as a horrifically strong catnip, and it will get the zoomies and make it everyone's problem

-purrs

-pays really good attention to detail stuff, and its brain is basically a filing cabinet. but big events are basically a blur

-gets SUPER !! fluffy during the winter and there's an awful period where it's shedding and it's...super patchy and silly lookin

-me and the bitches i pulled by being HORRIFYING and lovely,,,,

bigfoot: (aroace. i don't take criticism.)

-banana,,,

-genuinely pretty attentive and smart

-becomes a painter because he is INSPIRED ! by his friend karen

-absolutely splendid lad

-i wanna live in a world where one of his passions is making and wearing silly hats, please, PLEASE

-karen showed him mitski,,,god help him he's sad now

-knitting,,,he knit giant banana,,,,

[monster-disaster]

[monster bf] chasing kink

monster!boyfriend x Reader Good to know: itsy bitsy spice but no smut

A/N: I love the chasing scenes in stories but I know it would be impossible with me in real life. So here are my ideas about how it would end...

Imagine your monster boyfriend wanting to chase you through the woods. Even the thought of you panting and running away from him in the lush greens makes him hard. He can almost see you in his mind as you try to get away while looking over your shoulder every now and again just to see where he is. Adrenaline pumps in your veins, and your muscles stretch and tense as you force yourself to run faster and faster. Your arousal lingers in the fresh, clean air, mingling with the earthy scent of soil and nature. The scene makes him feral.

But there is a little problem, though.

You are like those goats who faint when something frightens them. Once you are left alone in the woods, your enthusiasm and excitement disappear. Your mind goes blank, and your limbs get heavy to the point you can't even take a step. You know your monster boyfriend is somewhere nearby, waiting for you to do something, probably start running. Instead, you shift your weight from foot to foot while nibbling on your lip as you scan your surroundings. The sun is still up, but its rays slowly turn to orange, illuminating the vivid greens of the forest.

Imagine your monster boyfriend coming out of his hiding place when you stay at the same spot he left you. His confusion turns into worry really quickly when he sees the panic in your eyes and the rigid tension in your body. You can barely talk when he asks what's wrong.

Imagine your monster boyfriend finding out that adrenaline makes you freeze instead of pushing you to survive. It makes him worry for a whole other reason that has nothing to do with his kinks and desires.

And imagine your monster boyfriend when he sees those fainting goats on the internet for the first time.

OR

You are just slow and clumsy. The adrenaline pumping in your veins does nothing to make you faster or more agile.

Imagine your monster boyfriend watching you from his hiding place as you fall and get up every few minutes as you try to fight yourself through the woods.

His excitement and horny thoughts disappear within a second, but he isn't disappointed. His chest fills with affection and protectiveness. You are so small and defenseless compared to him. He has to make sure you are always safe and comfortable. The woods are no place for you when the sun is almost entirely down.

You almost look defeated when he catches you without any trouble. You are gasping for air while he is as calm and collected as ever. He hauls you into his arms easily, caging you to his chest and nuzzling his nose against your hairline.

"What are you doing?" You ask him, confused.

"Getting you back to the cabin," he says.

Imagine your monster boyfriend taking you back to the small cabin in the middle of the forest, making you some hot cocoa and marshmallows while you are wrapped up in blankets on the couch.

Maybe he had to change his original plans, but fucking you in front of the fireplace is just as good.

OR

You are simply afraid to leave his side. Even though the thought of your monster boyfriend chasing you through the woods to catch you and make you his while adrenaline surges in your body makes you excited and aroused, the sight of the darkening woods urges you to cling to your boyfriend even more.

Imagine yourself stepping closer to your monster, holding onto his arm while your eyes swipe over the lush trees towering over you. While the sight is beautiful, it doesn't make you want to leave the safety of your lover.

"What's wrong?" He asks, confused but still pulling you closer to his side.

You grimace, feeling guilty about ruining his plans.

Imagine your monster boyfriend when you confess your feelings and worries. Yes, maybe he has to change his plans, but the fact that you don't want to let him go because you trust him to protect you from anything makes him feel like he is on top of the world. And he takes his job really seriously. His chest swells with pride as he holds you in his arms the whole way back to the cabin. If you wish to have a cozy night inside with food, hot drinks, and him by your side, he is more than happy to do as you want.

[george-weasleys-girl]

Good Morning Sunshine

Season of Love Event

George Weasley x you

Warnings: one curse word, hint of spiciness

Summary: Just a cute little Grumpy x Sunshine blurb for Valentines Day.

~•~

"Good morning, sunshine!" George flops down on the bed next to you, prompting you to pull the covers over your head.

"What?" George exclaimed. "No kisses for your favorite boyfriend?"

"You're my only boyfriend," you grumbled from under the blanket. "And I hate Valentines Day."

"That's because you've never spent it with me," he said, pulling back the covers and planting a kiss on your cheek.

"Well, it's too early." You pulled the covers back over you to hide the grin threatening to betray you.

"I saw that," George teased.

"You saw nothing."

"Oh, is that so?" He said, sliding of the bed. "I guess you don't want breakfast in bed, then."

"Eh?" You peeked out from your cocoon.

"I made heart-shaped waffles with strawberry compote," he replied, crossing his arms.

"Waffles?" You pushed the blankets down a little. "With strawberries?"

"And hot cocoa with little heart-shaped marshmallows," George continued. "But if you don't want any..." He turned to leave the room.

"No, wait! I-I guess I'll have some," you stammered. "Since you went through the trouble and all."

George smirked and leaned down to leave a lingering kiss on your lips. "Be right back."

~•~

"Baby, that was amazing," you said, finishing off your last bite.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he smiled and set the tray off to the side, then snuggled down under the covers, pulling you with him.

"So, what do you say we spend the rest of the morning in bed?" His hands roamed up and down your back.

"I think I could be persuaded," you grinned.

"Good," he mummered, nibbling your ear, pulling a giggle from you. "Enjoying Valentines in spite of yourself, I see," his warm breath tickled your neck as he worked his way downward.

"Oh, I think I can suffer through it," you grinned and gave his ass a squeeze.

~•~

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[healmyhrt]

⌗ hot chocolate with a stranger, m. sturniolo

matt x fem!reader

summary: you and matt are the only two people in the restaurant at this hour.

disclaimers!: fluff, use of y/n, pretty short

the bell above me rings as i enter through the double doors. the diner is practically empty, there’s no one here. my eyes skim the room, and stop when they arrive at a figure.

there was a boy, sitting alone in a booth.

i gather the courage to walk up to him, and i stop once im in front of the table. “hi.” i say. he looks up from his phone, and turns it off, flipping it on the table.

i’m able to get a better look at his face now. he’s pale, with short brown hair that covers most of the top half of his face. blue eyes peek out from underneath his hair, and glisten in the lights above us as he looks at me.

normally, i’d say he’s really attractive, and definitely my type. but considering the circumstances, i think we’re better as strangers.

“hi?” he responds. i glance around the restaurant, and look back at him. “what happened? where is everybody?” i purse my lips.

he gently nibbles on his bottom lip as he shrugs. “only one person working tonight, i guess.” he points to the back, where the kitchen is. i nod quickly, and begin to walk away.

“wait.”

i turn around, and the boy looks at me with a small smile. “would you—would you wanna… sit?” he asks. i wasn’t expecting that to come out of his mouth. i mean, honestly, he looks like he created the word introvert, and looked like he wanted to just be left alone.

i return a smile, and walk back over to the table. placing my coat beside me, i sit down in front of him. we sit in silence for a moment, neither of us wanting to make eye contact, or start conversation.

“there’s one person working tonight, but she already took my order. i guess you’ll have to order when she comes back.” the boy says, breaking the silence.

“oh, thats okay. i kind of just wanted a hot chocolate, that’s all.” i reply. he practically beams when he hears this come out of my mouth. “i ordered a water, and a hot cocoa with my meal, you can just have mine.” he smiles.

“no. i couldn’t!” i argue back. he chuckles, and fidgets with his rings. “it’s the least i could do for you keeping me company.” a blush coats my cheeks, and i turn to look out the window beside us.

the silence starts again, and for a while it’s just the two of us staring out the window, and watching the snow fall. i turn and look at him, and how mesmerized he seems to be by it too. “im y/n.” i finally say. he quickly looks at me, and smiles.

“matt.”

“well, matt, it’s nice to officially meet you.” i grin.

the door from the kitchen opens, and a lady in a red apron approaches our table. she holds a tray in one hand, while using the other to place his meal on the table.

“oh, hello, dear! what can i get for you?” she asks. matt looks at me, and pushes his hot cocoa in front of me. i take the mug, and pull it closer to my side.

“one more hot cocoa, please.” i request, as a confused expression comes across matt’s face.

“coming right up.” the lady responds, before walking back towards the kitchen. once the door shuts, i look back to matt who has an eyebrow raised in confusion.

“i said you could have mine.” he gestures toward the mug in my hands. i nod before taking a sip, and a gasp leaves his mouth.

“and i am having yours. the one i just ordered is for you.” placing the mug back down on the table, i smile. he leans back against the seat, and crosses his arms, staring at me. his eyes dart all around my face and down to my body, and i can feel my heart racing as he sits there, studying me.

“why?” he finally spits out.

“everyone should have a warm treat in this kind of weather.” i reply, taking another sip of my hot cocoa. i bring the cup back down the table, and look back up at matt. he’s staring at me with a smirk across his lips.

“what?” i sigh. he leans across the table, and wipes whipped cream off of the corner of my mouth. he sits back down. “you had a little something.”

now my heart is in my stomach, and i’m about to vomit it out. i stare back at him, trying not to smile.

matt looks at his finger that’s now covered in whipped cream, and licks off what he just wiped off of me.

holy hell.

he wipes his hands off with a napkin, and pulls a small tube of hand sanitizer out of his pocket, freeing his hands of the sugary substance. i sit, frozen, and he grins at me. i look toward the kitchen door as the woman walks back through.

she places the hot chocolate down in front of him, and smiles, before walking away. we sip our hot cocoa at the same pace, staring at each other.

i place my hoodie over my head, zipping it up when im finished. matt grabs his to-go bag, and places his hand on my back. “ready to go? i’ll walk you to your car.”

i stop in embarrassment, and he turns around in front of me. “what?” i run my hand up and down my arm, and bite my bottom lip. “um—i biked here.” i point over to the bike rack that only held mine at the moment.

he looks at it, and begins walking over to it. i follow him closely behind, and he hands me his bag. matt dusts the snow off of my bike, and picks it up, facing me. “what’re you doing?” i follow him to his car.

he presses a button on his car key that opens the trunk, and places my bike inside. my mouth gapes open, as he shuts the trunk door.

“i’ll take you home.”

[courtingchaos]

(Joke) Dot in Fargo gets a neighbor who gives her casseroles and wants to help her :)

But actually I love the idea of reader and Steve making hot chocolate and trying to have a nice chill moment together before the kids inevitably crash it

Steve Harrington x Fem Reader

(This took so long my god I have the memory of a gnat, forgive me)

“Did you know-”

“Probably not.”

“Hush up.” You smile down at the pot you’re stirring while giving Steve a side eye. “Did you know there’s two types of cocoa powder?”

“Nope.”

You can hear the smile in his voice without having to look over. “Natural cocoa powder is more acidic, but Dutch process is lower so it has a better chocolate flavor because the cocoa butter helps carry it.”

“And why’s that?” He tries to sneak his finger into the thickening mixture in the pot but you tap the back of his hand with a clean spoon.

“Because fat carries flavor.”

“Is that why you cook with so much butter?”

“Yeah.” Taking that same spoon you dip it into the hot chocolate and blow on it for a moment before holding it out for him to try. “But also because butter just tastes good.”

He hums at the small taste and in agreement with you, gently tapping his stomach before pushing off the counter. “I know, anymore butter dishes and I’m gonna have to buy new jeans.”

“Oh no, are they getting too tight?” You couldn’t sound any less bothered, eyes rolled down at the stove with a giggle and the image of his Levis being tighter than they already were. “That would be such a shame.”

He’s in your ear suddenly, hands on your hips and lips pressed to your lobe. “You’d really hate that wouldn’t you?” A small nibble before he hooks his chin on your shoulder to watch you work.

“It’d be the worst thing to happen. What if you had to, gasp, go pants-less?” You turn your cheek into his face when he leans in to start his kiss assault that distracts you from the slow simmering pot in front of you. Wide hands turn you around and slide you away from the cooktop, slippers catching on the edge of the rug while Steve kisses under your jaw and up your cheek, fingertips grazing just under the edge of your sweater. It only heats up as much as your pot does, a buzz of a simmer when his lips find yours and you kind of forget what you’re doing in the kitchen for a moment. The smells of chocolate and cinnamon and sugar lost when he invades your senses for a while with warm hands and kisses pressed in with a smile. Steve sneaks another finger into the pot and he tastes like the good cocoa powder, a taste that you want to chase for a few more minutes.

A doorbell is a distant nuisance that you barely register until it repeats fast and loud, accompanied by the shouts of a gaggle of teens left in the cold. You break the kiss first, reluctant but with a small bite of a later promise. “The minions are here.”

Steve’s head drops onto your shoulder and he groans on a long exhale. You push the hot chocolate off the burner so it wont burn and you run a reassuring hand up the back of his neck, fingers dipping into his hair for a quick scratch. The banging at the door is almost enough that you worry they might just break the lock to get in. “You might want to let them in before they take the hinges off.” You smile at him before he leaves the kitchen, a silent ‘later’ mouthed at him before he lets the flurry in.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Are they on the Naughty List? Or have they’ve been good all year?Well that’s for you to decide.

Start:November 12

End: December 31

«timeline»

◇ day 1-7: {Nov 12-18}

Day 1: Luis Sera - Ice Skating

Day 2: Carlos Oliveira - “I can’t believe you did that to Santa…”

Day3: Raiden - “I made you some hot cocoa.”

Day 4: Peter Parker - we were going to a Christmas party but fuck if you don’t just look sinful in red, and you know what? Fuck that Christmas party || Insomniac Peter ||

Day5:Goro Takemura- Dancing In The Snow

Day 6:Johhny Cage-Sucking on a Candy Cane

Day 7: Peter Quill- “are you really playing christmas music already? it’s barely november”

◇ day 8-14: {Nov 19-25}

Day 8:Gale Dekarios-Watching the snowfall from inside a cosy house

Day 9:Sam Drake-“Carmel apples, leaves falling down. What could better then November?” “I don’t know maybe fucking June?”

Day 10:Peter Parker -we got a little too carried away with the Christmas lights, and now suddenly my hands are bound with the lights and oh my god are we about to have sex? || Insomniac Peter ||

Day 11:Nathan Drake- it’s holiday dinner with your family, and oh Jesus where are your hands going?

Day 12:Peter Parker-“Do you need help hanging up the Christmas lights?” || MCU verse ||

Day 13: Peter Parker-“HAPPY NOVEMBER!” “No one wishes anyone a happy November.” “Well I just did.”|| MCU verse ||

Day 14:Tadashi Hamada-one lending the other their scarf to keep them warm.

◇ day 15-21 {Nov 26-Dec 2}

Day 15:Jacob Seed-Handing their S/O a positive pregnancy test with a sprig of holly and a note reading ‘Merry Christmas’

Day 16:Spencer Reid-Baking holiday cookies.

Day 17:Alejandro Vargas-Reader wearing nothing but a Santa hat

Day 18:Loki-A naughty sleigh ride || Exhibitionism sex ||

Day 19:Alex Casey-Build A snowman.

Day 20:Chris Redfield-“Let’s do something that puts us on the naughty list.”

Day 21:Mike Schmidt-Santa Baby: reader has decided to dress as Mrs. Claus for a little more “adult” Christmas fun. Oh boy!

◇ day 22-28 {Dec 3 -9}

Day 22:Matt Murdock-I picked you for secret Santa but I wrapped the wrong box so now I’ve given you a very festive sex toy, and oh my god this is so embarrassing

Day 23:Halsin-“Breasts/thighs are my favorite part to nibble on.”

Day 24:Miguel O’Hara-“You know, tying the legs together keeps everything moist.”

Day 25:Ethan Winters-Christmas Morning.

Day 26: Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish-Hanging Stockings.

Day 27:Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley-“The turkey’s not the only thing getting stuffed today.”

Day 28:Modern!Mizu-“Save some of that whipped cream for later.”*soon*

◇ day 29- 35 {Dec 10-16}

Day 29:Bigby Wolf-“You look even more beautiful covered in snow.”

Day 30:Harry Osborn-Christmas shenanigans under the tree, if you know what I mean

Day 31:Ethan Winters-“I’ll be content if you are the one stuffing my stocking.”

Day 32:Mike Schmidt-“Go on, open it.”

Day 33:Wyll Ravengard-“Did you decorate the tree without me? I can’t believe this!”

Day 34: Bruno Madrigal-Kiss Me Under The Mistletoe.

Day 35:Jordan Li-“Excuse me—where is my Christmas kiss?”

◇ day 36-42 {Dec 17-23}

Day 36:Mike Schmidt-"Why are there so many mistletoe?"

Day 37:Gojo“I’d like to be one of the unhealthy things you put inside your body this weekend.”*Soon*

Day 38:Luis Sera-“Alright, mister. I know you’re the one who keeps hanging up mistletoe everywhere."

Day 39:Chris Redfield-“Thanksgiving is for giving thanks” “And for body slamming each other during the family football match!”

Day 40:Aaron Hotchner-The scent of real Christmas trees

Day 41: Derek Morgan -“I’m going to have you stuffed better than the turkey by the end of the night.”

Day 42:Victor "Sully" Sullivan-“I’m not much of a cook, but I’m good at glazing.”

◇ day 43-50 {Dec 24-31}

Day 43:Leon S. Kennedy-Cabin Sex { Christmas Eve sex }

Day 44: Billy Butcher-“Merry Christmas, motherfuckers!”

Day 45: Bucky Barnes-“Did you spike the eggnog again?”

Day 46: Spencer Ried-“Will you make a gingerbread house with me?”

Day 47: Clint Barton- “It’s Snowing”

Day 48: Joel-Peppermint-flavoured everything

Day 49:Mizu-Snow/temperature play

Day 50:Johnny Cage-“It’s time for hand turkey’s everyone.” “FUCK YES YES!”

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Once Upon a Time 4

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Andy Barber

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your morning begins lazily. You're not used to functioning without a sense of urgency but it's nice. You take your time having your coffee and nibbling on toast in front of the television. You finally find the motivation to get dressed just after eleven, intent on hitting the country store before you let another day off fade into oblivion. You've been saying you'd go for months and it always turns into 'just don't have the energy.'

You take the train downtown then find a bus to the edge of the city, just a ten-minute walk from the country store. The commute alone is an hour, the temperature dipping even lower without the shield of the urban sprawl. You shiver as you finally reach your destination, like a warrior cresting the drawbridge of a mythical castle.

Inside, there's a cozy atmosphere. The smell of cedar wafts through the air as you marvel at the vast expanse before you. As you browse the signs denoting the contents of each aisle, you set off towards the wool section, hoping to finally teach yourself to knit. Just before the confection area, there's a small table set up and woman greets you before you can reach the crafts. She offers you a sample of chestnut cocoa. Sounds interesting, but somewhat unappetizing. The chill in your bones cozens you to the promise of liquid warmth.

You blow over the top of the cup, smiling awkwardly at the employee. The store is somewhat bustling but that area seems to be a bit dead. You taste it and give a wobbly hum. Not bad, actually. You'll at least be able to finish it.

"Oh, it's good," you say.

"If you would like to buy some, you can take a coupon," the woman offers.

"Oh, sure," you accept out of kinship for your fellow retail worker. You take a coupon and thank her again.

"What's this?" A voice has you quickly stepping out of the way as the rattle of a cart rolls close.

"Good afternoon, sir," the woman puts on her best chime, "would you like to try a sample of our hot chocolate?"

"Hm, I guess," the man drones and you freeze in the spot. No way.

You keep your head down as you sidle away but hit the cart parked behind you with your hip. You apologise without looking up but your name reels you back. You cringe at the store and go rigid, slowly turning on your heel to face Andy.

"Oh, hi," your voice piques, "what are you doing here?"

"Shopping," he says as if it should be obvious. He pauses and accepts the small cup from the lady at the booth. "Aren't you supposed to be working?"

He tweaks his brow and you look away guiltily, "uh, yeah, actually, I... switched shifts with Chelsea so... yeah."

"Wow, that's... interesting," he says, "well, interesting seeing you all the way out here."

"Yeah, very," you agree, almost genuinely. What are the odds?

"My friend recommended the place," he sniffs the hot chocolate but doesn't drink, "you come here a lot?"

You bounce on your feet impatiently. You glance over at the employee awkwardly watching the interaction. You've been there before.

"First time," you answer, "anyway, I... I'm just gonna keep going," you look at the worker, "I don't want to clog up the area." You wave a palm at Andy awkwardly, "nice running into you."

"You too," he returns quietly.

You swallow and back away. This is so weird. Coincidences happen, sure, but it's not like this place is a Target. You clutch your cup tight as you walk away, keeping your eyes forward as a shudder stays trapped in your ribcage. Something's just not right. Or maybe you're thinking too much.

You veer down the aisle of yarn and blow out the breath caught in your chest. You stop amid the various shades of pinks and purples and peer down into the cup. Your stomach is churning violently and you don't think it's the drink.

You try to shake off the encounter and linger amidst the needles and threads. You wander down the next aisle and browse the paints. You're not very artistic but you could probably manage a paint-by-number. You click your tongue and continue on without purchase. You're not sure you want to waste the money.

You end up near the checkout at the rack of handmade sweaters. You like the patchwork on the one, even if it reminds you of a 90s sitcom. You slowly turn the rack as you weigh the value of the sweater. You peek up and see Andy just on the otherside as he rolls his cart by. Before you can dodge his look in your direction, he waves. You have to wave back but quickly go back to searching the rack.

You take the off the bar and dally by the card stand, waiting until you see Andy leave before head up to checkout. You toss your empty cup in the bin at the corner of the counter. You go to the till and pay, taking your time as you dread the walk to the bus.

You accept your bag and receipt and zip up your coat on your way out the door. You check your phone for the bus times. You'll have to move fast to catch the next one or wait an hour for the one after that. You hurry past the parking lot, head down against the cold, and head up along the unpaved path parallel to the road.

As you get to the stop, you tuck your hands in your sleeves and face the road, peering longingly down it. You didn't see the bus drive by so you should be on time. You chatter as you hear gravel mulching in the other direction. There's a honk as the car slows and you grimace as you watch it take a U-turn and come up on your side. You wobble on your legs as the window rolls down.

"Cold out," Andy calls over the empty passenger's seat, "need a ride?"

You shake your head, "no, it's fine. I got other places to go."

"I don't mind. I figure since I'm out here."

"Really, I can't accept," you offer a vacant smile, "thanks, though."

"It's really not safe for you to be out here--"

"The bus is on its way," you argue, a bit more terse than you mean to.

"I know, I'm trying to be nice."

"It is nice, okay? But I don't want a ride."

He idles there, quiet, waiting. You have nothing else to say so you once more look down the road. He sniffs and grips the headrest on the passenger's seat.

"Why not?"

Your smile falls away completely as you look at him. Something about his expression adds to the frigid chill. You wet your dry lips and sway.

“To be honest, I don't take rides with strangers.”

“Well, I'm not a stranger,” he puffs out.

You shrug and shake your head, “I said no thank you.”

“Right, got it,” he huffs, “see ya, I guess.”

He rolls up the window as you stare at your boots. He drives away, swerving to reverse direction once more. You flinch as the gravel mulches and wait until the hum of his engine dissipates.

His last words echo, as much a threat as a promise.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

My favorite thing about your writing is how cozy and unconditional foul legacy's love is. It's like being wrapped up in a warm blanket on a rainy night ;-;-;

Also- thoughts on showing him magic tricks? Just thinking about how amazed and excited he'd be seeing even simple ones. Wings all fluttery and him asking to see you do one more card trick...

hehehehe i'll wrap you and Foul Legacy up in soft quilts and give you both a cup of hot cocoa

you learned some practical magic when you were staying in Fontaine, a brother and sister duo on the street eager to teach you what they know. they even gifted you with a set of your own cards before you left- "A favorable token from the Great Magician and his assistant!"- and promised to visit Liyue sometime. Foul Legacy peeks over your head as you shuffle the cards, chirping curiously at the whimsical designs full of diamonds and teardrops and cats here and there. you raise a card for him to inspect, Legacy curiously sniffing the small square filled to the brim with intricate patterns and numbers on the corner. with a small smile you tilt the card, flicking your wrist- and it vanishes, your fingers wiggling in the air to invoke little sparkles, and Legacy lets out a surprised, amazed trill, bumping his face against your hand and gently nibbling your skin to try and find where the card disappeared to

magic tricks become a favorite rainy-day activity, Foul Legacy chittering and nudging you until you laugh kindly and sit down, his body curled around yours as he rests his head in your lap. you actually end up learning even more magic back at home, not wanting to bore your sweet Abyssal moth monster with the same tricks every time- not that he really minds. just seeing you make things vanish and reappear and picking the correct card and even simple flourishes when shuffling your deck makes him rumble with delight. if you're willing, he'd love to learn some tricks to do himself, even if he's bigger and sharper and clumsier than you are. you'll be a good guide, your hands gently holding his, and vaguely the thought of impressing Childe's siblings pops into his head, knowing the muscle memory will remain. besides, Childe ABSOLUTELY wants to learn magic tricks as well... he gets bored at Northland Bank sometimes, after all

at least your Fontainian friends will be thrilled

[heartfullofleeches]

MOCHA! Precious Mocha... I'm so surprised anyone remembers that lil cutie. I'm doing something related to this ask rn, but I had to gush about my sweetie and hopefully get more attention on them-

For those who are unaware, Sucrose, Marlow, Jolie, and our sweet baby here Mocha are all dream friends first - beings created by the intense feeling derived from the dreams of humans. There are different categories correlating to the different types of dreams. Marlow and Jolie - two "average" dream fiends were created from humans love of sweets. Sucrose - a nightmare fiend was created from someone's fears of them. Dearest Mocha is a different case as they were created from the lustful dreams of a human after they had ingested special chocolates one Valentine's day eve. Basically Mocha is a living, sorta breathing person made of aphrodisiac infused chocolate.

They are timid and as sweet as the cocoa they're made from, but they do have a rather perverse side due to the secondary ingredient in their sweet flesh. They often attempt to shove their fingers into their Darling's out as a way to...relax them. Even the smallest nibble will have serious affects on humans and can be addicting which is what Mocha prays for. Anon had plagued my mind with thoughts of them and I hope you all would like more of them as well

[littlest-w01f]

Sweets

Elain x Reader

ELAIN MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

Summary: Elain takes care of you and your sweet tooth during your period cycle

Cw: Fluff

Elain had always been there for you when you were feeling under the weather. Elain would bring over warm cups of tea and freshly baked cupcakes whenever you weren't feeling well.

Today was no different as you felt your monthly painful guest approaching. You were feeling a bit down due to cramps but knew that Elain would be here to help you get through this time of month.

She set up some warm blankets on the couch and handed you a cup of hot chocolate before settling behind you, knowing you liked your sweets during your periods.

Elain sat patiently waiting for you to drink your hot chocolate, letting you rest in her, her gaze never leaving yours. She could tell how uncomfortable you were feeling today, but she wanted to make sure you knew she was there for you.

"Here, let me help you," she said softly, gently covering you getting with the warmth of the blankets. Her slender fingers grazed against yours briefly before letting go, causing an unexpected shiver to run up your spine despite the warmth of the room.

She reached out again, this time placing both hands on either side of your abdomen tenderly, massaging softly. "I've got you, don't worry about anything right now."

You groaned softly, melting into your wife, "Mmm, Laine, you always know just what I need."

Elain smiled at your words, continuing her gentle massage. "Of course, love. I'm here for you, always."

As she worked her magic with her hands, you couldn't help but feel yourself relaxing more and more. The tension slowly seeped away, replaced by a growing sense of comfort and contentment. Elain's touch was soothing and arousing all at once, sending tingles throughout your body.

After a few moments, Elain leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "How are you feeling now?" she asked quietly, her voice filled with concern and affection.

You gazed up at her adoringly, reaching out to caress her cheek. "Much better already. Thank you, El. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"I think some of my famous cupcakes are in order," Elain whispered in your neck, kissing the sensitive skin softly, "They will make your aching body feel good, won't they?"

"Yes please, darling," you replied, smiling weakly but genuinely, mouth salivating at the thought of her sweet treats.

With Elain's help, you managed to sit up slightly, leaning back against the plush cushions of the couch. As she moved around the room, retrieving one of her signature batches of cupcakes, you watched her every move, entranced by the way she moved so elegantly with each step.

When Elain returned to your side, she placed a plate piled high with freshly baked cupcakes beside the steaming mug of hot cocoa on the coffee table within reach. They smelled heavenly - rich and decadent, just like everything else about Elain.

Taking one carefully between your fingers, you took a small bite. The taste exploded onto your tongue, sweet and satisfying. It seemed to melt in your mouth, providing much-needed energy. "Oh… these are incredible," you sighed appreciatively, closing your eyes as you savoured another bite.

Elain beamed proudly at your reaction, clearly pleased that her baking had brought you such joy amidst your discomfort. "I'm glad you like them, sweetheart. I made them especially for you."

As you continued to nibble on the delicious confection, Elain settled herself beside you on the couch. She snuggled close, resting her head on your shoulder as she wrapped an arm around your waist possessively.

"I wish I could take away all your pain, my love," Elain murmured, nuzzling into your neck affectionately. "But until then, I promise to be here for you in whatever way you need me most."

Her words warmed you from the inside out, filling your heart with love and gratitude for having such an amazing partner by your side.

As you ate, Elain continued to watch you closely, her own expression softening even further. There was something undeniably intimate about sharing this moment together - eating her homemade cupcakes while she tended to your needs.

Finally finishing off one cupcake, you opened your eyes to look at Elain again. "These really did hit the spot," you admitted with a content sigh.

"So will this," Elain smiled, using her magic to retrieve a newly warmed heating pad, placing it tenderly on your abdomen.

"I appreciate it, sweetheart," you murmured gratefully, watching as Elain carefully adjusted the heating pads beneath the blanket. Your heart fluttered at her tender touch, the warmth spreading through your lower abdomen helping ease some of the discomfort.

As Elain settled back into her seat across from you, she reached out once more, brushing stray hairs from your face lovingly. "Just relax now," she instructed softly. "Let me take care of everything."

Tears filled your eyes at your crazed hormones and at how caring she was, "Thank you, I need you."

Elain's heart swelled at your words, feeling incredibly needed and loved. She leaned closer, wiping away a tear that escaped from your eye with her thumb. "Anything for you, my dear," she whispered huskily.

The sight of you crying was breaking her heart in ways she didn't expect. She knew that your period made things harder on you emotionally but seeing you suffer brought forth emotions she hadn't felt before.

She wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a comforting embrace as best as possible given your position on the couch. "Shh…it's okay," she soothed softly, pressing gentle kisses atop your head.

"I love you, El," you whispered, leaning back into her.

Elain held you tighter, her heart pounding at the sound of those three little words escaping from your lips. "And I love you more than anything," she replied earnestly, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead.

Her hand rested protectively on your stomach, rubbing small circles against the fabric of your clothing. She knew how difficult this time of the month was for you and she vowed to herself that she would do whatever it took to make sure you felt cherished and loved.

Her hand found its way to the nape of your neck, gently stroking along the curve of your spine. The intimacy of their shared space coupled with the tender touch sent sparks flying through both women, despite them being caught up in such an emotional moment.

"I'm not going anywhere," Elain reassured you sincerely, ensuring that every word was laced with genuine warmth and affection.

You smile softly, sipping on your cocoa, "I know, my love, I know." Watching you sip your hot cocoa brought a sense of calmness to Elain.

Elain nodded, offering a reassuring smile in return. She watched as you took another sip of hot cocoa, noticing how much more relaxed you appeared compared to earlier.

It was clear that having her there was making all the difference for you, she was glad she could provide comfort during this difficult time for you.

As the minutes ticked by, the two of you simply enjoyed each other's company in peaceful silence. Elain continued to stroke your hair and rub your back, while you savored the remaining sips of your hot cocoa and nibbled on another cupcake, and anything else Elain said to baking the second you voiced you craved it.

Eventually, the combination of physical comfort, emotional connection, and sugar rush began to work their magic. You started to feel significantly better, the worst of your cramps subsiding and your spirits lifted considerably. Looking up at Elain, you flashed her a grateful smile, both of you melting into the couch.

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