#i am so ready to watch the new movie w him

[wizards101official]

Concept for a my part of a pair of spidersonas I’m making with my bf :]]]]] he’s a spider crab plain and simple

[oddinarylani]

'i wish you'd just care about me' arranged marriage skz.

pt 1: chan, lee know, changbin, and hyunjin.

w: blood, violence in changbin's

pt 2 is ⇀ here

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷.↴

it wasn’t the best of circumstances. no. the day you were bathed in white, promised to a man, and walked down the aisle by your father to be given to the hands of your husband was one you spent in mourning, swallowed by grief. “i bet you’re so excited, yeah?” the makeup artist asked, brushing a pearly shade of pinkish red onto your lips. she had a soft genuine smile as she asked, surfacing you into reality from the fogginess in your head. you nod, once, “yes, i am.” you lie in an attempt to make conversation easy. most of the guests that day knew of the arrangement, but other’s hadn’t a clue - which made appearances dire to keep up with. part of you was pleased to move onto a new chapter in your life if it meant moving on from life with your parents. but the other part reminded you that you were going into a new marriage completely blind to the man you’d call your husband. you met him one singular time before changing your last name, the entirety of it was spent with your parents talking to his own - glances you cast in his direction, if only to study the face of the man you hoped to love one day. 

his jaw was set coldly, eyes focused on the conversation shared between your parents. he was handsome but just stone. was anything there? you would wonder. is there a man beneath that face? the bone beneath his skin rippled in tender structure, ears pierced, nose rounded, and a heart-like shape to his mouth. while there was no longer hope to hold out for, you scrounged up a bit more in the depths of your chest in desire to love him one day. truly love him. and to be loved in return. 

two months into your marriage and you still feel the brick wall dividing you from your husband. it wasn’t exhausting all the time, no. you saw him smile; a few times actually. sometimes you think of it when going to sleep. you hadn’t heard him truly laugh, but you still maintained that same hope from the first time you ever saw him that one day you’d be the reason for him to. your new routine as husband and wife took a minute to settle into; with chan slowly rising to ranks of his family’s company and your own growth in the business of your own. your days were spent at home in your office working from home, a lot of calls into business meetings that you kept your mic muted for, and phone calls to overseas clientele for holiday season. 

chan would wake in the morning and rise from your shared bed quick to get ready for work, leaving you to fix coffee and shrug on a robe in the cold of your home (winters weren’t kind in the mornings) when he’d leave, you’d have a cup ready for him, cream and a sugar cube. “thank you, have a good day.” he’d wish, already halfway out the door with a small tired smile on his face. “you’re welcome, you too,” you’d say, scrolling through your phone as the door would shut. 

he’d take little notice to your attempts at growing your relationship, and you hadn’t had the time to bring it up to him yet that you wanted to try to have a wonderful marriage. you’d step into the living room wearing a new dress for a banquet for the company, smile a bit wider and brighter than usual - he’d look up from the couch, phone still in hand and would give you a thin lipped smile. “you look nice.” you’d rent a movie, one he’d said he’d wanted to watch soon, and welcome him home with drinks by the couch and he’d brush it off, “ah, sorry. i have a company thing tonight. tomorrow maybe?” of course, he’d forget the next day anyway so it would all be for nothing. when he’d come home extra late and you’d be in bed, buddled in pjs in the comforter with a book and the lamp on next to you, you’d muster your best smile and set your book down. “hey, how was work?” he’d sigh, pulling the tie from his neck. “nothing new really.”

and then you’d beg yourself, beg yourself, to just answer the question of why were you in love with him? 

maybe it was for all the times you’d get to see him smile, the chuckles as you’d watch a movie, the thank you’s for cooking, and everything in between. maybe you loved him for the way he stumbled into the kitchen almost late for work, his hair a bit messy and his tie disoriented and you stopped him - “wait,” you put a hand up, walking up to him to fix his tie. it was the closest you’d ever been to him besides the day you’d gotten married, you could feel the warmth radiating from his skin. “sorry, my hands are cold.” your voice still laced with sleep as you straightened his tie and flattened his hair. “i-it’s okay.” he assured, clearing his throat. “eat some on your way to work, coffee’s on the counter. have a good day, okay?” you push a few pieces of toast wrapped in a napkin into his hands, pointing to his coffee before turning back to the stove. “r-right. thank you, have a good day.”

that was pretty cute. you even for a moment thought there’d be hope for you, as his cheeks flushed pink when you started working on his tie. sitting at your desk in your office you’d smile at the thought before catching yourself and smacking your own cheeks. 

but time was catching up with you, and the unbearable ache of loving him was almost too much for your heart to handle. you at least needed to know if he felt the same or if he ever could - but in the following days after your realization, you proved yourself right. there was no way. no way this could work out. a steady stream of emotion was constantly running through you; you couldn’t focus on work, you couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat - and you wondered if he even noticed. you were growing increasingly frustrated with chan, and every passing day of limited conversation, barely any eye contact, and virtually no response from chan was wearing you down. one second you were smitten, and the other you were pissed. 

and it eventually all came to a halt. 

the front door of your house shut loudly, louder than usual. and you had a sneaking suspicion chan hadn’t the best day at work. well. that was a shame - you were still pissed, and to think he had the audacity to come home angry from work when he could barely prove to be a communicative partner was enough to leave your blood boiling. you’d let him have it if given the chance. 

“how was work.” it wasn’t so much a question as much as a routine statement. you sat on the couch, shuffling through your movies to find the one he’d been wanting to watch, which upon realization, you didn’t know why you did that when you were pissed at him. 

“fine.” he stomps into your shared bedroom, yanking the tie from his throat as he did so. you roll your eyes and keep shuffling with a much heavier hand this time. when he re-emerges from the bedroom, he’s shed his tie but still has on his button-down and suit jacket on, you furrow your brows and sit up from the couch. 

“what’s wrong? what happened?” you ask out of the goodness of your heart. he tosses open the fridge, sighing. “nothing. nothing happened.”

“you wanna watch that movie you said you wanted to see?” he runs his hands over his face, closing the fridge door. he looks for a moment as if he’s thinking, his hands on his hips as he swallows. “no. not tonight.” he finishes, beginning to walk out of the kitchen before you stand.

“i really really wish you just cared for me.”

it was quiet, quiet, when you said it. the words left your lips before you could realize that your vision was getting a bit glossy. he freezes in his tracks, whipping his vision towards you at the sound of your voice. there wasn’t venom to your words like you expected there would be, no. just defeat. chan hears it, he hears it in you and all of his frustration, his anger, his annoyance, just melts away. instead, his chest is swallowed with guilt. 

“i try,, i try so hard to make this work, chris. i really do.” you wipe your face even though tears haven’t fallen yet, and he thinks it’s to stop them from ever doing so, at least in front of him, and his chest aches. he’s turned to face you now, just six feet away or so, and his brow softens at the sight of you. 

“i cook for you and make you coffee every morning and try renting your favorite movie because you said you wanted to watch it and wear pretty things out to work events and when i go out with friends but,, you don’t,,,” you look at him when you speak, he sees that water building in your eyes and takes a step closer to you, almost wanting to reach out but stopping himself before he’s to do so. your head shakes, you sniff one more time. 

“because that’s what married people do.” this time he does walk closer, you don’t move, but you don’t look him in the eye either - it seems much to hard to do when you’re on the brink of crying. 

“i promised myself,,” you lift a clenched fist to his chest, tapping him once with it, your lips screwing together in frustration though your voice is still soft and tearful. “that as your wife i’d love you one day.” your hand drops from his chest, you wipe your eyes when a single tear spills over your waterline, ducking your head to do so out of his line of sight. “is it too much to ask the same from my husband.”

it’s quiet for a minute, in one way he knows everything to say. every sweet word to soothe over your aching heart, because that’s what he’s suppose to do as your husband, and there’s another part of him that has no clue what to say. 

because what kind of husband is he to leave you feeling as empty as this.

“i told myself on our wedding day that,, i never wanted to be the one to make you cry.” his palms come to cup your cheeks, though his large hands end up swallowing some of your jawline and neck as well. your eyes widen a bit at the feeling, “look at me?” he asks, voice quiet. you do so with guidance from his own hands. “i’m sorry. i’m really sorry.” even he has some water building on his waterline, you notice. you frown, feeling his thumbs dry your under eyes. 

“i never wanted to make you feel uncared for or unheard. i appreciate everything you do for me. and i’m sorry i’ve made you question if i care for you.” he wipes his thumbs under your eyes once more before his hands lower a bit. “you’re my wife. i care about you so much. and i’ll show you that, i promise.” 

you talk for a little longer, but disregard the movie for the night, instead, you settle on curling up beside chris who wraps an arm around you, his cheeks a bit pink as you adjust yourself in his hold. he feels the burn of your own cheeks against his arm. “is this okay?” he asks, his opposite hand settling on your hip. you smile, “of course. i’m your wife, you can touch me. can i touch you?” he hums, scooting closer, giving you the okay to lay your arm across his midsection. you close your eyes for a moment, if only to enjoy the feeling of holding your husband for the first time. the warmth that always seems to naturally radiate off of him, the closeness of his breath, the feeling of being the only woman who gets to see him like this. 

“i didn’t know you were so cuddly, mr. bang.” you smile to yourself, his hand stroking soft over your hip. “only when given the chance, mrs. bang.” he replies. “ooh,, too smooth.” you admire. 

when silence encircles the both of you, and you feel sleepiness begin to creep up on you, he speaks again, “did you mean it when you said you’d learn to love me one day?” his voice is quiet, so tender - it licks at the wounds of your heart and seals them shut. your heart pounds behind your ribcage and you breathe deep to settle the rage of affection steadily brewing in you. “of course.” you reply, your face beginning to bury in his neck. 

“well, that’s a shame.” you furrow your brows, opening your eyes to look up at him. before you can reply he speaks again. “because i love you now.”

 𝓵𝓮𝓮 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀.↴

“the summer berries on the bushels in the forest are getting ripe now, i brought you some.” you lift your basket, both hands wrapped around it’s weak woven handle, showcasing your proud supply of freshly picked goods. you set the basket down a moment later, your husband batting a quick eye to the basket before he looks back to his spread of books a second later. “mm.” is his only reply. 

lee minho was the protector and guide of the largest castle in the northern part of your land. he was a renowned alchemist and practitioner of magic, known for being aid to a handful of people in the village you were raised in, and most notably - a fierce god of night. a vampire. 

it was true the stories of bloodlust and killings that tainted centuries of vampire lore; but lee minho set out to do something different. he hadn’t a care of the human experience, which he shared with that of his ancestors, but he had no need to kill them either. animal blood tasted just as delicious as a human’s. and when befriending a human, their loyalty was like no other. so he didn’t kill them, no, he made pacts and promises, and if anything used them more like pawns but they’d die soon before he did. 

and then there was you. his wife. promised to his hand by your family - a pact of sorts, one of which you both hadn’t necessarily agreed to if it wasn’t for both of your families stepping in to further push along the marriage. in a quiet candlelight scenery you were married to your now husband, and your seal of a kiss was shared. which, honestly, you didn’t regret. he was very handsome - and kissing handsome men was always a joyous occasion (well, mostly anyway) 

he was rageful. not at you, maybe more to existence itself. he was never angry towards you, he never showed it, but you could see deep within the brown wash of his eyes that he was indeed an angry man. he had a hate you’d only seen a few times, and every time you looked a little too hard you felt yourself look away - to anywhere else in the room. afraid of what it meant, afraid of his own distaste. 

“you’re wearing the dress.” he notes. his vision still wondering over the pages in his book. your slightly fallen expression gleams a little at his comment. “yes, of course. you bought it for me.” your hands smooth over your torso, he still doesn’t look up. your lips twist at the sight of your husband’s disinterest, but you turn to wash the berries and leave the room. 

most of your marriage to minho felt like a huge disinterest on his side. he’d lived many years, this much was true. but in your short time to live, you longed for a husband who loved you; and part of you thought minho was largely incapable of this. he never showed it. he never showed anything for that matter; he was always so far away. life not only was nonexistent to him as a man, but in his very eyes. he showed not a shred of emotion, and even in your good memories with him, he showed very little. part of you blamed it on his years of living, but yet the other part of you reminded you it was all the more reason to care. every day felt like a slow drag, you weren’t really living, not really. survival maybe. but being bound to this castle with a man who rarely payed you mind left an ache worse than death. were you not to his standards? maybe that was it. 

you’d shed too many tears over the situation, now every time you cry you try to pull yourself together in the face of your grief. upon talking to your family, a few members reminded you that your voice was powerful, and you should very much share your opinions to him on the matter if your marriage was to work - but that was the thing. a few months in with the man you were to learn to love, and you felt even now it was helpless. it was a sting that brought you to your knees, god how you wanted to just tell him. tell him you loved him - and hear it from his own mouth. 

upon your ravage of feelings and your family’s request, you resorted to writing a letter to your husband. you surely wouldn’t have the guts to face this powerful man in person, not like this. so you took to beginning your note in scribbles in the isolated space of your bedroom. 

your lips twitch in thought as you think over the contents of your letter, your hand stilling still quipped with a quill. you’re swallowed with silence in the stillness of your bedroom, word after word is brought to the front of your brain. there’s a number of things you could say, but not enough words in the world to describe how you felt. 

“lee minho, i’m unhappy.” you speak aloud as you write, taking a moment to look back at your writing, quickly scribbling the line out before starting again. 

“dear husband, i have a few things to bring to your attention.” you nod along as you write, happier with this line. 

“i believe if we’re to work as husband and wife, we should talk more.”

“i try time and time again to gain your attention, to bring you happiness in a way i know how.”

“but,, it seems to never be enough.”

“if you don’t want me,” you pause, your fingers fumble with the quill in your hand as your palms begin to warm against the hardwood. your lips twitch again.

against all things in your brain reminding you a married couple should speak of their issues and this was a must in your relationship if either of you wish to continue - an overwhelming feeling of pure grief washes over you and your hand as you still to keep from writing. 

every bright moment in your relationship flashes before your eyes like matches starting a fire. it’s so overwhelming that your voice dies, and a tight tug at the back of your throat halts you to a shred of reality you hadn’t dwelled on. you sit further back in your chair, eyes glossing over into thought - lost entirely to the contents of your brain. realization has hit you like a truck in the face of your confrontation. 

because what about all of the wonderful times you’ve spent together.

what about the dancing of your wedding day, the golden burn of his watchful gaze, the presents, the meals shared, the wishes of good morning or good night? what about all of the times that kept you so closely tethered to him? what about the times that kept you in love with the man who barely spoke to you. 

you take a breath - and as quiet as it would be, it’s blaringly loud in the silence of your bedroom. 

“i want to love you. i do. and,, i think i do.” clarity has left your quill, and instead, you write from your heart. what you truly feel. 

“i hate that you don’t notice when i try to do kind things for you.”

“i want to work in matrimony of us.”

“i know our marriage is against our wishes, but i want to make it work.”

“i just.. i just wish you cared about me.”

a hand sharply grabs your chin, pulling your gaze to meet that of your husband's golden gaze. 

“not care?” he asks, his face screwed into a sort of confused expression. “not care?” he asks again as his expression contorts again, further - until his hand is tender. 

you’re so sharply pulled from your own head that you’re left with whiplash. he’s heard you? where was he? did you leave the door open? your eyes are blown wide as you face him in the realization he’s heard everything.

your mouth dries as you look at him, his gaze cuts into your very being and you feel utterly frozen. “no-! i didn’t mean it-” “you do though. i’ve made you feel this way.” his gentle grip on your chin leaves you, and he shuffles away, sitting firmly on your bed. his gaze seems lost, as if he couldn’t keep up with the words you’d admitted. 

“minho..” “i do care.” he cuts in. you swallow, your brows melding together as you do so. “i don’t… want you to feel this way. and i’m sorry for doing so.”

in the face of confrontation he seems genuinely distressed, not that any part of you doubted it - but it was comforting to hear the words leaving his mouth. 

“if we’re to be married, i want you happy. comfortable. i don’t want you to feel bad because of me.” he explains. 

“i just,, i want to work this out. i want us to talk more; tell me what makes you happy and what hurts you.” you reassure, holding onto the back of your chair as minho’s head hangs low. “i’m your wife, i want to hear all of that.” a small smile stretches across your mouth; it’s lopsided and a bit sad, but it’s there nonetheless, and the sound of your voice lets minho’s head rise as he meets your gaze once more. 

he sees in you the beauty he sees across the room even as you just sit a few feet away from him. it’s overwhelming, suffocating; and part of him hates it a little bit for suffocating his heart in one swift swallow. you’re all encompassing and human - he’s learned self-control few could achieve, and yet even a few months into a marriage he didn’t agree to and he’s smitten. he wants to reach deep inside his chest and pull his heart out by it’s tethers, and apart of him wants to feel your love to the highest degree he could if just to be surrounded in heaven once more. 

“were you lying then?” he pauses, hands wrung together. “when you said you loved me?” a small quirk in the corner of his mouth leaves your face and chest hot. 

“i wasn’t lying.”

minho’s made home on your bed, lulled to his side as his pretty eyes wash over your face. you aren’t connected, in fact, you’re a little afraid to touch him - regardless of this fact, your wrist lifts to reach nimble fingers to his face, but you pause, your soft fingers retracting into your palm. 

“touch me.” he needs. his hand cupping your own to bring to his face tenderly.

your face is flushed with a dusty pink, the feeling of his face beneath your touch lights the nerve endings in your palm alight. your brow quirks in thought, but not for a moment do you part with his sun-washed eyes. 

“how did you become a vampire?” you ask quietly, your thumb strokes the soft skin beneath his eye, his hand stroking the back of your own. 

“i was born into it. my family comes from a long blood-line of vampires.” you hum in response, taking a moment to study the wash of sun-like gold that overtakes your husband’s eyes. fractals of evening sun beam through the curtains in your bedroom, creating a soft sleepy haze in your room. dust is seen floating in the room in the portions of sun that reach into the room. 

“you’re beautiful.” he beats you to it, realizing he too has been looking at you the entire time. you retract your hand nervously, a smile stretching across your face in sweet embarrassment. “thank you.”

“do you want to be one one day? or do you value your life?” he’s half joking, a floppy smirk on his lips as he sighs a laugh. you hum once more, looking to his mouth to see the slight glimpse of fangs visible to you. 

“maybe. if it meant i got to spend more time with you, than yes.”

minho’s smirk widens, his eyes washing from your face to the curve of your jaw, to the drop of your neck. his mouth parts, his hand coming to the curve of your ribcage over your waist, his warm hand freezes you in place. he lowers his lips to the column of your neck, a lowly drunken gaze filtering over his face. “that could be arranged.” his breath meets the tender flesh of your neck before he presses your waist closer to your body, his soft lips meeting your neck in a single kiss. 

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓫𝓲𝓷.↴

“be careful on the job today.” you crane your neck out of the doorway of the kitchen to look at your husband as he tightens a holster around his thigh. he looks up for a moment, face momentarily stricken with something similar to surprise at your well wishes. he looks down a moment later, checks the clip of his pistol, and then shoves it into the holster. “i will. i’ll be back tonight.” the door closes sharply behind him and you’re left in the silence of your home yet again. 

there’s a pool of melted ice on top of your coffee, you take a sip anyway, the palm of your hand now wet from the sweat off the glass. in truth, you were trying. very sternly trying to make your marriage work. but with circumstances of said marriage coupled with the dangerous reality of your lifestyles, it felt like your assumed fate was dwindling before your eyes - a thin bow ready to snap under pressure. 

being born into crime wasn’t all good fellas or the godfather all the time - no. it was nasty business, some of which you came to regret but again this was the only life either of you knew, leaving the business would be impossible without a gun to your head. you persevered in the face of guilt anyway, not knowing fully how your husband felt about the situation. the sound of your phone ringing brings you out of your head for a moment, leaving you rolling your eyes at the sight of your mother’s name across the vibrating screen. 

“yes?’’ your coffee tastes bitter now, too much water - you pour the contents into the sink as she begins talking. 

“hey hun, there’s a job tomorrow that’s opened up. one of the boys got canned, we’ll pay his bail through an anonymous source but we have to wait a few days so the cops don’t catch on. you in?” your fingers tug a coffee filter out of it’s wooden box, stuffing it into the machine as you press a button on your grinder. 

“mom,” your hand comes to your eyes, rubbing them tiredly. “i told you i was out of the dirty work. i’m doing that shit anymore. and i’m severely out of practice of doing anything hefty.” you explain, the grinder stops, you pour the grounds into the coffee machine. she sighs on the other end, her voice coming through more heated now - pressure started weighing on your shoulders. she says your name with a deadly tone, it leaves you feeling as though there’s a cold metal rod stiff in your back. 

“why don’t you ever look out for this family? you think you can just leave and do the bare minimum when your father and i have slaved over making a good childhood for you?” and then you’d argue back and forth until you felt like ripping your hair out and you’d finally cave and you mom would end the call sharply and once again leave you in the silence of your home that was beginning to feel more like a prison. 

when you heard the beep that ended the call, you tossed your phone to the couch and let your mind wander yet again - what else was there to do in your seemingly failing marriage and rocky relationship with your parents? you hadn’t many friends unless they were in the business, and that only counted for a few really close ones. you track around your kitchen with your fingers pushed into your hairline, and your mind wanders back to something she’d said on the phone a few weeks ago. 

“we found you your husband, is that not good enough for you?”

you hadn’t even the energy to put up with audacity of that claim. so you ended the call and showered, but it still ate at you greatly - because no. no it wasn’t enough. changbin, as dedicated to the lifestyle as he was, and you respected him for his commitment, was terrible at showing you what he truly felt. most conversations were barely that, mostly exchanges if anything - and the few good times you’ve had together were truly the only thing keeping you around if it wasn’t for the godforsaken hope you managed to hold onto. 

you saw the good in him - the good he was capable of, and every time you’d suffocate yourself in thought about being three months in and still not working together as a married couple should, you reminded yourself of this fact. it’s what kept you in, what drew you closer to him. because what could you both be? it’s already bad enough you have feelings for the guy and he clearly didn’t feel the same way. 

“fuck,, what am i gonna do.” to clear your head you showered again, tying back your wet hair and slumming around the house until changbin arrived back home when you’d be drifting off to sleep. at least you had an opportunity to clean; and when the house was clean, you felt a bit better. you were correct about changbin returning late - you heard a long sigh as he entered your bedroom, the plop of a duffel bag could be heard. when you look at the time on your phone you see it’s just past three in the morning. 

“how’d it go?” you ask tiredly from the bed, the bathroom light flickers on and he raises his head a bit. “oh i’m sorry i didn’t mean to wake you.” 

“it’s okay. you okay?” 

“yeah. yeah, everything went fine. what’d you do today?” you see the rings of exhaustion circling his eyes as he strips off his shirt and hides the smallest of winces.

you sigh heavily, rubbing your eyes as the sink begins to run. “i talked to my mom on the phone. doing a job tomorrow night. cleaned the house though.”

“what kind of job?” he asks as he starts the shower. you talk a bit louder so he can hear you over the sound of the spray. oh he wasn’t going to like the sound of this - these kinds of jobs were everyone’s least favorite in the business. 

“there’s a warehouse on fifth, when you’re leaving the downtown area. apparently some guys are trafficking there. gotta take them out.” 

“shit.. be careful. small time guys have been trying to make names of themselves.” 

“i know, i will be.”

careful you were, but careful was not enough. those guys holed up in that warehouse with every corner covered, not only that, but with automatic weapons with full mags, dressed in black to blend with the shadows. the job was done, the victims released into promised care and with you aid in the following days, be returned to their families or brought to homes, but not without some wounds of your own. the guys dropped you off at the back of your house, granted it was past midnight but you couldn’t be too careful. your home was secluded - but what the law knew was unbeknownst to the organization in regards to this mission in particular. 

you left your weapons in the van with the promise of getting them back the next day. “c-clean the blood off it for me, would you?” you grinned, shuffling from the van with your arm slung over your partner. you lean nearly fully into his weight as he aids you in finding your back door. you bang on the big sliding window before unlocking it, letting changbin know you were home. 

“we gotta get the fuck outta here. you be careful yeah? call me tomorrow morning.” the driver calls before peeling away from your home. you nod, using the wall to stumble inside your house as the living room is suddenly flooded with light, and your husband walks out of your bedroom with his phone in hand and his brows furrowed. 

“changbin,,” you push the door closed, leaving bloody handprints everywhere you touched. 

“fuck- okay, okay, okay- it’s alright. come here.” his outstretched hands come to wrap your arm around his shoulders and stabilize on your waist as he helps you walk to your bathroom. 

hot spots of pain blossom on your waist, ribs, and leg. it’s throbbing, all encompassing, and leaves your eyes watering when changbin’s palm presses a little harshly into your side. throughout the house your gasps and groans of pain are heard, changbin is working as diligently and carefully as he can to help you to the bathroom, only imagining how much you must be hurting. 

“okay, okay- i’m gonna lay you on the floor okay?” he helps you rest along the floor after he’s put some towels down, and kneels by your side before grabbing the extensive first aid kit you kept in your bathroom. you nod, closing your eyes to focus on breathing, but every breath in hurts, and every exhale throbs your wounds. 

“where are you hit?” he asks, you now notice his hands are tainted with your blood in just a few splotches. he rummages through the kit, reaching for the hem of your shirt as he cuts through your gear and clothing. “m-my sides, and,, one in my left leg.” 

“alright. it’s gonna be okay - let’s get you sewn up. what happened?” he asks as a way of distracting you from how bad this was about to hurt. he pours some alcohol in his hands before barring your torso to his eyes, now seeing the festering wounds. 

“t-they-” you laugh because it’s hurting so bad and your eyes are getting glossy as adrenaline leaves your body. “they had automatics… every one of them was geared the fuck up. and not only that but there must’ve been twenty,, twenty five of them and five of us.” 

changbin’s head slowly shakes in disappointment that you were set up that badly for failure, his haw is tight - but he remains focused on the task at hand, cleaning you up. he lifts you up with one arm and helps you shred your arms of your sleeves completely, focusing now on the wound near your ribs. “why’d they send you in with only five people? did they want you to die? fuck.” 

“seems like it.” you chuckle, his hand stabilizes before he reaches into your wound with medical pliers to grab the bullet still embedded in you. your grip tightens on the towels beneath you, eyes now swimming with tears as you groan at the feeling of the tug of the pliers. 

“i know, i know. you’re doing good though, talk about something. tell me about the job or- your favorite music or something.” his hands dip into a bowl of water, returning to your wound to clean you from blood and put some pressure on the wound. 

“the job was shit, but,, the guys are gone. all the victims are safe and i’ll work on paper work to get them home tomorrow.” he hums, nodding. he puts a bit of topical numbing around the wound before grabbing sutures to close the open wound. “as far as music,” you laugh to yourself again, your gaze focused on the ceiling. “you trying to get to know me? didn’t think you cared so much for that.” 

his hands pause. then lower. he looks at you with a kind of genuinity you didn’t expect from the man you called your husband. “of course i care. you’re my wife.” 

“you’re always so focused on the work, on your job. you’re gone a lot. i can tell you care about the organization i just,, i don’t know. i always hoped you’d care for us too.”

he frowns a bit, his gaze is focused back to his hands as he threads the string more diligently through the needle. he’s paused, he has a focused expression and you can tell when you look at him he’s thinking - part of you hopes you haven’t stumped him, or made him uncomfortable - maybe you did hold out too much hope. 

“i do care about us. about you. i always figured since we were arranged to be married that you wouldn’t want much to do with me.” when he returns to working on your wound you wince, eyes closing tight. he apologizes quietly, but it’s over quicker than you expected. 

“i want everything to do with you, silly. you’re my husband. i want this to work between us if we’re going to be married.” your eyes are still watery and the throbbing hasn’t subsided - you wonder if part of this is delusion since your filter has seemingly disappeared in the face of pain. 

he smiles, softly. “i’m sorry that i’ve made you feel that way, and hey-” his hand reaches for yours, the one that bears the ring he gifted you on the day you were married. your eyes meet his as your head lulls to the side, you grasp onto his hand as if he’d stabilize you - and he does. “i do care about you. genuinely.”

you squeeze his hand, the wash of tears that drowned your eyes from pain spill finally. “i care about you too.” 

“don’t cry, silly. i’m almost done, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” 

after changbin coaches you through treating your wounds, he runs you a quick bath and helps you wash the dirt and sweat from your hair. it felt strange to say you felt an overwhelming trust to him - but maybe that was just the energy he exuded. he helps you to bed, and quickly showers off himself before laying next to you. 

his arm wraps around you, and the pain in your side has dulled from the medicine he made you take after closing up your wounds and cleaning them. your head rests on his chest comfortably. “you never answered my question about music.” he says suddenly. 

“i’ll play you all my faves tomorrow morning when you cook me breakfast because i got shot.” you grin cheekily against him. 

“deal.”

𝓱𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓳𝓲𝓷.↴

“i am to be his wife.” there was no expression in the gaze you cast your parents, hands folded neatly in front of you, ever obedient in the face of nobility. before your eyes, in the face of your youth your life of freedom ever awaiting your embrace is taken from you and shackled. your life is to be given to a man you didn’t know, and when shoved his own in your hands you feel the pulse of forgotten life in your palms. there was more to say other than you didn’t want this, there was more words you could sputter in anger at your parents, other screams and cries for this to not happen, yet you swallow, let your eyes gloss over, and prepare a wedding in the following year to a man you’d meet only once before promising forever to him. 

across from you at the altar he stood jaw tight, eyes glassy yet lifeless. when the wedding guests settled and your father handed you off to the prince’s hands, you breathed deep in an attempt to conceal the building tears that sparkled in your eyes. officiant you didn’t know, in the sea of people commending your marriage you knew few faces, and he spoke vows because of remembrance not because of promise. when he lifted the veil from your eyes to look at you, he for a moment faltered and his lips flattened. 

you kissed him because you had to. and you slept beside him that night because you had to. 

in marriage, you always imagined that life would blossom with a spark of light. as a seal to two people’s testament of their love it would grow into something truly beautiful - it would drink in the sun, bathe in the rain, paint its colors on pages and tell its story on lips through decades. as a young girl, the idea of one day marrying someone that loved you was thrilling to say the least. it was pure; and good. and every notion, every dream, every promise to your life you’d made, was stripped from you in a single evening. 

you’d rise from bed when the maids would wake you to dress. you’d be dressed beside your husband, wearing the rings that testified your union, and would watch over the kingdom that would be given to your hands one day. 

there was no use in trying, not even from the start. 

but you wanted to love him. oh you terribly wanted to love him. 

beside him you’d sleep - watching the curvature of his heart shaped lips, the breathing his body exuded - existence. how you were his without him even knowing. only in this state could you see him, really see him. the sprawl of his hair on the pillow before it was to be tied back that morning upon your wake. beautiful he was. when his eyes fluttered open, he wet his lips and you heard him speak - for the first time it felt as though it was to you. 

“i’m sorry.” 

for the entire rest of the day you spent in a haze in your own head. 

two months have gone by, and you were achingly in love with him. but you couldn’t say the same for him; his headspace was unknown. you shared a great castle together, a smaller one just outside the village as your parents lived inside the city walls in the palace, but home felt like a restraint on you. nothing was sacred.

when you spoke, it was matters of business and a shred of the time was talk of personal matters. the only truth you spoke to hyunjin was in the hours before he’d wake when sleep would leave you too early. you tuck your folded hands together under your pillow, your eyes washing over his face as he slept. upon your movement, he turned to his side, his broad shoulders creating lines of his body beneath his sleep shirt. part of you wanted to reach out, to wrap your arms around him and tell him you believed in the both of you, but your thoughts still to silence. 

“i wish you cared for me, in the way i care for you.” you mumble quietly. 

“but i cannot say it yet. you’re a shadow; yet you’re sorry. i’m so confused in my love for you.” 

that’s when he turned over, his eyes open. the maids walk in a second later and your wide eyes glance to them. they pause in their steps, looking between the both of you. had he heard you? surely not. you push yourself onto your elbows as he speaks to the maids, his own hands planted firmly in the mattress. 

“i can dress her.” 

they quickly excuse themselves after, mumbling as they leave the room hurriedly. the room stills, you’re left in the wake of his words with confusion bubbling through your head and your face suddenly flushed. he stands without another word as they’ve left the room, moving to the closet to fetch your under clothes, corset, and gown for the day. 

“hyunjin,” you speak softly. 

“i care greatly for you. i do, but-” 

you swallow, still sitting on the bed with your legs curled beneath the covers. “you cannot dress me.” you hold a hand to pause him in his movements as he approaches with your day clothes in hand. he swallows, “you’re my wife. i can dress you. if you’d let me.” 

hwang hyunjin was one of the most beautiful men you’d ever seen, and this he knew as well - yet the cool confidence he usually carried on his shoulders, in his handshakes, and in his voice, had dissipated. he looked at you with darting eyes that searched your own for the answers he needed, his hands gripped your dress tight. 

his hand stretches out to you, offerance of aid. you look to his palm, the gentle length of his fingers, and find his exuding energy welcoming - so you take his hand. it’s warm as your skin washes over his own, his hands were smooth and embracing, and you stand before him with a sharp intake of breath. 

“i’ve made you feel this way,” he begins, beginning to untie the laces that hang from the neck of your night dress. there’s a great deal of nerve vibrating through your body at the prospect of him dressing you, but regardless you let him in the wake of his tenderness. and if it meant a moment you could share closer to him - you’d take it. 

“you only speak your feelings to me when you think i’m asleep.” at that your breath stills, panic settles in quietly to your bones. 

“i-i’m sorry i-” “you have no need to apologize, it’s me. i’ve made you feel this way. and i’m sorry.” when your dress is removed, he kneels at your feet to gather it before letting you step into your under dress. you rest your hand on his shoulder for balance to do so. 

“in truth, i can’t tell you why i love you.” he says, his hands working to tie your second layer skirt around your waist, once it’s firm and not uncomfortable, you turn your head to look at him with glossy eyes. “you cannot say such things to me and not mean it. you can’t.” 

“i know i haven’t shown it, but it’s true, that i promise you.” with that, he gently guides your arms through the holes of your corset, and begins lacing it, leaving your eyes drowning in tears as your lips tremble. 

“you-you haven’t shown it. how am i to know you love me or that i love you when we hardly have a relationship. you’re my husband, i want to love you as one.” you gasp as he pulls the strings to tighten it, his palm laying flat on your back as he tugs once more. 

“it’s a promise i make now, to show you i do indeed love you. i want you to tell me when you’re hurting, i want to help, i want to grow with you.” his hands lay along your waist as your corset is tightened. when he rounds you, seeing your eyes fogged over, his heart pangs with guilt. 

“i’m sorry, truly. that i have made you feel this way. but please, know my promise is true.” his hands come to gather yours in his grip. 

you nod, wiping your face for a moment as you lift your gaze to look at him. “then i’ll tell you. i’ll tell you whatever you want to hear. i want to work to make this kingdom a happy place for our people, we must work together in that regard.” 

hyunjin listens, strokes his thumbs across the backs of your hands and you speak for a while longer on your marriage, how you’re both willing to work to make your love make sense, how you wish to be a unit in making the kingdom a place of happiness for your people. he prepares for the day, wearing an outfit the same shade of off-white as your own with his long dark hair tied back into a bun. 

he offers his arm to you before you both leave your bedroom, smiling softly. “thank you for talking to me.” he says, opening the door for you. “thank you for listening and talking as well. it feels nice to have this weight lifted.” 

“i agree.”

sorry if hyunjin's is written weird i was listening to cornfield chase by hans zimmer and got lost in the sauce.

[lurochar]

A Snow Day in Hell

Heeey, anyone else remember that ‘special feeling’ meme from years ago? No? Me either

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Hell had frozen over.

Literally.

It was an extraordinarily and incredibly rare occurrence, according to Charlie, who, a literal native demon born of Hell, had only seen it snow once before in her lifetime.

It generally occurred once every few hundred years, perhaps add or minus a century here or there, Lucifer could not be bothered to keep track when Charlie had asked him how often it actually happened since the snow only stuck around for a day at the very most and was just a minor inconvenience.

You were honestly excited to witness such a unique experience and were dismayed to find that Alastor could care less about such a thing.

And so, you had to pester him and even promised him a favour (his proceeding and chilling smile sent immediate shivers down your spine) just to take a stroll with you around town (and would probably regret when he came to collect that favour).

“Of course, Darling! I have no important tasks to complete today. Why, I would be ever so honoured to escort you to town on such a… lovely day.”

You gave Alastor a skeptical look when he glanced outside with an expression that screamed the opposite of what he was saying.

He clearly hated snow.

“But, seeing my partner beg me in such a pitiful manner – well, how can I possibly say no to that?”

Maybe you should have just asked Charlie? She seemed just as excited as you to see the snowfall.

It took quite a bit of self control for Alastor to not let out a dark chuckle at your varying expressions. You may be his companion, but he was still a sadist through and through. 

Maybe it was a bit soft when it came to you though. Just a little bit.

Besides, as irritating and cold as it was, a little snow, that would literally only last for a day, would never hurt anyone, right?

~00~

“It’ll be on any minute now!”

You covered your face with a pillow in pure embarrassment, unable to look at the screen of the TV as Charlie bounced in excitement. 

How did she find out? 

Ah damn, she already gathered the others to watch.

“W-why are you here?” You barely lifted your face enough to eye Alastor, seeing him sitting smugly in his usual chair. “It was you, wasn’t it?! You told Charlie, didn’t you!?”

“Well, of course I did!” Alastor’s grin was utterly demonic and he was obviously taking pleasure in your mortification. “Normally, I am completely against these awful picture box shows and was utterly baffled when you agreed to a… television interview, Darling, with me when you are completely aware of my distaste.”

“Uh, wait,” Angel Dust raised his arm, “you’re on TV, Smiles? How did they capture you on camera? How’d you not, ya know, blow up the whole network with that whole staticky thing you do? Why is Vox even letting this air?”

Everyone glanced over to Alastor, but he answered nothing.

You had no idea either.

“Oh, it’s on!” Charlie pointed with a wide grin and you slumped over, ready to just pack your bags and leave to save yourself the embarrassment.

On the TV, the scene was that of you and a tall figure that was distorted, blurry, and pixelated, yet was clearly Alastor from shape and colour alone. Honestly, you were surprised he was showing up even this much and not blowing out the camera like Angel Dust had pointed out.

It was a simple question, you were only stopped by the news reporter to ask what you thought of the unprecedented snowfall.

You had just been caught up in the moment, the idea of experiencing the whole once-in-a-lifetime thing with your partner.

So you had replied with something straight out of a Christmas romcom movie or something equally as cheesy. You really had no idea where it came from. Maybe the fact that Alastor had summoned an umbrella and was holding it over both of your heads?

It was mainly so he wouldn’t get snow in his ears, you would find out later.

“Isn’t this just amazing? Snow that falls only every few hundred years? It’s stunning, isn’t it?” Your face was beginning to turn red as you continued on without waiting for another question from the reporter. “Being in the snow with my lover like this immerses me in a special feeling. I love it.”

Oh fuck.

How the fuck could you say that with a straight face!?

It was clear that Alastor felt the shame for you, even through his blurry distorted figure, you could see his ears flatten against his head and his head completely turn away from the reporter like he wasn’t there to hear your cringey words.

“Oh my Satan, are you fucking serious?” The news reporter sneered at you. “I just asked you about some fucking frozen water. Not your version of a romantic date you’ll have in your shitty wet dreams.”

You blinked and the distorted Alastor slowly turned his head back towards the reporter.

“This is fucking Hell, not some Barbieland bulls–”

You couldn’t help it and a few of your more demonic features were showing before you could stop them and you grabbed the umbrella Alastor was still holding. “You asked me a question about snow and I answered and then you make fun of me for that!? So what if I want a romantic outing with my lover!?” You shoved the umbrella’s pole into the gut of the reporter and growl into the camera, hearing the cameraman cry out before it cuts out and the interview is over.

.

.

.

There was complete silence.

“W-well, maybe it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was.” You scratch your cheek, “J-just forget what I sa–”

“Oh, that was so romantic!” Charlie’s eyes were wide and sparkly, “I never knew snow could make you feel that way.” She gasped loudly, looking at Vaggie. “There’s still time! Come on, Vaggie! We need to go out in the snow to ‘immerse ourselves’ in that special feeling!”

Vaggie just throws you a grumpy look before sighing and following after Charlie.

Angel Dust is laughing his ass off, “Special feeling? Seriously, Dollface? Did that cold freeze your brain cells or somethin’? Well, at least ya showed that dick reporter who’s boss. Smiles, over there, did nothin’.”

“I don’t need him to do everything for me.” You muttered, glancing over at Husk and, for once, glad to see he’s too drunk to care and Niffty had lost interest as soon as she saw a cockroach. 

You looked over to Alastor.

“Are you satisfied?” You asked with a sigh, “Watching me embarrass myself and then lose control on the news that’s aired all around Hell?”

Alastor’s grin widened. “Very much so, Darling. Not only have you provided me with great entertainment, but now you have also given me an excuse to go after the one who aired your follies. I do believe I should give my ‘old pal’ a visit quite soon.”

Yeah.

You really should have just asked Charlie earlier.

[luvtak]

birthday blues, psh

☆ pairing fratboy!sunghoon x reader

☆ genre/tw fluffy fluff fluff, a twinge of angst, sunghoon has a case of the birthday blues :(( i wrote the mc to be quite introverted, hand holding lmao, cheek kisses! a little miscommunication, a very sweet and soft getting together fic <33

☆ w/c 1705

☆ a/n happy holidays!! i began this fic on sunghoons birthday but because i am terrible at planning anything i just finished tonight lol, so heres a little present from me!! i hope you like it <3

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With the bad music and the smell of cheap beer, you find yourself regretting walking through the door. The house is bustling with conversation and rhythmless dancing–not a sweater in sight despite the frigid air outside. Not one person you know or like is occupying the four walls around you, and even worse, your drink is weak. 

The melting ice is enough to kick start a negotiation with yourself, you’ll leave after this drink… tell Sunghoon happy birthday, and then we’re gone. You’re not sure why you even bothered… you’ve been on three dates with the boy and barely kissed twice. While he’s handsome and funny, you don’t know if that's enough to endure another mindless frat party while your roommates are cozying up at home watching the new season of Love is Blind. 

While initially you held some reservations about going on another date with a frat boy, Sunghoon proved himself to be very sweet.

 The first date was nice, dinner and a movie (action which was ironically very boring) and a chaste cheek kiss that kept you up way past your desired Tuesday bedtime. His lips were soft and his eyes were kind–a sort of unfamiliar shy glimmer staring down at you. He was ever the gentleman, opening doors and making sure to tell you how pretty you looked… He was perfect. Which was odd for a guy who spent all his time with boys who carried a carousel of girls around. 

The second date was quick but sweet, a speedy lunch in between classes, leaving a smile on your face until you got home that night. He had asked about you the whole time, wanting to know how your day was, and if you had had a good time when you went out before. And finally, the third, wherein the very pretty boy asked you to come to his birthday party before placing a swift kiss upon your lips. 

It was almost like you were possessed. Feeling a great urge to be there to celebrate with him–very unlike the person you claim to be, but he asked so sweetly. His fanged smile was large and on display, and he had a look in his warm eyes that reminded you too much of an overloved puppy. Too much time with those eyes and you were agreeing before he could say please. 

Now, you wished you had the gift of prophecy. If you knew you wouldn’t see the boy once since walking through the doors 45 minutes ago you never would have said you’d come. Of course, it’s his birthday and you’re sure he’s busy being shuffled along friends and pretty girls who’ve long since held his favor, but he asked you to come and if you have to spend another minute listening to mindless chatter you might never speak to him again–no matter how much you like his company.

The boys next to you are crass and the girls much more indulgent than you feel prepared for. Enabling their counterparts with enough alcohol and shitty pick up lines to put you out for the whole year. And while listening in to others' conversations isn’t the nicest thing to do, the loud groanings of, “Hey, pretty lady…you’re heating up this whole place.” were just too nauseating to ignore. 

While slurred words are always swoonworthy, it may be time to head out. 

It is barely eleven, but you’re ready to go–ego bruised and brain ready to rest with some mind numbing television. Not too mention, phone long dead from too many tiktoks watched to pass the time. You can’t believe he didn’t even make an effort to say hello. You made it clear you didn’t like this sort of thing–would rather spend a Friday night away from the hubbub and cheer of a college party that lost its charm the spring of your freshman year. 

Whatever, if he didn’t care you’re just glad he showed his true colors sooner rather than later. While it sucks,  it’s no use crying over another too pretty boy. 

Peeling yourself from the back corner, you find yourself jostled this way and that until your skin meets the chilly December air. A momentary shock of relief rings through your gut, finally away from the rotten place a younger you loved, and an older you was over. 

The night for all its misadventures did end up being a pretty one; stars barely peeking through the light covered city and shining down on the car packed street. Straining your neck to see them for just a minute before making your way to your car, you eye a startling figure sitting on the frat house’s roof. 

A boy with a curious resemblance to Sunghoon, but why would the birthday boy be out here instead of at his own party? His hair is mussed and though he is far up, it’s easy to see the messy state of his clothes–sweatpants and a sweater one could only describe as something a grandfather would wear. 

“Sunghoon? What are you doing up there?” it's too far, but you think you can see the little lift of his lips, a look of relief gracing his features. 

“What do you mean? I’m waiting for you, didn’t you get my message?” His voice, while covered by the echoing party and the nighttime sounds, still carries over the expanse of the front yard as if he was in front of you–as confused as it was, it does little to ease the annoyance of before. 

“What are you talking about Park? I’ve been here for an hour and haven’t gotten anything from you.” 

“Oh I’m Park now? But it’s my birthday.” betrayed by your own temper, you can’t help but let your teeth show. His ever composed countenance running away as he whines his words. 

Maybe it’s dramatic and maybe he did send you a message, but the bitter pain of feeling ignored won’t go away just because he’s cute. 

Even if he is really really cute. 

“How am I supposed to know if you really did send me a message and aren’t just saying that now that you’ve been caught?” 

“Come on now, Silly, charge your phone.” he’s grinning now, tongue running along the points of his left canine. “I’d invite you up, but it looks like you may just push me off.” 

“Why are you up there anyway? There's a bunch of people in there waiting for the birthday boy.” 

It could be your imagination, or a trick of the shadows, but it’s almost like that one word made his whole body falter. Straight shoulders falling below his ears and long eyelashes hitting the peaks of his cheekbones. Eyes closed and figure sad. 

From a young age you’ve been rather curious; looking through hidden presents and asking too personal questions to the people around you, but you don’t think you’ve ever been more interested than now. Looking at this handsome boy–too early to love, but too late to ignore–sitting alone on his birthday is enough to make you pause. 

“Sunghoon? Are you okay? I won’t push you off if you help me up.” 

While he doesn’t answer your question, he does reach out a hand to show you the way. Laughing loudly when you stumble through the tree branches, and quick jabs at your obvious roof climbing inexperience. It’s only when you’ve safely landed next to him that you can really see the slightly blue expression on his face. Of course he’s smiling–you don’t think he’s ever looked at you without one, but there's something invading his form. An ever present dusk sitting along his spine. 

The both of you sit in silence for a long time, looking out at the street and laughing at the party goers retreating through the yard. Young men and women stumbling and giggling their way through another weekend. It’s only when the music changes from obnoxiously loud electronica to obnoxiously loud rap does he speak. 

“I’ve never really liked today, you know? I get so excited for it to come, thinking it's gonna be a magical day that changes everything. Then I wake up and it’s just another boring day. I guess I haven’t learned how to deal with the disappointment, 

I’m sorry you were in there alone, I– I wish I knew you went inside. I was hoping I’d catch you going in and bring you up here. I thought maybe if I spent it with you, it could be life changing. Exciting enough to be worth another year.” 

How interesting birthdays are, to be so momentous and yet so disenchanting. You wait 365 days for a moment to pass, another year older with no magic in sight. Although you can’t ignore that he believed you to be life changing. How sweet, to think after only three dates he’s already decided that you’re who he wants to spend his day with. Face warming and hands shaking, you’re able to let out a soft laugh, before finally answering, 

“Well, maybe we should just treat it like any other day. No cake or presents, I won’t even wish you a happy birthday." It's strange how this seemingly mean sentiment lights up his face: brown eyes becoming crescent moons, a goofy grin settling along his mouth. A look worthy of a birthday. 

“What should we do instead?” 

“Hmm, if you come with me right now we might be able to see the rest of Love is Blind with my roommates. Kazuha and Intak swore they wouldn’t watch the weddings without me… Only if you want to.” 

And the way you looked at him with wide eyes and a hopeful smile, how could he say no. How could he tell you that all day he wished he could spend it with you.

He helps you down and keeps your hand in his as you begin the trek back to your apartment. The night is cold, but his figure next to yours heats you right up–brightening the walk back to your apartment, and making you thank whatever power made you stop to look at the stars, never knowing the tall boy was wishing on every birthday cupcake that you’d join him on the roof and change his life.

© LUVTAK

[margoisthemoon2]

Hate // Miguel O’Hara x Spiderpunk x reader smut w/ plot

Word count: Idk I wasn’t keeping track but this is very long.

Warning. Smut. Fingering. Eating out. Rough. PIV sex. Porn w/ plot. Unprotected sex.

Note: OC is 20-22. Miguel is in his 30s. Hobie is 19-21. This story takes place before ATSV. Contains a bit of spoilers. If you haven’t watched the movie then idk what to say, just don’t get mad at me lol. Ummm I haven’t wrote smut in a while so bare with me plz. Also OC is black because i am and there needs to be more representation. Oc can look like whatever you want them to look like but i put height/weight in there already. Okay im sorry im done. Go read!!!!

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Let’s do this one last time.

Hey I’m spider woman or more so called Spider Riot. I’m 5’11, 130lbs. I was bitten by a radioactive spider. And for 4yrs I’ve been the one and only spider woman of New York on Earth 1214. A year ago I was pulled into the spider-verse. Invited by Jessica Drew and taught by her also. Lets get to the real story.

My best bud and rocker; Hobie Brown or as i call him, Hobs. We met a few months into me being in the verse. Our similar style and life made us super close super fast and we have been inseparable since. “Hey hobs have you seen my guitar pic?” I asked. We was getting ready to rehearse a song and I was desperately looking for my red and black pik i had just a few minutes ago. “Why are you asking me its your stuff” Hobie says lazily strumming on his guitar. I look at him with an annoyed expression. “Wow your really no help you know that?” I say reaching under a couch digging around for my stuff “good” He says reaching behind him “is this it lad” he says holding up my exact pic “ah yes!! Thanks hobs” i say reaching for it and him pulling his hand farther away from my reach. “Gotta give me a kiss first” he says with a smirk on his face “Hardy har har give it hobs” i says snatching it from his hands “i just wanted to know if you would actually do it” he says walking to the back of our rehearsal room. I know that he likes me but I just don’t feel the same. He is a great guy and all but i have my eyes set on someone else… Miguel O’Hara. Miguels was a authoritative 6’7 man who i couldn’t help but fall for.

After rehearsal I, Hobie and a few other bandmates was hanging out in the living area chatting. It was getting late. I do a big yawn and stands up “looks like it’s my time to bounce guys” i say heading towards the door “ill come with you to make sure you get home safely” hobie goes and we both head out the door into the cool night air. We walk into an alleyway and i get out my watch and type in my destination, a portal opens up lighting up the area. “Same time tomorrow?” Hobie goes leaning against a wall “you betcha” i say stepping a foot into the portal. “Actually i need you both at HQ” a hologram of jess pops up behind hobie. “Its late and people have jobs” hobie goes turning around “and those people are not you or her” jess says looking over at me “Get over here asap its important” and with that Jessica’s hologram goes away and i sign “well I guess we have other plans” i go typing in Nueva York destination and Me and Hobie step in disappearing. We arrive at HQ and i immediately goes to throw up into the nearest trashcan. “I will always say this. I. Hate. Portal. Traveling.” I say a sick look on my face. “Well you go to and from my place all the time” hobie goes shoving me a but with his elbow, “yeah because I actually like you and your fun” i go poking his nose the sick feeling leaving my body as we arrive to Miguels ‘office’. We wait what seems like an eternity for miguel platform to lower to us. “By the gods i hate this” I whisper to hobie “I can hear you” Miguel goes as soon as his platform stops. He turns towards us. “How many times do I have to warn you both to cut it out with the constant traveling between earths” He says “In the past 6mths you both have totaled over 12,000 travels. Hobie more than Moxie” Miguel goes pinching the bridge of his nose and putting a hand on his hip. “Where are you going so much hobs” I jokingly say, hobie side eyed me “don’t worry ’bout it” he goes and looks back at Miguel. We watch as Miguel blabbers on about being a superhero and being more responsible. “You are dismissed” Miguel says we both turn around to walk away “Except for you Moxie” He says running a hand over his face. Hobie winks at me and walks away with jess. “What did i do now your highness?” I go rolling my eyes. When i focus back in miguel is standing in front if me. Close enough to reach up and touch. I look up making eye contact with him and feeling smaller than ever under his large frame. “Do you know that hobie is mainly going to your earth?” He says, i talk a gulp of air “No I didn’t. Why are you bringing it up?” I ask taking a step back, miguel puts both hands on his hips “I think you should find out for yourself. And please…please be safe Mox. You two might be friends but who knows what that kid is up to” Miguel goes pointing out into the distance. “Yeah…yeah ill keep an eye out. Thanks” i say feeling a small tingling in my cheeks. I turn to leave, looking back and seeing Miguel walking back to his platform. “Miguel being worried for me…..strange” i think seeing Hobie sitting down and kicking up his feet. We wave at eachother and i do a small run over.

I wake up in a sweat. The dream i just had was so weird and strange. It was miguel and me in a relationship. Laughing. Happy. Drinking coffee. “I hate coffee” I whisper to myself and remembering the numbers i saw in that dream 199786. I slip on my spider suit. Black and red mask with long sleeve arm covers. Cropped red leather jack and half full black and red plaid skirt with thigh high combat boots. Jumping out of my open window and swinging to the rook of my building pulling out my hidden radio, listening to my next thing to do.

After fighting off a villain and rescuing a few kittens from too tall trees im finally free. But the numbers 199786 wont leave my mind. Out of curiosity i Type it into my watch and a portal opens up. Surprised I listen to my radio one more time….silence. I shut it off stepping into the portal and flying away. I land into a version of new york. But not my new york. It’s more minimal and cleaner. I’m on the rook of what would be my building in my earth. And look down and the person i don’t expect to see is… Miguel. I swing down. Hiding behind a car as i watch him enter a corner coffee shop. I look up at the business name Ceces Coffee Cafe. This place closed in my world tears ago. I continued watching running to hid behind a neatly trimmed bush looking through the window at miguel or at least a version of him. This Miguel looks more happy with life and a gleam to his eyes. I watch as he orders a coffee the server face is hidden behind a hat and then they look up…. ME. The server is me. I’m working here and talking to Miguel. “Hey are you okay?” I hear a voice behind me and turn around to see a lady reaching to touch my shoulder. I jump back and swing away to a rooftop. Can’t believing my eyes. I open a portal back to my world. Taking another look back and see Miguel leaving the cafe with a big smile on his face and a coffee in his hand. I quickly exit and land back to my world. I cant tell anyone.

It’s been a few months and every 2-3 weeks I visit ‘myself’ at the shop. Seeing miguel come in and order the same coffee. Its the 4th time ive come to this earth and im sitting in the shop using a black mask and a hat to cover my face a features. Miguel enters and goes right up to ‘me’ and orders. But instead of walking to wait for his coffee he does something else.

“Hey so i know i come here alot and fet the same thing but… i was wondering if you would be interested in grabbing dinner with me sometime” Miguels goes rubbing the back of his neck nervously

The version of me does a small chuckle. “Actually I would like that”

My eyes widen as i watch them exchange numbers and Miguel grabs his coffee and leaves. I quickly gets up and leaves. Turning a corner into an alleyway and opening up a portal. My heart is beating fast and hard. I jump into the portal and land in my room on my bed. Doing a sequel of excitement. “Omg I can’t believe Im going on a date with Miguel o’hara. Well a version of me but STILL” i say to myself. “What are you losing your wits for?” I hear a familiar voice say in my doorway. I look up. Hobie. “Hobs when did you get here?” I say sitting up. “Don’t worry ‘bout it” he says and looks up “where ya go?” He questions leaning against the doorway. “Don’t worry about it” i shoot back at him. He rolls his eyes and walks away into the living room. I follow behind sitting on the couch and watch as he perch himself on my coffee table. “So I’ve been thinking. We work great together” he goes. “Yeah we work pretty good beating bad guys” i say laying down onto the rest of the couch “yea, we’d look even betta together” he says looking at me. I look around and back at him “look hobs. You’re a really good friend and all but im waiting for someone” i say leaning up on my elbows to look at him more. “And that someone will never be ready for you. Why wait when im right here for you now” he goes i sit up fully “it can’t happen hobie. Im sorry. We just do-“ i get cut off from Hobie rushing over and kissing me. The kiss was soft with a little urgency. The cold metal of his lip piercing causing me to shiver a bit. “What was that again?” Hobie goes. I look at him still processing everything. Hobie leans in kissing down my neck. I put a hand on his shoulder “no please let me show you how much i care” He goes and looks at me. We make eye contact and i nod my head. Hobie moves down to the floor. And gently spreads my legs as he plants kisses along my underwear through my skirt. I let out a small gasp when I feel his tongue pushing into my underwear and into my area. I watch as his head comes up and we stare into eachother eyes as he pulls off my underwear. He lowers back in and continues to kiss my area. Eventually he sticks his tongue in and uses a free hand to rub my clit. I gasp and let out a small moan. “Youre so wet” i do a small hum as he proceeds to lick and suck my area. His left hand that was previously on my thigh grabs a boob and massages it for a bit before it goes down and two fingers plunge into my softly. I let out another moan. “Yeah you like that right?” The sounds of his sucking and my wetness fills the room. I’m getting close snd his fingers picks up the pace a little faster. “There we go” he says and i arch my back and do a not so loud moan. He kisses between my legs and removes his fingers. Getting a paper towel to wipe them clean. I’m panting looking up at the ceiling. “What have i done?” I think to myself. I quickly put on my underwear and hobie is walking back to me. “What ya thi-“ he says before i cut him off “go” i say “what? I-“ he stutters “JUST GO HOBIE. Please. I need time to process this” i say almost shouting at him. I hear a shuffle before a portal opens behind and he’s gone. I curl up into a ball and cry silently. Things are going to be so different from now on. Slowly i drift into sleep. Somehow my tear stained cheeks comfort me a bit.

•••

“Hey. HEY WAKE UP!!” I shot up from my sleep jessica’s holographic voice yelling at me. “Yeah! Yeah! What is it?” I ask yawning and rubbing my eyes. Looking up at her. “Miguel wants you at HQ” she says crossing her arms. “Okay, okay just let me get ready and ill be out there” i say getting up “yeah yeah. Shuuutt up” she says before leaving.

I arrive at HQ doing my usual throwing up my insides and talking to a few spiders. Eventually I arrive. “You called miguel” i say kinda afraid of why im here “yeah. Jess leave the room and shit the door make sure noone comes in…or out” his eyes shoot me a glare. I gulp and watch jess leaves. Miguel stands and looks at me “how are your portal travels?” He says “umm good good. Haven’t really been going anywhere except for hobies place” i say playing with my hands “really. Because i see you’ve been going to a unusual PLACE!!” Miguel says and jump down from his platform. “Umm what you mean?” I say taking a step back “you know exactly what I mean” he says walking up me me “Haha funny joke. Nice one you got me!!” I say nervously stepping back until my back hits a object and Miguel towers over me “Dont play dumb and stupid with me. What is earth 199786? And how do you know about it” he says “i don’t know. I’ve only been there a few times” i say “i saw it in a dream and it stuck with me” i say trying to move away. Miguel uses him arms to trap me in on both sides, he leans in closer, whispering in my ear “I know all about your little secret moxie” he says “You do?” I go shaking a bit. Both in fear and arousal. “Yeah and I know what you want” he goes. I feel his hand grab my waist as he pulls me closer to me. He pulls his head away and looks down at me. I gulp “you do?” I ask again “yeah. This!” He goes before he kisses me. In shock i push him off me. We stare at eachother for -5 seconds before i throw myself onto him and we continue kissing. I run my hands through his hair and he gives a small chuckle. “I work very hard on my hair” he goes as i bite down on his lip a bit and go “well looks like you’re gonna have to work hard again” we continue kissing and he starts using his hands to make me grind on his clothed member. I reach down to remove my underwear and immediately i feel his hand in between my legs. His thick long finger plunging into me “Youre so wet” he goes and i moan a little louder as he sucks on my neck. He removes his fingers putting them on his mouth sucking on what’s left of me. He takes my shirt and rip it open “don’t worry ill get you a nee one” he says into my ear. His suit retracts and he is bare in front of me. He taps my thigh a couple of times signaling me to jump up. I obliged he uses one hand to hold me up and the other to position himself. “This is going to hurt a bit sweetheart” slowly he moves into me. I wince a little from how big he is. He starts off slow. My juices covering his length now allowing him to slip in easier and faster. I moan loudly and bite his shoulder “Yeah you like that right?” He goes i lean my head back and we kiss. He start picking up the pace hammering into me. The feeling of his balls hitting my butt turns me on even more. I feel us moving as he walks over to a table like area and lays me down on it. Taking one leg and putting it on his shoulder and using a hand to cup my breast. The bee position allowing him to go deeper and faster. I put a hand on his bicep to hold myslef in place “oh god miguel faster” i say “There we go” he says as he lowers my leg and put both arms by my shoulders to hold me in place as he ruthlessly pounds into me. Our skin slapping rapidly and echoing in the large room. “Oh fuck. Miguel. Im close” i moan. He lowers himself onto me and rest his head in the corner of my neck, panting loudly and letting out few groans to curses. “Fuck!! I want to cum in you” He says as he wraps an arm around my waist and lifts me up a bit. The new position causing us both to moan and he sloppily kisses me. “Please do. Please miguel” i say in the heat of the moment. He looks at me to thrust into me a few times before I felt the warm rish of his cum paint my walls. I orgasmed and my legs shake he thrust into me slowly as we both come down from the intense moment. He slips off and kisses my forehead. “Go and shower I’ll go get you a new shirt” He goes as his suit materializes back onto him.

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

-The next day-

I happily skip into HQ to see miguel of course. Me and Hobie still haven’t talk but i plan to fix that. I see Miguel talking to jess and Ben and kiss him on the cheek. “Hey miggy” i say cheerfully He looks at me with cold eyes and back at jess and ben “excuse me for a moment” he gently shoves me out of earshot of the two “what the hell are you doing?” He asks “what you mean? Im just giving my future boyfriend a kiss” I giggle. He closes his eyes and sign’s before opening them again and looks at me. “Im not your future anything. We had a one night stand” he says looking away “what! No last night was very intimate. You made loved to me!” I go “No. i fucked you. I was stressed and you was there. Like i said i knew all about your visit to earth 199786. Those versions of ourselves dating. Well thats not going to happen between us okay, i filled your fantasy and you you helped me out” he says. He pats me on my shoulder before walking back to jess and ben. I felt the tears form and fall as I quickly typed in my home and left. Running to my room and into my bed crying into my pillow. “Im always here if you need me.” I hear behind me, i turn around, Hobie. “And im sorry for what i did. It was stupid and i wont ever do it again” he goes and sits on the edge of my bed. I sit up and hug him tight. “Im sorry for doing that to you hobs. You’re all I could ever ask for” i say He wraps his arms around me and I silently cry into his shirt, he says “Dont worry about it Big steppa. I could never hate you”

End.

Note: My thumb kinda hurts now. Anyways what you think? Should moxie stay with hobie or should she go back to Miguel who cant decide his feelings for anyone. Also did you pay attention to the smut details i did using the same words that hobie used with moxie and had Miguel also use them to get a different reaction from Moxie. Anyways. Dont steal. I only posted this fic on tumblr and nowhere else. I hope you enjoyed it. Rock on!

[greazyfloz]

Can you do part 3 pls

Smut w/ Trevor Zegras

Wanna Try - Part 3

I got home from leaving Trevor’s and my cell phone rang as soon as I got into the house. I look down to see Trevor’s name light up my phone. I set the phone down on the kitchen counter then run a bath for myself before getting in.

I left my phone in the kitchen to allow myself to relax. I ended up falling asleep in the tub so when I woke up I was laying in the cold bath water, alarming me.

I got out of the tub and washed off then walked into the kitchen to get my phone before going to my room and getting changed. Once I was dressed I look down at my phone to see that I only missed two calls and three messages from Trevor.

Trev🤪🧡: you alright?

Trev🤪🧡: please tell me you are still coming over tonight

Trev🤪🧡: ??

Y/N: hey! Sorry I was in the bath. Let me get ready and I’ll be right over

After texting him back I went back into my room to do my hair and makeup again before grabbing my phone and making my way to Jamie and Trevor’s.

Once I get the I park my car and make my way inside. I knock first then twist the knob and the door opens. “Hello?” I yell out into their apartment

“Tv” I hear Trevor

I make my way into the apartment and over to the room that Trevor was in. It was only Trevor on the couch so I’m guessing it’s only Trevor and I here. “Where’s Jamie?” I ask him as I take a seat

“He just left” he says continuing to play his game, “put with mason I think”

“You didn’t want to go?”

“Nah” he says before turning his console off and looking over at me, “movie?” He asks and I nod, “here, you pick” he says throwing over the remote.

I press the Netflix button on the remote and click through the selections. As I browse the list, I notice Trevor staring at me as I am trying to find something for us to watch.

"What?" I ask him looking over his way, he swallows hard before making his way over to were I was sitting across from him and pulls me up to my feet so we are both standing. He awkwardly pauses before going any further but I knew where this was going.

I smashed my lips against his and we began making out. I wrap my arms around him over his shoulders then drop the remote still in my hands to the floor. Trevors hands form under my ass and lifts me up, so my legs wrap around his waist. He pulls away from the kiss and looks around to see where he is going before reattaching his lips to mine.

"Just fuck me here" I say to him into the kiss.

He becomes more hungry as the make out between us because more steamy while he lays me down on the couch. He pulls away and takes off his shirt as I lean up to do the same. Before he reaches to undo his pants he goes directly for mine as he begins making out with me again.

I lift my hips as his fingers hook on to my pants and he pulls them off quickly. He makes out with me as he positions me so I am laying across the couch before he kisses down my jaw, to my tits where he begins flicking his tongue against my nipple making my throw my head back against the arm of the couch.

"Mmm" I moan and I feel the smile creep on Trevor's face as he begins sucking on my tits.

His tongue trails down from my chest pathing a wet trail down my stomach until he gets close. I look down at him and he smiles up at me then slides his tongue up my slit while remaining eye contact. I shudder with the anticipation of whats to come.

Trevor then presses a kiss softly on my clit slowly, "D-don't tease" I moan making him chuckle.

I feel his slide two fingers inside of me suddenly making me moan softly at the new feeling. "Like that?" Trevor asks as his fingers slide in and out of me and he watches on

"Y-yeah" I stutter

His mouth makes his way to my clit and he begins sucking while his fingers start curling inside of me. His mouth, tongue and fingers are in sync as they perform making me weak.

"Oh my god" I whimper

He continues, eventually speeding up making me whimper a little louder having to cover my mouth with my hand. When he takes his fingers out of my pussy, he brings them up to my mouth making my suck them.

I suck my juices off his fingers and he then goes back down to my pussy. This time his fingers rub circles around my raw clit. I was close.

He continues rubbing circles as he watches me squirm as I try not to cum, but he involves his lips. He sucks on my pussy while his tongue enters inside of me making me throw my head back again.

"Fuck, I-I'm-" I start but can't form the words as Trevor's tongue begins flicking inside of me, "Oh my god!"

Trevor's tongue slides out of me and he pumps it back and forth a couple of times before he removes it. His lips kiss my pussy before he speaks: "I wanna taste" he says with his lips still pressed against my pussy. He enters his tongue back inside of me and begins flicking it once more.

I finally let myself go and cum on his tongue. He continues to eat me out throughout my orgasm, then pulls his lips away and replaces them with his fingers as he leans forward to make out with me again.

His fingers scoop inside of me collecting more of my cum before he pulls them out and breaks the kiss between us so he can bring his fingers to my lips. I grabbed onto the side of his hands and slowly slide his fingers inside my mouth, sucking myself off him as he watches with eyes dark with lust. I pull his fingers out, but not all the way before sliding them back in again.

Trevor's breathing gets heavy watching on, as I felt his cock become hard through his pants. I smile as I continue sucking back and forth on his finger before the sound of keys clinging from the hall makes us push off each other.

I shot up from the couch and grab as much of my clothes as possible that I could see, and my phone, before running into the bathroom. As I ran to the bathroom I heard the sound of a key unlocking the front door sound through the apartment. I shut the door and put on my panties and pants before realizing, I didn't grab my shirt.

"Hey" I hear Jamie say to Trevor as he walks into the room

"Hey"

"Scream?" Jamie questions, probably looking at the tv

"Y/n is just in the bathroom. She picked it" I hear Trevor respond as a pace back and forth shirtless in the bathroom

"I'll join, just let me put on something comfy" Jamie says, I hear his footsteps followed by his bedroom door down the hall opening and closing then poked my head out of the door.

"T!" I whisper loudly making him turn and look at me. I point over to the ground where my shirt lays half under the couch, "my shirt!"

He nods then picks it up, then walks over to me. He opens the door wider to come in but I bring one hand up to his chest to stop him and look up at him, "What are you doing?!" I ask him with wide eyes

"I need you to fix something" he says looking down at his bulge building up through his sweatpants as his lips come in to mine, but I pull away and take my shirt from his hands.

"Not now" I tell him as I quickly put my shirt on, "I don't want Jamie to know about any of this"

"Why you're my friend before his.."

"But I hang around with all of you"

"Well what am I suppose to do?" he says and I shrug my shoulders before I hear sound of Jamie's door opening making me push past Trevor and back into the room.

I sit on the couch then Jamie walks in shortly after me sitting on the recliner. Trevor sits next to me and starts the movie. As we sit next to each other I bring my hand over and slide it across Trevor, sliding it slower over his bulge before whispering in his ear, "You sure you wanna sit this close?"

He swallows hard then stands up, "I'll be right back" he says leaving the room quickly making Jamie look back at me questioningly. I laugh at Jamie's confused face then shrug

"I have no idea" I lied

[darknessawaits28]

What a defiant little one you are? {Part. 1}

Hello my lovies, I'm trying something new again! I am going be writing a stalker story about Loki Laufeyson and you (in first person), hope you enjoy! Thank you all for your love and support! Love you all my lovies! :3 Warnings: Smut, stalker fantasy, a few curse words, possible bondage, forced smut, etc.

"Hey y/n, clocking off?" Amanda, your shift manager said to you as you pulled off your apron.

"Yeah, I am beat as it is, and besides, I got a hot date tonight with my couch, tv, and a bucket of ice cream" You laughed, going over to the time punch screen and punching out.

"Lucky bitch, well, I'll see you next week okay, we are getting new stock, and I need you bright and early please."

"Oh right, I forgot that pumpkin spice is coming back on the menu for fall, fuck me" you rolled your eyes as you headed to the back to grab your things. Slowly pulling on your sweater, you quickly looked up, seeing something moving out of your sight quickly. "Hmm, must've been nothing" you shrugged it off and walked towards the door to head out of the café. "Alright Amanda, I'll see you next week, good night!"

"Night y/n, enjoy your movie!"

"Thanks I will" you smiled, pushing open the door, and then heading down the busy New York City side walk. "Hmm maybe Mask of Zorro, haven't seen that movie in a while, or how about Matilda?" You mumbled to yourself, trying to figure out what movie you should watch.

Unaware of your surroundings, there was someone following you. His breathe hitched in his throat at the delicious sight of you walking, your every move forcing his pants to tighten further than it already was.

"No way!" You nearly shouted as you saw across the street the cutest kawaii store you have ever seen. "Damn what time does it close?" you quickly grabbed your phone and began to search the name to see what time it closes.

The man quickly hid behind the light post, trying to remain hidden from your line of sight as to not spook you.

"Oh, it closes at 8!" "Pit stop!" You giggled, waiting for the cross walk signal to give her the right away. Soon enough, the light changed and you was able to cross the street to the kawaii store, the shadow still following close behind you.

"Damn that girl, she had better not make any more stops or I will have to punish her for sending me through all these loops" the man grumbled in frustration as he followed her into the store cautiously, trying to calm the enormous bulge that was ready to burst from his pants.

"Hello, welcome to Cinibun, we are having a sale of 40% off with the purchase of our mascot Cinibun bun!" one of the workers said kindly as she continued to restock the shelf.

"Oh thank you, I'll check him out later" you spoke kindly to the retail worker and continued your stroll. Knowing for a fact you was going to buy a lot, you grabbed a basket and began to walk around the store.

The man entered right after you, the retail worker ready to say her line, but stopped immediately at the sight of him. "W-Welcome to the store sir..." the girl gulped, quickly going back to restocking, wanting nothing to do with him. The man simply smirked deviously at how this mere mortal girl trembled before him, oh the power that he held to be feared upon!

"Aww, look how adorable!" you smiled as you grabbed a teddy bear that had blueberry designs all over it.

"It indeed is quite adorable" A voice behind you spoke with interest.

Startled by the sound of someone, you quickly turned around to see a tall man standing before you. "Uh, yes, it is."

"I love coming to this store, I always get my girlfriend those cute little guys, she loves them" the man spoke genuinely and with enthusiasm, trying to mask the fact that he was here for you.

"Oh, oh, heh, yeah, my apartment is filled with these little guys, they're just so cute and fluffy" you giggled, putting the bear in your basket.

"Hey, uh, since you know a lot about stuffed animals, can you possibly help me find another one for my girlfriend, uh miss?"

"Y/n."

"Y/n, nice to meet you, my name is Loki."

"Loki, quite the interesting name" You smiled as you made a 'come with me' gesture with your free hand.

"Yes I know, my mother named me that because she loved Norse Mythology, don't laugh" Loki joked with you, trying to keep his hands to himself as he watched you walk.

"Oh don't worry, I'm not going to laugh, I think your name is pretty cool" you hummed as you grabbed a strawberry teddy bear and turned around to hand it to Loki. "I think your girlfriend would love this."

"Oh my, I don't think I have seen this before, yes, she will definitely love this, thank you."

"Much obliged, now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to look around some more and then head home, had a long shift today."

"Oh of course, have a good night then" Loki smiled deviously as he watched you walk away to do more shopping. "A good night you will indeed have my dear~"

"Finally!" You nearly shouted as you put the 4 bags of stuff you bought from the kawaii store on the kitchen counter and scrolled through your phone. "Hmm, going to add that to my favorite place" you said to yourself as you headed into the dark living room. "Damn, she already put my schedule for next week, she's quick" you shrugged, grabbing the remote control for the light and pressed the button.

"Welcome home my dear~."

Stopping in your tracks, you turned around to see the same man you saw in the kawaii shop causally sitting on your couch.

"You do not know how long I've been waiting for you to come home" Loki smirked at you, putting aside the magazine he was looking at and stood from the couch. "So, are you going to be a defiant little one, or be a good little girl?"

When he finished speaking, you ran up the stairs to head to your room, trying to use your phone to call the police. "Come on, come on!" you trembled, slamming your door shut and quickly hiding in your closet. "Please, please, please pick up!"

A low chuckle escaped his lips as he pulled off his coat and carefully hung it on the coat rack you had. "I love it when she runs" he hummed, pushing his slick hair back and headed up the stairs slowly.

"Your call can't be completed as dialed, hang up or please call again" your phone spoke as you tried to call the police. "What!" you yelled quietly, marking it again but it gave you the same message. "Oh my gosh, don't do this to me!" you whimpered, tears already dripping down your cheeks.

Within seconds, Loki opened your bedroom door, closed it behind him, and chuckled hungrily. "You know my dear, hiding won't help, and calling those idiotic mortals to come save you won't help either." "I'll give you one chance to come out and lay on your bed, so that I can ravish you, or I will have to drag you out of the closet, and we both know you don't want that."

You couldn't move a muscle as his voice echoed along your ears. This was it, this was the moment you was going to die because you helped someone find a teddy bear for their 'supposed' girlfriend. Yet, your heart sunk more when he began to count down from 3.

"Three."

This isn't real, this isn't real, he's not actually here, this is just a dream right?!

"Two."

Come on y/n, you can fight him, you can kick his ass and then run out of your apartment!

"One."

With the last digit he spoke, he slammed your closet door open and grabbed you by your legs. "No, no, please let me go!" You screamed as he began to drag you to your stuffed animal covered bed.

"I warned you didn't I my dear?" "Now you left me with no choice" He hummed, slamming you onto your bed, pushing aside some of your little friends, and waved his hand; your hands being bound and raised above your head by two snakes.

"Look at you, tied up and ready to be devoured."

"No, no please!" you struggled against the snakes that were bound to your wrists.

Slowly crawling up your body, he looked down upon you, a devilish smirk peering across his lips. "I am going to make you feel so good y/n~"

{Let me know if you want me to continue the smut, I'm going to run out of space lol!} {Thanks for reading my lovies!}

[sturniolosass]

New Feelings

pt. I of III?

-a chris sturniolo x POC!reader

angst, fluff

in which Chris finds himself falling for a girl, something he hadn’t seen coming anytime soon.

warnings: mentions of smoking, party/get together

Chris POV

It was going on 1 am and me, Matt, and Nick were still hanging out at Landon’s crib. It was Me, Matt, Nick, Waylon, Landon. and a couple of Landon's friends I just met today. Landon decided to invite a few friends over which I didn’t really mind but apparently it’s all girls which kinda kills the “bros” vibe because they kinda just all branch off to speak to them.. me, Matt, and Nick usually leave by then because there’s no fun anymore however Matt is knocked out on the couch this time so we’ll see where this goes..

Once we all decide on a movie to watch the girls show up which i receive an immediate headache from because a few of them are loud.. mainly the first two there’s three more that come in and they’re pretty chill.. they all start to roll up joints and stuff which also gives me a headache because of the smell and smoke but who am i to tell Landon not so smoke in his own home.

After about 30 minutes another girl walks in, she seems pretty cool, she was brown skinned, had blonde braids that were curled a little at the ends, wearing a cool looking nature kinda vibe fit... basically a lot of green and brown colors and a lot of jewelry on. I liked her vibe, she then came over to speak to me.

"Hey wassup, you seem a little quiet.." she bugged. "oh I'm just slightly out of my comfort zone.." I respond. "oh sorry, is it me? I can leave you be.." she worried but that wasn't it "oh nah, you're good.. it's just a lot more people here than I planned to see" I replied. "ohhhh, valid. what's your name then? maybe we can try and get your mind on something more substantial." she asked "Chris, what about you?" I reply.. "I'm Carter." she replies laying out he hand for a shake which I thought was kinda weird but I shake hers anyways.. "you friends with Landon?" she asks "oh yeah I met him around a year ago at a event" I reply. "Oh cool" she responds " what about you?" I ask. "I'm just here with Riley.. she left me in traffic though." she rolled her eyes. "damn so she just left you there in the street" I joke knowing that's not how she meant it. " hahaha no I was driving boy" she laughs.. Her friend then calls her over to talk I assume..

By that time Matt had also woken up so I head over to him. "Yo are you done caking with ole girl?" he jokes "Bro shut up we just met, I barely know her name.." I argue. "where is Nick" he asks. "I don't know last time I saw him, he was sitting here next to you." I respond agitated about the topic of Carter. "well.. help me find him..I'm ready to go" Matt responds giving me the same agitated energy. We both get up.

I walk around from the living room to look in the Kitchen whilst Matt checks the bathroom, and I run into Carter coming through the doorway. "ouch" she exclaims look down and grabbing the joint that fell from her hands. "oh sorry, have you seen my brother, I don't know if you know him but he looks just like me you couldn't miss him" . he speak "ohh yeah, he was on the couch last time I saw him" she replies "oh no not that one, there's three of us I should've been more clear" I laugh "ohhh is he like taller" she asks. "I mean no, but he does wear platforms so kinda" I say. "oh he's behind you walking up now" she jokes. I turn around and see Nick and Matt walking towards me as she walks past me "thanks" I shout over the loud music. she just keeps walking nodding me off in a "you're welcome" kind of way.

"Yo! I told you to find Nick not cake up with brown skinned baddie some more" Matt exclaims jokingly which did nothing but annoy me more. "Bro can you shut up with that I barely know her and you're making all of this weird like.. I wasn't "caking" anything" I arguing highly annoyed now.. "Can we just leave gosh" Nick sighs.. "Where were you even?" I ask Nick.. "I was talking with some of the girls in the other room" he responds. "yeah well we couldn't find you wasnt about to walk in the room with and bunch of girls to ask where my gay brother is.. seems a bit stereo typical" I argue annoyed for even having to wait.

Carter's POV

I see Chris and his brothers heading for the door which immediately chimes an alarm in my head reminding me to ask Chris for his info.. I don't know why, I just liked his aura, he seemed very genuine and funny.. my brain was just automatically drawn to him from the jump and all my friends were speaking on me and him talking separately from everyone else earlier when I first arrived. "Chris!" I shout. "why're you leaving? still having no fun" I stopping him. He looks back letting the door shut after his brothers.. "oh, yea I would've said earlier if my brother wasn't sleep.. I don't really drive so like, he has to drive and he won't if he's woken up involuntarily" he tells.. "oh, I get it.." I add looking around a bit.. "We should exchange numbers..I think you're pretty chill." I nervously spatter. "it's cool if you don't want to I know we just met" I add. "No for real, let's do it" he replies pulling his phone from his pockets of his sweats. "oh cool, ill give you my number then.." I reply. I grab his phone from him add a new contact labeled "Cartuh🐢" adding my number and handing him his phone back.. "cool" he takes his phone back pushing it in his pocket then looking up at me. "oh cool, I guess Ill see you around" I say awkwardly looking at his hat.. in to which he says "yeah for sho" grabbing the door nob and twisting it heading down the hall where I can see his brothers standing impatiently. I head back in the party over to Riley to let her know about my successes.

Chris' POV

It's around 8pm now, Im sitting at my desk playing Fortnite with Matt bored as life.. but I can't get my mind off Carter. Soon as we left the party all I could think of was Carter.. I don't know what it is either because I usually don't get this was over girls.. of course I'm straight but I don't get my feelings caught up like this.. I'm usually pretty against getting close to any girl because of my pass "talking" stages a lot of them usually just want money, or clout and ill be damed if I'm just a pawn for someone to climb the social latter. However for some reason if like nothing but purity with Carter.. and I say stuff like that and feel this way after meeting her and speaking to her only around 4 times.. which sickens me..

I decide to text her hoping she just doesn't respond tonight so I don't have to worry about thinking of a reply and getting sweaty hands, I swear I haven't felt this way since freshman year.

Cartuh🐢

Yo, its Chris Oh hey Chris, I didn't expect you to actually text me.. you seem pretty timid about the while situation I thought you might've thought I was weird or something O I was just busy. busy doing what? playing Fortnite with your boys wow that's not all I do.. I had to film something I was joking I didn't even know you played fr.. what'd you film like a YouTube video? yea basically with my brothers.. ohhh we should play some Fortnite maybe? I got a full squad rn but maybe another time? Oh all maybe later.. you free to hang out sometime this week to hang out? not a date or nothing... just chill?

Oh how I wish she actually meant for it to be a date.. maybe I can invite her over to chill at my house in a day or two.. maybe this weekend.. I left her on delivered not sure how to respond..I shouldn't have lied about having a full squad.. then maybe Matt could feel the vibe out to help me decide but too late now.. ill just have to wait it out.. maybe well catch each other around one of these days or at another get together at Landon's crib.. For now ill just play it cool and try and act normal.. I hate feeling this way because as soon as I open up to her I feel I'll just have my feeling played with.... I guess that's just how it goes when you're dealing with New Feelings...

a/n: new feelings is a little short story it maybe have 2-3 part depending on how well it does and if I decide to keep writing.. THANKS FOR READING also thanks for all the love on my first story it means a lot :)

[howlingday]

Belladina Date Night

Jaune: It's done... Yes, Ma'am. All of our customers have been served. I'll be on my way home n- Oh, wait! I promised my wife I'd pick up some milk and eggs on the way.

Jaune: ...Okay. Thank you. Have a great d-

???: DIE, YOU BASTARD!

BANG!

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Lisa: (Via TV) Breaking news, multiple bodies have been discovered in an abandoned building in the northern district. The building, set to be demolished later this month, was inhabited by whom the police determine are members of The Black Beasts, a radical terrorist organization funded in part by foreign interests, and are responsible for multiple acts of indiscriminate violence across the Kingdom.

Penny: ...Mama, I wanna watch cartoons.

Blake: Not now, Penny.

Lisa: Moving on to stock prices...

Penny: (Teary-eyed)

Blake: ...Fine. Go ahead and change the channel.

Penny: Yay~! (Changes the channel, Sits)

Jaune: (Opens the door) Blake, Penny, I'm home!

Blake: Welcome home, Ja...

Jaune: I... I got the milk and eggs...

Blake: Uh, thank you. Are you... Are you okay?

Jaune: No, no, I'm... I'm fine...

Jaune: (Thinking) I can't let him know that... THAT I TOOK A GUNSHOT TO MY ASS AND NOW I'M IN SO MUCH PAIN!.

Penny: (Thinking) A gunshot?!.

Penny: Please don't die, Papa!

Jaune: I'll be fine, Penny. Papa just needs a good night's rest. (Slams bedroom door shut)

Penny: Wow... Not even a gunshot can kill Papa...

Blake: (Thinking) DAMN! I must've said or done something to upset him! What could it- Argh! The groceries! If I wasn't so lazy, he wouldn't be so tired! Marriages are all about compromises, but what have I given him?!.

Blake: This is bad! This is so very bad! My mission will be compromised because of my selfish behavior!.

Penny: Mama, you are way off...

Blake: Maybe he'll feel better in the morning.

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Blake: He's not better today...

Jaune: It's not better today. It huuuuurts...

Blake: J-Jaune, I have today off, so... uh... W-Would you do me the honor of going out on a date?

Jaune: ...

Jaune: (Blushes) A D-D-D-D-

Blake: I want to thank you for all of your hard work around the house and with helping raise Penny. If anyone deserves a break, it's you.

Jaune A date...

Blake: O-Only if you feel up for it, of course!

Jaune: Yes! I accept! I need to learn what dating a married woman really means!

Blake: ...Wha-

Jaune: I'm going to go get ready!

Penny: Yay~! We're going on a date~!

Blake: You're not coming. A date is only between two people.

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Blake: Take good care of her, okay?

Sun: Hey, hey, hey! Since when am I on babysitting duty?

Blake: Since right now. And you know why. (Whips out check) This is the first half.

Sun: ...You know my only weakness. (Takes)

Blake: Now... (Snaps fingers, Limo arrives) Your chariot awaits, my dear husband~.

Blake: Last night, I planned 863 different date ideas that he should enjoy. This date will be perfect.

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Um I... I'm sorry, Blake, but c-could we not drive anywhere and just... walk?

Jaune: I don't want to make my butt hurt any worse!.

Blake: Huh?!

Blake: Is he still angry with me?! Damn! That's 794 ideas right out the window!.

Blake: Er, n-no problem then... Shall we? (Walks away with Jaune)

Penny: Mama... Papa...

Penny: Hey, Sunny.

Sun: Huh?

Penny: Let's follow them.

Sun: ...

Sun: Heh, alright! We'll throw on disguises and tail them!

Sun: (Thinking) Heehee! Now we'll see just how Blake swoons all her boyfriends~!.

Penny: They're too far away... I can't read their minds!.

Blake: What do those two think they're doing?. Are they pretending to be spies trying to follow us?. I'll just pretend they're not here.

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At the mall...

Blake: How about a new suit? I'm sure you'll look stunning in one~!

Jaune: N-No way!

Jaune: Those pants look so tight, and I'm in enough pain as it is!.

At the movies...

Blake: Jaune, why don't you sit down? People are staring.

Jaune: I-I'm fine!

Many locales later...

Jaune: It's no use! I can't focus on this date at all!.

Blake: I haven't cheered him up at all! If anything, he looks even angrier!.

Sun: HA! Guess Blake ain't such a smooth talker after all! HA HA HA!

Penny: Are you a bad guy, Sunny?

Sun: What?! No, of course not! I'm just happy to see Blake finally get her comeuppance at last after all her years of taunting me for my lack of tact with getting dates!

Penny: So, you're a bad guy.

Blake: Those idiots couldn't be more visible if they tried.

Blake: Er, are you hungry? Why not stop for dinner?

Jaune: Sure!

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Host: Ah, Mister and Misses Belladina! Right this way...

Host: Er, sir, I'll have to ask you to sit.

Jaune: (Hovers over the seat)

Hostess: I'm sorry, sir, but casual wear is not permitted, nor are children under the legal drinking age.

Sun: Yeah, it figures. Guess we gotta head home, Penny. Good thing, too. This game was getting boring...

Penny: Okay...

Waiter: (Thinking) Th-The Rusted Knight?!.

Penny: Huh?!

Sun: What's up? Need to go potty or somethin'?

Waiter: Yeah, that's him alright. What the hell is he doin' here?! I barely escaped the other day, and I thought that was Heaven's mercy! But now I get what my brothers and sisters in Hell are tellin' me. You want me to kill him, don't you? Then I'll do it. Tonight, I'll avenge The Black Beasts!.

Penny: There's a bad guy in the restaurant!.

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Waiter: DIE, RUSTED KNIGHT!

Jaune: HI-YA!

Blake: You're a hired killer?! I want a divorce! Belladina family is no more!

Blake: Also, let's abandon Penny!

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Sun: Hey, we gotta get back before they notice we're gone.

Penny: Wait! Papa and Mama are in trouble!

Sun: Why's she worried about them? It's not like they're her real parents.

Sun: Alright, fine. This next game is called "Infiltration".

Penny: In-Fill-Tray-Shun!

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Waiter: What would the madam and... SIR like to drink?

Blake: Dry champagne in a glass, please.

Jaune: Uh, wh-whatever cocktail you reccomend.

Blake: I'm glad you're enjoying the atmosphere. This particular restaurant is famous for its fish delicacies.

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Waiter: HOW ABOUT A BLOWFISH MARTINI, RUSTED KNIGHT?!.

Penny: (Hidden above, Whispering) H-Hurry, Sunny!

Sun: (Whispering) Easy, kid. Infiltration is a slow game.

Waiter: Take this to the gentleman at table 9.

Penny: No! We're too late!.

Jaune: Oh, it, uh... It smells a bit ripe... (Drinks, Eyes widen)

Penny: PAPA!.

Waiter: Brothers and sisters... I've avenged you...

Jaune: ...

Jaune: (Sits) Amazing! It's like all the pain in my butt just disappeared!.

Contract killers have a high toxicity tolerance.

Jaune: You hungry? Because I am famished!

Blake: Uh, y-yeah...

Blake: He cheered up all of a sudden, but I guess I shouldn't be too upset by this sudden change. Just blame it on the alcohol.

Waiter: What?! That should have been a lethal dose! Fine, then I'll just build a bomb! Enough playing safe! If I'm gonna make my brothers and sisters in The Black Beasts proud, then I need to go all out and-

Waiter: WAAAAAGH! ARGH! Wh... Where'd all this oil come from?! I almost broke my-

Penny: (Disguised, Holding a "gun") Ka-Klick!

Waiter: Wh-What?! Wait, is she... Is she one of the Rusted Knight's lackeys?! She's just a kid, too! He's a real monster!.

Penny: Listen up, Mr. Black Beast guy, stop bothering Pa- Er, that guy out there. Go home, forget about this, and make sure Catty is happy.

Waiter: How does she know I'm with the Black Beasts? And how did she know about Catty?!.

Penny: (Turns away) Go home, and make Catty happy.

Waiter: I... I see now. This isn't what The Black Beasts would've wanted. They would want me to move on. For Catty, I'll live a normal life.

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Jaune: That restaurant was great! Kinda noisy, though...

Blake: I wonder what made all that noise. Still, it's nice to see your mood improve.

Penny: And it's all thanks to me!.

Sun: Hey, where'd you run off to earlier?

Jaune: Thank you for tonight, Blake. Growing up, I spent most of my time taking care of my sister. That's why today meant a lot to me, and I hope we can do this again soon.

Jaune: Preferably when I'm not injured.

Blake: ...I'd like that, too.

Jaune: Hey, look! The carnival is in town!

Blake: Well, well; would you like to go?

Penny: The carnival?! I wanna go!

Sun: W-Wait! I thought we were being shadows!

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The next day, after the poison wore off...

Blake: Good morning, Ja-

Jaune:

Blake: What?! No! Why?!

Blake: I don't understand men!.

[yootaesowlwrites]

I Love It When You Talk Dirty - Kevin Moon

W/C: 4.4K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “Are you sure? Once we start, i might not be able to stop.“ + “I love it when you talk dirty.”

Warnings: Warnings: Smut, explicit language, reader’s first time, Kevin being all about consent, nipple stimulation, slow buildup, nudism, dirty talking, fingering, oral(female receiving), protected sex, aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You and Kevin were relatively new to your relationship, but not that new, it's only been six months today, and you were with him to celebrate it, you had made plans to stay over at his for the night, and you were feeling at ease, many people always felt nervous when they would stay over at their boyfriend’s place for the first time, but not you, you felt safe with him, and you had no reason to be nervous. You were currently on the couch, a blanket over you both and a movie playing on the television when you turned to him, he quickly picks up that you had shifted and turned to look at you.

“Are you okay?” He asks, you nod your head, giving him a soft smile. “Should we find something else to watch?” He was always making sure you were comfortable, and that was what you loved so much about him.

“No, no… I actually want to tell you something,” You say. He nods his head before grabbing the television remote and pausing the movie before turning his full attention on you, ready to hear what you wanted to tell him. “I want to take the next step with you,” You watch his eyes widen, he hadn’t expected those words from you. “I’m ready to take that next step with you.”

“A-are you sure?” He asks, needing to be sure that you were absolutely sure you wanted to. “Because if you’re feeling pressured because someone said something, I totally don’t mind waiting longer, I don’t, I want you to be sure about your decision,” You quickly reach up and press your index finger against his lips, making him quiet down.

“I am completely sure, one hundred percent sure,” You say without hesitation. He tosses the remote onto the single couch before he reaches for your cheek, pulling you closer as he leans in at the same time, your eyes shut as your lips make contact with one another’s, his other hand moves to your knee to gently pull you more onto the couch and closer to him. His lips felt soft and warm against yours, and his scent immediately invaded your senses. You lift your hand and place it on the side of his neck before slowly moving it to the back of his neck and sliding your fingers into his hair.

His hand slowly moves away from your cheek, and you feel it barely touch your breast as he moves it down to the hem of your shirt before slipping underneath the fabric and slowly sliding upwards, pausing just before he touches your breast, you grab his wrist with your other hand and push his hand against your breast, letting him know that you wanted him to touch you there. His fingers immediately press into the flesh, and you feel the palm of his hand rubbing against your nipple.

“Fuck…” He breathes out as he pulls away from the kiss. Your lips felt swollen from the kiss, and you already felt your body heating up. “Is this okay?” His hand was gently rubbing over your nipple while his fingers were kneading into your boob.

“Hmm, more than okay,” You say. He nods his head and lets his eyes drop to where his hand was, you reach for the hem of your shirt, releasing the back of his neck as you do, and pull your shirt over your head, dropping it to the floor, you watch as he licks his lips before he takes in a deep breath, you had already changed into your pyjamas and had no bra on, your upper body was now completely bare for him to look at.

“Just let me know…” He begins before he trails off, his words completely disappearing as he hears your breathing slowly deepening. He lifts his other hand away from your knee and places it on your ribs, gently rubbing along your ribs before he cups your other boob, his thumb swipes over your nipple and watches as the bud slowly hardens.

“I will,” You breathe out. You place your hand on his knee and slowly slide your hand up and pause once your hand had made its way into the pant leg of his shorts and rested on his inner thigh.

“I feel like you’re a little eager to touch me,” He says. He pulls his hand away from your boob and slides it down your side, making sure to keep touching you as much as possible. “Me too, I’m very eager to touch all of you,” You could feel your insides doing a flip at his words and your pussy becoming wet. You squeeze his thigh before pulling your hand away and reaching for the hem of his shirt, he lifts his hands and lets you remove his shirt.

“Don’t hold back, Kev…” You say. “Whatever you want to touch, please… touch it,” He nods his head, and moves his hand to your knee, this time sliding it upwards before he pauses once his hand reaches the inside of your thigh, only inches away from your pussy. “Kev…”

“Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop,” He says. You place a hand on his biceps and gently squeeze it reassuringly.

“I’m more than sure, Kev,” You say. “Like I said earlier, one hundred percent sure, I want this… I want you,” He pulls his hand away, and you watch as he stands from the couch.

“Then we’re doing this on a bed, not here on the couch,” He says, he takes your hand from his biceps and pulls you to your feet, he pulls you against his body, his side touches your side as his arm wraps around your shoulder, bringing your hand he was holding up.

“Hmm,” You moan as his warm skin immediately makes contact with you. He guides you out of the living room and down the short hall to his bedroom. Once you reach the bedroom, he turns you fully to him and pulls you flush against him, he releases your hand and moves his to your hips as he slowly backs you up towards the bed. He stares down at you with adoration as he does.

“You’re going to feel so good, I’ll make sure of that,” He says as he dips his hands into your pyjama shorts, and slide his hands over the front of your thighs before slowly moving them inwards towards your pussy. “I’m going to make you cum on my fingers first, and make sure a mess on them before I’m going to make you cum on my cock,” You feel your pussy twitch and a fire being ignited inside you at his words. “The bed’s going to be such a mess when we finish,” The back of your knees hit the bed, and you sit down on it immediately and stare up at him. “You see that…” You slowly lower your gaze and came face-to-face with a bulge in his shorts, making you swallow and squeeze your legs together. “That’s because of you.”

“I…” You whimper out, and feel your pussy getting wetter at the sight. You lift your hands and grab onto his shorts, he watches as you carefully push his shorts down, the outline of his cock through his underwear only making you lick your lips. “I want to lick it…” You feel his hand touching the top of your head before his fingers slowly slide through your locks.

“You want to lick it?” He asks in such an innocent tone, you lift your gaze and look up at him. “Fuck…” The innocent look in your eyes as you stared up at him. “Such a dirty little girl,” And as much as he wanted you to lick him, suck him off. “You can do it another time,” Tonight was about making your first time as memorable and as comfortable as possible. “It’s all about making you and,” He pushes his knee between your legs to push them apart before he cups your pussy through your pyjama shorts. “This pussy feel good,” Your hips buck against his hand, the touch felt foreign to you, even though you’ve touched yourself, feeling someone else’s hand there was a whole other experience. “Gonna make it drip for me before I fuck  you.”

“Fuck… I love it when you talk dirty,” You say. You feel his hand rubbing up and down your clothed pussy, making you feel how wet you’ve grown as your juices move between your folds. “Kev…” You keep eye contact with him as he begins to sink down to his knees in front of you, his gaze becoming more intense the lower he went.

“Let me taste you,” He whispers. You feel your insides doing another flip as you feel your pussy twitch, you nod your head and lift your hips from the bed, he pulls his hand away from your clothed pussy and wraps both his hands around the elastic of your shorts and panties before pulling them down, you lower your hips back onto the bed and lift your feet to let them completely remove everything. You were now completely bare in front of him, for him. “Fuck… you’re just… wow,” He places his hands on top of your knees and slowly slides his hands over the top of your thighs before they dip to the inside, he pushes your legs apart, and you watch as he moves his head closer to your pussy.

You suck in a deep breath as your stomach muscles pull together, causing you to suck in your stomach, you could feel his hair tickling the inside of your thigh as he was moving closer, his hot breath right on your skin and getting closer to your pussy, it felt like time had slow down for a moment as he was inching closer to you, you could feel your skin heating up more and sweat starting to build on the surface of it. You unconsciously open your legs more for him, and he could see your glistening wetness in all its full glory, your hand goes to the back of his head, and you hold onto his hair.

“Kev…” You whisper and your back arches as his lips make contact with your pussy. He takes one of your folds between his lips and sucks on it, you close your eyes as the sensation quickly begins to run through your veins, his hands were on the inside of your thighs, holding onto you as he sucked on your pussy lip. “Oh, oh, Kev, fuck…” Your mind was spinning with the pleasure you were feeling, and you could feel a knot building inside you. “Hmm, my…” He releases your fold before taking the other one between his lips and sucking on it, you could feel yourself growing wetter with what he was doing. “Shit, Kev, I…”

“Hmm, you taste so good,” He mutters once he releases your fold. “I need a little more,” You feel his nose move between your folds before you felt his mouth brush against your clit, your hips buck, and you push your pussy right against his face, your fly open and widening at what you had just done, his hands grip your thighs in a tighter hold before you felt yourself being pushed to lay back on the bed while your legs were placed over his shoulders and his arms wrapping around your thighs and his hands moving right back to where they were only moments ago.

“Shit, I…” You breathe out, feeling as if your insides were twisting into one big knot. His lips wrap around your clit, and you feel him suck on the nub, your toes curl as an indescribable sensation goes through your body. “KEVIN!” One of his hands slide to your pussy, his fingers move over the crease of your thighs before you felt a digit poking at your slit. “OH, OH, KEV!” He slowly pushes the digit inside you, making you feel a light stretch as he does. “Ohmyfucking,” Your other hand grips the bedding, twisting the fabric between your fingers, you had never once experienced something like this when you touched yourself, fuck, it was like he knew what he had to do to get you to lose your mind. You lift your legs and place your feet down against his back and dig your toes into his skin as you curl them. “KEEEVV!”

“Oh my fucking fuck,” You moan out as a second digit slips into you, stretching your walls a little more and making you feel it, his fingers were slowly sliding in and out of you, making sure to lube them with your juices as he stretches your walls, while his mouth was attached to your clit as he sucks on the nub, you tug on his hair as you feel his fingers speeding up, the tightness you felt in your walls slowly disappearing the more he moved his fingers. “Fucking, KEV!” You could feel the sheets starting to stick to your skin as your skin was becoming soaked with sweat. “One more, please, fuck, please…” Your back arches as you feel a third digit slowly being pushed into you, and your jaw drops as you feel your walls being stretched even more.

“Fuck, Kev, I… FUCK!” You moan, his movements were slow as he lets you adjust to his fingers every few seconds before they were completely buried inside you, your chest heaves as you breathe in heavily, there was a burning sensation in your walls from the stretch, and you weren’t sure if it felt good or if you hated the feeling of it. “Kev…” He releases your clit and lifts his head to look at you, wanting to be sure that you were whining out of pleasure and not because of discomfort.

“Are you still okay?” He asks. “Do you need me to stop?” You shake your head rapidly, that was the last thing you wanted him to do.

“No, no… keep going, please, don’t stop, keep going,” You say, almost pleading with him to continue. “It just feels a little…”

“Uncomfortable?” He asks, you slowly nod your head. “Let me know if it doesn’t go away,” You nod your head again and feel his fingers move inside you as he spreads them inside you. “I just gotta stretch you out and warm you up properly.”

“OH, oh, my fucking…” You moan and squeeze your eyes tighter together. His fingers quickly move back together inside you before he pulls them out halfway and pushes them back in. “OH, OH…” The burning feeling slowly begins to disappear, and he could see your body relaxing into the pleasure.

“I know I said I was going to have you make a mess on my fingers… but you just taste so good,” He says. Your walls clench around his fingers and his head quickly disappears between your legs again, not that you had seen it happen, you just felt it. “So I’m gonna make you cum while using my mouth and fingers,” His tongue presses against your clit, and he licks a slow stripe over the bud while his fingers curl inside you.

“KEVIN, OH MY GOSH!” You scream, pleasure had completely taken control of your body, that was all that you felt, and all he wanted you to feel at this moment as well. “KEVVIIINNN!” You could feel a tingling sensation going up your legs and add to the tension building inside you, your mind was spinning, and you could see stars starting to appear behind your lids. “KEV, I’M GONNA…” You feel his tongue lick another stripe along your clit before his mouth wraps around you, his fingers were curling and uncurling inside you, and you could feel yourself getting closer. “KEEVVVIIINNN!” The tension snaps inside you, and you come undone around his fingers, you hear the sound of your wetness squelching as he begins to pump his fingers in and out of you to ease you through your first high of the night.

Stars fly past your lids and for a moment it felt like your body was floating in the clouds, you pull at the bedding as your muscles twitch and pull, the feeling you felt was so blissful, and you almost didn’t want it to end. Kevin pays attention to your body movements and waits until you let go of his hair and your legs stop shaking and your toes to uncurl against his back before pulls his fingers from you and releases your clit, he gently lifts your legs to lift them off his shoulders to get up from the ground. He takes a moment to admire your body as you take a moment to catch your breath and come back to your senses after your high. Sweat was coating your skin, and you were breathing hard, and he swore that you were glowing after what you had just experienced.

“Fuck… I need to be inside you now…” He mutters before walking around the bed and towards his bedside table, he pulls the drawer open and takes out a pack of condoms and takes out a package before dropping the pack back into his drawer and shutting it. He pushes his underwear down and wraps his hand around his length and slowly palms himself, you open your eyes and turn your head to his direction and watch as he pumps his length, you release the covers.

“Fuck… I want to do that next time,” You mutter. His eyes shoot to your face immediately, and you watch as he bites his bottom lip before looking down at himself, sweat already coated his skin, and it glistened in the light.

“Fuck it, I’m ready,” He mutters and tears the packet open, you watch as he places the rubber over his cock and slowly rolls it over the length of his cock, you lick your lips as you watch him make sure it was securely around him.

“Can you get a towel too…?” You ask. He nods his head, and you watch him almost run into the bathroom to retrieve one, you had already made a mess at the end of the bed, but you didn’t want to make a bigger mess in the place you had to sleep on later. He returns with a fluffy town in hand, and you sit upright, and he throws it over the bed, you move yourself on top of the towel before you lay down, he climbs onto the bed and settles on his knees between your legs.

“Bend your legs for me,” He says. You do as he says and press your heels into the mattress, you watch as he licks his lips and notices his chin was glistening with your arousal, he watches as your pussy twitches and lifts his head to look at you. “Eager?”

“I… your chin,” You manage to get out. He brings his hand to his mouth and slowly swipes his thumb along his chin, realisation washes over his face, and you watch him push his thumb into his mouth and lick it clean.

“Hmm… so good,” He mutters once he pulled his thumb from his mouth. “Let me know if I should stop, okay?” You nod your head and watch as he takes hold of his cock, your legs jolt as you feel him push the head of his cock against your clit before slowly sliding it down to your slit. You bite your bottom lip and feel the tip being pushed into you, he releases his cock and immediately looks up at you, watching you closely as he slowly pushes himself inside you. It felt slightly uncomfortable as he was pushing into you, stretching your walls and filling you, but nothing else. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm, hmm,” You hum and release your lip as you take in a deep breath. “All okay,” Your walls clench around him, making him pause for a moment before pushing further into you until he bottoms out.

“Still okay?” He asks, looking for a sign that you were in pain, or a sign of discomfort. “Does anything hurt?” You shake your head and reach out to touch him.

“Nothing hurts,” You say. “It feels… funny,” He chuckles and leans over you, your hand immediately moving to the back of his head and curls your fingers into his hair.

“Funny?” He asks. “Funny how?” He felt relieved that he wasn’t hurting you and that he had done a good job of making you wet enough and stretching you enough for his cock.

“Like… not used to feeling something that big inside me,” You say. He chuckles again before lowering his head down to almost touch your lips.

“If that’s all you’re feeling…” He begins. “Then let me make you feel something else,” He lifts his hips, and you feel his cock sliding out of you, your other hand grabs onto his biceps, and you dig your fingers into his skin.

“Ohh, oh, my fucking…” You moan and close your eyes, his lips press against yours as he swallows your moan. He pauses once his cock was halfway out before pushing slowly back into you. “Hmm,” Fuck, everything felt so damn hot, and your mind was spinning so much from the pleasure, his movements were slow at first before his pace slowly picked up, and he was going at a slow-sensual pace, making you feel the right amount of pleasure and giving himself the right amount of pleasure.

“Hmm, fuck, so good…” He groans once he pulls back from the kiss. “You feel so good around me, squeezing me just right,” He could feel his own mind spinning at how warm and wet your walls were. “Fuck…” The sound of your wetness fills the air, it sounded so sinful yet the feeling going through you felt more than right.

“Kev… oh, my…” You moan, you wrap your legs around his waist, hooking ankles together behind his back, causing his cock to push in a little deeper than before, you could feel your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids shut at the pleasure. “Ohh,” The sound of your moans mixed in with his grunts and groans created a beautiful melody that bounced off the four walls of the room.

“Hmm… fuck,” He grunts as he feels your walls pulsing around his cock, you were getting closer to your second high. He slides one hand between your bodies, and you feel his hand rest on your mound before his fingers found your clit, your muscles tighten as you feel the pads of his fingers touch your clit and rub slow circles over the nub.

“OH, ohhh, Kev… I… mmh,” You moan and feel a tingling sensation going up your spine. “Kevin, I…” Your mind falls blank, and you feel the tension in your lower abdomen becoming bigger before it comes undone. “KEVIN!” Your body shakes with pleasure and your toes curl as you go through your high, his hips begin to move a little faster as he feels your walls milking his cock for an orgasm as you were going through your own. “RIGHT THERE!” Your back arches as you feel the tip of his cock brush against your sweet spot. “KEEVVVVIIIIIINNNNN!” Your grip on his hair tightens, as well as your grip on his biceps. “OH, FUCK!”

“Fuck… Fuck,” He grunts out, feeling your walls squeezing him harder as you reach the peak of your high. “Fuck, Y/n, fuck,” He could feel a heartbeat starting to form in the head of his cock, he was close, and his pleasure had taken control of his body and chased after his high. “Y/n… fuck,” He closes his eyes as his hips stutter, his finger continues to stroke over your clit as he gets you through your high while he was trying to reach his own. “FUCK!” His body shakes before he felt relief wash over him and his release hits him, hot ropes of cum fill the condom and low grunts fall from him as he tries to keep rocking his hips into yours.

“FUCK, KEV!” You scream as you feel his body shake on top of yours. “Oh, my fucking gosh…” You slowly come down from your high and release the tight hold you had on his biceps and his hair and let your hands drop to the bed, his hips stills against yours, and he pulls his fingers away from your clit, he presses his hand into the mattress to keep his weight off you as he takes a moment to gather his thoughts.

The air slowly begins to cool down and the colder air nips at your wet skin, but you didn’t care, you had just had sex with Kevin for the first time, made love for the first time, and you didn’t have one ounce of regret inside your body, you felt content with him on top of you like this. You were his and he was yours.

“How do you feel now?” He asks as he slowly rolls off you and lays down next to you, his arm wraps around you and pulls you into his side.

“So good…” You whisper. “Extremely good,” He nods his head, and you feel his finger tracing light soft patterns over your skin. “And you?” He smiles as he looks at your face.

“More than good,” He whispers. “So good,” You feel a smile form on your lips. “I love you so much, Y/n… so much,” You lean into his warmth.

“I love you too, Kev… if I didn’t, then I wouldn’t have done this with you,” You say. He softly hums and moves his fingers higher.

“Now… let me go run us a bath so that I can clean you,” He says and slowly sits up, you could feel how heavy your body was and let out a whine. “What?” He asks with a light chuckle in his tone.

“Just bring a cloth…” You mutter, he pokes your thigh, making you turn onto your side. You watch as he takes the condom off and ties a knot at the end of it.

“No, this isn’t how your first time is going to end, you’re getting a proper after care,” He says and stood from the bed. “And I’m not taking no as an answer to that,” He tosses the used condom into the trash before making his way into the bathroom, leaving you smiling on the bed as he went to prepare the bath for you. How lucky were you to have ended up with him?

[nhlclover]

the last time | arber xhekaj

summary: after arber leaves you for the second time you let him know he’s on his last strike.

request: yes / no

warnings: angst (w/ slight happy ending)

a/n: based on ‘the last time’ by taylor swift. i will take any excuse to write a taylor swift song fic. also i miss him :(

word count: 1.36k

Again. It happened again. This was the second time I had watched Arber walk out of my life. The first was five months ago.

We had been together for six months. Six months I had dealt with his schedule and late nights out after games. Six months I loved him and admired his passion. And then he broke up with me, saying he needed space. It hurt. More than any breakup I had been a part of before. But I let him go. If he needed space then I would give it to him. Two months went by where I was miserable. I had missed my boyfriend and slept alone in a bed that had become accustomed to two. Then, he was back.

He was at my door, saying he wanted me back. He said it was a mistake and he was overwhelmed with his newfound fame from being in the NHL and a new relationship. I believed him. I took him back and was happy to do so. Three months passed by where we pretended like we had missed no time. No skipped anniversaries, no missed date nights. We were good for three months before we were sitting in my living room, Arber telling me this was a mistake.

“I thought I was ready but I wasn’t.” He said. He had a hurt look on his face, the same one he wore when he left me the first time. “It will only hurt us more if I stay. And I don’t want to hurt you anymore baby.”

Once again, I let him go. I was left miserable once again, seeing little remnants of his touch on my life everywhere I went. Anytime I saw the Montreal logo I thought of him and his passion for the game. Anytime I heard Morgan Wallen I remembered the time we danced on the balcony at 2 am to Somebody’s Problem. 

On what should’ve been our one-year anniversary, I sat alone in my room, my tv playing an episode of Hell’s Kitchen that was barely holding my attention. My eyes burned from the tears that came in with every new memory that passed through my head. The memories of the boy I still loved — because my feelings hadn’t yet diminished — ran through my head like a movie. First kiss, first date, the first time he told me he loved me and how quickly I said it back. The first time he got in a fight on the ice and the mixture of the sense of pride and fear that coursed through me. Every career milestone and how happy I was for him.

But with all the good memories, I remember the bad ones. I remember how alone I felt when he left the first time, then how utterly stupid I felt when he left me for the second time. I couldn’t go out with my friends for the fear of seeing him made my anxiety spike. I remember lying awake at night, wracking my brain for answers because, even though Arber explained why he ended things, it felt like I was missing something.

A knocking sound coming from the front of the house pulls me from my thoughts, sending a wave of fear through me. It was the dead of winter and the middle of a snowstorm at nearly 10 pm, who would be coming to my door? I got out of my bed and slowly walked to the front door. The knocking persisted, getting louder every few seconds. I grabbed the tennis racket that sat on the floor of the coat closet and slowly cracked open the door.

The sight of the person on the other side sent a different kind of fear through me. Arber stood on my front stoop, a bouquet of pink and white tulips in hand. I opened the door fully, the cold air from outside causing goosebumps to form on my exposed legs. 

Arber’s eyes are soft and delicate when he looks into mine which are bloodshot and lined with soaked eyelashes.

“Why are you here?” I ask even though I already know the answer. 

“I fucked up…” He croaks out. “I can’t stop thinking about you…here alone. I hate that I caused this.”

He motions to my face on which tears have once again begun streaking down. I wipe them away using the sleeves of my sweater which just so happened to have belonged to Arber. “Can I come in?” He asks me.

I’m tempted to turn him away. To tell him no. He’s hurt me more than once and if I let him in, I can’t be sure he won’t again. But the moment I saw his face, all our good moments clouded over the bad ones, and it’s like everything was better. My love for him overshadows any hurt he made me feel. How could I possibly turn him away when I love him this much?

I opened the door fully, letting him in, and shutting the door behind him. As he removed his coat, he glanced down at the tennis racket in my hand. Arber looked at me his eyebrows furrowed.

“Arber, you came to my house in the middle of a snowstorm at 10 pm.” I tell him, putting the racket back in the closet. “I wasn’t just going to answer the door unarmed.”

Arber walks into my home, finding his way to the kitchen. He goes into the cabinet where I keep my vases and takes the scissors from their place in the drawer to cut the stems. He still remembered where I kept everything.

There are a few moments of silence as I watch him cut the stems, placing each flower into the vase. He fills the vase with water, putting it on the counter in front of me.

“Thank you, they’re beautiful.” I say softly.

“I know you like tulips.” He replied. I sigh, looking past the flowers at him. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry baby.”

I avert my eyes feeling them begin to brim with tears. He comes around the counter, sitting on the barstool beside mine. “I know you’ve already given me a chance before and I blew it but… Please, y/n.”

“Why?” I ask him, looking at him with tears steadily falling from my eyes. “Why should I give you another chance, Arber? All you’ve done is prove you don’t deserve another one. I’ve given you a second chance and you wasted it.”

“I can’t tell you how much I’ve changed since, y/n.” He says. “I’ve grown as a person. I’ve found a way to deal with what it's like playing in the NHL and I know I can cope now. On top of that, I have never been as miserable as I am without you.”

I look at him, reading his expression carefully. His eyes scream nothing but sadness, the bags under his eyes telling much of the story. “How do I know you won’t leave me again?” I croak out.

“Baby, I can promise you I will never leave you again.” Arber says, cupping my cheek with his hand, wiping away a tear with his thumb. “I understand if you need time to think about it.”

There are so many thoughts going through my head all at once. I weigh out the bad memories and the good ones. I find my mind overwhelmed with the good ones, the love I have for Arber completely swaying my decision.

“Okay.” I say.

“Okay?” Arber repeats. “You’ll take me back?”

Arber has a grin on his face, bigger than the one he had when I told him I loved him. I nod. He scoops me up from the chair, spinning me around. Arber sets me down but keeps me in his arms. 

“Thank you, y/n.” He mumbles into my neck.

I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him close. The familiar scent of his cologne washed over me, comfort enveloping me. I lean back from Arber, looking up at him.

“This is the last time I’m letting you back in,” I tell him. 

“This is the last time I’ll ask.” He says.

[purple-thrill]

Can you do a Malleus ans S/O gn!reader where they go on a ice cream date and watch some movies please? I would like it super fluffy and sweet please.

Heyyyy

Sorry it's been almost a year but yes. Yes I can

Tw:none

Word count: 1048

Note: I did rush it at the end so sorry if that's not what you wanted!

The Sweet and Sour Impact of the Ice Cream Date

A Malleus x gender neutral! Reader

It was the middle of the night when you decided you needed to crack down on studying and the fact you couldn't sleep. Making sure Grim was sleeping from his day of shenanigans, and grabbing some school books, you go outside the fresh air hitting your nose.

You decide sitting down at the roots of a barren tree was a good decision to start studying there. So you cracked open the hand me down book and started to read it, making sure to make notes for tomorrow.

At some point firefly's started to appear near you, you looked up at the flying insects in time to hear a voice "up late again child of man?" Turning your head towards the voice you see Malleus, l.

His lips upturned at the sight of your figure as he approached you. Setting the now forgotten book down, you got up to greet your boyfriend. "Hello, Hornton, walking again?" You question giving Malleus a wave.

"Hm? Yes, it's a wonderful night for a walk." He said, smiling still. "I have something I wish to ask you." Malleus said, having a new glint in his vivid green eyes. "What is it?" You asked tilting your head a bit at the Fae in front of you.

"I was wondering if you'll accompany me tomorrow to town." Malleus said his smile weavering the slightest but as he asked. Your cheeks flushed heating up, "you're asking me on a date?" You asked, feeling your heart beat faster. 

"Yes, there is a new establishment I wish to visit with you, my child of man." Malleus voiced, having the same reaction as you. You put your hands into his and smiled like a lovesick fool you both were, "Yes, I'd love to go with you tomorrow Malleus." You say as Malleus nodded his head. You let go of his hands and backed up, "I shall see you tomorrow morning then." He affirmed as he waved at you walking away still having a flushed face.

You smiled softly at his retreating form, as you looked at the phone Crowley gave you, you decided to go inside your dorm at this ungodly hour.

You were the first to wake up other than the ghosts that inhabit your dorm. Carefully untangling yourself from Grim as he snored away, you got out of your bed. As you start your usual morning routine and getting ready for your date with Malleus. You'd also managed to get the ghosts to look after Grim for the day. 

There was a knock at the door, you open it and see Malleus. 

"Hello, I see you are getting ready, do you need me to wait a moment?" He spoke seeing your attire. You waved him off, "No, I am ready" you say and hook your arm around his, leaning a bit on him.

In the background you can hear Grim's sound of betrayal.

"Ah good, I got permission from Crowley to go with you today so there shouldn't be any trouble today." He says as he starts walking with you.

It isn't long of a walk before the two of you get to the establishment, you realize you hadn't asked him what kind of establishment it was but as Malleus came to a stop you saw an ice cream shop.

The ice cream shop exudes a cozy and inviting atmosphere. The exterior of the shop is painted in pastel colors, with hanging baskets of flowers, and a sign that reads "Scoops Ahoy!" in playful, cursive lettering. 

"Ice cream?" You say looking at the shop and at Malleus. "Yes, was this a bad place to take you?" Malleus asked, you shook your head at the Fae, "no! I just didn't expect this, not that it's a bad thing. Just sweet." You say as you look back at the ice cream shop. It had been a while since you had a treat like this.

"Then let's go." He said with a smile as he took your hand in his walking up to the ice cream shop.

As soon as you two enter, they are greeted by the sight of a glass display case filled with a colorful array of ice cream flavors, from classic vanilla and chocolate to more adventurous options like lavender honey and matcha green tea. The air is filled with the sweet smell of freshly-made waffle cones, and the sound of old-timey music playing softly in the background.

The walls of the shop are adorned with cheerful artwork and vintage ice cream advertisements, adding to the whimsical ambiance. Customers can choose to sit at one of the small tables and chairs, or relax in the cozy seating nook with plush pillows and blankets.

You two ordered your treats and sat down once you had them. The staff is friendly and enthusiastic, always willing to offer samples and assist customers in creating the perfect ice cream sundae although they are wary of Malleus. And with a variety of toppings, from sprinkles and hot fudge to fresh fruit and whipped cream, the possibilities are endless.

You two decide to share an ice cream sundae the way you like it. 

You laugh with Malleus as you two finish up at the table. You pick up your and his trash and throw it away in a nearby trash can. 

"I had a really nice time with you, Malleus." You chirped happily as you two left the ice cream shop. "I did as well." Malleus said before grabbing your waist and teleporting to your dorm's front door. "Oh!" You exclaim looking around. "I am sorry, you looked tired." He said looking at you.

"No, I am. I stayed up too late last night.. Anyways, thank you for taking me out on a date." You said as you opened the door. "Oh wait child of man" Malleus said, getting closer to you. You turn around to be met with your boyfriend's face. "I love you." He said before he kissed you.

[havikshoochiemama]

My Star Wars Acolyte rant >:(

This shit is not proofread LMAO it’s 5 am i’m mad leave me alone just me being the hater that i am 🤭

I originally wasn’t gonna talk about the Acolyte because clearly the show was just another emotionally immature shitty Disney cash grab with horribly written characters BUT DUDE i keep seeing ads and stuff on my tumblr NONSTOP and i’m actually sick of it .. most of you guys saw one Tumblr Sexyman and just went ham with that…We as a fandom need to stand up because Disney doesn’t care about star wars imma keep it a buck they just want to make their next mcu and they just greenlighting anything at this point

“oh but i like Andor” yeah that’s like what ever 10 shows they make they make one good one that’s not good 😭… anyways like i was saying they are literally pulling shit out their ass they are getting shit from the star wars legends that’s it’s own universe and putting it in…like excuse me ??? those books don’t follow the events of the movie so why would your show that allegedly takes place before the movies (I said allegedly because writers can’t even get characters ages right ) also i’m talking about that bs w the helmet that stops lightsabers… apparently it’s called cortosis from legends never once mentioned in any of the movies (i’m not watching them live action shows idgaf i like SOME of the animated ones) but they use it as a Mcguffin when they want bc they never built on this they just stole it from legends LMAOAA you just can’t do that  i’m literally about to pop a blood vessel 😭 i’m not watching that show again but let me critique the shit i do remember… also the “Gayest Star Wars we ever made” KEEP MY PEOPLE OUT YOUR SHITTY WORK !!! but after that man who’s to edgy for a name killed all her friends she “loved” she’s sees his face and is like wow 😍 literally thinkin with her pussy very hetro of you 💀 gah this show just pisses me off star war at its heart is a fuckin space opera and i dont think disney understands that. i literally fell in love with star wars back when i played battlefront and watched all the movies read as many comics and books as i could get my hands on and seeing something you love become something you hate is fuckin sick and crazy it’s started with me from the force awakens that movie is horrible you bitches say pretty graphics and said oh good movie 😍 NO NO it literally was just a new Hope setting everything that luke did back making him basically useless LMAO and they butchered the old characters to help the new ones which are really not that great 💀 i’m still mad that them used Finn as a token black person 😐 i could rewrite the force awakens better same characters and all and yk actually do something better (joking i would if Disney paid me to)LMAO also i hate kylo ren don’t get me wrong i love my cry baby tantrum throwing villains but he’s nawt it LMAO i’m sorry this is a rant about the shitty show YALL NOT READY FOR ME TO SPEAK ON THE FORCE AWAKENS 😭

yeah i hate that show i literally don’t wanna talk about it anymore heart emoji 😝 remember when people said the Phantom Menace was bad yeah…  at least it have character development atleast it had good world building atleast the universe was establish and yk i liked it but the prequel’s have always been my favorite clone wars literally came out on my birth year >:3 it was made for me 🤭 but i’m just a whore for world building and lore yeah… umm idk to me start wats ended with the return of the Jedi 🗣️

dont @ me idc this is my opinion and if you want to continue meat riding corporate greed that literally is ruining my fave franchise pop off if you liked the show i don’t care good for you (your def new gen star wars fan)

also Darth Plagueis ?? LMAO WHAT they just doing anything i see and why where all the jedis fuckin morons … okay ? and your main character sucked you don’t get the satisfaction of character arcs like “her joining the dark side” if there was no character building to begin with like ? it not to late Disney just burn it get it over with. Also it’s all so Fuckin boring LMAO also i can talk shit about character development and arcs all i want bc i’m writing my own novel and i’ve did a lot of research even tho this whole rant is a mess it’s 5 in the morning give ur girl a break i just really like my silly space movie okay 🥹 i literally spent a band on the Star Wars encyclopedia leave me alone

Um if you wanna argue my comments are open <3 i love arguing i’m somewhat of a scorpio myself

[sofiaisqueen2004]

His Little Mermaid- Part 1

Summary: You're a mermaid, and you've wanted to see the human world all your life. Prince Eric has always wanted to explore the uncharted waters. When your two world collide, it seems like it was written in the stars.

Pairing: Prince Eric x Mermaid!Reader

Warnings: Violence (no more come to mind)

Note: This series has a mixture of both the original Little Mermaid movie and the new live action version. All rights reserved to Disney. I do not own any of these characters.

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One day, at the bottom of the sea, there was a little mermaid. Her name was Y/n. She has always wanted to be a part of the human world. But her father forbade it. You see, her mother was unfortunately killed by a human. Multiple, at that. Ever since that fateful day all those years ago, none of the children of King Triton were allowed above shore. Though, this was not what Y/n wanted. She wanted to be above the shore, where the humans were. 

“Has anyone seen Ariel?” Arista, one of Y/n’s sisters asked.

“I haven’t seen her.” Andrina, another sister, said.

Sebastian, a crab, who is King Triton’s most trusted advisor, comes up to the sisters.

“Sebastian, have you seen-”

Sebastian interrupts Andrina, “Now now ladies! Listen up! All of you need to be prepared to sing!”

“Sebastian-”

“Are you guys ready?”

“SEBASTIAN!”

“What?”

“Y/n is not here!” All the sisters looked concerned.

“What- where is she?” Sebastian asked. 

Then, all of the sudden, The King appeared.

“WHERE IS Y/N?” He yelled.

“I do not know sire.”

“Well, GO and look for her! She is always missing the important events!”  

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“Y/n! Wait up! You know I can’t swim that fast!” Flounder exclaimed.

“Ugh c’mon Flounder! The ship isn’t that far away. Try to swim faster!” Y/n said.

“Oh no. There is no way I am going in there.”

“Suit yourself. You can watch out for sharks!” Y/n teased.

“W-what? S-Sharks?” 

Flounder begins to swim as fast as he can just to stay near Y/n. As they enter the shipwreck, Y/n notices something.

“What is that thing shining?” Y/n swam over to the table where the shining thing was. “This is the smallest trident I have ever seen” Y/n laughs while Flounder looks around alarmed.

“Y/n, do you hear that?”

“Flounder, you need to relax. Stop being a guppy.” But when Y/n turns around, she sees a giant Great White shark staring back at her. “Flounder! Look out!” 

The shark's jaws open up and chomp down, narrowly missing the pair. Y/n and Flounder swim around the shark, going every which way, continuing to narrowly miss its bites. The pair swim through a small hole in the ship, effectively trapping the shark in the doorway. They swim as fast as they can away from the shipwrecks.

“That was close. We need to go up to the surface to see Scuttle and ask him what this thing is.” Y/n holds up the item, trying to examine it.

“Are you sure? Your father would not be happy if he found out you went to the surface AND the shipwrecks.” Flounder stated.

Y/n rolls her eyes, “IF he finds out Flounder. I don’t plan on telling him… do you?” Flounder looks pensive for a bit but ultimately shakes his head no.

“Good. Now let’s go!”

Once they get to the surface, they find scuttle laying out on a rock.

“Scuttle! Look at what I found!” Scuttle jumps awake, looking around frantically. 

“What- what? Oh, it’s just you Y/n. What have you got for me today?”

Y/n pulls out the “mini-trident” and shows it off to Scuttle.

“Ahhh this! This- this is- a dinglehopper! Yeah! Humans use these to uh… to straighten their hair out! Like so…” He begins to wrap his feathers around the dinglehopper and yanks it out of his fair, making his feathers look fluffy. 

“Like this?” Y/n imitates the same actions Scuttle had just done.

“You got it, kiddo!”

Suddenly, Y/n hears shouting below her.

“Y/N? Y/N! There you are, child! You missed the concert!” Sebastian yelled for her.

“Oh no! Father’s going to kill me! Sorry Scuttle, I’ve gotta go! Thank you!” Y/n, Flounder, and Sebastian all swim towards. In the shadowy distance, two eels watch the trio. Ursula, the Evil Sea Witch, watched through them.

“Such a strange child. So unlike her sisters, so foolish, so vulnerable.” Ursula begins to smirk, “Flotsam! Jetsam! Keep an eye on this one. She may prove to be Triton’s undoing…”

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“It’s not just me you disappointed, young lady! What about your sisters? What about Sebastian?” King Triton shouted.

Y/n looks down in shame, “I said I was sorry daddy…”

Flounder decides to speak up, ‘B-but it wasn’t her f-fault! A shark chased us and then this seagull was talking and…” Y/n shuts him up with a dirty glare.

Triton looks at them confused, “Seagull…?” Then he realizes. “You went up to the surface again, didn't you? DIDN’T YOU?”

Y/n flinches from his loud voice, “I did. You never hear me. I’ve been wanting to go up to the human world ever since I was little and I just don’t understand why-”

King Triton interrupts her, “You know WHY! Your mother was killed by those humans. What you did was very dangerous!”

“I was careful-”

“Not another word! I forbid you from going up to the surface ever again. Is that clear?”

Y/n shakes her head and swims away angrily. The King looks towards Sebastian, sighing, “Am I too hard on her?”

Sebastian just shrugs, “Y/n is stubborn, but she is young-”

The King interrupts once again, “She is your responsibility. I want you to watch over her and keep her out of trouble.”

“But your majesty, I serve you-”

“The best way you can serve me is by watching over her for me. Now go!”

Sebastian reluctantly swims away, on his way to go look for Y/n.

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Y/n sits on a rock, surrounded by all the things she has found over the years. Flounder looks at her sadly. 

“Are you okay Y/n?” She looks up at him, then begins to look around.

She sighs, “Maybe he’s right… Maybe there is something the matter with me. I just don’t see how a world that could make such wonderful things… could be bad.” She sighs again and begins to swim around, closely examining all her collections. “I just wanna be where the people are. I want to be up where they walk, where they run… I wish I could be a part of their world. I would give and risk anything to be up there.”

“Y/N! What is all this? Is this all the human stuff you have collected? If your father ever found out about this-” Sebastian said, baffled.

Flounder interrupted him, “You’re not going to tell him are you?”

“Please Sebastian! He would never understand!” Y/n swims up to him, looking concerned. 

All of the sudden, the grotto begins to light up in colorful lights. The trio looked up and saw a giant oval shaped like thing pass over them.

“What is that?” Y/n begins to swim up towards it. 

“Y/n! No! Come back!” Flounder shouts.

She makes it up to the surface, looking at what is in front of her. There is a ship with fireworks coming out of it. Curious, she swims over to the boat and grabs a rope that was hanging off the ship. She climbs up the rope and situates herself on a smaller boat, next to the bigger one.

“Wow…” she whispered, “Humans.”

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Authors note: There will be more chapters, I'm not sure how many more, but expect more. Thanks for reading!

[atsukinakae]

Hi! how are you? if requests are open and you don't mind, may i request a kuroo x amab! male reader nsfw?

Hi Lucas :).I am good and you?Requests are always open and I don't mind so don't worry,you can request me whatever you want ^w^.

Weekend at Kuroo's House.

Nsfw | Kuroo Tetsuro x amab!male!reader.

amab=assigned male at birth.

Pronouns:He/Him.

n/n=nickname.

It was an another training in Nekoma's gym.Our precious manager-kun was busy doing his job as manager.On the other side we have the team's captain that didn't looked really happy,but why?, really easy his boyfriend,the manager,has been busy with exams,homework and his manager job and that means no attention for him.

But not all was bad,it was friday and there was no homework or exams and also y/n was going to be with Kuroo all the weekend.

After practice they walked together to Kuroo's home while holding hands.

After they arrived home,y/n immediately sat down to look up the new series they started.

"y/n,do you want to shower first?" "No, I'll do it after you"

After Kuroo showered,he went to where y/n was. Kuroo was only in a towel and y/n was on his lap,"Could you find the series?" "Yes and I also found a movie about volleyball,It seems interesting".

While he was talking he started moving his hips until he felt his boyfriend's hard cock through the towel.

Kuroo knew what you wanted and he will give it to you,he started taking off your shirt and giving you hickies all over your neck and chest.After a while he took off your pants and started playing with your dick,you threw your head on his shoulder because the of pleasure.Then with the free hand Kuroo introduced 1 finger in your hole,in and out.Then the second finger and finally the third finger,right now you were in a mix of pain and pleasure because of how sensible your body is feeling.

Then after you cum,Kuroo switched positions,now he was on top of you,Kuroo had the perfect view of your naked body.He smirked and took off the towel that was on his hip,put it aside and picked up a condom.And he waited for youtubers to be prepared,"I am ready" you said,he entered you slowly so he wouldn't hurt you.

You closed your eyes and put both of your hands on your mouth so you wouldn't make any sound.

Kuroo didn't like this action so he whispered in your ear,"Baby you know i like to hear you moan,so if you don't take off your hands,i will have to do it for you".He grabbed your hands and put it on the top of your head,one hand was grabbing both of your hands while the other was on your hip.After a few rounds you both were tired as hell,your body was shaking and had a lot of hickies while on the other side,Kuroo had a lot of scratches on his back.

Aftercare.

He picked you up and took you to the bathroom.

You both showered together,and after that Kuroo gave you his T-shirt and pants."The clothes are a little big on me".Kuroo grabbed you from your waist and brought you close to him,"But you look cute".

After dinner you watched the series and cuddled.In the middle of the episode you fell asleep on his lap because of all the tiredness.He brushed your hair out of your face and gave you a kiss,"I love you n/n♡".

I hope you liked It :).

English isn't my first language but I am trying my best.

If theres any mistake please tell me <3.

Have a good morning/evening/night/late night.

[aniketsanimationblog]

The Fallen TV Animation Empire

Chapter 1: The Rise of Television Animation with Saturday Morning Block

On August 18th, 2023 - I made a Post titled "The Summary of this whole current Debacles of Animation Industry" on this very Tumblr Page, @aniketsanimationblog, and you, animation fans, have expressed the concerns about What is Going on in The Global Animation Industry as a Whole, I am glad by that!! I am so thankful to those who expressed this concerns and realised that Animation is in Danger. Because, what happened in the Last Year, When Nickelodeon and Paramount+ Canceled and Removed Star Trek: Prodigy from their platforms at that time, until Netflix saved it to stream the entire Season 2 in one-go, just paint a big picture in the Animation Community. Last Year, Star Trek: Prodigy's Cancelation and Removal was not just the omission or abandonment of a Star Trek Show set in their universe or the best Star Trek Show in the Alex Kurtzman's Era of New Star Trek Shows, but also a big Massive Shocker of a Serialised Animated Kids' Show, that had a chance to become Nickelodeon's Next Avatar: The Last Airbender, betrayed by their own original Network, is like committing a Seppuku.

And it happened at the same time or before that incident, when most of the great Animated Series at the same time were Canceled/Canceled + Removed/Sabotaged by their respective Broadcasters, showing the Dismays of Fandoms of their respective shows. Now either only a handful of Good shows are left or there is nothing to watch at all, because of Kids TV Broadcasters' Greed and most notably Animation Community's Biasness towards Shows that, nowadays, have become a Money Generator, and no longer serving any good quality things to the fans, whatsoever, once they had in their prime, in the first place.

Now depending on who you may ask, "How did this Happen? What Happened to the Kids Television, once we used to love since our Childhoods, have gone in their Worst Phases now?"

Well, to understand why this happened, we need to go to the history of how this Kids TV Animation had started to build its Large Empire.

To understand the history of Kids TV Animation, we need to go back to where it all started. Since, it's a long history, and for context, The Kids TV Animation first started in the United States of America, as Hollywood were the only film industry to create Animation Renaissance from the big screens, they are also responsible for creating Majority of their Animations in the Small screens, we have to go back all the way to 1928. This is the year, when Walter Elias Disney, as we all know him as the legendary Pioneer and The Father of Animation, released his iconic Cartoon Character, Mickey Mouse's First Short film, "Steamboat Willie". At that time, "Steamboat Willie" was released over on Hollywood Theatres. But at the same time, there was an experiment happened at the small screens, aka The Television, with some limited animation cartoons appeared on TV with one of the images of "Felix The Cat". And remember, at that time, TV was available to some people who could afford TV, when majority of people weren't ready to switch from Traditional Radio. So, a handful of People watched that experiment going on.

Then some Animated TV movies happened like, "Willie The Worm" by Chad Grothkopf. It was an Eight-minute experimental TV Movie in Animated form.

But all changed in 1950s when, TV Animation started to broadcast like, "Crusader Rabbit" and "Colonel Bleep" etc.

But the First TV Animated Series came along, consisting of Animated Shorts, "Captain Kangaroo", by the Terrytoons, which is often referred to as, "One of the Finest Cartoons to ever produce on TV".

But the Cartoons, at that time, was seen primarily as "Children's Entertainment" by some Movie Exhibitors.

In 1954, Walt Disney capitalized on the Medium of Animation to Showcase on TV, with his weekly show, "Disneyland", which was broadcasted by US Terrestrial Channel, ABC, which expanded later to "Walt Disney's Wonderful World of Color".

But as soon as Television popularized in the US, the people were slowly moving away from their traditional Radios and Movie Theatres, to the Compact form of Entertainment, Television. And thus, a new format was started to develop for TV Animation for Children, "The Saturday Morning Blocks", as the name suggests, the TV Animation would only be broadcasted on Saturday Mornings, because on Weekdays, The Kids are at their Schools, and on Sunday, With the American Football games clogging up the Sunday Schedules. At that time, there were no Cable systems, people were relying on Terrestrial Channels like ABC, CBS and NBC. And thus, American Children of that era were having a Ritual of watching Cartoons on Saturday Mornings.

And thus, some Television Animation Production Studios came afloat at the time. Such as, Filmation, Depatie-Freleng Enterprises, UPA Studios, Warner Brothers with their Merry Melodies, Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios (MGM) with their first classic iteration of Tom & Jerry until it's collapse in 1957, Disney Studios, and the leader of all Studios, Hanna-Barbera Studios, by the Creators of Tom & Jerry, William Hanna and Joseph Barbera.

For the Starters, 1960s era was the era, when TV Animation boomed with mostly H-B Studios, "The Ruff & Reddy Show", then "The Huckleberry Hound Show", "The Yogi Bear Show" and most notably, "The Flinstones", which was like an Half-an-hour Animated Sitcom series, aired on ABC, which was their biggest successful show on Studio History, running for 6 years, alongside The Jetsons and Top Cat.

Hanna-Barbera had the common Trope used in most of their series, featuring atleast an Anthropomorphic Animal and a Child Character, up until they created "Scooby-Doo! Where are you?" in 1969 for CBS. Many incarnations of Scooby-Doo spawned for 17 seasons on CBS and then ABC, uninterruptedly with their new formula of A Group of Teens solving Supernatural mysteries or Fighting Crime. And they are the ones, who started with their Limited Animation Technologies at that time for Artistic Reasons.

Disney Studios had their fair share of Animated Shows, showcased on TV, most notably The Mickey Mouse shorts including characters from the Mickey Mouse Universe, as we all know today, and also "Winnie The Pooh".

The Studio still had a decent amount of TV Animated Series, even after Walt Disney's Demise on 15th December 1966.

At the time of 1960s, there were several Animation Artists, mostly Animators, that are still called Legendary/Veteran Artists, like Walt Disney, William Hanna and Joseph Barbera, Tex Avery, Chuck Jones, Gene Deitch, David H. Depatie, Friz Freleng, Don Bluth, to name a few.

But as Time went on, the Kids TV Animation was changed for a new era, that is beyond just only for "Saturday Mornings".

To be continued...

Next Post, Chapter 2: The Fall of Saturday Morning Cartoons and Rise of American Cable Television for Kids TV Animation.